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The federal government announced it will
declare bankruptcy in the next 90 days.

Flags continue to be flown
at half-mast in the U.S. capital-

...industries have
significantly deteriorated.

The party was over.

...by the enveloping global recession.

...sold and sustained
an ultimately disastrous war.

What do I remember?

I remember reading about a scientist.

He had a thing for cats and 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 he 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?

You ready for tonight's entertainment?

Yeah, go, go, go.

Mr. Smythe.
I'm from The Union.

Holy fuck!

Wait. Okay? Just wait.

Don't worry. Just keep it holstered.
Everything's okay. I can pay.

Sorry. That's not my department.

- Don't you fucking touch me.
- No need for violence, miss.

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.

My job is simple.

Can't pay for your car,
the bank takes it back.

Can't pay for your house,
the bank takes it back.

Can't pay for your liver...

that's where I come in.

Good morning, everybody.
I'm Eric Fitzsimmons.

And I'm Sabrina Kenn. From around
the globe and around the corner...

here's what's happening
in your world this morning.

Some big news coming in
from Nigeria this morning.

- That's in Africa.
- Now, of course you know...

that we've already got 10,000,
15,000 soldiers over there...

waiting at the Nigerian border.

- Come home soon.
- Well, not too soon.

Word's coming in that the 34th
Armored Division has arrived...

and they're ready to start
the sixth phase of the war.

Operation Hope Springs Eternal.

They're available now
at your Union retailer.

Don't drink out of the bottle.

- He does.
- You don't.

I'm late. Can you take him?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

Peter. Leave it.

- You got everything?
- Yeah.

Dad, I'll be okay from here.

- All right. Have a good day.
- Okay.

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.

Hey, watch the suit-

Sorry, sir.
I didn't know that was you.

Now serving 138.

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-

artiforg is expertly and cleanly inserted
with minimal invasion and scarring.

Now, if you can't afford
the full payment of...

$618,429...

we can offer monthly installments
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 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 nonpayment...

will we retrieve the property,
at our own expense, of course...

utilizing our skilled
and licensed technicians.

I'm not sure what you heard
on the 6:00 news...

but this almost never happens.

I gotta 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.

He'll sign it.

Everybody signs it.

Hi.

Ears, ears, ears.

Goddamn ears again.

Shit.

A job's a job, right?

I'm just sayin', ears,
four times in a row.

Fuckin' probation ain't fair.

Wasn't fair what you did
to that woman on the subway.

Yeah, you weren't there, were you?

You're killin' me
coming in the front like that.

I got guys trying to make sales.
I don't need you spooking clients.

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 turning down
the loans and coming up with the cash.

We don't make money
when they pay in full.

- What you got?
- Liver.

- What's that?
- Liver.

What, are you hanging out
at AA meetings?

Day's count. Give it up, buddy.
What's the magic number?

- Not today, Jake.
- Wrong answer!

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.

Fuck!

- Hey, come on.
- Here you go.

Two livers and a Jarvik!

- Gotta stop nicking these bar codes, Jake.
- Won't happen again, boss.

I'm working with fuckin' children.

Let's go hit a few.

Yeah, all right.

I gotta tell Carol.

Of course you do.

So, did you talk to Frank today?

About moving over to sales?

No, I didn't get a chance.

- When you were standing next to him?
- Right. I'll talk to him on Monday.

You're turning me
into a horrible, naggy bitch.

You were always a horrible, naggy bitch.

Just get him outta 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?

Come test-drive the most advanced
neural sensory replicator:

The Union's M-5 Neural Net.

Sweet dreams are made of these.

Stay super dry!

You know what this is about, right?
She's trying to control you.

You gonna move from repo to sales?
That's like cutting your pay in half, man.

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.

Check out Fatty.

You know his organs
went out a long time ago.

Twenty bucks says he's overdue.

Go on, then. Twenty bucks.

- Deadbeat?
- Almost.

Pancreas. Two days.

How's your pancreas holding up?

I sent the money in this morning.

You'd better hope you did.
Forty-eight hours, your organ's mine.

Slow down, mate.
You're gonna need a new heart as well.

The bastard,
he still lives with his parents.

Did you ever repo anybody you know?

I had to do my granddad.

What are you laughing about? You try
to explain that to your grandmother.

- Fuck you, you did.
- I would.

I would on day 96
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

You want another beer or somethin'?

- Oh, man.
- For being so untrue

Stare any longer,
you'll be married by the weekend.

You can cry me a river

Cry me a river

- I'm gonna go start a fight or somethin'.
- I cried a river over you

Well, you can cry me a river

Cry me a river

I cried a river

Over you

Well, you can cry

I don't want to stifle you, but you might
wanna turn 'em over a bit more.

If people ate 'em as quick as I cook 'em,
they wouldn't be burned.

All right.

Hey! Get your hot dogs.
Here's your charbroiled- kinda crispy-

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 money on it.

Okay, I'll call you back. Bye.

Need to borrow
your grill master for a moment.

- Give me your apron.
- What?

I got a mobile coming here right now.
You want some of this?

To my house? Fuck no.

- Guy's six months overdue.
- No.

It's a double commission.
Give you half. Half.

I'm paying for a full ride. I just want
to get to the Fairmount downtown.

Don't worry. You'll be done in a minute.

- Two minutes, tops.
- Two minutes, tops.

- Where's the case?
- Front closet.

- You're a saint.
- I know.

He's going to get more meat.

Who's that guy?

- Who's that guy?
- Relax, fella. He's a friend of mine.

A friend of yours?

Hey, let me out of here.
Open the door! Come on, man!

Thanks a lot, man.

- Where are you going?
- Getting a jacket.

I'll get you a-

Carol.

I could have got you a coat,
for goodness' sake.

What the fuck do you think you're doing?
Get this out of here!

- He's gone. He's out of here.
- 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?

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 have to have that talk with Frank.

Did you hear about
that new M-5 Neural Net?

No.

You been reading those
fucking pamphlets again?

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.

Yeah?

- How do you get it out?
- Hold on a second! Wait!

Shit!

What?

We've got a nest.

All right, fine. If you want,
you can go in first on this one.

What's that, a favor? Of course I'm going
in first. You went first last time.

It's simple mathematics!
You either have the money or you don't!

You have the money,
I'll find you a seat on the boat.

Listen to me.
There's a bank in Buenos Aires.

At the corner of Callao and Santa Fe.
There's a woman there-

Raid!

- Call it.
- Ten.

I'm gonna beat you by two.

Where you goin'?
I just got here! And you! Now you!

Are you healthy? Get up!

The Force is strong, Luke.

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.

- You're joking me, right?
- Jake.

I been working on this guy for 10 minutes.

You gonna come in and just
hit him on 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-

The conquering heroes
have returned with their spoils!

- All right. What do you got?
- Eighteen hosts, 32 forgs.

- 32 and a half!
- Half?

- Midget.
- Little people. Please. I have a cousin.

We found a boat heading out of port.

Look at these.
Two of them had scanning jammers.

We pinged 'em.
They read free and clear.

I opened 'em anyway.
They had three forgs each.

Stupid bastards'll try anything.

Thirty-two forgs. Pretty impressive, boys.

You ever think about
doing this on a regular basis?

- Spec?
- Yeah!

You 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'd bump up commissions.

What do you think, man?
What do you think, buddy?

Forget it.

Actually, Frank, I've been meaning
to talk to you about something.

Yeah. Forget that.

Find somebody else.

Just get us our pink sheets.

Suit yourself.

Can I just ask you something?

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 sign themselves.

Just rules.

Know what's more important
than the rules, though?

It's the enforcement of those rules.

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?

A job's a job.

Right?

A 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'll choke on your own vomit.

- You should go finish that T-Bone job.
- Yeah.

It'll be your last hurrah.

Give Carol a chance to blow off
some steam at the same time.

Jake's right.

And if this is gonna be my last job...

they don't come much better
than Jimmy T-Bone.

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.

- It's a nice house.
- Thanks.

It's not really mine anymore.

- You from the IRS?
- No.

Soul-suckers.
Takin' everything back.

So am I.

Could I finish this song?

Yeah. Of course.

I'm a bit of a fan, actually.

Yeah? Good.
You can help me out.

I don't-
I wouldn't be much help.

It's not that complicated.

A song is just a bunch
of separate tracks all working together.

Just gotta know when to break it down.

You know, pull it out one thing at a time.

I can do that.

That's a motherfuckin' hit right there.

IRS will be thrilled.

Make sure my boy Terrance
at Blue Note Records gets this.

It's done.

Now-

I'm legally bound...

to ask if you'd like
an ambulance on standby...

or to take you to the hospital.

What, they won't 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.

No, man.

Will I sit or stand?

Easier if you lie down.

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. Is this gonna hurt?

Won't feel a thing.

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.

Small brains, big skulls.

That's why they put us in a tank.

Fire-fucking-power!

- Target sighted!
- Fire at will!

That's you!

Shit! It fucking disappeared!

Here, right?

And then one night the war was over.

And there we were-
all dressed up and nowhere to go.

You see, for us the war never ended...

just changed venue.

Beauty!

Come on!

That takes care of number two.

And this...

is knockout number three.

He's waking up.

Hey.

Lookin' good. Lookin' 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, buddy.

I don't...

remember.

Faulty shock unit.

Frank's got the guys back at the shop
looking into that right now.

What is it?

You know that I will be here
no matter what.

I would change your fuckin' diapers
if you needed me to.

But we got some business
that we gotta discuss right now.

Sure. Look...

Jake, 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.
- Yes.

No, no-

Ten billion-beat warranty.
It's got the no-rust valves.

Take it out.

- Get it out, Jake.
- You got hit pretty hard.

- All you got is scar tissue in there now.
- I feel fine!

Because the unit's already doing its work.

All you have to do is sign a few papers...

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 town...

but you gotta have a ticker
to play the game, am I wrong?

You gotta do what you gotta do, buddy.
Take care of yourself.

You owe it to your family.

You owe it to yourself.

What? What'd I say?

You're an asshole, man.

Sir?

Sir, that's hospital property.

Buddy, come on.
Let's go back inside. All right?

Now you're just being childish.

That should take care of your pain...

and help the artiforg
assimilate into your body.

You got it for three more days,
and then it's cold turkey.

Carol.

The lock's broken.

My key works fine.

Where you goin'?

- 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.

Who's out here ringing my bell?
Damn kids.

Hey, man!
Get your convalescent ass in here.

- Thanks again for this, yeah?
- You're home, man. You're home.

And your timing's perfect.
Fifteen minutes, your game starts.

You remember that Chinese chick
from downstairs?

She's coming up to 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 room.

Listen, I'd love to hang out,
but I think it's better if I just sleep.

Great. A little sleep.
No problem.

- But one other thing?
- What?

The guys missed you so much...

we thought we'd get you
a little “welcome back” present.

I'd like to introduce Harry the Heart.

Hello!

- What are you doing in my house?
- Mr. Erikson, I'm from The Union.

All hail the conquering hero!

Welcome back. Big stuff.

Gonna keep me in suspense,
or are you gonna tell me the details?

Standard job.

It was easy, you know. The usual.
The pleading. A few tears.

Man, I had this guy last week, right?

As soon as the guy sees me,
he starts bawlin' like a little girl.

And this snot bubble, it starts
growing out of his nose.

The more he cried, the bigger it got.

Bigger, smaller, bigger, smaller.
He's whimpering.

I'm, like-

Slow down, slow down!

Listening to Jake swapping stories about
some schmuck and his overdue liver...

all I can think about is
how that schmuck has a name...

and a wife and kids.

- Hey, Peanut.
- Hey.

- How are ya?
- Good.

How's school?

- Okay, I guess.
- Only okay?

Peter...

go inside.

You listen to your mum.
Go back inside.

Okay.

It'd be good to talk.

Carol.

Carol.

If I could come in for just a minute-

Something...

changed.

Frank just called.

He said you never turned in that pink.

You told me there was no problem, right?

You said that it was an easy job.

Right?

Hey, I get it. I get it.

No problem. I understand.

I mean, everybody needs a break, right?

No time at all you're gonna be
back on your game.

You're gonna be knockin' 'em dead.

Mr. Timmons...

you owe it to your family,
you owe it to yourself.

I made some moussaka.

Want you to try this béchamel sauce.

I'm falling behind on payments.

Really need to make some cash.

Do what you gotta do.

- Gotta make some money, right?
- Yeah.

But you get it out of your system. Right?

Of course, if you can't pay the bills...

some Union man will break into your house
in the middle of the night...

slice you open from the collarbone
to the pelvis with a scalpel...

and reclaim our property.

I'm just saying.

Clearly I'm not cut out for sales...

and this new heart's
accumulating interest with every beat.

Most people don't know
when they're gonna die.

I have exactly six days, three hours
and between 20 and 30 minutes...

depending on how punctual
my repo man's feeling.

It's amazing how fast 90 days go by.

Fuck!

We're supposed to be partners...

and you just fuckin' up our shit.

You know that?

You're fuckin' up everything.

Don't you see that?

You always been lucky here.

The metal graveyard's
a fuckin' treasure chest.

Thirty minutes, you're gonna be
back on top. You're gonna see.

It's a black hole...

is what it is.

There it is, on a platter.

Esophagus. Five months over.

Okay, you're not ready to do a kid.

Fine. Fine.

Hey! Where you goin'?

Liver and kidneys.

- You want me to start?
- All right, Jake.

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.

You do this.

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.

Cry me a river

Cry me a river

I cried a river

Over you

Now you say you're sorry

- For bein' so untrue
- Miss?

- Well, you can cry me a river
- Miss?

- Cry me a river
- Hey, where'd you hear that song?

Miss.

- I've cried a river
- Miss?

- Over you
- How do you know that song?

And dream of days we-

I know you.

In three days they can
legally come take my heart.

I may not be making
the best use of my time.

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.

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,
it had become second nature.

Apparently it also works
the other way around.

How you feeling?

Stop.

Stop! Stop it.

¡Puto! I didn't ask for your help!

What did you want me to do,
leave you on the street?

You're as fucked as me.

Maybe not.

Took me a while,
but I think I finally understood...

why the scientist put the cat in the box.

He was trying to tell us something.

We're all alive.

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.

Yes.

You get nine 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.

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.

No, he was fuckin' pissed.

He went soft.

He was off his game, and he knew it.

Who do you think Frank's
gonna send after me? Ray?

Probably Ray.

I don't know...

maybe me.

A job's a job.

You still believe that?

Peter.

Peter.

- Dad?
- Yeah.

Listen, I'm going away for a while.

It means I won't be there
to pick you up on Saturdays...

but I'll think about you
every day that goes by.

See you on Saturday.

What happened?

- We gotta leave.
- What?

I got caught trying to clear your forgs.

Now they'll want to know
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?

The 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 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 use to be brown?

OptiCor 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 the replacement.

Liver, stomach and lungs
thanks to a Q habit.

Knee from the car accident.

Upgrades.
I've got eyes, ears, voice box.

Jackson Reproductive
Replacement System, release 5.3.

Lady Mystique model.
Comes in six sparkling colors.

Stop.

Flexor Dura-Joints.
Million-step warranty.

Stop.

Ask me about my lips.

What brand are your lips?

They're all me.

Happy birthday.

It's not my birthday.

Birthday.

Happy birthday.

I didn't get you anything.

Yeah, you did.

There was a man from Troubadour

Who got blown up during the war

He did not die
Would not concede

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, first...

you have to change what you do.

He did not die
Would not concede

- Here.
- Thanks.

So what is it?

A novel? Epic poem?

Thoughts.

It's just...

stuff.

And it's not finished.

What?

Somebody's coming.

You don't hear it?

What are you doing?

Put them on.

Who got blown up during the war

He did not die
Would not concede

How many artiforgs did he need?

Stomach, bladder, pancreas

Eyes, intestines, liver, blood

- Guts, head
- Get down!

Who's that?

Landlord. Come to collect.

Grab the typewriter!

- There's a fire escape.
- No! Downstairs.

What the fuck is this?

This is bullshit.

I thought you were a Level Five.

Quite honest, I'm a little disappointed.

You're disappointed?

They sent the ear guy after me.
Imagine how I feel.

That's a good one.

You'll be laughing out of
the other side of your mouth...

when I have your heart in my hand.

Shit.

Beth! Get back!

Beth!

No!

Fuck!

Shit.

Shit!

- It hurts!
- Beth, get out of there.

Come on, get out!

Welcome back.

Whose car is this?

The landlord's. I borrowed it.

You're leaking quite a bit of fluid there.

I can fix it.

- Where are we going?
- We got to pick up some supplies.

Where'd you find all that stuff?

When you're on the streets
long enough, babe-

There.

What do you do for a living?
I'm a fucking lung.

Can you believe that shit?
It's ridiculous, right?

Great example he's setting.

You all right?

Never been better.

I'll be five minutes.

Attention, shoppers. This month only-

- Hey, 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?

Afternoon, boss.

I should have 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 'em.

Great. This is just great.

You have any idea what this makes me look
like? One of my own guys jumping credit?

Yeah.

- Now take me out of the system.
- Fine. Give me your heart.

- 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-

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.

Not with these.

I don't get it.
How'd he get in here?

He was wearing the damn lung costume.

I'm glad you find this amusing,
'cause now he's yours.

Where's my goddamned shirt?

A job's a job, right?

Hold it there.

Forward. Thank you.

Sir?

- What if it doesn't work?
- It 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.

- I looked at him.
- Shit.

On a little holiday?

A funeral.

- You done with that?
- Have a nice day.

Forward, please. Hold there.

Thank you.

Forward, please.

Hold it there.

Thank you. Forward.

Sir, forward, please.

Hold there.

Thank you. Forward.

That was fun.

- Thank you.
- Honey, look.

Excuse me, miss?
Your leg's bleeding.

Come on.

Ma'am, do you need some assistance?

- I'm okay.
- She's fine. Thanks.

- We can't let you fly like this.
- Sorry?

Sir, there's blood all over the floor.
We need to get her cleaned up.

- No, I'm fine. Really.
- Is that really necessary?

The quicker we get done,
the quicker you 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.

- Are these tickets refundable?
- I have no idea, sir.

- What time's the last boarding then?
- 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.

That's him.

You don't want to do that.

Everybody's got to be a fucking hero.

We'll dump this car,
get you a new kneecap-

- I know someone who can help.
- We can't trust anyone.

Believe me.
It's the last place I want to go.

- Where?
- There.

Have a seat.

- Another one, Mom?
- Yeah, baby, another one.

So let Mama work a minute.

- That's Little Alva.
- Hi.

- 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, humor me.

Ears, Vocar.

OptiCor eyes.

My liver is a Hexa-Tan
from a specialty house in Denmark.

My kidneys are actually
two different models.

One is Union generic.

The other one...

didn't hold up so well.

Lord, I thought
she was gonna go on forever.

Wait, don't you need her
to tell you the rest?

No, that's just my version of
“count back from a hundred.”

All right, baby, you're up.

- What are we doing?
- A new knee.

She's the surgeon?

Yeah, I just do anesthesia these days.
The little one's got the steadier hand.

- She's five!
- She's nine, actually.

But she's been doing this since
she was four. Ain't that right, pumpkin?

I almost got it.

I feel like break-dancing.

My friend Asbury can get us on a boat.

Of course, getting out
of the country is a crapshoot.

Wait.

Asbury.

Beth, let's get out of here.

Beth. Let's go.

How'd you find us?

Found you the same way
you would have found me.

I see what's going on here.

I get this. I get it. I do.

But 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'd have known that you were gonna be
such a pussy about the accident-

What?

You thought it was fate?

Sort of a karmic plan to get you right
with the world? Is that what you thought?

Jake.

Let me tell you, the cosmos doesn't know
shit about swapping out electrical leads.

You rigged the defib unit.

Didn't you?

For what?

So I'd built up debt,
so I wouldn't transfer to sales?

You're not a salesman, man! You never
would have 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?

You could have killed me.

I tried to save your life.

I'm not going with you.

I'm not letting you go.

Let's go, buddy.

No!

You've done this a thousand times!

Buddy, you and me.

- Stay with me.
- Always.

There is no way out of the system!

You screwed that up when you pulled
your little stunt with the bar codes.

Wake up.

Come on, get up.

You okay?

We got to go.

Repo!

Raid! Raid!

- Go, go, go!
- Raid!

Fuck!

Where'd they go?

- Wait.
- Back off!

Give me one reason
why I shouldn't pull this trigger.

Welcome to your world, repo man.

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.

That's what they do. That's what I did.

What do you want to do?

Finish this.

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. Peanut.

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.

You think I'm having a good time
trying to raise him on my own?

- Mom! Dad!
- Peter, I'm talking!

I didn't have a fucking choice! Why don't
you walk away from the situation?

- Give me a moment with my son.
- I'm sure that's what you'd like.

For your problems to walk away
and just disappear!

That's not-

Peter.

That was very naughty.

Very, very naughty what you just did.

Come on, come on. We got to go.

When you're old enough, read this.

If you still want to see your old man,
I'll be in Punta del Este.

- Can you say that?
- Punta del Este.

I love you. Look after your mum.

Hi.

Come on. Again?

So what's the plan?

Wait here.

My feet are always freezing.

The cotton socks don't work.

- He's embarrassed. That's what it is.
- I always wear cotton socks.

Hey, who's this guy?

Sir, this is a restricted area.

It's all about who you know.

So what is it,
bright pink or pale pink?

I don't know.
You see a pink door, you go for it.

Let's go.

Come on.

Oi!

Come on. Oi!

This is it?

Shit.

- Union men.
- What are we gonna do?

Fuck.

Grab the ax.

- Freeze! Don't move!
- Drop it now!

Drop your weapons! Do it now!

Anyone comes through that door,
kill them.

Hacksaw!

Hacksaw!

Please, make your way to the nearest exit.
This is not a drill.

Have a nice day.

Go on. Make a delivery.

Please make your way to the nearest exit.
This is not a drill.

Beth!

Beth!

Great! That's just fucking great!

There's no keyboard.

- There's no keyboard.
- So?

If there is 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-

- 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.

We're surrounded by the fucking things.

Please make your way to the nearest exit.
This is not a drill.

You're kidding, right?

Stop it.

No. Stop it.

- 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.

Wait.

I can't.

Beth.

I can't dance the mambo alone.

Please deposit one artiforg
in reclaim drawer. Have a nice day.

Please make your way to the nearest exit.
This is not a drill.

Have a nice day.

Stay with me.

Always.

Stay with me.

Only one left, all right?

Only one left.

Don't go now.

- What are you doing?
- I'm losing her.

There's only one left.

There's only one left.

Jesus, this is fucking pathetic.
Finish it.

Stay with me.

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.

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.

We're out.

We're out.

Please deposit 11 artiforgs
in reclaim drawer.

Have a nice day.

We're not out yet, buddy.

Not yet.

Artiforg not recognized.

Lockdown in effect.
An administrator will be with you shortly.

Have a nice day.

Christ, it's hot.

It's the tropics.

Yeah, I know.

It's hot.

Are you going to stay here and act macho
or come and have some fun?

Christ, it's hot.

Macho.

“The Repossession Mambo.”

Sounds kind of fruity.

Peter had it published.

“An instant classic.

The depths of this author's
insights are astonishing.”

Am I in this?

What's happening?

It's just a glitch.
It'll sort itself out.

There. All better.

See, his endorphins are up.
Limbic system's running strong.

Hey, you guys take it easy.
I want him to be comfortable.

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 he thinking about?

No way to know.

Yeah, but 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 down payment on the M-5.

The Union can dock my pay for the rest.

Hey, sir.

This one's still alive.

Leave her. I'll take care of her.

Sweet dreams, buddy.

For extensive neurological injuries...

I'd have to recommend
the M-5 Neural Net.

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.

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.

You owe it to your family.
You owe it to yourself.

A little fruit for the fruit?

Why not?

Cheers.