Repo Man (1984)

[bunniefuu]

Let me see your driver's licence.

Coach 1018, coach 1018.

From out of town, huh?

What you got in the trunk?

Oh...

You don't want to look in there.

Give me the keys.

♪ Oh my darling, Clementine ♪

♪ Thou art lost and gone forever ♪

♪ Dreadful sorry, Clementine ♪

Mr Humphries, aisle nine.
Mr Humphries, aisle nine.

♪ Feeling 7-Up, I'm feeling 7-Up ♪

♪ Feeling 7-Up, I'm feeling 7-Up ♪

♪ It's a crisp
refreshing feeling ♪

♪ Crystal clear and light ♪

♪ America's drinking 7-Up ♪

♪ And it sure feels right ♪

♪ Feeling lucky seven ♪

Kevin, stop singing, man.

Huh? I wasn't singing, guy.

I'm standing right
next to you and you

were f*cking singing, cut it out.

Why so tense, guy?

- Otto.
- Mr Humphries.

You were late again this morning.

Normally I'd let it go,

but it's been brought
to my attention

that you're not paying attention

to the way you space the cans.

Many young men your age in
these uncertain times...

Otto?

Are you paying attention to me?

Hey, he's talking to you.

f*ck you.

Come on, you fucker,
come on. Just try it.

Come on.

Gotta love getting fired from
your job in a big way, Otto.

What are you laughing at?

Louie, throw him out, too.

- Come on, you f*cking worm.
- Me?

Get out of here.

♪ The generalissimo sets up shop ♪

♪ Step out of line, your
neck's on the block ♪

♪ Armies marching
through the streets ♪

♪ Dressed so sharp,
dressed so neat ♪

♪ Coup d'État ♪

♪ Coup d'État ♪

How're ya doing, Duke?

When did you get out
of the slammer, man?

Excuse me while I fold my pants.

What's the difference?

Huh?

Okay.

Otto...

- Otto...
- What?

Get me another beer.

Ow. Cool. Ow.

Dammit. A joke's a joke.

I'm supposed to be the host here.

Ow.

Debbi, honey...

I got your beer.

Just ignore him, Duke.

He's nothing but a big baby.

- What are you doing, man?
- Turn the f*cking light out.

Nobody's supposed to be here.
This is my parents' room.

♪ Don't want to talk
about anything else ♪

♪ We don't want to know ♪

♪ We're just dedicated ♪

♪ To our favourite shows ♪

Saturday Night Live.

Monday Night Football.

Dallas.

Jeffersons.

Gilligan's Island.

The Flintstones.

Hey, kid...

Hey.

Hey, kid. Hey, you
hard of hearing, Ace?

- What do you want?
- You wanna make ten bucks?

f*ck you, q*eer.

Now wait a minute, wait a minute,
kid, you got the wrong idea.

Look, my old lady's real sick,

I got to get her to
the hospital, okay?

So what? Take her there.

I can't. I can't leave her
car in this bad area.

Look, I need some helpful soul
to drive it for me, okay?

She's pregnant. She's
with twins, she

could drop at any time, all right?

Well, ah, how much you
going to give me?

Fifteen bucks.

Nah, I won't do it for
less than twenty.

Twenty-five.

Follow me in my old lady's
car. It's right here, okay?

All right.

Where's... Where's
your old lady at?

Never mind about that.

Right now we got to
get both my cars

out of this bad area, all right?

Come on.

Let's go.

You know damned straight
which one I'm talking about.

It's sitting right outside.

It took me two weeks to get this

money up so I could
come and get it.

That ain't your car.

Hey, you going to let him
lie to you like that?

- Shut up.
- Huh?

You going to give me my car or
do I got to go to your house

and shove your dog's
head down the toilet?

- Take it easy, sonny boy.
- Shut up, rent a cop.

Best goddamned car on the lot.

You damned right it is.

Say, Mo, what's happening?
You won't take a lift?

- No, thank you.
- Let's go.

Drive a Cadillac, sleep in a tent.

Shut up, Plettschner.

Bud, what street was that car on?

Honey, I don't know, some alley...

- Hey, kid.
- He doesn't know.

Hey, what street was
the Cutlass on?

I don't know.

They don't know,
I'll call you back.

- What happened to your old lady?
- My old lady?

Oh, sh*t. I forgot all about her.

Well, she'll take the
bus. She's a rock.

Hey, come on in.

Marlene.

- Marlene.
- Can you hold?

- You got to name, kid?
- Yeah, it's Otto.

Auto? Auto Parts?

Here, kid.

Helping hand.

You got a driver's licence, sonny?

Oh yeah, you're f*cking-a we
ripped your car, assh*le.

You wanna know who
told us where it was?

Your goddammed brother.

- Are you really 21?
- That's what it says, doesn't it?

Hey, you want some help
with that beer, kid?

- You're all repo men.
- What if we are?

You know, kid, usually when
somebody pulls sh*t like that

my first reaction is, ah...

I want to punch his
f*cking lights out.

But you know something...

You're all right.

Right, Lite.

You got any messages for me, baby?

Yeah, here you go.

Somebody pissed on
the floor again?

Maybe he's looking for
a job, hey Budsky?

Could be. What do you say kid?

We're always on the lookout
for a few good men.

Screw that.

Ain't going to be no
repo man. No way.

It's too late... you already are.

You find one in every car.

You'll see.

Come in, Officer Labeef,
do you read me?

Years ago I saw five
cows mutilated.

Legs sticking up in the air.

Chuck, will you stop
screwing around?

Their ah... their
testicles were cut off.

I think Canadian bacon
is better myself.

I've got the stats on
that car, Officer Labeef.

I've never seen the like of that.

Ten-forty Baker...

What could have done that to him?

Gasoline?

Napalm?

It happens sometimes.
People just explode.

Natural causes.

What?

- Night watchman in Pomona?
- Yep.

Asbestos worker. City of industry.

Yep, yep.

French fry maker
Agoura. That's absurd.

Yeah? Well, you think
it's funny, huh?

There's f*cking room to
move as a fry cook, man.

You know, I could be
manager in two years?

King.

God.

You know, Kevin,

I had this wild f*cking
dream the other night.

I bet.

It was with you and me,

and we were working in
this sleazy sh*thole motel

down in Miami, Florida.

And we were bellhops.

And we were sixty-five years old.

It was so real, it was
really real, realistic.

And then what, you
woke up in a puddle?

- f*ck you.
- f*cking jerk.

- Where are you going, assh*le?
- Away from you.

The lord has told me personally.

Yea, for I walk with
the lord. Amen.

He said, Larry, you and your flock
shall seek the promised land.

But only if you first
destroy the twin evils

of godless communism abroad

and liberal humanism at home.

Mother, father. Got
anything to eat?

Now, my friends,
occasionally we get

a letter from a viewer that says,

now the only reason Reverend Larry
comes on your television set

is because he wants your money.

And do you know what? They're
right. I do want your money.

Because god wants your money.

So I want you to go out
and mortgage that home

and sell that car and
send me your money.

You don't need that car.

Put it on a plate, son.
You'll enjoy it more.

I couldn't enjoy it any more, Mum.

This is swell.

Dad?

- Hey, Dad?
- What is it, son?

Do you remember that you once
told me a long time ago,

well, not too long ago, but...

that you told me that you'd
give me $1,000 to go to Europe

if I finish school.

Well, you know something?
You were right.

About finishing school,
that's what I'd like to do.

But, I want to know if I
could have the money first.

Like now.

You know I really love you,
Dad. I've always loved you.

You too, mum. What do you say?

I don't have it any more.

What?

You father gave all
our extra money

to the Reverend's telethon, Otto.

We're sending bibles
to El Salvador.

Well, what about me?

You're on the honour roll
of the chariots of fire.

Same as us, Otto.

It was a gift. From
all of us jointly.

So how much do I get paid,
twenty-five bucks a car?

Paid? You don't get paid.

You kidding? You
work on commission.

That's better than being paid.

Most cars you rip are worth
two or three hundred dollars.

Fifty-thousand-dollar Porsche
might make you five grand.

Come on, dickhead.

It helps if you dress
like a detective, too.

Detectives dress kind of square.

People think this guy's a cop,

they're going to think
you're packing something.

They don't f*ck with you so much.

- Are you?
- Am I what?

- Packing something.
- Huh.

Only an assh*le gets
k*lled for a car.

Guys who make it are the guys who
get into their cars at any time.

Get in at 3:00 am, get up at 4:00.

That's why there ain't a repo man
I know that don't take speed.

Speed, huh?

Jesus Christ.

Never broke into a car,
never hot-wired a car, kid.

I never broke into a trunk.

I shall not cause
harm to any vehicle

nor the personal contents thereof,

nor through inaction let
that vehicle or the

personal contents
thereof come to harm.

That's what I call
the repo code, kid.

Don't forget it, etch
it in your brain.

Not many people got a
code to live by any more.

Hey. Hey, look at that. Look
at those assholes over there.

Ordinary f*cking
people, I hate them.

- Me too.
- What do you know?

See, an ordinary person spends his
life avoiding tense situations.

Repo man spends his life
getting into tense situations.

Assholes.

Let's go get a drink.

Tense situations, kid.

Get into five or six of them a day
and they don't mean sh*t any more.

I mean I seen men stabbed,
and it didn't mean sh*t.

I've seen g*ns. g*ns too,
they don't mean sh*t,

but that's when you got
to watch yourself.

Here. I'll handle it,
pal. Settle down.

Have a nice day. Or night.

Night, day, it doesn't mean sh*t

- Wasn't that Otto?
- Otto who?

There's going to be some bad sh*t

coming down one of
these days, kid.

Oh, yeah? Where you going to be?

On the moon?

I'm going to be right here heading
north at a hundred and ten per.

In this junker?

Cool car.

Oh. The Rodriguez brothers.

m*therf*cker just flipped you off.

Roll the window down.
Roll the window down.

- Watch it, m*therf*cker.
- Hey, f*ck you, p*ssy punk.

Holy sh*t.

Want me to take them?

- Whoa.
- Whoa. Hey.

g*dd*mn dipshit Rodriguez
gypsy dildo punks.

I'll get your ass.

Wow.

That was intense.

Repo man's always intense.

- Come on, let's go get a drink.
- Gee, bud.

You never told me it was
going to be like this, man.

Cops and robbers.

Real live car chases.

Whoo.

You dummy.

If you say our names, we'll have
to k*ll all these people, Archie.

They all ran away.

Come on, you douchebags.

Awful quiet in here.

Too quiet.

So, who are these Rodriguez boys?

Rodriguez brothers.
Lagarto and Napoleon.

Two notorious delinquents

currently responsible for at least
thirty vehicles in the field.

Scumbags.

They ain't scumbags.

They're car thieves just like us.

There's Miss Magruder.

You want to go for it?

Good gag. You pull this one a lot?

Only on the women.

It never fails.

Excuse me?

Miss Magruder?

I have something here for you.

How utterly charming.

Ow. Ow.

Ow. m*therf*cker.

Lite.

I'm blind, man.

Bruce I Peason,
brokerage consultant.

f*cking millionaire,
six payments behind.

- I've never understood it.
- What's that?

The f*cking millionaires.
They never pay their bills.

See you at the yard.

- Let me get this one.
- No, I'll handle this one.

Mr Peason is carrying a
permit for a p*stol.

- Hey. Hey, hey. Give me that.
- Don't underestimate me, Ace.

And also, naturally, I would like

them to be right
next to each other.

In addition, I would
like them to be

as close to the
window as possible,

so I can sit in my car
and watch my things.

So, all you have to do is take
your clothes out of here like this

and put them into a machine
over there like that.

Oh, my god. Oh.

Oh, my god. Stop.

♪ Now, the girls would turn
the colour of an avocado ♪

♪ When he would drive
down the street ♪

Hey.

Hey. You want a ride?

Hey babe, need a ride?

♪ Pablo Picasso was never
called an assh*le ♪

Pick it up.

Look at you. You pick it up.

You know yourself you were wrong.

Well, what were they doing out
in the middle of the street?

They weren't in the
middle of the street.

That's not the middle of the
street, that's the corner.

- Go on, you pick it up.
- What?

- You pick it up.
- No way.

- You still want a ride or what?
- No, I don't.

♪ Subsequently, Pablo Picasso
was never called an assh*le ♪

- My name is Otto.
- Leila.

- Is this your car?
- Yeah, it's one of them.

One of them.

Think you're pretty
slick, don't you?

I bet you're a used car salesman.

- I am not.
- You dress like one.

- I'm a repo man.
- What's that?

It's a repossesser.

I take back cars from dildos
who don't pay their bills.

- Cool, huh?
- No.

What are you doing?

Those men in the car next
to us. Don't look at them.

Don't look at them. If they
see me, they'll k*ll me.

Really? Why?

Ah. What the hell are you doing?

- What's going on?
- Take a look at this.

It looks like sausage.

It isn't sausage, Otto.

That's a picture of
four dead aliens.

Laugh away, fuckface.

That picture is going
to be on the cover

of every major newspaper
in two days' time.

- How do you know that?
- Part of a secret network.

A scientist who is also
in our secret sect

smuggled the corpses off
this air force base.

Now he's got them in
the truck of his car.

It's a Chevy Malibu.
We've got to find him.

What are you going to do with
them, put them on Johnny Carson?

Yes.

We're going to have a press
conference and tell the world.

Ew. What's that?

I don't know, dear. But it's
alive. Seems friendly though.

- United Fruitcake Outlet.
- My door doesn't work.

Aw look it's curled up.

How cute, oh no.

Maybe we should take it home.

- It doesn't seem to have any.
- Oh, yes let's.

But no. No matter how appealing,

do not let strange
creatures in your house.

We all know strange creatures
are on the increase.

Many of them do seem furry
and adorable, but beware.

We don't know from
whence they came.

Thanks for the ride.

Sure.

I don't know, what do you think?

Do you want to go out
with me again some time?

I don't know. I'm going to
kind of be busy with work.

And the Malibu and everything.

Hey, great. Terrific.
Here's your sh*t.

What's your problem?

I mean, girls might like you if
you lightened up a little bit.

f*ck, man. Girls pay
to go out with me.

All right?

You wanna get back in the car?

- What, here?
- Yeah.

f*ck the seat.

Twenty thousand dollars
for a Chevy Malibu?

Who's Double X Finance?

Store front operation, but
the money is in escrow.

- Want me to notify the boys?
- Naw.

They're always bitching
about their case load.

- I think I'll go out for a while.
- Why? We out of beer?

Somebody has to work around here.

- Keep making me money, kid.
- f*ck you.

Man, we've been looking for this
little red devil for a long time.

Just act natural.

Nobody knows if it's your
car or somebody else's car.

Don't worry about that, come on.
You give it a try, all right?

I knew we'd find it, boy.

- Come on.
- Got it.

Let's get out of here.

Oh, man.

Put your seat belt on, boy.

I don't ride with anybody unless
they wear their seatbelt.

It's one of my rules.

Put that damn g*n down,
boy. It ain't no toy.

sh*t.

I walk into someone's
place of work.

They're sh*t scared.

They know I'm not a cop.

They think I've come to
k*ll them and I would.

I'd k*ll anybody who crosses
me. You know what I mean?

- Do you like music?
- Sure.

In that case you're
going to love this.

I was into these dudes
before anybody.

Partied with them all the time.

Asked me to be their manager.

I called bullshit on that.

Managing a pop group?

Hey, ain't no job for no man.

Did you read that book I gave you?

- What book?
- Dioretix.

Science of matter over mind.

You'd better read it and quick.

That book will change your life.

Found it in a Maserati in Beverly
Hills. You know what I mean?

A lot of people don't realise
what's really going on.

They view life as a bunch of
unconnected incidents and things.

They don't realise that there's
this, like, lattice of coincidence

that lays on top of everything.

I'll give you an example,
show you what I mean.

Suppose you're thinking
about a plate of shrimp.

Suddenly somebody will
say, like, "plate"

or "shrimp" or "plate of shrimp",

out of the blue, no explanation.

No point in looking
for one either.

It's all part of a
cosmic unconsciousness.

You eat a lot of acid, Miller,
back in the hippie days?

I'll give you another instance.

You know the way everybody's
into weirdness right now?

Books in all the supermarkets
about Bermuda triangles.

UFOs, how the Mayans
invented television.

That kind of thing.

I don't read them books.

Well, the way I see it
it's exactly the same.

There ain't no
difference between a

flying saucer and a time machine.

People get so hung
up on specifics,

they miss out on seeing
the whole thing.

Take South America, for example.

In South America, thousands of
people go missing every year.

Nobody knows where they go.

They just, like, disappear.

But if you think about
it for a minute...

you realise something.

There had to be a time when
there was no people, right?

Yeah, I guess.

Well, where did all
these people come from?

I'll tell you where. The future.

Where did all these
people disappear to?

- The past?
- That's right.

- And how did they get there?
- How the f*ck do I know?

Flying saucers.

Which are really...

Yeah, you got it.

Time machines.

I think a lot about
this kind of stuff.

I do my best thinking on the bus.

That's how come I
don't drive, see?

You don't even know how to drive.

I don't want to know how. I
don't want to learn, see?

The more you drive...

the less intelligent you are.

You know, I think I saw one of
those things once, them UFOs.

I mean it was really...
it was kind of scary.

I saw all these f*cking
coloured lights and, sounds.

I mean, sounds and lights
like I never heard before.

I mean it was really weird.

Bud. Yeah?

Do you think all repo
men follow the code?

Of course.

Well, I mean you see a lot of
f*cked up cars come in, but...

99 times out of 100, it's the
customer who fucks them up.

Assholes.

I'm offering a thousands
dollars for his Falcon.

You know what that is,
Napoleon? It's a bribe.

Who the hell is this? Napoleon?

Who the f*ck are you calling?

It's a grand if you show me
where his car is, Napoleon.

Ah, go f*ck yourself, assh*le.

Hello?

Prick.

Sixty-four Chevy
Malibu. Twenty grand.

Waiting.

We could buy ten of
them for that, Marlene.

- Think you can find it now?
- Not going anywhere.

Now how come this junk
is worth so much?

What's in it? dr*gs?

Got all night, amigos.

Hermanos Rodriguez don't
approve of dr*gs.

Neither do I, but
it's my birthday.

I'm going to get your ass.

That m*therf*cker's
still down there.

Don't care how long
it takes, dildos.

Repo man's got all
night every night.

Jesus Christ, twenty
thousand dollars.

Hi, this is Leila.

I'm not here right now, so
please leave your name, number

and a brief message and a
time you called at the beep.

And please try to be frank.

Hey, Leila. All right,
this is Otto.

The guy who gave you
a ride and stuff.

I heard something about that car.

Otto?

Otto.

Otto, stop.

You said you had
something to tell me.

Otto?

- Otto.
- Huh?

What did you want to tell me?

Oh.

Take off your clothes.

- I'm at work, Otto.
- Oh, yeah? Me too.

Your work is different than mine.

Says who?

What are you doing? Don't do that.

Well, the least you could
do is give me a blow job.

I guess that means no.

Leila?

We have a cell meeting
in two minutes' time.

Thanks, Deirdre.
I'll be right there.

See, that m*therf*cker
only thinks I

don't know what's going on, Lite.

As soon as I find that
Chevy, I'm going indie.

I'm going to buy
myself a tow truck, a

couple of pitbulls,
and run a yard.

Sit around and watch everybody
else do the work for a while.

No way you can do that
on twenty grand, man.

The hell I can.

As long as you have good credit,
and my credit is spotless.

Credit is a sacred trust.

It's what our free
society is founded on.

You think they give a damn
about their bills in Russia?

I said do you think they give a
damn about their bills in Russia?

They don't pay bills in
Russia. It's all free.

All free?

Free, my ass. What are
you, a f*cking commie?

- Huh?
- No, I ain't no commie.

Well, you'd better not be. I
don't want no commies in my car.

No Christians, either.

I'll deal with you later. I've
got a customer to attend to.

You too.

Hi. I'm Kevin. Vacuum, sir?

Need a vacuum, sir?

Oh, hey. Do you want
me to check the trunk?

Excuse me.

- Hi. I'm Kevin.
- Hey, buddy. How you doing, huh?

Hey, don't you remember
me? I was here yesterday.

Listen, I think I left
a book of matches

over in your office over there.

You want to go check for me, huh?

- Sure thing.
- Hey, thanks a lot, buddy.

Anything for you, babes.

All right, you're
beautiful. I love you.

Be right back.

What?

It's really very
simple, Mrs Parks.

You don't want me
to take your car,

and I don't want to take your car.

Now, I said to the boss, I said,

"Look, I do not want to
repossess this lady's car."

Well, I've been in the
hospital, you see.

Yeah. Yes, I understand.

My job is really on
the line over this

one. I mean, I could
lose it right away.

I'll see if I can borrow
some money from somewhere.

That's terrific. Really terrific.

- Oh, how was the rehearsal, son?
- It was okay.

- Who's this?
- Oh, this is Mr Otto, Gary.

From the finance company.

He's been telling me that he isn't
going to take the car this time,

even though he could.

Well...

Gotta get going here.

Did you like the tea?

- The tea?
- Huh.

Yeah, it was terrific.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Excuse me.

I gave you the money
last week to pay it.

And you didn't do it.
What did you do with it?

I'm so tired of giving you
money and you squandering it.

I know what you done.

You all went out dancing
somewhere. That's what you did.

Now listen, next time I
give you some money,

I want you to put it in the
car, ya hear. You're working.

How come you didn't do it? I don't
know what's happened to you.

You'll be sorry...

Hey, it's cool, man. It's cool.

I like music too, man, hey.

Ow. Ow.

Some people aren't cut
out to be a repo man.

Why don't you smarten up, kid?

f*ck you, Plettschner. Ow. Ow.

Don't you say f*ck you to me.
Don't you know who I am?

Yeah, you're Plettschner.

You're f*cking right, I'm
Plettschner. Otto Plettschner.

Three times decorated
in two world wars.

I was k*lling people
while you were still

swimming around in
your father's balls.

You little scumbag.

I worked five years
in a slaughter house

and ten years as a
prison guard in Attica.

- So what?
- So what?

So never say f*ck you to me.

Because you haven't
earned the rights yet.

Hey, kid, I need a
contract driver.

See what I mean, punk?

- f*ck you.
- f*ck you.

- You little scumbag.
- Shut up, Plettschner.

Don't you ever tell me to shut up.

sh*t.

It's too hot in here, man.

What the hell's going on?

So f*cking hot I think that sh*t
in the trunk is going to melt.

I think we better take
a look, all right?

Go get us two sodas.

All right, as soon as
I check the trunk.

We're just the mules.

All right.

- Helping hand.
- Marlene. We've found the car.

Come on, guys.

- Get the lead out.
- Stop pushing, Duke.

- My medication.
- Aw, man.

Aw, be cool dude. We got more.

Aw, let me help you, Archie dear.

Come on, come on.

♪ Da-dah-dee-dee-dee-dah ♪

Yeah, well, that's not the only
thing, Marlene, this car is hot.

What do you mean? Stolen?

- No, I mean it's hot, really hot.
- Hot?

Yeah, we're sweating
like pigs, man.

I got the papers. Where
is the car from?

It's from some place...

Roswell, New Mexico.

Me? Fight in a w*r, man?

f*ck, no way.

Nobody's got to do that
sh*t. Not in this country.

A new ID don't cost no
more than a pink slip.

You know what I mean?

Something wrong?

You know Marlene?

Man, she's pretty hot.

Otto, my man.

I jumped on that
action from day one.

I found out where she
was coming from.

- See ya back at the yard.
- Have fun.

Holy sh*t.

Holy sh*t.

Lite.

Holy sh*t. Holy f*cking sh*t.

Lite. Lite.

Lite.

Lite. Open the door.

There's a maniac in there.
What are you doing?

Jesus. Open the door, man.
What are you doing?

What are you doing? Open the door.

Lite.

You're still on the job,
white boy. Get in the car.

Open the door, man,
open the f*cking door.

Open the door, Lite.

- Get in the car.
- Jesus Christ.

You're crazy, Lite.

I mean you can't just sh**t
into people's houses.

- I mean, maybe you sh*t the guy.
- What if I did?

Well, I don't know. I mean,
that's pretty severe.

Jesus Christ.

Hey. Blanks get the job done, too.

You repo men, you guys are
all out to f*cking lunch.

Let's get out of here.

Hello.

Is it you?

This is Leila. Are you
using a scrambler?

I can't hear you. I'm
using the scrambler.

- Look out.
- What?

Happy face. You want a ride?

Help. Help. No. Help.

- What do you want from me?
- We ask the questions.

You're not going to
t*rture me, are you?

t*rture you? What for?

To find out what I know.

I'd t*rture someone in a
second if it was up to me.

Huh? Why are you looking
for the Malibu?

Because of the trunk.
The aliens inside.

- Illegal aliens?
- No, silly. Extraterrestrials.

Ah.

Did you ever think
about joining the CIA?

I'm going to have to
ask my boyfriend.

Boyfriend?

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells ♪

♪ Jingle all the way ♪

- What's going on?
- The usual.

Come on, Miller. Hi, Marlene.

How you doing, baby?

Jesus, who done that to you, son?

Who done what?

Who done what, he says. You
want to talk about guts.

What did you do to your face, kid?

Oh, some dude. It doesn't matter.

Oh, yes it does.

Why don't you do something,
Plettschner? Aren't you a cop?

Marlene, I'm on my coffee break.

Repo man don't go running
to the man, Marlene.

A repo man goes it alone.

- Yes, siree, Bob.
- Just like John Wayne.

Damn right, just like John Wayne.
What's wrong about that?

Greatest American that ever lived.

John Wayne was a f*g.

- What did you say, man?
- Huh?

What?

John Wayne was a f*g.

The hell he was.

He was too, you boys.

I installed two way mirrors
in his pad in Brentwood.

And he'd come to the
door in a dress.

Ah, you're f*cking nuts.

That doesn't mean he
was a h*m*, Miller.

Lotta straight guys like to
watch their buddies f*ck.

- I know I do.
- Yeah?

- Don't you?
- Damn straight I do.

f*ck John Wayne, man. Tell us
his name, you little p*ssy.

Piss off, assh*le.

Ow, you bastards.

Hey, take it easy.

Take it easy. The
guy's head is hurt.

You're taking this
too personal, son.

The thing is, a repo man got
b*at up in the line of duty.

Now, it doesn't matter
that the man was you.

What really matters
is that the guy

that did it has got
to pay the price.

Now stop being selfish
and tell us his name.

Come on.

- Come on.
- You bastard. All right.

All right, all right, all right.

Okay, his name was...

- Mr Humphries?
- Yes?

Yes, I'm Mr Humphries.
What do you want?

The president admitted US planes

have napalmed refugee
camps in Southern Mexico.

He explained that these camps
were in fact guerrilla bases.

In strife-torn Guatemala sh*ts
were fires at the US embassy...

and government troops
retaliated and k*lled 50...

Helping Hand Acceptance
Corporation, Marlene speaking.

Hello, is Otto there?

It's for you. A girl.

- Yeah?
- Hi, Otto. It's Leila.

Leila who?

♪ Ten kids in a Cadillac ♪

♪ Stand in line for
welfare checks ♪

♪ Let's all leach off the state ♪

♪ Gee. The money's really great ♪

♪ We just get by however we can ♪

♪ We all got to duck ♪

♪ When the sh*t hits the fan ♪

I can't believe I used
to like these guys.

Listen to me.

For the sake of this and
future generations,

you must tell us
everything you know.

Yeah, sure. I need another drink.

Otto, these aliens aren't
on ice or anything.

They could be starting to decay.

We've got to find them
before they turn into mush.

Well, well, well.

If it ain't the repo man.

You look like sh*t, you w*nk*r.

Duke. Debbi. Archie.

I'd like you to meet Leila
and her weird friend.

How you doing, assh*le?

How come you don't hang out
with your friends no more?

What friends?

Want some ludes, dude?

Duke.

I really love you, man.

You're my best friend,

because you always f*cking came
to see me while I was in Juvie.

I'm busy, man. I told
you I was working.

- Look, a metal hand.
- Cool.

Can we feel it?

Enchanté.

f*ck this. Let's
go do some crimes.

Adios, butthole.

Charming friends you
got there, Otto.

Thanks, I made them myself.

♪ Doo-be-de-doo-wop-wop,
say what, yeah ♪

Hey, what the f*ck are
you doing with our car?

- Your car?
- Yeah.

Are you sure?

This looks like my car.

Are there pecan pies
in the back seat?

Not any more. We ate them.

- Shut up, Archie.
- You shut up.

You're still here?

My car looks just like this.

But this is yours, your car?

- Yeah, four eyes.
- Of course...

- What's in the trunk?
- What do you mean?

You don't even know
what's in your own trunk.

- k*ll him, Duke.
- You know what?

I think you're afraid to find out.

k*ll him.

Come on, Duke, you
putty butt. k*ll him.

I ain't afraid of nothing, see.

It's all right I don't blame
you for being afraid.

I said I ain't afraid of nothing.

I k*ll people like you.

Oh, well.

I guess you're right.

It's better not to look.

Beautiful evening.

You can almost see the stars.

Oh, shut up.

He's going to open it.

- Ah.
- Come on, Duke.

This thing is hot.

Aw...

Well, we don't have all night.

Close it, Duke. No. No.

Aw. Dukie Wookie hurt
his wittle hand.

f*ck you, Archie. Just for that,
you're not in the g*ng any more.

- I'm taking over now.
- Oh, leave it out.

- King Archie, the invincible.
- Shut up, Archie.

Hey, Debbi. Watch this.

Oh, dear, what a shame.

Come on, Duke, let's
go do those crimes.

Yeah. Yeah.

Let's go get sushi
and... and not pay.

Hey. Yo. Hey buddy.

Special deputies. Pull over.

Special deputies. Pull over. Hey.

So the farmer says the ice
broke and he fell in...

There goes another.
All these people,

man, with one person in each car.

The city wants us to carpool,
but nobody gives a sh*t.

If people carpooled,
we'd be out of work.

Ah, bullshit.

How come that pig's
got a wooden leg?

Well, says the farmer,
about three months ago...

- Look at that car.
- I was out there walking the pig.

Hey, Budsky. There's
your girlfriend.

Oh, those Rodriguez brothers, huh?

Okay, boys, we've got the
whole team here tonight,

let's settle these
m*therf*ckers' hash for good.

- Let's do it.
- Yo. Pull over.

sh*t.

Don't lose him, man.

Hey. Hey. Take it easy.

Stop this f*cking car.

Stop this f*cking thing.

Hey, come on.

sh*t.

m*therf*cker. Come on.

Come on, m*therf*cker, yeah, come
on. What are you waiting for?

m*therf*cker, I'll kick
your f*cking ass. Come on.

Come on. Come on. What are you
going to do with that bat?

m*therf*cker.

- What?
- Hey, hey, hey...

Too bad, Bud. This is
going to cost you plenty.

What do you mean, cost me plenty?

How's your neck, Napoleon?

Oh, my neck? Yeah. Oh. sh*t.

Oh, sh*t. My neck is k*lling me,
man. I think I got whiplash.

Besides the whiplash,
this isn't a repo car.

Bullshit. I got the
f*cking papers on it.

We paid it off.

You see, this is
our favourite car.

That's right. You got
insurance, m*therf*cker?

Come on, cocksucker.

Whose side are you on
for Christ's sake?

g*dd*mn it.

sh*t. This is bullshit, Oly.

Yeah, that's what I said
when the marshal woke me up

at 4:00 this morning.

Unfortunately it isn't
bullshit, it's a summons.

Well, bullshit. You should
have refused to accept it.

Have you read it?

The g*dd*mn Rodriguez brothers are
suing us for malicious damage,

medical expenses and harassment
for a car they f*cking own.

The Rodriguez brothers are...

You believe the f*cking
Rodriguez brothers?

They're a couple of scumbags,
Oly. You know them.

I know that, Bud. But
we've got to sit

down and get our stories straight.

Bullshit, you're taking
their word against mine.

I was there, remember?

Why don't you go home?

Take the rest of the week off.

Take the rest of the... I can't
take the f*cking rest...

Oh... Yeah, I get it. Huh.

Take the rest of the
week off, Budsky.

So you can get the f*cking twenty
thousand dollars for the Malibu.

- Make it a f*cking month.
- Yeah? Well, f*ck you.

On second thoughts, Budsky.

Don't bother coming back at all.

Great. I'll come back and
pick up my stuff later

when the f*cking place
don't stink so bad.

Shut up.

f*cking trash.

Makes you wonder
how much they owe.

Most of them are on the run.

Don't even use their f*cking
social security numbers.

If there was just some way to find
out how much the m*therf*ckers owe

- and making them pay.
- Jesus Christ, Bud.

They're winos, they
don't have any money.

You think they'd be
bums if they did?

- You want out? Do you?
- No.

What's the matter with you?

Don't you like your job any more?
Not too happy in your job?

I mean I feel like we're not
communicating any more.

When we first started
out I thought

I could teach you something,

share something with you,
for Christ's sake.

Answer me.

I'm picking up the dead.

I'm putting my hands
around this dead body.

I'm carrying his limp torso
to the truck, and...

He feels like he's... he's only
been dead a little while, but...

♪ Oh, dum de ♪

J Frank Parnell.

Ott, Ott...

You ever feel as if your
mind had started to erode?

No.

Ever been to Utah?

Sir.

I represent the Helping Hand
Acceptance Corporation.

Radiation, yes indeed.

You hear the most
outrageous lies about it.

Half-baked goggle-boxed do-gooders

telling everybody
it's bad for you.

Pernicious nonsense.

Everybody could stand a
hundred chest X-rays a year.

They ought to have them too.

When they cancelled the
project it almost did me in.

One day my mind was
literally bursting.

The next day nothing.

Swept away...

But I'll show them.

- I had a lobotomy in the end.
- Lobotomy?

- Isn't that for loonies?
- Not at all.

A friend of mine had one.

Designer of the neutron b*mb.

Ever hear of the neutron b*mb?

Destroys people.

Leaves buildings standing.

It fits in a suitcase.

It's so small no one knows
it's there until blammo.

Eyes melt, skin explodes,
everybody dead.

It's so immoral, working on
the thing can drive you mad.

That's what happened to
this friend of mine.

So he had a lobotomy.

Now he's well again.

What kind of car does your...

does your friend drive?

Chevy Malibu.

This is really a nice old car.

- Why don't you let me drive?
- What do you mean?

Well, I don't know. I mean...

- Don't you feel funny?
- Why should I feel funny?

The two hemispheres are
fundamentally at odds.

Hemisphere, hemisphere.

You know it's strange.
I do feel funny...

Ah...

Here's the young new-waver
we've all heard so much about.

My old man had a
mohawk when I met him.

He was in the service then.

He was such a monster. I
used to have to tell him no.

My old man was exactly
the same way.

Till we got married.

Hey, Oly. Your wife's
hanging all over Otto.

Yeah. Like flies on sh*t.

Have you seen Bud anywhere?

Who?

Hey, Ace. Wait up.

So, you want to talk about it?

Talk about what, kid?

- Why you're so damn mad at me.
- I'm not mad at you. God damn.

- I'm not. I'm not mad at you.
- All right, okay.

- Debbi?
- What?

I've been thinking.

Now that we've got some money

and Archie's gone...

don't you think it's
time we settled down?

Get a little house.

I want you to have my baby.

Why?

Well, I don't know.

Everybody does it.

And it just seems like
the thing to do and...

Arsehole.

Let's go do the job.

Duke. Debbi. What are
you guys doing here?

- What's it look like, Ace?
- Up against the wall.

I'm going to k*ll him. I'm
going to k*ll everybody.

Drop it, m*therf*cker.

Ow, sh*t.

Debbi...

Ah...

Ah, do you...

Do you think it's too late for
us to get romantically involved?

I think a little.

Wait. Wait. Stick with me.
I'll make you a repo wife.

Bollocks.

Here.

- Otto?
- Yeah, I'm here, man.

The lights are growing dim.

I know a life of crime led
me to this sorry fate.

And yet...

I blame society.

Society made me what I am.

That's bullshit.

You're a white suburban
punk, just like me.

But it still hurts.

You're going to be all right, man.

Maybe not.

Yep he's dead all right.

- No doubt about it.
- He's a goner.

Man.

Look. Booth's setting him on fire.

Where's the car, baby?

That Chevy Malibu, baby.

Where's the car?

- Otto.
- Jeez.

- You'd better stay out of this.
- Why?

It's none of your business.
You want to be a hero?

- Or rather be a chicken man?
- What?

A chicken man. Did you ever
see a farmer's wife? Huh?

Let go of me.

It's peaceful, man.

The Malibu.

Yeah?

- Let's go.
- No way, Marlene.

My car's gone and we're going
to get to the bottom of this.

Like hell we are.

Not in my face.

Hold it, Marlene. Freeze.

My face.

Over my dead body.

That's how it's going
to have to be.

Come and get me. Come on.

I've been wanting to do that
one for a long time, honey.

Come on. Come on. Come on, if
you think you're man enough.

Hey, Plettsch.

Coffee break.

Good evening, Otto.

This is agent Rogersz.

I'm going to ask you
a few questions.

Since time is short
and you may lie,

I'm going to have to t*rture you.

But I want you to know
it isn't personal.

Look, ah... This isn't
really necessary.

I'll tell you anything
you want to know.

Good. Where is the Malibu?

I don't know.

Somebody ripped it from the yard.

I don't think he knows.

- Increase the voltage.
- But what if he's innocent?

No one is innocent. Proceed.

Ah, yes. Look at them.

High heels, hair nets, those
ridiculous trench coats.

They're pathetic.

Agent Rogersz, they're
getting away.

It's all part of the plan.

- Someone help me.
- Otto.

Otto, pull yourself together.

Marlene?

What's going on?

We're going to the hospital.

Dr Benway to surgery.

Hey, I know you.

You're the one that
ran into my trash.

To you too.

Visiting hours are now over.

Thank you for your assistance.

Out of order.

Take the stairs.

Mr Lee. Mr Lee.

Please return the scalpel. Mr Lee.

Otto?

They're going through
it all the time.

Let me see that.

- All wrong. Do it over.
- And they won't pick it up.

Oh, well isn't that a shame?

I tell you, it comes to something

when they expect
you to pick it up.

How are you doing, man?

Ask him about the Malibu.

Look, about the other night.

I'm sorry I split.

I know I should have
stayed with you, but ah...

It's like when I was
a kid, you know, I

had this set of big
wheels you know.

Otto.

Please be quiet in the stairwells.

Please be quiet in the stairwells.

A very sad unchristian
thing just happened.

A sweet old lady's car was stolen.

It's a Chevy Malibu.

Brothers and sisters.

Please, if you've seen this car,

just call this toll free number.

- sh*t.
- Praise the lord.

Go, go, go.

Come on. Go.

Ow.

Dude, slow down.

Stop.

All right, don't sh**t. Come
on, all right, all right...

Chicken shits.

Where's the Malibu?

Don't even ask,
because I don't know.

I mean, I don't have it,
Marlene doesn't have it,

you and your crazy
friends don't have it.

So that only leaves...

Where is he?

Where the f*ck is he?

He is risen, Holy Jesus' name.

- Later.
- Bye-bye.

Here's another weird one.

Reports are coming
in about apparent

hail of ice cubes
south of downtown.

Scientists are at a
loss to explain the

freak showers of
tiny cubes of ice.

That's some weird
f*cking sh*t. Bud?

- What's going on, man?
- sh*t.

Eleven years of repoing
cars and what have I got?

sh*t.

Bud, listen to me.

You're sitting in a car worth
twenty thousand dollars.

Look, we turn it in,
we take the money,

and split it sixty-forty,
you and me.

Who gets the sixty, kid?

Well, I don't know.
I figured since

I found the car first that...

you'd get it.

Get away from the car.

This is your only warning.

We got problems, man.

No, no, no... Wait.

Stop f*cking around, man.

Only an assh*le gets
k*lled over a car.

You calling me an assh*le, punk?

Yeah, I'm calling you an assh*le.

Come and get me, copper.

I'm well armed and I
know where you live.

Son of a f*cking bitch.

I would rather die on my
feet than live on my knees.

Come on, out.

Come on, you f*cking popsicles,
let's get that car.

Hey Oly. Look at Bud?

We'll tow it to a cliff
and drive it off.

I have the papers on this
car. You guys want a beer?

- Hey Bud, want a beer?
- No, a cigarette.

- No beer is needed here.
- Hey, what...

Approaching the car.
I'm encountering

a strange eerie kind
of force field.

I don't know what it is. It's...

Come on, you popsicles.

God, I love this job.

Linear and inverse
vectors merge in zero.

This way, your holiness.

It's more than a job,
it's... It's a calling.

Critical mass is at
a point of zero.

Why, you can say spiritual.

Spiritual?

Holy sheep sh*t.

Get back, get back.

Get back in there or
you don't get paid.

Have you read this book?

Dioretix.

- Chapter seven. Verse three.
- I've got it marked.

Miller, what are you doing?

I'm going for a little spin.

But you don't know how to drive.

Otto, don't go.

What about our relationship?

What?

What about our relationship?

f*ck that.

You shithead.

I'm glad I tortured you.
How can you leave me?

I'm the one who's supposed
to be in that car.

Best goddamned car in the yard.

Wow.

This is intense.

The life of a repo man
is always intense.

♪ I was riding on
a concrete slab ♪

♪ Down a river of useless land ♪

♪ It was such a beautiful day ♪

♪ I heard a witchdoctor say ♪

♪ Why don't we send
in the wrappers ♪

♪ I'm looking for the
joke with a microscope ♪

♪ My muscle's twitching
on those words ♪

♪ You want to speak,
you lose your nerve ♪

♪ Infinity throws you a curve ♪

♪ Dumps you in sh*t
you don't deserve ♪

♪ As life roars by you in a blur ♪

♪ Leaves you murmuring
a dirty word ♪

♪ A page out of a comic book ♪

♪ A chicken hanging on a hook ♪

♪ A reverie, a babbling brook ♪

♪ A sermonette, a TV cook ♪

♪ Shaking my hand
at your fake head ♪

♪ A su1c1de, a certain look ♪

♪ I was a teenaged dinosaur ♪

♪ Stoned and obsolete ♪

♪ I didn't get f*cked and
I didn't get kissed ♪

♪ I got so f*cking pissed ♪

♪ Using my head for an ashtray ♪

♪ Now I tell you who I am ♪

♪ I'm a repo man ♪

♪ Repo, repo, repo,
repo, repo man ♪

♪ I'm a repo, repo,
repo, repo, repo man ♪

♪ Repo, repo, repo... repo man ♪