Raining Stones

Synopsis: This Ken Loach film tells the story of a man devoted to his family and his religion. Proud, though poor, Bob wants his little girl to have a beautiful (and costly) brand-new dress for her First Communion. His stubbornness and determination get him into trouble as he turns to more and more questionable measures, in his desperation to raise the needed money. This tragic flaw leads him to risk all that he loves and values, his beloved family, indeed even his immortal soul and salvation, in blind pursuit of that goal.
Genre: Comedy, Drama
Director(s): Ken Loach
Production: Koch Lorber Films
  8 wins & 4 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
90 min

Come on.

Tommy, I've got one

of the buggers.

Come on!

Fucking get one!

I've got one, Tom.

Come back!

Bloody job this!

Stay quiet, it

might come down.

There's one here on

its own.

This one on its


Go round the back

of him.

Go round the back

of him slowly.

We've not come all this

way for f*ck all.

Go round the back

of him slowly.


Get it, lad!

Get it.

I've got the bastard!

You've got it!

Get it!

She'll get it!

Oh, we've got to

get hold of it!

I've got the bastard!

Hold it! Hold it!

I've got it!

What do I do with it?

Get hold of the scruff! Hold

it tight! Get hold of it!

Help me, will yer!

Hold it!

Come here!

Take it easy, will you, lad,

I've got no chance here...

Ah! There's shit

all over... look at this!

Watch that, it's

scalding hot, son...

I am knackered...

It just wants one good belt on the back

of the head, then it'll be stone dead.

Good hard... short,

sharp shock.

Come on,

let's give it a go.

Just wack it

across the napper.

Good heavy blow.

But where, though?

The back of the head, across

the shoulders, know what I mean?

Put plenty of force

into it, son.

Go on, go on,

go on, go on!

Just whack it.

Hit it on the head.

Look, look!

There's one thing...

What are you waiting for?

Hit it.

Listen, we could always

sell it as it is.

To that butcher, you're joking.

He'd rob us blind.

Give it a belt,

will you, Bob.

Oh, you know, you're so good at

giving the orders out, you do it.

Come on, when you

kill it, I'll skin it.

I'll peel that bleedin' fleece

off like peeling an orange.

Now just give it

a belt.

Come on son,

you belt it.

Get on this side.

Get on this side.

Oh, there's me

fucking tea!

Jesus... hold

the bleedin' thing!

Tommy, I fucking

got it!

I've got it.

Cor blimey, its' got

loads of bottle, ain't it.

What do you get off

of sheep, anyway?

Foot and mouth disease

unless you wear a condom.

Ah, very clever,

very droll. Yeah.

I'm serious here,

what do you get off it?

Mutton, you dopey bleeder. What

do you think you get off it?

Yeah, but what do

you mean? Show it me.

Get four legs,

don't you.

Couple of shoulders, all them chops,

feel the ribs there, all of them.

How many chops?

Fucking big bag


Oh, serious. Come on, can't

you be serious for a minute?

Well count them, feel them.

Ten, eleven, twelve...

Hang on, hang on, one...


three, four...

Don't be worrying, you'll be

getting your share. Come on.

Jesus Christ! Can you smell that?

I thought it was

you. It's farted!

Come on, let's get it

down there.

Hold onto it and I'll get

one good shot at its napper.

Have you got it?

Let's get it down then. Go

on, get hold of it. Smack it.

Go on!

How many times have you been

in that position with a sheep?

Never mind.

Come on, hit it.

Fucking hell!

I should have done this job on

me own. You're bleedin' hopeless.

And watch me.

Don't hit me.

Just give it.

Just give it one.


Go on.

That's it. Go on!

F*ck it. Let's take it

down the butchers.

Get hold of the back end.

You shit house.

You shit house...

Come on, you twat,

look up, look up.

Just give him a honk

on the horn.

Give over, with everybody's

eyes round here?

Here, I'll tell you what.

You get out, get in the butcher's

shop, I'll drive it round the back.


Be bloody quick, then.

It'll feed the whole bleedin' town,

I' telling you. Have a look at that.

Hello, Bob.

All right...

Ah! You're pulling

my pisser, aren't you?

What do you mean?

What I mean?

That's mutton, that.

Nobody wants mutton

these days, they want lamb.

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