Original subtitles

(Film reel clattering)

(Dramatic music)

(Upbeat music)

♪ Dust is blowing all along a little quiet highway ♪

♪ it's another sleepy town I'm passing through ♪

♪ and I'm thinking about some pretty girl ♪

♪ that might be going my way ♪

♪ or the girl that's gonna sweep me off my shoes ♪

♪ but it's another car that's passed me by ♪

♪ and another mile that ♪

(Music drowned out by engine revving)

♪ But I always got my guitar by my side ♪

♪ and I could hold her in my arms ♪

♪ like I did when I was traveling ♪

♪ when I had nobody there to hear my song ♪

♪ my heart's been broke so many times ♪

♪ from careless love and wandering ♪

♪ my guitar never, ever did me wrong ♪

(Engines humming)

(Door clattering)

(Change jangling)

(Maynard sniffs)

(Change jangling)

- Hey, hey. - How you doing, man?

How you doing?

(Hands smacking)

- Hey, you gotta smoke?

- Yeah, I gotta smoke.

- How about a light?

- Nah, man, I don't, I, I don't got no matches.

- [Friend] How you been, good?

- Yeah, man, yourself? - Good, good.

- All right, man.

- Keep them.

- Oh, thanks, man.

- Hey, you want anything from the store?

- Yeah, man, get me some fritos, all right?

- Fritos? - Yeah.

- (Laughing) Yummy.

- There you go, man.

- Damn, fritos. - All right, keep the change.

- [Friend] Thanks, bro.

(Door clattering)

(Folk music)

♪ Slept by her, and I dreamt of bees ♪

(Door clattering) (Emergency break grinding)

♪ That's all I can remember ♪

♪ just that I was stung 1,000 times ♪

(Door slamming)

♪ So I woke, I dressed, and I left her ♪

- [Maynard] Hey, take good care of her, man.

- Fuck, man.

Take care of this, motherfucker

♪ oh, American, I walked out the door ♪

♪ to the wind and the hillsides winding ♪

(Feet shuffling)

- Hey, any messages?

- Nope.

You owe me a week.

- I'll get you tomorrow, okay?

- No, you'll get me now.

- Reena, sh, please, I'll get you tomorrow, I promise.

♪ Arise up, my boy, no more mistakes ♪

(Footsteps plodding)

♪ And pick the new road you'll be heading ♪

- [Audrey] Hey. ♪ Pack your one gun ♪

♪ and leave tonight ♪ - [Audrey] Hey, Maynard.

Wait up. ♪ It's a promise now ♪

♪ go on out and get it ♪ - Maynard.

Hey, come on. (Body thudding)

Ow, fuck.

(Footsteps plodding)

Maynard.

(Lock clattering)

Hey, didn't you hear me calling you?

- No, no, no. - Gotta talk to you.

- Yeah, I got be somewhere around, all right?

- Just for a minute.

Why?

Where you have to go? - No, none of your bees' wax.

(Audrey laughs)

- Bees' wax, what are you, like, four?

- No, I'm not, like, four.

I got be somewhere, okay?

- Can we just hang out while you get ready?

(Door squeaking)

(Footsteps plodding)

(Door slamming)

(Keys jingling)

Fuck, I'm gonna bruise,

I got them all over, look.

- Yep.

(Shoes thudding)

- Hey, Maynard, you wanna see?

Maynard, you wanna see?

(Bed creaking)

(Audrey moaning)

You've been gone all day.

Where have you been gone to?

- Just out, errands, you know.

(Audrey sniffing)

(Audrey groans)

- You don't smell good.

- Oh, thanks, I, I have a gift.

- Mm-hmm.

(Clothes rustling)

(Maynard laughs)

What?

Baby, I missed you.

- Yeah, listen, Audrey.

- What?

- I know what you want, all right?

And it's not me that you miss. (Audrey scoffs)

- [Audrey] Aw. (Body thudding)

I don't see any reason why we can't share.

- I'm just in a hurry.

That's all, okay?

- Well, fuck me quickly then.

So, I had a meeting today.

Some guy, lot of money, wants to start something.

(Maynard sighs)

- Like, start, start what?

- I don't know, like a pilot or something,

but I realize, you know, it's, it's all about choices

'cause I mean, I was thinking about it, and I'm already 25.

I don't see how much more growing I've got to do,

so, so all I've got is,

you know, what I have, right?

It's like, like (Matches clanking)

My essence or something.

At least that's what this guy said.

- [Maynard] You, you have a great essence.

- Don't make fun of me.

- I'm not making fun of you.

It's, your essence is what gets me every time.

(Audrey laughs)

- You like my essence.

- Yeah, I like your essence.

But it's nowhere near as good as the smell of your pussy.

(Spit sputtering)

- Fucker.

(Hand patting)

(Audrey laughing)

I dreamt of bees last night.

(Bed creaking)

(Audrey breathing heavily)

(Audrey moaning) (Bed creaking)

- How'd you get that?

- Kiss it.

- No.

- Come on. - No, no way.

- No, don't get grossed out.

- Yeah, I'm, I'm not.

I'm just, I, I'm, I'm not into that shit.

- You know, some people think it's pretty.

- Yeah, well, go fuck those people then.

(Bed creaking)

(Audrey sniffing)

(Audrey exhales)

(Audrey sniffing)

(Bedding rustling)

- [Audrey] Ow, what are you doing?

- [Maynard] Hold fucking still.

(Card scraping)

(Maynard sniffing) (Audrey chuckles)

(Audrey moans)

- Does it taste good?

- [Maynard] Shut the fuck up.

(Audrey laughs)

(Audrey moaning)

(Audrey laughs)

(Bag rustling)

(Knife clicking)

(Bedding rustling)

No, Audrey.

- Come on, do it.

I dare you.

Don't be a pussy, Maynard.

- Audrey, Audrey. - What, you afraid

of a little blood?

(Audrey laughing)

Come on, Maynard, just a little Nick, that's all.

- [Neighbor] Keep it down, or I'll call the cops.

- Oh, fucking call the fucking cops, motherfucker.

- Audrey, fucking calm down.

- Cut me. That'll calm me.

Come on (laughs).

Come on, Maynard.

Damn it. Do it, else I'll scream.

I swear to god I'll fucking scream.

(Audrey breathing heavily)

(Knife slicing)

(Audrey gasping)

(Footsteps plodding)

(Knife clinking)

(Maynard exhales)

(Water sloshing)

(Bed creaking)

(Audrey grunts)

Maynard. (Water sloshing)

Maynard.

(Audrey laughing)

I'm dying.

Somebody help me.

I'm dying.

- Get up. Get... somebody help me.

- The fuck up.

(Audrey laughing)

- Baby, you killed me.

I'm dying to death (laughing).

- [Maynard] Shut the fuck up, Audrey.

Shut up.

(Audrey gasping)

Shut up, Audrey.

- I can't fucking breathe when you do that.

- Shut up then. - You put your hand

over my mouth like that, and I cannot breathe.

Got it, asshole?

(Hand smacking) Fuck.

(Hand knocking)

- [Officer] Open up, police.

(Audrey screaming)

- This, this is fucking serious, okay?

You get in the bathroom, and you clean yourself up.

You clean yourself up now. (Audrey laughing)

(Hand knocking)

Now, you understand me? (Gentle music)

(Door clattering)

(Door slamming)

- Freeze, let go of her now.

- [Officer] Hands behind your head.

(Gentle music continues)

Slowly.

(Gentle music continues)

♪ Man, this house is like a wood block ♪

♪ with a steel ax beside it ♪

♪ broomstick on my skinny little neck ♪

♪ Jesus, I take it all back ♪

♪ I go strolling in the train-tracked springtime ♪

♪ get pulled in by the daisies ♪

♪ quiet valley or arduous highway ♪

♪ oh, look at my pretty little house ♪

♪ I'm talking 'bout love, talking 'bout love ♪

♪ and which door holds more of that stuff ♪

♪ I'm talking 'bout love, talking 'bout love ♪

♪ don't blame me if I don't show up ♪

♪ sho' nuff, sho' nuff, blame love ♪

(Dishes clinking)

- Ready to order?

- Water's okay, thanks.

- You can't just sit here all day and drink water.

You have to order something.

- Uh, I just got here,

and the water's all I really want right now,

so thank you, okay?

- How do I know you're not gonna sit here all day?

- (Clicks tongue) You know, that's a chance

you're just gonna have to take, okay?

Now, go away.

♪ I'm talking 'bout love, talking 'bout love ♪

♪ and which door holds more of that stuff ♪

- [Harvey] They can be cunts, can't they?

- Yeah, she's just doing her job.

- Yeah, but the problem is, in this town,

nobody's job is really their job.

You think she wants to be a career waitress

with gams and bazongas like that?

♪ Yeah man, sometimes those night lights are children, baby ♪

♪ sometimes those night lights are tigers ♪

♪ bed pillow stands up, all feathered and furrowed ♪

♪ says, what did you do today ♪

- [Harvey] That's neat.

Got any other talents?

- Yeah, it's just a dumb habit.

- Hey, nothing dumb about being good at something.

♪ How ya think they balance like that, I swear ♪

♪ it's about, oh, I'm talking 'bout love ♪

♪ which door holds more of that stuff ♪

- [Harvey] Wanna hear something dumb?

- Sure.

- My wife goes to one of these deep-cleansing colon places.

- What's that?

- It's, uh, she had a colonic thingamajig, I don't know.

- (Laughs) A what, a colonic what?

- It's this thing they have now,

a place, like a spa where you go,

and you have some anorexic teenage technician stick

a tube up your ass, pump warm liquid into you,

and then pull out all your shit.

(Both laughing)

Everybody's doing it.

I mean, I don't, I don't know.

I guess you'll lose a lot of weight or something.

- Jeez, the things people will do

to look good these days, right?

- Yeah, tell me about it.

Anyway, point is, my wife comes back

from one of these things,

and I ask how everything came out.

(Maynard and Harvey laughing)

Well, maybe I shouldn't have put it like that

because she breaks down, starts weeping hysterically,

crying like a baby, and of course,

I thought they'd done something terrible to her,

harmed her or whatnot.

And I'm asking her over and over again, "what happened?"

She's crying so hard, she can't talk.

Motherfucker. (Hand thudding)

- [Announcer] Here comes Micky.

Micky... ah.

(Hand thudding) - [Announcer] Micky, Micky.

- So, what happened?

- My horse came in fourth.

- No, no, I mean, with your wife.

- Oh, (sighs) Oh, uh, well, (clicks tongue)

Well, the thing of it is, um, (clicks tongue)

She shot out the foot of a Barbie doll

that she'd eaten when she was a kid.

So, she picks it out, cleans it up, and puts it in a jar,

and now it sits on a shelf in the bathroom.

- Why?

- As a reminder, you know, the things you do

when you're young come back to you,

and whether you shit 'em out or not, they're always there.

Who the fuck knows? (Maynard laughs)

I mean, that's what my wife thinks anyway.

- Wow.

- You know, come to think of it,

the whole thing affected her very deeply,

and maybe it wasn't so dumb.

I think maybe it reminded her of a time

when she was younger, prettier,

and only weighed 60 pounds.

Looking for work?

- Yeah, unfortunately.

- What would you like to do?

- Honestly, I'd just like to sit at home and get high.

(Harvey laughs)

- So, go do that.

- You know, I can't.

Responsibilities.

(Harvey laughs)

Plus, I just spent the last month

of my life convincing myself

that getting high is a bad, bad thing, so, uh,

(coffee sloshing)

I'm pretty much fucked (sighs).

- [Harvey] Here.

- [Maynard] Thanks, uh.

- Schreiber, Harvey schreiber.

- Maynard Yates.

- You drive, Maynard?

- Yeah.

Yeah, but, uh, I lost my car.

- Repossessed?

- No, I can't remember where I parked it (sighs).

(Harvey laughs)

- All right.

Call this number and tell them

(paper rustling)

I recommended you.

Jules.

Let this guy order whatever he wants.

Put it on my tab, okay?

- Okay, Harvey.

- [Harvey] Thanks.

(Paper rustling)

- Thanks, man.

- Ah, yeah, well, listen.

Things'll come together, son.

Don't you worry about that.

You just call that number.

- [Maynard] Yeah, I will.

I will. - All right.

(Footsteps plodding)

(Door clattering)

(Cars humming)

(Gentle music)

(Footsteps plodding)

(Engine humming)

- [Passenger] What?

(Door clattering)

(Door slamming) Come on.

- [Passenger] Come on.

- [Customer] This is what you're paid to do.

- [Driver] You. - [Passenger] Come on, cabby.

- [Driver] Get out. - No.

(Door clattering)

- [Passenger] Come on. - [Passenger] No.

(Door clattering) - Get out. Get out.

(Bottle clanking) Get outta my car.

I'm not taking you a step further. - My dad will have your ass.

(Body thudding) (Passenger grunting)

(Passenger burping and heaving)

- You fucking idiot.

You stupid asshole, this is your fucking fault.

He told you take us home, you asswipe.

Now, look, this is your fault, you stupid fucking moron.

(Towel rustling)

(Passenger burping)

- Don't worry, baby, I got it.

I got it.

(Door slamming) (Passenger screams)

♪ Oh, perhaps I might sleep ♪

♪ but the screen door's a guilt bull ♪

♪ stuck plainly on sticking me through ♪

♪ had I the blood boiled or the fist like a marker ♪

♪ well, I'd haul off ♪

♪ and dot his eye blue ♪ (Latch clicking)

♪ But that bull just wants a word ♪

(Latch clicking)

♪ The night just wants to barrel ♪

♪ bet the sunrise'll want a piece of me, too ♪

♪ the back window creaks as I head over heels ♪

♪ you say, "Greenville," so it's Greenville with you ♪

♪ All heart-broken lovers breathe teardrops and incense ♪

♪ my collar, the history of that ♪

♪ and heart-breaking lovers breathe rust-tasting lightning ♪

♪ and cough for the incense back ♪

♪ well, I'm a heart-breaking lover ♪

♪ heart-broken and dead ♪ (Engine humming)

♪ As the hometown when the eyes see you through ♪

♪ neither running nor hiding ♪

♪ no, I'm simply leaving ♪

♪ if you're going to Greenville ♪

♪ that'll do ♪ - Hollywood limos, hold please.

Hollywood limos, hold please.

(Phone ringing)

(Phone clanking)

Thanks for holding. (Footsteps plodding)

You wanna go where?

All right, yeah, we can do that, mm-hmm.

(Clipboard thudding)

- You out?

- Yeah.

- Good first day?

- Yeah, it was fine.

- Still in one piece, that's a good sign, huh?

(Paper rustling)

You get paid on Friday.

(Papers thudding)

(Phone ringing)

- [Receptionist] Hollywood limos, hold please.

Car 11, we need a pickup on la cienega and sunset.

(Lighter clicking)

- Hey, Julio.

What's up?

(Feet shuffling)

(Mellow rock music)

(Footsteps plodding)

♪ They ask what do I think ♪

♪ when I'm driving alone on the road ♪

♪ and he'd always say he liked the sound of the rain ♪

♪ when he's inside dry ♪

(Door clicking shut)

♪ Baby said he came over ♪

♪ to use the bathroom ♪

♪ baby said he came over to use the phone ♪

♪ but baby ain't never come ♪

♪ over for anything that simple, baby ♪

♪ you always come over to find me alone ♪

(Footsteps plodding)

- Yes (laughs).

- Have any apple juice?

- You're kidding, right?

- Soda then?

♪ Baby gotta come over ♪

- Hey, new guy.

Come join us.

- No, I'm all right.

- I didn't ask if you're all right.

I asked you to come join us.

- Listen, I, I'm gonna get outta here pretty soon.

- Oh, okay.

Suit yourself.

The views are better of the girls over here, though.

But you know what?

You just stay there alone with your soda.

We'll stay at the big boy table, huh?

(Coworkers laughing) (Upbeat music continues)

Anyways, what was I talking about?

- The funeral march.

- Right.

As you know, I moved to Los Angeles from Idaho.

Never been here before, but I was-

- homesick for la your whole life.

- Would you like to tell the story, smartass?

- [Coworker] No.

- All right, then, shut it.

(Upbeat music continues)

I was homesick for la my whole life.

I come driving through Nevada, not sleeping, up all night,

head full of drugs, you know, coke, speed, hash, heroin.

You name it, I was on it.

I stop at this little rundown mom-and-pop station

for some gas and a cold case of beer.

(Door clattering)

(Nozzle clanking)

♪ Sexy face ♪

- Out in the desert, middle of nowhere, just me

and this 18 Wheeler.

Now, I didn't hear it at first.

You know, I was, I was in my head thinking

about getting here and no real idea

of what was gonna happen once I arrived.

But then when I looked over,

(somber music)

Most beautiful song I ever heard just sweeps

out of the desert at that very moment.

(Somber music continues)

(Somber music continues)

(Somber music continues)

(Somber music continues)

Perfect.

Magical.

- The funeral march?

- The fucking funeral march.

You are goddamn right. (Upbeat music)

And I don't know if it was the heat, or the drugs, or what,

but I could see far out in the desert past the truck,

(somber music)

Like a mirage.

(Engines humming)

A sign from god. (Upbeat music)

I don't know. Whether or not I really saw it,

beats me.

But that, gentleman, was the moment that I realized

that I was going to be limo driver.

And the rest is history. (Audience applauding)

(Engines humming)

- We're not going anywhere, baby.

We're staying right here, fucking bullshit.

- No, let's just go.

Come on.

- No, no, that fucking bitch does not own this place.

- Well, baby, what do you wanna do?

- [Marsha] Hey, (Hand smacking)

Did you pay for that?

- But I thought-(Ice crunching)

- What, that just because you're sitting here,

you can just take whatever you want?

- Hun, hun.

That's Harry daughter. - Huh?

- Remember, you met her earlier?

It's all right. (Hand thudding)

(Bottle clanking)

- [Jenny] Can't we just pay a busboy to do it?

- No, baby, that would take all the fun out of it.

- But I'm nervous, baby.

- Look, she needs to learn her lesson.

No one talks to you like that, ever.

- I love you, baby.

(Lips smacking)

♪ Maybe it's a favor ♪

♪ goodbye surprise ♪

♪ got something like a gun in between my thighs ♪

♪ tie you up like rolling rope ♪

♪ what ♪ ♪ good time, I know it ♪

♪ again ♪

♪ good stuff, I got my pleasure ♪

♪ never say no to me ♪

♪ 'cause I got action slacks, action slacks ♪

♪ I, I, I got action slacks ♪

♪ so, don't act your size ♪

♪ don't act your size ♪

(Marsha snorting)

♪ Action slacks ♪

♪ action slacks, yeah ♪

(Marsha sniffing)

(Marsha exhales)

- [Danny] Hey.

(Marsha screaming) (Glasses clinking)

- Fuck, it got in my mouth.

Great. (Jenny screaming)

Let's go, let's go, hurry. (Footsteps plodding)

Did you see her face?

- [Jenny] That was great. - See her face?

(Door clattering) (Engines humming)

Fucking cunt. (Sirens wailing)

(Engine revving) (Jenny screaming)

- Hey, just ignore everything she says, okay?

- All right, man.

(Footsteps plodding) (Marsha sighs)

(Marsha grunts)

- [Marsha] Get this dry cleaned.

(Footsteps plodding)

Gross.

- [Connie] Uh, I'm so sorry.

- [Jim] Honey, calm down.

- Fuck you.

All right, you weren't the one with a drink thrown on you.

- No, pumpkin, I wasn't... Don't call me pumpkin.

- No, dear, I wasn't, but there's, there's no use-

- there, there's no use crying over spilt cocktail?

(Connie laughing)

- You're fired.

- Excuse me?

- How dare you even try to joke about something like this?

- I, I wasn't.

- You're fucking fired, you fucking bitch.

- You can't do that.

- Just, just stop squealing, all right?

Just shut the fuck up.

- Come on, Marsha,

just calm down. - No, shut up.

Shut up, all right?

Just shut the fuck up.

Will everybody just shut the fuck up, huh?

Pull over.

- Lady, I, I, I'm in the middle of nowhere.

- Goddamn it, pull the fuck over.

(Maynard sighs)

(Hand thudding)

(Engine humming)

Get outta the car.

- [Connie] No. - [Marsha] Out, out, out.

- No. - Out, out.

You're fired.

(Phone beeping) Get your fucking ass out of this car.

- Bobby. - Get out.

- Yeah, where are you?

- Just stop, Marsha.

- [Marsha] You fucking cunt.

- Honey, you're overreacting. (Door slamming)

- Can we go please?

(Latch clicking)

- They gonna leave me here?

- [Maynard] No, listen, I just called someone.

They're gonna be here in a couple of minutes, okay?

Don't worry about it.

- No, you can't leave me here.

- [Maynard] No, listen.

- But there's nobody here.

Swear to me.

I'm gonna get killed.

- No, you're not gonna get killed, all right?

Just stay outta the road.

Everything will be fine.

He'll be here in a few minutes, okay?

I'm sorry.

- She was kidnapped when she was little, you know.

That's why she's like that.

- Yeah, well, fuck her, man.

They shoulda kept her.

You just stay cool, all right?

- Okay.

Hey.

(Engines humming)

(Door clattering) (Gentle music)

♪ A party at my house ♪

♪ just some friends from around ♪

(Bottle spritzing)

♪ Some kids who drank orange juice ♪

♪ but said they were fans ♪ (Cloth scraping)

♪ Thumbed pianos and guitars ♪ (Water sloshing)

♪ Used my scarf for spilled wine ♪

(Bottle spritzing)

♪ Played some pinnacle records like I always do ♪

(Coins jingling)

(Coins clinking)

(Coins jingling)

(Water sloshing)

(Coins clinking)

♪ Said goodbye from the window ♪

♪ honey, whoops ♪

♪ I smoked one in the house ♪ (Vacuum humming)

♪ A good song is playing ♪

♪ it's making me sad ♪

♪ feel as old as the country ♪

♪ as honk as a goose ♪ (Vacuum humming)

♪ As tired as music ♪

♪ as skunk as a drunk ♪

(Vacuum humming)

♪ 'Cause it's a, a long way to this house ♪

(Vacuum humming)

♪ Sooner packed ♪

♪ sooner leave ♪

♪ sooner gone ♪

♪ 'cause it's a, a long way to this house ♪

(Lighter clicking)

♪ Far away, you know the way ♪

♪ anyway, anyway ♪ (Vacuum humming)

(Upbeat music)

- [Bobby] You got family?

- Yeah, I, I do.

Uh, they're, they're just not with me.

♪ And 1,000 more tears ♪

- I got three daughters myself.

(Plastic clanking)

- You're married?

- Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

- I don't know.

You just, you don't seem the type.

- Never used to be.

Wasn't till I decided to take this gig that I settled down.

Something about seeing all that fucked-upness makes

you realize how good it is to have a family to go home to.

(Spoon clanking)

You know what the key to being a good driver is?

Setting limits.

There are people out there, stars, celebrities, whatever,

who will just try and take every last bit

of self-respect you have

just because they think that they can.

But you are the one behind the wheel.

You set those limits.

You tell them that you're the boss,

and they will not fuck with you.

♪ Hair was pretty when it was wet ♪

♪ and a crying echo ♪

- You want another piece of unsolicited advice?

If you ever find yourself resenting

the person you're driving, take a vacation.

- Yeah, but Bobby, come on.

I mean, doesn't resentment just go with the job?

I mean, not just this job, any job.

- [Bobby] (Laughing) Oh.

- [Maynard] Human nature, right?

- Man.

This gig is a whole different pit of snakes.

♪ Until tomorrow ♪

♪ and we'll get some sun around here ♪

(Gate creaking)

(Gate clattering)

(Footsteps plodding)

(Doorbell ringing)

(Doorbell ringing)

- Coming, coming.

(Footsteps plodding)

Hey.

(Maynard laughs)

- Hi.

- I know you, don't I?

- Um, no.

- What, what, uh, um, well, what's your name?

What are you doing here?

- My name is Maynard.

I'm your driver.

I'm supposed to take you to the thing.

- What, what thing?

- Uh, some kind of a gala thing.

I don't, I don't know, um.

- Oh, shit, shit.

What, what day is this?

- It's Thursday.

- Fuck, fuck, fuck me.

Goddamn it.

Shit, um. (Foot thudding)

Um, (sniffs) I'll be right out.

(Door clattering)

(Dog barking) (Footsteps plodding)

(Door clattering)

(Water sloshing)

(Gentle music)

♪ Did the dew tumble off of your goodwill, spider baby ♪

♪ when the breath of every man in birth sucks right in ♪

♪ I dropped my ammo like everyone ♪

♪ and I faced it ♪

♪ crossed the field, went home, but my key don't fit ♪

(Water sloshing)

♪ I look at my home ♪

♪ man, my home looks different now ♪

♪ It's too much to picture beaches ♪

♪ with broken ships cascading ♪

♪ but eagles been blind ♪

♪ only to have seen the dust ♪

(Door clattering)

♪ But out here I've bent down, ♪

♪ I've plucked up a blackfoot Daisy ♪

♪ and lose the memory of what that Daisy was ♪

♪ oh, the spaces between the sunlight seem so long ♪

♪ Oh, there's a copperhead around ♪

♪ by the drinking well, of all places ♪

♪ so, shovels in the shed said ♪

♪ it's time I dig another well ♪

♪ oh, but that water's cooled my family's throats for ages ♪

♪ shovels in the darkness there in the shed on the shelf ♪

♪ and down in the hot dirt, copperhead is in my well ♪

(Clothes rustling)

♪ Babies getting born ♪

♪ they must've fought that traffic like crazy ♪

♪ frail moths down through an eruption of sawtoothed hell ♪

(Birds chirping)

(Water splashing)

♪ Still good drunk, and the good grapes ♪

♪ and some of the good juice just run out ♪

♪ there's still a verse in the song, man ♪

♪ let's still sing about it ♪

- I am paying him way too fucking,

I need another minute.

Too much fucking money.

(Door clattering)

(Gigi sighs) (Bag thudding)

(Gigi grunts)

Gotta step on it, guy.

I'm late for a meeting.

- [Maynard] Oh, where are we going?

- Uh, Melrose and Gower.

(Engine humming)

(Woman breathing heavily)

(Gigi sniffing)

Just to take the edge off the edge of things.

(Gigi sniffing)

Hey, you guy driving the car, what's your name?

Have we met before?

- [Maynard] My name is Maynard.

We met last night.

- Did we go somewhere last night?

- [Maynard] No, no, we didn't.

- Maynard, huh?

(Chain clanking)

Maynard what?

- Maynard Yates.

- [Gigi] Sounds like a poet's name.

♪ Walking through the city of hate ♪

(Basket thudding)

♪ As trees keep breathing the pain ♪

♪ and I can't seem to tie off the reins ♪

(Coins clinking) ♪ upon these feelings ♪

♪ we've made ♪ (Door thudding)

♪ Wrestling them with truth ♪

- (Laughing) Hey, what's up?

- Nothing (laughs).

- Can I sit?

- Oh, yeah, here. (Paper rustling)

Sorry.

(Paper rustling)

(Emma laughs)

- You don't recognize me, do you?

- No, sorry. (Paper rustling)

- Hmm.

♪ I'm going down, down, down into that river of despair ♪

♪ down waiting again by cascades ♪

(Shoe thudding)

♪ I'm going down, down, down into that river of despair ♪

♪ anyway, that'll be heaven for me ♪

(Maynard laughs)

- Do you recognize me now?

- Yeah, hi.

- Hi.

(Maynard laughs)

I'm Emma.

- I, I'm Maynard.

(Hand knocking)

- Foster?

- Yeah, kid.

- Can I come in?

- Come in. (Fingers tapping)

- Listen, if you're, if you're too busy,

I can, I can come back, so-

- what is it?

- Is there any way I could pick up a couple more shifts?

(Foster sighs) (Chair creaking)

- I don't know, kid.

I already got more drivers than I got cars.

I'd have to fire somebody just to give you an advance.

- Could I get an advance?

(Foster laughing)

- No.

(Foster continues laughing)

You're a funny guy.

I'll have to remember that one.

Fine.

Since you're a friend of schreiber's,

I'll give you one of Bobby's shifts.

That's all I can do. - Thanks.

Thanks man.

Uh, listen, that, I really appreciate it.

It, it means a lot to me, okay?

Thank you.

(Fingers tapping)

- Don't tell anybody.

(Gentle music)

Never happened, got it?

- Yeah, sure, sure.

(Gentle music continues)

- No, these pieces of shit are everywhere, man.

People'll do anything to be on TV.

You know how that is.

They wanna be famous.

(Hand knocking)

(Peter laughing)

It'll be just a second.

The old lady's still putting her face on.

All right, so the one I was watching last night.

Yeah, they took one of these little desperate pricks

and helped them make an ass out of themself.

And then you call in and vote

for whoever you don't want voted off.

Well, if you don't call in and vote,

then your favorite might not make it to the next round.

(Peter laughs)

Well, you vote for whoever you like best.

Dude, it's not that difficult.

All right, I'm gonna call you back.

You ready to go?

- [Audrey] Ready as Freddie.

- All right, what's the matter?

You couldn't find something nice to wear?

- [Audrey] Don't be an asshole, Peter.

- [Peter] Come on, I'm kidding.

You look great.

- Who was on the phone?

- Ronnie.

- How come I haven't met him yet?

- Just because we're dating doesn't mean you get my agent.

- [Audrey] I just wanna meet him.

That's all.

- [Peter] Well, we'll see.

- So, um, who's having this party?

- Andy Willis.

You know Ak Willis, the director?

- Oh, yeah, right.

- You know him, right?

Oh, shit, I forgot.

You're not famous enough yet.

(Audrey laughs)

(Peter laughs)

Stick with me, baby.

I'm gonna get you there.

- Yeah, right.

You won't even let me meet your agent.

- [Peter] You wanna fuck?

(Audrey laughs)

- Um, no, thanks, um,

I'm not famous enough, remember?

(Belt clanking)

- He's gonna be at the party, baby,

and I have already told him all about you (laughs).

- [Audrey] Yeah, right.

You must think I'm pretty stupid.

- No, I don't.

I think you're a wizard, and this is your wand.

(Both laughing)

(Audrey moans)

(Lips smacking)

I'm so fucking crazy about you.

- Really?

- Yeah.

(Audrey laughs)

(Lips smacking) (Audrey moans)

I just love your little hands.

- [Audrey] Yeah?

- Your little ass.

(Audrey moans)

Your perfect little tits.

- Yeah?

(Audrey moaning)

Oh, fuck, Peter, my lip.

- You love it.

- Not when you fucking bite my lip

without fucking telling me, you stupid asshole.

(Hand thudding)

- What did I fucking tell you about calling me that, Audrey?

(Audrey exhales)

Huh?

- Don't.

(Seat creaking)

- Right.

Don't.

- I'm sorry.

(Engine humming)

(Gentle music)

- Stop the car.

(Locks clicking)

(Door clattering)

Get out.

- No.

- Get the fuck out. - (Sobbing) No.

Ow, Peter, stop it.

- [Peter] Where you going?

Where you going? - Ow, ow.

- Hey, what the hell is going on?

- Get back in the car?

- No, fuck you, man.

I'm not going anywhere.

- [Audrey] Go away, Maynard.

- You heard her, pal.

Take a walk.

- I'm not going anywhere.

(Gentle music continues)

(Hand thudding) - [Audrey] Ow.

(Cash rustling)

(Gentle music continues)

Ow, ow.

(Audrey whimpering)

Ow.

(Gentle music continues)

(Footsteps plodding)

- You all right?

Where's your boyfriend?

- He's not my boyfriend.

Called some friends to pick him up.

- So, he just left you out here?

- No, I asked him to.

I didn't feel like a party.

I don't wanna hear it, Maynard, okay?

- Hey, what?

I was gonna say you look good.

(Audrey laughs)

- Yeah, right.

- No, it's true.

I mean, you look different.

It's, it's good.

- Yeah (clears throat).

It's amazing what a little bit of money can do

for your looks.

- It's what you always wanted, right?

(Audrey laughs)

- Driving a limo, you've done

pretty well for yourself, Maynard.

- Yeah, yeah, you too, Audrey.

(Audrey laughs)

Let me ask you something.

Does your boyfriend rape you on a regular basis?

- Fuck you.

He happens to be a brilliant actor,

and he's with one of the top agents in the business.

Did you know that?

(Maynard laughs)

- Ah, you haven't changed a bit, Audrey,

still mooching off people to get what you want.

- I've changed.

- Have you?

Look at yourself.

- You don't know me.

You don't know anything about me.

You don't know what I've been through.

Know what I've lost.

You're just jealous (sighs)

Because you wish it was you back here.

And I'm the one who's back here and not you.

- I don't wanna be back there.

- Really?

You would just rather be up there driving us

to our parties, and clubs, and premieres?

- Yeah, yeah, I do, all right?

I like being up here.

I like being the one in control, okay?

I decide where we go.

(Audrey laughing)

- Just because you're driving, Maynard, doesn't mean

you're in control.

(Audrey clears throat)

Take me home, please.

(Audrey exhales)

Now.

(Gentle music)

(Engine humming)

(Gentle music continues)

(Door clattering)

(Harvey sighs)

- Can you hold on a few seconds?

Someone else'll be joining me. (Door slamming)

- Yeah, sure.

- Hey, good to see ya again. (Glass clinking)

Maynard, right?

- Right, right. (Liquid sloshing)

- How's it going?

- Good, good, hey, thanks for hooking me up here.

Yeah, no problem. (Glass clinking)

It's a good job. (Liquid sloshing)

You get to drive schmucks like me around all day.

(Maynard laughing)

- Yeah.

- All right, so you know where we're going?

- [Maynard] Yes, sir.

(Engine revving)

(Door clattering)

(Engine humming)

- Here's to crime (laughs).

(Glasses clinking)

- Liquid lunch again, Harvey?

- Yeah.

(Andy laughs)

(Harvey laughs)

- How come you never take me to any

of those, uh, fancy places like you take everyone else?

- Because, my young man, you and I actually have work to do.

We have no time to waste on chewing.

- (Laughs) That's true.

Let me ask you a question, Harvey.

- [Harvey] Yeah.

- [Andy] You ever done time?

- What?

- (Laughing) Have you ever done time?

- What are you talking about?

- Like, you know, prison time.

- Does working at Disney count?

- Nah.

So, then I guess you've never had to be anyone's bitch.

You never had to take it in the ass?

- You, you know you're lucky I like you, Andy.

Otherwise, you'd be riding under the car right now.

- Let me tell you what it's like to be fucked in the ass.

- How do you know what it's like

to be fucked in the ass? - I'm gonna, I,

you wanna know how I, I know.

Believe me.

- Yeah? - Okay?

It starts with pain right away.

It's unbearable.

It's, it's unlike anything you've ever felt.

(Harvey laughs)

But then after a while, (clicks tongue) The pain goes away,

and that's when the satisfaction begins.

You feel it in your gut.

You know, you can't stop smiling.

You want more and more.

And just when you start to go with it,

and you're harder than you ever been,

son of a bitch stops, cums in your ass,

and takes your fucking movie away from you.

- Uh, Andy.

- Yeah, yeah, it really surprises me, Harvey,

that you've never actually been fucked in the ass

since you're so goddamn good at doing it.

- How much am I paying you to talk to me like this?

- I don't know.

What's the going rate for fucking people in the ass?

- Uh, uh, are ya done?

- You know, no, I'm not, I'm not.

It depends, depends on you.

Depends when you stop fucking me in the ass.

- All right, that's enough, Andy.

- That's enough? That's enough?

Do you even know what kind of fucking picture this is?

- Hey, buddy boy.

- Ooh, buddy boy.

Is that like, is that pillow talk, Harvey?

Should we cuddle?

You wanna hold me?

- I put myself on the line for you.

I told everyone about you,

about your talent, and about the script.

And I got millions put into it.

When I met you, you had no fucking idea

how a picture was made, and you still don't.

You think, what do you think, it's just magic, poof?

Well, it's not.

And you know what?

If you're getting it up the ass,

you should consider yourself lucky

because there are a million other guys in this town

who wish they were getting fucked that good.

And lemme tell you something else.

There's a line around the block of people

who've sold their souls waiting and begging me

to fuck them in the ass.

I'm that good.

Ask anyone, and I don't do reach-arounds.

(Andy laughs)

See that?

That's why you're in this car, Andy,

because you get it.

You realize that it's not getting fucked in the ass

but smiling about it afterwards that will get you the deal.

- Oh, fuck, man, I'm sorry. (Harvey sighs)

What, what the fuck?

What were we, what were we, what were we talking about?

- I don't know.

You brought it up. - I brought it up.

Oh, fuck, man.

Hey, dude, pull over, man.

- What you talking about,

pull this thing over? - Pull over.

Okay, Harvey, enough fucking around here, okay?

The running time for my movie,

my fucking movie is 180 minutes, all right?

Anyway, Harvey, I got a fucking lawyer, okay?

And he's real good.

You want me to call him?

'Cause I'll fucking, I'll call him now.

I'll call him right now, and we'll take your ass to court.

- Get the hell out of my limo, (Intense music)

You fucking double moron.

(Latch clicking)

(Door clattering)

(Intense music continues)

- The fuck do you want, man? - Sir.

- Fuck you, man. (Fist thudding)

And fuck your ass, Harvey. - Ah, god.

- Yeah, you fucking piece of shit.

(Feet shuffling)

(Body thudding)

Ah, you fuck.

(Fists thudding)

(Andy groaning)

(Door slamming) That was uncalled for, man.

What the fuck?

(Intense music continues)

(Andy chattering indistinctly)

(Engine revving)

- [Harvey] (Sighs) You want a drink?

- [Maynard] No, no, no, it's all right.

I'm, I'm driving.

- [Harvey] Oh, yeah, yeah.

Uh, thanks, Maynard, that was unexpected.

- Yeah, that guy's a fucking prick.

(Harvey inhales)

(Harvey sighs)

- You know, I've worked in this business my whole life,

and I've never had somebody stand up for me

like you just did.

Then again, I've never been punched in the nose before.

Something refreshing about being hit by someone

who's extremely unhappy with you.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Schreiber.

Uh, that will not happen again.

I promise, not on my watch. (Harvey exhales)

- (Sighs) I'm 65 years old.

In the last four decades,

I've had my name on hundreds of pictures,

and the one I'm the most proud of I made

when I was your age.

Things aren't the same as they used to be.

The kids these days have so much to prove.

Everybody wants to be on top.

Nobody has the know-how or the Patience to get there.

(Ice cubes clinking)

It's like everybody wants to get into heaven,

(glass clinking)

But nobody wants to die.

(Ice cubes clinking)

(Harvey laughs)

You know about the Mexican crab?

- No.

- Well, if you put a bunch of 'em into a barrel,

and one tries to escape, the rest'll grab onto him

and pull him back in.

No one moves forward.

No one gets out.

(Ice cubes clinking)

That's celebrity, kid.

That's la (laughs).

Thank god I'm an alcoholic.

(Upbeat music)

(Audience cheering)

♪ To make your moment perfect ♪

♪ I need some special ♪

- You wanna go in the back?

♪ Ingredient ♪

- Can I finish my breakfast first?

♪ You work with me sweetly ♪ - you're finished.

♪ Sweetly ♪ (Feet shuffling)

♪ You make like me like this ♪

♪ so do this ♪ (Emma moaning)

♪ To me ♪

(Emma breathing heavily)

- Whoo-hoo.

(Hands smacking)

Maynard the poet.

Come on, get your ass in here.

How hell are you, baby?

- I'm all right.

- Yeah?

Right on.

Whoa (laughs).

So, just make yourself home (laughs).

You want a drink?

- Uh, no, I'm, I'm okay, thanks.

- Well, I've got a few things (Ice cubes clinking)

To take care of before we leave, so.

(Liquid sloshing) (Glass clinking)

(Ice cubes clinking)

You know.

- (Laughing) Okay, well listen, your flight's at 11:00,

so we should probably leave pretty soon.

(Gigi exhales)

- Okay, then you'd better drink up, junior.

(Ice cubes clinking) (Footsteps plodding)

(Gentle music)

(Footsteps plodding)

(Maynard laughs)

(Glass thudding)

(Gentle music continues)

(Footsteps plodding)

(Door clattering)

- Chasing the dragon?

(Gigi coughs)

- Fuck it.

Why don't you learn to knock, you little shit?

(Gigi coughing)

I'm not ready to go yet.

I booked myself on the next flight (sniffs).

- Yeah?

Where are you going anyways?

- Fucking Bangladesh.

- I've never been (laughing) There.

- Well, well, who has?

You don't go there for fun.

We're shooting a movie there.

I tried to get us into Thailand.

- Yeah, I've never been there either.

Killer drugs in Thailand.

(Gentle music continues)

Do you want some?

(Gentle music continues)

(Gigi moaning) (Bed creaking)

♪ It wouldn't be that hard ♪

(Emma moaning)

♪ It wouldn't be that hard ♪

- Do you want me to kiss it?

- No.

(Gigi moaning)

♪ It wouldn't be that hard ♪ (Emma moaning)

(Upbeat music continues)

(Maynard moaning)

(Both moaning)

- Good boy.

♪ If you thought that you might want to ♪

♪ I could maybe ♪

- Oh, dammit. ♪ I could maybe introduce you ♪

♪ it wouldn't be that hard ♪ - Do you have a tissue

on you or something?

♪ It wouldn't be that hard ♪

♪ oh, it wouldn't be ♪

(Emma laughs) (Maynard sighs)

(Lips smacking)

- Thanks.

(Door clattering)

(Clothes rustling)

(Maynard sighs)

(Upbeat music continues)

- You missed your flight.

- I'll make the next one.

(Gigi inhales)

Let me ask you something.

What did you come to la to be?

- Famous, I guess.

- That's it, just famous?

(Gigi laughs)

Famous is easy, kid.

(Gigi sighs)

What were you planning to do to get famous?

- I don't know.

- What'd you give up to be here?

- Why would you ask me that?

- We all give up something.

Better to rule in hell, you know?

(Maynard sighs)

So, what was it?

- Everything.

- Was it worth it?

(Gigi inhales)

I'm going to take a shower now.

You can join me if you'd like.

(Gigi sighs)

(Bedding rustling)

(Gigi sighs)

(Lighter clicking)

Um, I'm not really going to Thailand.

- You said Bangladesh.

(Gigi laughs)

- I'm not going there either.

Ever heard of the Mayo clinic in Minnesota?

- Yeah, sure.

- Well, at the request of my friends and family,

I'm gonna be checking in there for a while

just until I can clear my head up.

(Gigi sighs)

(Gigi sniffing)

(Gigi laughs)

You're a damn good listener, Maynard Yates.

And you've never judged me on how I live my life.

- [Maynard] Well, it's none of my business.

- But you still care, right?

- [Maynard] Yeah, yeah, sure.

(Engine humming)

(Door slamming)

(Brakes squeaking)

(Hands smacking)

(Door slamming)

- Clean yet?

- What's that?

Oh, yeah, almost.

- Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?

It's my daughter Kailey's birthday.

She's gonna be six.

- Six, really?

That's how old my daughter is.

- You have a daughter?

- Yeah, I told you that, right?

- Oh, no, no, no, no.

You said you had a family.

You didn't mention anything about a daughter.

What's her name?

- Tiffany.

- Tiffany, sounds nice.

Bring her along.

Come on, we're grilling.

- Yeah, I can't.

- All right, hey, look, you, you, you don't have to.

I just thought maybe you'd wanna get

your mind off some things.

(Feet shuffling)

- Yeah, that, that'd be great. Thanks.

- Of course, it's not as exciting

as finding a quarter on the floor.

- I thought it was a 1943 penny.

Uh, they're worth a lot of money.

- Oh, yeah, like how much?

- $100,000, about.

- Oh, shit.

- Yeah.

(Maynard laughs)

When I find one, life will be great,

and all my problems will be solved.

(Bobby laughs) (Hands smacking)

- Good luck.

- Thanks, man.

Ah, you know what?

I'll tell you what.

If I do find it, I'll split it with you.

We can get the fuck outta here.

- Deal.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- All right.

Hey, uh, you need me to bring anything?

- Uh, no, just yourself and half my penny.

(Gentle music)

(Gentle music continues)

(Moviegoers chattering indistinctly)

(Gentle music continues)

- Maynard.

So, what's good here?

What should I get?

- Can I get a coffee and an ashtray, please?

- Healthy.

- Put some milk in it.

- I think I'll get the lumberjack breakfast,

buttermilk pancakes, scrambled eggs,

bacon, and sausage,

um, wheat bread with grape jelly,

(menu thudding)

And a chocolate milkshake.

- That's it?

Thought you said you were hungry.

- What can I say? (Hands smacking)

I'm a food junkie (laughs).

- Everyone has their vices, right?

- What's yours?

- Anything, whatever, you know (laughs).

- Drugs?

(Footsteps plodding)

(Glasses thudding)

- So, I was, I was married for a while, um.

You know, I was young.

It was high school sweetheart bullshit,

you know, small town.

(Utensils clanking)

- Any kids?

- Yeah, a daughter.

She lives with my ex and her, her new husband, uh,

Mitch, Michael, somebody.

I don't, I don't know, um.

Uh, when I, when I left, I just, I came out here,

I just left everything behind, you know?

- Me too.

- Yeah?

- I think that everybody that comes out here,

they're walking away from something.

Sometimes you just need to get away.

You sure do smoke a lot.

- You want one?

- No, thank you.

- You don't, you don't do anything?

You don't smoke, drink, nothing?

- Nope.

I'm a good girl (laughs).

(Dishes clanking)

(Hands thudding)

You should try eating something sometime.

You never know, you might like it.

(Salt shaker rattling)

And you should call your kid.

(Salt shaker rattling)

Okay, whoever came up with breakfast for dinner is a genius.

You want a piece of my bacon?

- How can you sit there and be so fucking cute?

- What?

- You, you don't think I see

through that bullshit enthusiasm?

I mean, you don't think everybody fucking sees through that?

Wake up.

You think you're fooling me, right?

Right, huh?

I mean, what the fuck is the matter with you?

Uh, you think a fucking bacon

and a milkshake's gonna change your life?

It's gonna make things better?

It's gonna get you outta that shithole you work in?

You think you're ever gonna get outta there?

I don't get it.

I mean, if you do, you're fucking stupider than you look.

Seriously, what's the matter with you?

(Gentle music)

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Fucking kidding me.

Yeah, eat up.

(Dishes clanking)

(Gentle music continues)

- Ooh, oh, honey, that's okay.

That's okay.

I'll get you another one.

(Bobby laughs)

Honey.

I'm gonna get you a nice one, okay?

Here you go. - Come on.

Let's go get Nikki and put the candles on the cake, okay?

You wanna open the presents?

How's that sound?

(Children chattering indistinctly)

(Bobby laughs)

(Maynard laughs) (Bobby sighs)

- She's pretty.

- Which one, the 6-year-old or the 26-year-old?

- Uh, both.

(Both laughing)

- How you holding up?

- Good, you know. Thanks, thanks for inviting me.

It was... yeah, no problem.

Sorry your little girl couldn't come, though.

- (Clicks tongue) Yeah.

Well, her mother, my, my ex, you know, it's complicated.

- Yeah, but seriously.

(Bottle clinking) (Bobby sighs)

Thanks for coming.

Sophie's always bitching at me about not having any friends.

(Maynard laughs)

- I don't have any either. (Liquid sloshing)

- Well, they're overrated.

(Bottle clinking)

(Bobby sighs)

Have you done a funeral yet?

- Uh, no, no, no.

- They rock.

The people are nice, well behaved.

And the receptions usually have good food.

- I'll keep an eye out for one.

- Then, there's working for Peter best.

- Yeah, what about him?

- I've taken him to Vegas a couple of times.

Insists that I stay with him the whole time,

a five-star room, spa, massage,

just so I can drive him around and turn a blind eye.

(Bobby laughs)

It's great.

- That guy's a fucker.

- That guy and guys like him pay guys like us

so guys like us get what we need.

- Yeah, what's that?

- Security, comfort, family.

- I guess so, man.

- Foster told me that you took one of my shifts.

You want another?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Can't tell foster, though.

This woman, she's, uh, paranoid.

She knows all the drivers' names.

TV producer.

I think you know her.

She likes to throw her assistants out into traffic.

- Are, are you serious, that fucking cunt?

- Hey, Maynard, remember what I told you, no resentment.

(Maynard sighs)

(Gentle music)

Now, you want the shift or not?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I want it.

- Don't fuck it up.

♪ Sweet, sweet ♪

♪ sweet missus, I'm on your front stair ♪

♪ there's a flounder underneath my head ♪

♪ betwixt, let's make a new memory in a boneyard dam ♪

♪ said what you got to say about that ♪

♪ Yeah well, I'll tell you ♪

♪ what I'm saying ♪ (Hand knocking)

♪ Well, it's a blank sign ♪ (Keys clanking)

(Window buzzing)

- You spare a smoke?

- [Maynard] Oh, yeah.

- My man, oh, goddamn. (Cigarette rustling)

(Lighter clicking)

(Bernie inhales)

Oh, been dying for one of these all day.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Mm.

You here pick up the cuntess?

- Who's that?

- The royal cuntess of cuntland.

In case you weren't aware of it, my friend,

you are now inhabiting cuntland.

- Yeah, I guess so.

(Bernie inhaling)

- You know, I used to drive a limo.

- You don't say?

- Yeah.

Done a funeral yet?

- Nah.

- Done the soul train awards?

- (Laughs) No.

- Well, don't.

Niggas, shit, niggas ain't like regular people.

They get in a limo, they think they rule the goddamn world.

Shit, they drink that, uh, that cristall

like it's going outta style,

plus the drugs, plus the hookers,

and they puke their fucking guts up in your back seat, mm.

(Bernie inhaling)

I had niggas trying to borrow money off me to buy crack.

And then, I had a nigga run

off with the motherfucking minibar.

He had to rip that shit out the backseat

and took the fuck off with it.

(Footsteps plodding)

- Aren't you supposed

to open the door for me? (Door clattering)

(Door clicking shut)

It's a little late for that now, don't you think?

(Door clicking shut)

(Window buzzing)

And you, you're fired.

(Window buzzing)

Please turn the air on.

It's too hot in here.

- Do, do you remember me?

- Should I?

- Yeah, I picked you up the night

you tried to kill your friend.

- She wasn't my friend.

She was my assistant.

And why are you talking to me?

Just drive.

I didn't say you could smoke.

- That's okay. I didn't ask.

- Do you know who my father is?

He's a famous designer, all right,

so put out the cigarette before you piss me off.

- Yeah, a designer of what?

- Clothes?

(Maynard laughs)

- Is that how you got where you are?

Huh, famous people wear daddy's clothes?

You must be really proud of yourself.

- You're just bitter because you drive a car for a living.

What was it you wanted to be, a star? (Laughs)

Well, you're almost there, buddy.

Keep it up. (Fingers snapping)

- It's a real shame they gave you back.

- Excuse me?

- Those people that nabbed you when you were a kid.

- How do you know about that?

- How much did daddy have to pay, huh, 10, 20 grand?

What's the dollar value (Window buzzing)

Of your life? (Window buzzing)

How many of daddy's shirts (Window buzzing)

Are you worth? (Window buzzing)

- Listen, I don't know who you think you're talking to,

but as soon as I get out of this limo,

I'm gonna have you fired. - Yeah, who said

you're getting out, huh?

(Intense music) (Marsha gasping)

(Tires screeching) (Bag rustling)

- Why are you doing this?

- 'Cause you're a spoiled little cunt

who needs to learn how to treat people.

- Go fuck yourself.

(Marsha grunting)

- For someone who's so concerned about her safety,

you're not very good at actually getting people

to give a shit about you.

No wonder people throw drinks in your face

and treat you the way they do.

You've been doing it

to everybody else your whole fucking life.

- Stop the car, please.

Please stop the car, please.

(Intense music continues) (Gravel crunching)

(Door clattering)

(Door slamming)

(Intense music continues)

(Door clattering)

(Marsha screaming)

(Door slamming)

(Intense music continues)

(Engine revving)

I'll have you fired,

you stupid motherfucker. (Tires screeching)

(Engine humming)

(Brakes screeching)

(Trunk clicks open)

(Trunk squeaking)

Please don't kill me, please.

I'm sorry.

I'll do whatever you want.

Just don't hurt me, please, please.

(Clothes rustling)

- Your sweater, you owe me 45.50.

- You're not gonna kill me?

- No, lady, I don't care about you enough to kill you.

- Then, why did you do that?

- 'Cause I don't like you.

Nobody does, all right?

Get used to it.

(Gentle music)

(Door clattering) (Footsteps plodding)

Coming?

(Gentle music continues)

(Door slamming)

(Engine humming)

(Doorbell ringing)

(Maynard coughing)

(Latch clicking)

Hey, man.

- Hey.

(Door slamming)

(Maynard sighs)

(Maynard coughing)

Hey, I gotta ask you something.

- Yeah.

- You, uh, you picked (Lighter clicking)

Up that TV producer, right?

- Yeah, I did. (Exhales)

- Yeah.

What happened?

- Nothing.

- Hey. (Hand smacking)

Let me ask you again. - Whoa.

Whoa, what the fuck, man? - What happened?

No, no, no, no, nothing did not happen,

because if nothing happened,

I wouldn't have lost my fucking job.

- What?

- Foster canned my ass.

The fucking cunt said that I, I attacked her or something.

Maynard, what did you do?

- I taught her a lesson, man.

I, I just, listen.

I'll call foster.

I'll, I'll tell her-

- doesn't make a difference. - I'll tell him

that it was me.

I'll tell him it was me, okay. - Doesn't make a difference.

He'd fire me anyways for just giving

you the shift without telling him.

(Maynard exhales)

- I don't, I don't know what to say.

- Get out.

- This is my apartment.

Not get out of here, you fucking asshole.

Get out of the job.

(Bobby laughs)

Look. (Coins jangling)

I know that you've been stealing stuff

that the clients leave in the back seat.

- So what?

So does everybody.

- I don't, and I never have.

The one thing that's kept me honest behind the wheel is

my sense of decency and sense of fucking self-respect.

The one strength that I draw from driving

these fucking schmucks around for a living is

that I am not like them.

Now, you may think that they have more than you, Maynard,

but they don't.

You have honor.

You have dignity.

- You, you're so full of shit, man.

I mean, you lecture us all the time

about, about, about control

and, and, and, and, and setting boundaries.

And it's all just bullshit, man.

I mean, I, I, I know about you, too, man.

I, I saw you.

I saw those kids puke on your shoes,

and you just stood there, and you did nothing about it.

I mean, you're just like us.

You're a fucking limo driver, man.

You're a slave just like the rest of us,

and you fucking hate it, so don't gimme that shit.

- Get out of la, Maynard.

Get clean.

(Latch clicking)

(Door slamming)

(Phone ringing)

- [Foster] You been sleeping?

- Not much.

- You look like shit.

I'm sending you to Vegas.

You gotta pick someone up.

- Peter best?

- Yeah, how'd you know?

- He's Bobby's client.

- He was Bobby's client.

Bobby doesn't work here anymore.

He's your client now if you want him.

(Maynard sighs)

- And where does he have to go?

- Seems he needs to be back in la for some publicity

or something for some picture.

(Paper rustling)

(Maynard clicks tongue)

- What's this?

- Pager.

- Yeah, no shit.

What, what's it for?

- If you're gonna drive Peter best,

we need to be able to get ahold of you all the time.

Consider it a promotion.

And Maynard,

if you fuck this up, I'm gonna have somebody shoot you.

(Gentle music)

Now get outta here.

♪ Pour me up, black hook, black tap running ♪

♪ fashion me proper to the passionate good love ♪

♪ leave me porch darkness while strangers go giggling by ♪

♪ hush me, hallelujah, 'cause I gotta good home ♪

♪ with a loved one's picture right atop that soot shelf ♪

♪ put the mattress down, and the sun don't hit it ♪

(Engine humming)

♪ Put the dream where a meat wave comes ♪

♪ in the back of my hand ♪

♪ put the cigarette lit in my mouth one more morning ♪

(Door clattering)

♪ Ah, one more morning ♪ (Car beeping)

♪ Tonight, my drive is not to drive ♪

♪ slim back the bus trip ♪

♪ the kitchen got something ♪

♪ him's me, to me's him ♪

♪ and who's you a looking for ♪

♪ you didn't even notify him ♪

♪ that you weren't for him ♪

♪ in the hot bus you can't hear no thunder ♪

(Upbeat music)

♪ What the deal ♪

♪ I'm underground ♪

(Hand knocking)

- It's open. ♪ But still the sound's ♪

♪ profound in the battleground ♪

♪ leave your nines at home ♪

♪ and bring your skills to the battle ♪

(Latch clicking)

♪ Leave your nines at home ♪

♪ and bring your skills to the battle ♪

♪ welcome to the battleground ♪

♪ leave your nines at home ♪

♪ and bring your skills to the battle ♪

♪ leave your nines at home ♪

- Who are you?

Where's the other guy?

- Bobby doesn't work for the company anymore.

- That sucks ass.

I liked that guy.

(Plastic rustling)

I know you.

You're friends with, uh, oh, come on.

What's her name?

- Audrey?

- (Laughing) Yeah, yeah.

So, dude, you want a drink?

- Yeah, sure.

Bar's over there.

Hey, could you get me one?

♪ Shorter than most but still doing big things ♪

- [Peter] (Laughs) Take a Jack and coke, bro.

♪ The strongest black coffee, then he's bound to get cream ♪

♪ bling, bling ♪ (Liquid sloshing)

♪ I know you see me coming, communicating on this mic ♪

♪ like the night your baby drumming in the battlegrounds ♪

- Oh, sweet.

(Ice cubes clinking)

So, how do you feel about (sniffs)?

- The fuck do you care, man?

(Peter laughing)

- Bro, chill, man.

Just asking, yo.

There's a sample bag right over there

in case you wanna, you know, whatever.

Cheers.

♪ Pass the mic to the left ♪

- Sample bag of what, exactly?

(Peter exhales)

- You know, I'm glad you asked me that.

(Glass clinking)

Did you see how I set that up?

You just knocked it right out the park (laughing).

(Sniffs) I wanted you to ask me that

so I could show you this. (Bag clattering)

- The fuck is that, man?

- Eight kilos, uncut (laughing).

Pretty cool, huh?

- Fuck you gonna do with that?

- Fuck, you know, dude (laughs).

Gonna sell it.

What do you think I'm gonna do with it, snort it?

(Peter sniffing)

- [Maynard] Sell it to who?

- Oh, some cat I know out here named Freddie.

We're gonna stop by his place on the way to la.

- No, we're not.

- Yes, we are.

- No, we're not, man.

They told me drive you straight back to la, no stops.

(Peter sighs)

- Look, man, you work for me,

and I'm telling you we're stopping (laughs).

I'm also gonna give you 1% of whatever Freddie gives me,

no questions asked, all right?

♪ Styles upon styles, upon styles ♪

- 10%.

♪ I got styles, upon styles, upon styles, upon styles ♪

♪ upon styles, upon styles, upon styles ♪

- How about 5%?

And I won't tell your boss how rude and impolite

you were to me. - I don't give a fuck

what you tell my boss, all right?

Everyone knows you're an asshole.

You wanna play drug dealer?

You want me to keep my mouth shut?

10%, that's the deal.

(Peter exhaling)

- All right, dude, how about $10,000?

- 10 grand?

- $10,000.

I gotta have you, dude.

What am I gonna do?

- All right, man.

- All right, deal?

♪ Good at rapping, jacked ♪ (Peter laughing)

♪ We ship 'em back to the city ♪

♪ lose all kids like that bitch from Carolina ♪

- Dude, I'm selling it for 200,000.

(Laughing) You know, do the math.

(Hand thudding)

(Laughing) You fucking kill me.

(Peter sniffing)

(Peter exhaling)

Hey, man.

Did you see "scarface," man?

- Yeah, I did.

- Yeah, well, he was a fucking pussy, man.

(Peter speaking Spanish)

(Peter laughing)

♪ I got styles upon styles, upon styles, upon styles ♪

♪ upon styles, upon styles, upon styles, upon styles ♪

- So, you seen that Audrey girl lately?

(Door clattering)

Talked to her in weeks.

She's a wild one, you know.

That whole thing in the limo was

just a little game she likes to play.

She's the type that likes it when guys get rough with her,

so you know, I play along.

You know, she used to make me cut her with a knife?

She even carries around the knife

that she likes to be cut with (laughs).

Some people are really fucked up.

(Door clattering)

Isn't that right?

- (Click tongue) Yep.

(Door clattering)

Some people are.

♪ Him's me to me's him to who's you a looking for ♪

♪ you didn't even notify him that you weren't for him ♪

♪ in the hot bus, you can't hear no thunder ♪

♪ living in the tight house, you can't hear it either ♪

♪ well, that one is ♪

♪ a hot rod knocking this off ♪ (Cuffs clanking)

♪ To whittle the distance ♪

♪ cracking-a-lackers ♪

♪ at speed and paces ♪ (Ice cubes clinking)

♪ Oh, tonight, I'm pieto worrying ♪

♪ in the village night ♪

♪ finally, and then hit your ball ♪

♪ smoke on the little bugs ♪

♪ double stop's one night long ♪ (Cap clanking)

♪ Bull pulling the Max ♪

♪ case looks good with a broken mattress ♪

(Lid clanking)

- So, what do you think, buddy,

upper or downer?

- (Clicks tongue) No thanks.

- Tss, yippie, more for me.

(Pills cracking)

(Ice cubes clinking)

(Lips slurping)

(Ice cubes clinking)

(Cuffs clattering)

(Ice cubes clinking)

You know, you and me have a lot in common.

We're both opportunists. Am I right?

Both have great taste in women.

We both appreciate the finer things in life,

like money, drugs,

power.

(Peter laughs)

We both think I'm the greatest actor in the world, right?

You know, the way I see it,

you and me, we're like a couple of peas.

We're pea-pea (laughing).

(Foot thudding) (Peter laughing)

- Gotta be fucking kidding me.

(Peter laughing)

(Peter sighs)

- You're kinda quiet, but I like you,

so I'm gonna let you in on a little secret.

I too used to drive a limo.

- Really?

- That's right.

We all gotta start somewhere, man.

But the only thing that matters is where we end up.

Andy Warhol said that.

- No, Andy Warhol said we're all gonna be famous

for 15 minutes or something.

- Oh. (Ice cubes clinking)

Well, that's right, too. (Ice cubes clinking)

(Gentle music)

Hey, make a right up here.

♪ Well, rain grew that long ♪

♪ rain rusted the motor ♪

♪ good lord in my pockets till I washed my pants ♪

♪ my hand got crushed in the blue assembly line ♪

♪ and no one did nothing but pour me out black ♪

♪ yes, they poured me out black ♪

♪ they had to pour me out black ♪ (Gravel crunching)

(Door clattering)

(Feet shuffling)

(Door slamming)

(Feet shuffling)

- [Peter] Let's go. (Hand knocking)

(Feet shuffling)

- Hey, uh, uh, I'm not going in there.

- Dude, of course you're coming with me.

I could be in there for hours.

- Yeah, it's, uh, it's okay.

I'll wait.

- All right, don't be a fag.

Come and earn your 10 grand.

You'll be my backup.

We'll be like Riggs and Murtaugh.

Except, you know, we're not cops,

and you're not Danny Glover.

- I'm staying here, okay?

I'm not going in there.

- Okay, fine, you can be Mel Gibson.

I'll be Danny Glover.

- I don't wanna be Mel Gibson.

- Now, you're just pissing me off.

- Yeah, deal with it, all right?

(Peter exhales)

(Feet shuffling)

(Car interior clattering)

Hey.

Give 'em back... these?

- You fucking asshole. - You want these?

- Give 'em back. - You want these?

You want these? (Door slamming)

- Give them back,

you fucking jerk. - These?

These, these, huh?

(Case clattering)

(Peter laughing)

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em.

Ooh, ooh, shit. (Bodies thudding)

Ooh.

(Feet shuffling)

(Case clattering)

(Peter grunts)

(Case clattering)

(Peter grunts)

- What the fuck is going on?

- Oh, we're here to see Freddie.

He's expecting us.

- Well, I'm expecting you two dumbasses

to get up off the ground

and stop acting like a couple faggots.

- Okay, sure.

(Gentle music)

(Footsteps plodding)

(Dogs barking)

- Freddie.

The asshole's here.

(Dogs barking)

(Ball clanking)

- Did you hear what he called you?

You gonna let him talk to you like that?

(Dogs barking)

Come on.

(Ball clanking)

(Gentle music continues) (Ball clanking)

- Peter best, (laughs) Good to see you.

- Freddie.

- You're just in time.

Who's this?

- This is my friend, Maynard.

- Uh, no, no, I'm, I'm his limo driver.

(Ball clanking)

- Well, hello, Maynard, the limo driver.

You packing?

- Excuse me?

- You got a gun?

- No.

- Lift your jackets, please.

(Dogs barking) (Ball clanking)

Why didn't you wait in the car?

- Peter thinks I'm Mel Gibson.

(Peter laughing)

- (Laughing) I don't.

He's not.

That's not Mel.

(Freddie laughs)

- You're wacky.

(Dogs barking)

I like that.

Come on, have a seat

(dogs barking) (Ball clanking)

(Freddie blows)

Hey, over there.

(Freddie sighs) (Sofa creaking)

So, did you bring my blow?

- [Peter] Yes, I did.

- Well, may I see it, please?

- Well, first things first, Freddie,

I think we should talk about the price we discussed.

I just think with cocaine this high in quality-

- blow, blow.

Look, I don't like that word, cocaine.

Makes it sound like a crime.

Wouldn't you agree, Mel?

- Yeah, uh, I don't know why they just don't call it sugar.

- Sugar (laughs).

Yeah, I like that.

Let's call it sugar.

- Okay.

I think with sugar this high in quality

that I should be getting more than 200,000.

- You know, you Hollywood types never gonna learn

how things work out here.

Mel, tell you superstar friend here

how things work in the real world

with people like me and you.

- Uh, yeah, we don't like to negotiate.

- Correct, we do not like negotiating.

- But, um, Freddie, if I, if I may,

we can appreciate a good deal when we see one, right?

- Is this a good deal, Mel?

- Yeah, I think so.

- Why is that?

(Dogs barking)

- 'Cause he's a fucking celebrity wannabe gangster

fucking asshole that doesn't know what he's selling.

I mean, he's got what, eight kilos of uncut sugar, right?

That's worth how much?

If you know what to do with it,

which he doesn't, and you do.

I mean, you could step on it so many times

it really would be sugar

and, and sell it right back to this asshole,

and he wouldn't know the difference.

- Okay, dude, I think we get the point.

- Do we? - Yeah.

- Uh, I don't think we do.

- [Peter] Yeah.

(Footsteps plodding)

(Doctor speaking Spanish)

- It's not breathing.

You need to resuscitate it.

(Doctor speaking Spanish)

- Grab him with hands and, and hit it on the table.

(Package thudding) (Doctor speaking Spanish)

- Faster, harder. (Package thudding)

(Doctor speaking Spanish)

- Hey, hey, hey.

(Dogs barking)

You've killed it.

What'd you do that for?

- I don't know, dude.

I mean, how could, how could I know that I?

(Freddie laughing)

- Ah, I got you, man.

This one was already dead (laughs).

(Gangsters laughing)

(Doctors laughing)

(Gangsters laughing)

(Peter laughing)

Okay.

(Footsteps plodding)

See, I'm an actor too.

(Doctors laughing)

You should have seen your face, man.

That was a good one. (Dog groaning)

- Yeah, yeah, you got me (laughs).

- Okay.

I'll pay you 300,000, good?

(Gentle music)

- Oh yeah, that's great.

(Freddie whistling)

- 300 thou.

All right, superstar, let's see what you got.

- Okay, go get the car.

- Yes, sir.

(Plastic snapping)

- I'm telling you, Freddie,

you're gonna love this shit. (Freddie blows)

This is top shelf. (Case clanking)

(Gentle music continues) (Dogs barking)

(Freddie sniffs)

- What's this?

What the fuck is this?

(Gentle music continues)

- It's soap.

(Case thudding)

(Trunk squeaking)

(Zipper whizzing)

(Lid thudding)

(Zipper whizzing)

(Bag clattering)

(Trunk squeaking)

(Gentle music)

(Engine humming)

♪ I am the seed of hopeless love ♪

♪ drive down the highway ♪

♪ of hopeless love ♪ (Coffee sloshing)

- Everything okay?

♪ Standing in line, just take what I'm given ♪

♪ caught by the mirror and hopeless love ♪

(Seat creaking)

♪ Some mapped-out discussions get twisted, forgotten ♪

(Maynard exhaling)

(Maynard sniffing)

(Gentle music) (Engines humming)

(Gentle music continues) (Engines humming)

(Gentle music continues) (Engines humming)

(Gentle music continues)

(Pager ringing)

♪ Everybody's talking at me ♪

♪ I don't hear a word they're saying ♪

♪ no, only the echoes ♪

♪ of my mind ♪ (Pager thudding)

♪ People stopping, staring ♪

♪ I can't see their faces ♪

♪ no, only the shadows of their eyes ♪

♪ I'm going where that sun keeps shining ♪

♪ through the pouring rain ♪

♪ I'm going where that weather suits my clothes, yes ♪

♪ backing off of that northeast wind ♪

♪ sailing on a summer breeze ♪

♪ skipping off of the ocean like a stone ♪

(Engines humming)

♪ Everybody's talking at me ♪

♪ I don't hear a word they're saying ♪

♪ no, only the echoes of my mind ♪

♪ people stopping, staring ♪

♪ I can't see their faces ♪

♪ no, only the shadows of their eyes ♪

♪ I'm going where that sun keeps shining ♪

♪ through the pouring rain ♪

(Engine humming)

♪ I'm going where that weather suits my clothes ♪

♪ backing off of that northeast wind ♪

♪ sailing on a summer breeze ♪

♪ skipping over the ocean like a stone ♪

♪ mm, mm ♪

♪ ooh, they're calling ♪

♪ I'm going where that sun keeps shining, oh ♪

♪ through that pouring rain, yes ♪

♪ I'm going where that weather suits my clothes ♪

♪ backing off of that northeast wind ♪

♪ sailing on a summer breeze ♪

♪ skipping off of the ocean like a stone ♪

♪ Everybody's talking at me ♪

♪ I can't hear word they're saying ♪

♪ no, only the echoes of my mind ♪

♪ no, I won't let you leave my love behind ♪

♪ no, I won't let you leave my love behind ♪

♪ no, I won't let you leave ♪

(Gentle music continues)

(Gentle music continues)

(Dramatic music)

(Film reel clattering)