Repoman Page #7

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number. - Sh*t.

Praise the Lord.

Go, go!

Come on,

let's go.

[Lagarto whooping]

[Tires screeching]

[Groans]

[Tires screeching]

(Otto)

Slow down.

[Screaming]

[Tires screeching]

[Crashing]

(Lagarto) All right, don't shoot.

All right.

Chicken shits.

Who's this fool?

[Imitating chickens clucking]

Where's the Malibu?

Don't even ask, because I don't know.

I mean, I don't have it,

Marlene doesn't have it.

You and your crazy friends

don't have it, so that only leaves...

[thudding]

[People shouting]

Where is he?

Where the f*** is he?

(Rev. Larry on TV) He is risen.

[Hissing]

[Men shouting]

Later.

(Marlene) Bye-bye.

(newscaster on radio)

Here's another weird one.

Reports are coming in

of an apparent hail of

ice cubes south of downtown.

Scientists are at a loss

to explain the freak showers

of tiny cubes of ice.

Some weird f***ing sh*t,

eh, Bud?

What's going on?

Sh*t.

Eleven years of repoing cars,

and what have I got?

Sh*t!

[Helicopter approaching]

Bud, listen to me.

You're sitting in a car

worth $20,000.

Look, we turn it in, we take the money,

we'll split it 60%-40%, you and me.

Who gets the 60o/o, kid?

Well, I don't know. I figured,

since I found the car first that...

you'd get it.

(man on megaphone) Get away from

the car. This is your only warning.

We got problems, man.

No, wait!

Stop f***ing around, man!

Only an a**hole

gets killed over a car!

You calling me an a**hole, punk?

Yeah, I'm calling you an a**hole.

Come and get me, copper.

I'm well-armed, and I know where you live.

[Gun firing]

[Screaming]

Son of a f***ing b*tch!

I'd rather die on my feet

than live on my knees.

(man) Come on, you Fudgsicles.

Let's get that car.

Hey, Oly,

look at Bud.

Bud!

(Rogersz) We'll tow it to a cliff

and drive it off.

I have the papers on this car.

You guys want a beer?

Hey, Bud.

Want a beer?

No, cigarette.

No beer is needed here.

[Oly yelling]

(man)

Approaching car.

Encountering strange,

eerie kind of force field.

I don't know what it is,

it's...

[men screaming]

Come on, you Popsicles.

[Man screaming]

God, I love this job.

Linear and inverse vectors

merge in zero.

(Rogersz)

This way, Your Holiness.

[Whooshing]

It's more than a job. It's a calling.

Critical mass...

is at a point of zero.

You could say it's spiritual.

Spiritual?

Holy sheep sh*t!

(man)

Get back! Get back! Move away!

[Coughing]

[Crackling]

(Rogersz) Get back in there,

or you don't get paid.

Have you read this book,

Dioretix?

Chapter 7, Verse 3.

I got it marked.

Miller, what are you doing?

Going for a little spin.

(Otto) But you don't know

how to drive.

Otto, don't go.

What about

our relationship?

What?

What about

our relationship?

F*** that.

You shithead! I'm glad I tortured you.

How could you leave me?

(Leila) I'm the one who's supposed

to be in that car.

[Men groaning]

[Engine whirring]

[Both chattering]

Best goddamn car in the yard.

Wow!

This is intense.

The life of a repo man

is always intense.

[Car zooming]

THE END:

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