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Wilee.

Sh*t.

I can't work in an office.

I don't like wearing suits.

I like to ride.

Fixed gear, steel frame, no brakes.

The bike cannot coast.

The pedals never stop turning.

Can't stop.

Don't want to either.

There are 1,500 bike messengers

on the street in New York City.

You can e-mail it, FedEx it, fax it, scan it,

but when none of that sh*t works

and this thing has to be

at that place by this time,

you need us.

Some of us get killed out here.

Pedestrians are a menace.

Cabs are killers.

One time or another we all get hit.

Sometimes we gotta hit back.

If you're not gonna use it,

I guess you don't need it.

My mirror!

And we stick together, 'cause most people

just wish we'd get off the street.

"Go get a haircut. Take a shower.

Get out of the way. ".

Stop!

Pay heed!

They have no idea why anyone would

risk their lives in a death maze

for 80 bucks on a good day.

But if you're out here

thinking about the money,

you're not gonna be around to spend it.

Hey!

Hey, it's Vanessa.

Leave me a message and I'll call you back.

'Kay, I'm actually leaving a voice mail now.

This is demeaning. Why won't you call me?

Hey.

- Samantha Harris, TVM?

- Yep.

And sign here, please.

You need a number, too?

- You got a pickup for me?

- You already got it.

Positive I did not.

No, someone from your company.

What'd he look like?

He was prettier than me.

Hey, watch your back.

Manny's office, this is Manny.

Dude, you jumped my route?

I had a drop-off.

It was sitting right there, man.

Dude, but that's my tag.

Then how come it's in my bag?

I'm coming to get it.

Wasting your time, man.

I'm almost there already.

Well, I'm right behind you.

Yo, it isn't yours, it's mine now.

Like your girlfriend.

I'm getting worried, dude.

Real concerned.

It's been a couple of days.

Manny's a gentleman,

but Manny's got appetites. Click!

A**hole.

No, no, no, sweetheart.

Think Gandhi, not Sitting Bull. Boom!

Yes, I'm already on it.

Sweetheart, I gotta go.

Security Courier.

- Get line two a 20 on Squid.

- Got it.

I'm right here. Goddamn radio got run over.

Raj. What the hell, man.

Mannyjumped my route?

Is it so?

Yes, it's so. You shouldn't try to be Zen,

dude. You're wearing a gold chain.

Tito, my midtown monster,

slow and steady comes in last.

You get passed by a hot dog cart today?

The pedals turn, Raj.

Not just the left one, but the right one, too.

I have no idea what he's talking about.

The words he says, they don't go together

to create meaning in a traditional sense,

but I believe it is profound.

Hey, I'm light. You got anything else today?

- I need anotherjob.

- The pedals turn, my friend, the pedals turn.

- That doesn't mean anything.

- Well, Tito said it, not me.

No hello?

Hey, Vanessa, I hope you're gonna fix

that wheel and get back out there.

Y9K)...

Why didn't you call me back?

I don't have anything else to say.

Okay, I know you're not

about to kiss me right now.

Why? You don't want me to?

My hand to God, I don't.

Then why did your back just arch?

- It did not.

- Yes, it did.

- Nope.

- Like it always does.

- See, you did it again.

- Stop!

- Really? Come on.

- No.

Okay. Ride safe.

Security Courier.

Yo, Nima, what's up?

Yeah, he's here. Where we going?

Okay...

Okay. All right. Great. Got it.

Wilee, you're in luck.

Your alma mater summons.

law school main office, drop is in Chinatown.

I need you south of Pell in 90 minutes.

Let's go.

You're getting 50 for that run at least.

Give me 40.

Forget it. Tito.

Never mind.

Marco. Polo.

I got a nice long run for you guys.

- Can't do it.

- Why not?

- Gotta get hammered.

- Fair enough.

Come on, man. I'm tired, I'm hungry, my day

is taking a turn for the shitty, give me the 40.

I'll give you 30. Don't screw it up.

It's premium rush.

Hey, Wilee.

You and me, man! Central Park. Just one lap.

Straight up bicycle race.

No whale riding, no bumper surfing,

none-a your alleycat bullshit.

I'll kick your ass, man.

Have you seen my thighs?

Have you seen my thighs?

What do you want?

So you into Spandex now?

On your right!

God, can you forget about Manny?

He's just helping me move.

Move? What, you guys are moving?

- No, I'm moving, she's staying.

- Why?

I don't wanna talk about it.

She wants me out by the end of the day.

What, did you get into a fight with her, too?

I'll call you back.

Sh*t.

Hey, walk that thing!

Wilee? It is you.

Hey, man.

Hey, what you been up to, man?

You know, running reds, killing peds.

I heard you never took the bar.

It's on my list.

Don't stress about it.

Hey, they say if you snort some Ritalin,

it's a cakewalk.

Sage advice, Mr Hand.

Hey, Nima. They didn't tell me

it was you who called. That it?

It must be there by 7:00.

Deliver only to Sister Chen.

Where am I going?

Chinatown. 147, Doyers.

Is that going to be difficult?

Would be for some.

- It's a tiny street, very hard to see...

- I'll find it. Time is now 5:33.

Sign here

and print your name under it, please.

You Okay?

I heard you got roommate troubles.

I feel bad, I kinda hooked you guys up.

Deliver only to Sister Chen.

It must be there by 7:00.

It's extremely important.

Always is.

Gonna need the envelope.

Thanks. Have a nice day.

Hey!

Hey, there you are.

Hey!

Hey, excuse me, messenger guy.

That envelope you picked up,

I gotta ask for it back.

- Who are you?

- Forrest J. Ackerman.

Head of campus security.

The woman who gave you the envelope,

she's not authorised

to use the school account.

It's an internal matter I've been investigating.

Not your problem.

Can I have the envelope, please?

Yeah, the thing is, once it goes in the bag,

it's gotta stay in the bag

unless I hear from a dispatcher.

Fine. Call him. I'll talk to him.

I got the receipt right here.

- Nima gave that to you?

- Who?

Nima.

You don't know the name

of the woman you're investigating?

Yeah. Nima, right. I'm sorry,

I couldn't hear you. Your mouth was full.

Thing is, man, company I work for,

it's called "Security Courier."

The "Security" part means that

once people give us their sh*t,

we don't just hand it out to

random strangers on the street, so...

Listen, I just spent $7

on this delicious urban food log,

so if you'd step aside and let me eat,

that'd be great.

What's your name?

- Wilee.

- Wilee.

Wile E? Like the coyote?

- That's cute.

- Thanks.

You got a real name? A girlfriend?

Family? People who give a sh*t

if they see you again?

Who are you, man?

I'm the guy you don't f*** with.

Hold my log.

Hey!

Have a nice day, douche bag!

Okay...

I just wanted to say I was sorry.

That thing was important to me.

Maybe that doesn't mean sh*t to you...

No, it means something to me.

I just forgot, that's all.

Okay, I get it.

Look, this is three sorrys now.

It's actually only two.

Well, you hung up on one of 'em,

so that's on you.

I don't get it. Honestly? Watch it!

Excuse me.

I just don't get it.

I mean, you have opportunity

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