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[heartbeat pounding] [machine beeping]

[upbeat rock music] [electronic static]

[machine beeping]

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[heartbeat pounding]

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[machine beeping]

[upbeat rock music continues]

[machine beeping]

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[female screams]

[car engine revs]

[upbeat rock music]

[radio plays indistinct rock music]

[footsteps clomping]

- Hey, Bambi.

- Hey, Kat.

Do you want a drink? - Sure.

Wait.

Which one are you gonna buy?

Show me.

Show me! [Bambi giggles]

[pages rustling] - Hang on.

That one.

[Bambi giggles]

- Bambi, are you for real? - Mm-hmm.

[intense dramatic music] - It's huge.

- I know, but I just...

I love it.

I mean, it's just so red, majestic.

- Bambi, I think you're crazy.

- Hmm, you know I am.

Just always wanted my own cool car like that.

Come.

[footsteps clomping] [mysterious dramatic music]

[footsteps continue clomping]

- It's gonna cost you a fortune on a thing like that, Bambi.

And they want 10,000 bucks for it?

- I know, but as soon as the film is funded,

I can pay cash for it.

- Have they called you yet?

- No.

They said it could be yesterday or today.

But my agent's sure it's gonna be approved.

[bottle thuds]

It's the film's main prop.

Imagine how fuckin' hot you're gonna look in that car?

- I know. - Here.

- But weren't you gonna use your brother's car for that?

- Yeah, I was, but this is heaps better.

I mean, I don't know if I should tell you this.

- What?

- Well, it's just it's a bit of a sick fantasy of mine.

- Bambi, I'm in your movie,

[Bambi chuckles] I've read the script,

you can't shock me anymore.

- Okay.

Well, you don't beg and flap with one of these, right?

[Kat laughs]

I wanna have.. [phone ringing]

Oh. - Oh.

[phone continues ringing]

- Hello?

Merlin?

Yes.

Oh, my god!

Yeah, that's fantastic.

Yes!

Okay.

When's the money gonna be cleared?

Tomorrow, cleared?

Oh, it's the best.

Yeah, you too.

Okay.

Bye.

It's on! [Kat screams]

[smooching]

The money's gonna be cleared tomorrow.

- Ah, Bambi, that's fantastic.

- Yeah. [glasses clank]

- Congratulations.

- You're gonna be a movie star.

[smooching]

- Should I quit my job now?

- Yes, quit your job now.

- Buy this fucking car today.

[object clatters]

- But the cash won't have been cleared.

- Oh, I know.

I'm gonna use my last 10 grand to buy it.

But look, tomorrow, I'm gonna be rich.

Can you give me a lift to the bank?

- Now? - Mm-hmm.

- Sure.

You don't mess around, do ya?

- Now, I just have to call my brother.

He thinks he's a car expert.

He wants to be there when I buy it.

[phone rings] [bag thuds]

- G'day, Bambi.

Nah, nah, I'm not busy.

I'm just headin' out.

Hey, what the fuck are you lookin' at, dickhead?

- Ah, nothin', just some idiot

beggin' to have his skull smashed in.

What, the red one?

The Dodge?

An hour?

Yeah, all right.

I'll get around there as soon as I can, eh?

See you soon.

All right, I'll talk to you then.

[bag clatters]

[car door slams]

[intense dramatic music]

[dramatic tones]

[intense dramatic music]

[car doors slam shut]

[birds chirping]

- [Car Salesman] Wait, love, I'll open for you.

[car door clatters open]

[Bambi sighs]

- Can I start her up?

- Sure, baby, sure.

[keys jangle]

[engine turns over and revs]

- Sounds pretty sweet.

[engine revs] - Happy this is a V8.

- [Buck] What's it like on juice?

- Doesn't matter.

I love it.

[engine revs]

I'll take it.

Oh, fuck.

Look at it.

Isn't he just [moans]?

- You know it's gonna cost you

a shit load to run this thing?

- Yeah, but that's okay,

'cause I'll have money tomorrow.

- How much fuel's in it now?

- It's on empty.

[engine revs]

- Listen, how 'bout you knock off 200 bucks

so we can put some petrol in this thing?

- No, pal.

I wanted 14,000,

she's gettin' it for 10.

That's too cheap already, pal.

What do you want from me?

Blood?

- No, it's okay.

Buck, seriously, I want it.

I'll take it.

[check rustles]

- We sign the papers.

- Don't you love it, Buck?

- Yeah, whatever you reckon, Bambi.

[upbeat rock music] [keys jangle]

- It's official.

[Bambi giggles] [feet tapping]

It's all mine.

- You actually gonna be able to drive this?

- Yes.

- [Buck] Want some money for petrol?

- No, it's okay.

And it's got 20Ks in it.

Look, if the red light comes on,

I'll just drive straight home.

[car door slams shut]

- All right.

I'll see you there.

[car engine turns over]

♪ What about a million dollar trip ♪

♪ I'll show you the ride of your life ♪

♪ Do you wanna slip inside this? ♪

♪ She said, come on you feel a ride ♪

♪ Hey, ho

♪ You ready to ride, baby [engine roars]

♪ Hey, ho

♪ Give it a shout, baby

♪ Hey, ho

♪ I want you to [Bambi screams]

♪ Hey, ho

♪ You do it my way

♪ She said [Bambi laughs]

♪ Heard about his bother's convertible, she said ♪

♪ Come on and shake it, baby

♪ Shake it, shake it, shake it

♪ Oh yeah [Bambi laughs]

♪ Shake it, come on, baby ♪ Yeah, come on

♪ Shake it, shake it

♪ Shake it, come on, baby ♪ Shake it

♪ Come on

♪ Shake it, shake it

♪ Shake it, come on, baby ♪ Shake it

[radio continues playing upbeat rock music]

[engine sputtering]

[upbeat rock music continues playing]

- [Thug] Hey, check out this bitch.

[engine knocks and sputters]

[car door squeaks]

Come on.

Hey, get in, bitch.

We'll push.

- Thanks.

It's just around the corner.

[car door slams shut]

[Bambi exhales loudly]

[tires crunching]

Thanks, boys.

- [Thug] Yeah, good on ya, bitch.

[car door slams shut]

- Ta-da!

- So what is it, out of petrol or worse?

- Well, the empty light came on.

- I offered you money for fuel.

Here, you take this.

- No, thanks.

I just wanna look at it till tomorrow.

Oh!

Can you help me push it in the garage?

[car door squeaks open]

[door slams shut]

[brakes squeaking]

- Well, nice one.

Listen, Bambi, I gotta shoot off.

I've got a job to do, eh.

Good luck with that money coming in tomorrow.

[thudding]

[ominous dramatic music]

[tape deck clatters]

[sultry rock music]

♪ I'll see you at the lines

[car door slams]

[sultry rock music continues]

♪ I love my car

♪ You don't understand

♪ I love it more [bottle cap clatters]

♪ Than any man

[bottle clanks]

- I'm sorry I don't have anything for you to drink.

[car engine revs]

♪ In my stilettos

♪ Foot flat to the floor

♪ You'll never take me

♪ And that's for sure

♪ My car is my love

♪ All shiny and red

♪ I'm feeling a little strange

♪ It's messed with my head

[female moans]

[glass shatters] ♪ If you see me coming

♪ Then you'd better run

♪ 'Cause raising all hell

♪ Is what I do for fun

♪ My hands on the wheel

♪ I'm raring to go

♪ The revs in the red zone

♪ My fuels running low

[female moans]

[sultry rock music continues]

[female moans]

[sultry rock music continues]

[female moans]

[sultry rock music continues]

♪ Punk

[sultry rock music continues]

[phone rings]

[Bambi inhales and moans]

[phone continues ringing]

[car door clatters open]

[door slams shut]

- Hello?

- Bambi, it's Randy.

Just wondering if you've heard about the film funding yet?

- Yeah, it's on.

The money's supposed to be cleared today.

- [Randy] So when do we celebrate?

- Well, I was gonna call everyone a bit later on

as soon as the cash was in my hand.

I mean, I've been this close before,

and only be screwed at the last minute, you know?

- Yeah.

Yeah, all right.

So I'll hear from you later on then?

Listen, I've got Floyd with me.

I'll give him the good news.

He's been hangin' out for this to start.

- Yeah, tell him.

Okay, bye.

Randy?

Just come over at about seven tonight.

[sultry rock music]

[phone rings] [door slams]

Hello?

- [Buck] Hey, Bambi.

It's Buck.

Listen, did you get your funding through?

- Oh, I'm just gonna have a shower,

and then I'm gonna call the bank.

Fingers crossed. - Okay.

- Hey, I'm gonna get the actors over at seven

to tell 'em the good news.

You coming?

- [Buck] For real?

[Bambi sighs]

[dramatic instrumental music] [phone rings]

[dramatic instrumental music continues]

- Well, if it's right,

it was just the one piece to fall into place,

so, you know, they're pairs.

[indistinct chattering]

- Fiendish couldn't make it.

[Bambi clears throat and claps]

- Everyone, could you just sit down?

I've gotta tell you something.

This is my brother, Buck.

He- - Buck?

- Yes.

- Buck and Bambi [laughs]?

- What, were your parents Randy or something?

- Buck and Bambi!

- Fuckin' hell.

- Buck me dead.

[all laughing]

- Buck you dead all right. - Don't.

He's just messin' around.

Guys, we've heard it all before.

- Oh, dear.

[Mort laughs]

- Look, there's no easy way to put this.

The film's off.

- What? - No,

bullshit. - Oh, fuck!

- You're kidding?

I was with you when you got the call.

- I know, I know.

It's all bullshit.

This fuckin' bitch who was putting together

the deal with the investors just blew it.

And she wanted everything.

She had nothing to bring to the table.

- What a fucking pig.

- I mean, all my life

I've tried to do the right thing by people, you know?

I've never fucked anyone over.

In the end, no one gives a shit.

Meanwhile, fuckwits can finger you in the ass,

and expect their digits to come out clean.

It just fuckin' pisses me off.

- Hey, hey, hey. [Bambi sighs]

Come on, Bambi.

Forget about that fuckin' bitch.

Hey, harden the fuck up.

Fuckin' movies!

You tell me one movie

that wasn't full of fuckin' wankers anyway?

- Yeah, look at us.

- Well, I'm still in, Bambi.

Whatever you want.

Let's just do the fuckin' thing.

Yeah, I'm in.

Deferred payments or points or something?

- Yeah. - Yeah, I'm in.

- Yeah, fuck it. - Well, fuck it.

It'll do it.

- Me too, Bambi.

[Bambi sighs loudly and sniffs]

- Thanks, guys.

But I can't.

I can't do this movie without cash.

I just don't wanna think about it.

- Your car.

[Bambi sighs] - I know.

I know.

I've got no job.

I've got no fuckin' money.

I've just got this big, beautiful car

that I can't even afford to run.

- You need to get drunk, Bambi.

- Fuck, we all need to be.

Where's your Licor?

- I can't.

I've got no money.

- I'm buyin'.

Fuck it!

Let's go.

[footsteps clomping]

[intense dramatic music]

- You all right?

[upbeat rock music]

♪ Oh

[upbeat rock music continues]

[indistinct chattering]

- So I don't get to be your hot cowboy anymore?

Here you go, Bambi.

Cheer up.

You'll get the funding somewhere else.

- Well, here's to another film

we don't get to be in.

- Hey, so which one of you gimps used to own a hot rod?

- Bike, mate.

Drag bike.

Top alcohol class.

- Run your car with bourbon, Bambi.

- Pour alcohol, I'll come to life.

- Excuse me a sec.

[indistinct chattering]

- She gonna be all right?

- Don't you worry about Bambi, mate.

She's made of steel.

- And yeah, that's her last name, right?

- Fuckin' Bambi Steele [laughs].

- Yeah, keep goin'.

So what does she do for a job

when she's not having films rejected?

- She didn't tell ya?

- Nope.

- She's a stripper.

- What?

For real?

- Yeah.

A good one too.

Hey, don't you tell her I told you that.

- Hey, you really gonna make this film for free?

- Nah, forget it.

It's not gonna happen.

It's a stupid fuckin' movie anyway.

- Yeah, you're right.

Fuck it.

Fuck it. [indistinct chattering]

♪ My balls until they die

♪ You got it all, baby

♪ But I've got a life

[upbeat rock music]

♪ See yeah

[upbeat rock music continues]

- So you're telling me,

you went six months nonstop without a shirt on for 50 bucks?

- Yeah, the chicks love it, mate.

You have 50 on you?

- Well, until you're prepared to do this

for six months- - Fiendish!

What are you doing?

- Nothin'.

What are you doing?

- Sorry, love.

- The fuck! - Mate, fuck off!

- Hey, Buck, you know how you can run bikes on alcohol?

What do you think about cars?

- Bambi, you can't even afford to put petrol in your car.

How are you gonna put alcohol in it?

- Listen, sorry, I'm- - Fuck.

- Fuck off, you idiot, or I'll kill you!

[Bambi scoffs]

- That guy is sweating pure alcohol.

I can smell it.

- [Male] Of course you can smell the alcohol,

we're sittin' in a pub.

- I just wanna drive my car.

[car engine roars]

- Top alcohol bikes.

- Run your car off bourbon, Bambi.

- Pour alcohol, I'll come to life.

[car engine continues roaring]

- Listen, mate, I know blokes like you, all right?

[bar patron retching] [liquid sloshing]

- Ah, fuck! [bar patron groans]

[indistinct chattering] [upbeat rock music]

[bar patron retching]

[car horn honks] [glass shattering]

[upbeat rock music continues]

[footsteps clomping] Fuck.

[Bambi gasps]

[cans clattering]

- Oh, I can't go down for this.

I shouldn't even be driving.

He ran right in front of me.

- Mate, you're on the footpath.

- Ah, look, you're all witnesses to the fact

I drank after I hit him, all right?

Fuck, he's dead for sure.

You, you're my witness.

I needed this to calm my nerves, all right, mate?

- You fuckin' pushed him, man.

- Bullshit!

I just shoved him on the footpath.

I'm outta here.

Fuck this!

What are you doing?

- I'm calling an ambulance.

- Fuck!

- Forget about the ambulance,

this guy's dead.

- Jesus, it's not even my car.

I shouldn't even be driving.

- [Bambi] Hey, it's not your fault.

- Let's get outta here while we still can.

If I was you, I'd fuck off too.

- Yeah, you guys go..

We'll take care of it.

- Yeah, sure, Bambi.

- [Fiendish] And call us when the film's back on.

- Get outta here, Bambi.

You don't wanna get caught around this.

- Buck, go and get the car. [footsteps descending]

We'll put him in the boot.

[keys jangle] - Yeah, right, eh.

What?

- I've got this great idea.

- You're fuckin' drunk.

- Well, we can't fuckin' leave him here.

You know, it'll get back to Randy pushed him,

and he'll do time.

- Good.

He should.

That guy's a fuckin' tool.

What are you covering for him for anyway?

It's none of our problems.

Just let's get the fuck out of here.

- Just go and get the fucking car!

- No.

- I'll fuckin' get it then! [keys jangle]

- Bambi, give us the fuckin' keys.

Fuck, Bambi. [keys jangle]

Fuck.

[intense dramatic music]

- [Male Announcer] Breaking news.

Police are searching for a maroon Ford Falcon sedan

after its occupants removed and drove off with the body

of a hit and run incident in Enmore.

Police are presently interviewing witnesses,

but urge both anyone - What the-

- who saw the incident [Buck scoffs]

- [Male Announcer] to come forward

and assist with their inquiries.

[upbeat rock music] [both grunting]

[trunk slams shut]

- This had better be bloody good, Bambi.

What the hell do you want with a dead body?

- Shh!

I need this.

Now, move your car.

[footsteps clomping]

[car engine turns over and revs]

Hold him up for me.

- What are you lookin' for, spare change or something?

- [Bambi] Yeah.

[Bambi groans]

- Oh, fuck!

Jesus Christ, Bambi!

What the fuck are you doing?

- Well, I'm hoping that the alcohol in his blood

will run my car.

- You're insane.

How do you think you're gonna get the alcohol out?

- Oh, I don't have to.

If it's in there, the spark will ignite it, wouldn't it?

- It won't.

And what are you gonna do about him?

- He's not going anywhere.

Relax.

- Relax?

You're telling me to relax?

Bambi, this is insane!

All you're gonna do is ruin your car.

[car engine sputters]

- It's working!

[car engine sputters] - It's not and it won't.

[engine continues sputtering]

[Bambi groans]

[engine sputters and turns over]

- It worked!

Buck, this is huge.

Hey, we could be solving the world's fuel crisis.

- Bambi, you've lost it.

- Hey, I'm hardening the fuck up.

- Oh, god.

We must've been drunk.

What the fuck have we done?

- No, look what we started.

- I'm out of here.

[engine rumbles]

[car door slams]

[heavy breathing]

Fuck!

Fuck!

How's the same fuckin' shit happen

to the same guy all the fuckin' time?

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckin' Bambi!

Fuck!

[breathes heavily]

[mumbles indistinctly]

[breathes heavily]

Fuck it.

This'll be fuckin' good for her.

Fuck it!

[heavy breathing]

Yeah, time for work.

[intense dramatic music]

[birds chirping] [Bambi groans]

[inhales sharply and moans]

[yawns loudly]

[fridge door clatters open]

[door slams shut]

[Bambi moans]

[upbeat rock music]

[eerie dramatic music]

[drawer clatters] [bags rustling]

[phone rings] [drawer thuds shut]

[phone continues ringing]

- Hello?

- [Randy] Bambi, it's Randy.

- Oh, Randy.

Hi.

- I was wondering what happened with that drunk last night?

- Oh, he's still here, actually.

I haven't- - He's there?

Well, what are you gonna do with him?

You're gonna come over and help me get rid of it.

- What?

Me, now?

- Yes, you, now, Randy.

Buck wanted to take him to the cops,

but I wouldn't let him to protect you.

- That's bullshit!

- You pushed him in front of the car.

- Yeah.

- It's the least you can do.

- I've got a mate that works the mulch

with the botanical gardens.

I'll give him a call.

All right, look, I'll see you in an hour or two.

[Bambi scoffs]

[bag rustling] [phone thuds]

[bag continues rustling] [eerie dramatic music]

[Bambi groans] [body squelching]

[heavy breathing] [bag rustling]

- Where the fuck is it?

Fuck.

[Bambi groans] [bag rustling]

Ah, shit.

[exhales loudly]

[Bambi grunts] [object clatters]

[heavy breathing]

Okay.

[sultry rock music]

[bag rustling] [flies buzzing]

- Bullshit!

[flies continue buzzing]

Can't believe you cut this fucker in half all by yourself.

My kinda girl.

- He was too awkward in one big lump.

- Shit, there's not much blood.

- Can you get rid of him for me?

- Yeah, I got it sorted.

Don't you worry.

But now, you owe me.

- [snickering] No way.

We're even.

- If you're talkin' about covering for each other's crimes,

I pushed a drunk out in the street that was hassling you.

You cut the prick in half.

That's not even.

You owe me.

What are you doing tonight?

- I gotta do stuff with Buck tonight.

He was gonna help me.

- You can see your brother anytime.

Come out with me.

Come have a drink with your leading man.

- The movie's finished.

I'm through with that bullshit.

- Yeah, fuck the movie.

That's not the reason I wanna hang out with you.

[flies buzzing] [bags rustling]

[Randy grunts]

- All right, tonight.

I'll put Buck off until tomorrow.

- All right, tonight it is.

[footsteps clomping] [bags rustling]

[car door squeaks open]

[car door slams shuts]

[intense dramatic music]

[Bambi laughs]

[lively jazz music]

Bambi, where are you?

You in there?

- Yeah, I'll be right there.

- Hi. - Hey.

- Come in.

Take a seat.

I'll be right with you.

- [Randy] What have you been doin'?

- Nothin'.

Just workin' on my car.

- You're not working tonight are you?

We got a date, remember?

- I thought I was having a drink with my leading man.

[sultry rock music] - Well, good.

I knew you felt the chemistry between us.

I mean, you picked me for your leading man for a reason.

I think it's cool what you do.

- How do you know what I do?

- Your brother.

Your brother told me.

- Did he?

- You've definitely got the body for it.

[sultry rock music continues]

- What?

For needing lots of blood?

Do you wanna help me, Randy?

- What?

- Get blood.

Is that what you're talking about?

- Nah, strippin', strippin'.

You know how you're a stripper?

[Bambi laughs]

- Did Buck tell you that?

- Yeah, yeah, but I said, I wouldn't let on.

- I'll tell you what, Randy,

if you help me out,

I'll give you a private show later.

- Yeah, Bambi, whatever you want.

You know I'll do whatever you want.

- Cool, 'cause I can't tell you exactly what it is,

but I need heaps of blood,

like two or three guys worth.

- What, are you vampire or something?

Some sort of extreme goth?

- Nah.

It's way more unbelievable than that.

I need to hook a bunch of guys

long enough to get 'em drunk.

- 'Cause you need their blood?

- Pretty much.

[intense dramatic music]

- I'll do it,

but it better be a pretty good lap dance.

[Bambi laughs]

[footsteps clomping]

[upbeat rock music]

So what's the plan?

Push 'em all out one by one in front of a moving car again?

- Maybe you could do one that way.

I haven't really thought that far ahead.

- Well, fuck, Bambi!

I've kinda got feelings for you, you know?

If I go in there

and watch a bunch of drunk piss heads grope you,

I'll end up killing one of 'em.

[Bambi snickers]

- Well, it's a plan, silly.

You coming?

- Nah, nah, I'm staying in the car.

I don't wanna see it.

- And by the way,

I'm not your girl, you know?

- Yeah, I know, I know.

Just saying how I feel.

That's what I'm saying.

[intense rock music]

How long are you gonna be?

[car door slams shuts]

♪ She's a drug

♪ She's a drug

♪ She's a drug

♪ She's a drug

[intense rock music continues]

[whirring tones]

[Bambi laughs]

[all laughing]

- Oh, come. - Fuckin' hell.

[Bambi continues laughing]

- [Bambi] Boys,

come on home with me. - Come on, eh?

[all laughing]

- [Bambi] Fuck.

[Bambi moans]

[males speak indistinctly] Yeah.

[male laughs]

[Bambi squeals and laughs]

You boys,

are [speaks indistinctly]. - Yeah!

[Bambi laughs] - Yeah.

[male speaks indistinctly] [Bambi giggles]

[all laughing]

[thudding] [Randy groans]

[thudding continues] [male groans]

[glass shatters]

[male groans] [upbeat rock music]

[Randy grunts] [car door thuds]

[Randy mumbles indistinctly] Wait!

I needed this.

God, you're fucking wasting it!

♪ Show off the way you tease us ♪

♪ Falling [Randy groans]

- For you, baby.

[Randy groans] [neck snaps]

[Bambi breathes heavily]

- Fuck.

[Bambi groans]

Help me push him over.

- Why?

What for?

What are you doing?

- Oh, just do it! [Randy groans]

Yes!

Okay.

- Come on, Bambi, stop playing games.

We're both adults, right?

[Bambi groans]

I know you like me.

- It's not that.

- You know how I feel about you.

I wouldn't kill those guys for a pat on the back.

You know, it's inevitable.

The tease ends here.

[Bambi moans] Fuck!

- [Bambi] Well, Buck's gonna be here any minute.

- Buck?

Fuck! - He'll finish his work soon.

You should go.

- Bullshit, I'm staying!

[Bambi grunts]

What the fuck are you doing?

[liquid dripping] - Well, if you promise

to keep helping me, I'll tell you.

- You're gonna get in the shit, Bambi.

[intense dramatic music]

- Oh, no.

No, no, not again, Bambi!

What the fuck is going on in here?

- Oh, look!

- What are you two up to?

- Get out, out, both of you.

Look, thank you for today.

I really appreciate it.

You too.

Fuck off!

[Bambi sighs]

Men.

[footsteps clomping]

[upbeat rock music]

[container thuds]

[gas cap clatters]

[upbeat rock music continues]

♪ Man, she's got a gun [Bambi chuckles]

♪ And she's just about to use it ♪

♪ When her friend came around [funnel rattles]

♪ She says she's got the will to do it ♪

♪ He said [license plate clatters]

♪ Don't cry baby

♪ Every thing will be all right ♪

♪ But what he didn't realize was ♪

[car door creaks open] ♪ She's a desperate girl

[car engine sputters]

[Bambi sighs loudly]

[car engine continues sputtering]

[engine revs] - What?

[Bambi screams]

[engine revs] [liquid gurgling]

[Bambi laughs]

[continues laughing and screaming]

♪ Desperate girl

[upbeat electric music]

[intense dramatic music]

[upbeat electric music]

[phone keyboard clacking]

[message whirring]

[Bambi inhales and exhales loudly]

[upbeat electric music continues]

- Yeah, g'day, Bambi.

I just got your message.

What's up?

Randy?

You wanna watch that little fuckin' weasel?

Yeah, listen, I just finished a job.

I'm gonna go home and get changed.

I'll be around there soon, okay?

All right.

Hey!

Hey, fucker, get away from me car!

[engine roars]

- It's for this unreal book that I saw on the internet.

It's got to do with what we did,

you know, with the blood in the car.

- What we did?

What you did.

What, someone's written a book on this now?

- It's just 45 bucks, and I'll pay you back.

This book tells you that a machine can have a soul.

- Well, how come nobody else has heard about it?

- It's called "Voodoo Mechanics".

I'm mean, even just the name makes me wanna mess myself.

- Look, get some food,

put some petrol in your car,

and stop fucking around.

- Thanks, Buck. [smooching]

[knocking at door]

- Who's that?

- [Bambi] I don't know.

[footsteps clomping]

- G'day, Bambi.

- Randy, what the fuck are you doing here?

I told you that I had shit to do with Buck tonight.

- Yeah, I know, I know,

and I just happen to be in the area.

G'day, Buck boy.

[Bambi sighs] - Just...

Okay. [footsteps clomping]

- Look, don't hang around with this reptile.

He's a fuck wit.

- No, he's all right.

He got rid of that dead body for me.

- He's a putts. [phone rings]

[phone continues ringing]

Look, I gotta go.

Are you gonna be okay, you know, with him?

- Actually, I'm gonna tell him that I'm leaving with you.

Hang on a second.

[footsteps clomping]

Hey, Randy, I've gotta go,

and Buck's giving me a lift.

- You're working tonight?

We're still on for tomorrow, right?

- Yeah, yeah, sure.

[footsteps clomping]

[upbeat rock music] [door slams]

[Bambi sighs] - Thanks, Buck.

I really didn't wanna hang around Randy tonight.

- So what are you doing now?

- What's the time?

- About eight.

- Can you take me to that all night book store?

[Buck scoffs]

- They're not gonna have books on "Voodoo Mechanics",

or whatever it was.

- Oh, they might.

That place is huge.

Might have an occult section.

- Yeah, righto.

But I can't hang around.

I've got stuff to do, all right?

- That's okay, I'll catch a bus home.

[doorbell chimes]

[intense rock music]

- [Dr. Voodoo Munguvern] It is possible

for a machine to develop a soul of its own,

after the blood of eight sacrificial souls

have been ingested by the machine.

[Bambi exhales loudly] [intense dramatic music]

[breathing heavily]

- This book's got everything.

[Bambi exhales loudly]

[car engine revs] [tool clatters]

[engine revs]

[water splashing] [book clattering]

- [Dr. Voodoo Munguvern] A large heart

must be installed into the machine to pump this blood.

[intense rock music] [pencil scribbling]

[intense rock music continues]

[pencil continues scribbling]

[cymbals ding]

[water bubbling] [tool clatters]

The following mantras must be carefully exercised

during each blood ingestion

to protect the organ from engine heat

and other mechanical elements.

[object clangs] [intense dramatic music]

Car ram shaw, gora, gora, V.

[intense dramatic music continues]

Car ram shaw, gora, gora, V.

- What else do I need?

[intense dramatic music continues]

[Bambi exhales loudly]

[knocking at door]

[footsteps clomping]

[door clatters open]

Randy?

What is it?

- I was just wondering how you were the other night?

You know, with the bodies?

- Come in.

[door slams]

- Oh, come on!

you owe me.

- What for? [Randy scoffs]

- Normally, when someone gets paid for a hit,

they get a fair bid.

I popped two for you the other night.

For a bit of this might even us up.

- Randy, I really like you.

It's just, I've got a lot on my mind, you know,

with the film being off, and the car.

- Seems to me, we both know we want it.

- I want you to prove it.

Find me an ox heart.

- An ox heart?

[intense rock music]

[cow moos]

[gunshot pops]

[intense rock music continues]

[Bambi laughs]

You're a crazy bitch.

Just the way I like 'em [chuckles].

Come on.

[car door clatters open]

[ice chest thuds]

[car door slams]

[seatbelt clatters]

[upbeat rock music]

[car engine roars]

♪ I'm a primitive man

♪ Got primitive rage [footsteps clomping]

- Thank you for today.

I really appreciate it,

but I've got heaps of study to do, so.

- Study?

What study?

- Come on, you know what for.

[knocking at door]

Who is it?

- [Buck] It's me.

What the fuck's this clown doing here?

- And what are you doing here?

- Buck's helping me with a study that I have to do.

I would've asked you,

but it's just that you've done so much for me already,

I didn't want you to think

that I was using you or something.

But I'll will make it up to you tomorrow night, I promise.

Buck, you will not believe what it says in this book.

If I get eight dead bodies

and run their blood through this heart...

Look, it's an ox heart.

My car will have a life of its own.

- [clicks teeth] Yeah, bullshit.

- It's true.

- Yeah?

Well, maybe you can check some tits on my car

while you're at it.

[Bambi scoffs]

Hey, you can start by killing

some of those actors in your movie.

They startin' to shit me.

- Mm-hmm, same.

[upbeat rock music]

Ready?

- It's not gonna work.

[heart gushing]

[upbeat rock music continues]

[car engine turns over and revs]

[machine beeping] [Bambi laughs]

[engine revs] [Bambi cheers]

[machine beeping] [heart pulsating]

♪ Rock and roll

[intense dramatic music] [door slams shut]

[lighter flicks]

[intense dramatic music continues]

- Car ram shaw, gora, gora, V.

Car ram shaw, gora, gora, V.

Car ram shaw, gora, gora, V.

Car ram shaw, gora, gora, V.

Car ram shaw, gora, gora, V.

[intense dramatic music]

[upbeat funky music]

[whooshing tones]

- She's not answerin'.

- I don't know why you bother with the bitch, mate.

The film's off.

Forget her.

- Nah, I don't know what it is about her.

It's just gonna taunt me till I have her.

You know what I mean?

- You're a fool.

She's just playing you for a fucking sucker.

Bet she hasn't even put out yet, hey?

I mean, you can't do shit.

What kinda chick has her fuckin' ape brother

hang over her shoulder all the time

so no one goes near her?

And she likes it that way.

She's a fuckin' cock teaser.

Believe me, mate, I should know.

She fully came on to me- [thudding]

[frying pan clangs]

[Randy grunts] [pan clangs]

- Fuck! [Randy grunts]

[heart pulsating] [machine beeping]

[Bambi groans]

[door clatters] Hey, baby?

I've got you something.

[Randy groans] [body thuds]

- Mort?

- Little shit.

You need blood, don't ya?

He's totally full.

- You want me to put Mort's blood in my car?

- Come on, you didn't give a fuck about that little prick.

When are you gonna stop playing games,

and give me what I want?

[Bambi sighs]

I know exactly your type, Bambi.

I know why you cast me as your lead man.

We'll play it your way.

You'll be coming to me.

I'll call you tomorrow.

[horn honks in the distance]

[Bambi sighs]

[lighter flicks]

[heart pulsating] [engine rumbling]

[Bambi moans]

[lighter flicks and clatters]

[footsteps clomping]

[saw grinds] [upbeat rock music]

- [Voice Of Mort] Leave a message after the beep,

if you're good lookin'. [beeping]

- Hey, Mort.

It's Floyd.

I guess you're not in.

You said you fucking call me.

Just wondering what's going on with this film.

Is it still on or what?

Talk soon.

Bye.

Fuck!

[sultry rock music]

[car engine revs] - Whoo-hoo!

[Bambi laughs]

[sultry rock music continues]

Whoo-hoo!

[Bambi giggles]

[engines both revving] [upbeat rock music]

[car engine revs] Whoo-hoo!

[Bambi laughs]

[engines roaring]

[upbeat rock music continues]

[engine roars] [belt whirring]

[upbeat rock music continues]

[explosion booms]

[heart pulsating]

Hey, Buck, it's me.

- [Buck] What is it?

I'm busy.

- Hey, I just dragged a guy and beat him.

[Bambi laughs] - You're a fucking idiot.

- Hey, fuck, I've gotta go.

It's nearly on empty.

- Bambi, don't you- [engine roars]

[siren wails] [heart pulsating]

[engine sputtering]

[blinker clicks] [siren continues wailing]

[intense dramatic music] [engine roars]

[pulsating decreasing] [intense whirring]

[engine sputtering]

[door creaks open]

[door slams shut]

- Fuck!

[Bambi exhales loudly]

[upbeat rock music]

- Hey, Kat?

It's Randy.

Just wondered if you wanna go

and have a drink with a film's leading man?

Oh, really?

With Lochy?

You're with him now?

[upbeat rock music]

All right, yeah.

I'll meet you there in about an hour.

Yeah, see ya.

[knocking at door]

- Who's that?

- I don't know.

- Randy? - G'day, Bambi.

- What the fuck are you doing here?

I told you that I had shit to do with Buck.

- Yeah, I know, I know.

Just happened to be in the area.

G'day, Buck boy.

- [Bambi] Do you love it, Buck?

[Bambi giggles]

[intense dramatic music]

- [Buck] She's a stripper.

- [Bambi] Seriously, Buck, I want it.

[intense dramatic music]

- [Randy] Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckin' Bambi!

[car engine roars]

[distorted voice]

- [Randy] You're crazy, bitch.

Just the way I like it.

[both laughing]

Fuck!

[Randy screams]

[squelching]

[intense dramatic music]

- [Kat] I mean, I think you're crazy right now.

[tiger roaring] [animal screeching]

- [Bambi] You know I am.

[intense dramatic music]

- [Randy] You're crazy bitch.

[Randy screams]

[intense dramatic music]

You're crazy bitch. [engine revs]

- But I'll make it up to you tomorrow night, I promise.

[Buck breathes heavily]

[Bambi laughs]

[heart pulsating] [intense dramatic music]

[car engine revs] [horn honks]

[engine continues revving]

[Randy screams]

[Bambi gasps] [phone rings]

[breathing heavily] [phone continues ringing]

- [Bambi] Hello?

- [Randy] Hey, Bambi.

Now listen, you're eventually gonna get done

with all those bodies hangin' around your garage.

- Not on the phone!

Just come over tomorrow.

[phone clatters]

[intense rock music] [machine beeps]

[machine continues beeping] [heart pulsating]

[door slams]

[Randy groans] [body thuds]

- [Randy] Honey, I'm home!

- Fuck, Randy!

Will you stop bringing me people I know.

I really liked Kat.

- Do you know this guy? [Randy groans]

- Fuck!

- I did 'em for you, my sweet.

It's not like you need him for a movie or anything.

It's only a matter of time before one of 'em caught on.

Yeah, yeah, you're right.

[phone rings]

[Bambi scoffs] Get away.

[flies buzzing] Hello?

- Hey, Bambi? - Floyd, look,

I'm kinda busy right now.

- [Floyd] Have you seen Lochy anywhere?

- Lochy?

No, I haven't seen him.

- Bambi. - Last night,

I tried to talk to Mort.

- What the fuck? [thudding]

- [Floyd] Hey, what was that?

Is that Lochy?

- What?

Oh, it's nothing.

That was Floyd.

Do you think he heard? [flies buzzing]

- Nah.

- Randy, you've gotta go.

- After all I've done for you?

- You're too drunk to do anything anyway.

- Bullshit.

All right, you wait till tomorrow night, baby.

It's undeniable!

[footsteps descending] [flies buzzing]

[Bambi mumbles]

[car engine roars]

- There's somethin' weird goin' on, boys.

Just talkin' to Bambi,

she said she hadn't seen Lochy,

but I could fuckin' hear him in the background.

Fuckin' bitch!

- No, and wait until Randy finds out she's with Lochy.

We should go to Randy's right now and stir some shit.

- Nah, he's a prick.

- Oh, come on!

Watch him get angry. [Floyd scoffs]

- We'll go get him.

Come back with a couple of cases.

- Yeah, see ya, Floyd.

- Hey, put some fuckin' clothes on.

[upbeat funky music]

[car engine roars]

[knocking at door]

- Bugger it, Nick.

He's not here.

- He knew we were coming, right?

- Nah.

It's probably he's waiting at Bambi's house right now.

[Nick laughs] [footsteps clomping]

- Randy?

Where the fuck have you been, man?

- We reckon Lochy's rootin' Bambi, Randy.

- [laughs] Yeah?

- Yeah. [both laughing]

- I'd doubt it [laughs].

[thudding] [male grunts]

[electricity buzzing]

[car engine roars]

[body thuds] Surprise again!

- No, Randy, no! [feet stamping]

- [Randy] They had to go, Bambi.

They were catchin' on. - Fuck!

[flies buzzing]

Ah, shit!

- So are you gonna do your voodoo shit,

or you puttin' out first? [flies buzzing]

Hey, come here. - Wait!

Why is Fiendish naked?

[squelching] [Bambi groans]

- All right, enough's enough, baby.

No means fuckin' yes!

- Get the fuck off me! [Randy groans]

- God. [Randy coughs]

[intense dramatic music]

[Randy coughs]

[intense dramatic music continues]

[footsteps clomping]

- Come on.

Come on, Buck!

[phone rings]

- Yeah, hey Bambi, what's up?

- Hey, it's Randy.

He's fuckin' out of control.

Can you come over right away?

- I'm just around the corner.

- Look, I don't wanna ask- [Randy yells]

[Bambi screams]

- What the fuck?

[Bambi yells]

- Hurry the fuck up, Buck!

[footsteps clomping] [Bambi moans]

[Bambi groans]

- No escape this time, baby.

I fuckin' killed seven times for you,

and you just keep leadin' me on

like there's some kinda reward.

- No, I don't.

- Well, I'm here to collect.

Put out or I go to the cops.

- You're as guilty as I am.

You said yourself, you killed seven people.

[Bambi breathes heavily]

- Your word against mine.

Your faggot brother killed 'em,

and you slit their throats,

and when the cops see all that bullshit in your garage,

either way, you're fucked.

[thudding] [Bambi moans]

You're a fuckin' homo.

This is your last chance, Bambi.

You could've had me.

[footsteps clomping]

[door slams] [intense rock music]

[Randy grunts]

These things can't cut for shit.

[knocking at door]

[upbeat funky music]

[audience applauds on TV]

Hey, Floyd?

- Finally, someone's home.

Wanna drink?

- Yeah, yeah, sure.

You know, I can't hang around for too long.

- Oh, Christ, you're killing me.

Where the fuck have you been, anyway?

We were supposed to go drinkin' tonight with Mort.

Have you heard from him?

- Who?

[liquid sloshing] - Fuckin' Mort.

Man, I've been callin' the guy

all fuckin' day, leavin' messages.

He hadn't got back to me.

Oh, that's not like him, man.

Somethin' weird's goin' on.

How 'bout Lochy, you heard from him?

Same thing.

I was talking to Bambi on the phone,

and I know I heard him in the background,

but she fuckin' denied it.

Fuckin' bitch.

[pizza cutter clings]

Did you hear from Nick and Fiendish?

- No.

- Last I saw them,

they were coming over here for drinks.

Guess they never made it?

I don't know, man.

Somethin' weird's goin' on.

I think Bambi's livin' out her fuckin' movie.

[Randy scoffs]

- Grow up, it's nothin' like her film.

- Well, you know, in her movie, people are disappearing,

gettin' bumped off by the chick's fuckin' car.

- She hasn't killed anyone with her car, mate,

I promise you.

- Yeah, all right.

That night at the pub,

me and Mort were talkin' about how shitty her movie was,

and he reckons she overheard us.

Now, Mort's missing.

And you saw the way she was lookin' at that dead drunk guy.

- I've talked to her about that.

She's just coverin' for me.

- Well, I don't trust that bitch,

or her big buckin' brother.

- Don't you worry about that hunky nole prick.

He's weak as piss. [pizza cutter clings]

- I'm telling you, man,

she's living out her fuckin' movie.

You know, she told me everything.

She told me what you're doing.

She killed Mort, 'cause she fuckin' led him to her.

She's an evil bitch,

and you're her little fuckin' puppy.

That's what she calls you behind your back,

little fuckin' puppy.

Little fuckin' puppy!

[Floyd yells] [squelching]

Eat, fuck, shit.

Shit.

Dick, fuckin' cocksucker fuckin' bastard.

I love you.

Mother [mumbles].

[Randy groans]

[Floyd yells]

Shit, crack whore, you're a bitch.

[Floyd yells]

[upbeat rock music]

And I'll tell you somethin' else,

I'll kill that bitch before she gets me.

- You stay away from Bambi, mate.

I'll sort it out, all right?

It's probably nothin', I'll bet ya.

But you gotta go.

I need to crash out.

It's been a long day.

- [Floyd] All right.

Well, get drunk tomorrow night then.

- Yeah, sure. [door clatters open]

[door clatters shut]

[upbeat funky music]

[people laughing on TV] [pizza cutter clings]

[ominous dramatic music]

[car engine roars]

[engine rumbles] [footsteps clomping]

[gate squeaks and clangs]

[car door clatters open]

[door slams shut]

[engine revs]

- [Bambi] Are you sure it's a good place to dump bodies?

- [Buck] Look, I'll take you out there.

You can have a look around, and see what you think.

It'll do you the world of good

to get out of that house for a day.

- Yeah.

[intense dramatic music] [wind whipping]

[engine rumbles] [gear shift clanks]

[doors slam shut] [crickets chirping]

[door clatters and slams shut]

Fuck!

[phone rings] Fuck!

[phone continues ringing] [Bambi breathes heavily]

Hello?

- Hey, Bambi.

Missin' anything?

- Randy, you bastard!

You bring back my fucking car!

- Promise me you'll stop fucking me around

with your teasin' bullshit and I'll bring it back,

or else I'll stab it in the fuckin' heart.

- I promise, I promise.

Can you please not hurt my car?

Please?

- Right, let's go get that fuckin' cockroach right now!

- No, he's bringing it back.

If there is one fuckin' mark on it.

[car engine roars] [intense dramatic music]

[engine rumbles]

- Hey, Bambi.

I'm at the front.

No, I'm not comin' in

while that asshole of a brother of yours is here.

You think I'm fuckin' stupid?

I brought your car back. - Hey!

[car door clatters open]

- [Randy] What do you want, you fuckin' idiot?

This is between me and Bambi.

Won't stop me.

I know everything, you stupid prick.

♪ Fuck you

[engine revs] ♪ I'm just gonna move

♪ Fuck you [tires squealing]

- Buck, get out of the way!

[engine roars]

[thudding] [Bambi groans]

- Yes!

[engine revs]

[engine rumbles]

- Car ram shaw, gora, gora, V.

[engine revs] Car ram shaw,

gora, gora, V.

Car ram shaw, gora, gora, V.

[engine rumbles]

[heart pulsating]

Something's wrong?

Buck, something's wrong.

[engine sputtering]

The heart, something's wrong with it.

Go get the doctor.

- What doctor?

- And go around the front, idiot.

Go!

[upbeat rock music]

[car engine roars]

- Hey, hey, Doc! - What?

- Bambi needs ya.

- [Doctor] Why?

What's wrong with her?

- Just come on down to the garage, you'll find out.

Hurry!

[engine revs]

- Doc, Doc, you gotta do something!

- [Doctor] What's going on?

- Listen.

Listen to that.

What do you say?

Can you do something?

It's not running properly.

- Don't you realize I'm a dentist?

- It's the fuckin' blood, I know it!

- It's a car, and that's a bloody heart!

I'm a dentist.

Jesus Christ, what's going on here?

- Dentist?

Doctor, who gives a fuck!

You went to university!

Now, fix the fuckin' thing!

- Can't you fuckin' test something?

- It's a bloody car!

Look, you need roadside assistance or something.

- You'll fix the fuckin' car.

- How?

I mean, [breathes heavily] be reasonable.

- You can test blood, can't you?

- Yeah. [engine revs]

I would.

I guess...

I guess, we could...

No, we could use this.

- What?

What is it? - It's a blood testing kit.

It's high-tech.

It's new.

A doctor friend of mine gave it to me.

It gives you the instant results

of the blood composition of a patients.

- [Buck] So fuckin' use it!

- All right.

Look, put that where you can get some blood.

That's enough, that's enough.

- What?

What does it say?

- Hang on. - What does it say?

- Hang on, it takes a moment.

- Stop fucking around and tell us what it fucking says.

- All right, all right.

There's a lot of stuff in blood, you know?

Here we go.

Wait a minute [stammers].

- Oh, for fuck's sake!

- What?

- For fuck sake. - But what is it?

- Well, I don't know how to tell you this.

According to this thing,

your car's got AIDS.

- No, that fuckin' thing is wrong!

- No, it's supposed to be the latest thing.

[doctor stammers]

- You're gonna fix the fuckin' AIDS.

- What?

How?

I can't.

I mean, I can't fuckin' cure for AIDS.

Here?

Me?

No, mate.

- You'll fuckin' fix it, or you're fuckin' dead.

- There's no cure for AIDS, man.

[Doctor yells]

[breathing heavily]

Well, transfusion might be the only thing that works.

[Doctor breathes heavily] [gunshot blasts]

[heart pulsating]

- Car ram shaw, gora, gora, V.

Car ram shaw, gora, gora, V.

Car ram shaw, gora, gora, V.

- [Both] Car ram shaw, gora, gora, V.

Car ram shaw, gora, gora, V.

[footsteps clomping] [car engine rumbles]

[gloves rustling]

[footsteps clomping]

[car door squeaks open]

[door slams shut]

[heart pulsating]

[engine rumbling]

[marker scratching]

- Hey!

Since we put the ox heart in,

my car's taken in seven souls.

If I just get one more,

my car will take on a life of its own.

[Buck scoffs]

- Look, Bambi, you're my sister.

I love you.

I'd do anything for you.

But you're fuckin' mental if you think that's gonna happen.

[Bambi laughs]

- Hey, you wanna go for a drive?

- What, drop them off?

- No, I'll do it later.

I want some pleasure out of this.

[car door clatters open and squeaks]

[door slams shut]

[engine rumbles] [Bambi sighs]

Can you believe the bullshit

that I've had to go through just to run my car, Buck?

[heart pulsating] [Buck chuckles]

- Hey, you could've just robbed a blood bank.

[engine rumbles] [both laughing]

[footsteps clomping] [Floyd sighs]

[knocking at door]

[knocking at door continues]

- Lochy!

[footsteps clomping]

Lochy, man, you in here?

This is fuckin' bullshit.

[engine rumbles] - Fuck!

Geez, this car runs smooth.

Well, you can actually feel

the heart beating through the whole thing.

- Yeah. [heart pulsating]

It's awesome.

[intense dramatic music]

[door clatters open]

[door slams]

[footsteps clomping]

[Floyd coughs]

- Oh, god! [flies buzzing]

[bag rustling]

Oh, god!

God!

She's livin' in her fuckin' movie.

[gun clanks]

There's a bullet for Bambi, the B-grade bitch.

[flies buzzing]

[engine rumbles] [heart pulsating]

- Hey, listen, I've got a job to get to.

Do you reckon you could drop us off?

- Where's your car?

- Parked around the corner from your house,

so that fuckin' weasel, Randy, wouldn't see me coming.

[both laughing]

[Bambi sighs]

[engine rumbles]

- Hey, Buck?

Thanks.

- Hey, just do us a favor, and get rid of those bodies.

Especially that Adrienne carcass.

You and Randy, you didn't?

- No!

[laughs] No.

[Buck sighs]

You can get out for that.

[door clatters open]

[door slams shut]

- Hey, I'll call you tomorrow, eh?

[clicks teeth]

[car engine rumbles]

[ominous dramatic music]

[intense dramatic music]

[car engine roars]

[intense dramatic music continues]

[gun clicks]

[engine roars]

[gunshot blasts] [Bambi gasps]

[thudding]

[eyeball plops]

[intense dramatic music continues]

[car engine roars]

[Bambi gagging]

[object clatters]

[Bambi groans]

- Car ram shaw, gora, gora, V.

[Bambi gagging] [heart pulsating]

Car ram shaw, gora, gora, V.

[heart continues pulsating]

[engine sputtering]

[heart continues pulsating]

[intense dramatic music]

- [Dr. Voodoo Munguvern] Car ram shaw, gora, gora, V.

[all screaming]

[heart pulsating] [upbeat rock music]

♪ Fuel my desires

[car engine revs]

[tires squealing] ♪ Was drivin' me insane

[tires continue squealing]

[engine roars] ♪ It's beautiful

♪ But just the same

♪ My car is drivin' me insane

♪ Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Do

♪ I thought that I was pretty smart ♪

[female laughs]

♪ 'Cause I am, you know

♪ Now my car's got a lot of heart ♪

[female laughs]

♪ My car is drivin' me insane

♪ Fuel my desires

[upbeat rock music continues]

♪ Now as I surely lose control

[female laughs]

♪ My car is sucking out my soul ♪

♪ My car is drivin' me insane

[upbeat rock music continues]

♪ Fuel my desire

[upbeat rock music continues]

[female laughs]