Wrecker

You all right, Frank?

It's gonna be one hell of a blister.

Well, how does it look?

Not good.

Engine's cooked.

- You making the call? - Yes.

But it would help if I could get some reception.

Shit.

You remember what that station attendant called this stretch of road here?

He called it Devil's Pass, Frank. Why?

I'm having the best time.

Leslie, pace yourself. We're just starting out.

I know. We're just starting and already I feel so great.

Come on.

- Here, have it. - No.

Do you want to drive?

Never mind.

- Em, slow down, slow down. - Why? What?

Oh, he's so cute.

- Can we pick him up? - No! We are not picking anybody up.

Leslie, don't!

This road is, like, it's a magnet for serial killers. You know that?

Oh, my God. Really?

No, I just made it up, but what would you have done if he was?

Slit his throat first.

- Jesus, Leslie. Did I just hear you right? - I need a beer.

Oh, come on. Don't... don't do that!

Hey, chill out. No need for the drama.

There is no drama. I am driving.

- You want to die? - No. I don't want to die.

No, neither do I. My life is extremely valuable to me.

- And I... are you even listening? - Of course I am.

Hey, Jim.

Yeah, it's Leslie.

Yeah, Emily's driving.

I don't... hold on. I'll ask. What was the excuse you gave, again?

That I was visiting my sister in Sacramento for a few days. What else?

Did you get that? I know. I cannot believe she's going through with this either.

It's like we have the old Emily back.

We've got like two bags of weed, some tequila, some rum...

...some gin and two cases of beer?

Yeah, the way you're going, we're almost out of beer.

Well, see you guys in a couple of hours.

And will you say "hey" to Dick for me?

Rick, Dick, whatever. Just tell him we look forward to seeing him.

Jim? Hello. Hello? Hello?

Lost our reception.

I just want to get there already!

Who's Dick?

Who's Dick?

- Just the guy you're gonna fuck. - Excuse me?

I know that there's this little complication...

No, Randy is no complication. Okay? He's my boyfriend.

I feel real shitty about lying to him about this trip.

- What if he finds out? - Who cares? Payback's a bitch.

No, there's not gonna be any payback, Leslie.

I still care for him.

And I'm not just gonna fuck some stranger to satisfy my own insecurities.

Why not? He did.

I guess that's why you're still wearing the bracelet.

You're so damn trusting, Em.

Because my gut's telling me that this guy does not deserve you.

You really believe that?

You know what? Things'll change.

I just... I have to toughen up a little. That's all.

My advice, toughen up a lot.

Oh, my God! Stop!

What? What?

Yeah, I think we go left here.

You think?

What does the GPS say?

I don't know. The stupid thing stopped working hours ago.

This fucking piece of shit.

Come on.

It'll be an adventure if we're wrong.

Fuck it.

Oh, God!

Diesel exhaust is the worst.

- Has this guy never heard of climate change? - Obviously not.

Come on, what's his deal? Why doesn't he just move over for us?

Come on, asshole! We don't have all day!

So what are you waiting for, girl? Pass him.

It's too risky, I'll take him at the summit.

Great. We need gas.

Oh, good, because I have to fucking pee.

That's quite the beast?

- Yeah. - Nice car.

- Thank you. - Fill 'er up for you?

Yeah. Yes, please.

I'm dyin' to see what you got under the hood. Check your oil for you?

Knock yourself out.

Reception.

Hello.

- Jill? - It is. Who's this?

It's Emily.

Oh, hey there, Emily. Sorry, I didn't recognize your voice.

- Is Randy there? - Yes, just a second.

- Hey, Em, how's your trip going? - What is she doing there?

You knew I was working from home.

You didn't answer my question. What's she doing?

Jill was kind enough to bring over some files that I needed from the office.

They couldn't be couriered?

They could have, I suppose.

Oh, man. You know how I feel about that woman.

How would you like it if one of my co-workers...

...tried to bone me at one of my office parties?

I wouldn't. I just don't know why you keep bringing it up.

Because you did nothing to discourage it.

So what are you saying?

- Are you still there? - You're right.

Of course, you're right. I need to stop blaming you for my insecurities.

I'll... just need to toughen up a little.

- A lot. - Well, that would be a good start.

Em?

You know I love you, right?

You called him, didn't you?

Yeah.

What am I gonna do with you?

Tell me more about Dick.

I knew you'd come around. He's so hot. You're gonna love him.

Oh, I think his name is... Rick?

- How much do I owe you? - $38.50, ma'am.

But you're a little low on oil.

I think we should leave now, before you-know-who gets back on the road.

Good idea. I'll fill 'er up at the next stop.

Suit yourself. Just don't wait too long. You might end up thrashing the engine.

What's going on?

Oh, my God, watch out!

Just move. Move, asshole.

What?

Can you believe this guy?

Well, what are you waiting for, Em? Pass him before he changes his mind.

- Oh, my God! - Oh, my God!

He's... he did that on purpose?

He's... he's trying to fucking kill us.

That other car, too.

What is with him? We passed him a couple of fucking times...

...and he goes flying off the fucking hanger!

He's got to be fuckin' crazy. He's gotta be. No one else would fucking act like this.

Hey, fuck this. It's either his job or our lives. Speed up, Em.

I want you to read off the numbers on the back of the truck there.

- Five-five-five... - Yeah.

- One-two... - Yeah.

Six-five.

Fuck! There's no service.

I can't take the smell.

Time to leave this guy in the dust.

Idiot!

- "Idiot"? Is that what you got, Em? - What else do you want me to say?

Fuck you, you fuckin' asshole!

Don't do that again.

What?

Hey, sit back. Relax. Enjoy the ride.

Smooth sailing from here on.

Wake me when we get to Palm Springs.

Come on.

Don't get too comfortable.

Just pass.

What the hell is he trying to prove?

No idea.

This is a joke, right? This has gotta be some fucking sick fucking perverted joke, right?

Because what else could this fucking be, you fuckin' asshole?

Stop yelling, okay? Stop yelling.

It's not helping. Just please, sit there.

Let me handle this, okay?

Yeah, fine. Handle it.

- I was right, wasn't I? - Yeah. It's just a joke.

This is one big fucking joke, you fucking asshole!

Easy. Easy, Em.

I got this. I got it, I got it. Fuck you, asshole! Fuck you!

Easy, easy.

Fuck you!

Last we see of him.

Way to go, Em.

Don't let him catch up to us. Just go. Drive, drive.

He's gonna fucking kill us, Em.

Brace yourself.

Oh, fuck.

Come on.

- No reception. - Yeah.

Come on.

- Fuck! - Hey.

We're still alive, okay?

We're still alive.

I walk like that after a night of heavy poundin'.

Yeah, we're just in a little discomfort, that's all.

Nothing a few painkillers can't cure.

Oh, I know all about discomfort, sweetie.

You try working this joint with these God-awful corns I got growin' on my toes.

Take your order?

Let's just make that two coffees, please.

Two it is. I will come back for your orders.

And a fork you can eat with.

Thank you.

He's back.

- What? - No, no, don't.

I just said he's back.

- His truck's parked out there in the lot. - But he fucking left.

We saw him, we saw him leave. Why would he come back for us...

- ...what does he want from us? - I've got no idea, just...