Wheelman

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[distant siren wails]

[rattles]

[door signal beeps]

-[beeping stops]

-[grunts]

[shifter clicks]

-[ignition beeping]

-[engine starts]

[brake lever clicks]

[grunts]

-[man] It's got a red trunk.

-[mechanic] What?

The trunk is red. The car is black.

Lid of the trunk is red.

[mechanic] Yeah, so?

So, I said "nondescript," you know?

It's got a red trunk.

-"Nondescript"?

-Yeah, as in non-recognizable,

as in not a black f***ing car

with a red f***ing trunk.

[mechanic] This is what they paid for.

[man sighs]

-Shocks good?

-[mechanic] Yeah.

-Brakes?

-Yep, struts, brakes, suspension...

steering wheel, everything

that was on that list. Six grand worth.

-Six grand, huh?

-[mechanic] Yeah.

-Fill it up?

-I gotta go, man.

[garage door rattling]

[faint thumping]

[distant siren wails]

[buckle clicks]

[faint whirring]

-[shifter clicks]

-[engine hums]

-[brake lever clicks]

-[shifter clicks]

-[engine roars]

-[tires screech]

[engine roars]

[tires screech]

[roaring fades]

[faint ringing]

[faint ringing]

[man on recording] Hey, this is Clay.

Leave me a message. I'll call you.

-[signal beeps]

-Clay, I don't wanna leave you a message.

I'm on my way to work.

I should only take 30 minutes or so,

and then I'm gonna go to the party,

but I got no parking instructions, bro.

Nobody called me about parking.

Clay, pick up the phone.

Call me back, come on.

[phone beeps]

Hey, Kate, what's going on?

I'm working, sweetheart.

[Kate] Dad, I'm going

to the Phoenix tonight,

- so I'll be home at, like, 1:00 or 2:00.

-1:
00 or 2:00?

-Yes.

-What's the Phoenix?

-It's a place.

-Yeah? What kind of place?

[Kate] A music place, like live music.

Oh, like live music?

Wow, that sounds fun. Who's driving?

[Kate] Dad, I'm not calling to ask you.

I'm calling to tell you, as a courtesy.

[chuckles]

Sweetheart, you're 13 years old.

13. You are calling to ask me.

Well, you don't have to go.

You can stay home. Your choice.

[Kate] I think Audrey's driving.

But maybe Ryan.

-No Ryan.

-Dad!

We're not going through this again.

You screwed up with Ryan last time.

[Kate] That's so unfair. You can't make me

stay home on a Friday night.

It's not up for discussion, Kate.

I can't talk. I'm busy. I gotta work.

I'm just gonna go anyways.

Don't leave the apartment

or you're grounded for life.

-Do you hear me?

-I'm going anyways.

-Don't leave the--

-I'm going anyways!

[phone beeping]

Kate...?

[horn honking]

[faint voices overlapping]

-[sighs]

-[door opens]

[passenger] Red trunk?

[passenger] I mean, I'm not questioning.

You must be a good driver.

It's just I've never seen anyone

drive a stick on a job before.

Yeah, it's always automatics.

Column shifters or whatever.

Wanna hear something funny? My girlfriend

thinks I'm too old to rock a hawk.

So, you know what I did?

I just grabbed a pair of her clippers.

I just zinged this right-- voop--

right off, like that.

The last couple of weeks...

[rustles] ever since.

What's your name, man?

[driver] I don't wanna talk.

What?

Chitchat. I don't chitchat

unless it's about the job.

-Talk about the job?

-Yeah.

You know, "get in," "look out,"

"watch for the cops."

-That kind of sh*t.

-Cop? Cop? Where is he?

Where is he?

[laughs]

I'm just playing.

What's in the bag?

[driver] Sit back.

-What's that?

-Sit back.

-What is it?

-Sit back.

-I will.

-Just sit the f*** back. It's my lunch.

-Your lunch?

-Yeah, my lunch.

[mohawk man chuckles]

[driver] I don't know how long

I'm gonna be out here tonight,

so I brought my lunch.

Oh, so you think

we might be out here a while, huh?

Let's hope not, right?

-Just sit back.

-Okay.

[mohawk man]

You're carrying though, right?

What?

You got a piece on you?

A "whistle"? A gun?

All business with the big man up front.

No chitchat, no talk. Silent type.

That's Clint Eastwood up front.

You know who that is?

Do the brothers love Clint Eastwood?

-What's your f***ing name, man?

-I'm not telling you my name, man.

-No?

-No.

-Nothing?

-Nothing.

I gotta call you something.

Three dudes sitting in a f***ing car,

nothing to call each other--

that's just weird, man.

I think that's just--

that's just f***ing--

just f***ing weird.

Yeah, you know, what's weird, cowboy,

is you keep f***ing asking me my name.

That's weird. I drive the car.

I'm the wheelman, okay?

That's it. End of story.

-That's it, you're just the wheelman?

-That's right.

-You just drive the car.

-Yeah, I do.

Well, then I'll just call you "Wheelman."

-That's fine.

-I know that's fine.

And you can call me "Motherf***er."

-[Motherf***er] What about you?

-My name is Ben Okri,

but you can call me

"I want my f***ing money."

Wow.

The whole thing, huh?

Well, okey-dokey, Ben Okri.

The guy in the front has a black belt

in f***ing weirdness. That's Wheelman.

I'm Motherf***er and...

here we are.

It's still f***ing weird,

but, at least, we're all somebody, right?

[rustling, clicking]

[clicking]

F*** are you doing?

Pull closer.

-I can see everything better from here.

-It's a long f***ing walk. Pull closer.

I'll be here. I'll be right here.

[phone ringtone plays]

-Yeah?

-[man] You know who this is?

Yeah, I think so.

-[bangs]

-Pull f***ing closer next time!

[man on phone] Say it.

You're the handler.

You hired Clay. Clay hired me.

[handler] So, you're driving for me.

-How do you like the car?

-It's fine, man. It's fine. Where's Clay?

-No issues with it?

-The trunk's red, but--

-What's that?

-Nothing. It's fine, man.

I need the drop.

Clay never gave me the drop.

What do you think of the other two?

They're inside doing your thing right now.

-Oh, they're in the bank?

-They're in the bank right now.

-I need the drop. I don't have the drop.

-What do you think of me?

I don't know you.

You don't know me?

You just told me you know who I am.

I know it's your job, okay?

I never met you. I don't know your name.

-I don't know anything.

-I know you.

Is that right?

How many years did you do

for that warehouse fire? Three years.

I'm guessing your ass is a little tender,

and you owe big.

And so, here you are.

Yeah. What the f*** is this?

For the rest of the night, you don't take

any calls except for this blocked number.

When the other two get back in the car,

they'll put the money in the trunk.

-Then I want you to leave them.

-F*** does that mean?

-Leave them behind.

-I'm not f***ing doing that.

-You will.

-I'm not leaving them behind.

-They're gonna kill you.

-F***...

-Where's Clay?

-I told them to kill you at the drop.

-I wanna talk to Clay.

-Leave them behind,

or they'll shoot you

in the head at the drop.

-Open up! Open the f***ing trunk!

-F***. Where the f*** is Clay?

-[phone line beeping]

-[Motherf***er] Let's go, let's go!

Hey! What the--? Ugh!

Hey, motherf***er!

[tires screeching]

F***! F***!

[phone ringing]

[recording]

Hey, this is Clay. Leave me a message.

-Clay?

-I'll call you.

Clay, there's a f***ing problem, man!

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