Drive Hard Page #3

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What kind of work are you in?

Oh I consult. I work for the city.

You work for the city? What city?

Cleveland.

So you're here on vacation?

Sort of.

You seem to know a lot about me.

Well look it's the internet. Everybody's

business is everybody's business.

- Right?

- Yeah.

It's not every day you get

an Australian driver's license

and you get to meet a...

You could really teach me

how to drive.

- Right?

- Is that...

what this is about? Is that

what you want?

No, I 'm just a fan.

You know, just a fan.

How much money did you make back then?

I mean, how much are you making now?

You've got a kid in private school

and you've probably got a mortgage.

Your wife's a lawyer, but...

she's not bringing that kind scratch,

right?

I'm just...

I just realized that I'm not

feeling very well.

- What? No, no, no. I didn't mean.

- I'm gonna go.

I didn't mean to be personal.

Hey partner, don't be like that.

I just want to know...

- who I'm dealing with here. You know?

- Who are you?

What... what do you want?

Oh, I just, you know, want to get my

license and learn how to drive.

I'll take you back to the office, OK?

They'll find you

another instructor, and...

Well if that's the way you want

to play it.

Do you think umm...

we could just stop off at the

bank for five minutes?

- This is not a taxi service.

- No, I know, I have to...

cash a traveler's check.

- Mr. Keller...

- To pay you. I...

- Yeah.

- To pay you.

- Yeah, that's it. Right here.

- I can't pull over here.

- Yeah you can.

- I can't stop the car.

- Just, just... stop.

- What the f***?

- Hey!

- Five minutes.

What the f***?

Gunshots reported on Chevron Island.

F***!

Drive, drive, drive, drive!

Are you kidding me?

Oh my God! What did you do?

What did you just do?

What did we just do.

You just robbed a bank!

- That's a matter of opinion.

- You robbed a bank!

- That is not exactly true.

- Oh my God! Oh my God!

That is not technically true!

You're not going to shoot me, man.

Are you?

I can't do this, pal. I can't be

involved. I'm gone.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Help, help!

What the f***?

God damn it!

Why doesn't anybody listen to me?

Drive!

The cops are gonna shoot you down!

The cops are the last thing we

need to worry about.

We?

We better lose these guys.

- Roadblock.

- Hang on, a**hole!

Whoa!

Humphrey to base, we've lost them.

They're heading north

on Marine Parade.

Yeah, we've lost visual contact.

We're heading back to Cavill Avenue.

Standing by.

OK, run!

Take the money! Run!

Take the money and run, man!

Here! Go, go, go, go, go!

- Drive!

- The cops! Cops...

F***! God damn it!

Very impressive.

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