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- Because I love you, man.

- Because you love me?

You my family.

I'm just f***ing with you.

Drive safe

tonight, brother.

- Love you, my dude. All right.

- I love you, too.

BREA:
I know

John's a great guy.

I just don't think

I'm ready.

John is the truth.

You have

an amazing career,

you have a guy

that adores you.

It's awesome.

I wanna have your life,

give me your problems.

- Come on.

- Yeah.

I can't be hurt again.

- You know?

- Hmm.

Let's talk.

No.

John?

Stop projecting your sh*t

from your job onto us.

(CRYING)

I don't know what I want.

I don't know what I wanna be.

I don't if...

I don't even know if I wanna

be a reporter anymore.

I don't know.

Everything's gonna

work out.

I'm...

(SIGHS)

Baby?

JOHN:
Brea.

- What?

- Come here.

I love you.

(CAR HORN HONKS)

(CAR ENGINE REVVING)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

- (CHUCKLES)

- (CAR DOOR CLOSES)

Hmm?

Happy birthday, B.

What?

It's your dream car.

I can't believe

you bought me a car.

(LAUGHS) I didn't

buy you a car.

I rebuilt it,

from the frame up.

It's amazing.

It... This is too much.

You didn't have to do this.

Just enjoy the moment.

Wow.

Told you I got you.

- Right?

- Yeah.

Oh, my gosh,

look at this.

- This is what I'm talking about.

- Look at that.

Open it up.

- Open her up.

- (LAUGHING)

You want me to, like,

punch the gas?

Punch it, feel it.

(ENGINE REVVING)

Okay.

Hey! Whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa. Easy!

What? Come on,

you said punch it.

Respect the power though.

But I can feel the power.

It needs some balance.

You got to balance it out.

You can't just open her up,

let her go without...

- Are you gonna let me drive?

- Okay, babe.

- Just stay in your lane.

- Stop.

- Thank you.

- Come here.

(UPBEAT MUSIC

PLAYING ON RADIO)

JOHN:
Ooh.

Remember this joint?

(BREA SINGING ALONG)

- What, you don't sing?

- Nah.

(LAUGHING)

(BOTH SINGING ALONG)

BREA:
I love these places.

JOHN:
Yeah, let's make this

a quick stop.

BREA:
We'd have to

get a few things.

- A few things like...

- You'll see, you'll see.

What can I get you,

my friend?

A Slurpee.

- A Slurpee?

- Yeah.

Okay.

What kind of flavor?

- Blue.

- Blue's not a flavor.

Everybody knows

from New York to Chi-Town,

to LA, to Atlanta,

everybody know

- blue is the flavor.

- Yeah, okay.

What are you looking at?

- You.

- (CHUCKLES)

RED:
Well,

that's up to you.

Whoa.

No, no, no, nothing.

I'll, uh, call you back.

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING

ON SPEAKERS)

Excuse me, can you tell me where

the gas cans are, please?

- Yeah, first aisle on the left.

- Cheers, thanks.

BOTH:
Oh!

I am... Oh, my God,

I am so sorry.

(LAUGHING) It's okay. Don't

worry about it. It's fine.

It's totally my fault,

my bloody fault.

It's my fault,

I wasn't even...

I'm so sorry.

You wanna do that?

- It's... Yeah, thanks.

- Sorry, I'm so sorry.

Could I... Can I... Can I

get this for you, please?

No, don't be silly.

I'll feel a lot better

if you will.

- You don't need to do that.

- I know, but it would

make me feel better.

- Okay. (LAUGHS)

- Thank you.

Thanks, you sure?

Hey, quick question.

What flavor is blue exactly?

You know, I have been

asking myself the same thing.

- Mystery flavor.

- Mystery of the world, right?

- (LAUGHS) Yeah.

- See you.

- Sorry.

- RED:
There you go.

- And a Slurpee.

- SALESWOMAN:
Okay.

Do you mind if I

leave this for a moment?

- No, no problem.

- Where's the bathroom?

- It's in the back.

- Okay. I'll be right back.

- Sorry again.

- Don't worry about it.

Excuse me.

(TRUCK HORN BLARES)

Oh! Oh, my gosh.

It's okay. I didn't know

anyone was here.

It's okay. It's okay.

They're out

of paper towels?

Yeah.

MAN:
Cara,

move your ass.

I'm coming.

- (DOOR BANGS OPEN)

- Cara, get your ass up.

CARA:

Just give me a minute.

- MAN:
Now.

- I'm coming.

Now.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I'm sorry.

No, don't be.

Um... (CLEARS THROAT)

It's fine.

Um... (CLEARS THROAT)

It... It feels a lot like

the Fourth of July, right?

(DOOR OPENS)

MAN:
What are you doing

in here? Let's go, now.

- Okay. I'm coming, okay. Okay.

- MAN:
Come on.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Wow, that is a hot rod.

Sweet ride,

smoking piece of ass

in the store,

you a ball player?

(SCOFFS) No.

SCOOT:
Come on,

who you play for?

Nobody. I'm just

a regular dude, man.

What is she, a '68?

'69.

What'd you pay for her?

I built her myself.

Where'd you learn that,

the prison auto shop?

That's awesome.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Yo. Look, man, I'm just

trying to enjoy the day.

I'm not looking

for any trouble.

- BIKER:
Too late.

- Trouble?

I'm a problem for you,

is that it?

Big bad biker,

long hair and tats,

can't a hold a polite

f***ing conversation?

Is that about

the size of it?

Well, I'll tell you what.

As a token of my appreciation

for your racial profiling

and your snotty

f***ing attitude,

here's a little something

to remember me by.

(SPITS)

- My word?

- (GROANS)

- JOHN:
How you like that? Huh?

- SCOOT:
You...

- I'll gut you right here.

- BIKER:
Yo, Scoot.

- Hey!

- We got a problem here?

- SCOOT:
Come on!

- We ain't got no problem.

- Hey, what's going on?

- (SIREN BLARES)

Come on, baby.

I guess

it's your lucky day, boy.

Hey, hey,

what's going on here, huh?

I keep seeing you boys

out here.

I warned you

about making noise.

It's cool.

I am not warning you again.

This is a small town,

we don't need this.

- Hey, you guys all right?

- Everything's all right.

I'm sorry about that.

We've been getting

a lot weird traffic up here.

Clearly.

Yeah, we're trying

to keep it clean, but...

We just stopping through.

We'll be on our way.

All right. Where are

you guys headed?

Uh, up the road,

Casa Velas.

Oh, that's a nice place.

Well, stay safe.

- Appreciate that, thank you.

- Take care. Of course.

- (CAR ENGINE STARTS)

- See you around, sexy b*tch!

F*** you, a**hole!

(LAUGHING)

SCOOT:
Don't you worry,

Sheriff,

- we'll be good.

- (BIKE ENGINE STARTS)

(BIKE ENGINE REVS)

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

JOHN:
Hey, you all right?

- (SIGHS)

- I apologize about that.

No, do not say sorry.

F***ing whole gas station

was crazy, man.

- Yeah?

- This girl, she...

She was in the bathroom,

and she was all...

She didn't seem right,

I don't know.

And I feel like... I feel like

she was asking me for help.

Really?

A dude was there, he was

super aggressive, but...

I said I didn't wanna

butt in, I just said...

Yeah, that's

they business.

- Baby.

- What's up?

I think the guy from the gas

station is following us.

No, that's not

the same dude.

No, no, no,

that's one of the guys.

He is speeding. He's

gaining on you right now.

F***!

This motherf***er's crazy!

BREA:

He's right on your ass.

- Damn!

- Let's go!

Where's he at now?

BREA:

He's coming up.

- Pull the f*** over.

- JOHN:
Leave us alone.

- No cops can save your ass now, boy.

- F*** you!

- Sh*t!

- Hit it!

He going for a gun?

B, listen to me.

- Just hold on, all right?

- All right.

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