Repeaters Page #2

it was Wednesday.

- Look, we're gonna figure this out.

- We're not gonna figure out sh*t, okay?

We're gonna keep repeating the same day

over and over again

until we go completely

out of our f***ing minds.

- Okay, but, look, we each had

the same shock of electricity

or whatever, right? So...

- So, what? So maybe

that's something that we do?

- Okay, you go and electrocute

yourself then, sister,

but l'm gonna enjoy it while l got it.

(quietly):

God, what is that girl's problem?

You know, ifyou think about it,

it doesn't really matterwhat we do today.

Right? l mean,

l could take a piss in group.

As a matter of fact,

l could just piss on Bob.

Tomorrow, it'd be like

it never happened.

-Yeah. l don't know, man.

l... just feel like we

shouldn't mess with it, you know?

- What do you think

we should do with it?

- l don't know.

(laughing)

- Pull it out and put it back.

(laughing):
What?

- The bottle of gin.

l can see it in your pants.

Pull it out and put it back!

- It's not in my pants.

- What do you call that? Put it back!

You know what, both ofyou,

get the hell out of my store!

Both ofyou, get out! Idiots!

(laughing)

- Feeling bette

- Oh, starting to.

- What the f*** are you doing?

What the f*** are you doing?

Oh, no, dude.

We'd better pray tomomow repeats.

(engine roaring to life)

(laughing)

F***!

(whooping in excitement)

(laughing)

(tires squealing)

You're sick! Sick!

Oh, Bobby...

(hea metal music)

Whoa, Bob likes p*ssy.

Who am l? Who am l?

(humming)

Bob...

loves...

lady cock.

(laughing)

- What the f***?

- Oh, no...

Nearly Legal. Near1y Legal. F***, look.

(laughing)

Oh, f***.

-All right, freeze, boys!

Party's over. Hands on your head.

Let's go, right now.

Hands on your head.

That's it.

Looks like you screwed up royally

this time, eh, Weeks, huh?

Just like the old man, huh?

Hands behind your back.

(laughing)

Halsted.

Your mom posted bail.

- See you this morning.

- Well...

Looks like no daddy coming for you,

cowboy.

- Breaking and entering?

Vandalism?

Your first day pass

and that's what you do with it, huh?

Well, you must be

really proud ofyourself.

You have any idea what

that little exercisejust cost me?

Kyle...

- ustafter :
OO this morning,

an unidentified man threw himself

omthe Mission City dam--

(heavy sighing)

- It's weird.

l was scared,

but...

At the same time,

l felt... really alive.

- What if it doesn't repeat?

You're gonna have a criminal record

on top ofyour drug histoy.

That's pretty awesome, Halsted.

(pounding on door)

- T:
30, Halsted!

- Hey, Bob?

Bob...

l hear there's been

a few break-ins

in the neighbourhood lately?

- What the hell are you talking about?

- Nothing.

- Okay, come on, let's go.

Get your ass in gear.

(chattering)

(chattering)

- Hello.

- Well, hello.

(chuckling)

Again.

- Evey time.

- Let's go.

- Bob, lookin' slick.

(awkwardly):
Morning.

(laughing)

(quietly):
Nice one, douchebag.

(tray clattering)

(laughing)

So, what's on the program?

- Clean it up. Right now.

- You know,

l think our man, Bob,

on his down time,

he likes to just settle in

with a little bit ofVictoria gin.

- Victoria gin?

- Yeah, yeah, a little bit of lubrication

before he kicks om his shoes,

and he thumbs through

his favorite magazine...

(chanting together):

NearIy Legal!

- Right, Bob?

(laughter)

- l knew hewas a pig.

- Oh, not towory, Logan.

l think you're a bit too old for him now.

- F*** you.

(laughing)

- Well, f*** it, cowpokes,

Iet's celebrate!

- Yeah.

(county music)

(screaming)

- Yeah!

- Three more!

Here!

Babq, baby, baby, baby...

- Woo!

-Are you gonna be able

to pay for all this?

- Oh, you bet your sweet ass, girl.

-All right, yeah,

l'm gonna need you to settle up.

- l apologize.

He hasn't gotten laid in a bit.

-Avey long time.

You want to help me out with that?

- Oh...

- l'm sory, l'm sory.

That there male and that there female

are gonna pay for me.

- l have no money.

- F*** sakes...

- l'm so sory!

- Okay, thanks, partner,

that was great!

All right, uh,

l'm gonna sing a little song

to pay for some drinks.

- Woo!

- Yeah, that's right, pal!

And l'm gonna dedicate it

to my mo friends.

Y'all know who you are-

- It's us! We're his friends!

Oh, my darlin' oh, my darlin'

Oh, my dain'

Oh, my darlin' Clementine

- Let him sing!

Hey, let him sing!

(car horns blaring)

(laughing hysterically)

Oh, my dain'

Oh, my dain'

Oh, my darlin' Clementine...

(laughing)

(Weeks making goofy noises.)

- Where did you get this from?

- What was that noise?

(laughing)

And?

(oinking)

- Oh, that is--

Mine stinks, dude.

- Milady?

- Oh, sh*t. Wow.

- My friend.

One for you.

- Oh, my G--

Are we really gonna do this?

- Tell me you haven't always wanted

to knock om a liquor store?

-Are these things clean?

- What?

- Well, theyjam if they're dirty, right?

(laughing):
We're not going

to shoot anybody.

Okay, you know what,

the only thing that my old man cares about

more than his knife collection

is his f***ing gun collection.

So yeah, they're clean.

Let's do this, kiddies!

Oink! Oink!

(rock music)

Stick your hands up!

It's a stick-up! Let's go!

- Ty to touch my dick

and l'll blow your f***in' brains out!

Go!

(laughing)

- Sh*t...

- Open the f***in' register!

- Okay.

- You think this is f***in' funny?

Hury up!

Get me a bag, f***!

Quik! Here...

- What the f***?

(laughing)

- Sh*t, there's a car!

- What?

- There's a car, f***! Huy up!

- Let's go!

- Huy!

- Let's go, come on!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

(laughing)

(song playing)

(laughing)

(indistinct conversation)

Oh, my God, what the f***?

(laughing in triumph)

- How much did we get?

- l don't know, man.

There's like 500 bucks here

and 42 pennies.

(laughing)

l took it all, man. l took it all.

(wailing sirens approaching)

Sh*t...

(laughing)

(knocking)

(knocking on door)

- Yo, Tiko, what's up, man?

- Well, if it isn't

my favourite customer, man.

Long time, no show, bro.

- Yeah, man.

Look, um...

Michelle?

Charlotte?

Tiko, what the f***, man? Tell me

you didn't get my sister f***in' high.

- That's not all we did, G.

- Hey...

- Charlotte!

- Easy! F***... Jesus...

We good?

Nobody in there wants to talk to you.

Okay, man?

Sojust f*** om.

- F*** you.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- There's room foryou.

- Nice f***in' sweatpants.

(laughing)

- Don't woy, guys.

l know a guy that we can score from.

Welcome to my drug of choice, kiddies.

- This sh*t always f***in' scared me.

- They say you're addicted

the momentyou take your fint hit.

Only today...

You get to be unaddicted again.

(sighing)

Here it comes.

Here it comes...

Go, go, go, go, go.

(exhaling shakily)

(gunfire)

...ain't gonna cure you

Honey time's just gonna

hit on you

You got to

You got to go steal ahead

You got to go steal ahead

You got to

You got to go steal ahead...

F*** me.

You've got to

You got to go steal ahead

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