Baby Driver Page #3

"Mary, Mary,

where you goin' to?"

"Proud Mary keep on burnin'."

"The wind cries Mary."

She's got me beat. Again.

She's got endless songs.

I got one.

No, you got two.

What's the other one?

Debora,

the song I'm talking about.

Who by?

Trex.

T.Rex?

Uh, yeah.

I've heard of them,

but don't know that one.

How's it go?

Oh.

"A Zeb-Ora"?

Like a zebra, I guess.

Yeah. Well, I'm wearing

black and white,

so you can call me Deebra.

Actually, I actually

got Debora on here.

Okay, what? How many

of those do you have?

Oh, I got different iPods

for different days and moods.

Oh. And you're in

a pink and glittery mood.

I am now.

What is your name?

Baby.

Wait, what?

Your name's baby?

B-a-b-y, baby?

Yeah.

Well, then,

you have us all beat.

Every damn song is about you.

We could drive back and forth

across the states forever

and never run out

of "baby" songs.

We might run out of gas, though.

Did your mom call

you "baby" as a kid?

Sometimes.

She used to work here?

Sometimes, but,

uh, she was a singer, too.

What does she do now?

Nothing.

Uh, I could find

Debora if you want.

Debbie!

For crying out loud.

Well, uh, play it

for me sometime

I don't have to get out of here.

Deal?

Yeah, deal.

Now, you know what you want yet?

To get out of here.

You're right. I do like it.

Good.

So, what's your story, baby?

You from here?

I am.

Keep going. Keep going.

You're from here.

Uh-huh.

You're a driver. You like music.

You don't talk much.

No.

I've, uh, spoken more

to you today

than I have to anyone all year.

Whoa.

Okay.

Not a motor-mouth. Noted.

Yeah, yeah. I have...

I have this, uh, hearing thing.

I was in an accident

when I was little.

Is that what

happened to your mom?

Yeah. Yeah, and my dad.

I miss her.

I'm sorry.

No, don't be.

I live with my foster dad,

but now he's getting old,

so it's more like

I'm looking after him.

Yeah. I know how that feels.

I had to look after my mom

when she got sick.

It might seem tough now,

but once they're gone,

you'll miss having

someone to care for.

I don't have much to

keep me here anymore.

You don't?

You know,

mmm, we could get together some

other time, some other place?

Oh, you mean, uh, somewhere that's

not a diner or a laundromat?

Yeah, well, it's not that

this isn't nice but...

Oh, well,

we could go to, uh... um...

Oh, bacchanalia.

I've never been.

I... I hear it's nice.

Oh, it's... It's the

finest winin' and dinin'

of all the wines

and dines in town.

That is nice.

Um, but they got me pulling

doubles this week, though.

What about next week?

What's your schedule like?

I don't know.

Oh, I forgot.

They call, you go.

No, I mean, I'm...

I'm not working.

You're not driving anymore?

No.

I'm sorry.

No, don't be.

It's my choice.

Well, aren't you the lucky one.

So who's Debora?

The girl.

His name, Malik Kelly,

a local veteran.

You saw what these folks were doing.

You took action. Why?

I'm done.

I saw these guys go marching in

the bank with Halloween masks,

weapons drawn.

They were attacking...

Is this the place?

Here.

Pizza?

Are we celebrating?

Celebrating you getting

a real job.

What kind of job?

Wouldn't it be good

to bring joy to people

when you drive?

Pizza?

Order's up!

Whoa.

That was fast.

I know.

Pizza!

Look...

You only have to

wash your hands once

after counting that.

I know.

And not put

other lives

in danger.

I won't let anything bad

happen to you.

I'm not talking

about me.

You're all good. A gentleman

picked this up already.

A gentleman?

Who is that?

It's my old boss.

Uh...

Excuse me one second.

- Here you are, madam.

- Thank you very much.

Have a good night.

Good meal, baby?

That FOIE Gras terrine

is something, huh?

Yeah.

You don't look

happy to see me. Why?

I said we were straight, but

did you think we were done?

That that was it?

Uh, I guess I did.

Well, I could give you the

good news and the bad news,

except there is no bad news.

The good news is you're about

to make a lot of money.

And the good news is you're

about to make a lot of money.

I got... I got a job, doc.

Yeah, but why slave away

delivering Goodfellas pizzas

just to afford a night out here,

when you could make all that

dough with a great fella? Me.

And then take your gal here for f***ing

dinner every night of the week?

You paid off your debt.

Now it's time to profit.

This is the fun bit, baby.

By the time this job is over,

you'll be rolling in money,

buying maseratis and feeding

your gal catfish dipped in gold.

So, what do you say?

You in?

Am I in?

No, don't answer my question

with another question.

You give me one of

two replies. Yes or no.

No, doc.

You know I never do a job with the

exact same crew twice, right?

Yes.

And you also know

you've been my driver

for every job since we met.

Yes.

So, I'm of the thinking

that you are my lucky charm

and that I'm not doing

this job without you.

Now, I don't think I need

to give you the speech

about what happens

when you say no,

how I could break your legs

and kill everyone you love,

because you already

know that, don't you?

Yeah.

So, what's it gonna be,

behind the wheel

or in a wheelchair?

The first one.

I'll pick you up in the morning.

Don't stay out too late, now.

Oh.

And your, uh, waitress

girlfriend, she's cute.

Let's keep it that way.

Good night, sir.

Well, that was some pretty

fine winin' and dinin'.

Must have friends in high

places to get a table there.

Oh, I don't know about that.

Is everything okay, baby?

It will be.

You want to talk about it?

I make a mean cup of coffee.

I mean, I... I don't.

I make terrible coffee.

I want to, but I...

I can't right now.

You know, you...

You don't have

to worry about me.

You can tell me anything.

I'm not worried about you.

I mean, I...

You're the best thing that's

happened to me in a long time.

And I just worry that

I'm not good enough for you.

Oh, well, don't.

I can see you're kind

and you're different.

And I'm here for you

when you're ready.

What are you doing tomorrow?

Uh, you tell me.

Good morning.

These places never get rolled.

People don't realize that there's

gold in them there hills.

And those that do,

don't have the stones

to pull off a job so

public in the hub of it.

This place'll be ripe

around this time tomorrow,

but I need you to do

something for me today.

I can't be seen in there,

but you can.

So go inside.

Take note of the number

of cameras and positions,

the number of registers open,

the number of employees

and the number of customers.

Is there a guard?

Is he armed?

Do they have bandit glass?

And get in line,

buy some stamps.

Take your buds out,

pull your shades off.

Oh, and, uh, take the nephew.

Less suspicious.

The United States

postal service.

We're here, working for you,

seven days a week.

We do a lot more

than just stamps these days.

You'd be surprised at

what we have to offer.

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