Drive

DRIVE

Written by

Hossein Amini Based on the novel by

James Sallis 09.24.10

1 INT. CAR ENGINE - NIGHT. 1          We're close on a maze of metal rods, tubes, and wires. It's only as we pull out that we realize it's the engine of a car. Over the image we hear a voice talking on a phone. DRIVER O/S ...hundred thousand streets in this city, you don't need to know the route. You give me a time and place, I give you a five minute window. Those five minutes I'm          yours. Whatever goes down I'm yours. Minute either side you're on your own... As the engine ignites and roars to life we DISSOLVE TO: 2 INT. LOW RENT APARTMENT/ KOREATOWN/ L.A. - NIGHT. 2          A map of downtown L.A. spread out on a bed, dozens of different routes marked in pencil. The voice continues - DRIVER O/S ...One last thing. You won't be able to          reach me at this number again...           DRIVER hangs up the phone. He folds his map of LA and slips it          in his duffel bag. A few clothes and other essentials are neatly packed inside. He zips the bag shut and takes one last look at a          cheap TV set. On screen, a movie is playing. On a radio, the LA          Clippers are taking a pounding from the New York Knicks. 3 INT. UNDERGROUND PARKING LOT/ APARTMENT/ KOREATOWN - NIGHT. 3          Driver strides through a dimly lit car park, carrying his duffel bag. A YOUNG COUPLE emerge from their car after a late night out. Driver lowers his eyes, avoiding their gaze as he makes his way towards a sleek 1970's Chevelle 4 INT/EXT. DRIVER'S CAR/ ALVARADO - NIGHT. 4          The Clippers-Knicks game plays on the car radio now. Driver is          only half listening, focused on the road. We see his face in the passing neon lights. Feline good looks. Impassive blue eyes. Something almost melancholy in his unwavering gaze. He drives carefully, letting other cars overtake. 5 EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING/ ECHO PARK - NIGHT. 5          Driver glides into the parking lot of another low-rent apartment block. 2                         9/24/10          6 INT. UNDERGROUND CAR PARK/ APARTMENT/ ECHO PARK - NIGHT. 6          Clutching his duffel bag Driver heads towards the car park elevator. Hurrying out in the opposite direction he sees a          pretty GIRL in her 20's wearing a waitress outfit. Their eyes meet briefly, before Driver walks on. 7 INT. APARTMENT/ ECHO PARK - NIGHT. 7          Driver heads down the hallway and unlocks the door to his new apartment. It's not all that different from his last one. Clean, sparse, and anonymous. He doesn't even bother to walk in. He          tosses his duffel bag inside and locks the door again. 8 INT/EXT. DRIVER'S CAR/ SILVERLAKE BOULEVARD - NIGHT 8 Driver's back on the road, the basketball game still playing on          the radio. He drives past a row of brightly lit Mexican food shacks on Silver Lake Boulevard and turns into a run down garage lit up with a neon sign - Shannon's Picture Car Warehouse - vintage cars. 9 INT. SHANNON'S GARAGE/ SILVERLAKE BOULEVARD - NIGHT. 9          SHANNON, the owner of the garage, has a distinctive limp. Driver follows him past rows of vintage cars. SHANNON ...Plain Jane cheap like you asked for but with a hundred and sixty horsepower inside. You get any sleep? DRIVER Not this week. As Shannon grins we feel the familiarity between them. SHANNON I can offer you some Halcyon. DRIVER Won't work. They head past more cars -- Fords, Dodges, Buicks -- until they arrive at a plain looking Impala. SHANNON There she is. Silver Impala. Most popular car in the state of California... Driver casts his eyes over the unimpressive vehicle then holds out his hand for the keys. 3                         9/24/10          10 INT/EXT. SILVER IMPALA/ TOY DISTRICT/ DOWNTOWN L.A. - NIGHT. 10          The basketball game is approaching the end of the third quarter. Driver's behind the wheel of the Impala now, cruising past rows of dingy toy stores on 3rd Street. He glances at his watch. It's          9:50. He checks his mirror then turns into a side street. 11 INT/EXT. IMPALA/ ELECTRONICS SUPERSTORE/ DOWNTOWN - NIGHT. 11          A vast electronics superstore dominates the deserted street. Under the pale yellow glow of the street lamps, Driver sees signs advertising a `huge blow out weekend sale'. He pulls over, making sure he has a good view of the entrance. On the radio, the basketball commentator is getting more excited. BASKETBALL COMMENTARY ...This is some comeback from the Clippers! Only a few minutes ago they looked dead and buried!... Driver reaches under the seat and pulls out a small handheld scanner. He switches it on, tuning it to the right frequency. Crackling police dispatches are interspersed with the basketball commentary now. POLICE SCANNER ...9 Adam 81, what is your current location?...Repeat, what is your current location?... BASKETBALL COMMENTARY ...Another unbelievable three pointer from Davis and the Clippers are within five!...          Out of the corner of his eye Driver sees two MEN approach. He          doesn't react, expecting them. They cut through the fence with bolt cutters and approach the main building. Driver watches them pull on their masks, then one of them takes out a shotgun and blasts the lock to the front door. Instantly the alarm shrills. The only thing Driver does is to turn on his stop watch. BASKETBALL COMMENTARY ...Time out Knicks... The stop watching keeps ticking away, the siren blaring, the commentary continuing, the police scanner crackling. The storefront is hidden in shadow, impossible to tell what's          going on inside. Driver looks at his stop watch. Almost three minutes. One of the masked men emerges now, carrying a duffel bag. He hurries over and gets in the back of Driver's car without a word. There's no sign of the other robber. (CONTINUED) 4                         9/24/10                         11 CONTINUED: 11 The commentary continues, so does the crackling on the police scanner. Four minutes. Still no sign of the second armed robber. His companion in the back starts to look nervous, wondering what's happened to his partner. Driver doesn't betray a hint of nerves. Four and half minutes on          his stop watch. Thirty seconds more and he's on his way. Suddenly the second robber appears from the shadows, running as          fast as he can to the getaway car. He jumps into the back seat a          few seconds short of five minutes and Driver screeches off. 12 INT/ EXT. SILVER IMPALA/ STREETS/ DOWNTOWN - NIGHT. 12          Driver thunders over the 1st Street bridge towards Boyle Heights, then eases his foot off the gas, slowing to a steady speed. In the back seat the two armed robbers rip off their masks, looking pumped up with adrenalin. Driver studies them in          his rear view mirror, then swerves right on Mission Street as           his police scanner crackles to life. POLICE SCANNER ...Attention all units...211...Superstore on Traction Avenue...Suspects headed Eastbound on 1st Street...Driving a Silver Impala...          Driver swings sharply into 4th Street now, crossing the L.A.           River again, heading back in the same direction he came. POLICE SCANNER ...Airships dispatched...Downtown and Boyle Heights...All units standby. Repeat, all units standby...          Up ahead, the lights of Downtown L.A. glitter against the night sky. Hovering between the neon green glow of the skyscrapers Driver sees the red and white glint of a police helicopter. He          switches off his headlights, turning left on Santa Fe Avenue. 13 INT/EXT. IMPALA/ALLEYWAYS/INDUSTRIAL AREA/DOWNTOWN - NIGHT. 13          The armed robbers watch in tense silence as Driver weaves in and out of the industrial alleyways with his lights switched off. It's as if he's trying to find his way out of the maze or          probing to see if there's anyone out there. POLICE SCANNER ...1 Baker 11, headed south on Boyle Avenue...No sign of suspects...Repeat, no          sign of suspects... The armed robbers look relieved when suddenly a police car glides past at the end of the alleyway, its lights also off. (CONTINUED) 5                         9/24/10                         13 CONTINUED: 13 It's like catching a glimpse of a passing shark's fin. Driver taps the brakes gently, his car sliding to a stop. He stays there a moment, then eases the Impala forward, turning in the same direction as the black-and-white. 14 INT/EXT. IMPALA/ LA RIVER INDUSTRIAL AREA/ DOWNTOWN - NIGHT. 14          It's a high-risk strategy but Driver follows the black-and-white at a distance, hidden in the darkness, knowing other squad cars won't be checking the same route. The police car makes its way through the dimly lit industrial zone, unaware it's being shadowed. Driver turns his car radio up a whisper. BASKETBALL COMMENTARY ...And for the first time in the game the Clippers have the lead. 71 to 69. Seven to          go in the Fourth here at the Staples Centre...          Driver turns the sound back down. Up ahead, the police car swings left, disappearing from view. Driver slows down too, anticipating the next obstacle. He doesn't have long to wait. In          the distance he suddenly sees the piercing beam of a police chopper's search-lights, sweeping the area one more time. Driver floors the gas, speeding straight towards the approaching helicopter. The armed robbers are too stunned to protest. They just sit there, watching the sweeping searchlights getting closer and closer. Then suddenly it becomes clear what Driver's doing. Up ahead, there's a small underpass below the 7th Street bridge. Driver slides the car under the safety of the bridge just before the chopper's searchlights spot them. 15 INT/EXT. IMPALA/ UNDERPASS/ LA RIVER INDUSTRIAL AREA - NIGHT.15 The roar of the helicopter thunders overhead. The underpass is          crammed with dirty mattresses and shopping carts. Sleeping HOBOS can be seen under dirty blankets. Driver waits for the echo of          the helicopter to fade, then moves forward again. 16 INT/EXT. IMPALA/ OLYMPIC BOULEVARD/ DOWNTOWN - NIGHT. 16          Gloomy yellow street-lamps shine down on the industrial zone. Rows of delivery trucks are parked outside the meat-packing factories. Driver cruises cautiously down the deserted street. The crackling of the police scanner and the droning of the basketball commentary add to the tension. Finally up ahead he          sees car-lights streaming back and forth on Broadway. DRIVER Get down... (CONTINUED) 6                         9/24/10                         16 CONTINUED: 16 The armed robbers lie flat on the back seat, paying Driver more respect now. 17 INT/EXT. IMPALA/ BROADWAY/ DOWNTOWN - NIGHT. 17          There's a steady flow of traffic on Broadway. Driver falls in          behind the other cars. On the radio, the basketball game is          still playing. BASKETBALL COMMENTARY ...Three thirteen left on the clock. Dunleavy calls a time out and it's the Clippers by one...          The passing head-lamps light up Driver's face. There's not a          trace of emotion in his eyes -- even when he spots a patrol car approaching in the opposite direction. BASKETBALL COMMENTARY ...Buckle up your seat belts Clippers fans. This game really is too close to call...          The two cars pass each other slowly. Driver sees the cops in the Black-and-White peering at the Impala as they head past. He          turns down the basketball game and focuses on the scanner. POLICE SCANNER ...This is 1 David 16...Silver Impala headed South on Broadway and Pico...Couldn't get a look at her license plates...Appears to be only one occupant... In the back seat, the armed robbers wait nervously for the police dispatch to respond. POLICE SCANNER ...1 David 16...why don't you check her out... As soon as he hears this Driver swerves sharply into the next street. 18 INT/ EXT. IMPALA/ SIDESTREET OFF BROADWAY/ DOWNTOWN - NIGHT. 18          Driver guns around the block now, building up speed. POLICE SCANNER ...This is 1 David 16...We lost the suspect somewhere between Broadway and Grand...Possible evasive action...Request airship and additional units... 7                         9/24/10          19 INT/ EXT. IMPALA/ WEST PICO BOULEVARD/ DOWNTOWN - NIGHT. 19          Driver bursts out onto Pico now. A squad car headed in the opposite direction slows down as it sees him but is caught up in          the flow of traffic, unable to turn round and give chase. POLICE SCANNER ...1 David 11...suspect headed West on          Pico... Driver threads his way through the vehicles in front of him, so          smooth and effortless it's hard to tell how fast he's going. He          glances up as he hears the dull rumble of a police chopper overhead. The helicopter is almost directly above him, swinging its search-beam back and forth to get a lock on his position. Driver pushes the car as fast as it will go, but there's no way of outrunning the chopper. Blue light floods the asphalt around him as he guns down Figueroa. POLICE SCANNER All units...pursuit in progress...silver Impala...Headed North on Figueroa... Even now Driver doesn't panic, turning his attention back to the basketball game. BASKETBALL COMMENTARY Thornton pulls up from behind the arc, misses. Rebound New York. One eighteen to          play... Driver swerves sharply towards the sparkling lights of the Staples Centre. 20 INT/EXT. IMPALA/ STAPLES CENTRE/ PARKING LOT - NIGHT. 20          The terraced parking lot looms up ahead. A sign above the barrier says `Season Ticket Holders Only'. Driver punches in a          ticket and roars into the parking lot. 21 INT. IMPALA/ STAPLES CENTRE PARKING LOT - NIGHT. 21          The Impala screeches from one level to the next. With a game going on, the parking lot is almost full. Finally Driver pulls into a free parking space. BASKETBALL COMMENTARY ...Thirty seconds remaining and all the Knicks have to do is run out the clock...          Driver glances in his side mirror. Behind him, dozens of FANS are already streaming out into the parking lot before the game is over, hoping to avoid the inevitable traffic. (CONTINUED) 8                         9/24/10                         21 CONTINUED: 21 BASKETBALL COMMENTARY ...Gordon back to Davis...Davis for three...This is unbelievable!... The jubilant commentary continues, but Driver isn't listening anymore. The game has served its purpose. More fans flood into the parking lot. Dozens of cars pull out of their places. BASKETBALL COMMENTARY ...What a remarkable comeback...Outplayed for most of the game, the Clippers have shown incredible resilience...          Driver glances at the armed robbers and nods. It's time. They climb out of the car, merging in with the crowd. Driver watches them disappear, then slips on a Clippers cap, climbs out of the Impala himself and heads towards another car. 22 EXT. STAPLES CENTRE/ DOWNTOWN L.A. - NIGHT. 22          Outside the parking lot, the police are waiting, stopping anything that looks like an Impala, shining their flashlights into the windows. Wearing his Clippers cap and a Clippers sticker on his new car, Driver calmly drives past them, making his getaway. DISSOLVE TO: 23 EXT. FILM SET/ SAN PEDRO/ LOS ANGELES - DAY. 23          Driver's face is fixed ahead, sunglasses hiding his eyes. As we          PULL OUT we see to our surprise that he's wearing a policeman's           uniform. It's only as we pull out further that we see several other `POLICE OFFICERS' sitting in the same fold up chairs, reading car magazines and scripts as they're powdered by MAKE-UP GIRLS, and realize we're on a movie set. Driver glances up from his script and sees another STUNTMAN being fitted with an SFX mask. The stuntman now looks identical to the STAR of the movie who stands nearby. ASSISTANT DIRECTOR O/S I need you guys to sign this contract... Driver takes the form along with all the other stuntmen and signs it without a glance. 24 EXT. FILM SET/ SAN PEDRO/ LOS ANGELES - DAY. 24          Shannon is discussing a car stunt with another AD, using two toy cars on the hood of a cop car to demonstrate the danger. (CONTINUED) 9                         9/24/10                         24 CONTINUED: 24 SHANNON ...This is a whole new thing. He taps the fender any faster than fifty not only will she roll, she'll roll all the way to Baja. Driver heads off, disinterested in the negotiations. SHANNON A high risk stunt like that's worth at          least a thousand five. AD          They won't go higher than a thousand. SHANNON Done. For all his charm we sense something of the hustler about Shannon. 25 EXT. CRAFT TABLE/ FILM SET/ SAN PEDRO/ LOS ANGELES - DAY. 25          Driver approaches a buffet table laid out with food. He's about to help himself when JACK, the caterer, stops him. JACK Sorry, that's for the director...         26 INT/ EXT. POLICE CAR/ FILM SET/ SAN PEDRO - DAY. 26          Driver sits at the wheel of the Black-and-White while a STUNT SUPERVISOR checks his harness. Shannon leans into the window with a smile. SHANNON I managed to get them up to five hundred. Driver doesn't seem to care, focussed on the job. 2ND UNIT DIRECTOR O/S Camera ready, sound ready...          Shannon joins the rest of the crew, looking on. 2ND UNIT DIRECTOR O/S ...ACTION!...          Driver floors the gas, screeching out of the alleyway. He          swerves between several oil drums then straightens up on the main road. In his rear view mirror he sees a black Dodge Charger appear on          cue, bearing down on him. (CONTINUED) 10                         9/24/10                         26 CONTINUED: 26 Driver slows to forty, like he's supposed to, but the black Charger keeps coming at speed. Driver's eyes stay fixed on his rear view mirror, judging the other car's speed and angle of approach to perfection. The Charger slams into the back of Driver's car at sixty miles an hour, hitting him just above the left rear wheel. Driver's reactions are quick as lightning, counter-steering as          his Black-and-White goes careening off the road. He keeps the car upright long enough to slow it down before it finally flips end over end. Up ahead, the Charger skids to a showy stop. 2ND UNIT DIRECTOR O/S ...And CUT!... Some clapping and cheering breaks out, but most the crew couldn't care less, returning to their cell-phones and shot lists. Only Shannon seems interested in Driver, limping over and helping him out of his battered Black-and-White. SHANNON Nice work, officer... Driver spits out some fake candyglass from the shattered windscreen. 27 INT. NINO'S PIZZERIA/ WESTWOOD - DAY. 27          A New York style pizza-by-the-slice restaurant. A WAITER takes a          delivery of Chinese food at the door and carries it over to a           table where Shannon is sitting with an old friend, BERNIE ROSE. WAITER Here you go, Mr. Rose. (Taking out the white boxes) Egg rolls, chicken chow mein, five flavor shrimp and Peking duck. BERNIE ROSE Did they remember the chop sticks? WAITER Doesn't look like it, sir. Let me run and get the guy. From the way the waiter hurries off we get a sense of Bernie's          power and authority. He turns back to Shannon, resuming their conversation. (CONTINUED) 11                         9/24/10                         27 CONTINUED: 27 BERNIE ROSE ...You run a perfectly good business. Why would you want to change now? SHANNON You know how much my business made last year? Thirty Grand. Takes me six months to          build a car and a couple of seconds for these jerks to write it off on a stunt that doesn't even make it into the movie. Bernie shakes his head but clearly has a soft spot for Shannon. BERNIE ROSE How much do you need? SHANNON Let me talk you through it first. BERNIE ROSE That sounds like a lot. SHANNON Doesn't have to be. The big money teams burn through three, four million a year but that's `cause they're using half a dozen test drivers and a stable of cars. BERNIE ROSE I don't know anything about car racing but I assume there's a reason for that? SHANNON Sure, but it's not the only way. All I need is a hard-used stock car. We start off with the small-town action then work our way up. There's close to two thousand events out there and once we make the Show we're          talking millions. BERNIE ROSE `Millions'? SHANNON There's a fortune to be made. Sponsorship. TV deals. We'll even name the team after you. Bernie looks at his friend in mild exasperation then turns away as the waiter returns with a handful of chop sticks. BERNIE ROSE Thank you, Ron. You sure you don't want any of this? (CONTINUED) 12                         9/24/10                         27 CONTINUED: (2) 27 SHANNON No, thanks. Bernie waits for the waiter to leave then continues. BERNIE ROSE You still haven't given me a number? Shannon hesitates but only for a second. SHANNON Four hundred and thirty thousand dollars. Bernie Rose can't help grinning at his nerve. SHANNON Look, I wouldn't come to you unless I was sure about this. BERNIE ROSE Come on, Shannon. How can you be sure? What have you got these big money teams don't          have? SHANNON I got a driver. BERNIE ROSE And they got half a dozen Drivers you told me. SHANNON Not like this one. He stares at his friend with quiet conviction. SHANNON I been working with this guy a long time - I've never seen anything like it. I had the money I'd back him myself...          Bernie Rose considers him quietly. BERNIE ROSE But you don't have the money. SHANNON Everything I own is in metal. I had to sell my Bullit car the other day just to pay the gas bill. I'm telling you, Bernie, put this kid behind a wheel there's nothing he can't          do. (CONTINUED) 13                         9/24/10                         27 CONTINUED: (3) 27 BERNIE ROSE And what happens to my money if this kid gets hit by a bus? Shannon's about to reply when they're interrupted by a big bull of a man with a gruff voice. NINO What are you doing eating Chink food in my          restaurant? BERNIE ROSE What's a Jew doing running a Pizzeria? Worst fucking pizza in LA by the way. How hard is it to bake a loaf of bread? NINO It's the fucking water in this city... Shannon smiles, intimidated by Nino, giving up his seat respectfully. Nino doesn't even acknowledge him. BERNIE ROSE I thought you were supposed to be out of          town anyway? NINO Well, I'm back. (Barely a glance at Shannon) Take a hike. I need to talk to my partner. BERNIE ROSE Be polite, Nino. I invited him here. NINO Oh, I'm sorry. How you doing, Shannon? How's the fucking leg? Bernie senses things are only going to get worse and dismisses Shannon gently. BERNIE ROSE I'll think about it but I want to meet your guy first...         28 INT. ELEVATOR/ APARTMENT BLOCK/ ECHO PARK - DAY. 28          Driver stands in the elevator as it climbs slowly. It reaches the ground floor then the doors slide open. Driver finds himself face to face with the pretty girl he saw the other night. She looks a little startled to see him, then recovers PRETTY GIRL (IRENE) Hi... (CONTINUED) 14                         9/24/10                         28 CONTINUED: 28 She joins him in the elevator, carrying a grocery bag with some milk and Fruit Loops cereal. DRIVER Which floor, ma'am?... IRENE Fourth please... Driver presses the fourth floor button even though it's already lit. The doors shut and the elevator starts to climb. Driver stares out quietly. Irene takes a glance at him, feeling awkward in the silence. She looks relieved as the elevator doors finally open. Driver steps aside to let her out first. IRENE Thank you...         29 INT. CORRIDOR/ APARTMENT/ ECHO PARK - MORNING. 29          Driver and Irene walk down the corridor in the same direction, only a few feet apart. She seems more aware of his presence than he is of hers. She reaches the door to her apartment first. IRENE Goodbye... DRIVER Goodbye, ma'am... Driver looks at her just long enough not to seem impolite, then continues down the corridor, not even glancing back. 30 EXT. SAUGUS SPEEDWAY - DAY. 30          Bright sunlight. In the distance we see a trail of dust moving across the flatland. Everything is silent, then slowly the hum of an engine rises as the stock car turns towards us. It          shimmers in the heat waves, the noise of its engine getting louder as it picks up speed. Shannon stands with his friend Bernie Rose at the edge of the makeshift track, staring at the glittering car with its colorful signage advertising everything from Snickers to Cheerios. BERNIE ROSE Looks like a chocolate bar. You're gonna have to tell me if that's fast or slow `cause I got no idea...          Shannon smiles to himself. SHANNON It ain't slow... 15                         9/24/10          31 INT. RACE CAR/ SAUGUS SPEEDWAY - DAY. 31          Even in the cramped space of the roll cage there's something effortless about the way Driver controls the car. His eyes are fixed in concentration, his body tensing only slightly as he          lifts his foot off the gas and turns the wheel. 32 EXT. SAUGUS SPEEDWAY - DAY. 32          The glinting vehicle is lost in a cloud of dust, then reappears again, moving even faster now. The STOCK CAR'S OWNER, a bearded hot-rodder with a t-shirt that says, "Drive it like you stole          it", joins Shannon with a confident smile. STOCK CAR OWNER Told you she was a beauty... SHANNON (Playing hard to get) Maybe where you come from... Bernie Rose pays no attention to their banter, his eyes fixed thoughtfully on the stock car as it finally slows to a stop. 33 EXT. RACE CAR/ SAUGUS SPEEDWAY - DAY. 33          Driver climbs out of the car. As he looks up he sees Shannon limping over with the stock car's owner, a couple of MECHANICS, and Bernie Rose. SHANNON Looks a little long in the tooth to me. Think we should take her home?...          Driver shrugs. Shannon grins, turning to Bernie now. SHANNON Bernie, this is the driver I been telling you about... One look at Bernie Rose and Driver senses the power and authority behind his deceptively gentle eyes. SHANNON Bernie's thinking of investing in our race team...          The old mobster holds out his hand, meeting Driver's gaze. DRIVER My hands are a little dirty. BERNIE ROSE Don't worry. So are mine... (CONTINUED) 16                         9/24/10                         33 CONTINUED: 33 He gives Driver a big grin and a warm handshake, sizing him up. Driver smiles politely, gazing back at him. The stock car's          owner interrupts the moment between them, holding a stopwatch. STOCK CAR OWNER Couldn't see much wrong with that. You beat the fastest lap by more than half a second. DRIVER You might wanna take a look at the suspension before we go again. (Turning back to Bernie) Nice to meet you...          Bernie's still studying him. BERNIE ROSE You too... Their eyes stay on each other, then Driver follows the stock car owner and his mechanics back to the car. Bernie Rose stares after him quietly, thinking to himself. Shannon can feel he's          getting interested. SHANNON You gonna give me the four? BERNIE ROSE I'll give you three for seventy percent...         34 INT. SUPERMARKET/ ECHO PARK - DAY. 34          Tinny supermarket music plays in the background. Driver walks past the vast selection of instant coffee brands, bemused by the choice. Suddenly he notices something out of the corner of his eye. At the far end of the aisle his pretty neighbor, Irene, is          browsing through the confectionery section. Standing next to her is a young boy of six or seven, (BENICIO). He grabs a multi-pack of snickers and puts it in Irene's shopping basket. Irene calmly picks it out, replaces it on the shelf, and takes a single snicker bar for him instead. As Driver watches them, the boy turns around and notices him. Driver heads down another aisle before Irene sees him too, keeping to himself to himself. 35 EXT. CAR PARK/ SUPERMARKET - DAY. 35          Driver heads out of the supermarket with a small bag of           groceries when he spots Irene and Benicio again in the car park. Irene sits in a battered Oldsmobile, trying to start the engine. She tries several times then gets out in frustration, opening the hood and peering at the engine she has no idea how to fix. Benicio peers in too, trying to be helpful. (CONTINUED) 17                         9/24/10                         35 CONTINUED: 35 Driver hesitates, all his instincts telling him to continue to          his car and drive away, but as he feels Irene's increasing frustration he can't help himself, finally heading over to help. Irene looks over and sees him coming, surprised at first, then smiling. We watch from a distance as they talk now. 35a INT. ELEVATOR/ APARTMENT BLOCK/ ECHO PARK - DAY. 35a Driver, Irene and Benicio stand in silence in the elevator, Driver clutching some of Irene's grocery bags. 36 INT. IRENE'S APARTMENT/ ECHO PARK - DAY. 36          Driver carries Irene's grocery bags into the kitchen for her. DRIVER Where do you want me to put them? IRENE Just over there. Thanks...          Driver places the bags on the kitchen counter. IRENE Would you like something to drink? DRIVER I'm okay. IRENE A glass of water? DRIVER Sure...          She pours him a glass of water and hands it to him. IRENE Excuse me a second...          She walks out of the room, leaving Driver alone with Benicio. The little boy stares at him fixedly. 36a INT. BATHROOM/ IRENE'S APARTMENT - DAY. 36a Irene closes the bathroom door behind her, looking at herself in          the mirror, feeling a little uncertain. 37 INT. IRENE'S APARTMENT - DAY. 37          Benicio's still staring at Driver. Feeling a little awkward, Driver takes a long piece of string from his pocket, tugs it          gently, then holds up two pieces of string. (CONTINUED) 18                         9/24/10                         37 CONTINUED: 37 Benicio keeps staring at him, puzzled by the magic trick. Irene walks back into the room, smiling. IRENE You just move to LA? DRIVER No, I been here a while. IRENE And before that? DRIVER Here and there... IRENE (A gentle smile) Too many questions, huh?...          Driver smiles back awkwardly, not sure how else to respond. Irene switches on the TV for Benicio, sitting him down on the couch. Driver has a sip of water, glancing around the room. He notices a few photographs on a side table. Most of them are of Benicio and Irene, but one of them shows the little boy standing next to          a strikingly handsome Latino man. Irene turns around and sees him looking at the picture. IRENE That's Benicio's father. Driver takes in the significance of this, then looks back at          her. DRIVER What's he do? IRENE He's in jail. DRIVER I'm sorry. IRENE (Changing the subject) What do you do? Driver hesitates. DRIVER I drive. (CONTINUED) 19                         9/24/10                         37 CONTINUED: (2) 37 IRENE Like a limo driver? DRIVER No, for the movies... IRENE (INCREDULOUSLY) You mean all those car chases and stuff? He nods, a little embarrassed. IRENE Isn't that dangerous? He seems thrown by her concern. DRIVER It's just part-time. Most days I work in a          garage. IRENE Where? DRIVER Reseda Boulevard. IRENE You should tell Benicio you're a stunt guy. DRIVER He interested in that kind of stuff? IRENE Aren't all little boys? She smiles softly and he realizes she's teasing him. BENICIO O/S Mama, I don't like this...          Irene takes the remote and changes the channel for him. Driver watches her quietly, then drains his glass of water. IRENE Would you like another glass? DRIVER I should get going... He catches the disappointment in her eyes, but she covers it          with another good humored smile. (CONTINUED) 20                         9/24/10                         37 CONTINUED: (3) 37 IRENE Well, thank you for your help. DRIVER Thank you for the drink...          She takes his empty glass and walks him to the door. 38 EXT/INT. STREET/ DRIVER'S APARTMENT/ ECHO PARK - DAY. 38          Passing traffic roars by on the busy street. Irene and Benicio are walking home from the bus stop, chatting happily. They look like they've just come back from the beach, Irene carrying a          basket full of towels, Benicio clutching a dusty soccer ball. Driver watches them from the window of his apartment, blowing gently on a cup of coffee. 39 INT/ EXT. DRIVER'S CAR/ HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD - NIGHT. 39          The reflection of passing neon rolls down the Camaro's           windscreen. Driver's cruising down Hollywood Boulevard, shut off from the world outside, listening to `Purple Rain'. The HOOKERS and HIPSTERS have taken over the streets while up above airbrushed movie stars stare down from their lofty billboards. 40 EXT. PARKING LOT/ MINI MALL - MORNING. 40          It's early morning and Driver's been driving all night, unable to sleep. He heads across the parking lot towards a garishly lit mini-mall. Up ahead a small group of GANGBANGERS are hanging out with intent. They see him coming and look over intimidatingly. Driver's only reaction is to bunch his car keys in his hand, the longest key sliding between his second and third fingers like a          weapon. The gangbangers don't see it but the unflinching look in          his eyes unnerves them and they look away, letting him pass. 41 EXT/ INT. BUFFALO BAR AND GRILL/ LA - MORNING. 41          Jukebox music plays in the bar and grill. Driver sits on his own, working his way through a plate of bacon and eggs. BEARDED REDNECK OFFSCREEN Mind if I cut in?... Driver looks up and sees a burly REDNECK with an unkempt beard and a wrestler's physique. The redneck slides into the seat opposite him. BEARDED REDNECK You're Shannon's buddy, right? We met last year. You drove me and my brother back from Palm Springs... (CONTINUED) 21                         9/24/10                         41 CONTINUED: 41 Driver stares into the redneck's coked-up eyes, then looks back down at his food. BEARDED REDNECK Next run we hired another wheelman - I          spent six months in jail, my brother got himself killed... (He grins through yellowing teeth) He wasn't much, mind you, just family...          Driver doesn't seem to hear him. BEARDED REDNECK Thing is - DRIVER I'm not interested...          Driver looks up quietly, fixing him with his icy gaze. The Redneck's smile slowly fades. He considers his response for a          moment, then decides against it, standing up. BEARDED REDNECK Well, it's good to see you again...          Driver carries on eating as if the man didn't exist. 42 EXT. FORECOURT/ SHANNON'S GARAGE - DAY. 42          The loud stutter of an unhealthy engine. Shannon sits in the second hand race car he bought in Montecito, revving the engine. SHANNON Sounds like a goddamn M-16...          Driver smiles, popping the hood. As Shannon limps out of the vehicle he sees a battered Oldsmobile drive into the forecourt. He takes one look at the owner, then runs his hand through his white hair, breaking into a friendly smile. SHANNON Gorgeous day just got even nicer. How can I          help you, ma'am? WOMAN'S VOICE O/S I've got a problem with my car. SHANNON O/S I can imagine. That thing must be older than I am...          Driver turns around in surprise now, recognizing Irene's voice. (CONTINUED) 22                         9/24/10                         42 CONTINUED: 42 IRENE Hi... DRIVER Hi...          A mischievous smile lights up Shannon's face as he watches them. SHANNON You boys and girls know each other? IRENE We're neighbors. SHANNON I see...          Driver ignores the sly look in the old man's eyes. SHANNON So what seems to be the problem, ma'am? IRENE Either it doesn't start or it stalls. SHANNON Well, why don't we park her over there and take a look...          Driver is still watching Irene quietly. IRENE I can come back later if you're busy... SHANNON He's busy, I'm not...          Shannon gives Driver another sly look as he takes her car keys. 43 EXT. SHANNON'S GARAGE/ SILVERLAKE BOULEVARD - DAY. 43          The Oldsmobile's engine looks like it hasn't been serviced in           years. Shannon is bent over the hood. SHANNON ...Just my opinion, but I think you should consider buying a new car... IRENE (With gentle irony) That would be great... She glances round and sees Benicio standing in the forecourt with Driver, watching him work on his own car now. (CONTINUED) 23                         9/24/10                         43 CONTINUED: 43 Driver's so busy tuning the engine he hardly notices the boy. His lack of interest finally gets a rise out of Benicio. BENICIO That thing doesn't work. DRIVER (Without looking round) You think? Benicio watches him sullenly, more intrigued than he lets on. BENICIO Drive it. DRIVER Okay. Get in the car...          Benicio considers a moment, then turns and calls out to Irene. BENICIO Mama, can I go in the car?! Irene looks over in surprise, not sure what to say. 44 INT/ EXT. DRIVER'S CAR/ SILVERLAKE BOULEVARD - DAY. 44          Driver and Benicio sit in the Chevelle, driving in silence. DRIVER Your mom said you like movies? BENICIO Sometimes. DRIVER Ever see the Terminator? BENICIO No.                         DRIVER Grease? Benicio shakes his head. DRIVER Wanna see where it was shot? 45 INT. SHANNON'S GARAGE/ SILVERLAKE BOULEVARD - DAY. 45          Shannon's got his tool kit out, examining the Olds. Irene looks at the forecourt but there's no sign of Driver and her son. (CONTINUED) 24                         9/24/10                         45 CONTINUED: 45 IRENE How long has he been working for you? SHANNON Don't worry, ma'am, your son'll be fine. IRENE I didn't mean it like that...          Shannon smiles to himself, sensing her interest in Driver. SHANNON We been together about five years now. He          showed up out of the blue one day, no           references or nothin', asking me for a job. I offered him half the wages I normally pay and he didn't even blink. Been exploiting him ever since... (HE GRINS) Only thing he knows is cars...         46 INT/ EXT. DRIVER'S CAR/ LA RIVER - DAY. 46          The car roars along the drainage canals. In the passenger seat Benicio looks tense but exhilarated. The car glides past a          landscape of abandoned shopping carts, garbage bags, and shredded tires, picking up speed all the time. 47 EXT. LA RIVER - DAY. 47          Driver's parked the car now in an area of the drainage canal which looks like an oasis. He leans against the vehicle, soft rock playing on his radio as he watches Benicio climb a tree. 48 INT. DRIVER'S CAR/ SILVERLAKE - NIGHT. 48          Benicio is asleep in the back of Driver's car now. Driver's          giving him and Irene a ride back to their apartment. Irene looks at Driver, waiting for him to say something, but he keeps his eyes fixed on the road. 49 INT. BENICIO'S BEDROOM/ IRENE'S APARTMENT/ ECHO PARK - NIGHT.49 Cradling the sleeping Benicio in his arms Driver lays him down on his bed. Irene takes off her son's clothes and puts on his pyjamas, careful not to wake him. Driver slips out of the room, uncomfortable with the intimate moment between mother and son. 50 INT. LIVING ROOM/ IRENE'S APARTMENT/ ECHO PARK - NIGHT. 50          Irene walks out of the bedroom, smiling at Driver gratefully. IRENE Thank you for today. He had a great time... (CONTINUED) 25                         9/24/10                         50 CONTINUED: 50 DRIVER I'm glad... He stares back at her in the silence, both of them looking a          little uncertain. IRENE I'm sorry if I put you on the spot, you know, just showing up like that... DRIVER Don't worry...          Their eyes stay on each other, the attraction palpable. Driver finally breaks the tension, making a tentative move towards the door. Irene opens it for him, looking up into his eyes. Driver knows he could kiss her, wants to, but something inside holds him back. Instead he just offers his help. DRIVER You need a ride anywhere over the weekend I'm not doing much...         50a INT. DENTISTS/ NORTH HOLLYWOOD - DAY. 50a Benicio sits in a dentist's chair, looking nervous. Irene sits beside him, mimicking his expression, trying to make him relax. 51 EXT. DENTISTS/ NORTH HOLLYWOOD - DAY. 51          Irene emerges with Benicio from the dentists. The little boy is          clutching his mouth, making a show of being in pain. Irene teases him gently as they walk. Driver waits for them in his car, watching them quietly. 52 INT. DRIVER'S CAR/ ECHO PARK - SUNSET. 52          Soft rock plays on the car radio. Irene sits in the passenger seat with a smile. Driver looks at her curiously as he drives, no idea why she's grinning. Benicio suddenly leans forward and changes the radio to a different station -- hard rock blaring out. Driver lets it go for a moment, then changes it back. Benicio responds, until it becomes a game, Irene laughing now. 53 EXT. SHANNON'S GARAGE/ SILVERLAKE BOULEVARD - DAY. 53          The roar of machinery. We see quick shots of Driver's day in the garage -- fixing cars, taking out some fruit he's left to ripen in his tool box for lunch, working on more engines and frames. At the end of the day Driver and Shannon examine the stock car. SHANNON ...I still can't believe I bought this piece of shit... (CONTINUED) 26                         9/24/10                         53 CONTINUED: 53 He grins, looking at Driver. SHANNON I thought maybe we'd take her for a run Thursday or Friday. DRIVER I can't make Friday. SHANNON Yeah? Why's that? DRIVER I told Irene I'd drive her to Burbank. SHANNON Irene, huh? (TEASING HIM) You're seeing quite a lot of the young lady. DRIVER You're taking a long time to fix her car...         54 INT. LIVING ROOM/ IRENE'S APARTMENT/ ECHO PARK - NIGHT. 54          On the TV, a Japanese cartoon is playing, a masked hero confronting the villains, the screen flickering from color to          black and white. Driver and Benicio sit on the couch, watching the cartoon. From their relaxed body language it's clear some time has passed and they know each other a little better. DRIVER What's happening now? BENICIO He's telling him if he doesn't leave the earth alone he'll fight him. Irene calls out from her bedroom. IRENE O/S I'm almost ready...          Driver looks back at the screen. Werewolves appear now, surrounding the hero. DRIVER Looks like he's in trouble. BENICIO He's okay. Just as the fight begins the color on the TV screen flickers. (CONTINUED) 27                         9/24/10                         54 CONTINUED: 54 DRIVER I'm gonna show you another trick... Benicio watches curiously as Driver gets off the couch and kneels beside the TV. DRIVER This is pretty complicated. You watching? Benicio nods. Driver suddenly gives the TV set a hard smack and the interference stops. DRIVER Think you can remember that?...          Benicio grins. Driver smiles back then looks away as he hears the phone ring. Irene walks out of her bedroom, dressed in her waitress's uniform, and answers it. IRENE Hello?...Yes?...Yes, this is she... Driver sees the look of surprise on Irene's face as she listens to the voice on the other end. The doorbell suddenly rings. Irene catches Driver's eye and asks him to open it. He heads over, checks the spy-hole, then opens the door. A YOUNG WOMAN who's sitting for Benicio walks in, looking at Driver curiously. YOUNG WOMAN (IRENE'S FRIEND) Hi... DRIVER Hello... BENICIO Hi Cindy... Irene's friend heads past Driver and scolds Benicio affectionately. IRENE'S FRIEND It's 8:30. Teeth. Pyjamas. TV off. BENICIO It's not the TV. It's a DVD...          Driver looks back at Irene now. She puts down the phone, forcing a smile but still looking distracted. 55 INT/ EXT. DRIVER'S CAR/ ECHO PARK - NIGHT. 55          Irene sits next to Driver in the passenger seat, staring out of           the window at the glittering fountain in Echo Park. (CONTINUED) 28                         9/24/10                         55 CONTINUED: 55 IRENE I've never come this way before... DRIVER It's a short cut... IRENE The park looks pretty at night... She looks at Driver, watching him quietly, then looks away again. DRIVER You okay?... Irene takes a long time to answer, still staring out of the window. IRENE That was my husband's lawyer on the phone. He's getting an early release...          She tries to sound casual. Driver takes the news quietly, even though it hits him like a sledgehammer. DRIVER That's great... IRENE I'm happy for Benicio... Driver knows she's trying to explain herself but doesn't say anything, driving in silence. Up ahead the traffic lights turn red and the car slows to a          stop. Inside, the silence is unbearable. Irene pauses, then looks at          Driver. He's even more handsome in the shadowy half-light, something achingly lonely and melancholy about his stillness. She hesitates, then moves her hand towards his, brushing the back of his hand, then slipping her fingers between his. The gesture is tiny but charged with emotion. They both stare out in silence, fingers clasped, then Irene gently withdraws her hand, as if nothing's happened. Outside the lights change to green. 56 INT. IRENE'S APARTMENT/ ECHO PARK - SUNSET. 56          The sound of laughter. A sign over the door says, Welcome home Dad. Inside the apartment there's a small party going on. (CONTINUED) 29                         9/24/10                         56 CONTINUED: 56 Irene's husband, STANDARD, has been released from jail and his FRIENDS and FAMILY are here to celebrate. Holding Benicio in his arms he makes a thank you speech to his guests. STANDARD ...I'm touched and grateful that you're all here today -- even though I know it's          probably for the food not me... His self-deprecating humor gets a chorus of laughter and agreement from the guests. Irene is standing next to her friend Cindy, looking a little uncomfortable. STANDARD ...Anyhow, now that I've completed my MBA in catering from Chino Business School... (MORE LAUGHTER) Irene, Benicio and I are finally going to          get our lives back together...           He raises his glass to her. STANDARD I'd like to thank my wife for being the smartest, most beautiful, most patient and loyal woman I know...          More applause. Irene stares back at Standard's handsome face, feeling even more uncomfortable. 57 INT. DRIVER'S BEDROOM/ APARTMENT/ ECHO PARK - SUNSET. 57          Driver lies on his bed, gazing up at the ceiling, listening to           the sound of the party echoing down the corridor. 58 INT. IRENE'S APARTMENT/ ECHO PARK - NIGHT. 58          It's nighttime and the party's getting louder. Standard's on the phone to someone, trying to hear them over the music. STANDARD I'm sorry, I can't hear you...          He heads into the bedroom to take the call. The voice on the other end is accented and unfriendly. MAN'S VOICE ON THE PHONE Can you hear me now, you cunt? Standard pauses, looking concerned. STANDARD Sure. (CONTINUED) 30                         9/24/10                         58 CONTINUED: 58 MAN'S VOICE ON THE PHONE You're gonna come see me tomorrow, you understand?...          Across the crowded room, Irene is looking for Standard. She sees him in the bedroom, switching off his phone, and heads over. IRENE Benicio wants you to put him to bed. STANDARD Okay. He gives her a warm smile. IRENE Who was that on the phone? STANDARD My parole officer. He thinks he may have found me a job. 59 INT. DRIVER'S BEDROOM/ APARTMENT/ ECHO PARK - NIGHT. 59          The noise of the party is finally too much for Driver. He gets off the bed and slips on his jacket. 60 INT. APARTMENT/ CORRIDOR/ ECHO PARK - NIGHT. 60          Irene is finding the party overwhelming too. She heads out into the corridor to have a cigarette when she sees Driver across the hallway, locking the door to his own apartment. She hesitates, then calls out. IRENE Hey...          He turns around and sees her standing there with a smile. IRENE I'm sorry about the noise. I was going to          leave a note under your door warning you we           were having a party. DRIVER Don't worry. I won't complain. IRENE I wish you would. Maybe the cops'd show up          and send everybody home. Their eyes stay on each other, the music pounding in the background. (CONTINUED) 31                         9/24/10                         60 CONTINUED: 60 IRENE The car works great by the way. Hasn't          stalled once. DRIVER I'm glad. Another awkward silence, so much she wants to say but can't.                         IRENE Listen, if you're hungry we got plenty of                         FOOD - Suddenly she turns around as she hears her apartment door open. Standard stands there with Benicio, holding a bag of trash. He          pauses, then smiles. STANDARD I thought if we emptied the trash everyone would get the message and go home... He grins at his wife, then looks over at Driver, his smile hiding whatever he feels inside. STANDARD You're the new neighbor, right? Benicio's          told me all about you...           Driver seems unsure how to respond. DRIVER He's a great kid. STANDARD I can't take any of the credit. He's got a          great mother. Standard rests his hand gently on Benicio's head, still staring at Driver. STANDARD He tells me you drive for the movies? DRIVER Yeah. STANDARD Must be pretty good? DRIVER I get by. STANDARD Not like a nine to five gig, huh?... (CONTINUED) 32                         9/24/10                         60 CONTINUED: (2) 60 He's still smiling but there's a slight edge to his voice. Irene looks uncomfortable. IRENE You want me to take that? STANDARD No, we got it. His eyes are still fixed on Driver. STANDARD You want to come in, join us for a drink? DRIVER I've got some things to do. STANDARD At this hour of night? IRENE Standard, he's busy...          Standard doesn't respond, still holding Driver's gaze. STANDARD Well, if we're still going by the time you're back you know where we are. It's          good to meet you... He slips his arm around his son now and continues down the corridor, brushing past Driver on his way to empty the trash. Driver looks at Irene, then heads off in the same direction as          Standard and Benicio to take the elevator. The two men stand there in charged silence, one emptying the trash, the other waiting for the elevator, only Benicio oblivious to the tension. 61 EXT/ INT. DRIVER'S CAR/ LA - NIGHT. 61          Brooding movie stars look down from the billboards. Driver is in          his car now, soft rock playing on the radio. 62 INT. IRENE'S APARTMENT/ ECHO PARK - DAY. 62          Standard is helping his son get ready for school, interacting with him affectionately. Irene watches them from the doorway, looking thoughtful. 63 EXT/ INT. DRIVER'S CAR/ LA - DAY. 63          Anonymous streets roll by, Driver's eyes fixed on the road. 33                         9/24/10          64 INT. CHUCK E. CHEESE RESTAURANT/ LA - NIGHT. 64          Standard, Irene and Benicio are having dinner at a Chuck E.           Cheese restaurant. We still sense the distance between Standard and Irene, but Benicio seems completely unaware of it, talking excitedly as he eats his pizza. Standard reaches out and takes Irene's hand gently as he listens to his son. 65 OMITTED 65 66 INT. SHANNON'S GARAGE/ SILVER LAKE BOULEVARD - DAY. 66          A noise of hammering and drills. The corporate signage has been scraped off the race car and the seats ripped out. Bernie Rose has bought his partner Nino to the garage to take a look at his investment. NINO ...We paid three hundred fucking grand for this? BERNIE ROSE I paid for it. Out of my own pocket. Anyway, that's just the shell. You start with the shell, then you build the frame, then the motor. (Pointing to an engine nearby) I paid three hundred for that. The money goes on the inside not the outside. NINO Fuck that. If I'm gonna blow three hundred I wanna make sure everyone can see it. Go          waste your money on something else... Shannon smiles nervously, worried Nino's going to sabotage his deal with Bernie. NINO (Pointing to a Thunderbird) ...How about that fucking pussy mobile over there. BERNIE ROSE You buy it. Shannon sell him the car... At the far end of the garage Driver hears them laughing, too busy working on his car to pay any attention. Shannon opens the door of the Thunderbird and invites Nino to take a seat. SHANNON Try her out. She's more comfortable than a          water bed. (CONTINUED) 34                         9/24/10                         66 CONTINUED: 66 NINO I already got a fucking water bed. He sits heavily in the car and starts prodding and pressing all the control buttons as if he wants to break them. NINO What does this fucking thing do? SHANNON Windshield wipers. NINO How about this little clit? I don't know whether to fuck it or drive it. Fuck it, I'll drive it... Bernie Rose shakes his head at his partner's foul language then looks away, observing Driver quietly. Driver applies a blow torch to his car, so absorbed in his work he doesn't hear Bernie Rose approach. BERNIE ROSE O/S How you doing?... Driver hears him and turns off the blow torch, standing up          respectfully. Bernie Rose gives him a friendly smile. BERNIE ROSE So, when's our first race? DRIVER Soon. BERNIE ROSE You gonna be ready? There's something gently challenging in his gaze. DRIVER I hope so... BERNIE ROSE Cautious man. Like myself. Don't wanna make promises you can't keep...          Driver smiles but doesn't respond. Bernie Rose finds him as hard to talk to as everyone else. Across the garage, Nino sits in the T-Bird with Shannon, still fucking with him. Bernie watches them. BERNIE ROSE He ever tell you how we met? (CONTINUED) 35                         9/24/10                         66 CONTINUED: (2) 66 Driver shakes his head. BERNIE ROSE I did some producing back in the 80's.          Interesting pictures. Kind of European. Shannon arranged the cars for us and did all the stunts. I knew he was overcharging me but I loved having him around. His next business venture he tried the same thing with some of Nino's friends they broke his spine. He never had much luck... He's about to continue when they're interrupted by a familiar voice. STANDARD O/S Hey!... Driver turns around and sees Irene's husband, Standard, heading towards him with a confident smile. STANDARD You got a minute? I want to - BERNIE ROSE We're talking... Bernie Rose barely raises his voice but it's full of quiet menace and authority. Standard pauses, stung, but instinctively senses this is someone you don't mess with. STANDARD I'll wait outside... Bernie Rose watches him leave with a look of contempt, then turns back to Driver with a smile, resuming their conversation. BERNIE ROSE The reason I'm telling you this is because he's got a lot invested in you. So do I...          Their eyes stay on each other with just a hint of tension. BERNIE ROSE Anything you need just let me know...          Driver nods. Bernie Rose studies him a moment, then finally walks away. 67 EXT. SHANNON'S GARAGE/ SILVER LAKE BOULEVARD - DAY. 67          Driver joins Standard in the forecourt of the garage, the midday sun blazing down on them. (CONTINUED) 36                         9/24/10                         67 CONTINUED: 67 STANDARD Irene told me you'd fixed our car. How much do I owe you? DRIVER Don't worry about it. STANDARD I do worry. I like to pay my debts. Driver senses the quiet pride in his voice, and lets it go. DRIVER Call it fifty. Standard counts out some bills from his tattered wallet, his eyes lowered. STANDARD I was thinking of trading her in for a new car. Something fast and cheap. DRIVER You can't have both. STANDARD Alright then, fast. Even though he smiles Driver senses just a hint of tension on          his handsome face. DRIVER (Pointing to a car) Something like that Buick over there'll          cost you nine grand but there isn't much point in a city where you can't drive faster than sixty five. Standard considers the car a moment, something clearly bothering him, then looks back at Driver. STANDARD You must think I'm an asshole? Driver isn't sure what he's getting at. DRIVER I wouldn't know. STANDARD Well, I am. Six months inside for holding somebody else's stolen shit...          He smiles ironically, his gaze still fixed on Driver. (CONTINUED) 37                         9/24/10                         67 CONTINUED: (2) 67 STANDARD I appreciate what you did for my family when I was away but I don't plan to fuck up          a second time...           It's a thinly veiled message that he's back and here to stay. Driver stares back at him when Shannon emerges from the garage with Bernie Rose and Nino, calling out. SHANNON Hey, kid! Come say goodbye, the money people are leaving!... Driver and Standard stare at each other a moment longer then Driver breaks off. DRIVER Excuse me. STANDARD See you around...          Driver walks off, leaving Standard alone with his thoughts. Shannon watches Standard curiously as Driver approaches. SHANNON Who was that? DRIVER Irene's husband. SHANNON (GRINNING) What did I tell you about married women? Nino can't resist another dig at Shannon. NINO What the fuck do you know about married women? BERNIE ROSE Can you for once say something without the word fuck in it? As they continue their banter, Driver glances at Standard. He's          walking back to his car, dialling someone on his cell phone. 68 INT/EXT. DRIVER'S CAR/ MEXICAN RESTAURANT/ DOWNTOWN - NIGHT. 68          Passing traffic blurs past. Through the windows of a Mexican restaurant we see Irene at work, serving tables in her waitress's uniform. (CONTINUED) 38                         9/24/10                         68 CONTINUED: 68 Driver's parked across the street, watching her from his car. He          hesitates, conflicted, then finally gets out of the car. 69 INT. MEXICAN RESTAURANT/ BROADWAY/ DOWNTOWN L.A. - NIGHT. 69          Irene walks out of the kitchen with a tray of food, then stops as she sees Driver sitting at a booth. She looks surprised to          see him, but pleased, serving her table first then heading over. IRENE Hi... DRIVER Hi...          Their eyes stay on each other, oblivious to the noise. IRENE We haven't seen you around in a while. You must have been pretty busy?... DRIVER You look pretty busy yourself...          She smiles, glancing at the tables she's supposed to serve. IRENE What can I get you? DRIVER I already ate. I just wanted to see how you were? His concern touches her and makes her uncomfortable at the same time. IRENE We're okay. Standard thinks he may have found a job so I can give up my night shift...          Driver stares back at her with his intense gaze. IRENE Benicio misses you... From the way she says it she could almost be talking about herself. IRENE He keeps asking me to invite you for dinner... (CONTINUED) 39                         9/24/10                         69 CONTINUED: 69 DRIVER I'd like that...          His gentle gaze is finally too much for her. She grins, excusing herself. IRENE I better serve some food... It's only when she has her back turned that we see how hard this is for her. Driver watches her walk away, lost in thought. 70 INT. KITCHEN/ MEXICAN RESTAURANT - NIGHT. 70          Irene piles some plates of tacos on her tray, bracing herself to           go back out and face Driver -- but when she finally walks out again he's no longer there. 71 INT/ EXT. DRIVER'S CAR/ APARTMENT BLOCK/ ECHO PARK - NIGHT. 71          Driver leans out of his car window and inserts a key to open the gates of the underground car park. 72 INT/ EXT. DRIVER'S CAR/ UNDERGROUND CAR PARK - NIGHT. 72          As Driver descends into the darkness of the car park, he sees a           group of SHADOWY FIGURES walking in the opposite direction, heading up the ramp, one of them being pushed in a wheelchair. Their leader, a large, balding man, (COOK), glances in Driver's          direction then looks away. Driver cruises past the mysterious group and winds his way further down the car park. Suddenly he notices something else in          the shadows. A figure lies sprawled against one of the pillars. A smaller figure kneels a few feet away. Driver stops his car now, climbing out to see what's happened. The prone figure groans in pain. As Driver approaches he          realizes it's Standard. His face is covered in blood and he          clutches his ribs. The smaller figure is Benicio. He stares at          his father helplessly, then looks up at Driver in tears. Driver kneels beside Standard, checking nothing's broken. DRIVER Can you move? STANDARD Where's Benicio? DRIVER He's right here...          Driver glances at Benicio. He looks terrified. Standard raises his head painfully and looks at his son. (CONTINUED) 40                         9/24/10                         72 CONTINUED: 72 STANDARD It's okay, Benicio. I'm okay...          Driver watches the boy struggling to hold back his tears. STANDARD (GENTLY) Don't say anything to your mother, you understand? This is between you and me. Benicio nods, too choked-up to speak. Standard turns to Driver. STANDARD Can I use your bathroom to clean up? I          don't want Irene to come home and see me           like this...          73 INT. BATHROOM/ DRIVER'S APARTMENT/ ECHO PARK - NIGHT. 73          Standard is bent over the sink, splashing water on his face. As          he turns off the tap he notices how neatly Driver's laid out his toothbrush, shaving cream, and razor. He finally turns around and looks at Driver. STANDARD Thanks. Sorry about getting all this blood everywhere...          He's still shaken but tries to pass it off with a smile. STANDARD Fucking punks took me by surprise...          Driver watches him, unconvinced. DRIVER Fucking punks didn't look like they needed to...          Standard looks at him in surprise now. STANDARD You saw them, huh?...          Driver doesn't answer, waiting for him to continue. Standard hesitates, still not sure whether to trust him. STANDARD You ever been inside? DRIVER Why? (CONTINUED) 41                         9/24/10                         73 CONTINUED: 73 Standard takes another glance at the items laid out neatly by          the sink. STANDARD I owed some protection money in the joint. Driver begins to see how worried he is. DRIVER How much? STANDARD They want twenty thousand. I told them I          couldn't pay so they want me to do a job for them... DRIVER Is that why you need a car? Standard stares back at him. STANDARD What did you say you were inside for? DRIVER I didn't.          A beat, then he finally opens up. STANDARD It's a pawn shop in the valley. I tried to          back out tonight, they said they'd come after Irene and Benicio next time... Driver stares at him in surprise now, more concerned than he          shows. DRIVER Why don't you take them away? STANDARD Where would I go? Irene finds out I fucked up again I'll lose everything...          He sounds upset, angry with himself. STANDARD This lousy job's my only way out... Driver stares at his battered face and the blood stains on his t-          shirt, then walks out of the bathroom to check on Benicio. 42                         9/24/10          74 INT. LIVING ROOM/ DRIVER'S APARTMENT/ ECHO PARK - NIGHT. 74          Benicio is watching a baseball game on TV, his back to Driver. DRIVER You okay? The little boy nods without turning round, still frightened by          his ordeal. DRIVER You want something to drink? Benicio shakes his head, trying to hide his tears. Driver heads over, then stops as he notices something in Benicio's hand. The little boy is clutching it as if he's afraid to let go. DRIVER What have you got there?...          Benicio holds out his hand to reveal a small bullet. Driver stares at it, then looks at him. DRIVER Who gave you that?... BENICIO One of those men. He told me not to lose it... Driver gazes at the little boy's frightened face in concern now, his eyes faraway, thinking to himself. 75 OMITTED 75 76 EXT. OUTDOOR TACO SHACK/ EAST LA - DAY. 76          An outdoor food shack in a park. COOK, the leader of the group of men who beat Standard up in the parking lot, sits at a table with his girlfriend, BLANCHE, a stunning blonde with short cropped hair. COOK I've got you to do this fucking job for me, why do I need to pay someone else? Standard sits next to Driver, holding his ground even though he's clearly intimidated by the Albanian. STANDARD I'll pay him out of what's left of my          share. I can't do something like this on my          own. (CONTINUED) 43                         9/24/10                         76 CONTINUED: 76 COOK You got Blanche...          He grins, looking at Driver now. Blanche doesn't even seem to          hear them, hung-over from the previous night. COOK You look like you're hard to work with? DRIVER Not if we understand each other. COOK What's to understand? It's my score. Either you sign on or you don't.          Driver stares at him quietly, finding it hard to conceal his contempt. DRIVER I drive. That's all I do. Blanche gets up from the table before Cook can respond. COOK Where are you going? BLANCHE They've forgotten my Coke. COOK They'll bring it. Sit down. (His eyes still fixed on Driver) Standard, why don't you hire a fucking taxi cab? STANDARD He didn't mean it like that, man...          Standard looks worried, trying to diffuse the tension. COOK So, what does he mean? Driver looks him calmly in the eye. DRIVER You tell me where we start, where we're          headed, where we'll be going afterwards. I          don't take part, I don't carry weapons, I           drive...           Standard seems surprised by Driver's professional patter. So          does Cook. Even Blanche looks interested for once. (CONTINUED) 44                         9/24/10                         76 CONTINUED: (2) 76 COOK Standard, get Blanche her coca cola. Standard hesitates, but has no choice. As he leaves to fetch Blanche her drink, Cook starts to write something down on the palm of his hand. COOK Okay, here's the deal. This much for Blanche, this much for that asshole minus what he owes me, and this much for you... He holds up the palm of his hand to Driver, the words Fuck Off written in marker pen. COOK You still interested? Driver looks at him, all his instincts telling him to walk away, but he stays where he is, thinking of Irene and Benicio. COOK Good. Anything else?...          Driver stares back at him with his clear blue eyes. DRIVER We do this job he's paid his debt. You leave him and his family alone...          Cook looks surprised at first, then laughs at his nerve. COOK Whatever you say, boss...         77 EXT. PARKING LOT/ EAST LA - DAY. 77          The midday sun beats down on a maze of cars. Driver strolls past rows of glittering vehicles until he spots an old model Mustang. 78 INT. LIVING ROOM/ IRENE'S APARTMENT/ ECHO PARK - NIGHT. 78          Driver sits at the dinner table with Standard, Irene and Benicio now. Standard's in high spirits, beaming at his wife. STANDARD ...I was such a jerk the first time we met. We're at this party and I see the most beautiful girl I ever laid eyes on and I          walk over and say, `Hello Miss, my name's           Standard Guzman'. She takes one look at me          and asks, `Where's the deluxe version?'... (HE LAUGHS) It took me like a minute to get it... (CONTINUED) 45                         9/24/10                         78 CONTINUED: 78 Irene smiles awkwardly, glancing at Driver. Benicio grins, eager to please his dad. STANDARD You don't get it either do you, Benicio? Hope you didn't inherit your Papa's brains. He ruffles his son's hair then pours himself another shot of          tequila. Irene notices he's drinking, turning to Driver. IRENE Would you like some more chicken? DRIVER Thanks...          Their eyes stay on each as she serves him. Standard sees the look between them but his only reaction is to drain his glass and tuck into his food. STANDARD Now this is what I call a deluxe chicken. Irene and I are gonna open a restaurant together once I raise the money. That's why she's working in that Mexican joint. Figure out how it's done. She's got more ambition than anyone I know, more smarts too... (He raises his glass) We're gonna drive all those fucking Mexicans out of business - IRENE STANDARD - STANDARD Excuse my language, Benicio... IRENE (Changing the subject) How's the movie going?... DRIVER Fine...          Irene looks at Standard as he pours himself another drink. IRENE Don't you think that's enough? STANDARD Come on, we're celebrating. I've got my          family around me and our new friend... (CONTINUED) 46                         9/24/10                         78 CONTINUED: (2) 78 He raises his glass to Driver now. Driver senses how nervous he          is about the job ahead, and how uncomfortable he is depending on           someone his wife clearly admires. IRENE Are you working on anything else? STANDARD Stop asking the poor guy all these QUESTIONS - IRENE (LOSING PATIENCE) Then why don't you go ahead and talk for all of us. STANDARD All right, I will. This time next week I'm          gonna take you and Benicio away with me...           Irene stops and looks at him in surprise. STANDARD Where you wanna go, Benicio?...          His quiet confidence concerns her even more. BENICIO Disneyland. STANDARD Forget Disneyland. I'm gonna take you and your mother away from this bullshit city - IRENE Benicio, it's time for bed - STANDARD Your papa's got it all figured out - IRENE Benicio, you heard me - STANDARD It's okay. I'll take him... Standard gets up from the table, lifting Benicio up in his arms and carrying him back to his bedroom. Driver watches them. Even in this kind of mood Standard's clearly devoted to his son. Irene waits until they're gone, then turns back to Driver. IRENE I'm sorry. (CONTINUED) 47                         9/24/10                         78 CONTINUED: (3) 78 DRIVER Don't worry... She hesitates, torn, then looks up at him again, needing to          confide in someone. IRENE Every time he makes that speech about taking me and Benicio away from here he's          in some kind of trouble... Driver sees the deep concern in her eyes and feels even more torn. Irene gets up, clearing away some plates. 79 INT. UNDERGROUND PARKING LOT/ APARTMENT/ ECHO PARK - NIGHT. 79          Driver strides through the parking lot and climbs in his car. 80 INT. CAR/ UNDERGROUND PARKING LOT/ ECHO PARK - NIGHT. 80          Driver sits in the car as if it's his retreat from the world. He          stares out, then turns on a stop watch, listening to it tick, finding his balance again in the familiarity of the ritual. 81 EXT. PAWN SHOP/ TARAZANA/ LA - DAY. 81          The pawn shop is nothing much to look at from the outside, another anonymous LA store front. Driver's parked the car a          hundred yards from the entrance, his police scanner crackling. Standard sits beside him in the passenger seat, looking tense. DRIVER You don't have to do this. STANDARD (Forcing a smile) What are you talking about? He tries to make light of it but doesn't sound convincing. Out of his window he sees Blanche cross the street and enter the pawn shop and looks even more nervous now. STANDARD Irene and Benicio think the world of you, you know that, right?...          Driver glances at him, sensing his anxiety. STANDARD Say something happens to me, you think you could find a way to take care of them?...          Standard's still staring ahead, but Driver can sense his fear. (CONTINUED) 48                         9/24/10                         81 CONTINUED: 81 DRIVER It's not too late...          Standard considers a moment, then shakes his head. STANDARD I gotta do this for them... He forces a smile, slips on his sunglasses, then finally opens the door. DRIVER You got five minutes... STANDARD (GRINNING) I'll see you in four... Driver watches him cross the street with a strong sense of          foreboding. Standard enters the pawn shop. Driver starts his stopwatch now, listening to the seconds tick away. He casts his eyes around the street, observing the smallest details -- the number plates of other vehicles; the windows of          overlooking buildings. The white hot sun blazes down, reflecting on the pawn shop windows, hiding everything inside. The police scanner crackles but picks up no activity. Driver listens to his stop watch, in his own world. He starts the engine and sets off, cruising slowly past the pawn shop, heading for the corner where he told Standard he'd be waiting. He pulls over by the curb when suddenly he notices something. Parked a hundred yards down the road he sees another vehicle glinting in the sunlight. To the ordinary eye it's no different from the other cars parked nearby, but to Driver it stands out. For one, it's a Chrysler. Secondly, it has reinforced bumpers and racing tires. Driver's stopwatch shows four minutes now. He looks away from the Chrysler, gazing at the doors of the pawn shop, expecting Standard and Blanche to burst out at any moment. But there's no sign of them. The seconds tick away. Five minutes. Driver hesitates, all his instincts telling him to drive off, but he stays where he is, thinking of Irene. Suddenly he sees Standard and Blanche emerge from the pawn shop, Standard clutching a big black gym bag in his hand. (CONTINUED) 49                         9/24/10                         81 CONTINUED: (2) 81 He smiles at Driver as he approaches when suddenly he hears the crack of gunshots behind him. Driver sees the look of panic on          his face as he spins around. A GUY IN A SUIT strides out of the pawn shop. Crouching low in          an expert firing position he squeezes off several shots. The force of the bullets sends Standard flying. Driver sees him hit the sidewalk, arterial blood pumping from his neck. Blanche screams, grabbing the gym bag and leaping into the back seat of the car. Driver hesitates, takes one last look at Standard's lifeless body, then hits the gas as more gunshots crack behind him. As Driver's car roars down the street, the Chrysler suddenly comes to life, pulling out of its parking place. 82 INT/ EXT. CAR/ STREET/ TARZANA/ LA - DAY. 82          Driver glances in his rear-view mirror and sees the Chrysler on           his tail. It doesn't seem to be trying to close the gap, just following at a discreet distance. In the back seat, Blanche zips open the gym bag, then stares in shock. BLANCHE ...Christ, there wasn't supposed to be this much money!... There are literally stacks of hundred dollar bills crammed inside the gym bag. Driver catches her reaction in the mirror, but his attention is focussed on the Chrysler. Up ahead, at an          intersection, the lights turn red. Driver thinks about running them, but decides against it, braking sharply. The Chrysler draws up beside him, its windows glinting in the sunlight. BLANCHE Move for Chrissakes!... Driver ignores her, still watching the Chrysler out of the corner of his eye. The lights change to green but Driver doesn't          move. Nor does the Chrysler. Behind them, other cars start honking their horns. Suddenly Driver roars off, swerving left at          speed. The Chrysler reacts, screeching off in pursuit. Driver floors the gas. On speed and power his vehicle may be no          match for the Chrysler, but in traffic the odds are even. He          weaves his way past the slower cars, putting obstacles between himself and the Chrysler. The pursuing car matches him move for move, staying on his tail. In the back seat, Blanche looks terrified, buckling herself in. (CONTINUED) 49A 9/24/10                        82 CONTINUED: 82 Driver swerves left then suddenly makes a hard right onto a          deserted canyon road. The mustang somehow manages to make the same turn. It gets close enough to "pit" Driver, its nose pressing against the rear corner of Driver's vehicle. Driver's almost run off the road, but manages to save it and regains control of his car. The Mustang pulls out wide to build momentum and smash into him. As it moves in to deliver the knockout blow, Driver pulls the Emergency Brake and spins 180 degrees, causing the Mustang to miss and lose control for a brief moment. Now the two cars are nose to nose, barrelling down the road, Driver heading in reverse as fast as he can, the Mustang closing fast. It rams Driver's front bumper. BAM! The two cars separated for an instant. The Mustang guns it, ready to smash into Driver again... Driver clocks an upcoming three way intersection dotted with construction equipment. In a last ditch attempt to evade his pursuer he throws a reverse 180, then incredibly keeps going, spinning 270 degrees. The Mustang tries to make the same turn, but this time the maneuver is beyond his ability. Driver's suckered him into a          corner he can't control. The Mustang crashes into the construction equipment in a          sickening crunch of metal on metal. Driver guns the motor and speeds away. 50                         9/24/10          83 EXT. MOTEL/ LA - DAY. 83          Purple neon spills onto the forecourt of a seedy motel. 84 INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY. 84          The black gym bag lies open on a double bed, full to the brim with stacks of cash. Blanche sits on the bed, looking pale. DRIVER How much did Cook tell you you could expect to net? BLANCHE Forty Grand...          She glances at the bag, staring at how much more money there is. Driver switches on the cheap TV set with the remote, flicking through the news channels. There's no mention of the robbery yet. He zips up the bag and heads out. DRIVER Stay here. Don't answer the door...          Blanche nods, too shaken to protest. 85 EXT. MOTEL/ LA - DAY. 85          Driver hesitates, then dials a number on his cell-phone. Benicio answers. BENICIO'S VOICE ON THE PHONE Hello?...          Driver hears the tremor in his voice. DRIVER Benicio?... BENICIO'S VOICE ON THE PHONE Yeah?... DRIVER Is your mom there?... (CONTINUED) 51                         9/24/10                         85 CONTINUED: 85 There's an uncomfortable silence. Driver can feel the little boy trying to hold it together. BENICIO'S VOICE ON THE PHONE She's talking to the police...         85a INT. IRENE'S APARTMENT/ ECHO PARK - DAY. 85a In the living room we can see Irene sitting on the couch with a          male and female POLICE OFFICER, looking dazed, taking in the news of Standard's death. INTERCUT Driver pauses, still on the phone to Benicio. DRIVER Tell her I'll call later...         86 INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY. 86          A soap opera plays on the TV. Driver walks back into the motel room. Blanche lies on the bed, looking more relaxed. Driver picks up the remote and flicks through the channels until he          finally finds a breaking news story on the robbery. There is a          police mug-shot of Standard on screen. TV REPORT ...The armed robber was pronounced dead at          the scene. He was identified as Standard Guzman of Echo Park, Los Angeles...          Driver listens to the report in silence. Blanche seems upset again, confronted with the reality of what's happened. TV REPORT ...Other details are unclear but the owner of the pawn shop told reporters that the robber had no accomplices and that the items he'd taken had been recovered. In          other news... Driver switches off the TV, staring at the blank screen in          surprise. He turns to Blanche. DRIVER The guy saw you grab the money and jump in          the car -- why didn't he say anything? BLANCHE I've no idea. DRIVER Any idea there'd be another car waiting? (CONTINUED) 52                         9/24/10                         86 CONTINUED: 86 This time she takes a fraction too long to answer. BLANCHE I already told you everything - Driver suddenly slaps her -- hard. DRIVER You just got a little kid's father killed. You think I won't hurt you? He raises his hand to slap her again and this time she talks, tears welling in her eyes. BLANCHE ...Cook told me another car would hold us          up...but he never said anything about this much money or anyone getting killed... Driver stares at her quietly, beginning to put the pieces together in his head. DRIVER You were gonna rip us off and split the take? She nods guiltily. DRIVER How long have you known him? BLANCHE Just a couple months. We were fooling around. I've never been mixed up in          anything like this - DRIVER You know his real name? BLANCHE He told me it was Chris, but I just called him Cook. DRIVER You're going to take me to him right now, you understand? She nods, terrified, tears running down her face. BLANCHE ....Can I go wash up?...          Driver nods distractedly, his mind racing. Blanche heads over to          the bathroom. (CONTINUED) 53                         9/24/10                         86 CONTINUED: (2) 86 As she disappears inside Driver notices something on the bed where she's just been lying. It's her cell phone. Still flipped open as if she's called someone recently. Driver reaches for the cell phone when he notices the silhouette of a MAN crossing the curtains. Someone's outside. The door handle of the motel room starts to turn, slowly -- then suddenly there's the roar of a shotgun from the bathroom. Driver reacts in an instant, rushing towards the bathroom door. He has to barge it open, something obstructing his way. 87 INT. BATHROOM/ MOTEL ROOM - DAY. 87          Driver almost trips over Blanche's sprawled body as he bursts through. One quick glance and he knows she's dead - half her head blown off. Another quick glance and he sees her killer, a          big burly HITMAN, trying to climb through the same bathroom window where he just shot her. Driver moves like lightning, grabbing the man's arms before he          can get off another shot and pulling him through the window. The hitman lands heavily in a sea of broken glass, cutting his forehead open, blinded momentarily by the blood in his eyes. Driver takes his opportunity and slams the man's face back into the glass strewn floor, stunning him for a few more seconds as          they struggle. Crawling away, he grabs the towel rack and pulls the metal bar off the wall. Using it as a spear he impales the hitman and grabs his shotgun. 88 INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY. 88          In the bedroom, the 2nd HITMAN finally kicks the door open. Driver bursts through the bathroom door at the same time -- firing the 1st shooter's shotgun. The force of the blast picks up the 2nd hitman and flings him against the wall like a rag doll. The startling explosion of violence is over just as suddenly as          it began. Driver slumps to the floor in exhaustion, his hand and his arm ripped open by the broken glass. There's blood splatter all over the wall. Neon lights from outside flashing on the dead man's face. But no panicked footsteps or sirens yet. Driver crawls over to the dead hitman and rifles through his pockets. All he finds are a set of car keys. 89 INT. OFFICE/ SHANNON'S GARAGE - DAY. 89          Shannon stands in his office, listening silently on the phone, looking like he's been punched in the gut. (CONTINUED) 54                         9/24/10                         89 CONTINUED: 89 SHANNON Why didn't you tell me?...          All he hears is silence on the other end. SHANNON Well, I guess it's done now...          He leans back against a car. SHANNON How big's the take?... DRIVER'S VOICE ON THE PHONE One million I guess... SHANNON Jesus...          He looks dazed by the thought of so much money. SHANNON You better bring it over. DRIVER'S VOICE ON THE PHONE I'm hurt. I need a doctor to patch me up... SHANNON I'll take care of it... 90 OMITTED 90 91 INT. OFFICE/ SHANNON'S GARAGE - NIGHT. 91          An underworld doctor, "DOC", a shabbily dressed old man who looks well past his prime takes out a small bottle of scotch along with his surgical tools, preparing for Driver's arrival. Shannon watches him uncertainly then heads downstairs as he          hears a noise in the garage. 92 INT. SHANNON'S GARAGE - NIGHT. 92          Shannon arrives downstairs to see Driver walking unsteadily towards him in the gloom. Shannon can't help glancing at his hands, expecting him to be carrying the bag with the money, but there's no sign of it. 93 INT. OFFICE/ SHANNON'S GARAGE/ SILVER LAKE BOULEVARD - NIGHT.93 Scissoring Driver's blood soaked shirt away Doc examines the shards of glass embedded in his arm, then notices the deep scars running down his back. (CONTINUED) 55                         9/24/10                         93 CONTINUED: 93 DOC ...Looks like you got more metal inside you than a ten ton truck... (His hand shakes) You'd be better off with a mechanic not a          medic...           Driver looks up at him warily from Shannon's pull out bed. DOC Relax. Just having my fun with you... Doc picks up his bottle of scotch from among his bowls of          Peroxide and Betadine, takes a drink, then offers it to Driver. DOC Take a hit off that. Chances are you'll          need it...           Driver shakes his head, closing his eyes. Shannon watches him quietly, concerned for him but also curious about the money. SHANNON What did you do with the cash? DRIVER It's safe. Shannon hesitates, but can't help himself. SHANNON You want me to look after it for you? Driver doesn't answer, gritting his teeth as Doc pulls out the largest shard of glass. SHANNON Just think what we could do with all that DOUGH - DRIVER Two guys just tried to kill me for it. I          want to find out who it belongs to first...           Shannon nods, coming back down to earth. SHANNON This guy Cook got a real name?... DRIVER Maybe Chris. Probably not... SHANNON I'll ask Bernie if he's heard of him... (CONTINUED) 56                         9/24/10                         93 CONTINUED: (2) 93 Driver grimaces again as Doc pulls out another shard of glass. SHANNON I wish you'd talked to me first...          Driver doesn't reply, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. SHANNON Lotta guys fall for other mens' wives, but you're the only one I know robs a joint to          make it up to the husband...          94 INT. BERNIE ROSE'S APARTMENT - DAY. 94          An elegant apartment full of framed photographs of beautiful grandchildren and movie posters from Hollywood's golden age. Bernie is in his silk pyjamas, looking like he's just woken up. BERNIE ROSE You want some coffee? SHANNON No, thanks...          Shannon looks tense but tries to hide it. From next door they can hear the sound of raised voices. Bernie Rose grabs the TV          remote and turns up the volume to drown out his neighbors. BERNIE ROSE They've been going at it ever since they moved in. She's such a nice lady but it's a          lousy Shidach. It's a wonder they haven't          killed each other... (A BEAT) So, what's your interest in the Seventh Heaven? Shannon doesn't understand, looking confused. BERNIE ROSE It's a strip joint on La Cienega. Your friend Cook runs it. Why're you curious about him all of a sudden? Even though they're close, Shannon's wary of giving away too much information. SHANNON A friend of mine owes him some money. I was wondering if you knew him? BERNIE ROSE Yeah, I know him. He's a crazy Albanian. If          I were your friend I'd pay up. (CONTINUED) 57                         9/24/10                         94 CONTINUED: 94 Bernie Rose pours himself a cup of coffee in the kitchenette. BERNIE ROSE You wake me up this early this friend must be a close friend? SHANNON (HESITATING) Yeah... BERNIE ROSE How's our car by the way? SHANNON We're all set for next month. BERNIE ROSE And our driver? SHANNON He's doing great. BERNIE ROSE That's what you should worry about...          Shannon smiles back but Bernie senses how distracted he is. BERNIE ROSE You want my advice? Let your friend work it          out for himself. Don't take pills for other people's headaches... (HE GRINS) You got twenty minutes? I need you to run down to the market and get me some milk... 95 OMITTED 95 96 INT. HALL/ STAIRS/ STRIP JOINT - DAY. 96          Sunlight pours through a doorway. Driver heads down some stairs, passing some half naked STRIPPERS at the bar. There's a handful of CLIENTS watching a pole dance, but otherwise the place is          empty. Driver turns down a long corridor. A couple of STRIPPERS emerge from their changing room, surprised to see him, but he          puts them at ease with a friendly smile. DRIVER Cook moved office again? STRIPPER That one over there... Driver smiles gratefully, then heads towards an office at the end of the corridor. He knocks on the door. A voice calls back. (CONTINUED) 58                         9/24/10                         96 CONTINUED: 96 COOK O/S It's open... Driver takes a hammer out of his jacket, then starts turning the door handle as if he can't get in. COOK O/S It's open, goddamit!...          He hears Cook striding impatiently towards the door now. He          waits, then suddenly kicks the door open, right in Cook's face. Before Cook can recover, Driver storms into the office, smashing him across the shoulder with the hammer. Cook collapses in a          heap. Driver's about to hit him again, when he sees that Cook's          left hand is broken and there are cuts and bruises on his face. Someone's clearly given him a beating since the robbery. DRIVER Should've figured you for a shill. Who were you fronting for? COOK Fuck you - Driver smashes the hammer into Cook's right hand now, breaking it too. Cook screams. Some of the strippers have gathered at the door but Driver couldn't care less. DRIVER Whose money am I holding? COOK Don't worry. They'll come get it. You don't          know who you're fucking with - Driver smashes the hammer into the metal plates supporting Cook's left hand. He screams like a stuck pig. DRIVER Who's money am I holding? COOK (Barely able to get the words out) Fuck you...          The strippers look stunned and riveted at the same time. Driver bends over Cook and rifles through his pockets. Finally he finds what he's looking for. Cook's cell phone. He scrolls down the call log and finds the same number appearing again and again. 97 OMITTED 97 59                         9/24/10          98 INT. NINO'S PIZZERIA - DAY. 98          The kitchen is busy, CHEFS taking out hot pizzas from the oven and slicing them up in takeaway boxes. In the background we hear the phone ringing. 99 INT. BACK ROOM/ PIZZERIA - DAY. 99          An impeccably dressed MAN IN A TAN SUIT answers the phone. TAN SUIT Hello?...I'm afraid we're closed. Could you call back after twelve...         100 EXT. PARKING LOT/ BURGER KING/ SUNSET BOULEVARD - DAY. 100                         (INTERCUT) Driver leans against his car, talking on Cook's cell phone. DRIVER I could, but your boss won't be happy when he finds out you've kept him waiting...          Tan Suit looks curious now. TAN SUIT Can I ask what this is about? DRIVER I have something that belongs to him. TAN SUIT And that would be? DRIVER A million dollars...          There's a pause on the other line now. TAN SUIT O/S Please hold...         101 INT. NINO'S PIZZERIA - DAY. 101          Tan Suit walks into the dining area. A large bull of a man sits on his own in the empty restaurant with his back to us. It's          only when he hears Tan Suit approach and turns around that we           realize it's Nino, Bernie's partner. 102 EXT. PARKING LOT/ BURGER KING/ SUNSET BOULEVARD - DAY. 102          Driver hears a heavy chesty voice come on the line. (CONTINUED) 60                         9/24/10                         102 CONTINUED: 102 NINO O/S You have something that fucking belongs to          me?...           The voice is unmistakable. Driver stares quietly. DRIVER Seems that way... (INTERCUT) NINO And you're calling me why? You expect me to          buy my fucking stuff back from you?... DRIVER I'm not selling. I give you a time and place, you come collect your stuff... NINO And what do you get out of it?... DRIVER Just that. Out of it. You put a muzzle on          Cook, forget your zombies at the Motel, forget we ever had this conversation... Nino's thinking to himself, looking more concerned than he          sounds. NINO Your partners happy with that?... DRIVER I don't have partners... NINO You discuss this with anyone else? DRIVER Just you...          Nino begins to relax now, still calculating. NINO You're not very good at this, are you?... DRIVER This isn't what I do. I'll call again with instructions...          Driver switches the cell phone off. 61                         9/24/10          103 INT. BACK ROOM/ NINO'S PIZZERIA - DAY. 103          Nino hangs up. Behind him we see that Tan Suit is also in the room, waiting for his orders. 104 INT. LIVING ROOM/ IRENE'S APARTMENT/ ECHO PARK - NIGHT. 104          Irene is sitting on the couch next to Benicio, talking to him gently as he watches TV. IRENE ...I'll be back before you go to bed. How's          that sound?...           The little boy nods, watching his Japanese cartoon. Irene's          friend, Cindy, is also there, gazing at them both in sympathy. Irene looks up at her. IRENE Are you going to be okay? CINDY We'll be fine...          Irene gets up to leave when the buzzer rings. She walks over and opens the door then stops in surprise. Driver stands there. DRIVER You got a minute?...          She looks at him in a daze. IRENE Where have you been?...          He stares back at her in silence. IRENE I tried to reach you. Standard's been - DRIVER I know... His eyes stay on her, as if he's trying to tell her something more. She looks confused, staring back at him curiously when a          small voice interrupts. BENICIO O/S Hey...          Driver looks over at the little boy. DRIVER Hey... (CONTINUED) 62                         9/24/10                         104 CONTINUED: 104 Irene begins to see the guilt in his eyes and slowly it hits her. She stares in disbelief, reeling. DRIVER I'm sorry about your father...          Benicio nods. Driver keeps staring at the boy but can't find any more words of comfort. Irene watches him, still stunned. He          looks back at her. IRENE I can't talk now. I have to go. DRIVER Can I give you a ride? She stares at him in dismay, close to tears. IRENE The car's working fine. DRIVER Then let me walk you down...          She wants to say no but can't.          105 INT. CORRIDOR/ APARTMENT/ ECHO PARK - NIGHT. 105          Driver and Irene head down the long corridor in silence. IRENE (Almost a whisper) Why?...          Driver misunderstands, thinking she's talking about Standard. DRIVER He was into one of the prison gangs for a          lot of money. He was trying to protect you. IRENE Great job...          She walks faster now, striding towards the elevator. Driver follows her. DRIVER I still have the money. Whatever you need - She turns around and slaps him hard. IRENE What are you, a bank? I work for a living. I don't need your widow's pension! (CONTINUED) 63                         9/24/10                         105 CONTINUED: 105 Her eyes well up with tears, staring at him in anger and frustration. IRENE Just tell me one thing. How did he talk you into it? DRIVER He didn't talk me into anything. I've been doing this my whole life. It's what I do...          She stares at him in deep disappointment. IRENE Stupid me...          She turns away when the elevator bell rings. The doors open, revealing TAN SUIT. Neither Driver or Irene recognizes him but we do. He smiles, pretending to look confused. TAN SUIT Sorry, I'm supposed to be going down... IRENE So are we...          She steps into the elevator. Driver follows her in. TAN SUIT Which floor? DRIVER Parking lot, please...          Tan Suit presses the button and the doors slide shut. 106 INT. ELEVATOR/ APARTMENT BLOCK/ ECHO PARK - NIGHT. 106          Driver and Irene ride down in silence, their eyes fixed on each other. Tan Suit watches them quietly, considering a move, but Driver glances at him and he smiles, biding his time. The lights on the panel descend. The elevator bell finally rings as they reach the lower level. Tan Suit hesitates, but Driver waits for him to go out first. He nods goodnight and heads off into the darkness of the parking lot. Driver follows Irene, the two of          them heading in the opposite direction. 107 INT. UNDERGROUND GARAGE/ APARTMENT/ ECHO PARK - NIGHT. 107          The overhead lights flicker, the huge underground car park hidden in shadow. Driver walks alongside Irene in silence. In          the distance Tan Suit's footsteps slowly fade. (CONTINUED) 64                         9/24/10                         107 CONTINUED: 107 DRIVER I'm leaving. I want you to come with me...          Irene can't believe what she's hearing. IRENE What are you talking about? DRIVER You and Benicio...          She's almost too stunned to speak, walking even faster now. IRENE You're crazy. I don't even know you - DRIVER You will. Once I straighten out this thing I'm getting out for good. We'll go some place. Anywhere you want. She shakes her head, fighting her feelings for him. IRENE It doesn't work like that. DRIVER Why not?...          She stops and looks at him. IRENE Because people like you never get out. And I don't want my son to grow up like that...          She holds his gaze with regret. Driver's about to respond when suddenly he catches a fleeting movement out of the corner of his eye. A beat -- then he suddenly lunges -- grabbing Irene and pulling her to the ground. In the same instant Tan Suit appears out of          the darkness, opening fire with his automatic. Bullets spark as they hit the concrete floor and the other parked vehicles. Driver drags Irene behind a car now, covering her with his body as Tan Suit fires another burst. More sparks light up the darkness, the bullets penetrating the car with ease, narrowly missing Driver and Irene. Driver moves again, dragging the terrified Irene behind him. Tan Suit loses sight of them in the darkness, striding past rows of          parked cars. (CONTINUED) 65                         9/24/10                         107 CONTINUED: (2) 107 Driver turns to Irene as they take cover behind a pillar. She looks terrified -- not just of Tan Suit but of him. It's as if          all her worst fears have been confirmed. Driver stares back at her, then hears Tan Suit's footsteps approaching. He holds her gaze apologetically, then gets to his feet and runs, trying to draw Tan Suit's fire. Tan Suit hears him and opens up again, more bullets lighting up          the darkness. Driver keeps moving. Tan Suit strides after him, reloading, when suddenly his gun jams. Crouching behind another vehicle, Driver sees this and takes his chance, darting out after his pursuer. Tan Suit sees him coming and runs, the hunter becoming the hunted now. Still lying on the ground, Irene listens to their echoing footsteps. Driver runs after Tan Suit through the darkness, gaining all the time. Tan Suit looks desperate now, tiring. He turns to face his pursuer but Driver's on him in a flash, hurling him against a          car. Tan Suit slams into the car, losing his balance. Driver grabs him, swinging him around, smashing him into another car. Irene's watching from the shadows, stunned by the violence. She picks herself up and runs towards the elevator. Driver keeps slamming Tan Suit against the car, beating the resistance out of him. As his body begins to slump, Driver grabs him by the throat and rams his head into a car window. The glass splinters with blood, the force of the blow shattering Tan Suit's skull. Driver looks around for Irene now and sees her standing in the elevator, framed against the light. She stares back at him, but makes no attempt to step out. Driver stands there, his hands covered in Tan Suit's blood. The elevator doors finally close, hiding Irene from view. 108 OMITTED 108 108a EXT. LA STREET - NIGHT. 108a Shannon gets out of his car. Driver is waiting for him by his own car, silhouetted against the streetlight. Shannon stares at          him a moment, then notices the blood stains on his shirt. (CONTINUED) 66                         9/24/10          108a CONTINUED: 108a SHANNON What happened? DRIVER Nino's guys came after me. How did they know about Irene? Shannon takes a moment to reply, looking dazed. SHANNON I called Bernie...I asked if he could help. Him and Nino are like brothers. I told him you weren't interested in the money, that you only did it for the girl... (From the heart) I wanted to make sure once you returned the money that was the end of it...          Driver doesn't seem to hear him. SHANNON Let me talk to Bernie again. They probably didn't listen to him - DRIVER It's too late...          Shannon says nothing now, knowing he's right. DRIVER They're gonna come after you to find me. You have to leave...          Shannon takes this in slowly. SHANNON What are you gonna do?...          Driver doesn't answer, but from his silence Shannon can guess. SHANNON How the fuck did this happen? We're          supposed be in Charlotte or Daytona drinking champagne out of trophies and getting laid by pit lizards...          He stares at Driver with quiet regret. SHANNON Fuck... 109 OMITTED 109 67                         9/24/10          110 INT. NINO'S PIZZERIA - MORNING. 110          Bernie Rose looks quietly furious. BERNIE ROSE ...I already gave you my advice. You should have taken your money and left this guy alone. Nino and Cook sit opposite him, both of Cook's hands broken now. NINO It's not that simple, Bernie. BERNIE ROSE Not now that it's bounced up in your face. COOK Mr. Paolozzi, I owe you this guy. Just give me the okay and I'll - BERNIE ROSE You like taking orders, go shut the blinds. He looks at Cook's broken hands. BERNIE ROSE Sun's in my eyes... Nino doesn't look at Cook, a clear indication he should do as          he's told. Cook stands up, humiliated, and walks over to the windows. Bernie Rose waits for Nino to explain. NINO ...The money belonged to a half assed wiseguy from Philly. I had a tip-off he was keeping a million in a pawn shop and was gonna invest it here in LA, try to run a          rival operation. I wanted to teach him a          lesson... The lights in the restaurant gradually fade as Cook shuts the blinds. BERNIE ROSE (INCREDULOUSLY) You stole from the East Coast mob? NINO I stole from a jumped up punk who was gonna step on our business - (CONTINUED) 68                         9/24/10                         110 CONTINUED: 110 BERNIE ROSE And where did this punk find a million dollars? You ever consider he may have consulted some higher-ups? You even bother to check? -                         NINO I don't give a fuck who gave him their blessing. This is my city - BERNIE ROSE Your city? This is a big city, pal, and last time I checked we were partners! -                         NINO We are partners - BERNIE ROSE Then why the fuck didn't you come to me          before you set up your dummy robbery or           hired this fucking amateur?!...           Cook sits back down at the table, having closed the blinds. Nino looks almost embarrassed for once. NINO This was off to the side, Bernie. I didn't          wanna involve you. BERNIE ROSE Well, now you fucked up I am involved. Anyone finds out you stole from the family they'll kill both of us - NINO What family? These fucks still call me a          kike to my face. I'm fifty nine years old, they pinch my cheek, treat me like a          fuckin' kid. They're the reason we left New York in the first place. Decrepit old men waving us over to their dinner and domino tables to complain. BERNIE ROSE Those old men gave us the funds to move out here. NINO And I made them a lotta money. I made you a          lotta money too...           He stares at Bernie, genuinely indignant now. (CONTINUED) 69                         9/24/10                         110 CONTINUED: (2) 110 NINO I pay them half of everything I fucking earn and then they set up some fucking kid from Philadelphia just because he's a          fucking wop! There's a hint of sympathy in Bernie's eyes. BERNIE ROSE The money always flows up, Izzy. You know that. He calls Nino by his childhood name now, emphasizing the fact that they're both outsiders in this organization. For the first time Nino's tough guy act slips and he looks anxious. NINO That's why this driver has to go. Him, and maybe your friend Shannon, are the only two people who can tie me to the robbery. BERNIE ROSE What about this prick? He doesn't even bother to look at Cook. COOK Mr. Paolozzi - NINO Shut up...          The two friends stare at each other as if Cook didn't exist. BERNIE ROSE Are you asking my permission? NINO I'm asking for your help. I shoulda' come to you first, Bernie. I know that. We're a          team. He stares at Bernie apologetically, appealing to their friendship. NINO I'll pay you back the three hundred you spent on the race car. BERNIE ROSE It's not about the money...          He stares out quietly, torn. (CONTINUED) 70                         9/24/10                         110 CONTINUED: (3) 110 BERNIE ROSE All right...          Nino nods in gratitude. BERNIE ROSE (TO COOK) Pass the salt... Cook hesitates, thinking Bernie's fucking with him for having two broken hands. He stares back dumbly and it's the final straw. Bernie suddenly grabs a stainless steel fork and rams it          in his eye. As Cook screams, Bernie takes a knife and buries it          in his neck. He twists the knife deeper for good measure, then with one powerful sweep of his arm clears Cook off the table. Cook's not dead yet, just writhing on the floor, choking on his own blood. Bernie Rose keeps his eyes fixed on Nino. BERNIE ROSE Your turn to clean up after me...         110a EXT. TRAILER/ FILM SET/ SAN PEDRO/ LOS ANGELES - MORNING. 110a The CREW are setting up for their first shot of the day. In the background we see a DIRECTOR blocking out an action scene. Driver walks past without even a glance, heading towards the make-up trailer. He opens the door and walks in, looking around the trailer until he finds what he's looking for -- the SFX mask he saw previously on the film set. 111 INT. SHANNON'S GARAGE/ SILVERLAKE BOULEVARD - MORNING. 111          Shannon limps down the steps from his office with a suitcase in           his hand. He heads into the main garage then suddenly stops. Bernie Rose stands beside the stock car, waiting for him. BERNIE ROSE All these priceless cars, you should get better locks... SHANNON Door's always open to you... Bernie Rose heads towards him with his hands in his coat pockets. BERNIE ROSE Going somewhere? SHANNON Thinking about it. (CONTINUED) 71                         9/24/10                         111 CONTINUED: 111 BERNIE ROSE I'm looking for your driver. SHANNON You break in like this I figure it's bad news. BERNIE ROSE It's bad luck. Two thousand heists in this city a year, he had to pick the wrong one. SHANNON He tried to put it right. BERNIE ROSE Picked the wrong guy for that too. My          partner's a belligerent asshole with his back against the wall...          He stops, facing Shannon. BERNIE ROSE Right now so am I. I don't take care of          this I'm in big trouble...           He stares at his old friend. BERNIE ROSE Any idea where he is? SHANNON Probably across the border by now. Mexico. Belize. That's where I'd go...          Bernie Rose smiles, not believing a word. BERNIE ROSE He just walked out on you after everything you've done for him, took all the money? SHANNON That's gratitude, I guess. Bernie Rose can't help grinning, fond of Shannon despite everything. BERNIE ROSE I ever tell you how long Izzy and I been friends? Since we were six. Only Jews in a          neighborhood of wops. Long as I can remember he was getting me into trouble and I was getting him out of scrapes...          He looks almost apologetic. (CONTINUED) 72                         9/24/10                         111 CONTINUED: (2) 111 BERNIE ROSE Anyone else I'd take your side... SHANNON Anyone else I'd do the same...          Bernie Rose watches him with a mixture of affection and regret. BERNIE ROSE What's this fucking kid to you anyway? Shannon shrugs, no idea himself. BERNIE ROSE I leave here without finding out where he          is, there'll be others coming after me. I          guarantee they'll be too stupid to figure out you won't talk and drag this out unnecessarily... SHANNON Then I'm glad you got here first... Bernie Rose holds his gaze, then looks away, admiring the shiny stock car. BERNIE ROSE You know, it's too bad, I was getting excited about our race team, having my name all over the car. I think we could have made something of this business... SHANNON Nah, I'd have fucked it up too...          Shannon smiles, reconciled with himself. Bernie Rose grins, and extends his hand. They shake hands firmly, like old friends, when suddenly Shannon recoils, as if he's been stung. We see now that his shirt sleeve is covered in blood, his vein cut all the way from his elbow to his wrist. He looks dazed, paralysed with shock. Bernie Rose holds a razor knife in his hand, the blade wet with Shannon's blood. He takes Shannon gently by the arm and sits him down against the boot of the stock car. BERNIE ROSE You won't feel a thing. Close your eyes and you'll fall asleep...          Shannon stares out numbly, the life ebbing out of him. Bernie Rose watches him quietly, wiping his bloody razor with a          handkerchief. 73                         9/24/10          111a INT. BERNIE ROSE'S APARTMENT - DAY. 111a Bernie Rose replaces the razor knife in a small lacquered box full of other knives. From next door he can hear his neighbors arguing again. He stands there a moment, deflated, then suddenly storms towards his front door. 111b EXT. CORRIDOR/ BERNIE ROSE'S NEIGHBORS' APARTMENT - DAY. 111b A loud knocking. Bernie Rose's neighbor opens his door. HUSBAND Yeah? BERNIE ROSE Bernie Rose, next apartment over - HUSBAND Yeah, I know. I'm kind of busy here. BERNIE ROSE I heard...          There's something threatening in the old mobster's eyes now. The husband moves to close the door but Bernie jams it open with his elbow, shoves him aside, then looks over at the wife. BERNIE ROSE You all right, Shonda? The woman nods without meeting his eyes. HUSBAND Get the hell out of my - Bernie doesn't give him time to finish, clamping a powerful hand on his throat. BERNIE ROSE What's your fucking name? HUSBAND LENNY - BERNIE ROSE I'm a patient man, Lenny, not much for getting in other people's way. What I          figure is, we've all got our own lives, right? And the right to be left alone? (SQUEEZING HARDER) So I sit next door for almost a year now listening to what goes down in here and I          keep thinking, hey, they'll work it out. You gonna work it out, Lenny? (CONTINUED) 74                         9/24/10          111b CONTINUED: 111b He jerks the husband's neck forward, making him nod. BERNIE ROSE You're lucky to have her, lucky she's put up with you this long. Lucky I've put up          with you. She has good reason: she loves you. I don't have any reason at all. So          stop raising your voice or fucking move...           He lets go of the terrified man and storms out again. 112 INT/ EXT. DRIVER'S CAR/ RESEDA BOULEVARD - DAY. 112          Sunlight glints on the parked vehicles by the curb. Driver slows down as he approaches the sign for Shannon's Custom Kings, glancing out of the window to see if anyone's staking out the garage. Satisfied there's no-one there, he drives through. 113 INT. SHANNON'S GARAGE/ RESEDA BOULEVARD - DAY. 113          Driver pulls open the garage door and sees the rows of vintage cars shimmering in the shafts of sunlight. As he heads past the vehicles he suddenly spots a figure slumped against the stock car. Shannon's eyes have been closed, his head resting gently against the trunk of the car. Driver kneels down and lifts him up in his arms, holding him for a second, then lays him down on the floor. He turns back and opens the car boot now, revealing the black gym bag full of          money. 114 EXT. SHANNON'S GARAGE/ RESEDA BOULEVARD - DAY. 114          Driver's car roars out of the garage. 115 INT. NINO'S PIZZERIA - SUNSET. 115          Nino stands in the kitchen, wearing a beautiful suit but no           shoes or socks, listening on his cell phone. We hold on the curious image for a moment, then reveal a beautifully dressed WOMAN polishing his shoes. And now we see more of Nino's MEN, also smartly dressed and accompanied by GORGEOUS WOMEN, getting ready for an event. Nino's talking to his wife on the phone. NINO Alright honey, I'll pick you up in an hour. 116 EXT. NINO'S PIZZERIA - SUNSET. 116          Two big Lincoln Towncars are parked outside. Across the road we          recognize Driver's car. He opens the trunk. When he closes it          again we see that he's wearing the eerily convincing SFX mask. He crosses the road, entering the pizzeria. 75                         9/24/10          117 INT. NINO'S PIZZERIA - SUNSET. 117          Several of Nino's men look up as Driver enters but none of them recognize him. NINO'S GUY We're closed... Driver stares past them at Nino in the kitchen, surrounded by          more of his men. We feel his mind calculating then he walks out again. 118 EXT. NINO'S PIZZERIA - NIGHT. 118          Nino emerges with his bodyguards now, heading towards one of the white Lincolns. NINO (To one of his men) I'm going to pick up my wife. I'll meet you there... Across the road Driver climbs into his car, still wearing the mask. He starts his car, setting off after Nino's Lincoln. 119 INT. DRIVER'S CAR/ NINO'S PIZZERIA/ WESTWOOD - NIGHT. 119          Driver drifts in behind a couple of other cars, keeping them between himself and the Lincoln. 120 EXT. STREETS - NIGHT. 120          The sunlight is fading fast. The neon cityscape has come to life and the streets are a sea of glittering lights. 121 INT. NINO'S CAR/ STREETS - NIGHT. 121          The CHAUFFEUR checks his mirror as he turns into another street, seeing only the anonymous glare of headlights behind him. 122 INT. DRIVER'S CAR/ STREETS - NIGHT. 122          Driver slows down and lets another car turn in front of him, keeping it between himself and Nino's car. 123 EXT. STREETS - NIGHT. 123          The streets are less crowded in this residential area. As the car in front of Driver pulls into its front drive, Driver takes the next turning, making sure the Lincoln doesn't spot him. 76                         9/24/10          124 INT. DRIVER'S CAR/ PARALLEL STREET - NIGHT. 124          Driver cruises along another residential street. At every intersection we glimpse the Lincoln heading in the same direction down a parallel street. 125 EXT. SAN VINCENTE BOULEVARD/ BRENTWOOD - NIGHT. 125          The Lincoln turns back into traffic on San Vincente. 126 INT. NINO'S CAR/ SAN VINCENTE BOULEVARD - NIGHT. 126          Nino's talking on a cell phone in the back seat. NINO ...Sure, Carlo, I'll send him your regards...         127 INT. DRIVER'S CAR/ SAN VINCENTE BOULEVARD - NIGHT. 127          Driver merges in with the traffic, weaving between the cars in           front of him until he has Nino's Lincoln back in his sights. 128 EXT. AERIAL VIEW/ SAN VINCENTE BOULEVARD - NIGHT. 128          The sun has almost set, the red backlights of the cars blinking in the fading light. 129 INT. NINO'S CAR/ SAN VINCENTE/ 7TH STREET - NIGHT. 129          Nino's car turns into 7th Street. 130 INT. DRIVER'S CAR/ SAN VINCENTE/ 7TH STREET - NIGHT. 130          This time there are no other vehicles turning into the same street. Driver has no choice, settling in behind the Lincoln. 131 INT. NINO'S CAR/ 7TH STREET/ PACIFIC PALISADES - NIGHT. 131          The chauffeur glances in his rear-view mirror and spots Driver's           car for the first time. For now he doesn't give it much thought. In the back seat Nino finally says goodbye on the phone. NINO ...Nice talking to you too... (As he hangs up) Asshole...         132 EXT. ENTRADA DRIVE/ PACIFIC PALISADES - NIGHT. 132          Both cars head into Entrada Drive. 77                         9/24/10          133 INT. NINO'S CAR/ ENTRADA DRIVE/ PACIFIC PALISADES - NIGHT. 133          The chauffeur checks his mirror again and notices Driver's car still on his tail. Just as a precaution he slows down, seeing if          the pursuing car will overtake. 134 INT. DRIVER'S CAR/ ENTRADA DRIVE - NIGHT. 134          Driver has to decide in an instant whether to take up the invitation. He overtakes the Lincoln, speeding ahead. 135 INT. NINO'S CAR/ ENTRADA DRIVE/ PACIFIC PALISADES - NIGHT. 135          Nino's chauffeur sees Driver's car disappear up ahead, relaxing now. 136 INT. DRIVER'S CAR/ WEST CHANNEL ROAD/ PCH - NIGHT. 136          Driver puts his foot on the gas, taking sharp turns on small side streets, driving fast around the block until he's back on          the Lincoln's tail, keeping a safe distance now. 137 INT. NINO'S CAR/ W.CHANNEL RD./ PCH - NIGHT. 137          Nino's chauffeur turns right into the Pacific Coast Highway. 138 INT. DRIVER'S CAR/ PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - NIGHT. 138          Driver follows the Lincoln at a distance, keeping the winding corners of the PCH between himself and his prey. 139 EXT. AERIAL VIEW/ PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - NIGHT. 139          From above we see Driver's car gliding along the open highway, the rising hills on one side, the churning ocean on the other, no vehicles in sight. 140 INT. NINO'S CAR/ PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - NIGHT. 140          In the back seat Nino dials another number on his cell-phone. NINO ...Bernie, it's me...         141 EXT. AERIAL VIEW/ PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - NIGHT. 141          The headlights of Driver's car sweep ahead of it on the open road. From above it looks like a shark closing in on its prey. 142 INT. BERNIE ROSE'S APARTMENT/ LA - NIGHT. 142          Bernie Rose stands by the window, listening to the phone in           silence. 78                         9/24/10          143 INT. NINO'S CAR/ PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - NIGHT. 143          Nino sounds apologetic. NINO ...Look, about that thing today...I'm          sorry. I know how much you liked the guy... In his rear view mirror the chauffeur sees the headlights of the car behind getting closer. 144 INT. DRIVER'S CAR/ PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - NIGHT. 144          Driver stares ahead, his eyes fixed on the Lincoln's backlights. 145 INT. BERNIE ROSE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT. 145          Bernie Rose doesn't speak, looking weary. NINO O/S Bernie?... BERNIE ROSE Yeah?... NINO O/S You're the only fucking person in the world I trust. I love you, man...          Bernie shakes his head, the same old apologies. 146 INT. NINO'S CAR/ PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - NIGHT. 146          In the front seat Nino's chauffeur checks his mirror curiously. NINO When this is over I'll make it up to you, I          swear...           The lights of the car behind have vanished. 147 EXT. AERIAL VIEW/ PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - NIGHT. 147          Even from above we can't see Driver's car with its lights off - no idea how close it is to Nino's car. 148 INT. BERNIE ROSE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT. 148          Even though he's still angry, Bernie can't help forgiving his childhood friend. BERNIE ROSE How many times I heard that before... 79                         9/24/10          149 INT. NINO'S CAR/ PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - NIGHT. 149          Nino grins. NINO I lost count - Suddenly blazing headlights explode to life behind him. 150 INT. DRIVER'S CAR/ PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - NIGHT. 150          Driver rams the Lincoln at over a hundred miles an hour, hitting it just above the left rear wheel. 151 EXT. PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - NIGHT. 151          The impact is momentous. The huge Continental is lifted up in          the air and spun round at the same time. It slams back into the tarmac then flips end over end for a hundred yards. 152 INT. BERNIE ROSE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT. 152          Bernie Rose is left holding the phone as the line goes dead. 153 INT. DRIVER'S CAR/ PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - NIGHT. 153          The collision has barely knocked Driver off course. His car skids to a stop near the overturned wreck. 154 INT. NINO'S CAR/ PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - NIGHT. 154          Among the carnage, we see Nino, bloodied but still alive. He          unbuckles his seat belt and crawls out of the twisted wreck. 155 EXT. PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - NIGHT. 155          Driver gets out of his car, calmly walking over to the pulverized Lincoln. He sees Nino stumbling off towards the beach but doesn't hurry after him yet. He checks to make sure the other passengers are dead, then heads on. 156 EXT. BEACH/ OCEAN/ PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - NIGHT. 156          Nino stumbles through the sand, running for his life now. He          looks behind him and sees Driver calmly pursuing him. He keeps running, but he's badly injured, slowing all the time. Fear clouds reason and he staggers towards the crashing waves. Driver slows down as he watches the gangster wade into the ocean, a pathetic last attempt to evade him. The crashing waves and the undertow are an impenetrable wall. Every time Nino tries to wade out further, the ocean drags him back. (CONTINUED) 80                         9/24/10                         156 CONTINUED: 156 Driver stares at his trapped prey. Nino's attempts become more and more feeble as the ocean exhausts him and snuffs out any hope of escape. Finally he retreats back into the shallow water, barely able to keep his footing. He turns around and faces Driver, the crashing waves still smashing into his back. They stay like that for a moment. Gazing at each other. Driver silhouetted against the white sand. Nino trapped in the ocean. Then Driver wades out into the water. Nino has no fight left in          him, staring at the masked man. Driver stares back at him then grabs him by the throat, forcing his head under the water. Nino splutters as Driver lets him up again. NINO It was Bernie...Bernie Rose killed your friend not me... Driver shoves his face back under the water, keeping it there until Nino's body finally stops thrashing. 157 INT. BERNIE ROSE'S APARTMENT/ BEL AIR - NIGHT. 157          A phone shrills. Bernie Rose answers it. BERNIE ROSE Nino? DRIVER'S VOICE ON THE PHONE He's dead. Bernie Rose stares out in silence. Whatever he thinks of Nino, a          part of him has died. We feel the regret in his eyes but there's          no trace of emotion in his voice. BERNIE ROSE Looks like me, you and your girlfriend are the only pieces left on the board...         158 EXT. BEACH/ OCEAN - NIGHT. 158          Driver is no longer wearing a mask, framed against the ocean. He          catches the veiled threat in Bernie's words but doesn't respond. INTERCUT BERNIE ROSE I'd say this has gone far enough. See any reason why it should go on?... DRIVER Doesn't have to... (CONTINUED) 81                         9/24/10                         158 CONTINUED: 158 BERNIE ROSE Then we should talk. You know a place called the Great Wall -- out on Sherman Way? DRIVER'S VOICE ON THE PHONE I can find it. Bernie pauses, staring out. BERNIE'S VOICE ON THE PHONE I'll see you there at one. A charged silence, then the line goes dead. 159 OMITTED 159 160 INT. GREAT WALL RESTAURANT/ LINCOLN BOULEVARD - DAY. 160          A large Chinese restaurant. We follow Driver through the crowd. He sees Bernie Rose sitting at a table on his own, pouring himself a glass of wine. The mobster's dressed for the occasion, wearing a jacket and tie. He smiles at Driver as he sits down. BERNIE ROSE Care for a glass?...          Driver doesn't smile, gazing back at him across the table. Bernie Rose doesn't seem to care. BERNIE ROSE I can recommend the duck. Hell, I can recommend everything -- Walnut prawns, shredded beef, Velvet chicken -- but the duck's to die for... He delivers the last line with a pointed smile, then turns away, calling over a WAITRESS. BERNIE ROSE The duck, please. For two. WAITRESS Anything else? BERNIE ROSE No, thanks...          He waits for the waitress to leave, then turns back to Driver. BERNIE ROSE You've been on a roll. Cut yourself quite a          swath out there. (CONTINUED) 82                         9/24/10                         160 CONTINUED: 160 DRIVER I never asked for any of it. BERNIE ROSE We usually don't. But it comes down on our heads regardless. Look at Shannon... Driver holds his gaze, the tension palpable, laughter and conversation drifting over from the other tables. BERNIE ROSE Anyway it's water under the bridge now. Question is where does that leave us? DRIVER That's up to you. BERNIE ROSE You bring the cash? Driver nods. Bernie Rose studies him quietly. BERNIE ROSE Tell me something, how does someone with no          interest in money get mixed up in a heist? (Off his silence) Shannon told me it was because of the girl? Driver hesitates, betraying a hint of concern. Bernie sees it          and smiles. BERNIE ROSE Don't worry. Nobody else knows about her. Just me... (A BEAT) You still see her?... DRIVER She's not interested. BERNIE ROSE She's got her head screwed on right. I got two ex-wives, three kids, four grandchildren. Not one of them speaks to me          now... He smiles again, looking into Driver's eyes with just a hint of          sympathy. BERNIE ROSE This is what I'll do for you. You give me          the money, nobody knows she exists. But it's a different matter with you. (MORE) (CONTINUED) 83                         9/24/10                         160 CONTINUED: (2) 160 BERNIE ROSE (cont'd)          These people I have the misfortune to be           involved with, they don't mind Nino being gone, but they'll wanna know what happened to him... DRIVER Sounds like we have a problem... BERNIE ROSE And just when we were getting to know each other... Their eyes are fixed on each other, deadly enemies but kindred spirits of a kind. BERNIE ROSE ...We shake hands, say goodbye, it's the start of your new life. Sooner or later they'll come after you. No end to it. Someone gets tired, somebody else takes their place. It goes on and on. Whatever dreams you have, whatever plans, you might as well forget `em, because this is what it's gonna be like till the day you die... (A BEAT) I just thought you should know...          Driver stares back at him quietly. DRIVER What do you suggest I do? BERNIE ROSE First time I heard about you, Shannon told me you drove. Fast. That's a start...          He keeps staring at Driver, then smiles. BERNIE ROSE Either that or you choke on the duck...         161 EXT. PARKING LOT/ LINCOLN BOULEVARD - DAY. 161          Driver's car is parked at the back of the parking lot, half hidden by a fenced area for garbage. Driver pops the trunk, taking out the black gym bag with the cash. Bernie Rose doesn't          even look at it, still admiring the car. BERNIE ROSE How much does something like this cost? DRIVER Nine, ten thousand. If you can find one that still runs. (CONTINUED) 84                         9/24/10                         161 CONTINUED: 161 BERNIE ROSE Maybe I'll take yours. Part of our deal. He grins, then holds out his hand for the gym bag. BERNIE ROSE Guess we won't be seeing each other again.. Driver reaches out to give him the bag, when suddenly Bernie's          hand snakes out of his pocket, twisting a switch-blade into Driver's gut. He pulls it out, ready to stab again, but this time Driver catches his wrist, slowly forcing the knife up to          his throat. Their eyes are fixed on each other for a moment, with something like regret, then the blade pierces Bernie Rose's neck, sinking deeper and deeper. Driver holds the old man in his arms as he          dies. They stay like that, locked in a fatal embrace, then Driver lowers Bernie Rose gently to the ground, out of sight. Blood seeping through his shirt, Driver picks up the gym bag and puts it back in the trunk, slamming the door shut. 162 EXT. AERIAL VIEW OF A MUCH LARGER PARKING LOT/ LA - DAY. 162          We're looking down on an enormous parking lot, hundreds of           different colored vehicles gleaming down below. Driver pulls into the lot, searching for a place to park. 163 EXT. LARGE PARKING LOT/ LA - DAY. 163          Driver climbs out of his car, wearing a jacket over his blood- soaked shirt. He walks to the back of the car, kneels down, and hides the keys behind the left rear wheel, drops of blood dripping on the tarmac beneath him. He gets up again, then sets off through the maze of parked vehicles, dialling a number on          his cell-phone. 164 EXT. ECHO PARK - DAY. 164          Irene and Benicio sit in the park. IRENE (Picking up her phone) Hello?... (INTERCUT) The blazing sun beats down. Driver walks through a long corridor of glinting cars. DRIVER It's me... (CONTINUED) 85                         9/24/10                         164 CONTINUED: 164 Irene stares in surprise. DRIVER'S VOICE ON THE PHONE Don't hang up...          She says nothing but stays on the line. Driver continues painfully through the maze of cars. DRIVER You got a pen? I need you to write something down... Irene looks confused as she hears the quiet urgency in his voice, then reaches inside her handbag. Sunlight glitters on the roofs of the parked cars, dazzling Driver's eyes. DRIVER ...JJT 108... IRENE'S VOICE ON THE PHONE ...JJT 108... DRIVER It's the license number for my car. I've          left it in a parking lot on the corner of           Culver and Lincoln. Section M 10...          Irene writes down the details, looking even more confused. DRIVER'S VOICE ON THE PHONE There's a bag in the trunk with some money. Keys are under the left rear wheel... IRENE What do you want me to do with it?...          Driver walks with difficulty, finding it hard to breathe. DRIVER It's yours. It's safe to keep it... All around him the Chevys, Dodges, and Fords glitter in the sunlight. IRENE I told you, I don't need your money...          Blood seeps through Driver's shirt, dripping on the tarmac. Irene hears his labored breathing now, looking concerned. (CONTINUED) 86                         9/24/10                         164 CONTINUED: (2) 164 IRENE Are you okay?... Driver's skin looks deathly pale, his eyes a haunting shade of          blue. He keeps walking through the maze of cars, casting his eyes from one vehicle to the next, looking for the perfect ride. DRIVER Just out of breath...          Finally he spots a beautiful white Camaro up ahead. DRIVER How're you doing?... For the first time we see the Echo Park fountain sparkling in          the background. IRENE Fine. I'm in the park with Benicio...          Irene can no longer hold back her tears, heartbroken. Driver stops in front of the white Camaro, unsteady on his feet. DRIVER I gotta go Irene...          He pauses. DRIVER Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me...          Irene smiles sadly. IRENE It was nice to meet you too...         165 EXT. LARGE PARKING LOT/ LA - DAY. 165          From above we see the maze of vehicles stretching out forever -- Chevys, Chryslers, Fords -- the history of America on wheels. Driver switches off his cell-phone reluctantly then heads towards the Camaro. 166 INT. WHITE CAMARO/ LARGE PARKING LOT - DAY. 166          Driver climbs into the front seat of the Camaro, catching his breath. He sits there a moment, sheltering from the world outside, then pulls out a pocket knife, opening the blades until he finds the screwdriver. He starts with the left side of the steering column, then gets to work on the section below the turn signal. (CONTINUED) 87                         9/24/10                         166 CONTINUED: 166 His face shows the strain, but his fingers are as steady as          ever. A master at work. Finally he breaks into the ignition device, leaning back in the seat to take a rest. 167 EXT. AERIAL VIEW/ LARGE PARKING LOT - DAY. 167          We're gazing down at the white Camaro from above, waiting for it           to move. 168 INT. WHITE CAMARO/ LARGE PARKING LOT - DAY. 168          Driver's face is completely still now. So are his eyes. He looks almost at peace. There's a long pause, then slowly he leans forward and turns on the ignition. As the engine comes to life, we CUT TO BLACK.