Baby Driver Page #3

that was our boy.

He's been boosting cars

since he was old enough

to see over the dash.

He stole my Mercedes.

Had a lot of merch in it.

I watched him do it, too.

I didn't stop him, though,

'cause I was just blinded

by the balls on that kid.

'Course he didn't know

who I was,

or the worth of the junk in

the trunk once he dumped it,

but once I tracked him down, I

made sure to tell him who I was,

what I was capable of,

and how much he owed me.

And since he's

been paying me back,

he's also shown me

what he's capable of.

Wow.

I just drew a whole

goddamn map in chalk

while we've been

standing here squawking.

That's pretty

f***ing impressive, right?

Shop, let's talk it.

Baby, you with us?

Bank robbers. Whatever.

It's got to be ready for

an 8:
30 start in the A.M.

Questions?

I got a question, doc.

Why would I believe phones over

here heard a goddamn word you said?

You laid down your whole play.

He ain't even listening.

Baby?

The target is an armored truck

at perimeter trust in

Dunwoody, 10:
00 A.M. sharp.

We have the details of the route

because someone at the depot

has a nasal problem.

The bank itself is right

near the Buford highway,

so we should be able

to hit the ramp

within 60 seconds

of getting out.

We also have a diversion crew.

They're gonna blow up

a bread truck a ways away,

keep the fuzz busy.

The dress code is the Michael

Myers Halloween mask,

but don't all buy your masks at the

same time. It looks suspicious.

The switch car is ready,

but you want me to hit the

long-stay parking structure

at Hartsfield-Jackson

to get a heist vehicle

that stays colder longer.

Boost a commuter car,

a family car,

something that blends in well

with morning traffic.

Something on the heavy side in case

we need to ram the cops off the road.

A escalade, Yukon,

avalanche, whatever.

It needs to be ready

for an 8:
30 start in the A.M.

Questions?

Well, ain't y'all cute.

That's my baby.

F*** your baby.

What's in there is ours.

It belongs to us.

They took our money,

our hard-earned paper.

They snuck in when we

were asleep last night

and took the pants off the

chair and emptied our wallets.

They got what's rightfully ours.

Let's go get it back,

what's rightfully ours.

What the f*** is this mask?

Austin powers.

Doc said Michael Myers!

This is Mike Myers!

It should be the Halloween mask.

This is a Halloween mask!

No, the killer dude

from Halloween.

Oh, you mean Jason.

- No!

- No! God! F***!

Let's go.

Wait, wait.

I got to start the song over.

The f***?

What?

Okay, go.

Move!

Go!

Go!

Yeah, we out! Let's go!

- Let's move!

- I got this.

Come on! Let's go!

Man up!

It's a tough business.

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