Wristcutters: A Love Story Page #3

You got anything better to do?

I mean, what's the big deal?

It's just the headlights, right?

You wouldn't

believe how many times

I've tried to have it fixed.

You're telling me this now?

I mean, this means we can't

drive at night. At all.

We'll stop somewhere

before it gets dark.

We'll just get them fixed.

It's on me. I'll pay for it.

If you insist.

But I'll bet you a beer it can't be fixed.

Let's get some music, man.

What is this? These work, right?

- Oh, sh*t.

- What?

Anything that goes underneath that seat,

forget about it.

Is there a hole or something?

Yeah.

No. It's, uh...

Kind of.

It's more like- I guess you'd say black hole

or a- a- a Bermuda Triangle.

You know, things just

disappear on you.

That's not very good.

What is it?

- It's my old band.

- Really?

I had it in my pocket when I offed.

T ake that for a sec.

Oh, man, that's worse

than I remember.

What are you talking about? I like it.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

It's not bad at all.

Mike's Car Shop.

Perfect timing, huh?

I'll bet you a beer they can't fix it.

You're on, man.

Uh, okay.

Um, uh, it's broken.

And so I don't- I don't-

I'm not sure what it is that's wrong.

But Mike is my- is my boss,

and he's an absolute genius.

We're gonna get it fixed.

You guys just wait right here.

Okay? Okay?

Hey, see that car?

It's been cruising back and forth

since we got here.

I saw it five times already.

It's a taxicab, Eugene.

Think, man.

Who the f*** would need taxi here?

I don't- I don't know.

What are you trying to say?

Look at the driver.

- Why?

- He's Arab.

You've never seen

an Arab taxi driver before?

Oh, sure, I did.

But not since I offed.

Connect the dots.

Arabs, suicides.

Doesn't that freak you out

even a little bit?

No, man. You sound

like a f***ing, uh,

Homeland Security agent.

I mean, you forget where we are.

He's dead already.

We're dead.

Everybody here is dead.

He's not gonna try anything.

Nobody gives a sh*t here.

We're all immigrants now, man.

Then why is he looking

at me like that?

'Cause you're staring at him

like you need a f***ing taxicab.

Quit looking at him. He'll go away.

Oh, shoot.

It looks like we're staying here tonight.

Hey, boy, how you doin'? You're pretty.

Hey, Jimmy, why don't you

go start this thing up?

Let's hear this beauty moan.

Well... Moan?

No, no. We just want to-

The headlights.

Oh, you need a-

You need an exhaust system,

valves got to be adjusted.

Oh, what a b*tch

of a fuel pump you got in there.

No, no, no, no. No, no.

We just want to fix the headlights.

Honey, are you home?

Honey?

He hasn't slept a wink

since we got here.

We'll fix your headlights by tomorrow.

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