Getaway Page #2

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Sure.

Let me give you a little word

to the wise, okay?

Next time

you wanna steal a car,

try to make sure

that no one is in it.

All right?

It works better.

I'm not stealing it,

you a**hole.

This is my car.

What?

You probably don't understand

this because you're a criminal.

Things in this world

belong to people

before people like you

take them.

This car,

which was really great,

till you added all these cameras

and sh*t in it

to drain the battery,

belongs to me.

How'd you find the car?

I got a call from a cop

saying that he saw my car

parked in the garage

where I found you.

What makes you think

it was a cop?

'Cause he said so, genius.

What kind of cop calls you

to tell you he's got your car,

but he still leaves me

inside of it?

That wasn't the police

that called you.

Then who was it?

I don't know.

When was it stolen?

Whenever you stole it.

When was the last time

you saw it?

Two days ago, I guess.

Look, you're obviously

very disturbed.

Whatever trouble you're in,

I'm sure you deserve it.

So I'll cut you a deal.

Pull over, get out,

and I'll let you walk away.

Or what, you shoot me?

Give me back my gun

and I will.

What's a kid like you doing

with a gun anyway, huh?

So if some dipshit like you

steps to me,

I can take care of it.

That worked out well for you,

didn't it?

Did you recognize the voice,

huh, that voice?

Your friend who wanted you

to kill me?

He's not my friend, okay?

No.

I'm not the kind of person

you wanna be caught kidnapping.

Yeah?

You special, is that it?

Just do me one favor,

will you?

Shut the hell up.

You shut up!

What are you doing?

Hey.

What the hell?!

Jingle bells, jingle bells

jingle all the way

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

Oh, what fun it is to ride

in a one-horse open sleigh

jingle bells, jingle bells

jingle all the way

oh, what fun it is to ride

in a one-horse open sleigh

dashing through the snow

in a one-horse open sleigh

o'er the fields we go

laughing all the way

I can't believe you threw

my phone out the window.

I have a lot of money,

you know.

Good for you.

As in, if you let me go,

I can give you a lot of money.

I don't want your money.

What do you want?

I want you to stop talking.

And I want my wife back.

And he took her?

He did.

Okay, well,

whatever you owe him,

I can get however much it is

to pay him off, no problem.

We'll take care

of it right now.

You just have to let me go

and stop almost killing us.

I would love to let you

out of this car.

All right?

Unfortunately I can't do that.

Why the hell not?

Because he asked me not to

and I am doing

whatever he asks.

So, what?

What are you supposed to do?

I don't know.

Well, who is he?

I don't know.

What do you know?

Not much.

[KEYS JINGLING]

[MAN SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Leanne:

No, no, no, no, no!

Get up!

Shut up.

Aah!

[GUN C*CKS]

[CRYING] Please, please,

don't shoot me.

Please.

Please, don't shoot me.

Quiet.

[CARPHONE RINGS]

Answer!

Male voice:

It's time for your next task.

What is it?

More police are coming.

You have four minutes

to get away.

You'll follow my instructions,

exactly.

Someone wants to say hello.

[CRYING] Please, please.

Leanne?

Male voice:

The clock starts now.

[SIREN WAILS]

Damn it!

I'm totally screwed.

[TIRES SQUEAL, ENGINE REVS]

Ram him.

What are you doing?!

[SHRIEKS]

Oh, my God.

Keep going.

You're an idiot.

That's assault with

a deadly weapon, buddy.

They could shoot

at us now.

Speed up.

[SIREN WAILS]

Sh*t!

Turn right, now.

Remember, if they catch you,

you'll be a widower.

Turn left.

Oh, sh*t!

Force him off the road!

Look out!

[GLASS SHATTERS]

This is not very subtle, you know!

What are you talking about?

You're not making yourself

very hard to find.

[SIREN WAILS]

God, God, I promise,

I'll be good from now on.

Please, let me live.

You're really not helping,

okay?

Turn right.

[TIRES SQUEAL]

Great.

[SIRENS WAIL]

Turn right down the alley.

[GASPS]

Stop!

Holy sh*t!

Two minutes.

We're gonna die,

please stop!

[SIREN WAILS]

Man:
Look out!

I don't think

you'll make it.

What are you doing?!

Take a deep breath, okay,

and calm down.

[GASPS]

Sh*t!

I wouldn't relax just yet.

[SIRENS WAIL]

Sh--

not again.

Did you think we were done?

No, don't!

Oh, God!

[HORN BEEPS]

You're running out of time.

Oh!

Tick tock, tick tock.

You have less than a minute.

Turn into the park.

Not into the park!

All right, here we go!

Your wife's time

is running out.

Man:
Watch out!

[GASPS]

Go through the intersection.

All right, hold on!

[GASPS]

Not much time, Mr. Magna.

Oh, no!

No, please don't! Don't!

Yep, yep, yep, yep,

yep, hold on!

Five...

Four...

Come on, come on!

...three...

Two...

One...

Zero.

Bravo, Mr. Magna.

Well done.

Bravo!

Your wife lives...For now.

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

Well done.

[SIRENS WAIL]

[CARPHONE RINGS]

Answer.

"Brent Magna is both reckless

and fearful.

"He is, in short,

a dangerous driver and should

pursue another profession."

Remember that review?

It wasn't very flattering.

They're blind

to your real talents,

which are perfectly suited

to my needs.

Do I know you?

I know you, Mr. Magna,

and I believe in you.

Listen, I need to know

when this is all gonna be over,

all right? I need --

[TRIPLE BEEP]

What are you doing?

Hey, what are you doing?

I hate you.

[SARCASTICALLY]

Yeah, I love you.

Do you realize that

I'll just have to buy

another limited edition

shelby super snake,

take another six months

to re-time the cams,

open up the intake

and then customize it?

And then I'm gonna drive it

over your face.

You sure know a lot

about cars for --

for a girl?

Yeah.

Wow.

I like fast cars and computers

and boy things --

how butch.

It's the 21st century,

you should join it.

[PHONE CHIMES]

What're you doing?

I'm documenting this sh*t.

I'm not going to jail

after we get arrested.

Well, nobody's

gonna get caught, okay?

That's right, I forgot.

We're just gonna die.

Nobody's going to die, all right?

Because you're a dumbass who attacks

the police with a damn car.

I didn't attack --

now every cop

in this entire country

is hoping to run into us

to put a couple bullets

in our heads.

Yeah, that's a good plan.

We are alive.

Barely.

Not much of a thinker,

are you?

Well, you know,

I didn't actually graduate

from charm school like you,

so maybe, you know, someday

you can give me some tutoring

or something.

This is what he did to my

beautiful, beautiful paint job.

Hey, hey.

Just get in the car!

This is all the crap

that he drilled into

my carbon fiber interior,

and this is the dumbass

who got me into this mess.

Stop filming me, all right?

Wanna wave hi to the judge?

Come on, say hi.

Say hi to all your new friends

you're gonna meet in jail.

Hey, put that thing away!

Just stop it.

What is your --

you're like A.D.D. Or something.

What are you

fiddling with now?

Stop doing that, okay?

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