Wheelman Page #2

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Call me back!

-Sh*t.

-[phone ringing]

-Hello?

-[woman] ...that's totally ridiculous--

-Hello, hello?

-[woman] Hello?

-Where's Clay?

-Uh... hey, where'd Clay go?

-I'm not sure...

-See if he's there. See if he's there.

He's not here. I don't know where he's at.

I just picked up his phone.

-Wanna leave a message?

-Listen, tell him to call his driver.

-His driver?

-Yeah, his f***ing driver. It's urgent.

Don't be f***ing around!

Tell him to call his driver!

-Okay, his dri--

-Stupid.

-Where the f***'s Clay?

-[handler] Where are you?

I wanna talk to Clay, man.

-Where are you?

-I don't know.

I don't know where I am, man.

Lincoln-- Lincoln and...

Lincoln and 3rd somewhere.

Where's the drop?

-You're not headed to the drop.

-Come again?

Now that I know you're the kind of guy

who would leave his f***ing crew behind,

-you're gonna do a few things for me.

-Hey, hey! Fuckface!

-You told me to leave them!

-[handler chuckles]

It's not your fault. You do

what you gotta do to survive, right?

You know what? F*** you, man.

I don't know you. I wanna talk to Clay.

-There's a few things you need to do.

-F*** you! Where's Clay?

You better shut your f***ing mouth

and do what I tell you to do. You hear me?

-Or you're gonna get hurt.

-Why don't you tell me--

why don't you tell me where you are,

tough guy, okay?

-And then you could hurt me?

-No, we'll get to that.

I hope we do.

First things first.

I want you to count the money.

-What do you mean, count the money?

-A**hole, pull over and count the money.

I'm not f***ing counting anything

till I get to a safe spot.

How long?

-Where's "out of area"?

-What?

Your number says "out of area."

-Where is that?

-Don't worry about where I am.

-Worry about where the f*** you are.

-I hope you're somewhere safe, pal.

-How long?

-Hold on.

[jazz music playing softly]

[brake lever clicks]

F***.

[aircraft whirring above]

[distant sirens wail]

[trunk lid thumps]

Hey.

It's about 200 grand,

maybe a little bit more.

Hello?

Hello?

-[handler] Yeah. How much?

-It's about $200,000.

-Did you count it?

-Yeah, I counted it.

-It's different f***ing bills.

-Different bills?

-So, you didn't count it?

-No.

Look, it's different f***ing

denominations. It's about 200,000.

Go f***ing count it again!

Go f*** yourself.

I'm not counting it again.

Hey.

Hey!

F***! F***! Damn it.

[mutters]

F***ing with this sh*t...

[distant siren wails]

[sirens continue]

It's 230 f***ing thousand dollars,

minus a thousand for me counting it twice.

That's my clerical fee.

[handler] Yes, how much?

Jesus f***ing Christ! 230--

where do you keep f***ing going?

-How much money is there?

-It's f***ing two-- it's $230,000.

-You sure?

-I'm f***ing sure.

All right, sit tight. I'll call you back.

[phone line beeping]

[ringtone playing]

[ringtone stops]

What the f*** is going on?

[ringtone chimes]

F***.

[ringtone playing]

[handler] You pulled away.

-How did you know I pulled away?

-Go to Chandler Station.

[phone line beeping]

[handler] Someone else calling you?

No.

-Is that the drop?

-Do you know where Chandler Station is?

Yeah, I know

where f***ing Chandler Station is.

I'm not a moron.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to drive there

and don't answer any other phone calls.

[phone line beeping]

-Go f*** yourself.

-[ringtone playing]

God...

-Dad?

-What's up, Kate?

I'm at home. I just wanted to tell you,

so you don't freak out. And this sucks.

Yeah, I know it sucks.

Just watch a movie, okay? Good girl.

I called Mom.

I'm going over there tomorrow.

-You're not going over there, Kate.

-I already called her.

You're not going, okay?

This is my weekend.

It's my weekend too, and I'm not gonna

sit around here, just waiting around.

-Do me a favor. Listen...

-I'm going to Mom's.

I love you. I don't have time

for this right now.

-What do you have time for, Dad?

-I'm very busy, Kate.

-You and Mom are divorcing--

-Just hang up on him.

-Who is that?

-[Kate] What? I can't hear--

Who is that?

Hey, who is that?

Is that Ryan? Kate?

-We're just gonna watch a movie...

-Put him on the phone.

-No.

-Put him on the phone!

-[Ryan] Hang up!

-Kate!

[line beeping]

Son of a bitchin' kid.

[recording]

Hey, what's up? This is Katie.

Leave me a message,

and I'll call you right back. Bye.

[signal beeping]

Katherine, call your father back.

Now. Call me back.

[mutters]

Pick up the f***ing--

[siren wails]

[ringtone playing]

-Clay?

-What is going on?

This whole thing's gone

f***ing sideways, Clay.

-Wait, what? What? What do you mean?

-This f***ing job, it's f***ed, man.

This guy's jerking me around. He made me

leave the other two guys at the bank.

-What? Who?

-The f***ing handler guy.

-No, who got left behind?

-The other guys.

-He made me leave them, bro.

-You left them?

-Where are they now?

-I don't know.

Holy sh*t, those were my guys.

You shouldn't have done that.

-Why didn't you call me?

-I did f***ing call--

I did call you, Clay. I called you

50 f***ing times. Look at your phone, man.

-Why didn't you have your phone on?

-I have, but--

This guy told me to f***ing leave 'em

when they came out of the bank.

-He said they're gonna shoot me, Clay.

-Shoot you?

-Yes.

-He said they were gonna shoot you?

-But you made the drop though, right?

-Did I make the drop? You f***ing idiot.

-You didn't tell me where the drop was!

-It's eight o'clock. It's almost 8:00.

-I know.

-It's 7:
55.

I know what time it is, Clay!

Shut the f*** up!

-Where's the drop?

-I don't know.

He's supposed to give you the spot.

Man, I knew this f***ing guy

was gonna pull something.

Oh, you knew he was gonna pull something,

but you don't know him? What's his name?

I don't know him. He's a Jefferson

Avenue guy. That's all I know.

Yeah, I know f***ing Jeff Ave,

motherf***er! He's a West End guy.

-What is his name?

-I don't know who he is.

-I only talked to him on the phone.

-You should be attached to his hip.

I just set it up for him. I don't--

I don't wanna know the guy any more than--

-oh, f*** me.

-Yeah, f*** you.

-F*** me. I know. F*** me.

-F*** you, Clay. Listen to me.

Listen to me.

Are you setting me up, bro?

No, I am not setting you up.

He's gonna call you with the drop.

Yeah, since when?

-I...

-Since when?

You don't know the f***ing ball

from the bounce.

You're either too dumb

and you don't know it,

or you're f***ing dumber

and you're trying to f***ing set me up!

-Those weren't--

- Why didn't you use your crew?

Those weren't even my guys.

He'll call you with the drop, okay?

-You make the drop, we finish this.

-Motherf***er. You motherf***er.

You let him put two strangers in the car.

-Well... I didn't know that.

-How long we go back?

How long we go back?

They were gonna f***ing clip me, Clay.

-You didn't know that?

-No.

You didn't know that? I got a call

from somebody else. Did you know that?

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