Driven Crazy

Love will find its way through paths where wolves would fear to prey.

Help me!

Hey? Playing with yourself?

It’s the drugs,

they give me a hard-on.

Liked the show?

Hitler had a drug problem.

I’m not Hitler.

Close your eyes!

Leave me alone.

Close your fucking eyes!

You gonna kill me?

Because I don’t give a damn?

Get a life...

pervert!

I have a life.

Thanks very much.

Get your shit together.

Why?

You work for me now.

Use the money to clean up,

then I’ll hire you.

Randolph’s job changed my life.

Cocaine falls on me like fresh snow.

A god-sent gift

compared to the previous crack.

Even if the addiction is stronger

than with cocaine,

there’s hardly any difference.

A normal guy couldn’t do this job.

He would jerk off all the time.

It’s a busy night?

You’re my driver?

I’m Paul.

Claudia.

Driving whores around

has taught me a lot about these women.

They have a double life.

They earn money with sex.

They think about money

when they’re not fucking.

They have sex for money

no matter the consequences.

All their relationships are broken.

Everything all right?

The guy lives in a shithole.

Let’s get this over with.

We done?

One last job...

just came in.

Why do you do this?

I have a sleep disorder.

That's why I work at night.

You snore?

Yeah, that’s it.

And you?

This is only part-time.

I do it for my child.

What would you not do for your child?

Sun is going to rise soon.

He’s the jealous type.

Women call him a control freak.

You’re his therapy?

I listen to him.

I don’t like it.

You work too late.

All the creeps come out

around this time.

I know this guy.

He’s a repeat customer.

But...

it could take a little longer.

He thinks no one loves him.

I don’t like driving past sunrise.

Do I know you?

Can you get me out of here?

No, I’m waiting for someone.

That escort is with you?

Why do you look like Claudia?

Please get me the fuck out of here.

Look mister, I’m going to get killed.

How much you gonna pay me?

Five hundred!

Shit, you have blood on you?

Drive!

Come on, drive!

Fuck it.

My job is to drive whores safely,

from the bordello to the clients,

and then back home again,

and now I've fucked it up.

Turn there ok? Left turn.

Try to lose the car behind us.

He's following us.

Oh hell.

Help me!

Wake up!

Hey!

How long was I out?

About an hour.

How did she die?

What?

Claudia.

Unless you tell me,

I’m not sure what to do.

Am I in trouble?

I need to clean up,

get rid of this blood.

I’ll make this up somehow.

You promised me five hundred.

You’ll get it once I know I’m safe.

This is a déjà-vu.

It was never about the money.

This woman ...

I know her.

She needs me,

I feel it.

I haven’t figured her out yet,

but it is as if I know her already.

Tell me about you.

I'm that kind of girl who ran away,

married young, to have a better life.

What happened last night?

A man was not able to manage

a strong and independent woman.

Claudia and I don’t have the same friends,

Claudia told me she got a text message.

Was it you?

I tried to warn her not to go,

but I was too late.

He wanted the Virgin Mary,

but he got a whore.

He went crazy.

Who?

An asshole.

I told you, we don't have the same friends.

He killed her?

I'm not sure. I think so.

I panicked.

I didn't know what to do.

What could I have done?

And what did you do?

I don't know any more.

It was awful.

What about me?

Did he see me leave with you?

Probably.

If he saw the car,

what shall we do now?

I can't just drive away like that,

it won’t solve the problem.

Please, help me get away from here.

What about the police?

They can help.

You must help me.

We must stay together,

for safety reasons.

Until I know what to do.

You're worried about me?

No, it's me I’m worried about.

You like being here?

Alone?

I still want my money.

When we arrive.

Where do I take you?

Out of town.

Ok.

You know, I’m not what you think I am.

What are you then?

I’m actually a dancer.

Dancer?

You’re a tough one, right?

Randolph?

He wants to know why I quit.

We need a new car.

Come.

I can hotwire almost all cars.

How do you know?

I used to date a mechanic.

This one?

No.

I can’t get to it.

You keep watch

while I get down under the steering column.

What will you do?

I just need to pull out

the battery, ignition, and starter wires,

then connect the ignition on/off wire

to the battery wire

and rev the engine.

Cool, you’re a pro.

That one will do.

Ah...

a convertible.

Watch this.

Stop!!

It's a rental car!!

Where are we?

I’m not sure.

This isn’t the freeway.