All language subtitles for Repo Man (1984).english

Affirmative. That's correct.

Let me see your driver's license.

Post 1018. Post 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.

Mr. Humphries, aisle nine.

Huh? I wasn't singing, guy.

I'm standing right next to you,
and you're fucking singing. Cut it out.

Jeez! 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 of your age,
in these uncertain times —

Otto, are you paying attention to me?

Hey, he's talkin' to you.

Fuck you!

¡Ay, pendejo!
Come on, you fucker!

- Come on. Just try it.
- Oh, man.

Come on.

You gotta love getting fired
in a big way, Otto.

What are you laughing at?

- Louie, throw him out too.
- Come on, you fucking worm.

Me?

Get outta here!

How ya doin', Duke?

When did you get out
of the slammer, man?

What's the difference?

- Otto?
- What?

Get me another beer.

Damn it! A joke is a joke,
but 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.

- No one's supposed to be up here.
- Turn the fuckin' light out!

This is my parents" room.

Saturday Night Live!

Monday Night Football!

Dallas! Jeffersons!

Gilligan's Island! Flintstones!

Hey, kid.

Hey.

Hey, you hard of hearing, ace?

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

- Fuck you, queer.
- Now, wait a minute, kid.

You got the wrong idea.
Look, my old lady's real sick.

- I gotta 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, uh, how much
you gonna give me?

- Fifteen bucks.
- No. Won't do it for less than 20.

Twenty-five.

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

All right. Where's, uh...
Where's your old lady at?

Never mind. Right now we gotta get
both of my cars out of this bad area.

All right?

Come on.

Papá, ven aquí.

Es un gringo en la calle
con su cache.

Ándale, ándale.
Está robando un carro.

Let's go!

¡Hijo de la puta!
¡Dame el carro!

You know damned straight which one
I'm talkin' about. It's sittin' right outside.

Took me two weeks to get
this money up so I could get it.

- That ain't your car.
- Hey!

- You gonna let him lie to you like that?
- Shut up!

You gonna give me my car, or do I gotta go to your house
and shove your dog's head down the toilet?

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

Best goddamn car on the lot.

You damn right it is.

Will you hold, please?

Helping Hand Acceptance Corporation.
Marlene speaking.

- Say, mama, what's happenin'? You want to take a lift?
- No, thank you.

- Drive a Cadillac, you sleep in a tent.
- Shut up, Plettschner.

Bud, what street was that car on?

Honey, I don't know.
Some alley.

- Hey, kid?
- What?

- What street was the Cutlass on?
- I don't know.

- I'll you back.
- What happened to your old lady?

My old lady? Oh, shit!

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 a name, kid?
- Yeah, it's Otto.

"Auto"? Auto Parts?

Here, kid.

Helping Hand.

- You got a driver's license? Let me see.
- Fuckin' A we ripped your car, asshole!

You know who told us where if was?
Your goddamn brother!

Are you really 21?

That's what it says, doesn't it?

You want some help
with that beer, kid?

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

You know, kid, usually when
somebody pulls shit like that...

my first reaction is, uh...

I want to punch
his fucking lights out.

But you know something?

You're all right!

Right, Lite?

- Any messages for me, baby?
- Yeah, here you go.

- Cracks me up.
- Somebody pissed on the floor again?

Maybe he's looking for a job,
huh, Budski?

Could be.
What do you say, kid?

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

Screw that.
Ain't gonna be no repo man. No way.

It's too late.
You already are.

You'll find one in every car.

You'll see.

Years ago
I saw five cows mutilated...

legs sticking up in the air...

testicles bit off.

I think Canadian bacon
is better myself.

Never seen the like of that.

What could've done that to him?

Gasoline?

Napalm?

It happens sometimes.
People just explode. Natural causes.

What?

Night watchman, Pomona?

- Yep.
- Asbestos worker, City of Industry?

Yep. Yep.

French-fry maker, Agoura?
That's absurd.

You think it's funny, huh?

There's fucking 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 fuckin' dream
the other night.

- I'll bet.
- It was with you and me...

and... we were working
in this sleazy shithole motel...

down in Miami, Florida...

and we were bellhops...

and we were 65 years old.

It was so real. It was really —
It was realistic, you know?

And then what?
You woke up in a puddle?

- Fuck you.
- Fucking jerk!

- Where are you going, asshole?
- 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 see the promised land...

but onIy if you first
destroy the twin evils...

of godless communism abroad...

and liberal humanism at home.

- Oh, joy and hallelujah!
- Hello, Mother. Hello, Father.

- Anything to eat?
- Now, my friends...

occasionally we get a letter
from a viewer that says...

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 mofigage 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.

Couldn't enjoy it any more, Mom.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.
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, um —

that you'd give me
a thousand dollars 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, um, I want to know
if I can have the money first.

Like, now.

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

You too, Mom.
What do you say?

I don't have it anymore.

What?

Your 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 honor roll
of the Chariots of Fire. Same as us, Otto.

It was a gift from all of us, jointly.

Yea, in his name they shall be healed!

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

"Paid"? You don't get paid.

You kiddin'? You work on commission.
That's better than being paid.

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

$50,000 Porsche
might make you five grand.

Come on, dickhead!

It helps if you dress
like a detective too.

Detectives dress kind of square.

If people think,
"This guy's a cop"...

they're gonna think
you're packing something.

They don't fuck with you so much.

- Are you?
- Am I what?

- Packing something.
- Only an asshole gets killed for a car.

The guys that make it are the guys
that get in their cars at any time.

Get in at 3:00 a.m.,
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!

I never broke into a car,
I never hotwired 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 anymore.

Look at that.
Look at those assholes over there.

Ordinary fuckin' people.
I hate 'em.

- Me too.
- What do you know, kid?

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 'em a day. Don't mean shit anymore.

I've seen men stabbed. Didn't mean shit.
I've seen guns too. They don't mean shit.

But that's when you gotta watch yourself.
Here, I'll handle it, pal.

Try to settle down.

Have a nice day — uh, night.

Night, day — doesn't mean shit.

- Wasn't that Otto?
- Otto who?

There's gonna be some bad shit
comin' down one of these days, kid.

Oh, yeah?
Where are you gonna be?

- On the moon?
- Huh-uh.

I'm gonna be right here,
headin' north at 110 per.

In this junker?

Cool car.

Uh-oh. The Rodriguez brothers.

- Motherfucker just flipped you off.
- Roll the window down. Roll the window down.

- ¿Adónde vas, pendejo?
- ¡Chingas tu esposa!

- Watch it, motherfucker!
- Hey, fuck you, pussy punk!

Holy shit!

Want me to take 'em?

- You like that?
- Whoa! Hey!

Chase me, asshole!

Goddamn 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 gonna be like this, man.

Cops and robbers.

Real live car chases.

Whoo!

You say our names, we're gonna
have to kill all these people, Archie!

- They all ran away.
- Come on, you douche bags!

- Making the initial hit on the play...

was Doug West.

Also in on the tackle, Ronnie Pitts.

And that'll be close to the first down.

Let's see how they spot it.

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 30 vehicles
in the field.

- Scumbags.
- They ain't scumbags.

They're car thieves, just like us.

There's Ms. Magruder.
You wanna go for it?

Good gag.
You pull this one a lot?

Only on the women.
It never fails.

Excuse me.

Ms. Magruder?

I have something here for you.

Mm. How utterly charming.

Aah! Aah!

Aah! Aah, motherfucker!

Aah!

Lite! Lite, where are you, man?

Aah!

Bruce I. Peason,
brokerage consultant.

Fuckin' millionaire.
Six payments behind.

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

Fuckin' millionaires.
They never pay their bills.

- See you at the yard.
- Let me get this one.

No, I'II handle this one. Mr. Peason's
carrying a permit for a pistol.

- 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 them spin.

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!

Pick it up.

Look at you! You pick it up!

You know yourself
you were wrong.

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!

- My name's Otto.
- Leila.

Is this your car?

- Yeah, it's one of 'em.
- "One of 'em"?

You 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 repossessor.

They take back cars from dildos
that don't pay their bills.

- Cool, huh?
- No.

What are you doing?

Those men next to us —
don't look at them.

Don't look!
If they see me, they'll kill me!

Really? Why?

Aah!
What the hell are you doing?

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

It looks like —
It looks like sausage.

It isn't sausage, Otto.

That's a picture of four dead aliens.

Laugh away, fuck-face!

That picture's gonna be
on the cover...

of every major newspaper
in two days' time.

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

A scientist
who's also in our secret sect...

smuggled the corpses
off this air force base.

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

It's a Chevy Malibu.
We've gotta find him.

What are you gonna do with him?
Put him on Johnny Carson?

Yes. We're gonna have
a press conference and tell the world.

- Mm, what's that?
- I don't know, dear.

But it's alive.
Seems friendly though.

"United Fruitcake Outlet."

My door doesn't work.

- Oh, look. It's curled up.
- How cute! Oh, no!

Maybe we should take it home.
If doesn't seem to have one.

- 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 be ware!

We do not know
from whence they came.

Thanks for the ride.

Sure.

Um — I don't know.
What do you think?

You want to go out
with me again sometime?

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

and the Malibu and everything.

Okay, great. Perfect.
Here's your shit.

What's your problem?

Girls might like you
if you lightened up a little bit.

Fuck, man.
Girls pay to go out with me.

All right?

You want to get back in the car?

- What, here?
- Yeah.

- Fuckin' seat!

- Who's Double X Finance?
- Storefront operation.

But the money is in escrow.

Want me to notify the boys?

They're always bitchin'
about their caseload.

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

Somebody has to work around here.

- Keep making me money, kid.
- Fuck you.

We been looking
for this little red devil for a long time.

Just act natural. Nobody knows if this
is your car or somebody else's car.

Don't worry about that.
Come on.

You give it a try, all right?

But if this has one, I know
you'll find it, boy. Come on.

Got it.

Here, take this.
I'll take that.

Hurry up.
Let's get out of here.

Put your seat belt on, boy.

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

It's one of my rules.

Put that damn gun down, boy.
Ain't no toy. Shit!

I walk into someone's
place of work...

they're shit-scared.

They know I'm not a cop.

They think I've come to kill 'em.
And I would.

I'll kill anybody who crosses me.

You know what I mean?

- Do you like music?
- Sure.

Mm. Then in that case,
you're gonna love this.

I was into these dudes
before anybody.

They asked me
to be their manager.

I called bullshit on that.

Managing a pop group?

Hey, ain't no job for no man.

You read that book I gave you?

- What book?
- Dioretix: The Science of Matter Over Mind.

- Huh-uh.
- Well, you better read it, and quick.

That book will change your life.

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

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

They view life as a bunch of...

unconnected incidents and things.

They don't realize
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 realize something.

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

Yeah, I guess.

Well, where did
all these people come from?

Hmm?

I'll tell you where: the future.

Where did all these people
disappear to? Hmm?

- The past?
- That's right!

- And how did they get there?
- How the fuck 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 thinkin' 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. It was really...
It was kind of scaly.

I saw all these fuckin' colored lights
and, uh, sounds.

I mean, sounds and lights
like I ain't never heard before.

'Cause, I mean,
if was really weird.

- Bud?
- Yeah?

Do you think all repo men
follow the code?

Of course.

I mean, you see a lot
of fucked-up cars come in...

but 99 times out of a hundred
it's the customer who fucks 'em up.

Assholes.

I'm offering a thousand dollars
for his Falcon.

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

What the hell is this?
"Napoleon"? Who the fuck are you calling?

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

Go fuck yourself asshole.

Hello?

Prick.

'64 Chevy Malibu, 20 grand.

- I'm waiting!
- We could buy ten for that, Marlene.

- Think you can find it now?
- I'm not going anywhere!

Now how come this junk
is worth so much? What's in it?

Drugs?

I got all night, amigo.

Hermanos Rodriguez
don't approve of drugs.

That motherfucker's
still down there.

I don't care
how long it takes, dildos!

Repo Man's got all night,
every night!

Jesus Christ! $20,000?

Hi, this is Leila.
I'm not here right now...

so please leave
your name, number...

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

Please try to be frank.

Hey, Leila. All right.

This is Otto, the guy
that gave you the ride and stuff

I heard something about "that" car.

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!

The least you could do
is give me a blowjob.

I guess that means no.

Leila?

We have a cell meeting
in two minutes' time.

Thanks, Deirdre.
I'll be right there.

See, that motherfucker Oly thinks
I don't know what's goin' on, Lite.

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

Gonna buy myself a tow truck,
a couple of pit bulls, and rent a yard.

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

No way you can do that
on 20 grand, man.

The hell I can't.
As long as you got good credit...

and my credit is spotless.

Credit is a sacred trust.

It's what our free society
is founded on.

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

You better not be.
I don't want no commies in my car.

No Christians either.

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

You too.

Hi, I'm Kevin. Vacuum, sir?

A little vacuum, sir?

Hey, do you want me
to check the trunk?

Excuse me.

- Hi, I'm Kevin.
- Hey, buddy, how you doin'?

Don't you remember me?
I was here yesterday.

Listen, I think I left a book
of matches over in your office.

- You want to go check?
- Sure thing.

- Hey, thanks a lot, buddy.
- Anything for you, babes.

- All right. You're beautiful. I love you.
- Be right back.

What?

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.

Yes, yes, I understand.

But my job is really on the line over
this one. I could lose it right away.

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

That's terrific. Really terrific.

Hey, be cool!

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
gonna take the car this time...

even though he could.

Well...

uh...

I've got to get going here.

Did you like the tea?

- The tea?
- Uh-huh.

Yeah, it was terrific.

Thank you.

- You're welcome.
- Excuse me.

I gave you the money
last week to pay if, and you didn't do it.

What did you do with it? I'm so tired of
givin' you money and you squanderin' it.

I know what you done.
Y'all went out dancin' somewhere.

Next time I give you some money,
I want you to put it on the can hear?

You workin'.
How come you didn't do it?

I don't know what's happening to you.

You gonna be sorry, honey.

It's cool, man! Everything's cool!
I like music too, man!

Ow! Ow!

Some people ain't cut out to be a repo man.
Why don't you smarten up, kid?

Fuck you, Plettschner.
Ow! Ow!

Don't you say "fuck you" to me.
Don't you know who I am?

- Yeah, you're Plettschner.
- You're fuckin' right I'm Plettschner.

Arnold Plettschner.
Three times decorated in two world wars.

I was killing people while you were still swimming
around in your father's balls, you little scumbag!

I worked five years in a slaughterhouse
and ten years as a prison guard in Attica!

- So what?
- "So what"?

So never say "fuck you" to me!

'Cause you haven't earned
the right yet!

Hey, kid,
I need a contract driver.

See what I mean, punk?

- Fuck you!
- Fuck you!

- You little scumbag.
- Shut up, Plettschner.

Don't you ever tell me to shut up.

- Shit! ¡Qué calor!
- Sí.

It's too hot in here, man.

What the hell's goin' on?

It's so fuckin' hot, I think that shit
in the trunk is gonna melt.

I think we'd better take a look.

- Go get us two sodas.
- All right, as soon as I check the trunk.

We're just the mules.
¿Entiendes?

- All right.
- Ándale.

- Helping Hand.
- Marlene, we found the car.

Come on, you guys!

- Get the lead out!
- Quit pushing, Duke!

- You dropped the medications. Aw, man!
- Be cool, dude. We got more.

Let me help you, Archie dear.

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.

Look at the papers.
Where is the car from?

It's from someplace, uh —

Roswell, New Mexico.

Duke!

Me fight in the war, man?

Fuck! No way.

Nobody got to do that shit.

Not in this country.

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

You know what I mean?

Something wrong?

Nah.

You know Marlene?

She's pretty hot.

Otto, my man...

I jumped on that action
from day one.

I found out
where she was coming from.

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

Holy shit!

Holy Shit! Lite!

Holy shit! Holy fucking shit!

Lite!

Lite! Lite! Open the door!

There's a maniac in —
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 fucking door!

- Get in the car.
- Jesus Christ!

You're crazy, Lite.

I mean, you can't just shoot
into people's houses.

Maybe you shot 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, man —
you guys are all out to fuckin' 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 a scrambler.

- Look out!
- What?

you want a ride?

Help! Help! No!

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

You're not gonna torture me,
are you?

Torture you? What for?

To find out what I know.

I'd torture someone in a second
if it was up to me.

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 gonna have to ask my boyfriend.

"Boyfriend"?

- What's goin' on?
- The usual.

Come on, Miller. Hey, Marlene.
How you doin', baby?

Jesus, who done that to ya, son?

- Who done what?
- "Who done what?" he says.

You want to talk about guts!
What did you do to your face, kid?

- Some dude. It doesn't matter.
- 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.

- Repo Man goes it alone.
- Yes, sirree, bob.

Just like John Wayne.

Damn right, just like John Wayne!
What's wrong with that?

- Greatest American that ever lived.
- John Wayne was a fag.

- What did you say, Miller? What?
- Huh?

- John Wayne was a fag.
- The hell he was!

He was too, you boys.

I installed two-way mirrors
in his pad in Brentwood...

and he come
to the door in a dress.

Ah, you're fuckin' nuts!

That doesn't mean
he was a homo, Miller.

A lot of straight guys like to watch
their buddies fuck. I know I do.

Don't you?

Damn straight! I do.

Fuck John Wayne, man!
Tell us his name, you little pussy.

Piss off, asshole.

- Aah, you bastards!
- Hey, take it easy.

- Ow! Ow!
- His head is hurt.

You're taking this too personal, son.

The thing is, a repo man
got beat up in the line of duty.

It doesn't matter
that that 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!
- Aah! Aah! Aah, 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,
shots were fired at the US Embassy —

Helping Hand Acceptance Corporation.
Marlene speaking.

It's for you. A girl.

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

Psst!

Leila who?

- 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 shit, you wanker.

Duke, Debbi, Archie...

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

How ya doin', asshole?

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

- What friends?
- Aah.

Want some "byoot," dude?

Duke!

I really love ya, man.
You're my best friend...

'cause you always fuckin' came
to see me while I was in juvie.

I was busy, man. I was workin'.

Oh, look. A metal hand.

Cool.

Can we feel it?

Enchanté.

Fuck this!
Let's go do some crimes.

Adios.

Charming friends
you got there, Otto.

Thanks.
I made 'em myself.

Hey, what the fuck
are you doing with our car?

- Your car?
- Yeah!

Are you sure?

This looks like my car.

Are there pecan pies
in the backseat?

Not anymore. We ate 'em.

- Shut up, Archie.
- You shut up.

You 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.

- Kill him, Duke!
- And you know what?

- I think you're afraid to find out.
- Kill him!
- Duke, you putty butt, kill 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 nothin'!

I kill 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 is gonna open it.

- Aah!
- Come on, Duke.

- This thing is hot.
- Aw!

Look, we don't have all night.

Ooh!

Close it, Duke! No! No!

Aw, Dukie-wookie
hurt his wittle hand.

Fuck you, Archie! Just for that,
you're not in the gang anymore.

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

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

Hey, Debbi, watch this.

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

Yeah. Yeah.

Let's go get sushi 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 one.
All these people, man...

they all got one person in each car.

The city wants us to carpool,
but nobody gives a shit.

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

Ah, bullshit!

"How come that pig's
got a wooden leg?"

"Well," said the farmer...

...about three months ago —"

Look at that car.

- Hey, Budski.
- Yeah?

There's your girlfriend.

Ah, los Rodriguez brothers, huh?

Okay, boys,
we got the whole team here.

Let's settle these motherfuckers'
hash for good.

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

- Hey!
- ¡Mira! Bud! Shit!

- Hey, watch it!
- Shit!

Don't lose him, man!

Hey, take it easy!

Stop the fucking car!

Shit!

Motherfucker, come on!
Come on, motherfucker!

Come on! What are you waiting for?
I'll kick your fucking ass!

Come on! What are you
gonna do with that bat?

- What?
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Too bad, Bud.
This is gonna cost you plenty.

- What do you mean, cost me plenty?
- How's your neck, Napoleon?

Oh, my neck. Yeah.
Oh, shit!

Shit, my neck is killing me, man.
I think i got whiplash.

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

- Bullshit! I got the fuckin' papers.
- Old!

We paid it off.

You see, uh,
this is our favorite car.

That's right.
You got insurance, motherfucker?

- No! No!
- Come on, come on, come on!

Come on, cocksucker!

Whose side are you on,
for chrissake?

Leave me alone, goddamn it!

Shit!
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've refused to accept it.

Have you read it?
The goddamn Rodriguez brothers...

are suing us for malicious damage,
medical expenses...

and harassment
for a car they fucking own!

The Rodriguez brothers —
Do you believe the Rodriguez brothers?

- They're a couple of scumbags.
- I know that, but we gotta 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 fuckin' —

Oh. Yeah, I get it. Uh-huh.

"Take the rest
of the week off, Budski"...

so you can get
the fucking $20,000 for the Malibu.

- Make it a fucking month!
- Yeah, well, fuck you!

On second thought, Budski...

don't bother coming back at all.

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

when the fuckin' place
don't stink so bad.

Shut up.

Makes you wonder
how much they owe.

Most of them are on the run, don't even
use their fuckin' Social Security numbers.

If there was just some way to find out how much
the motherfuckers owe and making 'em pay.

Jesus Christ, Bud.

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

- Think they'd be bums if they did?
- Do you want out? Do you?

- No.
- What's the matter with you?

Don't like your job anymore?
Not happy in your job?

I mean, I feel like
we're not communicating anymore.

When we first started out,
I thought I could teach you something...

share something with you,
for chrissake.

Answer me!

I'm picking up the dead wino...

putting my hands
around his body.

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

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

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-box 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 'em too.

When they canceled 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 Ioonies?

Not at all.

A friend of mine had one.

Designer of the neutron bomb.

You ever hear
of the neutron bomb?

Destroys people...

but leaves buildings standing.

It fits in a suitcase.
It's so small...

no one knows
it's there till — 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, uh —

- 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.

Aah!

Here's the young new-waver
we've aIl 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...

until we got married.

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

Yeah. Like flies on shit.

Um, have you seen Bud
anywhere?

Who?

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!

Godda— I'm not.

- I'm not mad at you.
- All right. Okay.

- Debbi?
- What?

I've been thinking.

Now that we got some money...

and Archie's gone...

don't you think it's time we —
we settle 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 —

- Asshole!

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 gonna kill him.
I wanna kill him.

I kill everybody!

Drop it, motherfucker!

Shit!

Debbi... uh...

uh, do you, uh —

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.

Jesus.

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

The lights are growin' 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 h-hurts.

You're gonna be all right, man.

Maybe not.

- Yep, he's dead, all right.

- No doubt about it.
- A goner.

He's setting him on fire.

Tell us where the car is!

The Chevy Malibu, baby.
Where's the car?

- Otto!
- Jesus Christ!

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

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

- I'd rather be a chicken man.
- A what?

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

Huh?

Let go of me!

It's peaceful, man.

Yeah?

Let's go!

No way, Marlene.

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

Like hell we are.

- Not my face!
- Hold it, Marlene! Freeze!

My face!

- Over my dead body.
- That's how it's gonna have to be.

Come and get me.
Come on.

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

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...

and since time is short
and you may lie...

I'm going to have to torture you.

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

Look, uh, 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, hairnets,
those ridiculous trench coats.

They're pathetic.

Agent Rogersz, they're getting away.

- Help — Help me.
- Otto, pull yourself together.

Marlene.

- What's goin' on?
- We're going to the hospital.

Hey, I know you.

You're the one
that ran into my trash.

- Shh!
- "Shh!" 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 go into it all the time.
- Let me see that.

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

Well, isn't that a shame?

Uh-huh.

- I tell you...
- For sure.

it comes to something
when they expect you to pick it up.

How you doin', man?

Look, about the other night...

- I'm sorry I split.
- Praise the Lord.

I know I should've stayed
with you, but, uh...

- it's like when I was a kid.
- Marlene.

- 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,
un-Christian 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.

- Shit.
- Praise the Lord.

Go, go, go!

Come on! Go!

Aah!

Dude, slow down!

Don't shoot.
Come on. All right, all right.

- Chickenshits.
- We was just foolin'.

Where's the Malibu?

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

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 fuck is he?
- He is risen!

Don't do that!

- Later!
- Bye-bye.

Here's another weird one.
Reports are coming in...

of an apparent hail of ice cubes
south of downtown.

Scientists are at a loss to explain
the freak showers of tiny cubes of ice.

Some weird fuckin' shit, eh, Bud?

- What's going on, man?
- Shit.

Eleven years of repo-ing cars,
and what have I got?

Shit.

Bud, listen to me.

You're sitting in a car
worth $20,000.

Look, we turn it in, we take the money.
We split it 60-40, you and me.

Who gets the 60, kid?

I don't know. I figured since
I found the car first...

that you get it.

This is your only warning.

We got problems, man.

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no! Wait!

Stop fuckin' around, man!

Only an asshole
gets killed over a car!

You calling me an asshole, punk?

- Yeah, I'm calling you an asshole.
- Come and get me, copper!

I'm well-armed,
and I know where you live!

Son of a fuckin' bitch!

I'd rather die on my feet
than live on my knees.

Come on! Come on,
you Fudgsicles! Let's get that car!

- Hey, Oly, look at Bud.
- Bud who?

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, you want a beer?
- No. Cigarette.

- No beer is needed here.
- Hey!

I'm approaching the car.

I'm encountering a strange,
eerie kind of force field.

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

Come on, you Popsicles!

God, I love this job.

Linear and inverse vectors
merge in zero.

It's more than a job.
It's — It's a calling.

- Critical mass is at a —
- You could say it's spiritual.

"Spiritual"?

Oh, my God!

Holy sheep shit!

Get back! This is serious!

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?

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?

Fuck that.

You shit!

I'm glad I tortured you!
How could you leave me?

I'm supposed to be in that car!

Best goddamn car in the yard.

Wow! This is intense!

The life of a Repo Man
is always intense.