Prodigals

Synopsis: When a young man returns to his hometown to assist with a friend's trial it soon becomes clear that he isn't the beacon of success that everyone thought he was.
 
IMDB:
6.4
Year:
2017
109 min
27 Views


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[Benny] What are you gonna

do about it, motherf***er?

[Shane] You better

back the f*** up!

[Benny] What are you going

to do about it, motherf***er?

(punching)

[Man In Crowd] Benny,

kill that fat f***!

[Female] Benny,

he's had enough!

We done?

[Shane] F***, no.

[Man In Crowd] Finish his ass!

(loud smacks and grunts)

[Woman] F*** him up, Benny!

[Man] That's it, Benny,

teach that b*tch a lesson!

(loud smacks and grunts)

[Man In Crowd] Benny,

rip his f***ing head off!

(loud smacks and grunts)

[Woman] He's had enough!

What the f*** you gotta

say to me now, b*tch?

What the f*** you gotta

say, say, say, say, say?

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Excuse me.

Oh, come on in.

Business?

Assuming you're not heading

to The Soo for pleasure.

Going home.

(bus engine revving)

(melancholy piano music)

[Prosecutor] Feel free to

describe in your own words

the events that led

to the altercation.

I mean, like I

said, it was a fight.

Benny told Shane

to watch his back.

Shane came around.

What do you expect?

[Prosecutor] He should

have expected violence?

Well, it's Benny so, yeah.

[Prosecutor] So, from

your personal experience

are you saying that these

sorts of public disputes

are typical behavior

for the defendant?

[Witness] Yeah, he

had a track record.

[Prosecutor] Do you

remember witnessing

on any occasion

other public disputes

where the defendant

displayed violence?

Yeah, everyone has.

[Prosecutor] Please

walk the jury through

your personal interactions

with the defendant

on the night of Mr. Michaelson...

Hey, taxi!

Greyhound station, thanks.

[Nina] Wesley?

Wesley, is that you, you f***er?

Oh, god.

- Hey!

- Hey!

I thought that was you.

Hey, here take this.

[Nina] Get over here

city boy and gimme a hug.

Drive away.

Nina, hey!

[Nina] That's a

pretty thin coat.

Yeah, yeah bust my balls.

Alright thanks a

lot, have a good one.

You're a hard man to reach.

I sent you like 30 emails.

[Wesley] For the

record, it was six.

You just get here?

Yeah, came straight

from the bus.

You look great.

You're a f***ing liar.

How are you?

How's the, uh?

(sighs)

You have no idea, Wes.

The lawyer doesn't give a sh*t.

He's only doing it to max out

the legal aid certificate.

He's not even trying.

Nina, there's a video.

I'm not saying that my

brother's innocent, but...

What, no one's supposed

to fight for him?

Where you staying?

Got a hotel, down the way.

What, why?

You could have stayed with us.

Yeah, I know I just didn't

want to put you guys out.

Okay, well it

doesn't matter but,

you go get settled

and then we'll

see you at 6:
30 at Fratesi's.

Yeah listen, I don't

want a big thing.

Well, you don't have a choice.

Give us a chance to remind you

why you've been gone so long.

(chuckles) Okay.

It means a lot, Wes.

You're his only hope.

(crowd chattering)

(bluesy rock music)

[Wesley] That's true.

You missed a lot, man.

Five f***ing years!

Five f***ing years and

not one single visit?

My parents moved

to Florida man.

What do you want me to do?

Why, why would I come

to Sault Ste. Marie?

To see me.

Or me.

No offense, Nips, but nobody's

driving 7 hours to see you.

Hey, (smacking)

that's my dinner.

Speaking of driving, Wessy

was always a terrible driver.

He couldn't risk

running whatever

German piece of sh*t he

was driving off the road.

Dude, I took the bus, alright?

What?

Big city lawyer took the bus?

What, is that more

'green' or something?

Hey man, you

can't smoke in here.

The manager's not

here, so f*** off.

Jen's gonna be

back any minute.

[Eliot] What are you

gonna do, tell on me?

[Nips] Yeah.

Okay, well what did I tell you

about smoking in front of Kyla?

She's fine, she's got strong

smoker's lungs like her dad.

Don't you, sweetheart?

Okay, fine, I guess

I'll finish this outside

because it's 35 f***in' below.

So Wes, what's the deal?

You're here in town

to save the day?

I don't know about

saving the day,

but I'm gonna meet

with Benny's lawyer.

See if, you know, he needs

some help or something.

Oh, you've done

murder cases before?

It doesn't matter.

Now Benny has a real

advocate, a friend.

Oh, come on, Nina.

Benny's not a bad guy but

he is a f***ing animal.

Watch your mouth, Greg.

What?

What about when you and

Eliot first got together?

You see, this is

what he's up against.

What, like this

is news to you?

It's not like you weren't there.

Look man, ease up.

What's your point?

Eliot kicked the

sh*t out of Benny.

Yeah, of course, he did,

but that kid is mental.

We had to drag his ass

away from his own beating.

[Nips] That's true.

God, it's like he gets off

on getting his face mangled.

(door opens)

It smells like smoke in here.

Michael, I asked you

to watch the place.

Well, I made

him smoke outside.

Well, Nina did, but

I instigated it.

[Jen] Good job.

Hey, Jen.

(flopping)

Michael, can you

help me move the kegs?

Hi.

That's funny.

(kissing)

So yeah, that happened.

Two years and the whole Michael

thing still creeps me out.

(phone ringing)

[Kelly] Who died?

Hey Kel, it's me,

I know it's late.

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