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use their f***ing Social Security numbers.

If there's just some way

to find out how much...

the motherfuckers owe,

and making them pay.

Jesus Christ, Bud.

They're winos.

They don't have any money.

You think they'd be bums if they did?

You want out? Do you?

No.

What's the matter with you?

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 Christ's sake.

Answer me!

[Engine shuts off]

[Crying]

(man)

I'm picking up the dead wino.

My hands are on his body.

I'm carrying his limp torso

to the truck.

He feels like he's only been dead

for a little while.

[Tires screeching]

[Gurgling]

[Stomach growling]

[Otto coughing]

B*tch.

[Train bell ringing]

[Tires screeching]

[Panting]

##[Humming]

[Otto panting]

J. Frank Parnell.

Otto.

You ever feel as if your mind

had started to erode?

No.

Ever been to Utah?

Sir, I represent the

Helping Hand Acceptance Corporation.

(J. Frank)

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

They ought to have them, too.

When they cancelled 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 loonies?

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.

So small.

No one knows it's there,

until 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 friend drive?

Chevy Malibu.

This is really a nice old car.

Why don't you let me drive?

What do you mean?

I don't know, I mean...

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.

[Horn blaring]

[Exclaiming]

[Engine starting]

##[Milk Cow Blues playing]

[Woman laughing]

(woman) Here's the young new waver

we've all heard so much about.

My old man had a Mohawk when I met him.

He was in the service then.

(man)

Signed it over to me.

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.

(Lite) Hey, Oly, your wife's hanging

all over Otto.

Yeah, flies on sh*t.

Have you seen Bud anywhere?

Who?

##[Radio playing]

[Dog growling]

(Bud)

Hey, Ace. Wait up.

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.

God. I'm not. I'm not mad at you.

All right. Okay.

Debbi.

What?

I've been thinking.

Now that we've got

some money...

and Archie's gone...

don't you think it's time

we settled 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...

A**hole.

[Sniffing]

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 going to kill them.

I'll kill everybody.

[Laughing]

Drop it, motherf***er!

[Groans]

(Duke)

Sh*t!

[Gasping]

Debbi.

Do you think it's too late for us

to get romantically involved?

I think, a little.

Wait, stick with me.

I'll make you a repo wife.

Bollocks.

Here.

[Duke gasping]

Easy.

Otto.

Yeah, I'm here, man.

The lights are growing 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 hurts.

[Vomiting]

[Gagging]

Your gonna be

all right, man.

Maybe not.

[Camera clicking]

(man #1)

Yep, he's dead, all right.

(man #2)

No doubt about it.

A goner.

Man.

(man)

Well, who's setting him on fire?

[Phone ringing]

[Shouting]

(agent #1) The Chevy Malibu, baby.

Where's the car?

Otto, you better stay out of this.

Jeez.

[Phone continues ringing]

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?

Let go of me!

It's peaceful, man.

(agent #2)

The Malibu!

Yeah.

[Marlene grunting]

[Men groaning]

Let's go!

No way, Marlene.

My car is gone, and we're going

to 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 going to have to be.

Come and get me. Come on.

(Plettschner) Been wanting to do

that one for a long time, honey.

(Marlene) Come on, if you think

you're man enough.

(Otto)

Hey, Plettsch.

Coffee break.

[Screaming]

(Rogersz)

Good evening, Otto.

This is Agent Rogersz.

I'm going to ask you

a few questions.

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.

(Otto)

Look, 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.

[Otto screaming]

I don't think he knows.

Increase the voltage.

Well, what if

he's innocent?

No one is innocent.

Proceed.

[Otto yelling]

Oh, yes,

look at them.

High heels, hair nets,

those ridiculous trench coats.

They're pathetic.

(man) Agent Rogersz,

they're getting away.

It's all part

of the plan.

[Mumbling]

[Radio announcer

chattering in Spanish]

Otto, pull yourself

together.

Marlene.

What's going on?

We're going to the hospital.

(woman on P. A system)

Dr. Benway to surgery.

(woman)

Hey, I know you.

You're the one

that ran into my trash.

(Lagarto) Shh.

Shh to you, too.

(female announcer)

Visiting hours are now over.

Thank you for your assistance.

Out of order.

Take the stairs.

(announcer)

Mr. Lee.

Please return the scalpel,

Mr. Lee.

Otto.

They go into it all the time.

(woman) Let me see that.

All wrong.

Do it over.

And they won't

pick it up.

(nurse)

Well, isn't that a shame?

I tell you, it comes to something when

they expect you to pick it up.

[Clearing throat]

How you doing, man?

(Marlene)

Ask him about the Malibu.

[Man chattering on TV]

Look, about the other night,

I'm sorry I split.

I know I should have stayed with you,

but it's like when I was a kid...

you know, I had this set

of Big Wheels, you know.

Otto.

(announcer) Please be quiet

in the stairwells.

Please be quiet

in the stairwells.

(Rev. Larry on TV)

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

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