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a Fortune 500 company or...

...argue cab routes.

Hey.

Oh, whoa, whoa. Hey, yeah.

Come on, man, I'm sorry.

I didn't hear you, man.

Come on. I'll take you.

- Where to?

- 1039 South Union Street.

Gotcha.

- How long you think this'll take?

- Seven minutes.

Seven. Not eight? Not six?

Two minutes to get across the 110

to Normandie.

Normandie to Venice, three minutes.

Over to Union is one.

Plus one for "sh*t happens."

- Okay if I time you?

- Knock yourself out.

What do I get if you're wrong?

A free ride?

You get an apology.

I already offered my free ride today.

- To who?

- Some girl.

Did you get a date with her?

- First time in L.A.?

- No.

Tell you the truth, whenever I'm here

I can't wait to leave.

Too sprawled out, disconnected.

You know.

- That's me. You like it?

- It's my home.

Seventeen million people.

This was a country,

it'd be the fifth biggest economy in the

world, and nobody knows each other.

I read about this guy,

gets on the MTA here, dies.

Six hours he's riding the subway

before anybody notices his corpse

doing laps around L.A.,

people on and off sitting next to him.

Nobody notices.

This is the cleanest cab

I've ever been in.

- Regular ride?

- Yeah, I share it with the day-shift guy.

- Because you prefer nights?

- Yeah, people are more relaxed.

Less stress, less traffic, better tips.

- How are the benefits?

- Oh, no. It's not that kind of job.

I'm not in this for the long haul.

I'm just filling in, you know.

Just temporary while I'm getting

some things shaped up.

This is just temporary.

- How long you been driving?

- Twelve years.

Really?

What other things

you putting together?

You know, I don't wanna talk about it.

Just a little business plan.

- No offense. I just...

- None taken.

You're one of these guys that do

instead of talk. That's cool.

- Seven minutes. Man, you're good.

- I got lucky with the lights.

Yeah, sure. You probably know

the light schedules too.

Listen, I'm in town on

a real-estate deal, close in one night.

I got five stops to make.

Collect signatures, see some friends,

and then I got a 6 a.m. Out of LAX.

Why don't you hang with me.

The car's not for hire, man.

That's against regs.

- Regulations?

- Yeah.

These guys don't pay you sick leave.

How much you pull down a shift?

- How much?

- 350, 400.

Yeah? Well, let me tell you what.

I'll make it 600.

- Man, I don't know.

- Plus an extra hundred

you get me to LAX

and I don't have to run for the plane.

Oh, no, guy.

I don't know about this.

- I don't know.

- Yeah, you do.

- Man, I don't know, man.

- Yeah, you do.

Six hundred...

Cool. We got a deal.

Now, here's 300 down.

- What's your name?

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