Have you seen Bud?
- Who?
Hey Ace, wait up.
You want to talk about it?
- Talk about what?
Why are you so mad at me?
- I'm not mad at you.
I'm not.
- All right. DK.
Debbi?
- What?
I've been thinking.
Now that we got some money,
and Archie's gone...
don't you think
it's time we settled down?
Get a little house?
I want you to have my baby.
- Why?
I don't know.
Everybody does it.
And it just seems
like the thing to do.
Asshole.
Let's do the job!
Duke! Debbi! What are you doing here?
What's it look like, Ace?
- Against the wall!
I'll kill him! I kill everybody!
Drop it, motherfucker!
Shit!
Is it too late to get
romantically involved?
A little.
Wait! Stick with me,
and I'll make you a repo wife.
Bollucks!
Here!
I'm here, man.
The lights are growing dim.
I know a life of crime led me
to this sorry fate...
And yet,
I blame society.
Society made me
what I am.
Bullshit! You're a white
suburban punk, just like me.
But it still hurts.
You're gonna be all right.
Maybe not.
He's dead all right. - No doubt.
- A goner. - Man.
Booth's setting him on fire.
The car!
The Chevy Malibu! Where's the car?
You better stay out of this.
- Why? - It's none of your business.
You want to be a hero?
I'd rather be a chicken man. - A what?
A chicken man.
Did you ever see a farmer's wife?
Let go of me!
It's peaceful, man.
The Malibu!
Let's go!
No, wait. My car's gone, and we're
going to get to the bottom of this.
Like hell we are.
Not in my face!
Freeze, Marlene!
My face!
- Dver my dead body.
If that's how you want it.
- Come and get me. Come on!
I've been wanting to for a long time.
- Come on.
Come on, if you're man enough.
- Hey Plettsch!
Coffee break!
Good evening, Dtto.
This is Agent Rogersz.
I'm going to
ask you a few questions.
Since time is short and you may lie,
I'm going to have to torture you.
But I want you to know,
it isn't personal.
This isn't really necessary. I'll
tell you anything you want to know.
Good. Where is the Malibu?
- I don't know.
Somebody
ripped it from the yard.
I don't think he knows.
- Increase the voltage!
But what if he's innocent?
- No one is innocent. Proceed.
Look at them. High heels,
hairnets, ridiculous trenchcoats,
how pathetic!
Agent Rogersz, they're getting away!
- It's all part of the plan.
Dtto, pull yourself together.
Marlene!
What's going on?
- We're going to the hospital.
Dr. Benway to surgery.
Hey, I know you! You're the one
who ran into my trash.
Shh yourself!
Visiting hours are now over.
Thank you.
Dut of order. Take the stairs.
Mr. Lee:
Mr. Lee:
Please return the scalpel, Mr. Lee.
Let me see that.
All wrong! Do it over.
...and they won't pick it up.
- Isn't it a shame?
It comes to something when
they expect you to pick it up.
How are you doing?
- Ask him about the Malibu.
About that night,
I'm sorry I split.
I should have stayed with you.
But when I was a kid, I had
this set of big wheels...
Please, quiet in the stairwell.
A very sad and
unchristian thing just happened.
A sweet old lady's
car was stolen,
a Chevy Malibu.
Brothers and sisters please,
if you've seen this car,
call this toll-free number.
Shit.
- Praise the Lord!
Go, go!
Come on!
Let's go!
Don't shoot! All right!
Chickenshits!
Where's the Malibu?
Don't even ask,
because I don't know.
I don't have it, neither does Marlene,
nor you or your crazy friends.
So that leaves...
Where is he? - Where the fuck is he?
- He is risen. Holy...
Later!
- Bye bye!
Here's another weird one: apparently,
a hail of ice cubes is coming down
south of downtown. Scientists
are at a loss to explain...
Some weird fucking shit, eh?
What's going on?
- Shit!
11 years of repoing cars,
and what have I got? Shit!
Bud, listen: You're sitting in a car
worth 20,000 dollars.
Look, we turn it in and
split the money, 60-40, you and me.
Who gets the 60%, kid?
Well, I thought,
since I found the car first, that...
that you'd