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Will or should I fight for my country?
Brionna 2022-04-23 07:02:17
The world economy in the 1980s experienced the pain after the disintegration of the Bretton Woods system, the process of globalization accelerated, and the problems were gradually exposed and deepened. The hatred of cheap Pakistani labor by the skinheads in the film is a reflection of the political problems brought about by globalization. However, the trend of increasingly frequent international exchanges cannot be changed. One day, when the land of China is full of Africans and the land of the United States is full of Chinese, will wars be launched so easily? In other words, when most of my country are foreigners, will I still go to the battlefield for my country and throw my blood? At that time, will there be any national heroes? What was patriotism then? What was a country then? Do we want wealth or self-esteem?
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Combo: [to Sandhu, after robbing him] Picking on a kid, mate? Fucking hell. Picking on a fucking kid, was ya? Eh?
Mr. Sandhu: Just take what you want and go, OK?
Combo: SHUT UP! I'M talking! I'M your fucking size! Fuck with me!
Mr. Sandhu: You got what you want! Just go now, alright?
Combo: Don't you fucking dare backchat me, or I will slay you now where you fucking stand, you fucking Paki cunt! Right? You listen to fucking me! That fucking kid's Dad DIED for this fucking country! What have YOU fucking done for it? FUCK-ALL but take fucking jobs off decent people.
[Backing towards the door, pointing a knife at Sandhu]
Combo: Now listen, son. Listen good. We'll be back here whenever we want, right? Cuz this is fucking OURS, now. This is OURS, this, fucking Sandhu. Don't forget that. Any fucking time we want. And clean the place up, it fucking stinks of curry! Fucking stinks! REEKS of the fucking shit!
[Leaves the shop as Sandhu looks on, shocked but grateful to still be alive]
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Shaun: Get me... 'undred fags, two bottles of wine, a bottle of whisky, and ten cans of lager now.
Mr. Sandhu: You know what you're gonna have? Nothing!
Shaun: What?
Mr. Sandhu: You know you're not supposed to be in here. Go. Out. Bang.
Shaun: Just fucking get them, you Paki bastard!
Mr. Sandhu: [Bewildered] What did you say?
Shaun: Get them you FILTHY - PAKI - BASTARD!
Mr. Sandhu: Right! That's it!
[Begins chasing Shaun around the shop until he catches him]
Mr. Sandhu: That's it!
Shaun: Get off!
Mr. Sandhu: Get out!
Combo: [Entering the shop] What's going on, mate? You gotta problem?
Mr. Sandhu: [Wrestling Shaun towards the door] He's been calling me a Paki bastard. Just open the door and I'll let him out. Go on, mate.
Combo: [Suddenly brandishing a huge knife] GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HIM NOW! FUCKING HANDS OFF HIM!