Wheelman Page #4

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which means

you're in a bucketload of sh*t.

I'm in a f***ing tunnel

with all the money,

and I'm not f***ing going anywhere

until you give me some f***ing answers.

[Clay] Go back to Chandler f***ing

Station and do what you get paid to do.

-Wait, what? What did you just say?

-What?

How do you know

I went to Chandler Station?

What?

I never told you

the drop was at Chandler Station.

How did you know

I went to Chandler Station?

-What the f*** are you talking about?

-Where are you?

Where are you, you motherf***er?

You at the bar?

-Go f*** yourself.

-[line beeps]

Oh, you son of a b*tch.

You piece of sh*t. F***.

- Yo, it's Cheetah. Leave a message.

-[signal beeps]

F***ing me up, Cheetah.

I got a car. I gotta get off the road.

Call me back. Call me f***ing back.

F***.

[line rings]

-[recording] Yo, it's Cheetah--

-[recording stops]

[tires screech]

[ringtone chimes]

[chimes]

[chimes]

[ringtone playing]

-Yeah?

-[handler] What was it I f***ing told you?

-What?

-You don't listen to me,

- you're gonna get hurt.

-[line beeps]

[popping, crashing]

[tires screech, engine roars]

[horn honking]

[tires screech]

[tires screech]

[gunshot pops]

[tires screech]

[tires screech]

[engine roars]

[bangs]

[faint music playing]

[voices overlapping]

[engine idling]

[voices overlapping, music playing within]

[yelling]

Stop it! Stop-- ugh!

-[Clay] My arm, you f***ing--

-Motherf***er, you f***ed me!

-[Clay] What the f***--?

-You f***ed me!

What the f***--

-Hey!

-Get f***ing back!

It's not your f***ing problem.

-[man] Are you all right?

-[Wheelman] Shut up. Shut up!

Get back! Don't be a f***ing tough guy!

-[Clay] You broke my arm!

-Wrong man. Wrong person.

Wrong f***ing night.

[Clay yelps] No!

No, don't!

-Who booked the f***ing job?

-[Clay] I don't know.

-F*** you! F*** you, you f***!

-[Wheelman] Who booked the f***ing job?

[Clay grunts]

[Wheelman] Get back!

You broke my arm! No!

-Get in the car!

-No!

Get in the-- [grunts]

[man] Let him go, a**hole!

You f***ing f***ed me, f***er!

Get back!

[man] Pull that trigger right now,

if you're going to.

[grunting]

-[Wheelman] What?

-[man] Hey, hey.

-What?

-[Clay] Help me!

-[man] I'm all right.

-[Wheelman] Shut up!

-Shut up.

-You broke my f***ing arm.

Look what you f***ing did!

[Clay yells] Hey!

-[Clay] Oh, Jesus!

-"Oh, Jesus" is right.

-[ringtone playing]

-What did you do, huh?

Who is this? Who's calling me?

Who is f***ing calling me?

-Who is it?

-Get off--!

Hey, you f***ing threaten me

one more time,

I swear to God, I'm gonna Molotov this car

and the f***ing money, you hear me?

I'll f***ing fry the whole thing,

I swear to God.

-Hello?

-You hijacked my f***ing bank job.

You know I'm gonna kill you and that

double-crossing c*nt next to you, right?

-Oh, sh*t. Who's this?

-You two are f***ing dead.

-[Clay] Oh, sh*t!

-[gunfire ringing]

[engine roars]

F***!

[tires screech]

Who was that?

Don't f*** with me. Who was that?

[Clay] It's the West End guy.

-Who was that?

-That's the West End guy.

That's the West End guy?

That's the f***ing handler?

Who's the f***ing "jazz guy"?

Did you f***--

did you f***ing set this up?

You motherf***er!

[Clay] Just go!

If that guy shooting as us

is the West End guy,

who the f*** have I been talking to

all night?

-He's just--

-Clay.

-I don't--

-Who is the "jazz guy"?

[sighs]

-He's a new Philly guy.

-You f***ing with the Philly mob?

He offered me a lot of money.

-For what? To f*** me?

-No, not to f*** you.

He offered me a lot of money, man.

-And you broke my arm, you a**hole!

-Offered you a lot of money for what?

I know how this went down, Clay.

You told him you got a f***ing stooge,

who owes the West End guys

for a bunch of f***ing favors

for taking care of his family

while he was in the joint.

-Does that sound about right, Clay?

-Jesus, you got a low opinion of people.

-Don't f***--

-Hey, f***! I'm f***ing around.

-Don't f*** around. Don't f*** around.

-Okay, okay. All right.

I wanna know who the West End guy is.

Okay? You hear me?

Don't f***ing say anything--

anything, except for that!

Clay...

I can't go to the Philly guy empty-handed.

They paid me a lot of money

to make the West End look weak.

You f***ed us up, man.

You know what you did?

You start a f***ing mo--

I started a mob war.

I was trying to get ahead, man.

I was trying to get ahead for a change.

Now, I'm worse off than when I started.

-I don't know.

-Okay.

-All right.

-Stupid.

[Wheelman]

I'm gonna square it with them.

I'm gonna get straight

with the West End guys

because they took care of me

when I was inside, okay?

So, I'm gonna take care of business.

And then you're gonna get

the f*** out of town.

-Where? Where am I gonna--

-I don't care.

-What's gonna happen to me?

-I don't know.

-They're gonna kill me.

-Hopefully, they won't.

-They're gonna kill me!

-Hopefully, they won't!

-They're gonna f***ing kill me!

-Hopefully, they won't kill you, Clay!

-Aw, f***, my dick is cold.

-What?

-My dick and my balls are cold!

-Stop.

-Is that bad?

-Stop. Shut up.

-They're cold.

-Don't say another word.

Do not talk, okay?

I'm gonna take $20,000 off the top,

and I'm gonna give it to you.

I'm gonna give it to you,

I'm gonna square it with them,

and you're gonna get the f***

out of my sight.

And I don't wanna see you.

You didn't switch out the cars yet?

Does it look

like I switched out the cars, Clay?

[Clay] Uh...

I really need that f***ing money.

-I'm sorry.

-Clay! Clay! Don't--

F***! Clay!

-[gunshot pops]

-Agh!

F***!

Motherfuck!

Jesus Christ.

[Wheelman]

What did you do? What did you do?

[Clay, slurring]

I'm f***ed. I'm f***ed.

Oh... oh, boy, I'm f***ed up.

-Clay?

-I'm f***ed--

-Clay?

-I'm f***ed.

-F***.

-[Clay grunting]

-Help-- help me.

-F***.

-Help me.

-I can't, Clay. I can't.

[Clay grunting]

Who is he? What's his name? What's

the West End guy's name, Clay? Tell me.

-I wanna go.

-Tell me, Clay.

-I wanna get out.

-Clay?

-[babbling]

-You don't have time. Clay, listen to me.

[grunting]

-[panting]

-Clay?

[door handle rattles]

[babbling]

-[sighs]

-[gasps]

Clay?

Clay?

[mutters]

F***. F***.

[groans]

[thumps]

[engine starts]

[sighs]

[ringtone playing]

Yeah.

[Philly] When I said I knew you,

I meant I know everything about you.

I know you're not a pro driver.

You're a weekend racer.

You're an amateur.

I know you did three years

for that warehouse fire.

And I know you've borrowed a lot of money

for your family during that time.

You're just a regular guy.

You do what you have to do

for your family, right?

And I know you got a wife

and daughter.

Do you hear what I'm saying to you?

[line rings]

[recording] Hey, what's up? This is Katie.

Leave me a message, and I'll call you--

[line rings]

Come on, Katie.

Come on, Katie, pick up.

[line rings]

Kate?

Kate...?

-You okay?

-No.

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

Dad, I talked to Mom, and this sucks.

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