Peelers

Synopsis: A small town strip club owner named Blue Jean, must defend her bar, her strippers and her life when several patrons become increasingly violent and wreak havoc on the final closing night.
Genre: Horror
Director(s): Sevé Schelenz
  16 wins & 40 nominations.
 
IMDB:
4.2
Year:
2016
95 min
13 Views


- Hey, back to the bar, Tony.

Stop harassing the newbies.

- What, I'm cleaning

enough panties.

- You're on tonight,

Tina, get ready.

- I don't know, blue Jean.

- Last chance, sweetie.

- Hey, we gonna see some

titty balls tonight?

- If you're lucky.

- You don't know how sick I feel

every single day I see you

working in my fucking kitchen.

- Play nice, farmer John.

You need anything?

- A new kitchen staff.

Your worthless and weak.

- Just won't

give up, will you, Tony?

- This just came

in boss, for you.

- No card?

- Jean.

- Secret admirer.

- Blue, help me.

- You're such a

fucking child, Frankie.

- Right, says the

girl wearing a diaper.

- Well, it makes more

money than your face does.

- Nice flowers.

- Mm-hmm.

How ya feelin', red?

- Oh, wow, those are gorgeous.

Who they from?

- No idea, you can have 'em.

Junior.

- Sorry, ladies.

Chromagnum's here.

- Let him fester for a bit.

- Your office.

- Shall I bring junior out

of retirement for this one?

- Can you fix it?

- Again?

What are you cutting through?

Adamantium?

Probably just needs some oil.

- So, you guys

got any big plans.

- Yeah, probably gonna open up

my own chainsaw repair business.

- Ha, ha.

You gonna get back

into fightin'?

- Nah, those days are behind me.

Time to settle down.

- Uh-huh.

Think you're ready for

the big leagues, huh?

- Let's hear it for nasty Nanda.

She's got the longest

tongue in town,

and she makes the

best bitchin' rummies.

- What's this for?

- To clean yourself up.

- Wasting your time.

- Why?

- What I hear,

she's more than your Nazi

tit regime can handle.

- What do you mean?

What do you mean?

Somebody order some pizza?

- Nice try, pervert.

- Thanks, sweetie.

- Uh, I have to talk to you.

- No, not now, Tony.

- Ew.

- What the f*ck are you doing?

- I can't help it.

Baby loves this stuff.

Pizza?

- No thanks.

- Is newbie aware

of all the rules?

- There's really only

one rule to follow.

We have a strict

touch and go policy.

As in, they touch you, they go.

So, tell Tony or Remy and

they'll take care of it.

Or do yourself a favor and

invest in boxing lessons.

- Just ask Remy.

He's an awesome trainer.

- Or, you could

be lazy and stupid

and spend the

money on a Beretta.

- You're packing heat?

- You went through my stuff?

- Why do you need

the gun anyway?

You can kick the shit out of

anyone with your baby bottle.

- Keep it off the floor, Elaine.

See something you like?

- Got some nice, youngin's

there, Ms. Murdock.

- It's Douglas.

- Well, I thought.

- You thought wrong.

What are you doing here?

- Oh, just came to

dot a few I's, cross a few t's.

- My chair.

- My chair soon.

- Not 'til closing.

- No matter.

Won't be much of

anything soon enough.

- What the hell's

that supposed to mean?

- Enjoy your last

night, Ms. Douglas.

Hey, you wouldn't wanna throw

in the motorbike of yours?

Part of the deal?

I'll make it worth your while.

- No deal.

- How does a small town stripper

come in possession of a

state issued motorbike.

- Santa clause.

- Santa clause.

Yeah, right.

- Jackal.

- Watch it.

- It was an accident, compadre.

- So was he.

Jesus.

- Yes?

- Get the f*ck out of my way.

- I prefer Jesus!

- What'd he want?

- Mark his territory.

- I assume you told

him where he could go.

What is it?

- Something he said.

I think he's just gonna

tear this whole place down.

- What do you care?

You'll be gone before they

clean the first cum

stain off the wall.

- Remy, be nice.

- Just puttin' it

in perspective.

- Hey.

Don't let that fuckin' bean bag

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