Getaway Page #4

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[SIREN WAILS]

God, God, I promise,

I'll be good from now on.

Please, let me live.

You're really not helping,

okay?

Turn right.

[TIRES SQUEAL]

Great.

[SIRENS WAIL]

Turn right down the alley.

[GASPS]

Stop!

Holy sh*t!

Two minutes.

We're gonna die,

please stop!

[SIREN WAILS]

Man:
Look out!

I don't think

you'll make it.

What are you doing?!

Take a deep breath, okay,

and calm down.

[GASPS]

Sh*t!

I wouldn't relax just yet.

[SIRENS WAIL]

Sh--

not again.

Did you think we were done?

No, don't!

Oh, God!

[HORN BEEPS]

You're running out of time.

Oh!

Tick tock, tick tock.

You have less than a minute.

Turn into the park.

Not into the park!

All right, here we go!

Your wife's time

is running out.

Man:
Watch out!

[GASPS]

Go through the intersection.

All right, hold on!

[GASPS]

Not much time, Mr. Magna.

Oh, no!

No, please don't! Don't!

Yep, yep, yep, yep,

yep, hold on!

Five...

Four...

Come on, come on!

...three...

Two...

One...

Zero.

Bravo, Mr. Magna.

Well done.

Bravo!

Your wife lives...For now.

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

Well done.

[SIRENS WAIL]

[CARPHONE RINGS]

Answer.

"Brent Magna is both reckless

and fearful.

"He is, in short,

a dangerous driver and should

pursue another profession."

Remember that review?

It wasn't very flattering.

They're blind

to your real talents,

which are perfectly suited

to my needs.

Do I know you?

I know you, Mr. Magna,

and I believe in you.

Listen, I need to know

when this is all gonna be over,

all right? I need --

[TRIPLE BEEP]

What are you doing?

Hey, what are you doing?

I hate you.

[SARCASTICALLY]

Yeah, I love you.

Do you realize that

I'll just have to buy

another limited edition

shelby super snake,

take another six months

to re-time the cams,

open up the intake

and then customize it?

And then I'm gonna drive it

over your face.

You sure know a lot

about cars for --

for a girl?

Yeah.

Wow.

I like fast cars and computers

and boy things --

how butch.

It's the 21st century,

you should join it.

[PHONE CHIMES]

What're you doing?

I'm documenting this sh*t.

I'm not going to jail

after we get arrested.

Well, nobody's

gonna get caught, okay?

That's right, I forgot.

We're just gonna die.

Nobody's going to die, all right?

Because you're a dumbass who attacks

the police with a damn car.

I didn't attack --

now every cop

in this entire country

is hoping to run into us

to put a couple bullets

in our heads.

Yeah, that's a good plan.

We are alive.

Barely.

Not much of a thinker,

are you?

Well, you know,

I didn't actually graduate

from charm school like you,

so maybe, you know, someday

you can give me some tutoring

or something.

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