Wheelman Page #2

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-It's fine, man. It's fine. Where's Clay?

-No issues with it?

-The trunk's red, but--

-What's that?

-Nothing. It's fine, man.

I need the drop.

Clay never gave me the drop.

What do you think of the other two?

They're inside doing your thing right now.

-Oh, they're in the bank?

-They're in the bank right now.

-I need the drop. I don't have the drop.

-What do you think of me?

I don't know you.

You don't know me?

You just told me you know who I am.

I know it's your job, okay?

I never met you. I don't know your name.

-I don't know anything.

-I know you.

Is that right?

How many years did you do

for that warehouse fire? Three years.

I'm guessing your ass is a little tender,

and you owe big.

And so, here you are.

Yeah. What the f*** is this?

For the rest of the night, you don't take

any calls except for this blocked number.

When the other two get back in the car,

they'll put the money in the trunk.

-Then I want you to leave them.

-F*** does that mean?

-Leave them behind.

-I'm not f***ing doing that.

-You will.

-I'm not leaving them behind.

-They're gonna kill you.

-F***...

-Where's Clay?

-I told them to kill you at the drop.

-I wanna talk to Clay.

-Leave them behind,

or they'll shoot you

in the head at the drop.

-Open up! Open the f***ing trunk!

-F***. Where the f*** is Clay?

-[phone line beeping]

-[Motherf***er] Let's go, let's go!

Hey! What the--? Ugh!

Hey, motherf***er!

[tires screeching]

F***! F***!

[phone ringing]

[recording]

Hey, this is Clay. Leave me a message.

-Clay?

-I'll call you.

Clay, there's a f***ing problem, man!

Call me back!

-Sh*t.

-[phone ringing]

-Hello?

-[woman] ...that's totally ridiculous--

-Hello, hello?

-[woman] Hello?

-Where's Clay?

-Uh... hey, where'd Clay go?

-I'm not sure...

-See if he's there. See if he's there.

He's not here. I don't know where he's at.

I just picked up his phone.

-Wanna leave a message?

-Listen, tell him to call his driver.

-His driver?

-Yeah, his f***ing driver. It's urgent.

Don't be f***ing around!

Tell him to call his driver!

-Okay, his dri--

-Stupid.

-Where the f***'s Clay?

-[handler] Where are you?

I wanna talk to Clay, man.

-Where are you?

-I don't know.

I don't know where I am, man.

Lincoln-- Lincoln and...

Lincoln and 3rd somewhere.

Where's the drop?

-You're not headed to the drop.

-Come again?

Now that I know you're the kind of guy

who would leave his f***ing crew behind,

-you're gonna do a few things for me.

-Hey, hey! Fuckface!

-You told me to leave them!

-[handler chuckles]

It's not your fault. You do

what you gotta do to survive, right?

You know what? F*** you, man.

I don't know you. I wanna talk to Clay.

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