Drive Hard Page #4

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held up the bank.

And you have no idea who these men are.

No. Why? Should I?

I know you understand how

important it is

that we resolve this as quickly

as possible.

I can assure we have things well

in hand.

And that nothing... nothing

leads back to me or the organization.

- Do we understand each other?

- That won't happen.

OK. Can I get you something?

- Would you like a drink?

- A drink?!

I don't like you, Rossi. I have never

liked you.

Now, I let them talk me into putting

you into a position

of more responsibility

than I thought you could handle.

And that was a mistake.

I will make all of this go away.

Alright, I give you my word.

Your word?

As if anybody's word

ever meant anything to anyone

around here.

If I don't hear from you, say within

24 hours...

I'll assume you're no longer with us.

Did something happen to Daddy?

No, we're just going on a little holiday, honey.

- Did Daddy die?

- No, of course not.

- Why would you say that?

- Terrorists?

No, he's fine. Daddy's fine. Just

get in the car, OK?

- Mom?

- Yeah?

Give me that!

- Daddy robbed a bank?

- No, he didn't.

They just got it wrong , OK?

Daddy robbed a bank!

- Daddy robbed a bank!

- Stop it!

- He did not rob a bank.

- Yes he did.

He would never rob a bank.

- Yes he would.

- Oh my God!

Alright. So what we're gonna do...

We're gonna follow this road

north, towards Mount Tambourine.

We're just gonna stay on the back roads,

observe the speed limit...

we're gonna keep a low profile...

- Seat belts!

- What?

We're gonna put our seat belts on.

- Out here?

- Well if you're saying keep

a low profile, cops do come out here

at some point.

- We should put our belts.

- Okay .

If they see us, they'll pull us over.

I'm putting mine on.

Ah you know what? The one's not

even f***ing working.

I couldn't even put this on if I wanted to.

I don't know, man.

Your plan's falling apart, pal.

If a cop sees us, we're not wearing

our seat belts... this could be a disaster!

No, don't worry. We'll be fine.

I got this.

Alright, so assuming I do take your

money, right?

- Yeah, assuming.

- Assuming.

How I am I going to spend

any of that money... your invisible

money that you've got

if I'm in prison?

- You're not gonna go to jail.

- I'm just wondering.

- No, no, no.

- Are you sure about that?

You might get killed,

or we both might get killed,

but nobody's going to jail. I promise.

How the f*** am I going to

convince anybody that I'm a hostage here?

I've got that figured out.

- You want to share it?

- Yeah, it's easy.

We call the Feds, right? And we tell them...

you tell them, "Hey, I'm a hostage!

I'm a hostage!"

"I got taken over. This guy's totally

psychotic!"

In fact we can do it right now.

- Now?

- Pull over.

But let me check to see if I can get

a signal.

- Here?

- No, keep going.

Did my Daddy really rob a bank?

You must be Rebecca, right?

- Yes.

- I'll tell you what.

When we get this all figured out

I'll give you an official briefing, OK?

- Cool!

- Go.

Can we sit down?

Sure.

Did your husband ever mention the

name "Simon Keller"?

Keller? No. At least I don't think so.

Have you ever met this man before?

I've never seen him before.

Your husband never mentioned his name?

No!

- Your husband used to race cars. Yes?

- That's right.

And now he's a driving instructor?

At time, for what it's worth.

So... he wasn't bringing in much

money then.

- That doesn't mean that he...

- Your husband

has been recorded driving the getaway

vehicle.

I know, I've seen some of the footage, but...

there has to be an explanation.

Look, I really shouldn't be talking to you.

Mrs. Roberts, we're just trying to help.

You're trying to put

my husband in jail.

- Right now we're trying to find him.

- Yes, so you're on our side.

Mr. Keller is a career criminal,

Mrs. Roberts. Your husband is in

grave danger, and if we don't find him...

If he calls you, I need you to contact

me immediately.

We'll see.

In the meantime, we'll find an officer

to stay with you at all times.

That won't be necessary.

I don't agree.

What the hell is going on here? Hey!

Who are you people? What are you doing

in my bank?

Mr. Rossi, I presume. I'm Agent Walker

federal police, Major Crime Squad.

This is my associate, Agent Brown.

- What's going on?

- This is a warrant.

We're gonna take a look at your books.

Mr. Rossi.

I don't understand.

Is this... is this an audit?

Call it that.

I fail to understanding how our

being robbed

would entail this sort of thing,

but I assure you everything is in order.

Well we'll see.

In the meantime I presume you've had

a look at the surveillance footage.

What can you tell me

about this man Keller?

Never met the man. No idea who he is.

That's the way you want to play it? Fine.

We find him, I'm sure

he'll have a different story to tell.

When you do find him,

I'll be more than happy to cooperate

in every way possible.

When we do find him...

I'm sure you won't be around.

I don't know what you mean.

No... of course not.

Alright now, we're gonna call

Major Crime Squad.

- Good.

- Right there on speed dial.

- Just press here.

- Oh, OK.

Look, I'll do it.

- I can do it .

- No, I got it.

May I speak with someone in

Major Crime Squad, please?

Yes I'll hold.

- Your serious?

- Yes.

I'm really going to talk to someone

in Major Crime?

What the f*** am I going to tell them?

You tell them that you are being

held hostage

I took you at gunpoint,

- that I'm a psychopath.

- Tell the truth.

Yeah, tell them the truth.

Hello? Hello? Hi, um yes...

My name is, uh, Peter Roberts.

And I am a hostage.

I'm a getaway driver. I mean I'm a...

I've been forced

to be a getaway driver.

That's why I'm calling.

Because there was a bank robbery, yes.

Downtown. And then...

Yeah, so I was...

a driving instructor, right. And I'm

teaching this guy how to drive,

which he already f***ing knows how to drive,

which I figured that out by the way.

And, uh...

I found a phone, I got away.

And wait...

I 'm having trouble talking.

Hey! Whoa! What?

What the f*** was that?

That was f***ing garbage!

Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm just not used to this.

That was really over reactive.

Well I had to destroy the phone anyway

it's a throw-away.

You wanna try that again?

You're the boss.

OK...

Hello, may I speak with the Major

Crime Squad?

Hello.

Yes, hi.

My name is Peter Robertson. I...

am... a hostage. I'm being held hostage

by a very crazy man.

A bank robber. Who is... um...

really nuts and he stole my car. I'm

a driving instructor.

You probably heard of this thing downtown.

I'm really cold. I'm scared! I'm really

f***ing scared! This guy...

might blow my f***ing brains out if

you don't come and help me, OK? I don't

know where the f*** we are. He's got

me blindfolded.

What?

Ow!!!

That was good.

Jesus f***ing Christ!

I took the mag out, OK?

Nothing in the chamber.

- You suck as an actor.

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