(low rumbling) (electronic static) NEWSWOMAN: The Federal Government announced it would declare bankruptcy in the next... NEWSMAN: Flags continue to be flown at half-mast... -(indistinct voices) - ...significantly deteriorated. (high- and low-pitched whooshing) NEWSMAN: ...of the enveloping global recession. NEWSWOMAN: ...and sustain an ultimately disastrous war. (faint, distorted voices, electronic static) REMY (voice-over): What do I remember? (soft, distorted tones) I remember reading about a scientist. -# # -(bird cawing in distance) He had a thing for cats in boxes. What he'd do is take a cat and lock it in a box. And then... just to make things interesting, he'd also put this machine in there that released poison gas. # # Now, the scientist didn't actually know when the machine would release the poison and when it wouldn't. The only way you could tell for sure was to look inside the box. Here's the science bit. Until he opened it up, he figured the cat had to be alive... and dead. See, if either one was possible, then both had to be possible, too. # # Ever since I read about that cat, I can't get the story out of my head. Don't get me wrong, I don't give a fuck about the plight of small, furry animals, I just don't understand. How can anything be alive and dead at the same time? (laughs softly) (both moaning) (moaning continues) Yeah, are you ready for tonight's entertainment? (chuckles) (inhales, exhales) (whispering inaudibly) REMY: Mr. Smythe. I'm from The Union. Wait. Will you just wait? -(zips up zipper) -In other words, keep it holstered-- everything's okay. I can pay. Sorry, that's not my department. (zapping, grunts) (woman gasps) Hey. -Hey! -(groans in pain) Don't you fucking touch me. No need for violence, miss. # # (zapping, grunts) Henry Smythe, I'm legally bound to ask you if you would like an ambulance on standby or to take you to hospital. No? Okay. (band playing dramatic intro with Latin beat) # # (humming quietly) WOMAN: # When marimba rhythms # # Start to play # # Sway with ease # # When we dance, you have a way with me # # Stay with me # # Sway with me # # Other dancers may be on the floor # # Dear, but my eyes will see only you # # Only you have that magic technique # # When we sway, I go weak... # # # (voice-over): My job is simple. Can't pay for your car, the bank takes it back. Can't pay for your house, bank takes it back. Can't pay your liver... well, that's where I come in. # # (song ends) (deep, distorted, echoing heartbeat) (morning news show playing low and indistinct) WOMAN: ...from around the globe and around the corner, here's what's happening in our world. MAN: Some big news coming in from Nigeria this morning. -# # -Now of course you know that we've already got 10,000, 15,000 soldiers over there waiting at the Nigerian border. -# # -(show continues indistinctly) (grunts) (TV continues quietly) Eh-eh-eh. Don't drink out of the bottle. He does. Well, you don't. I'm late. Can you take him? Sure. Thank you. # # (man speaking over radio indistinctly) Peter. Leave it. You got everything? Yeah. Dad. I'm okay from here. All right. Have a good day. Okay. (sighs) (engine starts, revs) # # (woman gasping) No! # # (bell dings) (bell dings) (voice-over): Almost every job I do ends the exact same way. Some whimper, some cry, some even laugh. But in the end, they all do the same horizontal mambo, twitching and thrusting their way into the Great Beyond. (muffled): Hey, watch the suit! Oh. Sorry, sir, I didn't... I didn't know that was you. Sorry about that. MAN (over speaker): The Union-- helping you get more you out of you. In years past, nearly 200,000 people waited on organ transplant lists at any given time, hoping for someone else to die so that they could possibly live. But thanks to modern biomedical science, the days of waiting and praying are over. WOMAN (on video): ...is expertly and cleanly inserted. MAN: Now, if you can't afford the full payment of, uh... $618,429... we can offer monthly instalments, at an APR of 19.6%, standard for a generic pancreatic unit... Frank Mercer, Union manager. I understand you have concerns. Affordability-- it's only natural. First of all, let me just reassure you that our credit department will find a plan that fits your lifestyle. And should you fall behind, there is a three- month grace period. Not until after the sixth day of the fourth month of non-payment will we retrieve the property, at our expense, of course, utilizing our... skilled and licensed technicians. Now, I'm, uh, I'm not sure what you've heard on the 6:00 news, but this almost never happens. I got to tell you, you owe it to your family. You owe it to yourself. Now, if you could just sign here, here and initial here we can get started. (voice-over): He'll sign it. Everybody signs it. (indistinct chatter) Ears, ears... ears. Goddamn ears again. Shit. A job's a job, right? I'm just saying-- ears, four times in a row. Fuckin' probation ain't fair. Wasn't fair what you did to that woman on the subway, was it? (woman screaming, blade scraping) Yeah, well, you weren't there, were you? You're killing me, coming in the front like that. I got guys trying to make sales out there. I don't need you on the floor spooking clients, all right? We want 'em buying, not thinking. Six paid-in-fulls this week-- you know what that means? No, what, Frank? They see you, they start trimming down the loans and coming up with the cash. We don't make money when they pay in full, right, pal? -What do you got? -Liver. (computer beeping) -What's that? -Liver. What, are you hanging out at AA meetings? Babies count. Give it up, buddy. What's the magic number? Not today, Jake. (imitates buzzer) Wrong answer. (zapping, grunts) (voice-over): Jake Freivald kicked my ass in the fourth grade. It wasn't exactly fair, since he was in the fourth grade for the third time. Maybe he didn't appreciate the rhyme scheme. But he had to admire an aspiring writer who could give as good as he got. -Oh! -(Jake laughing) Hey, come on, come on, come on. (laughing): Here you go. (indistinct talking) -(others grunting) -(beeping) You got to stop nicking these bar codes, Jake. JAKE: Uh, won't happen again, boss. (zapping, yelling) I'm working with fuckin' children here. (giggles, imitates zapping) Come on, let's go hit a few. Yeah, all right. I've got to tell Carol. Of course you do. WOMAN (voice-over): So, did you talk to Frank today? About moving over to sales? No, I didn't get a chance. What, you mean when you were standing next to him? Right. Well, I'll talk to him on Monday. You know you're turning me into a horrible, nagging bitch. You were always a horrible, nagging bitch. Just get him out of here. See you later. Just get him out of here. See you later. Yeah. Come on. That went well. Maybe next time she'll crochet you a set of balls. What do you think? WOMAN: Come test-drive the most advanced neural-sensory replicator-- The Union's M.5 Neural Net. Sweet dreams and... (continues indistinctly) (hip-hop music playing) (indistinct voices over speakers) JAKE (voice-over) I mean, you know what this is about, right? It's about control; she's trying to control you. I mean, you got to move from repo to sales? That's like cutting your pay in half, man. Half. REMY: She thinks sales is more stable. 9:00 to 5:00, no late nights. I'll be home more often. Buddy, you and me, we're always gonna be repo. (hip-hop music continues) (siren chirps) Check out fatty. You know, his, uh, organs went out a long time ago. 20 bucks says he's overdue. REMY: Go on then, 20 bucks. (distorted heartbeat) (beeps) -Deadbeat? -Almost. Pancreas, two days. Oi! How's your pancreas holding up? I-I sent the money in this morning. You better hope you did. 48 hours, your organ's mine. (laughs): Slow down, man. You're gonna need a new heart as well. (music playing) (Jake laughing) (continues laughing) The bastard... the bastard, he still lives with his parents. (both laughing) Yeah. Did you ever repo anybody you know? I had to do my granddaddy. What are you laughing about? Try to explain that to your grandmother. (laughing) Fuck you, you didn't. I would. I would on day 96, i-if they gave me the pink sheet. I know you would. A job's a job, right? Yeah, a job's a job. # # # Now you say you're sorry # JAKE: Hey, you want another beer or something? -JAKE: Oh, man. -# For being so untrue # Stare any longer, you'll be married by the weekend. # Cry me a river # # Cry me a river # I'm gonna start a fight or something. # I cried a river over you # # Well, you can cry me a river # # Cry me a river # # I cried a river over you. # (singer's voice echoing distantly) (song ends) (reggae music playing) I don't want to stifle you, but, you know, you might want to turn them over just a little bit more. Well, if people ate 'em as quickly as I'm cooking 'em, then they wouldn't be burned, -would they? -All right. Hey, hey, get your hotdogs. These are charbroiled. MAN: Save me one of those, all right? JAKE: Kinda crispy. (phone ringing) Yeah? No, this is not a good time. I'm not at home. What do you want? Nobody eats the salad. No one ever eats beetroot salad. Told you not to waste your money on it. Okay, I'll call you back. Bye. Need to borrow your grill master for a minute. JAKE: Give me your apron. What? I got a... coming in right now. You want some of this? You want in? To my house? Fuck, no. -Guy's six months overdue. -No. It's a double commission. Give you half. Half. I'm paying you for a full ride. I just wanna get to the Fairmont downtown. Don't worry, you'll be done in a minute. Two minutes, tops. Two minutes, tops. -Okay. -Where's the case? -Round the closet. -You'll see. I know. He's going to get more meat. # # # Give it to me, one time # # Uh! # # Give it to me # (Jake sings along): # Two times # # Uh! Uh! # # Give it to me # # Three times, yeah # # Uh! Uh! Uh! # # Give it to me # # Four times # # Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! # # 54-46 was my... # Who's that guy? # Uh! Uh! # Who's that guy? Relax, fella. -A friend of mine. -He's a friend of yours? Hey, come on, man, come on, let me out of here. Open the... open the door! Come on, man! (zapping, yells) Thanks a lot, man. -# Right now, someone else # -(man groans) # Got that number # # Oh, yeah # # I said, yeah # # I said, yeah # # Listen what they say # # What they say # Where you going? Getting a jacket. I-I'll get you a... Carol. Hey. I could've gotten you a coat, for goodness' sake. What the fuck do you think you're doing? -We're sending him away right now. -Get this out of here. No, no, he's gone. He's out. Love, come on. It's just a kidney. He's got another one. He's fine. Jake. -He's fine. -Jake. Peter, turn off the phone. Give me that. Where are you going? Where are you going? Oh, come on, not this. Let's talk about it. Huh? Slow down. Let's talk about it. Make a decision. # # I went as fast as I could, man. Yeah, I know you did. I'll have to have that talk with Frank. # # JAKE (voice-over): Did you hear about that, uh, that new... M.5 Neural Net? No. I saw it at a trade show. Damn thing, it takes over the whole limbic system. Brain damage, stroke, you name it, doesn't matter. They hook you up, and then, it's like you're living the rest of your life in a dream. Oh, yeah? -How do you get it out? -Hold on a second. Wait a, wait a, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! (beeping) Look. We got a nest. # # All right, fine. If you want, you can go in first on this one. What's that, a favour? Of course I'm going in first. You went in first last time. -No, no, no! -It's simple mathematics. You either have the money or you don't have the money. You have the money, I'll find you a seat on the boat. -You don't have the money... -Listen to me! There's a bank in Buenos Aires! -Uh, at the corner... -(indistinct shouting) (gun clicks, fires) (people shouting) -Raid! -(electricity crackles) Call it. Ten. I'm gonna beat you by two. (chuckles) (people shouting in distance) (stun gun fires, man grunts) (grunts) Hey, where you going, where you going? I just got here. You! Now you! (stun guns firing) (yells) (yells, grunts) The Force is strong, Luke. (straining) (grunts) (mechanical whirring) (screaming) You all right? What are you doing?! Thought you needed help. I had him! You see I had my knife in his side?! -I knocked him down; he goes on my count. -(chuckles) -You're joking me, right? -Jake. I been working on this guy for ten minutes. Ten minutes I been working on this guy. You're gonna just hit him upside the head with a pipe?! Jake. Look, you're not taking a life, you're keeping The Union viable, so we can continue to give... Conquering heroes have returned with their spoils. All right, what do you got? 18 hosts, 32 forgs. 32 and a half. -Half? -Midget. Little people, please. I have a cousin. (chuckles) We found a boat heading out of port. Look at these. Two of them had scanning jammers. We pinged them, they read free and clear. JAKE: I opened them anyway. They had three forgs each. Stupid bastards will try anything. Mm. 32 forgs. (chuckles) Pretty impressive, boys. You ever think about, uh, doing this on a regular basis? Spec? Yeah. Run your own ship. Take down these nests, don't have to deal with me and the pink sheets anymore. You two riding around together, kicking ass, taking names. I could talk to corporate, see if they bump up the commissions a bit. What do you think, man? What do you think, buddy? Forget it. Actually, Frank, I've been meaning to talk to you about something. (clears throat) Something... Yeah. Forget that. Find somebody else. Just get us our pink sheets. FRANK: Suit yourself. Can-can I just ask you something? Mm-hmm. Now, what do you think keeps a world like this's shit together? It's not magic. It's not. It's rules. It's people... abiding by the terms of the deals that they signed themselves. It's rules. You know what's more important than the rules though? It's the enforcement of those rules. I mean, we got a responsibility, you and me. I mean, what we do... I mean, maybe it's small-- I don't know-- but... it matters. It matters. I'd actually work less hours. You're sure about this? Job's a job. Right? Job's a job. Just make sure that they give you hazard pay. I mean, sitting next to Frank in some booth, telling some cancer-riddled prick "You owe it to your family, you owe it to yourself." There's a good chance you'd choke on your own vomit. (quiet click) You should go finish that T-Bone job. Yeah. You know, be a last hurrah. Give Carol a chance to blow off some steam at the same time. # # (door opens) REMY (voice-over): Jake's right. And if this is gonna be my last job, then they don't come much better than Jimmy T-Bone. # Every day # # Will be like a holiday # I've been listening to his music since I was in high school. And the way I see it, at least he's gonna get his heart ripped out by someone who appreciates his music. # When my baby comes home # REMY: It's a nice house. Thanks. Not really mine anymore. You from the IRS? No. Soul suckers. Taking everything back. Hmm. So am I. (music stops) Uh, can I finish this song? Yeah. Of course. I'm a bit of a fan actually. -(music resumes) -(chuckles) Yeah? Good. You can help me out. I don't, I don't, uh-- I-I wouldn't be much help. It's not that complicated. A song is just a bunch of separate tracks all working together. Just got to know when to break it down. You know, pull it out one thing at a time. Well, I can do that. # She'll never go away # # And every day # # Oh, yeah # # Will be like a holiday # # Oh, yes, it is # # When my baby # # When my baby comes home # # Oh # That's a motherfucking hit right there, man. IRS will be thrilled. (chuckles) (music stops) Make sure my boy Terrence at Blue Note Records get this. It's done. (sighs) Now... (sighs) I'm legally bound to ask if you'd like an ambulance on standby or to take you to the hospital. What? Uh, they gonna give me a new heart? Christ, no. Not with your credit history. I know it's a chicken and egg thing. There's a complaints department. Nah, man. (mumbles quietly) Uh, well, I sit, I stand? Easier if you lie down. (high-pitched electrical squeal) What the fuck is that, man? My defib unit. Jarvik stops pumping when you give it a jolt of electricity. Saves me from losing my finger. Hold on, hold on. This, uh, this-this gonna hurt? Won't feel a thing. (explosion) REMY (voice-over): I have been knocked unconscious on four separate occasions. Knockout number one: military training. Head back for the concussion test. What test? Congratulations, son. You've got a very small brain. REMY (voice-over): Small brains, big skulls. That's why they put us in the tank. (engine revving, Remy yelling) Enemy sighting! -Fire at will. -(cannon fires) (yelling, shouting) (laughing) Here, right? REMY (voice-over): And then one night, the war was over. And there we were, all dressed up with nowhere to go. (groans) You see, for us, the war never ended. Just changed venue. (groans) Come again! That takes care of number two. And this is knockout number three. FRANK (echoes): He's waking up. Hey. (snaps fingers) Looking good. Looking real good. Gave us a big scare, buddy. The client? Look at this guy. Two seconds out of a coma and he's worried about the pink sheet. You scare me, pal. Don't worry. We'll get him. Carol? She left a while back, mate. I don't... remember. Faulty shock unit. Frank's got the, the guys back at the shop looking into that right now. Huh? What is it? I mean, you know that I will be here no matter what. I would change your fucking diapers if you needed me to. (chuckles) (chuckles) But we got some business that we got to discuss right now. Oh, sure. Jake, you do-- he does my work till I get back on my feet. You're a very lucky man, you know that? What you're looking at here is the new Jarvik 39 heart module. Top of the line. No. Oh, yes. (whimpers): No, no. Ten billion beat warranty, it's got the no-rust valves... Take it out. Get it out, Jake. All you got is scar tissue in there right now. I feel fine. 'Cause the unit's already doing it's work. All you have to do is sign a few papers, and they can take out the meat, put in the new forg, sew you up better than new. The warranty alone on this baby... Don't you sell me. I'm not a fucking client. Of course you're not. You're the best repo in this whole damn town, but you got to have a ticker to play the game. Am I wrong? You got to do what you got to do, buddy. Take care of yourself. You owe it to your family. You owe it to yourself. (grunts) (woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.) What? What'd I say? You're an asshole, man. (strains, grunts) WOMAN: Sir. (yells) That's hospital property. (grunting) (shallow panting) (alarm beeping over monitor) (shallow panting) (flatline tone sounds) (Remy coughing) Buddy, come on. Let's go back inside, all right? Now you're just being childish. # # # It's a new dawn, it's a new day # # It's a new life for me # # Yeah, it's a new dawn, it's a new day # # It's a new life for me # # Ooh-woo-woo # # And I'm feeling good... # WOMAN: That should take care of your pain and help the artiforg assimilate into your body. # You know how I feel # You got it for three more days, and then it's cold turkey. # River running free, you know how I feel # # Blossom on the tree, you know how I feel # # It's a new dawn, it's a new day # # It's a new life # # For me. # (music fades, knocking) (doorbell rings, knocking) Carol. Lock's broken. My key works fine. Where you going? That's a bit extreme, isn't it? I told you to make a decision. You made it when you did another job. Can I see Peter? Come on, Carol. I'm sorry. (electronic doorbell rings) Who's out here ringing my bell?! Damn kids. (laughing) Hey, man. Get your convalescent ass in here. (sighs) Thanks again for this, yeah? You're home, man. -Yeah. -You're home. Yeah. And the timing is perfect, all right? 15 minutes, your game starts. And you remember that Chinese chick from downstairs? Yeah. Well, she's coming up, watch the game. And she's bringing her friend. And her friend is hot. I'm giving her to you. But can I just say one thing, though? This place here is the happy, happy room. Listen, you know, I mean, I'd love to hang out, uh, but I... I think it's better if I just sleep. Great. We'll sleep. -Yeah. -No problem. But one... one other thing. What? (chuckling) The guys all missed you so much, we thought we'd get you a little welcome back present. I'd like to introduce Harry the Heart. (men whooping and clapping) (whooping continues) Hello. (whooping and laughter) (sighs) (sighs) (soft footsteps) (suspenseful music plays) What are you doing in my house? Mr. Erickson? I'm from The... (grunting and groaning) (choking) (strained breathing) (panting) (distorted heartbeat) (grunting) (distorted heartbeat continues) (rapid heartbeat) (sighs) (panting) (sighs) (rock music playing) (hums fanfare) All hail the conquering hero. Hey. Welcome back. Big stuff. You going to keep me in suspense, or you going to tell me the details? What happened? It was standard. Standard job. It was easy, you know. Usual: you know, pleading, a few tears. (chuckles) Oh, man, I had this guy last week, right? Soon as the guy sees me, he starts bawling like a little girl. (laughter) And this snot bubble, it starts growing out of his nose. (laughter) And the more he cried, the bigger it got. He's just... Bigger and smaller, bigger and smaller. He's, like, whimpering. (imitates whimpering) I'm like... (laughs) I'm like, "Oh, slow down, slow down." REMY: Listening to Jake swapping stories about some schmuck and his overdue liver-- all I can think about -is how that schmuck has a name. -# Nausea, oh, nausea # -And a wife. -# And we're gone # And kids. # No, it's nausea... # (song ends abruptly) Hey, Peter. Hey. How are you? Good. How is school? Okay, I guess. Only okay? (chuckling) Peter. Go inside. You listen to your mom. Go back inside. Okay. Be good to talk. Carol. -Carol. -(knocks) If I could come in... for just a minute. Something... changed. JAKE (voice-over): Frank just called. He said you never turned in that pink. You told me there was no problem, right? You said that... that it was a... it was an easy job. Right? (sighs) Hey. I-I get it. I get it. No problem. I understand. I-I mean, everybody needs a break, right? No time at all, you're going to be back on your game. You're going to be knocking them dead. REMY (voice-over): Mr. Timmons. (phone ringing in distance) You owe it to your family. You owe it to yourself. JAKE (voice-over): I made some moussaka. Want you to try this bechamel sauce. Falling behind on payments. Really need to make some cash. Do what you got to do. JAKE: Got to make some money, right? REMY: Yeah. JAKE: But you get it out of your system. Right? Of course, you can't pay the bills, some Union man'll break into your house in the middle of the night, slice you open from the collar bone to the pelvis with a scalpel and reclaim our property. (gasps) I'm just saying. (voice-over): Clearly, I'm not cut out for sales, but this new heart's accumulating interest -with every beat. -(over TV): Hello. -Uh, come here for the liver. -What? REMY: Most people don't know when they're going to die. I have exactly six days, three hours and between 20 and 30 minutes, depending on how punctual my repo men are feeling. It's amazing how fast 90 days go by. Fuck! (suspenseful music fades in) We're supposed to be partners. And you're just fucking up our shit. You know that? You're fucking up everything. Don't you see that? You always been lucky here. The meadow grave-- it's a fucking treasure chest. 30 minutes, you're going to be back on top. You're going to see. REMY (voice-over): It's a black hole... is what it is. # # (weapon fires, man groans) MAN: Repo! Repo! (electronic chiming and buzzing) There it is. On a platter-- oesophagus. Five months over. Okay, no. No, you-you're not ready to do a kid. Fine. Fine. JAKE: Hey. Hey. (clattering, grunting) (grunting) Liver and kidneys. You want me to start? All right, Jake. (buzzing, man groans) # # You've done this a thousand times. What the fuck is wrong with you? You stay right here until you get this done. Then, you find another one. You find another one. You get as many as you can. I want you to get over this hump. Do this. # # (panting, footsteps running away) (groans) (groaning) (sighs) (heart beating rapidly) REMY (voice-over): Part of me-- most of me-- don't mind too much if this is how it ends, 'cause it's over anyway. For those still counting, this is knockout number four. the doctors said he really wore the impact ` All right, so, this is Tim. 34-year-old male. RTC. Multi-vehicle... VOICES OVERLAP I think about the car crash a lot. I know he caused it and I reacted the best way possible. But it's hard to let it go. SOMBRE MUSIC When I asked what had happened to him, the doctors said he really wore the impact ` any more and things would've been much worse. They said he was lucky ` lucky I wasn't going any faster. Thank you. SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES It's OK. MUSIC CONTINUES (distant, eerie female vocals) (eerie melody continues) # # Miss? # You can cry... # Miss? # Me a river... # -# Cry me a river... # -Hi. Where did you hear that song? Miss. Miss? How do you know that song? # And dream of... # I know you. (gasps) REMY: In three days, they can legally come take my heart. (creaking) I may not be making the best use of my time. (retches) Two days of withdrawal. It's not like I can't see the dirt or the scars or the Q stains on her lips. I should leave. But, for some reason, I can't. (electronic chiming) (beeping and chiming) I saw an interview with a serial killer once. Said it took him six years to work up to his first kill. The second a year, the third just a week. Once that dam broke, it was a flood. Making people die here becomes second nature. Apparently, it also works the other way 'round. (clattering) (indistinct shouting in distance) (shouting continues) How you feeling? (grunting and groaning) Stop. Stop. Stop it. Puto! I didn't ask for your help! (groans) (groaning sigh) (sighs) What did you want me to do, leave you on the street? (chuckling) You're as fucked as me. (laughing) Let me know. REMY (voice-over): Took me a while, but I think I finally understood why the scientist put the cat in a box. He was trying to tell us something. We're all alive. -(clattering in distance) -We're all dead. We're all that cat. But we have to make a choice. We either purr and lick ourselves and wait for the poison to put us down, or we scream and scratch and claw our way right out of the top of that damn box. (electronic trilling and beeping) You getting all your hearts when I wasn't looking. My uncle was a bank robber. I ever tell you that? Made a mess of the West Coast. Knocking over savings and loans, you know. He was good at it. Nobody ever knew a damn thing. Thought he was home free. He woke up in the morning, went to work at the auto shop, but every once in a while, he'd skip out for lunch, pull out a ski mask, rob a bank. Then, one day, the cops came knocking at his door. Let me guess. He was relieved. (laughing) No, he was fucking pissed. He went soft. He was off his game. And he knew it. (sniffs) Who do you think Frank's going to send after me? Ray? Probably Ray. Hell... maybe me. (sighs) Hmm. Job's a job. You still believe that? # # # # # # REMY (voice-over): Peter. Peter. Dad? (whispering): Yeah. Listen, I'm going away for a while. It means I won't be able to pick you up on Saturdays. But I'll think about you every day that goes by. See you on Saturday. # # What happened? We got to leave. What? I got caught trying to clear your forms. Now they're all in there where the rest of them are. You're clear. You can leave me here. I'll be fine on my own. It's okay. I did yours first. I didn't get to mine. Are you coming? (glass shattering) (glass shattering) # # # # REMY (voice-over): Thing is, I have an artificial heart. And she has an artificial everything else. Maybe we're two parts of the same puzzle. Maybe it's not just her I'm trying to save. Why are you giving this to me? Figured you'd want the option. Was I wrong? Give it to somebody else. You want it? # # # # Didn't your eyes used to be brown? Opticra 202, with kaleidoscope enhancement. How do you keep track of all those things you got in there? Let's see. Pancreas and kidneys from the diabetes. One went bad outside warranty. Had to go black market on a replacement. Liver, stomach and lungs, thanks to Q habit. Knee from the car accident. Upgrades. I've got eyes, ears, voice box. Jackson Reproductive Replacement System. Release 5.3. Lady Mystique eyes. Comes in six sparkling colours. Stop. Flexor toe joints. Million-step warranty. Stop. Ask me about my lips. What brand are your lips? They're all me. (breathing heavily) # # Happy birthday. It's not my birthday. Birthday. Happy birthday. # # I didn't get you anything. Yeah, you did. # # (birds chirping and squawking) (children chanting indistinctly) ...blown up during the war. He did not die, would not concede. REMY (voice-over): So, what is it I'm writing? It's not just some crappy memoir or even an attempt at apologizing for everything I've done. This is a cautionary tale. I hope that you might learn from my mistakes, because in the end, a job is not just a job. It's who you are. And if you want to change who you are, well, first, you have to change what you do. (chanting indistinctly) Here. (chanting indistinctly) Here. Thanks. So what is it? A novel? Epic poem? Thoughts. It's just... (sighs) stuff. And it's not finished. What? Somebody's coming. You don't hear it? (kids chanting in distance) What are you doing? (amplifier clicks, static hums quietly) -What are they... -(high-pitched squeal) (groans) (chanting): How many artiforgs did he need? Stomach, bladder, pancreas, heart, intestines, liver, blood, guts, head! Get down! Who's that? Landlord. (voice-over): Come to collect. Grab the typewriter! There's a fire escape. No, no! Downstairs. # # What the fuck is this? This is bullshit. (typing) Thought you were a level five. To be quite honest, I'm, uh... I'm a little disappointed. You're disappointed? They send the ear guy after me. Imagine how I feel. That's a good one. (typewriter dings) You'll be laughing out of the other side of your mouth. I'll have your heart in my hand. (screams) (grunts) (quiet crackling) Shit. Beth! Get back! -(Beth screams) -Beth! No! (groans) (gasping loudly) Shit. Oh, shit. (Beth groans) -It hurts! -Beth, get out of there. Come on, get out! (grunts) DUB MUSIC PLAYS, PHONE PINGS Hey, the others wanna hang out. Um... Are you sure it's OK if I get a ride? Yeah, yeah. Dad said it's fine. I'm putting on some music. OK. BOTH CHUCKLE, CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS Dad! OK, I'm gonna change it. Sorry, but... Yeah. OK. Ooh yeah. Yeah. Turn it up. DUB MUSIC PLAYS, PHONE PINGS Hey, the others wanna hang out. Um... Hey! BOTH LAUGH ALL: # It's time to cut and run. It's time to... TYRES SCREECH # It's time to cut and run. It's time to cut and run. # Oh my God. Get off! Yeah! It's so obvious. So wasted. TRUCK HORN BLARES, GIRLS SCREAM, LAUGH (LAUGHS) TV BEEPS I'll probably drop Libby home after dance so she doesn't have to walk home in the dark. Thanks, Dad. I'll be home a little bit after 10, not too late. I love you guys. Yeah, all good, love. (groans) Welcome back. Whose car is this? The landlord's. I borrowed it. (gasps) You're leaking quite a bit of fluid there. I can fix it. (fabric ripping) Where we going? I've got to pick up some supplies. Where'd you find all that stuff? Looking around the streets long enough, babe. (groans) (panting) (screams) There. (chuckles) MAN: "What do you do for a living?" "I'm a fucking lung. Can you believe that shit?" It's ridiculous, right? Great. Is that what he's saying? You all right? Never been better. I'll be five minutes. WOMAN (over P.A.): Attention, shoppers, this month only... Hello. Hi, Larry! Hi, Larry! Hi, Larry! Hi, Larry! Hi, Larry! Hey, watch it, kid. If you ever want to make repo, keep your fucking head up. What the fuck do you want? (grunts) (groans) (coughing) Afternoon, boss. (laughing) (chuckles) I should've given you that lung job. You look good in that thing. Yeah? It itches like a motherfucker. Yeah, that's what the kid said, too. Nice TASER. Yours? No. Nor is that. I'll do that to the next one. The one after. The one after that. I guarantee you'll run out of repo men before I run out of ways of killing them. Great, great. This is just great. You have any idea what this makes me look like? One of my own guys jumping credit. Huh? Yeah. Now take me out of the system. Fine. Give me your heart. (TASER fires) I said, take me out of the system. And I said, give me your goddamn heart. For Christ's sakes, you sound like one of them-- whining and begging. There is no way out of the system! You screwed that up when you pulled your little stunt with the bar codes! Yeah! That's right, Einstein! They pulled all the local scanners. Now every artiforg reclaim has to go back to the main office, get scanned in behind the pink door. So unless you're thinking about breaking into corporate, give me your fucking heart! Or... And there is an option here. We could sit down and talk this out. You know? Maybe come up with a plan -that fits your... -(electricity crackles) (elevator bell dings) We're leaving. Where are we going? Kenya. South America. Anywhere The Union isn't. The airport? No one gets out through the airport. It's impossible. (engine starts) Not with these. (tyres screeching) I don't get it. How'd he get in here? He was wearing the damn lung costume. (pills rattle) (laughs) I'm glad you find this amusing, 'cause now he's yours. (phone ringing) Where's my goddamn shirt? Huh?! (slams phone) Job's a job, right? (jet engine roars) (beeping) Hold there. Forward. Thank you. Sir. (woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.) MAN: Thank you. What if it doesn't work? Has to work. Should I check it? No. No. You really don't want to be found with a jammer in here. I looked at him. REMY: Huh? -I looked at him. -Shit. A little holiday? Uh, funeral. (beeping) Done with that? Have a nice day. MAN: Forward please. Forward please. Hold there. Thank you. Forward please. Hold there. (scanner whirs) Thank you. Forward. Sir, forward please. Hold there. (scanner whirs) Thank you. Forward. That was fun. Come on. -Thank you. -WOMAN: Honey, look. MAN: Excuse me, miss? Your leg's bleeding. Come on. Ma'am, do you need some assistance? I'm okay, thank you. She's fine, thanks. WOMAN: We can't let you fly like this. Sorry? Sir, there's blood all over the floor. We need to get her cleaned up. -I'm fine, really. -Is that really necessary? WOMAN: The quicker we get this done, the quicker you can get on the plane. -I promise you, she's all right. -Let's go. This way please. Come on. We still gonna make the plane? Absolutely. These tickets refundable? I have no idea, sir. REMY: What time's the last boarding then? MAN: I don't know, sir. Okay. Let's take a look at that leg. Doctor told her to take it easy. She doesn't listen to anyone. (knocking) # # MAN: That's him. You don't want to do that. (scanner beeping) Everybody's got to be a fucking hero. (TASER fires) (screams) (screams) (screams) (yells, grunts) (grunts) (grunts) # # (Beth grunts) (door closes) (jet engine roars) (tyres screeching) (car horns blaring) REMY: We'll dump this car, get you a new kneecap. BETH: I know someone who can help. REMY: We can't trust anyone. Believe me, it's the last place I want to go. (grunting softly) (panting) Where? There. (light switch clicks) (easy listening music playing) Have a seat. GIRL: Another one, Mom? WOMAN: Yeah, baby, another one. So let Mama work a minute. That's little Alva. Hey. Hello. Before we start, I'm gonna need to know about all your other artiforgs. What do you mean? You put most of them in. Beth, humour me. (sighs) Ears- Vocor. Opticra eyes. My liver is a Hexitan from a specialty house in Denmark. My kidneys are actually two different models. One is Union generic, the other one... it didn't hold up so well. Lord, I thought she was gonna go on forever. Wait, don't you need her to, uh, tell you the rest? Nah, that's just my version of "count back from 100." All right, baby, you're up. What are we doing? WOMAN: A new knee. What, she's the surgeon?! Yeah, I just do anaesthesia these days. The little one's got the steadier hands. -(chuckles): She's five! -She's nine, actually, but she's been doing this since she was four. -Ain't that right, pumpkin? -Shh! (tool clicking) Got it. Yay! BETH: I feel like break-dancing. My friend Asbury can get us on a boat. Of course, getting out of the country is a crapshoot. (low beeping nearby) Wait. # # # # BETH: Asbury. Beth, let's get out of here. (beeping continues) Beth. Let's go. How'd you find us? I found you the same way you would have found me. (thunder crashing) (exhales) I see what's going on here. I get this. I get it. I do. Now, I can make this right with Frank. All you got to do is, you got to come back with me. Beth, wait there. I'll deal with you later. Deal with you later. No. I can't go back. It's who you are, man. It's who you are. Not anymore. Not since the accident. There you go again with the accident. If I had known that you were gonna be such a... pussy about the accident... What? Oh, you thought it was fate? Sort of a karmic plan to get you right with the world, is that what you thought? -Jake... -I'm gonna tell you, the cosmos, it doesn't know shit about swapping out electrical leads. You rigged the defib unit. Didn't you? For what? So I'd build up debt, so I wouldn't transfer to sales. You're not a salesman, man! I mean, you never would've been, you never could be. All you had to do... was just to keep working, you and me, doing our thing. You're fucking crazy, do you know that? (chuckles quietly) You could've killed me. I tried to save your life. I'm all done with you. Well, I'm not letting you go. (grunting) (grunting continues) (both panting) (yells) (grunting continues) (grunting continues) (panting) (yelling) (groaning) (pants) # # (panting) (panting) (fierce yell) (bodies thud) # # (yells) (groaning) (laughing) (continues laughing) (laughing stops) (laughing) (panting, laughing) (laughing) (Remy and Jake continue laughing) Let's go, buddy. (yells) (thunder crashes) -No! -(zapping) (sharp whoosh) (whooshing, crackling) MAN (voice-over): None too soon. (woman's distorted exhale) JAKE: You've done this a thousand times! We're always gonna be repo. -REMY (whispers): Stay with me. -BETH: Always. FRANK: There is no way out of the system. You screwed that up when you pulled -your little stunt with the bar code. -BETH: Hey, wake up. (echoing): Wake up. Come on, get up. (thunder rumbling) (groans) You okay? Uh-uh. (chuckles) We got to go. (indistinct shouts, clattering) MAN: Wait. Wait, no! (yelling): Remy! Remy! BETH (whispers): Fuck. (distant shouts) (panicked shouts) (zapping, groans) (zapping continues) (yells) # # (zapping, yelling) (zapping, grunting) # # (zapping, grunting, indistinct shouts) -(indistinct shouts) -REMY: Where'd they go? (muffled yelling) (distant, indistinct shouts) (panting) Wait. Back off! Give me one reason why I shouldn't pull this trigger. (cocks hammer) # # # # (uncocks hammer) Welcome to your world, repo man. (clamouring in distance) (deep whooshing, distorted zapping) (gasps) (exhales sharply) (panting) (exhales) Come back inside. We can stay here until we find a way out. There is no way out. Stop, please. There is no way out. Not for anyone. Wherever we go, wherever we hide, they'll find us. It's what they do. It's what I did. What do you want to do? Finish this. # # BETH: Okay, so we go to headquarters, -we find the pink door... -We go to headquarters, we find the pink door, we wipe the system: no more accounts. Nobody's overdue. That's easy. Here he is. -Hmm? -Peter. Dad! Thanks for bringing him. Dad! Thanks for bringing him. I can't believe you let it get this far. Just let me have a minute with my son. Who's she? Carol, should we do this on the train? Come on. Frank and Jake are calling me three times a day trying to find you. I haven't got time for this. All I'm asking for is -a few minutes with Peter. -Do you think I'm having a good time trying to raise him on my own? Mom! Dad. Peter, I'm talking! You think I have a fucking choice? Okay, why don't you just walk away from the situation? -Give me a moment with my son. -Oh, I'm sure that's exactly what you'd like! Will you promise to just walk away and just disappear? (zapping) Peter. (Remy chuckles softly) That was very naughty. (chuckles softly) Very, very naughty what you just did. Come on, come on, got to go. When you're old enough, you read this, and if you still want to see your old man, I'll be in Punta del Este. Can you say that? Punta del Este. # # (man speaking indistinctly over P.A. system) I love you. Look after your mum. (door alarm chirps) # # Hi. Come on, again? # # So, what's the plan? Wait here. I'm always freezing. The cotton socks don't work. -# # -(men talking indistinctly) Hey, who's this guy? Sir, this is a restricted area. (zapping, grunting) (groans) It's all about who you know. What is it, bright pink or pale pink? I don't know. You see a pink door, you go for it. Let's go. # # # # (music playing quietly) Come on. # # (tool whirrs quietly) (amplified breathing) (suspenseful music playing) Oi. Come on. Oi. (panting) (gunshot, grunt) (gunshot, grunt) (indistinct shouts) # # (gunshots) This is it. Aw, shit. Union men. What are we gonna do? # # (whispers): Fuck. Grab the axe. Freeze! -Don't move! -Drop it now! Drop your weapons! Drop your weapons! Do it now! # # (yells) (two gunshots) # I have burned my tomorrows # # And I stand inside today # # At the edge... # Anyone comes through that door, kill 'em. # And my dreams all fade away # # I have burned my tomorrows # # And I stand inside today # # At the edge of the future # # And my dreams all fade away # (grunts) # # (yelling) (grunts) (yells) # # # I've burned my shadow away # REMY: Hack saw! # And burn my shadow away # (panting) # # (grunts) # # (yells) (panting) -# Burn my shadow away # -(alarm blaring) MAN (over P.A.): Please, make your way to the nearest exit. This is not a drill. Have a nice day. (panting) REMY: Make a delivery. (alarm continues blaring) (over P.A.): Make your way to the nearest exit. This is not a drill. Have a nice day. -# And burn my shadow away # -(beeping) (groans in pain) -# # -(alarm continues) # And burn my shadow away... # Beth! (grunts) Great. That's just fuckin' great. Are you missing out on Airpoints Dollars? Get a new Air New Zealand Airpoints credit card from Kiwibank and you'll get 100 bonus Airpoints Dollars and no account fee for six months. So hurry ` apply now using promo code NZ100. and there was a pig in the middle of the road. Anyone over there know anything about it? No, no, mate. Bobby, it's Keith. I was driving along Dundas Ln, and there was a pig in the middle of the road. Anyone over there know anything about it? No, no, mate. You're in a different valley. No one knows a thing. No one? Yeah, you don't know anyone out that way who has pigs? Moa Creek? No, I'm not too sure over there. (SIGHS) You bloody pig. Hey, Michael. It's Keith. So you got the picture? Yeah, it's not mine. You don't know anything about looking after pigs? Not really. I just know they taste all right. (OINKS) (OINKS) COMPUTER CHIMES I got your email about Sue. Yeah, uh, the pig. (CHUCKLES) VAN IDLES (OINKS) GENTLE MUSIC (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) GENTLE MUSIC CONTINUES (OINKS) UPLIFTING MUSIC Life's better together, so stay connected on NZ's leading mobile network. (groans softly) There's no keyboard. There's no keyboard. So? So if there's no keyboard, how can I get into the system? How do I wipe the accounts? Maybe there's a different way. Using what? I don't know, an interface or something. Look at it, Beth, it's a scanner. That's it! Even if we were just-- I mean, we-- The only... (sighs) The only way out of the system... Is what? The only way out of the system is to repo ourselves. Can't get in without a forg. (alarm continues wailing) We're surrounded by the fucking things. MAN (over P.A.): Please make your way to the nearest exit. This is not a drill. You're kidding, right? Stop it. No. Stop it. No! Beth. -No! -Beth. We'll die. Beth. We can fight our way back out. We didn't come all this way to run back out. Help me. (alarm blaring, scanner beeping) # # Wait. (groans) F... (groaning loudly) (panting) Can't. Beth... I got an answer. I'm not alone. (grunts loudly) (scanner trilling) (scanner beeps) COMPUTERIZED FEMALE VOICE: Please deposit one artiforg in reclaim drawer. Have a nice day. (panting) MAN (over P.A.): Please make your way to the nearest exit. This is not a drill. (alarm continues) Have a nice day. # # (grunts) # When you are ready, I will surrender # # Take me and do as you will # # Have what you want, your way's always the best way # (scanner beeps) # I have succumbed to this passive sensation # # Peacefully falling away # (scanner beeps) # I am the zombie, your wish will command me # # Laugh as I fall to my knees # (scanner beeps) (scanner beeps) # Can I control this empty delusion? # # Lost in the fire below # # And you come running, your eyes will be open # (gasping) (scanner beeps) # Sing it back to me # # No, you can't help it if you have been tempted # # By fruit hanging ripe on the tree # # And I feel useless # # Don't care what the truth is # # You will be here come the day # Stay with me. Always. (panting) # Sing it back to me # # Sing it # # Bring it back # -# Sing it # -# Sing it back # -# Sing it # -# Bring it back # # Sing it back to me # # Bring it back. # (music fades) (door beeping) (alarm beeping, lock clicks) REMY: Just stay with me. Only one left, eh? Only one left. Don't go now. (door thuds, lock clicks) (Remy panting) What are you doing? I'm losing her. There's only one left. There's only one left. Oh, Jesus, this is fucking pathetic. Finish it. (panting) Stay with me. JAKE: Is it really worth it? Is she really worth it? She's worth every job we ever did. She's worth every job we ever did. (scanner beeps) End it, Jake. Now. All right then. Enough of this bullshit. I'll do it myself. # # Beth. Give her the shot. Just give her the shot. (grunts) (gasps) (panting) (grunts softly) We're out. (chuckles) We're out. COMPUTERIZED FEMALE VOICE: Please deposit 11 artiforgs in reclaim drawer. Have a nice day. We're not out yet, buddy. Not yet. (steady beeping) (beeping faster) COMPUTERIZED FEMALE VOICE: Artiforg not recognized. -(lock clicks) -Lockdown in effect. An administrator will be with you shortly. Have a nice day. (rapid beeping) (soft classical music begins) (Remy and Jake laughing) (lock clicks) (laughing continues) # # # Ooh, yeah # # Every day # # Will be like a holiday # Mmm. Christ, it's hot. It's the tropics. Yeah, I know. (chuckles) It's hot. # Now she's been gone # Are you gonna stay here and act macho or come and have some fun? Christ, it's hot. Huh? Macho. # She said, "Don't worry" # # "I'll be home soon" # # And every day # Repossession Mambo. Sounds kind of fruity. (chuckles) Peter had it published. "An instant classic." "The depths of this author's insights are astonishing." (laughing) Am I in this? # When she gets here # # I'll never be alone # -(audio skips) -# Every day # JAKE (voice-over): What's happening? WOMAN: It's just a glitch; it'll sort itself out. (music continues quietly) WOMAN: There. All better. (monitor beeping steadily) See, his endorphins are up. Limbic system's running strong. Hey, you guys take it easy. -I want him to be comfortable, all right? -Yes, sir. WOMAN: Nothing to worry about. If that hook had hit him any lower, it might have posed a problem. The M.5 Neural Net is top of the line. What's-what's he thinking about? No way to know. Yeah, but... he-he's happy right now? As long as someone's paying for the system. There's 50 commissions right there. That'll take care of his heart. That'll take care of the... the down payment on the M.5. The Union can definitely pay for the rest. Hey, sir. Sir! This one's still alive. Leave her. I'll take care of it. Whoa. Sweet dreams, buddy. FRANK (voice-over): For extensive neurological injuries, I'd have to recommend the M.5 Neural Net. (voice-over): We're running a special on it this month. 18% for the first year, 24 after that. Why should your loved one pass on just because of a little brain damage? That's barbaric. That's just bad science. (chuckles) With the M.5 Neural Net, yesterday's dreams are today's reality. Imagine your loved ones living out the rest of their natural lives in a world where they are always happy, always content and always taken care of. (soft rock song begins) You owe it to your family. You owe it to yourself. Little fruit for the fruit? Why not? Cheers, man. # Birds singing in the sycamore tree # # Dream a little dream of me #