The Driver

The Detective:
I respect a man that's good at what he does. I'll tell you something, I'm very good at what I do.

The Driver:
You know I don't like guns.

The Detective:
Nice Place. Terrific view. Wow.

The Player:
You didn't come up here to tell me that.

The Detective:
You saw the man in the car. And you saw the man against the brick wall. And you know it's the same man. Yet you didn't identify him. Are you afraid of him?

The Player:
No.

The Detective:
Are you afraid of me?

The Player:
No. I just don't like you.

Blue Mask:
[the Driver and two robbers are divvying up a pile of loot after a robbery and a wild car chase] You sure none of those people got a good look at you?

Green Mask:
See, we wanna keep you healthy for the next time.

The Driver:
There isn't gonna be a next time. You were late. [takes his share of the money and walks away]

The Detective:
A friend of yours told me where to find you in the middle of the day.

The Driver:
I don't have any friends.

The Detective:
That's right. No friends. No steady job. No girlfriend. You live real cheap, you never ask any questions... boy, you got it down real tight. So tight that there's no room for anything else. And that's a real sad song. Only trouble is, eh, sad songs ain't sellin' this year. Maybe I'm your friend.

The Detective:
I really like chasing you.

The Driver:
Sounds like you got a problem.

The Detective:
You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna catch me the cowboy that's never been caught. Cowboy desperado.

The Detective:
Well, well, here's my new man. How do you like it here so far?

Red Plainclothesman:
Just great.

The Detective:
Let's get something straight right now. I don't like new men. They make mistakes.

Red Plainclothesman:
Well, I haven't made any yet.

The Detective:
Yeah, yeah. You're new. That's a mistake. And you talk too much... that's a mistake. That's the first thing you can learn. When you're talking, you're not thinking. Never talk... unless you have to.

Teeth:
How do we know you're that good?

The Driver:
Get in.

The Driver:
[after methodically destroying a Mercedes-Benz for his "audition"] Better get new plates if you plan on taking it out again. People might be looking for it.

Glasses:
You're crazy.

The Detective:
That's the trouble with lowlifes... they're unreliable.

The Driver:
[at different times to different lowlife types] Go home!

The Driver:
[setting up a deal to drive] My price is double.

Glasses:
Aw c'mon... that's 30% of the take!

The Driver:
My price... for working with second-raters.

Glasses:
We'll make you a deal.

The Driver:
One more thing... [looks at Teeth] *You're* not coming.

Teeth:
[to Glasses] I don't like that.

The Driver:
That's the whole idea. [walks out]

The Detective:
I'm gonna help you be a better cop. You know how? You know what you do first thing every morning? Read the sports page. You know why? Best part of the newspaper. Winners, losers, how it happened, score. And we got a much better game than the one they give the players. They don't retire us after 10 years. Just one thing: you gotta be a player. A real player, not just fillin' out a position.

The Detective:
Planning on looking for work soon?

The Driver:
My line of work is kind of hard to come by.

The Detective:
It depends on where you look.

The Driver:
It depends on who you are.

The Detective:
I dunno. Some of the criminal types these days, they, eh, think that they're real cowboys. Think they can just, eh, drive around...do whatever they wanna do...whenever they wanna do it. [chuckles] I respect a man who's good at what he does. I'll tell you something else: I'm *very* good at what I do.

The Detective:
[the Driver has just been caught redhanded retrieving the money bag from the train station locker.] Caught ya.

The Detective:
[the Driver hands the bag to the Detective, who smilingly opens it. His smile disappears: it's empty.] What happened?

The Driver:
Looks like we both got swindled.

The Detective:
Looks like we both got ripped off. By the Exchange Man.

The Driver:
Lotta crooks around these days. [walks away.]

The Detective:
Today's your lucky day. I'm feeling generous. I'm gonna give you a choice. You and your boys can do one more job. A bank, a nice big one, for free. You're just going to hire a new driver, that's all. A good one.

Glasses:
I don't work with cops.

The Detective:
Oh, gosh. I wish you hadn't said that. [punches Glasses]

The Detective:
How old are you? Twenty-two. I did a little checking.

The Player:
What else did you check?

The Detective:
Well, a girl as young as yourself, you sure have been around the track a few times, honey. Led a real active life.

The Player:
Get out!

The Detective:
No. We're going to do a little business, you and I. [shows her a photo of The Driver] Look at it! Are you sure it's not him?

The Player:
It's not him.

The Detective:
Oh, really? Maybe you should be afraid of me. I ran a make on you. [smiles] You're clean. No problem. Of course, there *was* that one little scrape. Remember? The kinda nasty one? The one that got swept under the rug? Now when your memory improves, honey, give me a call. [leaves]

Glasses:
[pulls a gun on The Driver] Can't get over the mistake you made. You've been set up, you know.

The Driver:
By a cop.

Glasses:
That's right. He's waiting for you right now at the wrong place. Me and my buddy don't wanna show up. You two hot-shots have both been set up, haven't you? You know what always amazed me about you? A guy with your attitude - never carries a gun. That's stupid... very stupid. [the Driver suddenly whips out his own gun and shoots Glasses dead]

The Detective:
Now, about last night... oh, I forgot. [chuckles] Your memory's not too good about last night.

The Driver:
I remember everything.

The Detective:
Alone in your room.

The Driver:
Yeah.

The Detective:
You can do better than that.

The Driver:
I don't have to. [the Detective dumps a full cup of hot coffee in The Driver's lap; reacting to the pain, he jumps up into a fighting stance]

The Detective:
Go ahead, throw it! It'll cost ya two years. [Goads The Driver by offering his chin] You wanna throw it, go on! Go on! *Go on.* Now, you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna catch the cowboy that's never been caught - cowboy desperado. Now get outta here.