Based on the novel by
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.
...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 -
...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
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 -
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.
...Plain Jane cheap like you asked for but
with a hundred and sixty horsepower inside.
You get any sleep?
Not this week.
As Shannon grins we feel the familiarity between them.
I can offer you some Halcyon.
They head past more cars -- Fords, Dodges, Buicks -- until they
arrive at a plain looking Impala.
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.
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.
...This is some comeback from the Clippers!
Only a few minutes ago they looked dead and
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
...9 Adam 81, what is your current
location?...Repeat, what is your current
...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.
...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.
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.
...Attention all units...211...Superstore
on Traction Avenue...Suspects headed
Eastbound on 1st Street...Driving a Silver
Driver swings sharply into 4th Street now, crossing the L.A.
River again, heading back in the same direction he came.
...Airships dispatched...Downtown and Boyle
Heights...All units standby. Repeat, all
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.
...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.
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.
...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
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.
16 CONTINUED: 16
The armed robbers lie flat on the back seat, paying Driver more
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
...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.
...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.
...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.
...1 David 16...why don't you check her
As soon as he hears this Driver swerves sharply into the next
18 INT/ EXT. IMPALA/ SIDESTREET OFF BROADWAY/ DOWNTOWN - NIGHT. 18
Driver guns around the block now, building up speed.
...This is 1 David 16...We lost the suspect
somewhere between Broadway and
Grand...Possible evasive action...Request
airship and additional units...
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.
...1 David 11...suspect headed West on
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.
All units...pursuit in progress...silver
Impala...Headed North on Figueroa...
Even now Driver doesn't panic, turning his attention back to the
Thornton pulls up from behind the arc,
misses. Rebound New York. One eighteen to
Driver swerves sharply towards the sparkling lights of the
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.
...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.
21 CONTINUED: 21
...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.
...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
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.
24 CONTINUED: 24
...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.
A high risk stunt like that's worth at
least a thousand five.
They won't go higher than a thousand.
For all his charm we sense something of the hustler about
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.
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.
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
Driver floors the gas, screeching out of the alleyway. He
swerves between several oil drums then straightens up on the
In his rear view mirror he sees a black Dodge Charger appear on
cue, bearing down on him.
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
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.
Nice work, officer...
Driver spits out some fake candyglass from the shattered
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.
Here you go, Mr. Rose.
(Taking out the white boxes)
Egg rolls, chicken chow mein, five flavor
shrimp and Peking duck.
Did they remember the chop sticks?
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
27 CONTINUED: 27
...You run a perfectly good business. Why
would you want to change now?
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.
How much do you need?
Let me talk you through it first.
That sounds like a lot.
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.
I don't know anything about car racing but
I assume there's a reason for that?
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
There's a fortune to be made. Sponsorship.
TV deals. We'll even name the team after
Bernie looks at his friend in mild exasperation then turns away
as the waiter returns with a handful of chop sticks.
Thank you, Ron. You sure you don't want any
27 CONTINUED: (2) 27
Bernie waits for the waiter to leave then continues.
You still haven't given me a number?
Shannon hesitates but only for a second.
Four hundred and thirty thousand dollars.
Bernie Rose can't help grinning at his nerve.
Look, I wouldn't come to you unless I was
sure about this.
Come on, Shannon. How can you be sure? What
have you got these big money teams don't
I got a driver.
And they got half a dozen Drivers you told
Not like this one.
He stares at his friend with quiet conviction.
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.
But you don't have the money.
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
27 CONTINUED: (3) 27
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.
What are you doing eating Chink food in my
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?
It's the fucking water in this city...
Shannon smiles, intimidated by Nino, giving up his seat
respectfully. Nino doesn't even acknowledge him.
I thought you were supposed to be out of
Well, I'm back.
(Barely a glance at Shannon)
Take a hike. I need to talk to my partner.
Be polite, Nino. I invited him here.
Oh, I'm sorry. How you doing, Shannon?
How's the fucking leg?
Bernie senses things are only going to get worse and dismisses
I'll think about it but I want to meet your
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)
28 CONTINUED: 28
She joins him in the elevator, carrying a grocery bag with some
milk and Fruit Loops cereal.
Which floor, ma'am?...
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.
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.
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.
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.
It ain't slow...
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...
(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.
Looks a little long in the tooth to me.
Think we should take her home?...
Driver shrugs. Shannon grins, turning to Bernie now.
Bernie, this is the driver I been telling
One look at Bernie Rose and Driver senses the power and
authority behind his deceptively gentle eyes.
Bernie's thinking of investing in our race
The old mobster holds out his hand, meeting Driver's gaze.
My hands are a little dirty.
Don't worry. So are mine...
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.
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.
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
You gonna give me the four?
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.
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.
Where do you want me to put them?
Just over there. Thanks...
Driver places the bags on the kitchen counter.
Would you like something to drink?
A glass of water?
She pours him a glass of water and hands it to him.
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.
37 CONTINUED: 37
Benicio keeps staring at him, puzzled by the magic trick. Irene
walks back into the room, smiling.
You just move to LA?
No, I been here a while.
And before that?
Here and there...
(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
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.
That's Benicio's father.
Driver takes in the significance of this, then looks back at
What's he do?
He's in jail.
(Changing the subject)
What do you do?
37 CONTINUED: (2) 37
Like a limo driver?
No, for the movies...
You mean all those car chases and stuff?
He nods, a little embarrassed.
Isn't that dangerous?
He seems thrown by her concern.
It's just part-time. Most days I work in a
You should tell Benicio you're a stunt guy.
He interested in that kind of stuff?
Aren't all little boys?
She smiles softly and he realizes she's teasing him.
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.
Would you like another glass?
I should get going...
He catches the disappointment in her eyes, but she covers it
with another good humored smile.
37 CONTINUED: (3) 37
Well, thank you for your help.
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
You're Shannon's buddy, right? We met last
year. You drove me and my brother back from
41 CONTINUED: 41
Driver stares into the redneck's coked-up eyes, then looks back
down at his food.
Next run we hired another wheelman - I
spent six months in jail, my brother got
(He grins through yellowing teeth)
He wasn't much, mind you, just family...
Driver doesn't seem to hear him.
Thing is -
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.
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.
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.
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.
I can imagine. That thing must be older
than I am...
Driver turns around in surprise now, recognizing Irene's voice.
42 CONTINUED: 42
A mischievous smile lights up Shannon's face as he watches them.
You boys and girls know each other?
Driver ignores the sly look in the old man's eyes.
So what seems to be the problem, ma'am?
Either it doesn't start or it stalls.
Well, why don't we park her over there and
take a look...
Driver is still watching Irene quietly.
I can come back later if you're busy...
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.
...Just my opinion, but I think you should
consider buying a new car...
(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.
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.
That thing doesn't work.
(Without looking round)
Benicio watches him sullenly, more intrigued than he lets on.
Okay. Get in the car...
Benicio considers a moment, then turns and calls out to Irene.
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.
Your mom said you like movies?
Ever see the Terminator?
Benicio shakes his head.
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.
45 CONTINUED: 45
How long has he been working for you?
Don't worry, ma'am, your son'll be fine.
I didn't mean it like that...
Shannon smiles to himself, sensing her interest in Driver.
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...
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.
Thank you for today. He had a great time...
50 CONTINUED: 50
He stares back at her in the silence, both of them looking a
I'm sorry if I put you on the spot, you
know, just showing up like that...
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.
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.
...I still can't believe I bought this
piece of shit...
53 CONTINUED: 53
He grins, looking at Driver.
I thought maybe we'd take her for a run
Thursday or Friday.
I can't make Friday.
Yeah? Why's that?
I told Irene I'd drive her to Burbank.
You're seeing quite a lot of the young
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.
What's happening now?
He's telling him if he doesn't leave the
earth alone he'll fight him.
Irene calls out from her bedroom.
I'm almost ready...
Driver looks back at the screen. Werewolves appear now,
surrounding the hero.
Looks like he's in trouble.
Just as the fight begins the color on the TV screen flickers.
54 CONTINUED: 54
I'm gonna show you another trick...
Benicio watches curiously as Driver gets off the couch and
kneels beside the TV.
This is pretty complicated. You watching?
Benicio nods. Driver suddenly gives the TV set a hard smack and
the interference stops.
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.
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)
Irene's friend heads past Driver and scolds Benicio
It's 8:30. Teeth. Pyjamas. TV off.
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.
55 CONTINUED: 55
I've never come this way before...
It's a short cut...
The park looks pretty at night...
She looks at Driver, watching him quietly, then looks away
Irene takes a long time to answer, still staring out of the
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.
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
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.
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.
...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.
...Anyhow, now that I've completed my MBA
in catering from Chino Business School...
Irene, Benicio and I are finally going to
get our lives back together...
He raises his glass to her.
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.
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.
58 CONTINUED: 58
MAN'S VOICE ON THE PHONE
You're gonna come see me tomorrow, you
Across the crowded room, Irene is looking for Standard. She sees
him in the bedroom, switching off his phone, and heads over.
Benicio wants you to put him to bed.
He gives her a warm smile.
Who was that on the phone?
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.
He turns around and sees her standing there with a smile.
I'm sorry about the noise. I was going to
leave a note under your door warning you we
were having a party.
Don't worry. I won't complain.
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
60 CONTINUED: 60
The car works great by the way. Hasn't
Another awkward silence, so much she wants to say but can't.
Listen, if you're hungry we got plenty of
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.
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.
You're the new neighbor, right? Benicio's
told me all about you...
Driver seems unsure how to respond.
He's a great kid.
I can't take any of the credit. He's got a
Standard rests his hand gently on Benicio's head, still staring
He tells me you drive for the movies?
Must be pretty good?
I get by.
Not like a nine to five gig, huh?...
60 CONTINUED: (2) 60
He's still smiling but there's a slight edge to his voice. Irene
You want me to take that?
No, we got it.
His eyes are still fixed on Driver.
You want to come in, join us for a drink?
I've got some things to do.
At this hour of night?
Standard, he's busy...
Standard doesn't respond, still holding Driver's gaze.
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,
63 EXT/ INT. DRIVER'S CAR/ LA - DAY. 63
Anonymous streets roll by, Driver's eyes fixed on the road.
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
...We paid three hundred fucking grand for
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.
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.
(Pointing to a Thunderbird)
...How about that fucking pussy mobile over
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.
Try her out. She's more comfortable than a
66 CONTINUED: 66
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.
What does this fucking thing do?
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.
So, when's our first race?
You gonna be ready?
There's something gently challenging in his gaze.
I hope so...
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
He ever tell you how we met?
66 CONTINUED: (2) 66
Driver shakes his head.
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
Driver turns around and sees Irene's husband, Standard, heading
towards him with a confident smile.
You got a minute? I want to -
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.
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.
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.
Anything you need just let me know...
Driver nods. Bernie Rose studies him a moment, then finally
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.
67 CONTINUED: 67
Irene told me you'd fixed our car. How much
do I owe you?
Don't worry about it.
I do worry. I like to pay my debts.
Driver senses the quiet pride in his voice, and lets it go.
Call it fifty.
Standard counts out some bills from his tattered wallet, his
I was thinking of trading her in for a new
car. Something fast and cheap.
You can't have both.
Alright then, fast.
Even though he smiles Driver senses just a hint of tension on
his handsome face.
(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.
You must think I'm an asshole?
Driver isn't sure what he's getting at.
I wouldn't know.
Well, I am. Six months inside for holding
somebody else's stolen shit...
He smiles ironically, his gaze still fixed on Driver.
67 CONTINUED: (2) 67
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.
Hey, kid! Come say goodbye, the money
people are leaving!...
Driver and Standard stare at each other a moment longer then
Driver breaks off.
See you around...
Driver walks off, leaving Standard alone with his thoughts.
Shannon watches Standard curiously as Driver approaches.
Who was that?
What did I tell you about married women?
Nino can't resist another dig at Shannon.
What the fuck do you know about married
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
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.
Their eyes stay on each other, oblivious to the noise.
We haven't seen you around in a while. You
must have been pretty busy?...
You look pretty busy yourself...
She smiles, glancing at the tables she's supposed to serve.
What can I get you?
I already ate. I just wanted to see how you
His concern touches her and makes her uncomfortable at the same
We're okay. Standard thinks he may have
found a job so I can give up my night
Driver stares back at her with his intense gaze.
Benicio misses you...
From the way she says it she could almost be talking about
He keeps asking me to invite you for
69 CONTINUED: 69
I'd like that...
His gentle gaze is finally too much for her. She grins, excusing
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.
Can you move?
He's right here...
Driver glances at Benicio. He looks terrified. Standard raises
his head painfully and looks at his son.
72 CONTINUED: 72
It's okay, Benicio. I'm okay...
Driver watches the boy struggling to hold back his tears.
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.
Can I use your bathroom to clean up? I
don't want Irene to come home and see me
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.
Thanks. Sorry about getting all this blood
He's still shaken but tries to pass it off with a smile.
Fucking punks took me by surprise...
Driver watches him, unconvinced.
Fucking punks didn't look like they needed
Standard looks at him in surprise now.
You saw them, huh?...
Driver doesn't answer, waiting for him to continue. Standard
hesitates, still not sure whether to trust him.
You ever been inside?
73 CONTINUED: 73
Standard takes another glance at the items laid out neatly by
I owed some protection money in the joint.
Driver begins to see how worried he is.
They want twenty thousand. I told them I
couldn't pay so they want me to do a job
Is that why you need a car?
Standard stares back at him.
What did you say you were inside for?
A beat, then he finally opens up.
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
Why don't you take them away?
Where would I go? Irene finds out I fucked
up again I'll lose everything...
He sounds upset, angry with himself.
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.
74 INT. LIVING ROOM/ DRIVER'S APARTMENT/ ECHO PARK - NIGHT. 74
Benicio is watching a baseball game on TV, his back to Driver.
The little boy nods without turning round, still frightened by
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.
What have you got there?...
Benicio holds out his hand to reveal a small bullet. Driver
stares at it, then looks at him.
Who gave you that?...
One of those men. He told me not to lose
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
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.
I'll pay him out of what's left of my
share. I can't do something like this on my
76 CONTINUED: 76
You got Blanche...
He grins, looking at Driver now. Blanche doesn't even seem to
hear them, hung-over from the previous night.
You look like you're hard to work with?
Not if we understand each other.
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
I drive. That's all I do.
Blanche gets up from the table before Cook can respond.
Where are you going?
They've forgotten my Coke.
They'll bring it. Sit down.
(His eyes still fixed on Driver)
Standard, why don't you hire a fucking taxi
He didn't mean it like that, man...
Standard looks worried, trying to diffuse the tension.
So, what does he mean?
Driver looks him calmly in the eye.
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
Standard seems surprised by Driver's professional patter. So
does Cook. Even Blanche looks interested for once.
76 CONTINUED: (2) 76
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.
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.
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.
Good. Anything else?...
Driver stares back at him with his clear blue eyes.
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.
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.
...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?'...
It took me like a minute to get it...
78 CONTINUED: 78
Irene smiles awkwardly, glancing at Driver. Benicio grins, eager
to please his dad.
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.
Would you like some more chicken?
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.
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 -
Excuse my language, Benicio...
(Changing the subject)
How's the movie going?...
Irene looks at Standard as he pours himself another drink.
Don't you think that's enough?
Come on, we're celebrating. I've got my
family around me and our new friend...
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.
Are you working on anything else?
Stop asking the poor guy all these
Then why don't you go ahead and talk for
all of us.
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.
Where you wanna go, Benicio?...
His quiet confidence concerns her even more.
Forget Disneyland. I'm gonna take you and
your mother away from this bullshit city -
Benicio, it's time for bed -
Your papa's got it all figured out -
Benicio, you heard me -
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.
78 CONTINUED: (3) 78
She hesitates, torn, then looks up at him again, needing to
confide in someone.
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.
You don't have to do this.
(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.
Irene and Benicio think the world of you,
you know that, right?...
Driver glances at him, sensing his anxiety.
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.
81 CONTINUED: 81
It's not too late...
Standard considers a moment, then shakes his head.
I gotta do this for them...
He forces a smile, slips on his sunglasses, then finally opens
You got five minutes...
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
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.
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.
...Christ, there wasn't supposed to be this
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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.
How much did Cook tell you you could expect
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.
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
BENICIO'S VOICE ON THE PHONE
Driver hears the tremor in his voice.
BENICIO'S VOICE ON THE PHONE
Is your mom there?...
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.
Driver pauses, still on the phone to Benicio.
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.
...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.
...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
Driver switches off the TV, staring at the blank screen in
surprise. He turns to Blanche.
The guy saw you grab the money and jump in
the car -- why didn't he say anything?
I've no idea.
Any idea there'd be another car waiting?
86 CONTINUED: 86
This time she takes a fraction too long to answer.
I already told you everything -
Driver suddenly slaps her -- hard.
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.
...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.
You were gonna rip us off and split the
She nods guiltily.
How long have you known him?
Just a couple months. We were fooling
around. I've never been mixed up in
anything like this -
You know his real name?
He told me it was Chris, but I just called
You're going to take me to him right now,
She nods, terrified, tears running down her face.
....Can I go wash up?...
Driver nods distractedly, his mind racing. Blanche heads over to
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
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.
89 CONTINUED: 89
Why didn't you tell me?...
All he hears is silence on the other end.
Well, I guess it's done now...
He leans back against a car.
How big's the take?...
DRIVER'S VOICE ON THE PHONE
One million I guess...
He looks dazed by the thought of so much money.
You better bring it over.
DRIVER'S VOICE ON THE PHONE
I'm hurt. I need a doctor to patch me up...
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.
93 CONTINUED: 93
...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
Driver looks up at him warily from Shannon's pull out bed.
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.
Take a hit off that. Chances are you'll
Driver shakes his head, closing his eyes. Shannon watches him
quietly, concerned for him but also curious about the money.
What did you do with the cash?
Shannon hesitates, but can't help himself.
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.
Just think what we could do with all that
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.
This guy Cook got a real name?...
Maybe Chris. Probably not...
I'll ask Bernie if he's heard of him...
93 CONTINUED: (2) 93
Driver grimaces again as Doc pulls out another shard of glass.
I wish you'd talked to me first...
Driver doesn't reply, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
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.
You want some coffee?
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.
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...
So, what's your interest in the Seventh
Shannon doesn't understand, looking confused.
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
A friend of mine owes him some money. I was
wondering if you knew him?
Yeah, I know him. He's a crazy Albanian. If
I were your friend I'd pay up.
94 CONTINUED: 94
Bernie Rose pours himself a cup of coffee in the kitchenette.
You wake me up this early this friend must
be a close friend?
How's our car by the way?
We're all set for next month.
And our driver?
He's doing great.
That's what you should worry about...
Shannon smiles back but Bernie senses how distracted he is.
You want my advice? Let your friend work it
out for himself. Don't take pills for other
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.
Cook moved office again?
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.
96 CONTINUED: 96
Driver takes a hammer out of his jacket, then starts turning the
door handle as if he can't get in.
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.
Should've figured you for a shill. Who were
you fronting for?
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.
Whose money am I holding?
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.
Who's money am I holding?
(Barely able to get the words out)
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
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.
Hello?...I'm afraid we're closed. Could you
call back after twelve...
100 EXT. PARKING LOT/ BURGER KING/ SUNSET BOULEVARD - DAY. 100
Driver leans against his car, talking on Cook's cell phone.
I could, but your boss won't be happy when
he finds out you've kept him waiting...
Tan Suit looks curious now.
Can I ask what this is about?
I have something that belongs to him.
And that would be?
A million dollars...
There's a pause on the other line now.
TAN SUIT O/S
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.
102 CONTINUED: 102
You have something that fucking belongs to
The voice is unmistakable. Driver stares quietly.
Seems that way...
And you're calling me why? You expect me to
buy my fucking stuff back from you?...
I'm not selling. I give you a time and
place, you come collect your stuff...
And what do you get out of it?...
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
Your partners happy with that?...
I don't have partners...
You discuss this with anyone else?
Nino begins to relax now, still calculating.
You're not very good at this, are you?...
This isn't what I do. I'll call again with
Driver switches the cell phone off.
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.
...I'll be back before you go to bed. How's
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.
Are you going to be okay?
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.
You got a minute?...
She looks at him in a daze.
Where have you been?...
He stares back at her in silence.
I tried to reach you. Standard's been -
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.
Driver looks over at the little boy.
104 CONTINUED: 104
Irene begins to see the guilt in his eyes and slowly it hits
her. She stares in disbelief, reeling.
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.
I can't talk now. I have to go.
Can I give you a ride?
She stares at him in dismay, close to tears.
The car's working fine.
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.
(Almost a whisper)
Driver misunderstands, thinking she's talking about Standard.
He was into one of the prison gangs for a
lot of money. He was trying to protect you.
She walks faster now, striding towards the elevator. Driver
I still have the money. Whatever you need -
She turns around and slaps him hard.
What are you, a bank? I work for a living.
I don't need your widow's pension!
105 CONTINUED: 105
Her eyes well up with tears, staring at him in anger and
Just tell me one thing. How did he talk you
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.
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.
Sorry, I'm supposed to be going down...
So are we...
She steps into the elevator. Driver follows her in.
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.
107 CONTINUED: 107
I'm leaving. I want you to come with me...
Irene can't believe what she's hearing.
What are you talking about?
You and Benicio...
She's almost too stunned to speak, walking even faster now.
You're crazy. I don't even know you -
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.
It doesn't work like that.
She stops and looks at him.
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
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
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
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
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
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.
108a CONTINUED: 108a
Nino's guys came after me. How did they
know about Irene?
Shannon takes a moment to reply, looking dazed.
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.
Let me talk to Bernie again. They probably
didn't listen to him -
It's too late...
Shannon says nothing now, knowing he's right.
They're gonna come after you to find me.
You have to leave...
Shannon takes this in slowly.
What are you gonna do?...
Driver doesn't answer, but from his silence Shannon can guess.
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.
109 OMITTED 109
110 INT. NINO'S PIZZERIA - MORNING. 110
Bernie Rose looks quietly furious.
...I already gave you my advice. You should
have taken your money and left this guy
Nino and Cook sit opposite him, both of Cook's hands broken now.
It's not that simple, Bernie.
Not now that it's bounced up in your face.
Mr. Paolozzi, I owe you this guy. Just give
me the okay and I'll -
You like taking orders, go shut the blinds.
He looks at Cook's broken hands.
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.
...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
The lights in the restaurant gradually fade as Cook shuts the
You stole from the East Coast mob?
I stole from a jumped up punk who was gonna
step on our business -
110 CONTINUED: 110
And where did this punk find a million
dollars? You ever consider he may have
consulted some higher-ups? You even bother
to check? -
I don't give a fuck who gave him their
blessing. This is my city -
Your city? This is a big city, pal, and
last time I checked we were partners! -
We are partners -
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.
This was off to the side, Bernie. I didn't
wanna involve you.
Well, now you fucked up I am involved.
Anyone finds out you stole from the family
they'll kill both of us -
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.
Those old men gave us the funds to move out
And I made them a lotta money. I made you a
lotta money too...
He stares at Bernie, genuinely indignant now.
110 CONTINUED: (2) 110
I pay them half of everything I fucking
earn and then they set up some fucking kid
from Philadelphia just because he's a
There's a hint of sympathy in Bernie's eyes.
The money always flows up, Izzy. You know
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.
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.
What about this prick?
He doesn't even bother to look at Cook.
Mr. Paolozzi -
The two friends stare at each other as if Cook didn't exist.
Are you asking my permission?
I'm asking for your help. I shoulda' come
to you first, Bernie. I know that. We're a
He stares at Bernie apologetically, appealing to their
I'll pay you back the three hundred you
spent on the race car.
It's not about the money...
He stares out quietly, torn.
110 CONTINUED: (3) 110
Nino nods in gratitude.
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.
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.
All these priceless cars, you should get
Door's always open to you...
Bernie Rose heads towards him with his hands in his coat
Thinking about it.
111 CONTINUED: 111
I'm looking for your driver.
You break in like this I figure it's bad
It's bad luck. Two thousand heists in this
city a year, he had to pick the wrong one.
He tried to put it right.
Picked the wrong guy for that too. My
partner's a belligerent asshole with his
back against the wall...
He stops, facing Shannon.
Right now so am I. I don't take care of
this I'm in big trouble...
He stares at his old friend.
Any idea where he is?
Probably across the border by now. Mexico.
Belize. That's where I'd go...
Bernie Rose smiles, not believing a word.
He just walked out on you after everything
you've done for him, took all the money?
That's gratitude, I guess.
Bernie Rose can't help grinning, fond of Shannon despite
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.
111 CONTINUED: (2) 111
Anyone else I'd take your side...
Anyone else I'd do the same...
Bernie Rose watches him with a mixture of affection and regret.
What's this fucking kid to you anyway?
Shannon shrugs, no idea himself.
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
Then I'm glad you got here first...
Bernie Rose holds his gaze, then looks away, admiring the shiny
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...
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.
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
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.
Bernie Rose, next apartment over -
Yeah, I know. I'm kind of busy here.
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.
You all right, Shonda?
The woman nods without meeting his eyes.
Get the hell out of my -
Bernie doesn't give him time to finish, clamping a powerful hand
on his throat.
What's your fucking name?
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?
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?
111b CONTINUED: 111b
He jerks the husband's neck forward, making him nod.
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
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.
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.
117 INT. NINO'S PIZZERIA - SUNSET. 117
Several of Nino's men look up as Driver enters but none of them
Driver stares past them at Nino in the kitchen, surrounded by
more of his men. We feel his mind calculating then he walks out
118 EXT. NINO'S PIZZERIA - NIGHT. 118
Nino emerges with his bodyguards now, heading towards one of the
(To one of his men)
I'm going to pick up my wife. I'll meet you
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.
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.
...Sure, Carlo, I'll send him your
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.
...Nice talking to you too...
(As he hangs up)
132 EXT. ENTRADA DRIVE/ PACIFIC PALISADES - NIGHT. 132
Both cars head into Entrada Drive.
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
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.
...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
143 INT. NINO'S CAR/ PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - NIGHT. 143
Nino sounds apologetic.
...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.
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.
When this is over I'll make it up to you, I
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
How many times I heard that before...
149 INT. NINO'S CAR/ PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - NIGHT. 149
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.
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.
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.
DRIVER'S VOICE ON THE PHONE
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.
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.
I'd say this has gone far enough. See any
reason why it should go on?...
Doesn't have to...
158 CONTINUED: 158
Then we should talk. You know a place
called the Great Wall -- out on Sherman
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.
Care for a glass?...
Driver doesn't smile, gazing back at him across the table.
Bernie Rose doesn't seem to care.
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.
The duck, please. For two.
He waits for the waitress to leave, then turns back to Driver.
You've been on a roll. Cut yourself quite a
swath out there.
160 CONTINUED: 160
I never asked for any of it.
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.
Anyway it's water under the bridge now.
Question is where does that leave us?
That's up to you.
You bring the cash?
Driver nods. Bernie Rose studies him quietly.
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
Don't worry. Nobody else knows about her.
You still see her?...
She's not interested.
She's got her head screwed on right. I got
two ex-wives, three kids, four
grandchildren. Not one of them speaks to me
He smiles again, looking into Driver's eyes with just a hint of
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.
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
Sounds like we have a problem...
And just when we were getting to know each
Their eyes are fixed on each other, deadly enemies but kindred
spirits of a kind.
...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...
I just thought you should know...
Driver stares back at him quietly.
What do you suggest I do?
First time I heard about you, Shannon told
me you drove. Fast. That's a start...
He keeps staring at Driver, then smiles.
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.
How much does something like this cost?
Nine, ten thousand. If you can find one
that still runs.
161 CONTINUED: 161
Maybe I'll take yours. Part of our deal.
He grins, then holds out his hand for the gym bag.
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
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
164 EXT. ECHO PARK - DAY. 164
Irene and Benicio sit in the park.
(Picking up her phone)
The blazing sun beats down. Driver walks through a long corridor
of glinting cars.
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.
You got a pen? I need you to write
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
IRENE'S VOICE ON THE PHONE
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...
What do you want me to do with it?...
Driver walks with difficulty, finding it hard to breathe.
It's yours. It's safe to keep it...
All around him the Chevys, Dodges, and Fords glitter in the
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.
164 CONTINUED: (2) 164
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.
Just out of breath...
Finally he spots a beautiful white Camaro up ahead.
How're you doing?...
For the first time we see the Echo Park fountain sparkling in
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.
I gotta go Irene...
Meeting you was the best thing that ever
happened to me...
Irene smiles sadly.
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
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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
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.