Baby Driver Page #6

I will ask

whoever the f*** I want.

Go home, job's off.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

No. What the f***?

We are 24 hours from being descended

upon by this entire city.

Those pigs are in hog heaven.

The only way they can ID us is

with a Ouija board or some sh*t.

Well, your name only takes

four letters to spell out.

Doc, bats ain't

my real f***ing name.

It's over, Leon.

Get out of town.

Wow.

Well, I ain't running, doc.

I say we drive into the storm.

Ride the hurricane.

We could be on

a non-extradition beach,

drinking

non-extradition cocktails,

counting our non-extradition

cash in 23 hours.

And who do we get

to fence those money orders

since you shot the fence?

Buddy got a guy.

I mean, I'm just taking a wild

guess here, but buddy got a guy.

Ain't that right, wall street?

Yeah, I got a guy.

So let's f***ing do this.

I only hear three voices,

and the last time I checked,

there's four in a car.

Baby? Your call.

Time to make

a big-boy decision.

Do we do this thing or not?

He's outvoted.

We doing it.

Let him speak.

I say we all get some sleep.

Get ready for

this f***ing thing.

Baby? Your call.

Time to make

a big-boy decision.

Do we do this thing or not?

Do we do this thing or not?

Do we do this thing or not?

Do we do this thing or not?

Do we do this thing or not?

Where you going, baby?

Uh, coffee.

At 2:
00 A.M.?

That doesn't sound smart.

You f***ing kidding me?

I got enough on my plate,

worrying about bats, I got to

worry about you, too, now?

You know what?

Do me a favor.

If you're gonna mail it in

at the post office tomorrow,

then go on your little caffeine

run and don't come back.

If you're just in

this for the buzz,

if driving is just some kind

of escape for you, then go.

What y'all doing in here?

Huh?

Just making sure everything's

ready for tomorrow.

Oh, yeah.

Well, uh, look like he's going

somewhere at 2:
00 in the morning.

Are you?

No.

Good. That's good.

'Cause we got to discuss this.

No, no, it's the same one.

Baby? Your call.

Time to make

a big-boy decision.

Do we do this thing or not?

Now, why you

want to go and do that?

It's just me fooling around.

I like to record stuff.

Why you like to record stuff?

You the police?

Supposed to squeal on the

road, not to the cops.

Speak up, baby.

I... I like to listen

back to conversations.

I make music out of the words, songs,

mixes. It's just something I do.

That's one

f***ing dumbass excuse.

To be fair, even the cops

couldn't come up with an excuse

that f***ing dumbass.

Now can you play us

one of your mixes?

I can't, they're... They're just...

They're at home.

Well, it looks like we're all going

somewhere at 2:
00 in the morning, then.

Come on.

I live really far away.

No, you don't.

Wake up, baby.

Time to explain.

Joe.

Where is he?

What did you do to him?

Oh, the cripple?

Oh, don't worry about him.

He's good.

He ain't going nowhere.

Why don't you play us

something, baby?

This sh*t is bananas, doc.

B-a-n-a-n-a-s.

Hello? Hello, testing.

It's Debbie. Debora.

Yeah, except I'm d-e-b-o-r-a.

"Debora." Isn't that the

waitress from the diner?

You said you

didn't know that b*tch.

Why would you say

you didn't know her?

Have you been

talking to Debora about us?

I don't say nothing.

What about wheels?

He can't say nothing.

Yeah, but he can read motherfucking

lips, though, can't he?

Take this fool

back to his shithole.

I'll find another

driver for tomorrow.

Doc, I'm available. I can take

him where he needs to go,

get him home safe.

No, you're not

getting a new driver.

I've been on every job

since we met.

I don't squeal to the cops,

I squeal on the road.

And I'm not slow, I'm fast.

I'm your driver tomorrow.

I'm driving.

Well, you heard the kid.

He's driving.

I'll tell him.

The Atlanta region is under

a light, scattered

thunderstorm advisory

through 4:
00 P.M.

this afternoon,

with sunny skies

expected to show up around...

In downtown Atlanta today

due to the ongoing

construction work

at the intersection

of Ted Turner and...

Chance of scattered

thunderstorms

throughout most of the day.

Low tonight about 40.

Tomorrow mostly sunny, 66.

Remember, what's in there is ours.

Belongs to us.

They got our money.

They got our mama's jewels.

So let's go back in there

and take back what's ours.

Vroom, vroom, vroom.

It's go time, baby.

How the f*** I look?

Mmm-mmm.

Drop it!

- Okay, baby, let's go.

- Move!

Let's go! Let's go!

- Let's go!

- Come on, baby.

We got to go,

we got to go, we got to go!

Drive the f***ing car, retard!

Baby, move!

Put your f***ing

foot on the gas!

Come on, come on,

come on, come on! Go!

You better move this car,

I'm-a blow your f***ing head off!

Baby, move!

Three!

Move!

- Two!

- Move now!

- One!

- Now!

F***! F***!

Come on, come on,

give me your hand!

Come on! Come on!

What did you do, baby?

What the f*** did you do?

I moved.

You moved.

I'll f***ing kill you!

Jason!

Drop your weapon!

Oh, my god!

Stop!

- Put down your weapons!

- Get down on the ground!

Get back!

Hey, Pongo!

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey! Slow down!

Freeze or we'll shoot!

- Stop where you are!

- Stop!

Watch it!

Hey!

- Get out of the way!

- Out of the way!

Move!

Stop!

Hey!

Shot reported at

post office downtown...

- There he is!

- Go, go, go, go!

Hey!

Stop, or we'll shoot!

Hey! You can't...

Freeze!

Stop right there!

Hey! Whoa! What?

The driver of the car

has escaped on foot.

So Laura said...

dangerous.

No f***ing way!

Baby, you are a f***ing jinx!

Let's go, let's go,

let's go, let's go!

F***!

Just go!

Baby, f***ing get us

out of here!

This is your mess!

Your fault!

Put down your weapon!

- Get down!

- Pull back!

Get an EMT here now!

Drop your weapon! Now!

This is all your fault.

Put your hands

where I can see 'em!

- F***!

- Got three officers hit!

Suspect on foot!

You! Stop!

We need support over here.

Get out of the car.

No.

Get out of the car, lady.

Yes. Yeah.

Getting out.

Getting out of the car.

I'm getting... oh, my god!

Oh, my purse!

Shootout near Peachtree center.

Botched post office robbery.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

God.

What the f***?

I have breaking news.

This is coming to you live

from the scene of a police

shootout in downtown Atlanta.

Police tell us

that three robbers

entered a us post office branch

downtown shortly after 1:00 P.M.

But what started as a robbery...

Sh*t. Oh, sh*t, Joe!

Joe, Joe, Joe!

You all right?

I'm so sorry.

This is all my fault.

All right. We got to get out of here.

All right? Things are bad.

I'm not blind!

No.

No. No.

I don't want

your dirty money!

I know, I know,

but I can't leave you here!

From the scene of that shooting,

and we want to warn you

that some of that video

is very graphic...

Bo's diner. What'll you have?

Is Debora there?

Debbie?

She's with a customer right now.

You want to hold?

Just tell her baby's coming.

Baby?

B-a-b-y. Baby.

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