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,
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
-Are these things clean?
- What?
- Well, theyjam if they're dirty, right?
(laughing):
We're not goingto 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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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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