Repo Jake (1990) - full transcript
Jake Baxter takes a job as a repoman with hopes of living the quiet life. Plans go sour when he's whipped into supersonic action, involving a vicious crime lord, a mob of angry car owners, a sadistic porno ring and lastly a brutal, illegal and very lethal car race known throughout L.A.'s underworld as the "Slam Track."
[music playing]
[INDISTINCT SPEECH OVER
LOUDSPEAKER]
Hey!
Somebody stop that guy!
JAKE: Hey!
Hey!
Whoa!
[gasp]
Ah!
Ugh!
Come on!
Come on, you son of a bitch!
JENNY: Oh my god!
I think this is yours.
Oh, thank you so much.
It's OK.
I can't believe this happened.
My name's Jennifer Hansen.
Hi.
Is there anything
I can do for you?
Oh, don't mention
it, it's all right.
There must be something
I can do, anything?
Well, I am looking
for a place to rent.
A place to rent.
Um-- oh, of course!
Hey, my building.
This guy, he just moved out.
It's right down the block there.
Let me write it down.
It's 738 Palm Street.
Just right on the corner, there.
Thanks a million.
That's real nice of you.
Sure, no problem.
So I guess I'll
see you later, huh?
Yeah.
All right.
See you later.
Hey, what's your name?
My name's Jake, Jake Baxter.
Well, Jake, welcome to LA.
Yeah, thanks.
You OK, pal?
Hey, have a nice day!
LAVINIA: $550 a month,
utilities included,
and you owe me first and last.
Are you married?
JAKE: Not anymore, huh uh.
LAVINIA: Good.
Then you owe me just first.
That'll be great, thanks.
You wouldn't happen to have
any girlfriends, would you?
No.
Wonderful.
Now, I don't mind you bringing
a lady home for a night or two,
but should she decide to
spend many evenings here,
you're going to have
to pay me an extra--
mm, $100 a month.
Well, you don't have
to worry about that.
Wonderful.
Well, what do you think?
I like it.
I'd like to call it home.
Good.
Is there anything
else I can do for you?
Yeah, I need to know where
I can find K&K Repoers.
Oh.
Oh, that's over on Waterhill.
Hey, just a minute.
Are you behind in a payment?
No.
I'm just getting a job as
a repo man, that's all.
All right, I thought you
looked like an honest guy.
Thank you very much.
You're welcome.
What's your name?
Lavinia Krott.
That's quite exotic.
BULLDOG: Well let me ask
you something, Detective.
Since when is it not a
crime to shoot at somebody?
He shot at me, the son
of a bitch went crazy!
His car, I'm hot wiring it.
He comes out with a 12 gauge.
Yeah, I'll hold.
Yes?
I'm Jake, Jake Baxter.
No, no, no, I'm fine.
He shot the shit out of the car.
Scuse me?
Hey, do you mind?
I'm on the phone.
Sorry.
BULLDOG: 3469 West Bradley.
Yeah.
Yeah, that sounds good.
Hey, listen, if you get
him, let me know, OK?
I want to kick him in the ass.
Yeah, I appreciate it.
Bye.
I can't believe this crap.
The son of a bitch is going
to kill me over a car.
That's too bad.
- Who are you?
- Jake Baxter.
Oh yeah, yeah, Missouri.
No, Minnesota.
Yeah, whatever.
Hey, listen, like I told
you on the telephone,
you get three times
the owner's payments.
If the payment's
$100, you get $300.
No bullshit, no insurance,
no advances, and no benefits.
Hey, I don't want to hear
anything about double keys.
If I had the key to the car, I'd
have my grandmother go get it.
OK?
Sounds good to me.
OK.
Come with me,
You finished with
this car yet, Jam?
No.
But check it out, Skid.
(RAPPING) I ain't no
Einstein, but I ain't no dope,
and it's clear to see
that we're losing hope.
The world has no honor,
the world has no class--
SKID: So you can just--
[record scratch imitation]
--kiss my ass.
That's not bad for
a Wonder Bread boy.
BULLDOG: Hold the work.
Gather round, girls.
This is Jake Baxter, so show him
around, help him out, show him
what a great team we've got.
Team?
BULLDOG: This is Darnell Jones.
Call me Jam.
Wassup?
How you doing, Jam?
BULLDOG: And Waldo, Skidmark.
One piece of advice, bro.
Quit.
[laughter]
These are mechanics,
Blondie and Amos.
You tell him to clean his car?
BULLDOG: Oh yeah, clean
the shit out of the cars
that you bring in.
If you get a few dents in them,
don't worry, he'll fix them up.
But wash them, wax them
before you get paid.
I don't want to have to do it.
He'd have to get up.
I heard that, Skid!
[car horn honks]
Ah, this is Lippy.
Son of a bitch!
Asshole!
Bastard!
BLONDIE: As you can tell,
he's a real fun guy.
What happened, Lippy?
Your boyfriend
wasn't in the mood?
Same that always happens.
Why do I always get
the shit pick ups?
You didn't get the car?
No, I didn't get the car.
Well, what a surprise.
Hey, up yours, Jam.
You always get the easy ones.
Someone give the
poor guy a tissue.
[imitates a baby crying]
Man-- wasn't my fault.
JAKE: Hey, uh, excuse me.
I wouldn't mind
giving it a shot.
Who the fuck is this?
I'm Jake Baxter.
You want it?
You got it.
It's an easy $700, good luck.
Thanks.
Hey, come on, Jake,
I'll give you a city map.
He can't repo cars,
he can't repo trucks.
He's got a million excuses--
--but he really sucks!
[laughter]
(SARCASTIC) Oh you guys are
so funny, you're breaking me up.
[engine revving]
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING AND
LAUGHING]
[tires squealing]
Want these, Mr. Repo Man?
Come and get them!
Come on, old man, just
a little bit closer.
[tires squealing]
Here you go, Repo Man.
She's all yours.
[knocking on door]
Hey.
Hi.
Come on in.
I really can't.
It's from the
welcoming committee.
Hey, this is nice,
thank you very much.
Sure.
Where I'm from, they
only give you an apple pie.
This is great.
Well, I gotta go.
Wait a second,
you want to have
a cup of coffee or something.
Oh, I really can't.
I've got an audition to get to.
Are you an actress?
Trying to be an actress.
I work in a plant shop, though.
Actress working in a plant shop.
Go figure.
How about you?
Did you find work yet?
You bet.
I'm working as a repo agent.
A repo agent?
That's kind of risky, isn't it?
It's OK.
It's not too bad.
I really gotta run.
I'll drop by again.
Maybe I'll bring
your another plant.
Thanks a million.
Yeah, my place could
use a little help.
[laugh] Bye.
Bye.
Good luck today.
Thanks!
Yo, Jake!
What's up?
Exactly what did
you do in the Army?
I was in the Marines.
Machine maintenance, why?
You ever work on choppers?
Why?
Can you fly one?
Who wants to know?
This chopper for repo came
over the computer today.
How much?
$3,000.
I'll take it.
Hey, you didn't
answer my question.
What was the question?
Can you fly one?
Come on, like riding a bike.
Once you know how,
you never forget.
See ya.
Yeah, but can you fly one?
Move closer!
Get off!
Get off!
[shouting]
Get off!
[yelling]
MAN 1: Help me!
Help me!
Help!
Get off!
MAN 2: Yeah, I'll be
coming home around 6:30,
and if you'd make the
goulash that you make,
[inaudible] and Roger
are coming over.
WIFE: [inaudible]
Mhm.
OK, bye, honey.
What do you think?
You've got quite
a collection here.
The Duke's my favorite, though.
JENNY: Isn't he great?
I just love those old westerns.
My pleasure.
Looks real nice.
[inaudible]
Thank you.
Mm.
You don't like it, do you?
Oh, this is swell.
I've never tasted
anything quite like it.
No it's not.
It's bad, isn't it?
No, it's good.
My mother warned me something
like this would happen.
I'm sorry.
She warn you
about anything else?
As a matter of fact, they both
warned me not to move out here.
They don't like what
I'm trying to do.
They want me to move
back, and get married,
and have a nice family.
Something stupid like that.
Yeah, that's real stupid.
JENNY: You know what I mean.
They want me to go back home.
And where is home?
JENNY: Colorado.
How about you?
JAKE: Minnesota.
Where the Minnesota
Vikings are from.
We're the Halloween
capital of the world.
JAKE: Why do they
call it the capital?
Well, we have the greatest
parade you've ever seen.
JENNY: Sounds like a blast.
So what do you
think of California?
Little loud.
Sunny, hot.
Then why are you here?
Make some money.
You can't do that back there?
I got to make
some quick money.
Why?
You ask lot of questions,
you know that, don't you.
Well, you should be grateful.
Most people out here don't
ask questions at all.
They just like to answer them.
Well, this must
be my lucky day.
I had a nice little
business back in Minnesota,
then the highway came
right through there
and took all my business away.
Now the bank wants
to repossess my lot.
If I don't come up with
$60,000 in three months,
I'm stuck out here.
Well, we wouldn't
want you to be
stuck out here in this
torture chamber, would we?
Don't they repo cars back there?
Yeah, sure they repo cars, but
business is booming out here.
Shows you what kind
of state it is.
Listen, talking about
repoing cars, I've got to go.
I really do.
Why?
I gotta go repo a car.
Just eat and run, huh?
Listen, this was swell,
I'll never forget this meal,
but I'll make it up to you.
I promise.
OK?
Fair enough.
Hey, thanks a million.
Thanks a lot.
Sure.
What the hell do you
think you're doing?
I'm repoing this car,
that's what I'm doing.
No you're not.
Hey, man!
You know, I bet you can
work this thing out, Tiny.
You know, I think we
can work this thing out.
Oh, man, this isn't
a whole lot of fun.
Agh!
All right, big boy.
Now drop the crowbar, nice
and easy, and not on my feet.
Good boy.
Now back away from your car--
No!
Ow!
Nice and easy.
Isn't this fun?
Yeah.
All right.
Now take the keys out of your
pocket, and give them to me.
That's it.
Come over to my car.
Open the door for me.
No!
(SHOUTING) Open the door!
That's nice.
That's nice.
I really hate to
go, but I gotta.
[tires squeal]
[horn honks]
[waldo snoring]
[engine revving]
BULLDOG: All right, girls,
listen up, here we go.
Skidmark, '74 Winnebago.
ASAP, I've got a
lot more for you.
Shit.
Uh, Waldo.
'88 Pontiac and a '66 Mercedes.
You want them both at once?
Hey, you're a big
guy, you can do it.
Jam.
JAM: Yo.
Bring it back in one piece.
[laugh] Don't I always?
Sure.
Hey, Lippy.
MAN 2: Yo.
'85 Grand Am.
You try and bring it back.
I do try.
Jake.
Uh, I've got a Dodge
Ram and then a Chevy.
Owner's name is Clarence.
Watch yourself.
Don't worry about it.
Yeah.
Whoa.
Just who the hell are you?
Scuse me.
I'm Martin Ray from K&K Repo.
We have to take your
Winnebago, ma'am.
Why?
You're overdue.
Now that's impossible, I sent
the payment in a month ago.
I'm sorry, ma'am, that's
none of my concern, really.
I have to take the Winnebago.
Are you sure?
Positive.
You mean there isn't
something that we
might be able to work out?
Yeah.
OK, I'll see you
back at the shop.
Good luck.
Thanks.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Here, you better take
this, you're gonna need it.
Believe me, you're
gonna need it.
Ow!
Be careful, huh?
You OK?
You OK?
Jesus.
[panting]
[motorboat sounds]
Hey, take it.
LIPPY: [inaudible]
repo man, [inaudible]
Where do you think
you're going, huh, where
do you think you're going?
Ow!
You're biting me.
Sorry.
Slow down.
[music playing]
MAN 3: Hey, what the hell?
Get [inaudible].
Get away!
Get out of here!
ANNOUNCER: Woohoo, lookout!
Earl Philman and
Jerry Johnson just
popped each other's cherry.
BLONDIE: Check it out, Jake.
Some people got
their Monday Night
Football, or baseball playoffs.
We got this, the Slam Track.
War on wheels.
Lunatics with
nothing better to do
put their last dime into
building one of the stockers.
And then they lock up
their sanity for the day
and beat the hell
out of each other.
Hell of a sport.
Everyone loves to watch,
trying to see a wreck,
because it always happens.
Maybe catch a glimpse
of blood, you know?
A guy got his throat
torn out here one.
JAM: The only good
thing is the cash.
Next week is the
annual championship.
Winner gets $75,000.
You think this is wild?
Wait till next week.
Got that right
Yeah, but isn't this illegal?
Ah, nobody complains.
Cops overlook it.
Hell, some of them
even get involved.
Blondie, check that out.
Is that Lincoln King?
It sure is.
Who in the hell
is Lincoln King?
JAM: [inaudible],, hustler,
gangster, pusher, thief.
You name it, he steals it.
I gotta his repo his car.
What?
You gotta repo
Lincoln King's car?
Hey, no big deal.
We've been repoing that
dude's cars for years.
He looks like big
money, but he's just
another nickel and dime crook.
JAKE: Looks like
an asshole to me.
ANNOUNCER: All right, I see
you guys watching the girls.
Watch the cars!
Look out!
It's getting crazy out there.
They're coming
around the last turn
now, [inaudible] He's coming
up, they're going to kiss!
[inaudible] Yeah!
You enjoying yourself, ladies?
ANNOUNCER: Once again,
they're side by side.
They're getting sideways.
They're getting crazy.
All right, keep your eyes on
them, keep your eyes on them.
Oh, thank you.
[inaudible] wants
to talk to you.
[inaudible]
ANNOUNCER: They're doing
the other [inaudible],,
and that's why they
call it the Slam Track!
Ladies, stay here.
ANNOUNCER: You gotta be more
than crazy to drive this thing,
you gotta have a
frontal lobotomy.
All right, here we go!
I figured I'd
find you here, King.
You're so predictable.
I'll have your
money, Mr. Kovar.
I give you my word.
Why you cheap,
penny-sucking [inaudible]..
Your word don't mean nothing.
So keep it.
Give me the money you owe me.
Yeah, yeah.
Just take a little
time, you know?
I keep giving you time.
You keep blowing it.
I'm sorry.
So am I. You've got to
understand something, King.
You are just a second rate punk
I could blow away in my sleep.
You gotta stick to what
you know, whores and drugs.
That's what I
invested my money in.
No--
Not to be bet on
a goddamn car race.
No, Mr. Kovar, you
invested your money in me.
Let me tell you something.
If I see you here again
before I get my $57,000 back,
I'm going to blow you away.
Now get outta here.
ANNOUNCER: --because there ain't
nothing like it anywhere else.
KOVAR: [non-english speech]
All right, let's go.
Hey, man, it's the other door.
Listen, Leon, how
many girls do we got?
12 or 13 working
the street right now.
Got to get some new blood.
Shit, man, we need
some more action.
All right, listen.
I want all of our girls,
every one of them, in one bed
and out the other.
And none of this
client screening
bullshit we've been doing.
We find some hockey puck
wearing a hockey mask
and carrying a pickax, he
wants one of our girls,
he's got them.
We're gonna make
this money, Leon.
We're going to make this
money, and we're going
to shove it up Kovar's ass.
SKID: I paid $900 for it, man.
This thing's got two
amplifiers, subwoofers,
LED quartz, CD, DAT, DVB
in those speakers, man.
I'm telling you, an
entertainment system I
paid $4,000 for, all that shit.
Holy.
I'm even going to get a
cellulite phone for $350.
[inaudible] cellular.
Cellular phones.
Yeah.
Ah, Jake, man.
You making some buck here, huh?
You bet I am.
Uh, could you
spot me $20, man?
Yo, if you give
him that money,
you'll never see the cash again.
He owes everybody in here money.
Don't let me down, Skid.
Thanks, bro.
Hey, how you doing, Jam?
Hey Blondie, did you ever hear
the story about this blind man
standing on a corner
with a seeing eye dog,
waiting for the light to change?
The dog pisses on his leg.
The blind man takes out a
cookie and gives it to the dog.
The guy behind him says,
"I can't believe this!
Your dog pissed on
your leg, and you're
giving him a cookie, why?"
He says, "I wanted to
see where his mouth is,
so I could kick him in the ass!"
[laughing]
Hey, check it out.
Waldo's sleeping again.
Quick, get the
[inaudible] stick.
[waldo snoring]
BLONDIE: Shh!
[waldo snoring]
AMOS: [quiet laughing]
Hey Waldo.
Waldo, get up.
Bulldog wants you to get
this Grand Prix, ASAP.
[tires squeal]
[inaudible] Jake, you?
I'm all right.
Hey, Jam, what're you doing?
Hey, Jake, what's up?
- Not much.
- All right.
How's things?
All right, just
working on my car.
Blondie, did you
want to see me?
Hey, Jake.
What do you think?
It's nice.
I built them myself.
I've been working on
this for almost a year.
It's got a 350 with a Harley
on it, full raised cam, even
swapped some gears in the rear.
Built it for the
Slam Track, did you?
The championship, $75,000.
Well, why are you
telling me this?
How would you like
to make an investment?
You gotta be kidding me.
Well, you didn't
even hear it yet!
Listen, Blondie,
that's not a goddamn toy.
People get killed
with these things.
We haven't buried anybody yet.
Will you listen to me?
Now, this thing was built
for one reason; to win,
and it's going to win,
no doubt in my mind.
Now the entrance fee is $5,000.
That's where you come in.
I got two, you invest
the other $3,000.
I enter the race,
I win, that $75K.
I give you back the $3,000,
plus another $15,000.
That's a hell of a
deal if you ask me.
Well, I'm not asking you.
Hey Jake, that's
a 500% profit, how
could you not be interested?
I'm talking about a
no lose, can't lose,
impossible to lose situation.
Can you drive that thing?
Watch this.
Hey, Jam.
JAM: Yeah?
How would you like to do
a couple laps for 100 clams?
You're on.
It's like taking
candy from a baby.
[engines revving]
[tires squealing]
Yeah!
Woo!
[laughter]
What'd I tell you,
this guy's on fire!
What was the time
on that, Bulldog?
1:48.
Hot damn!
Let me see that, 1:48?
Gimme that helmet.
Hey, what're you doing?
Going for a little ride.
Time me, Bulldog.
OK.
[inaudible],, what
the fuck is he doing?
I don't know.
I'm timing him.
[engine revving]
[tires squealing]
BLONDIE: What is it?
[inaudible] seconds.
19 seconds.
He got 38 seconds.
Damn, he's good!
He sure beat the hell
out of your time.
[laugh]
BULLDOG: [laughter]
BLONDIE: Hey, Jake, where'd
you learn to drive like that?
See you tomorrow.
BLONDIE: Wait, what
about my offer?
Let me think about it.
KING: You want this?
Yes, Lincoln.
So.
You want this, huh?
Yes, Lincoln.
What're you
going to do for it?
Work harder.
How much harder?
- $700 a night.
- $700 a night.
You know, I don't think
you fully understand.
I want $700 every night.
I don't care what
you have to do,
I don't care how many
tricks you have to turn,
I don't care if you don't get
a minute's rest. $700 a night.
(TEARFUL) OK.
Do I make myself clear?
Yes, Lincoln.
PORN DIRECTOR: All
right, everybody ready?
ACTORS: Yeah.
Absolutely.
All right,
people, let's do it.
Camera ready?
All right, let's go.
Let's do it.
Action.
All right let's go.
Now start real, real slow.
Take off her robe.
That's it, that's it, perfect.
Now start on her neck, work
your way down to her breast,
ooh, good.
Good, good, good.
Jessica, now move your
ass up a little bit, baby.
Stick it out a little bit, baby.
That's right.
That's good, honey.
Good, good.
Perfect, perfect.
That's it, now make it sensuous.
You're in love.
You're in love, you're
happy, make it good.
Good, good, perfect,
perfect, perfect!
Good, real good!
Keep it going, good, good!
[inaudible]
Yeah we're going to do
that one next, honey, OK?
Good stuff, huh?
KING: What's going here?
What do you mean,
what's going on here?
I see-- I see two people
doing a little kissy kissy,
and I see a bunch of girls
walking around in bikinis.
What is this, a beach movie?
Hey, it's in my
script, I got--
(YELLING) Fuck the script!
These girls can't read!
I want you to go out and
hire three black guys.
People like to see black guys
fucking white, blonde women.
Here's your plot.
They all just took a love drug.
They all got their clothes
off, and they're fucking
and they're sucking the
shit out of each other,
and that's the move
you're going to make.
You got it?
Yeah, I got it.
Scumbag.
Ah!
Oh!
Oh!
Jiminy crickete,
prick bastard.
You trying to take my car?
Please, I'm just
repossessing your car.
LEON: Dead sucker!
[gun cocking]
Oh god, please.
No, no.
[gun clicks]
KING: If I ever see
you here again, prick,
this gun won't be empty.
Throw him in the street, Leon.
Hi.
What are you doing here?
I'm OK, Bulldog.
Why don't you take
a couple of days off?
I'm OK, thanks.
Mr. Tough Guy.
Hey, guys.
Hey man, how you doing?
I'm OK.
Yeah?
Yeah, I repo one car all year
and look what happens, huh?
[inaudible] King, that
prick son of a bitch.
Hey, Jake.
Look at you.
Can I talk to you in private?
Bye, guys.
Anything I can do for
you, kid, just let me know.
See you later, man.
Did you do something you
weren't supposed to do?
No.
That doesn't matter now.
Listen, my car's going to
win no matter who drives it.
Hey man, forget
about it, will ya?
Listen to me, Jake.
I built that thing to race
and it's going to race.
And it's yours.
Just win.
Hey, Blondie, man,
I don't drive anymore.
What was the other day, huh?
An accident?
You gotta do it, Jake, for me.
Look, you win, you keep $65,000.
Just let me have $10,000
for the cost of the car.
I just want to see
that thing win, OK?
Why did this have
to happen, huh?
Look, I gotta go.
See you around, Jake.
We'll see you later, son.
Hey, Bulldog?
Yeah, Jake?
Do me a favor, would you,
give me the repo slip on King.
No.
Come on, man, why not?
Because it's bad for business.
I don't like my repo
men walking around
with casts on their arms.
No way, Jake, forget it.
KING: OK, Lea, honey, you want
to move into the light, please?
Little more to your left.
There you go.
OK, now give me a big smile.
[camera snaps] Good.
Lift your chin up, big smile.
[camera snaps]
OK, angle your
body a little bit.
That's it.
[camera snaps] Big smile.
Good, good.
You know what?
Take your hair down.
Be free, you know,
the shampoo girl.
There you go,
swing it out, fluff
your hair up a little bit.
That's it.
Yeah, yeah, OK.
Swing your hair and
give me a big smile.
Good, good.
Turn the other way.
Great, one more.
Oh, that's wonderful.
Sweetheart, you're a
natural, you know that?
You've done this
before, haven't you?
- No.
- No?
You haven't done this before?
Jeez, you're very beautiful.
Hey, don't worry.
Listen, how much money do you
make in this burger place?
$97.45 a week.
$97.45 a week.
That's a lot of money, isn't it?
Mhm.
You know, I can pay you
that in about an hour.
Really?
Mm.
But you know what I
need you to do is to--
take your top down.
Don't worry, all
the stars do it.
You want to be in the
movies, don't you?
Yeah.
All the stars, you know,
they won Academy Awards
for taking off their clothes.
- Yeah.
Sure.
So here, let me help you.
There we go.
There you go.
It's just pictures,
nothing to worry about.
Good, All the way down.
Can I help you, man?
KING: Very nice.
LEON: Can I help you?
JAKE: You Lincoln King?
Yeah.
You got a red 450SL
out in the parking lot?
KING: Yeah, so what's it to you?
I'm here to repossess it.
I'd like the key.
You kidding me?
No, but I'm a little pissed.
Oh!
Develop this.
Here's a little trip You're
really going to like.
[horn honking]
Wow.
Holy shit, he's
got King's car!
SKID: How'd you get it?
He left the keys in it.
LIPPY: Oh man, how come I
never get that kind of luck?
That's son of a
bitch is going to be
him one mean ass mood
when he finds out his car
has been repoed.
He already knows.
He knows, man?
You bet.
Say, about that
$20 I owe ya, huh?
You're all right,
Skid, thanks.
Say, Blondie tells us you're
going to be racing his car.
Yeah.
Well, uh.
He won't be needing
us for his pit crew.
Looks like you'll need us now.
Yeah, I'd like that.
Hey, Bulldog.
BULLDOG: Yeah?
Happy birthday.
It's been a long time.
JAKE: Uh-- yes,
it certainly has.
Too long.
JAKE: What do you mean?
I thought you were
happy when I left town
to become a boxing champion.
I thought I was, too.
But after you left,
I became lonesome.
Very, very lonesome.
You filled a space in me, in my
life, that no one else could.
My bed is cold and unfeeling,
my sheets are crisp and dry.
My body is restless.
Come back to me, to my
life, to my arms, my lips.
You have a line, Jake.
Oh, yeah.
You betrayed me, and now
you're changing your mind?
How can I trust you again?
Don't.
Just love me.
Oh, wait a minute.
You're really not going
to kiss this guy, are you?
[laugh] It's
called acting, dear.
Yeah, but you really
don't kiss the guy, do you?
Huh?
You really are from
the Midwest, aren't you?
You bet I am,
and I'm proud of.
You know, to
tell you the truth,
I really wish I met
more guys like you.
Yeah, well, remember?
You wouldn't let guys like me.
We're the kind of guys who
like to have nice little home,
nice cozy little family.
That kind of a thing.
JENNY: I almost forgot.
Any luck getting your $60,000.
Yeah, I met some guys, we're
going to do a little auto
racing with them [inaudible].
Racing?
Have you ever done that before?
Eh, a little bit.
Not bad at it.
You want to try and
finish this scene?
OK, where were we?
It was right after the kiss.
Yeah.
That was wonderful.
Yeah, some things
never change.
I love you.
Do you want to make love?
Yeah.
(LAUGHING) We're [inaudible]
Hey, look, I can't do this.
Jake, won't you relax?
No, I-- this is not me.
I gotta--
- Jake!
- I gotta go.
- Come on.
- I'm outta here.
Jake!
I'll see you later.
[laughter]
[soft music playing]
That's nice.
What is it?
That's Jam He's
good, isn't he?
He's great.
God, I love rooftops at night.
Gives you the feeling you're the
only person in the whole world.
It's not easy feeling
you get around here.
Tough to get the feeling
anywhere, nowadays.
I bet I know what
kind of kid you were.
I bet you were the kind
of kid whose best friend
was a frog in his
pocket, dog as his side,
hunting with your dad.
Well, that sounds
good, but not quite.
I grew up in the Bronx.
You grew up in the Bronx?
Yeah.
My dad got me
interested in racing,
so I raced for quite a few
years, and then I quit that.
Moved to Minnesota.
JAKE: What'd you do that for?
Oh, god.
I was married for a long time,
and my wife got real ill.
She was in the hospital,
and I was driving
for this race team
at the time, and she
begged me to stay with her.
I had to go drive this race,
which was real important to me
at the time.
I won the race, I came back,
and my wife had passed away.
After that, I just
kind of quit racing.
What was that important race?
Time trials for the Indy 500.
You would've been
in the Indy 500?
With the time I had,
they said I could have won.
And you just quit?
Just gave it up?
Well, after my wife
died it just didn't seem
that important to me anymore.
Now I think about it, I
wished I wouldn't've quit.
Hey, you want another beer?
I'd love one.
You'll come right back?
I'll be right back.
Be careful.
[TIRES SQUEALING ON STREET
BELOW]
[indistinct talking]
Jennifer?
Jenny?
Jenny?
Jake!
[crying]
Stay back, man!
You know, I could have Stan
here increase the pressure
of that hold a couple
of pounds and your neck
would snap like a chicken's.
But I'm not going to do
that, cause I'm a nice guy.
But don't you ever, ever come
after me like that again,
or I will kill you, you fucker!
[crying]
Put him down.
You son of a bitch bastard,
I oughta slit your throat
from ear to ear, right now.
But you see, I can't
do that, because I've
got this little problem,
you see, I gotta
make a lot of cash, right away.
So I'm going to bet
all of my money.
But you see, I only
bet on sure things.
And by sheer luck, I think
I found this sure thing.
It's you, at the Slam
Track championship.
Now, I want to make perfectly
sure you understand exactly
what is riding on you tomorrow.
If you win, hey, it's cool.
I forget about the little
tussle we had the other day.
I might even make a car payment.
But if you say, come in second--
you lose.
So you know what my
advice to you is?
Win.
Now you get a good
night's sleep,
and you show up at that
track tomorrow, and you win.
Good luck tomorrow.
As a matter of fact, let's see
how good your reflexes are.
[screams]
Hang on.
It's all right.
It's all right.
I'll get you some
water, hang on.
[gasping for breath]
JAKE: I'm really sorry.
[crying] Who were they?
Who were they?
Don't worry about those guys.
Listen, I want you
to do me a favor.
Listen to me.
You gotta go to Colorado
for at least a month.
No.
You got to do what
I tell you to do.
What are you going to do?
Don't worry about me.
No, Jake.
We can-- we can go somewhere.
We can leave together tonight.
We can going to Minnesota--
No.
Yes, come on.
You gotta go to Colorado,
just like I told you to do.
You understand?
Jake, no.
You've got to do
what I tell you to do.
Jake, they don't want to
hurt me, they want to hurt you.
You're going to Colorado.
Here, I got $5,000 for you.
Jake, no!
I gotta go.
(WHIMPERING)
[inaudible] for you.
I gotta go.
I gotta go.
You take care.
(WHISPERING) I'm
praying for you.
ANNOUNCER: Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen!
I'm Jimmy the Grim Reaper, and I
want to thank you for attending
the 1990 annual Slam
Track championship,
the world's only race that
promises no guarantees.
Cheer for find down
and dirty, supersonic,
gut ripping, [inaudible],,
kickass auto action!
All right, before
[inaudible],, warming up
the Slamsters right
now, get ready to start
in just a few minutes.
That's not gonna leave a whole--
BLONDIE: Woo!
ANNOUNCER: --lot of time
for you gamblers down
there to get the last of
the kids' college funds
on that lucky car.
So get your tails in gear.
Get that money down, make
the big bet, because once
the action start, we're
going to close it up
until some lucky winner
pulls out that lucky car!
You lay a bet on this race?
Yeah, $5,000, why?
Did you bet on Jake?
Yeah, $5,000 to win.
Why you ask?
I just saw Lincoln and
Jake over there talking,
and then they shook hands.
Think they fixed the race?
I don't know.
If I laid that kind of dough
out, I'd sure as hell find out.
Yeah.
Hey, Jake.
What's up, Bulldog?
Well, you're new around
here, so I thought I'd fill you
in on the history of this race.
See, this isn't a
spectator sport.
You don't see
thousands and thousands
of people around here.
This race is private.
Very private.
See, everyone around here's
a degenerate gambler,
including myself.
I'd say we're a
bunch of dreamers,
following that big dream.
What're you trying to say?
Why don't you just
get to the point?
Are you going down
there to win that race,
or did Lincoln buy you off.
Nobody bought
me off, goddamnit.
Now, what are you
doing with Lincoln, then?
Well, if you
really have to know,
he laid $50,000 out for
me to win this race.
And you get part
of that, don't you?
You might say that, yeah.
Oh, I knew it.
I knew it.
Hey, have a good race, Jake.
ANNOUNCER: All right, you
got your Reaper back with ya,
and I've just been
handed a late entry.
We got ourselves another
repo man in there,
Mr. Darnell "Jam" Jones.
He's riding with K&K too.
Now I know what those repo boys
do with the cars they steal.
All right, everybody,
we're gonna
get ready to rock and roll.
The lights are on,
the music's playing,
and the drivers look ready.
The last one driving
and the last one
alive is the big winner.
There go the lights,
here we go, stand back.
It's going to get
messy from here on in.
The gates are closed,
all bets are down.
We got a yellow light!
In five, four, three,
two, one, do it!
Yeah!
Yeehaw!
Ain't nobody stopping us
now, [inaudible] tappinng
each other on the back.
[inaudible]
But wait a minute, hold
the phone, what's this?
Boo, up in the sky, it's a bird,
it's a plane, it's Repo Man!
That's right, ladies
and gentlemen,
it's the new kid on the block.
It's Jake Baxter slam,
bam, thank you, ma'aming
his way past everybody.
Holy turbo jet, Batman!
This good old boy's
going all the way home.
[inaudible] up at 22,
Jake Baxter's pulling
away, way, way, way up front.
This boy's on fire!
[inaudible] got to be
awful mad right now.
And if I know what
he-- there he goes!
He's starting to throw
his weight around.
[inaudible] He's slamming
another one into the wall,
cause he don't like to lose.
He'll do anything
it takes to win,
but he still can't
catch that new repo man.
He can't catch him at all!
That's right, Repo
Jake is out front,
and it looks like he
wants to stay there.
But unless I miss
my bet, Bucky Slash
ain't going to let him
do it if he can help it.
Bucky Slash is
gonna catch his ass
and gonna break his [inaudible].
There he goes, it's
Bucky Slash, and he's
gonna ruin your paint job.
Hoo, that was awful close!
Go Jake!
Come on, yeah!
Run him over!
ANNOUNCER: Look out!
He's catching Jake.
Oh, no, wait a minute.
Jake's slowing down,
he's losing speed.
There goes Bucky right by him.
And that takes
[inaudible] back to third.
Jake, the race
ain't over yet, boy!
What's the matter?
You're [inaudible] supposed
be on the right hand side
through the middle!
There goes [inaudible]
gold mine now.
[inaudible]
BLONDIE (VOICEOVER): I
built that thing to race,
and it's gonna race.
You gotta do it, Jake, for me.
I'm talking about a
no lose, can't lose,
impossible to lose situation.
JAKE (VOICEOVER):
You listen, Blondie,
that's not a goddamn toy.
People get killed
in these things.
BLONDIE (VOICEOVER): You
gotta do it, Jake, for me.
KING (VOICEOVER): You see,
I only bet on sure things.
It's you.
Come on, Jake!
I know [inaudible].
ANNOUNCER: [inaudible]
101 freeway in rush hour.
But now he's back, and he's
hot to trot into the hotspot.
He's moving past all those
other outhouses on wheels.
Hang on.
And [inaudible] he's
looking to do it.
Everybody's watching,
Repo's moving fast.
He's moving hard, he's
slamming, he's jamming.
Oh, look out!
[inaudible]
All right, [inaudible]
have a lotta money
riding on his [inaudible]
time, as [inaudible]
hard in fifth place.
All right, [inaudible] We got
[inaudible] in first place,
we got DB Ray in second place.
I can't really figure
out who's in third.
[inaudible]
But it's a mess!
It's a Slam Track, who
cares what's going on.
Go Jake!
Come on!
Go!
Run him over!
ANNOUNCER: [inaudible]
All right, just a little
bumping and pushing
going on out there.
[inaudible] Holy moly,
we got ourselves a
hummingbird going on out there.
[cheering and yelling]
ANNOUNCER: [inaudible]
looks like he
got on the Sunday
drive [inaudible]
The man is driving like a demon.
And there's a little spin out,
[inaudible] take third place.
Now it's [inaudible] second
place car [inaudible]..
[inaudible]
[inaudible]
ANNOUNCER: [inaudible]
And Jake Baxter's
in the number two spot.
He's looking for the Jammer.
It's [inaudible] repo
man versus repo man.
It's a dog-eat-dog,
mano-a-mano, duel
to the death for first place.
There's [inaudible]----
oh lord, that
was closer than [inaudible].
And Bucky Slash, trying to catch
up to the two front runners.
It's getting hairy out there.
Hey guys, take it easy
on the transmission,
try using the brakes
once in awhile.
I hope you're all
wearing your seatbelt.
[inaudible] Bucky,
I warned ya, he's
spinning out-- there he goes!
Oh, Bucky's going to need
[inaudible] There he goes.
He's coming back into it.
Now he's gonna be [inaudible].
I've never seen [inaudible].
Oh, this is gonna be the
best Slam Track race ever!
If only it were legal.
Well, you can't have everything.
We've got Bucky into
the criss-cross.
He knows there ain't
no [inaudible] there.
You've gotta have [inaudible]
nobody's stopping [inaudible]..
We got a slam in the
middle of a [inaudible]..
We got them right there
in the criss-cross.
[inaudible]
[interposing voices]
ANNOUNCER: Oh my Lord.
Oh my Lord, [inaudible]
Somebody get
the fire engine out there now.
Look out!
Look out [inaudible]
Oh my god, don't try
that at home, boys and girls.
[inaudible] Wait a
minute, what's going on?
Fuck!
ANNOUNCER: Wait,
somebody pinch me.
Jake Baxter just stopped.
He literally [inaudible].
What the hell's he doing?
ANNOUNCER: Jam Jones [inaudible]
crosses the finish line.
Jam Jones is the winner!
Baxter just purposely
stopped and lost the race.
I don't know why, he seemed
like he had it [inaudible]..
But he just quit.
Now Terry Johnson fails to
cross the line into second.
Baxter's just sitting there,
everybody's passing him.
[inaudible] takes third, what
the hell's gotten into Baxter?
Maybe he wanted to send the
Jam to college, you know?
What the hell happened to
car number 22 [inaudible]
down $75,000.
What a day, ladies
and gentlemen.
What a day, what a day.
And that's the way
it is at Slam Track.
What'd you do that for?
What'd you stop for?
You were winning.
Move [inaudible]
Hey, don't walk away from me!
You cost me five fucking
thousand dollars!
Easy, Bulldog.
[sirens approaching]
JENNY: Jake!
What are you doing here?
I thought I told you
to go to Colorado.
I didn't go.
Well, I can see that.
I couldn't just
leave you here.
How are you?
I'm fine, are you OK?
I'm just fine.
Come on.
You just made a big mistake.
Oh my god
Shut up.
Man, you had it all.
How could you blow it?
How could you screw it up?
Do you know what you did?
(YELLING) Do you have
any idea what you did?
I'll tell you what you did.
You just committed suicide.
Hey, shithead.
Get the hell
outta here, old man!
Shoot him, man!
You might hit one of us.
I guarantee you.
Hey, wait you waiting on?
Shoot them, man!
Come and get it, punk.
You son of a bitch!
[gunshot]
Everybody leave,
except for him.
(SHOUTING) Leave!
Come on.
Listen, Mr. Kovar, the
race was a sure thing.
I'm so screwed up [inaudible].
I got $5,000 on me, it's your.
The rest will [inaudible],,
I swear to you.
I told you what was going to
happen if I saw you here again.
Come on, Mr. Kovar.
Don't fool around with that.
Come on, Mr. Kovar,
give me a week.
I don't fool around man!
No!
[gunshot]
[horn honking]
BULLDOG: Lippy, do
my eyes deceive me,
or did you actually
repossess a car?
This is not a car.
This is a $60,000 automobile!
[cheering and yelling]
Hey, Lip, I knew
you have it in ya!
You're sure he
didn't buy that?
Come on.
[inaudible] back here.
After you.
A toast.
To Jam.
SKID: So anyway,
I says to this--
[indistinct chatter]
[inaudible],, did I ever tell
you the time about the blind
man and the seeing eye dog?
He goes into a department,
and he takes the dog
by his right hand, and he swings
the dog around over his head.
Saleswoman comes up and
says, what are you doing?
Can I help you?
And he says no, I'm
just looking around.
Congratulations, Jam.
I'm proud of you, man.
Thanks, man.
Good luck.
Take care.
You, too.
Jam.
Hey, Blonde.
Hey, Blondie.
What?
Hey, I got something
that belongs to you.
I told you I
couldn't drive it.
[laugh] See you
tomorrow, Jake.
See you tomorrow.
Well, looks like I'm
going to be sticking
around here for awhile.
That's too bad.
What do you got planned?
Oh, I don't know.
I'd kind of like to settle
down with a nice guy,
get a nice place.
Something stupid like that.
Come on.
JAM: (RAPPING) I repo cars, I'm
slick and smooth when I move.
All I need is a minute
and a screwdriver will do.
And if you're late
on your payments,
the sorry is what I say,
but I must make a living.
I take your car and get paid.
Yo I ain't no Einstein,
but I ain't no dope,
and it's clear to see
that we are losing hope.
The world has no honor,
the world has no class.
But I'm must say paid, I
take your car for your cash.
KING: All right, girls,
it's that time again.
Let's round them up
and move them out.
Hey, Waldo.
BMW, 1987.
Skidmark, you got a '82 Buick.
Hey, Jake, '76
Impala convertible.
Jam, a Mustang, 1960.
Lippy, '88 Volkswagen.
Waldo, when you're done with
that, I've got an '87 Chevy.
Jake, pickup truck, 1989 Chevy.
Waldo, you up for it?
I got a 1987 Mercedes.
Looking good.
Lippy, '85 Ford.
Please, bring it back.
[INDISTINCT SPEECH OVER
LOUDSPEAKER]
Hey!
Somebody stop that guy!
JAKE: Hey!
Hey!
Whoa!
[gasp]
Ah!
Ugh!
Come on!
Come on, you son of a bitch!
JENNY: Oh my god!
I think this is yours.
Oh, thank you so much.
It's OK.
I can't believe this happened.
My name's Jennifer Hansen.
Hi.
Is there anything
I can do for you?
Oh, don't mention
it, it's all right.
There must be something
I can do, anything?
Well, I am looking
for a place to rent.
A place to rent.
Um-- oh, of course!
Hey, my building.
This guy, he just moved out.
It's right down the block there.
Let me write it down.
It's 738 Palm Street.
Just right on the corner, there.
Thanks a million.
That's real nice of you.
Sure, no problem.
So I guess I'll
see you later, huh?
Yeah.
All right.
See you later.
Hey, what's your name?
My name's Jake, Jake Baxter.
Well, Jake, welcome to LA.
Yeah, thanks.
You OK, pal?
Hey, have a nice day!
LAVINIA: $550 a month,
utilities included,
and you owe me first and last.
Are you married?
JAKE: Not anymore, huh uh.
LAVINIA: Good.
Then you owe me just first.
That'll be great, thanks.
You wouldn't happen to have
any girlfriends, would you?
No.
Wonderful.
Now, I don't mind you bringing
a lady home for a night or two,
but should she decide to
spend many evenings here,
you're going to have
to pay me an extra--
mm, $100 a month.
Well, you don't have
to worry about that.
Wonderful.
Well, what do you think?
I like it.
I'd like to call it home.
Good.
Is there anything
else I can do for you?
Yeah, I need to know where
I can find K&K Repoers.
Oh.
Oh, that's over on Waterhill.
Hey, just a minute.
Are you behind in a payment?
No.
I'm just getting a job as
a repo man, that's all.
All right, I thought you
looked like an honest guy.
Thank you very much.
You're welcome.
What's your name?
Lavinia Krott.
That's quite exotic.
BULLDOG: Well let me ask
you something, Detective.
Since when is it not a
crime to shoot at somebody?
He shot at me, the son
of a bitch went crazy!
His car, I'm hot wiring it.
He comes out with a 12 gauge.
Yeah, I'll hold.
Yes?
I'm Jake, Jake Baxter.
No, no, no, I'm fine.
He shot the shit out of the car.
Scuse me?
Hey, do you mind?
I'm on the phone.
Sorry.
BULLDOG: 3469 West Bradley.
Yeah.
Yeah, that sounds good.
Hey, listen, if you get
him, let me know, OK?
I want to kick him in the ass.
Yeah, I appreciate it.
Bye.
I can't believe this crap.
The son of a bitch is going
to kill me over a car.
That's too bad.
- Who are you?
- Jake Baxter.
Oh yeah, yeah, Missouri.
No, Minnesota.
Yeah, whatever.
Hey, listen, like I told
you on the telephone,
you get three times
the owner's payments.
If the payment's
$100, you get $300.
No bullshit, no insurance,
no advances, and no benefits.
Hey, I don't want to hear
anything about double keys.
If I had the key to the car, I'd
have my grandmother go get it.
OK?
Sounds good to me.
OK.
Come with me,
You finished with
this car yet, Jam?
No.
But check it out, Skid.
(RAPPING) I ain't no
Einstein, but I ain't no dope,
and it's clear to see
that we're losing hope.
The world has no honor,
the world has no class--
SKID: So you can just--
[record scratch imitation]
--kiss my ass.
That's not bad for
a Wonder Bread boy.
BULLDOG: Hold the work.
Gather round, girls.
This is Jake Baxter, so show him
around, help him out, show him
what a great team we've got.
Team?
BULLDOG: This is Darnell Jones.
Call me Jam.
Wassup?
How you doing, Jam?
BULLDOG: And Waldo, Skidmark.
One piece of advice, bro.
Quit.
[laughter]
These are mechanics,
Blondie and Amos.
You tell him to clean his car?
BULLDOG: Oh yeah, clean
the shit out of the cars
that you bring in.
If you get a few dents in them,
don't worry, he'll fix them up.
But wash them, wax them
before you get paid.
I don't want to have to do it.
He'd have to get up.
I heard that, Skid!
[car horn honks]
Ah, this is Lippy.
Son of a bitch!
Asshole!
Bastard!
BLONDIE: As you can tell,
he's a real fun guy.
What happened, Lippy?
Your boyfriend
wasn't in the mood?
Same that always happens.
Why do I always get
the shit pick ups?
You didn't get the car?
No, I didn't get the car.
Well, what a surprise.
Hey, up yours, Jam.
You always get the easy ones.
Someone give the
poor guy a tissue.
[imitates a baby crying]
Man-- wasn't my fault.
JAKE: Hey, uh, excuse me.
I wouldn't mind
giving it a shot.
Who the fuck is this?
I'm Jake Baxter.
You want it?
You got it.
It's an easy $700, good luck.
Thanks.
Hey, come on, Jake,
I'll give you a city map.
He can't repo cars,
he can't repo trucks.
He's got a million excuses--
--but he really sucks!
[laughter]
(SARCASTIC) Oh you guys are
so funny, you're breaking me up.
[engine revving]
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING AND
LAUGHING]
[tires squealing]
Want these, Mr. Repo Man?
Come and get them!
Come on, old man, just
a little bit closer.
[tires squealing]
Here you go, Repo Man.
She's all yours.
[knocking on door]
Hey.
Hi.
Come on in.
I really can't.
It's from the
welcoming committee.
Hey, this is nice,
thank you very much.
Sure.
Where I'm from, they
only give you an apple pie.
This is great.
Well, I gotta go.
Wait a second,
you want to have
a cup of coffee or something.
Oh, I really can't.
I've got an audition to get to.
Are you an actress?
Trying to be an actress.
I work in a plant shop, though.
Actress working in a plant shop.
Go figure.
How about you?
Did you find work yet?
You bet.
I'm working as a repo agent.
A repo agent?
That's kind of risky, isn't it?
It's OK.
It's not too bad.
I really gotta run.
I'll drop by again.
Maybe I'll bring
your another plant.
Thanks a million.
Yeah, my place could
use a little help.
[laugh] Bye.
Bye.
Good luck today.
Thanks!
Yo, Jake!
What's up?
Exactly what did
you do in the Army?
I was in the Marines.
Machine maintenance, why?
You ever work on choppers?
Why?
Can you fly one?
Who wants to know?
This chopper for repo came
over the computer today.
How much?
$3,000.
I'll take it.
Hey, you didn't
answer my question.
What was the question?
Can you fly one?
Come on, like riding a bike.
Once you know how,
you never forget.
See ya.
Yeah, but can you fly one?
Move closer!
Get off!
Get off!
[shouting]
Get off!
[yelling]
MAN 1: Help me!
Help me!
Help!
Get off!
MAN 2: Yeah, I'll be
coming home around 6:30,
and if you'd make the
goulash that you make,
[inaudible] and Roger
are coming over.
WIFE: [inaudible]
Mhm.
OK, bye, honey.
What do you think?
You've got quite
a collection here.
The Duke's my favorite, though.
JENNY: Isn't he great?
I just love those old westerns.
My pleasure.
Looks real nice.
[inaudible]
Thank you.
Mm.
You don't like it, do you?
Oh, this is swell.
I've never tasted
anything quite like it.
No it's not.
It's bad, isn't it?
No, it's good.
My mother warned me something
like this would happen.
I'm sorry.
She warn you
about anything else?
As a matter of fact, they both
warned me not to move out here.
They don't like what
I'm trying to do.
They want me to move
back, and get married,
and have a nice family.
Something stupid like that.
Yeah, that's real stupid.
JENNY: You know what I mean.
They want me to go back home.
And where is home?
JENNY: Colorado.
How about you?
JAKE: Minnesota.
Where the Minnesota
Vikings are from.
We're the Halloween
capital of the world.
JAKE: Why do they
call it the capital?
Well, we have the greatest
parade you've ever seen.
JENNY: Sounds like a blast.
So what do you
think of California?
Little loud.
Sunny, hot.
Then why are you here?
Make some money.
You can't do that back there?
I got to make
some quick money.
Why?
You ask lot of questions,
you know that, don't you.
Well, you should be grateful.
Most people out here don't
ask questions at all.
They just like to answer them.
Well, this must
be my lucky day.
I had a nice little
business back in Minnesota,
then the highway came
right through there
and took all my business away.
Now the bank wants
to repossess my lot.
If I don't come up with
$60,000 in three months,
I'm stuck out here.
Well, we wouldn't
want you to be
stuck out here in this
torture chamber, would we?
Don't they repo cars back there?
Yeah, sure they repo cars, but
business is booming out here.
Shows you what kind
of state it is.
Listen, talking about
repoing cars, I've got to go.
I really do.
Why?
I gotta go repo a car.
Just eat and run, huh?
Listen, this was swell,
I'll never forget this meal,
but I'll make it up to you.
I promise.
OK?
Fair enough.
Hey, thanks a million.
Thanks a lot.
Sure.
What the hell do you
think you're doing?
I'm repoing this car,
that's what I'm doing.
No you're not.
Hey, man!
You know, I bet you can
work this thing out, Tiny.
You know, I think we
can work this thing out.
Oh, man, this isn't
a whole lot of fun.
Agh!
All right, big boy.
Now drop the crowbar, nice
and easy, and not on my feet.
Good boy.
Now back away from your car--
No!
Ow!
Nice and easy.
Isn't this fun?
Yeah.
All right.
Now take the keys out of your
pocket, and give them to me.
That's it.
Come over to my car.
Open the door for me.
No!
(SHOUTING) Open the door!
That's nice.
That's nice.
I really hate to
go, but I gotta.
[tires squeal]
[horn honks]
[waldo snoring]
[engine revving]
BULLDOG: All right, girls,
listen up, here we go.
Skidmark, '74 Winnebago.
ASAP, I've got a
lot more for you.
Shit.
Uh, Waldo.
'88 Pontiac and a '66 Mercedes.
You want them both at once?
Hey, you're a big
guy, you can do it.
Jam.
JAM: Yo.
Bring it back in one piece.
[laugh] Don't I always?
Sure.
Hey, Lippy.
MAN 2: Yo.
'85 Grand Am.
You try and bring it back.
I do try.
Jake.
Uh, I've got a Dodge
Ram and then a Chevy.
Owner's name is Clarence.
Watch yourself.
Don't worry about it.
Yeah.
Whoa.
Just who the hell are you?
Scuse me.
I'm Martin Ray from K&K Repo.
We have to take your
Winnebago, ma'am.
Why?
You're overdue.
Now that's impossible, I sent
the payment in a month ago.
I'm sorry, ma'am, that's
none of my concern, really.
I have to take the Winnebago.
Are you sure?
Positive.
You mean there isn't
something that we
might be able to work out?
Yeah.
OK, I'll see you
back at the shop.
Good luck.
Thanks.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Here, you better take
this, you're gonna need it.
Believe me, you're
gonna need it.
Ow!
Be careful, huh?
You OK?
You OK?
Jesus.
[panting]
[motorboat sounds]
Hey, take it.
LIPPY: [inaudible]
repo man, [inaudible]
Where do you think
you're going, huh, where
do you think you're going?
Ow!
You're biting me.
Sorry.
Slow down.
[music playing]
MAN 3: Hey, what the hell?
Get [inaudible].
Get away!
Get out of here!
ANNOUNCER: Woohoo, lookout!
Earl Philman and
Jerry Johnson just
popped each other's cherry.
BLONDIE: Check it out, Jake.
Some people got
their Monday Night
Football, or baseball playoffs.
We got this, the Slam Track.
War on wheels.
Lunatics with
nothing better to do
put their last dime into
building one of the stockers.
And then they lock up
their sanity for the day
and beat the hell
out of each other.
Hell of a sport.
Everyone loves to watch,
trying to see a wreck,
because it always happens.
Maybe catch a glimpse
of blood, you know?
A guy got his throat
torn out here one.
JAM: The only good
thing is the cash.
Next week is the
annual championship.
Winner gets $75,000.
You think this is wild?
Wait till next week.
Got that right
Yeah, but isn't this illegal?
Ah, nobody complains.
Cops overlook it.
Hell, some of them
even get involved.
Blondie, check that out.
Is that Lincoln King?
It sure is.
Who in the hell
is Lincoln King?
JAM: [inaudible],, hustler,
gangster, pusher, thief.
You name it, he steals it.
I gotta his repo his car.
What?
You gotta repo
Lincoln King's car?
Hey, no big deal.
We've been repoing that
dude's cars for years.
He looks like big
money, but he's just
another nickel and dime crook.
JAKE: Looks like
an asshole to me.
ANNOUNCER: All right, I see
you guys watching the girls.
Watch the cars!
Look out!
It's getting crazy out there.
They're coming
around the last turn
now, [inaudible] He's coming
up, they're going to kiss!
[inaudible] Yeah!
You enjoying yourself, ladies?
ANNOUNCER: Once again,
they're side by side.
They're getting sideways.
They're getting crazy.
All right, keep your eyes on
them, keep your eyes on them.
Oh, thank you.
[inaudible] wants
to talk to you.
[inaudible]
ANNOUNCER: They're doing
the other [inaudible],,
and that's why they
call it the Slam Track!
Ladies, stay here.
ANNOUNCER: You gotta be more
than crazy to drive this thing,
you gotta have a
frontal lobotomy.
All right, here we go!
I figured I'd
find you here, King.
You're so predictable.
I'll have your
money, Mr. Kovar.
I give you my word.
Why you cheap,
penny-sucking [inaudible]..
Your word don't mean nothing.
So keep it.
Give me the money you owe me.
Yeah, yeah.
Just take a little
time, you know?
I keep giving you time.
You keep blowing it.
I'm sorry.
So am I. You've got to
understand something, King.
You are just a second rate punk
I could blow away in my sleep.
You gotta stick to what
you know, whores and drugs.
That's what I
invested my money in.
No--
Not to be bet on
a goddamn car race.
No, Mr. Kovar, you
invested your money in me.
Let me tell you something.
If I see you here again
before I get my $57,000 back,
I'm going to blow you away.
Now get outta here.
ANNOUNCER: --because there ain't
nothing like it anywhere else.
KOVAR: [non-english speech]
All right, let's go.
Hey, man, it's the other door.
Listen, Leon, how
many girls do we got?
12 or 13 working
the street right now.
Got to get some new blood.
Shit, man, we need
some more action.
All right, listen.
I want all of our girls,
every one of them, in one bed
and out the other.
And none of this
client screening
bullshit we've been doing.
We find some hockey puck
wearing a hockey mask
and carrying a pickax, he
wants one of our girls,
he's got them.
We're gonna make
this money, Leon.
We're going to make this
money, and we're going
to shove it up Kovar's ass.
SKID: I paid $900 for it, man.
This thing's got two
amplifiers, subwoofers,
LED quartz, CD, DAT, DVB
in those speakers, man.
I'm telling you, an
entertainment system I
paid $4,000 for, all that shit.
Holy.
I'm even going to get a
cellulite phone for $350.
[inaudible] cellular.
Cellular phones.
Yeah.
Ah, Jake, man.
You making some buck here, huh?
You bet I am.
Uh, could you
spot me $20, man?
Yo, if you give
him that money,
you'll never see the cash again.
He owes everybody in here money.
Don't let me down, Skid.
Thanks, bro.
Hey, how you doing, Jam?
Hey Blondie, did you ever hear
the story about this blind man
standing on a corner
with a seeing eye dog,
waiting for the light to change?
The dog pisses on his leg.
The blind man takes out a
cookie and gives it to the dog.
The guy behind him says,
"I can't believe this!
Your dog pissed on
your leg, and you're
giving him a cookie, why?"
He says, "I wanted to
see where his mouth is,
so I could kick him in the ass!"
[laughing]
Hey, check it out.
Waldo's sleeping again.
Quick, get the
[inaudible] stick.
[waldo snoring]
BLONDIE: Shh!
[waldo snoring]
AMOS: [quiet laughing]
Hey Waldo.
Waldo, get up.
Bulldog wants you to get
this Grand Prix, ASAP.
[tires squeal]
[inaudible] Jake, you?
I'm all right.
Hey, Jam, what're you doing?
Hey, Jake, what's up?
- Not much.
- All right.
How's things?
All right, just
working on my car.
Blondie, did you
want to see me?
Hey, Jake.
What do you think?
It's nice.
I built them myself.
I've been working on
this for almost a year.
It's got a 350 with a Harley
on it, full raised cam, even
swapped some gears in the rear.
Built it for the
Slam Track, did you?
The championship, $75,000.
Well, why are you
telling me this?
How would you like
to make an investment?
You gotta be kidding me.
Well, you didn't
even hear it yet!
Listen, Blondie,
that's not a goddamn toy.
People get killed
with these things.
We haven't buried anybody yet.
Will you listen to me?
Now, this thing was built
for one reason; to win,
and it's going to win,
no doubt in my mind.
Now the entrance fee is $5,000.
That's where you come in.
I got two, you invest
the other $3,000.
I enter the race,
I win, that $75K.
I give you back the $3,000,
plus another $15,000.
That's a hell of a
deal if you ask me.
Well, I'm not asking you.
Hey Jake, that's
a 500% profit, how
could you not be interested?
I'm talking about a
no lose, can't lose,
impossible to lose situation.
Can you drive that thing?
Watch this.
Hey, Jam.
JAM: Yeah?
How would you like to do
a couple laps for 100 clams?
You're on.
It's like taking
candy from a baby.
[engines revving]
[tires squealing]
Yeah!
Woo!
[laughter]
What'd I tell you,
this guy's on fire!
What was the time
on that, Bulldog?
1:48.
Hot damn!
Let me see that, 1:48?
Gimme that helmet.
Hey, what're you doing?
Going for a little ride.
Time me, Bulldog.
OK.
[inaudible],, what
the fuck is he doing?
I don't know.
I'm timing him.
[engine revving]
[tires squealing]
BLONDIE: What is it?
[inaudible] seconds.
19 seconds.
He got 38 seconds.
Damn, he's good!
He sure beat the hell
out of your time.
[laugh]
BULLDOG: [laughter]
BLONDIE: Hey, Jake, where'd
you learn to drive like that?
See you tomorrow.
BLONDIE: Wait, what
about my offer?
Let me think about it.
KING: You want this?
Yes, Lincoln.
So.
You want this, huh?
Yes, Lincoln.
What're you
going to do for it?
Work harder.
How much harder?
- $700 a night.
- $700 a night.
You know, I don't think
you fully understand.
I want $700 every night.
I don't care what
you have to do,
I don't care how many
tricks you have to turn,
I don't care if you don't get
a minute's rest. $700 a night.
(TEARFUL) OK.
Do I make myself clear?
Yes, Lincoln.
PORN DIRECTOR: All
right, everybody ready?
ACTORS: Yeah.
Absolutely.
All right,
people, let's do it.
Camera ready?
All right, let's go.
Let's do it.
Action.
All right let's go.
Now start real, real slow.
Take off her robe.
That's it, that's it, perfect.
Now start on her neck, work
your way down to her breast,
ooh, good.
Good, good, good.
Jessica, now move your
ass up a little bit, baby.
Stick it out a little bit, baby.
That's right.
That's good, honey.
Good, good.
Perfect, perfect.
That's it, now make it sensuous.
You're in love.
You're in love, you're
happy, make it good.
Good, good, perfect,
perfect, perfect!
Good, real good!
Keep it going, good, good!
[inaudible]
Yeah we're going to do
that one next, honey, OK?
Good stuff, huh?
KING: What's going here?
What do you mean,
what's going on here?
I see-- I see two people
doing a little kissy kissy,
and I see a bunch of girls
walking around in bikinis.
What is this, a beach movie?
Hey, it's in my
script, I got--
(YELLING) Fuck the script!
These girls can't read!
I want you to go out and
hire three black guys.
People like to see black guys
fucking white, blonde women.
Here's your plot.
They all just took a love drug.
They all got their clothes
off, and they're fucking
and they're sucking the
shit out of each other,
and that's the move
you're going to make.
You got it?
Yeah, I got it.
Scumbag.
Ah!
Oh!
Oh!
Jiminy crickete,
prick bastard.
You trying to take my car?
Please, I'm just
repossessing your car.
LEON: Dead sucker!
[gun cocking]
Oh god, please.
No, no.
[gun clicks]
KING: If I ever see
you here again, prick,
this gun won't be empty.
Throw him in the street, Leon.
Hi.
What are you doing here?
I'm OK, Bulldog.
Why don't you take
a couple of days off?
I'm OK, thanks.
Mr. Tough Guy.
Hey, guys.
Hey man, how you doing?
I'm OK.
Yeah?
Yeah, I repo one car all year
and look what happens, huh?
[inaudible] King, that
prick son of a bitch.
Hey, Jake.
Look at you.
Can I talk to you in private?
Bye, guys.
Anything I can do for
you, kid, just let me know.
See you later, man.
Did you do something you
weren't supposed to do?
No.
That doesn't matter now.
Listen, my car's going to
win no matter who drives it.
Hey man, forget
about it, will ya?
Listen to me, Jake.
I built that thing to race
and it's going to race.
And it's yours.
Just win.
Hey, Blondie, man,
I don't drive anymore.
What was the other day, huh?
An accident?
You gotta do it, Jake, for me.
Look, you win, you keep $65,000.
Just let me have $10,000
for the cost of the car.
I just want to see
that thing win, OK?
Why did this have
to happen, huh?
Look, I gotta go.
See you around, Jake.
We'll see you later, son.
Hey, Bulldog?
Yeah, Jake?
Do me a favor, would you,
give me the repo slip on King.
No.
Come on, man, why not?
Because it's bad for business.
I don't like my repo
men walking around
with casts on their arms.
No way, Jake, forget it.
KING: OK, Lea, honey, you want
to move into the light, please?
Little more to your left.
There you go.
OK, now give me a big smile.
[camera snaps] Good.
Lift your chin up, big smile.
[camera snaps]
OK, angle your
body a little bit.
That's it.
[camera snaps] Big smile.
Good, good.
You know what?
Take your hair down.
Be free, you know,
the shampoo girl.
There you go,
swing it out, fluff
your hair up a little bit.
That's it.
Yeah, yeah, OK.
Swing your hair and
give me a big smile.
Good, good.
Turn the other way.
Great, one more.
Oh, that's wonderful.
Sweetheart, you're a
natural, you know that?
You've done this
before, haven't you?
- No.
- No?
You haven't done this before?
Jeez, you're very beautiful.
Hey, don't worry.
Listen, how much money do you
make in this burger place?
$97.45 a week.
$97.45 a week.
That's a lot of money, isn't it?
Mhm.
You know, I can pay you
that in about an hour.
Really?
Mm.
But you know what I
need you to do is to--
take your top down.
Don't worry, all
the stars do it.
You want to be in the
movies, don't you?
Yeah.
All the stars, you know,
they won Academy Awards
for taking off their clothes.
- Yeah.
Sure.
So here, let me help you.
There we go.
There you go.
It's just pictures,
nothing to worry about.
Good, All the way down.
Can I help you, man?
KING: Very nice.
LEON: Can I help you?
JAKE: You Lincoln King?
Yeah.
You got a red 450SL
out in the parking lot?
KING: Yeah, so what's it to you?
I'm here to repossess it.
I'd like the key.
You kidding me?
No, but I'm a little pissed.
Oh!
Develop this.
Here's a little trip You're
really going to like.
[horn honking]
Wow.
Holy shit, he's
got King's car!
SKID: How'd you get it?
He left the keys in it.
LIPPY: Oh man, how come I
never get that kind of luck?
That's son of a
bitch is going to be
him one mean ass mood
when he finds out his car
has been repoed.
He already knows.
He knows, man?
You bet.
Say, about that
$20 I owe ya, huh?
You're all right,
Skid, thanks.
Say, Blondie tells us you're
going to be racing his car.
Yeah.
Well, uh.
He won't be needing
us for his pit crew.
Looks like you'll need us now.
Yeah, I'd like that.
Hey, Bulldog.
BULLDOG: Yeah?
Happy birthday.
It's been a long time.
JAKE: Uh-- yes,
it certainly has.
Too long.
JAKE: What do you mean?
I thought you were
happy when I left town
to become a boxing champion.
I thought I was, too.
But after you left,
I became lonesome.
Very, very lonesome.
You filled a space in me, in my
life, that no one else could.
My bed is cold and unfeeling,
my sheets are crisp and dry.
My body is restless.
Come back to me, to my
life, to my arms, my lips.
You have a line, Jake.
Oh, yeah.
You betrayed me, and now
you're changing your mind?
How can I trust you again?
Don't.
Just love me.
Oh, wait a minute.
You're really not going
to kiss this guy, are you?
[laugh] It's
called acting, dear.
Yeah, but you really
don't kiss the guy, do you?
Huh?
You really are from
the Midwest, aren't you?
You bet I am,
and I'm proud of.
You know, to
tell you the truth,
I really wish I met
more guys like you.
Yeah, well, remember?
You wouldn't let guys like me.
We're the kind of guys who
like to have nice little home,
nice cozy little family.
That kind of a thing.
JENNY: I almost forgot.
Any luck getting your $60,000.
Yeah, I met some guys, we're
going to do a little auto
racing with them [inaudible].
Racing?
Have you ever done that before?
Eh, a little bit.
Not bad at it.
You want to try and
finish this scene?
OK, where were we?
It was right after the kiss.
Yeah.
That was wonderful.
Yeah, some things
never change.
I love you.
Do you want to make love?
Yeah.
(LAUGHING) We're [inaudible]
Hey, look, I can't do this.
Jake, won't you relax?
No, I-- this is not me.
I gotta--
- Jake!
- I gotta go.
- Come on.
- I'm outta here.
Jake!
I'll see you later.
[laughter]
[soft music playing]
That's nice.
What is it?
That's Jam He's
good, isn't he?
He's great.
God, I love rooftops at night.
Gives you the feeling you're the
only person in the whole world.
It's not easy feeling
you get around here.
Tough to get the feeling
anywhere, nowadays.
I bet I know what
kind of kid you were.
I bet you were the kind
of kid whose best friend
was a frog in his
pocket, dog as his side,
hunting with your dad.
Well, that sounds
good, but not quite.
I grew up in the Bronx.
You grew up in the Bronx?
Yeah.
My dad got me
interested in racing,
so I raced for quite a few
years, and then I quit that.
Moved to Minnesota.
JAKE: What'd you do that for?
Oh, god.
I was married for a long time,
and my wife got real ill.
She was in the hospital,
and I was driving
for this race team
at the time, and she
begged me to stay with her.
I had to go drive this race,
which was real important to me
at the time.
I won the race, I came back,
and my wife had passed away.
After that, I just
kind of quit racing.
What was that important race?
Time trials for the Indy 500.
You would've been
in the Indy 500?
With the time I had,
they said I could have won.
And you just quit?
Just gave it up?
Well, after my wife
died it just didn't seem
that important to me anymore.
Now I think about it, I
wished I wouldn't've quit.
Hey, you want another beer?
I'd love one.
You'll come right back?
I'll be right back.
Be careful.
[TIRES SQUEALING ON STREET
BELOW]
[indistinct talking]
Jennifer?
Jenny?
Jenny?
Jake!
[crying]
Stay back, man!
You know, I could have Stan
here increase the pressure
of that hold a couple
of pounds and your neck
would snap like a chicken's.
But I'm not going to do
that, cause I'm a nice guy.
But don't you ever, ever come
after me like that again,
or I will kill you, you fucker!
[crying]
Put him down.
You son of a bitch bastard,
I oughta slit your throat
from ear to ear, right now.
But you see, I can't
do that, because I've
got this little problem,
you see, I gotta
make a lot of cash, right away.
So I'm going to bet
all of my money.
But you see, I only
bet on sure things.
And by sheer luck, I think
I found this sure thing.
It's you, at the Slam
Track championship.
Now, I want to make perfectly
sure you understand exactly
what is riding on you tomorrow.
If you win, hey, it's cool.
I forget about the little
tussle we had the other day.
I might even make a car payment.
But if you say, come in second--
you lose.
So you know what my
advice to you is?
Win.
Now you get a good
night's sleep,
and you show up at that
track tomorrow, and you win.
Good luck tomorrow.
As a matter of fact, let's see
how good your reflexes are.
[screams]
Hang on.
It's all right.
It's all right.
I'll get you some
water, hang on.
[gasping for breath]
JAKE: I'm really sorry.
[crying] Who were they?
Who were they?
Don't worry about those guys.
Listen, I want you
to do me a favor.
Listen to me.
You gotta go to Colorado
for at least a month.
No.
You got to do what
I tell you to do.
What are you going to do?
Don't worry about me.
No, Jake.
We can-- we can go somewhere.
We can leave together tonight.
We can going to Minnesota--
No.
Yes, come on.
You gotta go to Colorado,
just like I told you to do.
You understand?
Jake, no.
You've got to do
what I tell you to do.
Jake, they don't want to
hurt me, they want to hurt you.
You're going to Colorado.
Here, I got $5,000 for you.
Jake, no!
I gotta go.
(WHIMPERING)
[inaudible] for you.
I gotta go.
I gotta go.
You take care.
(WHISPERING) I'm
praying for you.
ANNOUNCER: Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen!
I'm Jimmy the Grim Reaper, and I
want to thank you for attending
the 1990 annual Slam
Track championship,
the world's only race that
promises no guarantees.
Cheer for find down
and dirty, supersonic,
gut ripping, [inaudible],,
kickass auto action!
All right, before
[inaudible],, warming up
the Slamsters right
now, get ready to start
in just a few minutes.
That's not gonna leave a whole--
BLONDIE: Woo!
ANNOUNCER: --lot of time
for you gamblers down
there to get the last of
the kids' college funds
on that lucky car.
So get your tails in gear.
Get that money down, make
the big bet, because once
the action start, we're
going to close it up
until some lucky winner
pulls out that lucky car!
You lay a bet on this race?
Yeah, $5,000, why?
Did you bet on Jake?
Yeah, $5,000 to win.
Why you ask?
I just saw Lincoln and
Jake over there talking,
and then they shook hands.
Think they fixed the race?
I don't know.
If I laid that kind of dough
out, I'd sure as hell find out.
Yeah.
Hey, Jake.
What's up, Bulldog?
Well, you're new around
here, so I thought I'd fill you
in on the history of this race.
See, this isn't a
spectator sport.
You don't see
thousands and thousands
of people around here.
This race is private.
Very private.
See, everyone around here's
a degenerate gambler,
including myself.
I'd say we're a
bunch of dreamers,
following that big dream.
What're you trying to say?
Why don't you just
get to the point?
Are you going down
there to win that race,
or did Lincoln buy you off.
Nobody bought
me off, goddamnit.
Now, what are you
doing with Lincoln, then?
Well, if you
really have to know,
he laid $50,000 out for
me to win this race.
And you get part
of that, don't you?
You might say that, yeah.
Oh, I knew it.
I knew it.
Hey, have a good race, Jake.
ANNOUNCER: All right, you
got your Reaper back with ya,
and I've just been
handed a late entry.
We got ourselves another
repo man in there,
Mr. Darnell "Jam" Jones.
He's riding with K&K too.
Now I know what those repo boys
do with the cars they steal.
All right, everybody,
we're gonna
get ready to rock and roll.
The lights are on,
the music's playing,
and the drivers look ready.
The last one driving
and the last one
alive is the big winner.
There go the lights,
here we go, stand back.
It's going to get
messy from here on in.
The gates are closed,
all bets are down.
We got a yellow light!
In five, four, three,
two, one, do it!
Yeah!
Yeehaw!
Ain't nobody stopping us
now, [inaudible] tappinng
each other on the back.
[inaudible]
But wait a minute, hold
the phone, what's this?
Boo, up in the sky, it's a bird,
it's a plane, it's Repo Man!
That's right, ladies
and gentlemen,
it's the new kid on the block.
It's Jake Baxter slam,
bam, thank you, ma'aming
his way past everybody.
Holy turbo jet, Batman!
This good old boy's
going all the way home.
[inaudible] up at 22,
Jake Baxter's pulling
away, way, way, way up front.
This boy's on fire!
[inaudible] got to be
awful mad right now.
And if I know what
he-- there he goes!
He's starting to throw
his weight around.
[inaudible] He's slamming
another one into the wall,
cause he don't like to lose.
He'll do anything
it takes to win,
but he still can't
catch that new repo man.
He can't catch him at all!
That's right, Repo
Jake is out front,
and it looks like he
wants to stay there.
But unless I miss
my bet, Bucky Slash
ain't going to let him
do it if he can help it.
Bucky Slash is
gonna catch his ass
and gonna break his [inaudible].
There he goes, it's
Bucky Slash, and he's
gonna ruin your paint job.
Hoo, that was awful close!
Go Jake!
Come on, yeah!
Run him over!
ANNOUNCER: Look out!
He's catching Jake.
Oh, no, wait a minute.
Jake's slowing down,
he's losing speed.
There goes Bucky right by him.
And that takes
[inaudible] back to third.
Jake, the race
ain't over yet, boy!
What's the matter?
You're [inaudible] supposed
be on the right hand side
through the middle!
There goes [inaudible]
gold mine now.
[inaudible]
BLONDIE (VOICEOVER): I
built that thing to race,
and it's gonna race.
You gotta do it, Jake, for me.
I'm talking about a
no lose, can't lose,
impossible to lose situation.
JAKE (VOICEOVER):
You listen, Blondie,
that's not a goddamn toy.
People get killed
in these things.
BLONDIE (VOICEOVER): You
gotta do it, Jake, for me.
KING (VOICEOVER): You see,
I only bet on sure things.
It's you.
Come on, Jake!
I know [inaudible].
ANNOUNCER: [inaudible]
101 freeway in rush hour.
But now he's back, and he's
hot to trot into the hotspot.
He's moving past all those
other outhouses on wheels.
Hang on.
And [inaudible] he's
looking to do it.
Everybody's watching,
Repo's moving fast.
He's moving hard, he's
slamming, he's jamming.
Oh, look out!
[inaudible]
All right, [inaudible]
have a lotta money
riding on his [inaudible]
time, as [inaudible]
hard in fifth place.
All right, [inaudible] We got
[inaudible] in first place,
we got DB Ray in second place.
I can't really figure
out who's in third.
[inaudible]
But it's a mess!
It's a Slam Track, who
cares what's going on.
Go Jake!
Come on!
Go!
Run him over!
ANNOUNCER: [inaudible]
All right, just a little
bumping and pushing
going on out there.
[inaudible] Holy moly,
we got ourselves a
hummingbird going on out there.
[cheering and yelling]
ANNOUNCER: [inaudible]
looks like he
got on the Sunday
drive [inaudible]
The man is driving like a demon.
And there's a little spin out,
[inaudible] take third place.
Now it's [inaudible] second
place car [inaudible]..
[inaudible]
[inaudible]
ANNOUNCER: [inaudible]
And Jake Baxter's
in the number two spot.
He's looking for the Jammer.
It's [inaudible] repo
man versus repo man.
It's a dog-eat-dog,
mano-a-mano, duel
to the death for first place.
There's [inaudible]----
oh lord, that
was closer than [inaudible].
And Bucky Slash, trying to catch
up to the two front runners.
It's getting hairy out there.
Hey guys, take it easy
on the transmission,
try using the brakes
once in awhile.
I hope you're all
wearing your seatbelt.
[inaudible] Bucky,
I warned ya, he's
spinning out-- there he goes!
Oh, Bucky's going to need
[inaudible] There he goes.
He's coming back into it.
Now he's gonna be [inaudible].
I've never seen [inaudible].
Oh, this is gonna be the
best Slam Track race ever!
If only it were legal.
Well, you can't have everything.
We've got Bucky into
the criss-cross.
He knows there ain't
no [inaudible] there.
You've gotta have [inaudible]
nobody's stopping [inaudible]..
We got a slam in the
middle of a [inaudible]..
We got them right there
in the criss-cross.
[inaudible]
[interposing voices]
ANNOUNCER: Oh my Lord.
Oh my Lord, [inaudible]
Somebody get
the fire engine out there now.
Look out!
Look out [inaudible]
Oh my god, don't try
that at home, boys and girls.
[inaudible] Wait a
minute, what's going on?
Fuck!
ANNOUNCER: Wait,
somebody pinch me.
Jake Baxter just stopped.
He literally [inaudible].
What the hell's he doing?
ANNOUNCER: Jam Jones [inaudible]
crosses the finish line.
Jam Jones is the winner!
Baxter just purposely
stopped and lost the race.
I don't know why, he seemed
like he had it [inaudible]..
But he just quit.
Now Terry Johnson fails to
cross the line into second.
Baxter's just sitting there,
everybody's passing him.
[inaudible] takes third, what
the hell's gotten into Baxter?
Maybe he wanted to send the
Jam to college, you know?
What the hell happened to
car number 22 [inaudible]
down $75,000.
What a day, ladies
and gentlemen.
What a day, what a day.
And that's the way
it is at Slam Track.
What'd you do that for?
What'd you stop for?
You were winning.
Move [inaudible]
Hey, don't walk away from me!
You cost me five fucking
thousand dollars!
Easy, Bulldog.
[sirens approaching]
JENNY: Jake!
What are you doing here?
I thought I told you
to go to Colorado.
I didn't go.
Well, I can see that.
I couldn't just
leave you here.
How are you?
I'm fine, are you OK?
I'm just fine.
Come on.
You just made a big mistake.
Oh my god
Shut up.
Man, you had it all.
How could you blow it?
How could you screw it up?
Do you know what you did?
(YELLING) Do you have
any idea what you did?
I'll tell you what you did.
You just committed suicide.
Hey, shithead.
Get the hell
outta here, old man!
Shoot him, man!
You might hit one of us.
I guarantee you.
Hey, wait you waiting on?
Shoot them, man!
Come and get it, punk.
You son of a bitch!
[gunshot]
Everybody leave,
except for him.
(SHOUTING) Leave!
Come on.
Listen, Mr. Kovar, the
race was a sure thing.
I'm so screwed up [inaudible].
I got $5,000 on me, it's your.
The rest will [inaudible],,
I swear to you.
I told you what was going to
happen if I saw you here again.
Come on, Mr. Kovar.
Don't fool around with that.
Come on, Mr. Kovar,
give me a week.
I don't fool around man!
No!
[gunshot]
[horn honking]
BULLDOG: Lippy, do
my eyes deceive me,
or did you actually
repossess a car?
This is not a car.
This is a $60,000 automobile!
[cheering and yelling]
Hey, Lip, I knew
you have it in ya!
You're sure he
didn't buy that?
Come on.
[inaudible] back here.
After you.
A toast.
To Jam.
SKID: So anyway,
I says to this--
[indistinct chatter]
[inaudible],, did I ever tell
you the time about the blind
man and the seeing eye dog?
He goes into a department,
and he takes the dog
by his right hand, and he swings
the dog around over his head.
Saleswoman comes up and
says, what are you doing?
Can I help you?
And he says no, I'm
just looking around.
Congratulations, Jam.
I'm proud of you, man.
Thanks, man.
Good luck.
Take care.
You, too.
Jam.
Hey, Blonde.
Hey, Blondie.
What?
Hey, I got something
that belongs to you.
I told you I
couldn't drive it.
[laugh] See you
tomorrow, Jake.
See you tomorrow.
Well, looks like I'm
going to be sticking
around here for awhile.
That's too bad.
What do you got planned?
Oh, I don't know.
I'd kind of like to settle
down with a nice guy,
get a nice place.
Something stupid like that.
Come on.
JAM: (RAPPING) I repo cars, I'm
slick and smooth when I move.
All I need is a minute
and a screwdriver will do.
And if you're late
on your payments,
the sorry is what I say,
but I must make a living.
I take your car and get paid.
Yo I ain't no Einstein,
but I ain't no dope,
and it's clear to see
that we are losing hope.
The world has no honor,
the world has no class.
But I'm must say paid, I
take your car for your cash.
KING: All right, girls,
it's that time again.
Let's round them up
and move them out.
Hey, Waldo.
BMW, 1987.
Skidmark, you got a '82 Buick.
Hey, Jake, '76
Impala convertible.
Jam, a Mustang, 1960.
Lippy, '88 Volkswagen.
Waldo, when you're done with
that, I've got an '87 Chevy.
Jake, pickup truck, 1989 Chevy.
Waldo, you up for it?
I got a 1987 Mercedes.
Looking good.
Lippy, '85 Ford.
Please, bring it back.