Repoman
- Year:
- 2015
- 16 min
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##[Repo Man Theme
by lggy Pop playing]
[Siren wailing]
##[Humming]
[Police radio chattering]
[Bird squawking]
# Clementine ##
Let me see
your driver's license.
(man on radio)
Post 10-18. Post 10-18.
From out of town, huh?
What you got
in the trunk?
[Sighing]
You don't want to look
in there.
Give me the keys.
[Screaming]
##[Man singing]
[Kevin humming]
[Woman chattering
on P.A. System]
# Feeling 7UP,
I'm feeling 7UP #
# Feeling 7UP,
I'm feeling 7UP #
# It's a crisp,
refreshing feeling #
# America's drinking 7UP
Kevin, stop singing, man.
I wasn't singing, guy.
I'm standing right next to you, and
you're f***ing singing. Cut it out.
[Exclaiming]
Why so tense, guy?
Otto.
Mr. Humphries.
You were late again
this morning.
Now, 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,
Otto...
are you paying attention to me?
Hey, he's talking to you.
F*** you.
[Gasps]
[Snickering]
[Groaning]
(Humphries) Good Lord.
All right, pendejo.
Motherf***er, come on, just try it.
(Kevin) Oh, man.
Come on.
You gotta love
getting fired...
from your job
in a big way, Otto.
What are you laughing at?
Luis, throw him out, too.
Come on, you f***ing worm.
Me?
Get out of here.
##[Coup D'Etat playing]
[Men chattering]
How're you doing, Duke?
When did you get out
of the slammer, man?
[Girl shrieks]
Excuse me while I fold my pants.
##[Debbi humming]
What's the difference?
Huh?
[Sighing]
Okay.
Otto?
Otto?
What?
Get me another beer.
##[Institutionalized playing]
(Kevin) Be cool. Damn it.
A joke's a joke.
But I'm supposed to be
the host here.
Debbi, honey...
I got your beer.
This is bullshit.
(Debbi) Just ignore him, Duke.
He's nothing but a big baby.
What're you doing, man?
(Duke) Turn the f***ing light out.
No one's supposed to be up here.
This is my parents' room.
# Don't want to talk about
anything else #
# We don't want to know #
# We're just dedicated #
Saturday Night Live!
Monday Night Football!
Dallas!
Jeffersons!
Gilligan's Island!
Flintstones!
[Man whistles]
Hey, kid.
[Car horn honking]
Hey!
Hey, kid.
You hard of hearing, Ace?
What do you want?
You wanna make $10?
F*** you, queer.
Now, 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...
how much you gonna give me?
$15.
No, I won't do it
for less than $20.
$25.
[Airplane engine droning]
Follow me in
my old lady's car.
It's right here, okay?
All right.
Where's your old lady at?
Never mind about that.
Right now, we gotta get...
both of my cars out of this bad area,
all right?
Come on.
[Woman speaking Spanish]
[Car engine starting]
##[Car radio playing]
[Tires screeching]
Let's go!
[Honking]
[Speaking Spanish]
[Exclaiming]
[Woman screaming]
##[Spanish song playing]
[Laughing]
[Honking]
(Miner) You know damned straight
which one I'm talking about.
It took me two weeks to get this money
up so I could come and get it.
[Buzzer sounding]
(Oly) That ain't your car.
Hey!
You gonna let him lie to you like that?
Shut up. 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.
(Delilah) Shut up, rent-a-cop.
Best goddamn car on the lot.
You damn right it is.
[Phone ringing]
(Marlene) Will you hold, please?
Helping Hand Acceptance Corporation,
Marlene speaking.
[Both laughing]
Say, mama, what's happening?
Do you want to take a lift?
No, thank you.
Let's go.
Drive a Cadillac, you sleep in a tent.
Shut up, Plettschner.
(Marlene)
Bud, what street was that car on?
Honey, I don't know.
Some alley. Hey, kid?
He doesn't know.
(Otto) What?
Hey, what street
was the Cutlass on?
I don't know.
(Marlene) They don't know,
I'll call you back.
What happened to your old lady?
My old lady?
Oh, sh*t.
Well, she'll take the bus.
She's a rock.
Hey, come on in.
Marlene?
Marlene?
Can you hold?
[Buzzer sounding]
You got a name, kid?
Yeah, it's Otto.
Auto? Auto parts?
Here, kid.
[Phone ringing]
Helping Hand.
You got a driver's license, sonny?
(Oly)
F***ing A, we ripped...
your car, a**hole.
Let me see it.
You wanna know who told us where it was?
Your goddamn 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?
[Beer can clattering]
[Sighing]
You know, kid, usually, when somebody
pulls sh*t like that...
I want to punch his f***ing lights out.
But you know something?
You're all right.
You're all right.
[Bud laughing]
That right, Lite?
You got any messages for me, baby?
(Marlene) Yeah, here you go.
[Buzzer sounding]
(Bud)
Cracks me up.
(Lite)
Somebody pissed on the floor again?
Maybe he's looking for a job,
huh, Budsky?
(Bud)
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.
[Buzzer sounding]
[Helicopter blades whirring]
Find one in every car.
You'll see.
[Woman chattering on radio]
(Sheriff)
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 have done that to him?
Gasoline?
Napalm?
It happens sometimes.
People just explode.
Natural causes.
What?
[Computers beeping]
[Beeping]
[Thunder rumbling]
Night watchman, Pomona?
Yep.
Asbestos worker, City of Industry?
Yep.
French-fry maker, Agoura.
That's absurd.
Yeah, well, you think
that's funny, huh?
There's f***ing 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***ing 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 real, it was realistic, you know?
And then what?
You woke up in a puddle?
F*** you.
F***ing jerk.
Where you going,
a**hole?
Away from you.
[Kids chattering]
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 only if you first destroy
the twin evils...
and liberal humanism at home. "
Hello, Mother. Hello, Father.
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