Wheelman Page #5

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Okay, yeah, I know. I know it sucks.

I know it sucks, but listen--

-Dad, Mom is gonna take custody.

-She's not--

-She said you blew it.

-I didn't--

-You did.

-Look, she's not taking--

she can't do that.

Your mom just gets like this, okay?

You left me alone,

and you knew she would do this.

II know. know. I screwed up, all right?

I'm gonna fix it. I'm gonna make it right.

All right? But I need you

to do something for me.

I need you to leave the house, okay?

-What do you mean?

-I want you-- I want Ryan--

tell Ryan to drive you up

to Uncle Rich's house.

-What?

-Have him take you to Uncle Rich's house.

Dad, Ryan went home. What's going on?

-You're home alone?

-Ryan left like you said.

All right, I need you

to do something for me.

-What?

-Can you hear me?

-I want you to take my car somewhere.

-Your car?

Yes. I want you to get in the Porsche

and go to the garage on Grand Street.

-You know where that is?

-I'm not allowed to drive on the road.

You are now, sweetheart, okay?

It's just like driving on the track.

You've done it 50 times.

Only go a little bit slower,

You take your time.

Dad, what's going on?

Why are you being like this?

Listen to me, do you remember

where the garage is on Grant?

-Next to the shoe store? You remember?

-Yeah.

Okay, I want you to take my car there.

I want you to go to level five.

-Okay.

-Okay?

-Oh, Dad.

-Yeah?

-Where are the keys?

-The keys?

Oh, sh*t, I got the keys.

I got the keys.

You have them?

What am I supposed to do?

Uh, check the drawer by the sink.

The left drawer by the sink

that's all the pens and the stuff and--

-The sh*t drawer?

-The sh*t drawer.

Check the sh*t drawer, baby.

Go, hurry up.

-I'm gonna stay on the phone. Go.

-Okay.

-Come on, come on.

-[Kate] Okay.

Kate?

[clattering]

-Kate?

-Yeah, I don't see them, Dad.

Sh*t. All right, listen,

just leave the house.

I want you to walk

out of the house and go--

-Found them.

-You got them?

-Yeah.

-You sure it's the right keys?

-Yeah.

-Okay, listen to me. Get in the car.

You take your time.

You can do this.

-Okay.

-All right? And I'll meet you there.

-Bye, Dad.

-All right, babe, bye.

[line beeping, ringing]

-[Jessica] What do you want?

-Hey, listen, I need you to do me a favor

-and go meet Katie somewhere.

-For what?

Just-- can you just go meet her, please--?

-No. Why? Are you in the car?

-Jess.

-Jess--

-Oh, my God. My God.

Of course, you're in the car.

Of course, you're driving.

-It's not paying for your family anymore.

-Jess--

You're addicted. You can't not do it.

You know you could just work at a garage

and be home with your daughter right now.

-Jess?

-But, no. No, that's not for you...

Hey, Jess, hey, Jess-- hey, Jess,

could you shut the f*** up for a second?

This is serious!

I need you to f***ing do me a favor!

I need you to go get her.

All right?

I need you to leave the house.

Can you do that?

-F*** you! I can't get her tonight.

-Jess.

Okay? I can't get her tonight.

I'll pick her up tomorrow.

-And I left you a message.

-I know.

-What do you mean "no"?

-No, I said "I know." I said I know.

I got the message. Just do me a favor,

and just go pick her up, please.

Yeah, I'm, I'm-- hang on!

What? No hang on. Don't go anywhere.

Jess, don't go anywhere.

-Could you just hang on, please?

-Don't--

Jess, I need you to leave the house.

-I gotta get the door. Hang on.

-Just go now.

Jess?

F***. Jess!

-Pick up the phone! Son of a--

-[Jess screaming]

-[man] Get her to the car!

-Stop it! No!

-Jess!

-[man] Shut your f***ing mouth!

-Jess! F***!

-[beeping]

[engine stops]

[ringtone playing]

[Philly]

You bring me that money now, yes?

I know you're not the guy.

You bring me that money

or you can listen to get her f***ed!

I'll f*** her myself.

-I'll f*** her.

-Okay.

Where are you?

-I'm at 32nd.

- Where?

-Near the tracks. Let me talk to her.

-Stop the car right there.

Stop the car right there!

I'll have someone there in two minutes.

-[line beeping]

-This will all be over--

-I didn't hijack your job.

-[West End] You motherf***er.

Do you still have the money?

Do you?

-Yeah, I do.

-There's going to be f***ing blood

if that money doesn't come back

to me right now.

He's got my wife.

He's got my wife. You hear me?

-All right, I could help.

-How?

You start by bringing me the money.

-You bring me that money, or I will--

-Or what?

Or what? What? What are you gonna do?

You're gonna kill me, huh? No sh*t.

No sh*t, you're gonna kill me.

I'd f***ing kill me.

[West End] He has no use for her--

other than to leverage you. That's it.

You have the money. You're in control.

If you let him get the upper hand,

he'll kill you both.

-You have the money.

-I got a daughter!

You f***ing hear me? I got a daughter.

He could f***ing grab her, too.

He snatches her. That's what scares me.

What the f*** scares you? The money?

Is that what it's about? The money?

[West End] It's not my money.

It's not my money.

I guaranteed this job for someone else.

This is bigger than $200,000.

Clay put this job together.

That shithead Clay sold it.

This Philly motherf***er

targeted this job.

He's taking a bite out of me

in front of every motherf***er in town.

What do you think happens

if you give that cocksucker the money?

What happens to my people?

To my family?

This situation is a weapon.

Me and mine will be eaten alive.

That's what scares me.

You're in over your head,

and I'm the guy that could pull you out.

What's it gonna be?

-I still owe on the three-year stretch.

-Yes.

-You owe us a three-year stretch.

-Yeah.

-And I can take care of that, too.

-Don't f***ing "magic show" me here, man.

Why should I trust you?

-How old is she?

-Who?

Your daughter, how old?

-She's 13.

-Thirteen.

You help me save my family,

and I'll help you save yours.

-What are you gonna do?

-What do you think I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna kill him.

Okay. Okay.

I got him on the other line.

What do I do?

He's got my wife. He's got my wife.

[West End] All right.

You set up an exchange. Just set it up

and tell me where. That's it.

-Do not f*** me.

-Don't f*** you?

You got the money, pal.

You got the money.

Okay.

Okay.

You still there?

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

-Let me talk to her.

-You wanna talk to her?

-Let me f***ing talk to her!

You wanna talk to her alive,

you pull the f***ing car over!

And tell me where the f*** you are.

You wanna listen to me f*** your wife

and cut her head off?

-You're not gonna do sh*t.

-You have zero bargaining chips.

Zero! I'll f***ing kill this b*tch.

Do you wanna see your wife again?

Ex-wife, fuckface.

And I got your money, a**hole.

Come on.

Come on.

[mutters]

F***.

[ringtone playing]

You're gonna calm

the f*** down, huh? Say it.

[Philly] I'm calm.

You want this money?

You better stop f***ing around.

First, I'm gonna talk to her.

Then, I'm gonna tell you where we're gonna

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