Baby Driver Page #4
Yeah, Jack, all looks
fine back here. Over.
No bandit glass,
one armed guard,
10 cameras,
eight registers, two open,
11 customers and four employees.
Thank you.
Uh...
Uh, stamps.
That your boy?
Sure.
Yeah, he sure is.
How old is he?
Four.
Eight.
They grow up so
freaking fast, don't they?
Does he have a name?
You have a name, don't you?
Samm.
Well, Samm, I got a mint
with your name on it.
You have a mint
that says "Samm"?
Aw.
Sweet.
Are you here tomorrow?
Sure am. Working 9:00
to 5:
00, just like Dolly.Oh, Dolly Parton. Yeah.
I like her.
Mmm, who doesn't?
"Everybody wants happiness,
nobody wants pain.
"But you can't have a rainbow
without a little rain."
Wise lady.
Yeah, she sure is.
Hmm.
Bye.
Hit me.
No bandit glass,
one armed guard,
10 cameras,
eight registers, three open.
And, uh, 11 customers.
And, uh, four employees.
Anything else?
The teller seemed nice.
She gave me a mint.
Did she?
Yeah.
You probably wouldn't even
need to use a gun with her.
Just say "boo," and she'll
give you the big bills first.
Chip's off the old block.
What floor are you on?
Third.
Those stairs must be a
real b*tch for Joe, huh?
It's my business
to know everything.
So, are they a b*tch?
There's an elevator.
Ooh, fancy.
So, am I gonna see you tonight?
Yes, you will.
You're not just saying what you
think I want to hear, right?
You consider me a friend,
don't you?
You and I are a team.
Nothing is more important
than our friendship.
Good to know.
You'll be out of
this shithole soon.
You're going up in the world!
Bo's diner, what'll you have?
Is Debora there?
Debbie, phone.
Keep it short.
Hello?
It's baby.
Hey. To what do
I owe this honor?
I just wanted to
hear your voice.
Am I still seeing you later?
I have to drive again.
Oh, okay. Thought
y'all were done with that.
So did I.
It's not what I want.
And what do you want, baby?
I want us to head west on 20,
in a car we can't afford,
with a plan we don't have.
Keep driving and never stop.
Are you serious?
I am, Debora.
You in?
I'm in, baby.
See you soon.
There he is.
Hey, baby.
Hey, baby.
Hear-no-evil's back, huh?
Have you seen this kid move?
Yeah, I've seen him.
Think doc likes
having him around
because he can park in the
disabled spots by the bank.
- Disabled spot?
- Yeah.
He got some sh*t wrong with his ears.
Tinnitus or something.
Anyway, he gotta listen
to music 24 hours a day
to drown out
the whining in his ears.
Oh, sh*t!
You know who else has
the exact same thing
and does that exact same thing?
Barbra Streisand.
Darling, do I look like
I know a f***ing thing
about Barbra f***ing Streisand?
Hey! Watch your mouth. That's
my lady you're talking to.
Yeah.
Watch your mouth.
I'll watch what I want to watch.
Is that true?
Is that why you have music
in your head all the time?
Drown out the noise?
Yeah.
It keeps me moving.
It's an escape. I get it.
Hey, buddy, you seen a violin?
I had a violin here.
Shut up.
I used to fool around with
cars when I was a kid.
Drive around all night like a speed
freak listening to the radio.
I used to have my special tape
that had my killer
track on it. Get me flying.
You got one of those?
Sure.
Well, what is it?
Brighton rock.
What?
Queen?
Yeah.
It's got that
crazy big guitar solo.
Yeah, I know that song.
My brother used to
play sheer heart attack
right through the wall.
You got it on here?
Uh, I got it on this one.
Play it.
Let's hear that killer track.
Yeah.
What you ladies listening to?
Queen.
Queen!
Queen? Streisand, now queen. What the f***?
What y'all gonna do?
Y'all gonna belt out show
tunes on the way to the job?
You don't need
a score for a score.
You just...
Put your f***ing foot on the
gas and drive the goddamn car.
That's all
the music you need, folks.
Come on, now.
You never been a wheelman?
You never had a lucky song?
Well, a cigarette song.
Apres- heist, glass of scotch.
Absolutely.
But not before a job.
I got enough demons right here
playing music all the time.
Yeah, well, that I believe.
Had a buddy once walk away from a job.
You know why?
Because something was playing
on the radio he didn't like.
We about to go in, he won't
get out the f***ing car. Why?
'Cause knock, knock,
knockin' on heaven's door
is playing on the Fm.
He called it a hex song.
That, end of the road
by Boyz ii men,
hotel California by the eagles.
He called 'em all hex songs.
Then come talking about some crazy
sh*t like we all gonna die.
So what?
You bail on the job?
F*** no,
I didn't bail on the job.
I went and got that money.
And we didn't die, either.
Now, he bought it
a little later,
but it had nothing
to do with the heist.
Do all your stories end up
with somebody dying?
I guess you just
got to find out, huh?
I need four pairs of eyes
and three sets of ears.
Gather round.
The postal service is dying.
People don't care
about their mail anymore.
Lucky for us,
their loss is our gain.
Money orders.
For I happen to know a guy
who has a machine
that can turn
blank ones into green.
Each box contains
250 slips per box,
each slip worth up to a grand.
That's quarter a mil per box.
Dot, dot, dot.
You do the math.
Darling goes in the front.
Buddy takes a five-alligator
count and follows her inside.
You put on these privacy glasses
Another five-alligator count.
Darling gets in line,
buddy takes her hostage,
shotgun to her head.
That gets you guys
in the back office.
We role-play that a lot.
Uh-huh.
Baby drives bats
around the loading dock.
Bats uses this security card supplied
by an insider with a nasal problem
to get in the staff entrance
and cover the rear.
You guys grab all the boxes
and then sneak out the back
to baby and the waiting car.
Did you get all that, baby?
Yeah.
Okay, one more thing.
We need some fresh hardware, not
traceable to us or any previous jobs.
Now, I've got some contacts who
can get us some clean firepower,
so the pickup is tonight.
But after the pickup,
you come straight back here.
You all have an early start in the
morning, and there's eyes everywhere.
So, you're staying
the night here.
Oh, we in bed together now.
Pull over there.
I got to take a leak.
Want some gum?
Want some gum, buddy?
Yeah, I'll take some gum.
Tell me what we're gonna do
with all that money.
We're gonna go to Vegas.
We'll put it all on red.
We'll get married again.
It'll be real romantic.
Mmm.
You know what was real,
real romantic?
What was real, real romantic?
When you stabbed that guy.
Which guy?
The guy that robbed you, the
guy that called you a whore,
or the guy that
looked at you funny?
The last one.
Yeah. I do remember that.
Bats just looked at me funny.
You want me to kill bats?
Not before the job, silly.
Hmm?
about this in front of baby?
He won't say a thing.
Will you, baby? Hmm?
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