Drive

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I miss you so much!

I don't know if I can wait three days to see you.

I love you.

Michelle, the journey is almost over.

What the hell are you doing here?

We've got a problem with a stowaway.

What do you mean?

Right on time.

What now?

Kill me now and you destroy the merchandise.

Shoot him in the legs.

Call off the search in Hong Kong.

Toby Wong just hit 'Frisco.

Sounds like this early morning drinking's turning into a career for you, Malik.

Yeah, but the pay sucks, Joey.

So do the tips, my friend.

So do the tips.

Here. A solid breakfast is important.

Man, I don't know why you wanna waste so much time

writing these sappy love songs nobody wants to hear...

least of all, the woman who dumped your sorry ass.

Oh, well, thank you, doctor, I feel so much better now.

Truth hurts, baby.

Well, you know what the truth is? The truth is my time is comin'.

My time is comin', baby.

Beer.

You know, the only reason I open up so early is to keep your out of work ass off the streets.

Now I have a customer.

Well, why don't you tell your customer

about the importance of a good breakfast and leave me alone.

Let me write, okay? Please, Joe.

Like I said, my time is coming.

Look out that door. Look out there.

What do you see? My time, right out that door.

And I'm gonna take you with me, because you can sing a little bit, right?

Just like Johnny fucking Cash, baby.

Johnny fucking Cash.

That's all I need.

Hey, you look like a music lover.

Check it out.

Hit song right there.

Check the back.

Right.

Shoot his legs.

Ah, shit, shit, shit. Shit.

Put the gun down or he's dead.

Come on, man, let's talk this out like gentlemen.

This is between you and me.

Like gentlemen, please.

Shut up.

Put the gun down.

Now he's running out of time.

We'll pick this up later.

- Freeze. - Freeze.

Oh, hey.

I've got a wife and a family and kids and everything.

Thank god you're here!

You move any closer and I'll kill him.

- Kill me? What are you... - Shut up!

Back off.

Hey, just be cool, man.

Just let him go.

We don't want to see anybody else get hurt.

Just put the gun down.

You follow me, he dies.

Oh my god, oh, thank you! Thank you, ah!

- Come on, let's go. - We are going. This ain't the Batmobile, man.

Want me to through a rod? It's an old car.

Just drive.

Look out!

Oh, my paint!

- Baby, I'm... - Your paint?

- You're gonna get us killed! - Easy, easy!

Did I scare you? I'm sorry, did I put your life in danger?

- Shit. - Shit is right.

I'm not the bad guy, okay?

What?

Just relax and drive.

Relax?

Relax and drive with a gun to my head...

What did do?

What did I do to deserve this shit?

Look, I'm not gonna hurt you. You just keep driving.

Okay.

Oh, hey, man, anything you say goes.

You're the boss, Mr. Gunman. You're the boss.

You're the boss, man.

Hey, easy. Easy, cousin. Easy cousin.

I'm just going for my cigarettes. Cigarettes, see?

Oh, that's raisins.

Cigarettes. Cigarettes, cousin.

Easy. Smoke?

Those things'll kill you.

Oh, God, yeah, if I don't die from a gunshot wound first.

Don't smoke in the car.

I'm sorry...

You don't want me to smoke?

In my car?

Can I open a window and smoke?

Oh, this is fucking beautiful.

This is fucking...

You know what? You're right. I'm going to quit.

I don't know who died and left you Surgeon General, but you're absolutely right. I'm gonna quit.

Tell me something. Tell me one thing.

How long do I have to put up with this shit? Where are we going?

Los Angeles.

Los Angeles? Are you out of your fucking mind?

- Excuse me, Yosemite Sam. - Wong.

- Toby Wong. - Hey, hey, hey! Malik Brody.

Pleased to meet you, pleased to meet you. Do me a favor, man.

Find some other brother with a better car,

kidnap him, and make him put the miles on his car.

I can't do it. I'm not going to do it.

I'm sorry, but you don't have a choice.

All right. That's typical.

That is so typical.

You know, you just fresh off the boat,

kidnap the first brother you see, and force him to be your chauffeur.

You don't look like Miss Daisy. I shouldn't be driving you no-fucking-where.

Shut up.

Can't smoke, can't talk... My fuckin' car!

You take the car! I'll walk, drive your-fuckin'-self!

All right, ladies, hold it, hold it, hold it! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

That was... that was quite a round, ladies!

This show is not as good as it once was.

They used to use criminals who were real badasses,

now any butt-pin who pulls a drive-by gets fifteen minutes of fame.

I hate it.

I wanna watch Walter the Einstein Frog .

You know what I hate?

I hate that I have to call that son-of-a-bitch in Hong Kong and listen to him nagger at me.

Corey Feldman's gracious sacrifice will prolong the life of another.

But first! Your final diagnosis, Dr. Walter?

In English.

Vic Madison for Mr. Lau.

One moment.

What's that, Walter?

Pancreatic cancer?

Mr. Madison.

Judging by your expression, you have unfortunate news to convey.

Oh, I gotta hand it to you, Mr. Lau.

No one pulls the wool over your eyes.

You haven't recovered our property?

- Nope. - I'm disappointed.

No shit.

Your arrogance never ceases to amaze me.

Now, I don't know about arrogance, Mr. Lau, but I do know that I enjoy my work.

And the object you've lost is about to supply me with a sizable amount of pleasure.

If you knew that you would be held responsible if the competition acquired this object...

Now, Mr. Lau, I have been a faithful employee and you know that.

Even as we speak, action is taking place to recover the object.

There's no need for threats.

Of course not.

Leung Corporation. Have a nice day.

Sayonara, shithead.

Must be nice being married to the boss's daughter.

Walter, you've just saved the life of the president's son.

I'd better go see how Longmire's doing in prep.

- How we doing? - Would you turn that shit off?

Must be a routine DUI stop.

In the middle of the day?

Don't do anything stupid.

You're about six years too late with that advice, pal. Thank you.

- Howdy. - Sir.

Huh?

Can I see your license, your registration, and proof of insurance, please?

Yes, you may, officer.

Yes, you may.

I got that right here.

Here you go, here you go. Here you go. Here you go.

Can I have your name, sir?

Sammo Hung.

Can you step out of the car, please?

Me? Yes. Yes, sir, I will be glad to.

- Freeze, asshole! - Hey!

- Hey! - What?

Get your hands out of the window where I can see them now!

Nice and slow.

- Out of the window! - Yeah, yeah!

- Open the door. - I know the routine, okay?

So let's not get too rough.

- Get out! - Up against the car.

Turn around, get your hands behind your head.

- Wait... - Shut up!

- Hands behind your head. - I'm not the one. He's the one!

I'm the kidnapee.

He's the kidnapper.

You're under arrest.

Under arrest? I'm a fucking hostage, man!

What are you talking about?

This motherfucker shot 30 people in a bar.

Tell him! Say something, motherfucker. Say something.

- Hey, knock it off! - Tell him how you just shot 30 people in a bar.

You have the right to remain silent! Anything you say can and will be held against you.

- You fucking bozos. - That's enough.

- Jesus! - That's enough. Let's go.

What about that big ass gun he got?

Yeah, put him face down like they do the brothers in Watts.

Uh-oh.