Collateral

Max:
Hey.

Max:
He, he, he fell on the cab. He fell, he fell from up there on the motherf***ing cab. Sh*t. I think he's dead.

Vincent:
Good guess.

Max:
You killed him?

Vincent:
No, I shot him. Bullets and the fall killed him.

Max:
I can't drive you around while you're killing folks. It ain't my job!

Vincent:
Tonight it is.

Vincent:
Okay, look, here's the deal. Man, you were gonna drive me around tonight, never be the wiser, but El Gordo got in front of a window, did his high dive, we're into Plan B. Still breathing? Now we gotta make the best of it, improvise, adapt to the environment, Darwin, sh*t happens, I Ching, whatever man, we gotta roll with it.

Max:
I Ching? What are you talking about, man? You threw a man out of a window.

Vincent:
I didn't throw him. He *fell*

Max:
Well what did he do to you?

Vincent:
What?

Max:
What did he do to *you*?

Vincent:
Nothing. I only met him tonight.

Max:
You just met him once and you killed him like that?

Vincent:
What? I should only kill people after I get to know them?

Vincent:
Slow down!

Max:
Shoot me!

Vincent:
You OK?

Airport Man:
Yeah, I'm fine mate, don't worry about it.

Max:
First time in L.A.?

Vincent:
No. Tell you the truth, whenever I'm here I can't wait to leave. It's too sprawled out, disconnected. You know? That's me. You like it?

Max:
It's my home.

Vincent:
17 million people. This is got to be the fifth biggest economy in the world and nobody knows each other. I read about this guy who gets on the MTA here, dies.

Max:
Oh.

Vincent:
Six hours he's riding the subway before anybody notices his corpse doing laps around L.A., people on and off sitting next to him. Nobody notices.

Vincent:
Guy gets on the subway and dies. Think anybody'll notice?

Vincent:
Lady Macbeth. Leave the seats. The light's green. We're sitting here.

Vincent:
You no longer have the cleanest cab in La-La Land. You gotta live with that. * Focus on the job. Drive.

Traffic Cop #2:
Hey, is this blood up here on your windshield?

Max:
Yeah, uh, yeah. I hit a deer.

Traffic Cop #1:
You hit a deer?

Max:
Yeah, over on, uh, it was on Slauson.

Traffic Cop #1:
A South Central deer?

Fanning:
Ramone went through that window, splat. Glass here, then tires rolled over it.

Richard Weidner:
Maybe he jumped.

Fanning:
Sure. He's depressed, so he jumps four stories out of a window onto his head. "Well, that feels better." He picks himself up. "Now I think I'll go on with the rest of my day."

Daniel:
I mean, everybody and their momma knew you don't just come up and talk to Miles Davis. I mean, he may have looked like he was chilling, but he was absorbed. This one hip couple, one of them tried to shake his hand one day. And the guy says, "Hi, my name is..." Miles said, "Get the f*** outta my face, you jive motherf***er, and take your silly b*tch with you."

Pedrosa:
What's up? Why do you want to know about our case?

Fanning:
Any unusual activity tonight?

Pedrosa:
Like what?

Fanning:
That relates to a series of murders in Wilshire Central or West Hollywood?

Pedrosa:
All quiet on the western front. Various people are asleep. Various people are awake. They come and go in cars, pickups, taxis. Other than that, we watch the air move.

Felix:
Do you believe in Santa Claus?

Max:
No.

Felix:
Nor do I. Nor do I, but my children do. They are still small. But do you know who they like even better than Santa Claus? His helper, Pedro el Negro. Black Peter. There's an old Mexican tale that tells of how Santa Claus got so very busy looking out for the good children that he had to hire some help to look out for the bad children. So he hired Pedro. And Santa Claus gave him a list with all the names of all the bad children. And Pedro would come every night to check them out. And the people, the little kids that were misbehaving, that were not saying their prayers, Pedro would leave a little toy donkey on their window. A little burro. And he would come back, and if the children were still misbehaving, Pedro would take them away, and nobody would ever see them again. Now, if I am being Santa Claus, and you are Pedro, how do you think jolly Santa Claus would feel if one day Pedro came into his office and said, 'I lost the list.' How f***ing furious do you think he will get?

Fanning:
According to the cab company's dispatch unit, he's been driving that cab for twelve years.

Pedrosa:
So what?

Fanning:
So you're telling me the guy walks into a phone booth, and shazam, changes into a meat-eater super assassin? What's he do, squeeze them in between fares?

Max:
I'm not taking you to see my mother.

Vincent:
Since when was any of this negotiable?

Felix:
Now you're here. Why?

Max:
I lost my stuff. The list.

Felix:
I want you to listen to me real well. Special groups put together the list of dedos.

Max:
Dedos?

Felix:
Fingers, informants. Signal interceptions with voice-recognition software, surveillance. A very expensive counter-intelligence worked up that list. An important list, wouldn't you say? And you lost it?

Max:
Yeah, I'm sorry. Sorry.

Felix:
Sorry? 'Sorry' does not put Humpty Dumpty back together again.

Max:
The fat man, the penthouse guy, the jazz man. That leaves two.

Felix:
Can you finish?

Max:
In six years, when have I not?

Vincent:
You're alive. I saved you. Do I get any thanks? No. All you can do is clam up. You wanna talk? Tell me to f*** off?

Max:
F*** off.

Max:
Why didn't you just kill me and get another cab driver?

Vincent:
Cause you're good. We're in this together. Fates intertwined. Cosmic Coincidence.

Max:
You're full of sh*t.

Vincent:
I'm full of sh*t? You're a monument of it. You even bullshitted yourself, all I am is taking out the garbage, killing bad people.

Max:
Yeah, well that's what you said.

Vincent:
You believed me?

Max:
Then what'd they do?

Vincent:
How do I know, you know? They all got that 'witness for the prosecution' look to me. Probably some major federal indictment of somebody who majorly does not want to get indicted.

Vincent:
There's no good reason, there's no bad reason to live or to die.

Max:
Then what are you?

Vincent:
I'm indifferent.

Max:
What's with you?

Vincent:
As in?

Max:
As in, if somebody had a gun to your head and said, 'you gotta tell me what's going on with this person over here or I'm gonna kill you. What is driving him? What was he thinking?' You know, you couldn't do it, could you, because they would have to kill your ass 'cause you don't know what anyone else is thinking. I think you're low, my brother. Way low. Like, what were you? One of those institutionalized raised guys? Anybody home? The standard parts that are supposed to be there in people, in you aren't. And why haven't you killed me yet?

Vincent:
Of all the cabbies in L.A., I get Max: Sigmund Freud meets Dr. Ruth.

Max:
What's with you?

Vincent:
As in?

Max:
As in if somebody had a gun to your head and said: "You got to tell me what's going on with this person over here or I'm gonna kill you. What is driving him? What was he thinking?" You know, you couldn't do it, could you, because they would have to kill your ass because you don't know what anyone else is thinking. I think you're low, my brother. Way low. Like, what were you? One of those institutionalized raised guys? Anybody home? The standard parts that are supposed to be there in people, in you... aren't. And why haven't you killed me yet?

Vincent:
Of all the cabbies in L.A. I get Max: Sigmund Freud meets Dr. Ruth.

Vincent:
Well, that was brillant.

Max:
Didn't have your seat belt on?

Daniel:
Just when I thought you were a cool guy.

Vincent:
I am a cool guy, with a job I contracted to do.

Vincent:
If you open that trunk, they go inside.

Max:
How long have you been doing this? In case anyone asks?

Vincent:
About six years in the private sector.

Vincent:
Lets go.

Max:
Hey, why don't you just take the cab?

Vincent:
Take the cab?

Max:
Yeah, you take it. I'll - I'll chill. I'll - I'll just chill. They don't even know who's driving these things half the time anyway. They never check or anything. Okay... so... just - just take it. You, me...

Vincent:
You promise not to tell anybody right?

Max:
Yeah... yeah... yeah... promise.

Vincent:
Get in the f***ing car.

Max:
I'm sorry.

Felix:
Sorry? Sorry does not put humpty dumpty back together again.

Vincent:
Yo, homie. Is that my briefcase?

Vincent:
Well, that was brilliant...

Vincent:
Max, six billion people on the planet, you're getting bent out of shape cause of one fat guy.

Max:
Well, who was he?

Vincent:
What do you care? Have you ever heard of Rwanda?

Max:
Yes, I know Rwanda.

Vincent:
Well, tens of thousands killed before sundown. Nobody's killed people that fast since Nagasaki and Hiroshima. Did you bat an eye, Max?

Max:
What?

Vincent:
Did you join Amnesty International, Oxfam, Save the Whales, Greenpeace, or something? No. I off one fat Angelino and you throw a hissy fit.

Max:
Man, I don't know any Rwandans.

Vincent:
You don't know the guy in the trunk, either.

Traffic Cop #2:
Hey, man, what did you do, have a food fight in here?

Vincent:
Max, I do this for a living!

Max:
How do you like being a lawyer?

Annie:
What are you, psychic?

Max:
Little bit. There's the dark pin-stripe suit, elegant, not too flashy, that rules out advertising, plus a top-drawer briefcase that you live out of. And the purse. A Bottega. Anyway, a man gets in my cab with a sword, I figure he's a sushi chef. You: Clarence Darrow.

Vincent:
You attract attention, you're going to get people killed who didn't need to be.

Vincent:
Most people - same job, same gig, doing the same thing 10 years from now. Us, we don't know what we are doing 10 minutes from now.

Vincent:
What's your name?

Max:
Max.

Vincent:
Max. I'm Vincent.

Felix:
What do you think?

Max:
I think...

Max:
I think you should you should tell that guy behind me to put his gun down.

Felix:
What?

Max:
I said I think you should tell that guy behind me to put his gun down, before I take it and beat his b*tch ass with it.

Max:
How did your father die?

Vincent:
I killed him. I was twelve.

Vincent:
Just kidding. Liver disease.

Annie:
Well, how many cabbies do you know get you into an argument to save you money?

Max:
If there were two of us I'd have to kill the other one. I don't like competition.

Vincent:
Okay, look, here's the deal. Man, you were gonna drive me around tonight, never be the wiser, but El Gordo got in front of a window, did his high dive, we're into Plan B. Still breathing? Now we gotta make the best of it, improvise, adapt to the environment, Darwin, sh*t happens, I Ching, whatever man, we gotta roll with it.

Max:
I Ching? What are you talking about, man? You threw a man out of a window.

Vincent:
I didn't throw him. He fell.

Max:
Well what did he do to you?

Vincent:
What?

Max:
What did he do to you?

Vincent:
Nothing. I only met him tonight.

Max:
You just met him once and you killed him like that?

Vincent:
What? I should only kill people after I get to know them? Max, six billion people on the planet, you're getting bent out of shape cause of one fat guy.

Max:
Well, who was he?

Vincent:
What do you care? Have you ever heard of Rwanda?

Max:
Yes, I know Rwanda.

Vincent:
Well, tens of thousands killed before sundown. Nobody's killed people that fast since Nagasaki and Hiroshima. Did you bat an eye, Max?

Max:
What?

Vincent:
Did you join Amnesty International, Oxfam, Save the Whales, Greenpeace, or something? No. I off one fat Angelino and you throw a hissy fit.

Max:
Man, I don't know any Rwandans.

Vincent:
You don't know the guy in the trunk, either.

Vincent:
Lady Macbeth, we're sitting here and the light's green. Leave the seats.

[A car horn honks behind Max. The car whips around them to get through the intersection]

Max:
A**hole!

Vincent:
You no longer have the cleanest cab in La-La Land. You gotta live with that. Focus on the job. Drive.

Max:
[Max is on the radio dispatch with his boss, Lenny] Yeah, Lenny, what's up? It's me.

Lenny:
Just got off the phone with the cops. Desk sergeant called to check if you brought the cab in?

Max:
Yeah, so?

Lenny:
So, aside from I hate talking to cops, they tell me you crashed the goddamn cab?

Max:
No, no, I got crashed into. I didn't...

Lenny:
Do I care what, where, why? You're paying.

Vincent:
[to Max] It was an accident. You're not liable.

Max:
It was an accident. I'm not liable.

Lenny:
Bullshit. I'm making you liable. It's coming out of your goddamn pocket.

Vincent:
[to Max] You tell him to stick this cab up his fat ass.

Max:
I can't do that, that's my boss.

Vincent:
So?

Max:
I need my job.

Vincent:
No, you don't.

Lenny:
Still there? I'm talking to you. Max. Max!

Vincent:
[over the radio] He's not paying you a damn thing.

Lenny:
Who the hell is this?

Vincent:
Albert Ricardo, Assistant U.S. Attorney, a passenger in this cab, and I'm reporting you to the DMV.

Lenny:
Let's not, oh, let's not get excited.

Vincent:
Not get excited? How am I supposed to not get excited? Listen, you try to extort a working man. You know goddamn well your collision policy and general liability umbrella will cover the damages. And what are you trying to pull, you sarcastic prick?

Lenny:
Look, I was just trying to...

Vincent:
Tell it to him. [to Max] Tell him he's an a**hole. Go ahead.

Max:
[to Lenny] You're an a**hole.

Vincent:
Tell him he pulls this sh*t again, you're gonna stick this yellow cab up his fat ass.

Max:
[to Lenny] And, and next time you pull any sh*t, I'm gonna... I'm gonna have to stick this yellow cab up... up your fat ass.

Vincent:
They project onto you their flaws, what they don't like about themselves. I had a father like that.

Max:
Mothers are worse.

Vincent:
Wouldn't know. My mother died before I remember her.

Max:
What about your father?

Vincent:
Hated everything I did. Got drunk, beat me up. In and out of foster homes, that kinda thing.

Max:
And then?

Vincent:
I killed him. I was twelve.

[Pauses, then laughs]

Vincent:
I'm kidding. He died of liver disease.

Max:
Well, I'm sorry.

Vincent:
No, you're not.

Max:
How long have you been doing this? In case anyone asks?

Vincent:
Private sector? Six years.

Max:
Uh... you get health benefits? Pension...?

Vincent:
No, and no paid vacation. Quit stalling, and get in there.

Vincent:
I am a cool guy, with a job I contracted to do.

Vincent:
[after the nightclub shootout] Only thing that didn't show up is the Polish cavalry.

Vincent:
Don't get me cornered. You don't have the trunk space.

Vincent:
[after Max destroys his briefcase] All my prep was in there! You are screwing with my work! Let's see what else you can do.

Vincent:
Most people, ten years from now, same job, same place, same routine. Everything the same. Just keeping it safe over and over and over. Ten years from now. Man, you don’t know where you’ll be ten minutes from now . . .

Vincent:
[aims a handgun at Max] Red light, Max.

Vincent:
Get with it. Millions of galaxies of hundreds of millions of stars, and a speck on one in a blink. That's us, lost in space. The cop, you, me... Who notices?

Vincent:
[Mockingly] "Someday, someday my dream will come?" One night you'll wake up and you'll discover it never happened. It's all turned around on you, and it never will. Suddenly you are old. It didn't happen, and it never will because you were never going to do it anyway. You'll push it into memory, then zone out in your barcalounger, being hypnotized by daytime TV for the rest of your life. Don't you talk to me about murder. All it ever took was a down payment on a Lincoln Town Car, and that girl... you can't even call that girl. What the f*** are you still doing driving a cab?

Vincent:
Six hours he's riding the subway before anybody notices his corpse doing laps around L.A., people on and off sitting next to him. Nobody notices.

Max:
[about Vincent] Definitely not from around here.

Max:
[after seeing the guy fall on his cab's roof] My man, you all right?

Max:
[right before he crashes the cab, to Vincent] Go f*** yourself.

Max:
I'm not Vincent, my name is Max! I'm a goddamn cab driver!

Max:
If I'm wrong you get an apology, I already used up my free ride for tonight.