Repo! The Genetic Opera Page #3
to my daughter
The mind behind
Welcome Amber to the stage
Welcome Amber to the stage
How old are you?
I had my first surgery
when I was 13.
And thanks to Z,
I couldn't feel
or remember a thing.
A month later, I was turning tricks.
I'll keep a lock on it all
Drug market
Submarket
Sometimes I wonder
why I ever got in
Blood market
Love market
Sometimes I wonder
why they need me at all
Zydrate comes
goes into the gun like a battery.
And the Zydrate gun
goes somewhere
against your anatomy.
And when the gun goes off, it sparks,
and you're ready for surgery.
Surgery.
Grave Robber
Sometimes I wonder
why I even bother
Grave Robber
Sometimes I wonder
why I need you at all
And Amber Sweet
is addicted to the knife.
Addicted to the knife?
And addicted to the knife,
she needs a little help with the agony.
Agony.
And a little help comes
in a gun pressed
against her anatomy.
And when the gun goes off,
Miss Sweet is ready
for surgery, surgery.
Grave Robber
Sometimes I wonder
why I need you at all
It's clean, it's clear, it's pure.
- It's what?
- It's rare.
It takes you there.
It what?
It takes you there
It's clean, it's clear...
Before the cut
It's clean, it's clear...
I can do nothing at all
It's surgery, it's surgery.
It's surgery.
It's the way your friends
may change inside.
Feel alive
Hey, that's Blind Mag's song.
Who did that?
So you think you got heart
So you think you got balls
So you think Mag can sing
So you think Mag has pipes.
Well, it's my turn to shine.
When the Repo Man strikes!
What are you talking about?
Mag's contract's got
some mighty fine print.
Some mighty fine print?
Some mighty fine...
And that mighty fine print
puts Mag in a mighty fine predicament.
If Mag up and splits,
her eyes are forfeit.
And if GeneCo and Rotti so will it,
then a repo man will come,
and she'll pay for that surgery.
Surgery.
Surgery.
I can't feel nothing at all
Cleanin' up the city since 030
I can't feel nothing at all
Sir, we have Amber.
We're bringing her in.
Incoming message.
Nathan Wallace, come to mu office at once.
Honey?
Are you awake?
Well, who ordered pizza?
I could sure go for a slice!
Oh, never too pressed
for that dramatical entrance
You wanted to see me?
Thank you for coming
Have your new assignment
Hot off the meat truck!
You couldn't phone me this target?
This is a job of special importance.
It is involving a GeneCo employee,
a singer we all know.
That has-been soprano
A traitor to GeneCo
Tonight is her last show
Please handle Mag as best you can.
Take her down
But Mag's eyes...
Are GeneCo's.
I know this may seem hard
Mag was Marni's best friend
You break my friggin' heart
You can reunite them.
I cannot do this job
Remember who you are.
Remember what you did to Marni.
Must I take you back there
Please don't take me back there
Why relive that moment?
I can't relive it
That dark, fateful night
When you murdered your wife
It's too painful
Marni was past helping
Shilo's life was slipping
Shilo was slipping
She needed her dad,
So I fixed things
We made an agreement
I will honor that agreement
- You'll do as you're told
- I'll do as I'm told
About that dark and fateful night.
Or my secret repo life
Don't deny your repo life
Dear Marni, I am so sorry
Can you forgive me for this?
Not the death doctor
with the hungry scalpel
Here's my prognosis, will they live?
Doubtful.
You're the street physician
Carving rare sculptures
Paint your ass like a Rembrandt
Ha! You like that?
Better start praying
when you see him coming
For tonight, it's curtains
You're the night surgeon
I remember
Remember what you did to Marni
And who you are
I remember
Remember what you did
To your knife!
See it glide.
See it slice!
Who's your night surgeon?
I hope you have my money
Or it's buon viaggi
He'll do your ass like dishes
Amputation
Remember who you are
- Please, please, please!
- I remember
Remember what you did to Marni
Remember who you are
I remember
Remember what you did to her
Remember who you are
I remember
Remember what you did to Marni
Remember who you are
I remember
Remember what you did to her
I remember every dying whisper
Every desperate murmur
I remember when I gazed upon her
She looks just like you
I remember
I remember working every victim
With acute precision
I remember every time I hold you
My blunt companion
I remember
I dismember
'Cause the claims medic gives no anesthetic
gets you repo treatment
Remember horror
on your street corner
Make your mama boil you
I'm a night surgeon
I remember
Nathan!
I cannot do this job.
Find someone else.
No one walks away from me.
He wants out?
Then I will take him out.
Shilo? Is your name Shilo?
Can I talk to you?
Can you come down, please?
- Why?
- So we can speak.
I saw you at the show
I thought I'd seen a ghost
Your resemblance is striking.
You have your mother's eyes, her hair
I was told you died with her
All these years have come and gone
How do I put this?
I'm your godmom
State your business.
Business?
What do you want?
I want, I want
To finally meet you
Something real
With the hope that you will go to
All you're meant to, all I failed to
In you is a world of promise
We have both been
kept in bondage
But you could learn
from all my failures.
I'm not supposed to talk to strangers.
Or let them through the gate?
That, either. A big risk.
- A big fence.
- A big mistake.
A new friend.
Oh, my God. Mom?
How'd you do that?
- Do what?
- That. That eye thing.
These eyes can do more than see.
I know. I mean, I've seen you sing.
- Where?
- From my window.
I can see the world from there.
Name the stars and constellations.
Count the cars
and watch the seasons.
I wish we could have watched together
I can't have guests.
- Never?
- Ever.
If Dad found out
that I'd been let out
or that you'd been let in...
I should go, then, before I do
- Promise me you won't
- Better that you don't.
It's best if I resume my life
Needs a little room to bloom
outside her bedroom
Chase the morning
Yield for nothing
Chase the morning
Yield for nothing
Let your life be a dream
Integrity, honesty
It's too late for me
Don't look back
Till you're free
to chase the morning
Yield for nothing
Chase the morning
Yield for nothing
Yield for nothing
Hi, Nathan.
Mag.
How did you get in here?
Don't you have a show tonight?
- How are you, Nathan?
- Busy.
You never were
A man of many words, Nate
- You told me Shilo died
- Listen...
Nathan, I promised your late wife
I'd be present in Shilo's life
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