Wheelman Page #4

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-Do me a favor. Listen...

-I'm going to Mom's.

I love you. I don't have time

for this right now.

-What do you have time for, Dad?

-I'm very busy, Kate.

-You and Mom are divorcing--

-Just hang up on him.

-Who is that?

-[Kate] What? I can't hear--

Who is that?

Hey, who is that?

Is that Ryan? Kate?

-We're just gonna watch a movie...

-Put him on the phone.

-No.

-Put him on the phone!

-[Ryan] Hang up!

-Kate!

[line beeping]

Son of a bitchin' kid.

[recording]

Hey, what's up? This is Katie.

Leave me a message,

and I'll call you right back. Bye.

[signal beeping]

Katherine, call your father back.

Now. Call me back.

[mutters]

Pick up the f***ing--

[siren wails]

[ringtone playing]

-Clay?

-What is going on?

This whole thing's gone

f***ing sideways, Clay.

-Wait, what? What? What do you mean?

-This f***ing job, it's f***ed, man.

This guy's jerking me around. He made me

leave the other two guys at the bank.

-What? Who?

-The f***ing handler guy.

-No, who got left behind?

-The other guys.

-He made me leave them, bro.

-You left them?

-Where are they now?

-I don't know.

Holy sh*t, those were my guys.

You shouldn't have done that.

-Why didn't you call me?

-I did f***ing call--

I did call you, Clay. I called you

50 f***ing times. Look at your phone, man.

-Why didn't you have your phone on?

-I have, but--

This guy told me to f***ing leave 'em

when they came out of the bank.

-He said they're gonna shoot me, Clay.

-Shoot you?

-Yes.

-He said they were gonna shoot you?

-But you made the drop though, right?

-Did I make the drop? You f***ing idiot.

-You didn't tell me where the drop was!

-It's eight o'clock. It's almost 8:00.

-I know.

-It's 7:
55.

I know what time it is, Clay!

Shut the f*** up!

-Where's the drop?

-I don't know.

He's supposed to give you the spot.

Man, I knew this f***ing guy

was gonna pull something.

Oh, you knew he was gonna pull something,

but you don't know him? What's his name?

I don't know him. He's a Jefferson

Avenue guy. That's all I know.

Yeah, I know f***ing Jeff Ave,

motherf***er! He's a West End guy.

-What is his name?

-I don't know who he is.

-I only talked to him on the phone.

-You should be attached to his hip.

I just set it up for him. I don't--

I don't wanna know the guy any more than--

-oh, f*** me.

-Yeah, f*** you.

-F*** me. I know. F*** me.

-F*** you, Clay. Listen to me.

Listen to me.

Are you setting me up, bro?

No, I am not setting you up.

He's gonna call you with the drop.

Yeah, since when?

-I...

-Since when?

You don't know the f***ing ball

from the bounce.

You're either too dumb

and you don't know it,

or you're f***ing dumber

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