Wheelman

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[distant siren wails]

[rattles]

[door signal beeps]

-[beeping stops]

-[grunts]

[shifter clicks]

-[ignition beeping]

-[engine starts]

[brake lever clicks]

[grunts]

-[man] It's got a red trunk.

-[mechanic] What?

The trunk is red. The car is black.

Lid of the trunk is red.

[mechanic] Yeah, so?

So, I said "nondescript," you know?

It's got a red trunk.

-"Nondescript"?

-Yeah, as in non-recognizable,

as in not a black f***ing car

with a red f***ing trunk.

[mechanic] This is what they paid for.

[man sighs]

-Shocks good?

-[mechanic] Yeah.

-Brakes?

-Yep, struts, brakes, suspension...

steering wheel, everything

that was on that list. Six grand worth.

-Six grand, huh?

-[mechanic] Yeah.

-Fill it up?

-I gotta go, man.

[garage door rattling]

[faint thumping]

[distant siren wails]

[buckle clicks]

[faint whirring]

-[shifter clicks]

-[engine hums]

-[brake lever clicks]

-[shifter clicks]

-[engine roars]

-[tires screech]

[engine roars]

[tires screech]

[roaring fades]

[faint ringing]

[faint ringing]

[man on recording] Hey, this is Clay.

Leave me a message. I'll call you.

-[signal beeps]

-Clay, I don't wanna leave you a message.

I'm on my way to work.

I should only take 30 minutes or so,

and then I'm gonna go to the party,

but I got no parking instructions, bro.

Nobody called me about parking.

Clay, pick up the phone.

Call me back, come on.

[phone beeps]

Hey, Kate, what's going on?

I'm working, sweetheart.

[Kate] Dad, I'm going

to the Phoenix tonight,

- so I'll be home at, like, 1:00 or 2:00.

-1:
00 or 2:00?

-Yes.

-What's the Phoenix?

-It's a place.

-Yeah? What kind of place?

[Kate] A music place, like live music.

Oh, like live music?

Wow, that sounds fun. Who's driving?

[Kate] Dad, I'm not calling to ask you.

I'm calling to tell you, as a courtesy.

[chuckles]

Sweetheart, you're 13 years old.

13. You are calling to ask me.

Well, you don't have to go.

You can stay home. Your choice.

[Kate] I think Audrey's driving.

But maybe Ryan.

-No Ryan.

-Dad!

We're not going through this again.

You screwed up with Ryan last time.

[Kate] That's so unfair. You can't make me

stay home on a Friday night.

It's not up for discussion, Kate.

I can't talk. I'm busy. I gotta work.

I'm just gonna go anyways.

Don't leave the apartment

or you're grounded for life.

-Do you hear me?

-I'm going anyways.

-Don't leave the--

-I'm going anyways!

[phone beeping]

Kate...?

[horn honking]

[faint voices overlapping]

-[sighs]

-[door opens]

[passenger] Red trunk?

[passenger] I mean, I'm not questioning.

You must be a good driver.

It's just I've never seen anyone

drive a stick on a job before.

Yeah, it's always automatics.

Column shifters or whatever.

Wanna hear something funny? My girlfriend

thinks I'm too old to rock a hawk.

So, you know what I did?

I just grabbed a pair of her clippers.

I just zinged this right-- voop--

right off, like that.

The last couple of weeks...

[rustles] ever since.

What's your name, man?

[driver] I don't wanna talk.

What?

Chitchat. I don't chitchat

unless it's about the job.

-Talk about the job?

-Yeah.

You know, "get in," "look out,"

"watch for the cops."

-That kind of sh*t.

-Cop? Cop? Where is he?

Where is he?

[laughs]

I'm just playing.

What's in the bag?

[driver] Sit back.

-What's that?

-Sit back.

-What is it?

-Sit back.

-I will.

-Just sit the f*** back. It's my lunch.

-Your lunch?

-Yeah, my lunch.

[mohawk man chuckles]

[driver] I don't know how long

I'm gonna be out here tonight,

so I brought my lunch.

Oh, so you think

we might be out here a while, huh?

Let's hope not, right?

-Just sit back.

-Okay.

[mohawk man]

You're carrying though, right?

What?

You got a piece on you?

A "whistle"? A gun?

All business with the big man up front.

No chitchat, no talk. Silent type.

That's Clint Eastwood up front.

You know who that is?

Do the brothers love Clint Eastwood?

-What's your f***ing name, man?

-I'm not telling you my name, man.

-No?

-No.

-Nothing?

-Nothing.

I gotta call you something.

Three dudes sitting in a f***ing car,

nothing to call each other--

that's just weird, man.

I think that's just--

that's just f***ing--

just f***ing weird.

Yeah, you know, what's weird, cowboy,

is you keep f***ing asking me my name.

That's weird. I drive the car.

I'm the wheelman, okay?

That's it. End of story.

-That's it, you're just the wheelman?

-That's right.

-You just drive the car.

-Yeah, I do.

Well, then I'll just call you "Wheelman."

-That's fine.

-I know that's fine.

And you can call me "Motherf***er."

-[Motherf***er] What about you?

-My name is Ben Okri,

but you can call me

"I want my f***ing money."

Wow.

The whole thing, huh?

Well, okey-dokey, Ben Okri.

The guy in the front has a black belt

in f***ing weirdness. That's Wheelman.

I'm Motherf***er and...

here we are.

It's still f***ing weird,

but, at least, we're all somebody, right?

[rustling, clicking]

[clicking]

F*** are you doing?

Pull closer.

-I can see everything better from here.

-It's a long f***ing walk. Pull closer.

I'll be here. I'll be right here.

[phone ringtone plays]

-Yeah?

-[man] You know who this is?

Yeah, I think so.

-[bangs]

-Pull f***ing closer next time!

[man on phone] Say it.

You're the handler.

You hired Clay. Clay hired me.

[handler] So, you're driving for me.

-How do you like the car?

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