Baby Driver Page #2

This the one you say listens

to the music all the time?

The driver's supposed

to be the eyes and the ears,

not just the eyes.

Why does he listen to music

all the time, doc?

- He's got mental problems?

- No, no, no, no.

I'm the one got the mental

problems in the crew.

Position taken.

He's got tinnitus.

Tinna-what?

He had an accident

when he was a kid.

He's still got a hum in the drum.

Plays music to drown it out.

Yeah, but you feel me.

Hat?

Huh?

Your tattoo says, "hat."

Yeah. It used to say "hate."

But to increase my chances of

employment, I got the "e" removed.

How's that working out for you?

Who doesn't like hats?

So, doc,

how many jobs

you done with the kid?

If you can't take

my word for him,

then get back in

that f***ing elevator.

You never heard of

the spirit of 85?

The joyrider?

Yeah.

The ghost that baited

cops doing 130 on 85.

Headlights off,

brake lights disconnected.

He drove 'em around in circles

on spaghetti junction.

Left 'em in the dust every time.

That was our boy there.

Wasn't that, like, 10 years ago?

Yeah.

Well, like I said,

that was our boy.

He's been boosting cars

since he was old enough

to see over the dash.

He stole my Mercedes.

Had a lot of merch in it.

I watched him do it, too.

I didn't stop him, though,

'cause I was just blinded

by the balls on that kid.

'Course he didn't know

who I was,

or the worth of the junk in

the trunk once he dumped it,

but once I tracked him down, I

made sure to tell him who I was,

what I was capable of,

and how much he owed me.

And since he's

been paying me back,

he's also shown me

what he's capable of.

Wow.

I just drew a whole

goddamn map in chalk

while we've been

standing here squawking.

That's pretty

f***ing impressive, right?

Shop, let's talk it.

Baby, you with us?

Bank robbers. Whatever.

It's got to be ready for

an 8:
30 start in the A.M.

Questions?

I got a question, doc.

Why would I believe phones over

here heard a goddamn word you said?

You laid down your whole play.

He ain't even listening.

Baby?

The target is an armored truck

at perimeter trust in

Dunwoody, 10:
00 A.M. sharp.

We have the details of the route

because someone at the depot

has a nasal problem.

The bank itself is right

near the Buford highway,

so we should be able

to hit the ramp

within 60 seconds

of getting out.

We also have a diversion crew.

They're gonna blow up

a bread truck a ways away,

keep the fuzz busy.

The dress code is the Michael

Myers Halloween mask,

but don't all buy your masks at the

same time. It looks suspicious.

The switch car is ready,

but you want me to hit the

long-stay parking structure

at Hartsfield-Jackson

to get a heist vehicle

that stays colder longer.

Boost a commuter car,

a family car,

something that blends in well

with morning traffic.

Something on the heavy side in case

we need to ram the cops off the road.

A escalade, Yukon,

avalanche, whatever.

It needs to be ready

for an 8:
30 start in the A.M.

Questions?

Well, ain't y'all cute.

That's my baby.

F*** your baby.

What's in there is ours.

It belongs to us.

They took our money,

our hard-earned paper.

They snuck in when we

were asleep last night

and took the pants off the

chair and emptied our wallets.

They got what's rightfully ours.

Let's go get it back,

what's rightfully ours.

What the f*** is this mask?

Austin powers.

Doc said Michael Myers!

This is Mike Myers!

It should be the Halloween mask.

This is a Halloween mask!

No, the killer dude

from Halloween.

Oh, you mean Jason.

- No!

- No! God! F***!

Let's go.

Wait, wait.

I got to start the song over.

The f***?

What?

Okay, go.

Move!

Go!

Go!

Yeah, we out! Let's go!

- Let's move!

- I got this.

Come on! Let's go!

Man up!

It's a tough business.

Go! Hit it!

Yeah, baby!

Look out! F***!

What the f***?

- We got a hero!

- Go!

God damn!

F***! Get him!

Do your job, baby.

Let's go!

Sh*t!

Watch out, watch out, watch out!

Yeah!

That's how you do it, baby!

Come on!

Yes!

Ha!

What the f***?

Soldier boy.

He ain't giving up, huh?

Come on, soldier boy.

Sh*t!

Ah! No, no, no, no! No!

No!

No!

Got your ass now.

Damn it! I had that g.I. Joe

motherf***er dead to rights!

God damn!

New ride. Let's go.

Come on, boys, let's rock!

Move! Move! Move! Move!

Huh? Sweetheart.

Oh, my love.

Get out the car!

I have a child!

I got one, too.

Get the f*** out!

No!

Come on!

Get in! Let's move.

Here, it's okay.

- Bring your sorry ass over!

- God damn it! Sh*t!

- Baby, what are you doing?

- Here, take him.

Leave the baby in the car.

Leave the baby in the car!

Get your damn weird ass

over here now!

- Come on! Let's go!

- I'm coming!

Let's rock!

Let's go!

Oh, sh*t! No! F***!

I left my shotgun behind.

What?

I left my shotgun behind.

Not groovy, JD.

Not groovy at all.

Cops! Cops! Cops!

Sh*t. Get down.

Stay down. Stay down.

All units be on the lookout

for a red Saturn aura,

license plate...

You see JD over there?

Now, JD's a idiot.

But you a bright boy, though.

So I got a question for you.

You make me miss that shot?

Come on, now.

You can tell me.

No.

You're a good driver.

You're a bad liar, though.

In this business, the moment

you catch feelings...

Is the moment

you catch a bullet.

Now, pick up your purse

and go get the coffee.

About goddamn time.

Oh, you looking for JD?

International man of mystery?

'Cause he's long gone, baby.

You got that right.

Just put it down.

We'll drink it.

So, this is it.

I'm a man of my word.

And you're all straight, baby.

That's it?

Sure is.

- You're all paid up.

- Cause for celebration.

Yeah, sure is.

Oh.

Yeah, well, before you

go completely crazy...

You need to sunset that ride.

Drive safe, baby.

You're back.

I sure am.

Well, then, you, sir,

are gonna be

my very last customer,

because I am walking out that

door in precisely 30 seconds.

You're leaving?

Yes, sir.

Can I come with you?

You don't have work or nothing?

Uh, I don't.

I am done with work.

Wow. You seem real

happy about that.

Yeah, I sure am.

God damn it!

I don't blame you. Well,

you're welcome to come with,

but I don't know how exciting

you're gonna find the laundromat.

Huh?

I got to run some errands.

Oh.

But think about what you want, and

I will stick around just for you.

Coffee?

Please. Uh, cream and sugar.

So, how you two getting along?

Oh, good.

He's sweet, isn't he?

That kid? He's been coming

here since before me.

Think maybe his mom

used to work here.

Huh.

Know what you want?

Your name?

Well, you can get that for free.

It's Debbie. Debora.

Oh, like the song.

The Beck one? Yeah.

Well, except I'm d-e-b-o-r-a, and

I think that's just d-e-b-r-a.

I don't know that one.

Oh, it goes, um...

Jenny?

The song's about him wanting

to get with Jenny

and her sister, too,

whose name is Debra.

So it's not even really about me.

It's about the sister.

My sister's name is Mary.

She has got all the songs.

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