Brake Page #3

Sounds like you're behind me.

You need to speed up

and catch up.

- Copy that.

Movin' out of the slow lane

now, headin' your way.

- Yes!

Okay, all right.

What kind of cars

are in front of you?

I'm in something with a large

trunk, a big-cylinder engine.

You gotta get down the plates.

You gotta write down the plates,

please.

- I'm drivin' a truck, son.

I can't write down sh*t.

- Okay, well,

what are you seeing?

What's on the road?

- Directly in front of me

a ways up, I got a red Hyundai.

Let's see, a green Saab.

- No, no.

Wait a minute.

I hear something.

I hear a Harley, man.

I hear a bike

right on top of us.

You see anything like that?

- Yeah, yeah.

There it is.

About 100 yards ahead.

- Get to that bike!

That's us, man!

Come on, hurry up!

Speed the f*** up, please!

Sounds like we're taking

an exit, man.

They're trying to lose you.

Please.

- I'm trying, kid.

I'm trying!

Can you hear me?

Hello?

- Hello?

Bob, what's happening?

Are you getting closer?

- Hello?

- Bob?

- Are you there?

- Oh, come on.

Please hear me, man.

Bob?

Bob!

You're stopping now?

- Hello?

- Hello?

- Jeremy?

Is that you?

- Molly?

Molly!

- Ooh, you've got to be

kidding me.

Now you call me?

I-I don't have time for this.

- Molly.

- I'm gonna be late for work.

I'm hanging up.

Good-bye, Jeremy.

- No, no, no!

No, no, don't hang up, please.

Look, I'm in the trunk

of a car, okay?

I'm-I'm trapped.

I'm in a box.

I need your help.

- Why am I not surprised

the first time we talk

in three months,

you drunk-dial me?

- No, I'm not-I'm not drunk.

I swear to you, okay?

Somebody dialed your number.

I'm in this f***ing box.

You're on a speakerphone, okay?

- Why do I keep getting

caught up in your sh*t, Jeremy?

This is right where

we left off.

The gambling, Morgan-

- No, this is not Morgan.

Trust me;

he would not go this far.

Look, listen to me, please.

You remember the number?

Remember the number I gave you

in case of an emergency?

- What-what number?

Ben's cell number?

- Yes.

Yes.

You need to find it, babe.

You need to find it.

- Okay, wha-I don't know

what I'm looking for.

What-what does it start with?

- I don't Know the number

by heart.

It was-it's programmed

into my phone.

- Where is your phone?

Jeremy, what's going on?

- That's what I'm trying

to figure out, okay?

Here's the deal.

Find the number.

Call Ben, please.

Tell him what's happened to me,

and then tell him

they need to secure POTUS.

In those words exactly.

Can you do that for me, please?

- Yeah, yeah.

Okay, where is it?

- Uh, my computer.

The desk.

The top drawer, in a folder.

- I emptied the desk drawers

when you moved out.

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