A Life Less Ordinary Page #3

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Now, I want my job back!

I want what I had before,

Mr. Naville!

I'm gonna count to five.

If you don't oblige me,

I'm gonna kill you.

One!

Two!

Three!

[Chuckling]

Four!

- Five!

- [Gunshot]

Ow!

- Ow!

- Ow!

- What did you say that for?

- Five comes directly after four.

ROBERT:
I know that!

CELINE:

I thought you had a problem.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

Without access

to a proper education...

- Shut up!

- I was just trying to help.

I don't need any help.

NAVILLE:
You'll die for this,

I swear to God.

- I'm sorry. No.

- You could shoot him again.

CELINE:
In the head this time.

I'll count to five.

Shut up!

Who are you, anyway?

Nobody!

CELINE:
I'm his daughter.

Aah!

[People talking, laughing]

MAN:
This kid's got a gun.

Hey, cool it.

MAN:
Take it easy, pal.

Chill out.

ROBERT:
Drive!

Will you just drive?!

CELINE:
I can't.

- What?

- I don't know how.

- You don't know how to drive?

- I never learned.

- Why not?!

- I didn't need to!

Well, you do now!

This one makes it go faster,

that one slower.

This is forwards,

that's backwards.

The rest you can pick up

as we go along.

Drive!

CELINE:
Where are we going?

ROBERT:
Never mind that.

Just drive more carefully.

CELINE:
He cut in on me.

ROBERT:

Mirror, signal, maneuver.

[Whistling]

ROBERT:
You say nothing, OK?

WALT:
Afternoon, ma'am.

Afternoon, sir.

My name's Walt.

I'm here to help you any way

I can during your visit...

be it short or long...

and whether it is purely

for refueling purposes...

or for the use of our extensive

washroom and retail facilities.

- Is this a gas station, Walt?

- It sure is, sir.

Then fill it up with gas

and cut the crap.

The guy was just doing his job.

You know, he was just trying

to be helpful.

You're in a lot of trouble,

you know?

My father's

gonna have you killed.

Do you realize that?

Tortured first, naturally.

Then he's gonna have you killed.

ROBERT:

And what if I let you go?

CELINE:

I don't know. What do you think?

Think he's just gonna

forgive you?

Wait a minute.

Why would I ask him

to forgive me?

Your father treated me

like a piece of sh*t...

like I was nobody...

just because I was a cleaner...

like I was disposable.

WALT:
Ahem.

Well, that's the tank full, sir.

Thank you, Walt.

That's for you, Walt.

You're a man, Walt.

Not a slave, not a machine.

Don't let anyone

ever treat you otherwise.

Go on.

[Starts engine]

[Window squeaking]

CELINE:
It's empty.

[Glass breaks]

ROBERT:
Let's get this clear.

I'm not gonna hurt you...

but I am the kidnapper,

and you are the...

CELINE:
Victim.

That's just the way it is.

It's OK.

I've been through this before.

Kidnapped before?

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