Hotwired in Suburbia (2020) - full transcript

Hurry up!

I'm going as fast

as I can.

No, you're not. You're milking

it to piss me off.

You're so paranoid.

Come on.

Whoo!

Slow down!

Come on.

Whoo! Baby!

How's it handle?

Steering's mushy,

front end alignment's soft,

and RPMs are running a bit hot.

My God. You're such a nerd.

Pull over, I want to drive.

Forget it.

I stole it, I get to drive it.

Come on, Em.

You always get to drive it.

But this is really fun.

- Crap.

- Just pull over.

It's okay, it's okay.

We'll be fine.

We're in a stolen car.

It's fine, okay?

Trust me.

I've talked my way out of

worse situations. Don't worry.

There's something

I didn't tell you.

I don't actually have

my driver's license.

What?

My mom wouldn't even let me

take the test.

She's scared I'll die

in a crash.

Em, my God.

Are you kidding me right now?

I've got possible suspects.

What do we do?

Hang on.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

My God.

Holy crap.

I don't see them.

Em, where are we going to go?

Hang on.

That was awesome.

Yeah, I'm glad you liked it,

because we are so not

doing that again.

Yeah, right. Where have I

heard that before?

I'm serious, Max!

No more joyriding.

Okay. Jeez.

Bite my head off.

Can't a girl just have

a little fun?

I'm sorry she's

still in pieces, Dad.

Parts cost money and

minimum wage sucks.

Maybe you should ask

for more shifts.

They can barely afford to

keep me on as it is.

Maybe you should

look for a better job.

I need a car for a better job,

and a driver's license.

Nice try.

Is there something you

want to tell me?

Like how awesome of

a mom you are?

It's a school night, Em.

I'm sorry, I lost track of time.

Yeah, right. Well, I don't know

where you and Max go every night

but a little bit more

focus on the future

wouldn't hurt either of you.

Come on, don't you

have homework or something?

I already did it.

All right.

Well, just call next time

so I'm not worrying.

Deal.

Anything else?

Yeah. Get your butt in bed,

it's almost 11.

Miss Wheeler, can I have a word?

What?

First of all, you

can drop the attitude.

Second of all,

you're supposed to be

on the machine press today.

You have a project

due, remember?

You said I could

do engines first.

When you're

done your other work.

By the time I get back you

better be well on your way

to a lawn dart, young lady.

Lawn darts, really?

What a prick.

He just resents the fact that

I'm a better mechanic than him.

Really? Are you?

You've been here

for what? Two days?

So I forgive you for

not knowing that.

I see.

So you think you're the queen of

this little ant farm?

What do you say we...

we prove it to you?

Be my guest.

You're sure you're up for this?

Bring it, new guy.

Okay, neither of these

cars can start without a key.

On your mark, get set...

hotwire!

Yeah! That's the stuff!

Keep going. Keep going.

Car.

How the hell did you do that?

Powered the starter.

All right.

Thanks.

- I'm Dylan.

- Emily.

Nice ink.

You like? Got that

my first week in juvie.

So that's why I haven't

seen you around.

Yeah.

Not my finest six months.

Six.

What'd you do? Rob a bank?

Do you really have to ask?

My God. Is this where

tires come to die?

How did you even

find this place?

An old friend of my

dad's recommended it.

You can find any tire you want.

Yeah, well, the only thing we're

getting here is the evil eye.

Hi. I called about

the '70 Dodge Charger.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We got that.

- You sure you don't need two?

- I'm good.

- All right.

- Yeah. Here you go.

Yeah, cash only.

I don't have enough.

Can you spot me?

I'll pay you back as soon as

I get to an ATM.

Em.

Thank you.

All right.

God, this place is so weird.

- I love it.

- Of course you do.

Stevie.

You got it, you got it.

Em!

Hey.

- Cool.

- Pleasure doing business.

Thanks.

- You got it?

- Yup.

What?

The VIN number from that car

was missing.

So?

So that's illegal.

I think that car was stolen

and they were stripping

it for parts.

Stop. You think Homeboy's

running a chop-shop in there?

What do you want to do?

Go get our money back?

No. It'll be twice as much

anywhere else.

Let's just go.

You sure you don't want

to drop off a resume?

Funny. Ha-ha!

Hey! I'm so sorry I'm late.

The bus driver wouldn't

wait for me

and then I had to take a cab

and there was traffic.

What?

"Things are tight"?

Really?

You're like her best employee.

My mom will be happy.

She wanted me to get

a better job anyway.

Like what?

Stocking boxes?

Maybe you could

scrape gum off of

the bleachers at school.

Okay, it's not like I have

a lot of options.

I'm making a point.

Working more of these

crappy jobs

isn't going to get you anywhere.

You want me to go back to that

chop-shop, don't you?

Yes, I do.

I can't steal cars for money.

We're already stealing cars

for free.

Why not get

a little more out of it

other than just a good old

lady boner?

Come on!

What's the worst

that can happen?

We're underage, which means

we're practically untouchable.

If they catch us, we go to

juvie for a few months

and, you know, say hi to your

boyfriend's friends.

Big deal.

Okay, he's not my boyfriend.

Not yet.

Can we do this?

Just let me do all

the talking, okay?

And please, take the stick

out of your butt.

I don't think

I heard y'all right.

I think you did.

You trying to play me, girl?

We're just trying to do

a business deal, that's all.

You need inventory,

and let's be real,

you don't really care

where it comes from.

We can help with that.

As long as you're willing

to cut us in.

Y'all either real

stupid or cops.

And I know y'all ain't no cops.

Right?

Show 'em, Em.

Where is she going?

Just watch, okay?

No, hold up.

No, seriously, just wait.

Girl, do your thing.

I ain't got no

time for all of this, man.

Trust me. You're going to want

to see this, okay?

This is my shop.

You understand that?

- Just give her a second.

- So get you girl out of there.

I ain't got no time.

We should talk about money.

We were thinking a flat fee

of $500 per car to start.

What do you say?

Yeah. Okay.

Hit it, girl!

Let's see how fast

this one can go!

Push it!

Whoo!

Honey! Dinner.

Wash your hands, okay?

- Soap.

- Be right there.

How was school today?

I don't know, it's school.

What do you want me to say?

Well, how's the car

coming along?

Spending a lot of time in there.

I think I'm going to have to

rebuild the engine.

Sounds expensive.

Not really.

I can get cheap parts.

For a car like that?

Where?

Scrapyard.

Scrapyard?

I thought the point was

to fix it up.

You don't know anything

about cars, Mom.

That was your father's

area of expertise.

You know I'm not trying

to punish you, right?

Could have fooled me.

I just don't want you growing up

thinking that the only thing

that matters in life is how fast

you go from zero to 60.

Do we have to talk about

this right now?

- We never talk about this.

- You never talk about it!

Dad dies in a crash and suddenly

I'm not allowed to do

the one thing I actually

want to with my life.

It's not fair, Mom.

Yeah.

Maybe it's not.

And maybe you're right.

Look, I've been doing

some thinking.

I...

I'm going to let you take

a driver's test,

but I do not want you

driving too fast.

And as long as you get straight

A's this semester.

- Mom.

- And not just in shop class...

Or industrial arts.

Why do grads matter so much?

You and Dad went to

community college.

Why do you act like if I'm not

on the honour roll,

then my life is over?

Because your father wanted

the best for you.

He didn't want you living in

the past, in his past,

obsessed with this damn car.

Em! Em!

I didn't...

It is an

impressive presentation.

Your words.

You know, cars are, um,

they're my passion.

Well, the passion is

certainly on the page.

Well, I'm glad you think so.

Unfortunately, I just don't

see how exotic car rentals

can generate enough income to

make sense on a balance sheet.

I... I hear you.

I do. Um...

I know that the margins

are not much,

but if you take a close

look at my estimates

you'll see that I've put a lot

of thought into this and...

I ran the numbers, Mr. Curnow.

So did I. So did I.

I... Many times.

I ran them twice.

And I'm... I'm sorry

but with your credit history...

Hold on now. I'm working

on that credit history.

That's something... I'm in

the middle of fixing.

With your current

credit history,

I... I just don't see

how I can help you.

And to be frank,

I don't know of any

bank that would.

I appreciate you time.

- Your artwork, Mr. Curnow.

- Yeah.

Throw that in the trash.

Sure you want to do that?

Do what?

Walk away from me?

Are we flirting?

'Cause I've been away for a

while and I'm a little rusty.

What do you think?

I think if you're not doing

anything Saturday night,

maybe we could hang out.

Is that a yes?

Emily was so good.

She hotwired the car.

Absolutely amazing. Look at

Em, she was going so fast.

I swear to God.

Mr. Curnow, I'm sorry.

What is so funny that you can't

watch where you're going?

I wasn't a part of it.

You got this, Em! Whoo!

- Go back to class.

- Okay.

Sorry.

Six stolen cars over two weeks,

all within a five mile radius.

We've got a new gang of car

thieves on our hands.

You're joking, right?

Is it really that bad?

Em, I know the military

thing is your look

but are you sure you want to

wear that on a date?

It's not a blind date, Max.

He's going to go blind if

he sees you in that.

What time is he

picking you up at?

Actually, I'm picking him up.

In what?

You don't drive.

No, you didn't.

Thought I may as well

make use of it, right?

Okay, I mean, picking up a

rando ex-con's not really

what I had in mind, but...

he will love you in that.

Cute, right?

Pfft.

Nice ride.

Going my way?

So there's a rumour

going around school

that you don't have

your license yet.

I don't.

♪ And how much time ♪

So, this is it.

My favourite spot.

Pretty cool?

Yeah, it's beautiful.

So, you like to drive fast,

Emily Wheeler?

I like speed.

Gives me freedom.

- Freedom?

- Yeah.

From... school,

my mom...

life.

I like to be the only one

behind the wheel.

So you like to be in control?

And what you have... an

obsession with cars?

It's more of an addiction.

Yeah, I've been down that road.

And I'm going to take a wild

guess that this isn't yours.

Nope.

Then whose?

I didn't get their name.

Wow.

I thought you'd be impressed.

Look, you get that I was in

juvie for auto theft, right?

It's okay, I'll have you home

before you turn into a pumpkin.

Emily, it's not a joke.

All right, screwing around in

shop class is one thing,

but actually boosting cars,

that almost ruined my life.

Okay. I didn't know you

felt that way.

I'm sorry.

Please just tell me this

was a one-time thing.

It was.

It was just a one-time thing.

I promise.

Hey. 'Kay,

you were lying, right?

About not ripping rides anymore?

- Yeah.

- Obviously.

Okay, good, because Nestor

just texted me like,

a list of stuff he needed

yesterday.

So, let's hit it

after school, okay?

Okay.

No, there's no way.

You always get to drive.

'm driving my own car.

- Fine.

- All right, let's go.

Stop the car.

That's the one.

Wait here.

Okay.

Hurry it up.

Mr. Curnow?

Hello, Max.

What are you

doing here?

I would ask you

the same question

but I think I know the answer.

You going for a joyride?

It's my cousin's car.

He left his keys inside.

I was just helping him.

Save your breath, Miss Wheeler.

You can either talk to the

police or you can talk to me

and I think you'll be

a lot more interested

in what I have to say.

Max, you're going to

take me to my car

and then you two

are going to follow me.

Didn't know you were a farmer.

Nobody farms anymore.

Been trying to sell this dump

since my Pop kicked the bucket.

So what are we doing here?

Coming to a mutually beneficial

arrangement, I hope.

We already have one of those.

Let me guess,

you two boost cars that are

easy to steal, yeah?

Your silent partner

pays you a pittance

while turning around

and making a mint

stripping them for parts.

How'd I do?

Ladies, that is a sucker's game.

There are bigger fish

out there; much bigger.

We're not interested.

Maybe I wasn't clear.

Either come and work for me,

or spend the rest

of your teen years

making licence plates

in county lock-up.

Maybe we should

hear him out, Em.

Listen

to your friend.

I already know

what he's gonna say.

He wants us to go

after luxury models.

That is exactly

what I'm going to say.

But those cars all have

that smart-key system thing.

I thought they were, like,

impossible to steal.

Not impossible. Just risky.

With great

risk comes great reward.

You're talking about

a relay station attack?

Yes. Yes, I am.

What's a relay

station attack?

That is

a good question.

Smart keys use RFID.

Radio frequency identification.

It is the same tech

that allows you

to buy anything with

the tap of a credit card.

Now, the trick is

making the car think

that you are the owner.

So, how do we do that?

You need two people.

Miss Wheeler

is correct.

Allow me to demonstrate.

Let's say that you

were the owner.

Miss Wheeler,

you will be our thief.

Take this. Come with me.

Stand here.

Now, in order to trick the car

into thinking that Miss Wheeler

has a legitimate key,

I have to get

close enough to you

to ping your fob with this.

The closer, the better.

Disco.

Once I've captured

the car's unique signal,

I then transmit it

to my accomplice.

Press the button.

Go ahead.

There it is.

Allowing her access to

the vehicle, yeah?

Hop in.

Now, since most new cars

have keyless ignition

as well as keyless entry,

once you're past the security

system, starting the engine

is simply a matter of

pushing a button.

Go ahead.

Yeah.

So, what do you say,

Miss Wheeler?

Are you ready to play

in the big leagues?

- That's it.

- She's a beaut.

Okay.

Who's going to do this?

Rock, paper, scissors?

Okay.

All right.

Here you go.

Thank you.

I can do this.

Okay, okay.

Very well.

How are you?

- Good, thank you.

- Reservation this evening?

Yeah. For two.

- Under what name?

- Under Williams.

Mina will show you

to your table.

- Enjoy your meal.

- Thank you.

'Evening, folks.

Reservations

for McDonald, please.

Come on. Come on, Max.

Come on. Please work.

How can I help you, ma'am?

Hey, excuse me.

Which way is...

Just a second.

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

I'm sorry. My lunch date

actually just cancelled.

Yes!

It worked!

Now, this?

This is a car.

Glad you're happy.

Where's our money?

As soon as I land a buyer,

you will get your cut.

That wasn't the deal.

Yeah. What are you

trying to pull?

Don't do that.

I'm not trying to pull anything.

Do you think that

I'd be doing this

if I had that kind of

cash lying around?

You get paid when I get paid.

And ladies?

I see a lot of empty

space here, right?

A successful business

needs inventory, right?

Now is not the time

to rest on our laurels.

Now, help me cover this up.

That right there.

Get these, in good shape.

What?

Something came for you.

Parts for your dad's car?

Yeah.

Express delivery from Canada.

That can't have been cheap.

Couldn't find it anywhere else.

You can afford that on what

they pay you at the mall?

- I asked for a raise.

- Really?

'Cause you said they could

barely afford to keep you on.

I'm doing some extra work

for Mr. Curnow,

my industrial arts teacher.

- What kind of extra work?

- Farming.

- Farming?

- Yep.

He has a farm.

Out on Gibson Road.

I mean, it hasn't been used

in, like, ever.

So, me and some other kids

are clearing out some junk

and cleaning it up.

There's an old racer, too,

so I've been helping him

with that.

And, yeah. He's giving

me extra credit.

So, he's giving you extra credit

and enough money

to buy rare parts

for a vintage Dodge Charger?

Okay, Mom. Look. I should

have told you earlier.

- Yeah.

- I'm sorry.

Listen. Can I go? I have a

trig test to study for.

Yeah.

God.

- Hey.

- Hey.

How you doing?

Door was open.

Thought I'd

drop by. Hope you don't mind.

No. Of course not.

So, this is your baby?

Yep. That's her.

And you're gonna

restore her all by yourself?

Well, my dad always said

we'd do it together.

He's gone, so...

Yeah. Mine wasn't

around much, either.

But hey, at least you had him in

your life as long as you did.

- Yeah, I guess.

- What's the package?

Parts.

Cool.

You want help installing them?

Um, you know, you really

don't have to do that.

Well, I want to.

I appreciate the offer, but...

Look. I thought things

were going well with us.

They are.

All right, well, I know

my way around an engine,

so what's the problem?

It's just something

I have to do myself.

Does that make sense?

Yeah.

Totally.

Um, well, how about

I take you out tonight?

I told my mom I have to study.

Okay. After that?

It's a school night.

I'm beat.

Okay.

The weekend, then?

I promise I won't

help you with the car.

Well, me and Max have a thing.

A thing? What thing?

A girl thing.

Yeah. You guys are really

attached at the hip?

I know, and I'm sorry.

I'll make it up to you.

I promise.

Okay. Well,

I will see you later, then.

I'll call you.

Okay.

That he, embraced.

And every single line

that he wrote...

Is to know the AABBAA...

Where the hell

are you two?

I been hearing rumours,

and not the good kind.

Hit me back when you get this.

Mr. Baines?

Detective Torres,

auto theft division.

Can I have a moment

of your time?

All right.

Catch you guys later.

Dylan? Nice to

see you again.

Detective, what...

What are you doing here?

I just wanted a moment

of your time.

Can we chat?

Sure.

Yeah.

Principal Moss tells me

you've been adjusting well.

That's good to hear.

Hey. No one is happier

to be out than me.

I believe it.

So, why are we having

this conversation?

I've got a problem.

I thought you might be able

to shed some light on it.

What kind of problem?

Someone is boosting luxury cars,

the kind with

rich and powerful owners

who have pull down at city hall.

You think I'm involved?

Maybe. Not directly.

We have witnesses who put

the same teenage girl

at three of the scenes.

I believe she has

at least one accomplice,

also female,

probably the same age.

I don't know anything

about that.

Like I said, I really

don't want to go back in.

I bet you don't.

Because the next time

I catch you

in the same zip code

as a stolen car,

it won't be pretend prison.

It'll be the real thing.

I don't know who stole

those cars, detective.

I swear to God.

Well, then, I guess we're done.

If you hear anything,

don't hesitate

to give me a call.

Emily?

Emily?

Hey.

Look.

I need to talk to you.

So, that car the other day,

that wasn't a one-time

thing, was it?

- Look. Dylan...

- Don't try and deny it.

The cops just finished

grilling me.

They are on to you, Em.

You and Max.

- What did you tell them?

- Nothing.

But they have witnesses. What if

they put you in a line-up?

I mean, we're just guesses.

You think that that matters?

Man, you're so naive.

Okay, look.

It's not that simple.

There's someone else involved.

- Who?

- Curnow.

Industrial arts teacher Curnow?

He found out what we're doing.

I don't know how,

and he's blackmailing us

to steal for him.

You got to get out now,

before it ends badly.

Trust me.

I have to talk to Max.

Mr. Curnow?

- That's right.

- Hi. I'm Gail Wheeler.

I'm Emily's mom.

I'm sorry to just pop

by like this.

Your secretary said

you might be in.

Come on in.

What can I do for you,

Miss Wheeler?

Um, this might seem like

an odd question,

but do you own a farm

out on Gibson Road?

I have a few acres.

Why do you ask?

My daughter said that she

was working for you,

I just wanted to make sure

she wasn't full of it.

Well, she's not exactly

tilling the fields,

if that's what she told you.

Well, she mentioned she

was working on an old car.

That's right.

I'm a, collector.

Um, just more of a hobby

than anything else.

I don't expect to be making

any... any money from it.

I see.

Well, speaking of money,

can I ask how much

you're paying her?

What did she tell you

I was paying her?

Well, enough to buy expensive

car parts, apparently.

I'm sure you're aware of

her obsession with cars?

I am well aware.

Your daughter

is quite the mechanic.

Truth be told,

she's my best student.

I'm only here temporarily until

they find someone permanent,

but she's my favourite.

That's good to hear.

It just doesn't answer

my question.

I'm sorry that your daughter

is having trouble

managing her money.

I'm just not quite sure

what it has to do with me.

Well, I guess my concern is that

she's spending a lot

of time out there,

and she might be

neglecting her schoolwork.

I would never let this

interfere with her education,

Miss Wheeler.

In fact, she's earning

extra credits.

I see.

I'm sorry. I've got to run.

I've got a conference call

in a few minutes.

Can I walk you out?

No, it's okay. I'm good.

I insist.

Just to the door.

Okay.

I appreciate you coming by

and talking to me.

Well, it's nice

to finally meet you.

Absolutely, absolutely.

Enjoy the rest of your day.

- Okay?

- And you as well.

No.

No?

If they were onto us,

they would've brought us in for

questioning already.

Well, you really want to

take that chance?

Look, Max,

I know this detective.

She's a hard-ass

with half the judges

in the state on her speed-dial.

You guys will be tried

as adults.

This isn't just about a few

months in juvie anymore, Max.

We need to talk to Curnow.

Maybe he can do something.

- Like what, Em?

- I don't know.

Damn it.

If we had just stuck to

the original plan...

Low-profile cars,

selling them for parts...

We wouldn't be

in this stupid mess.

Look. We just need to tell

him that we're out.

Just there.

Thank you.

You two are hard to track down.

- Who's this?

- The original plan.

- I don't know you.

- It's okay. He's cool.

It's not okay.

Get lost.

You tell him about me?

No.

And what about this mystery man

that you been

boosting cars for you?

You tell him?

We don't know what

you're talking about.

Shut up.

Now, I thought you were smart.

I guess I was wrong.

You getting

way too ambitious.

Bringing heat down

on my business.

I can't have that.

Okay. We didn't

know, so...

What did I just say?

Here's the deal.

Now, listen carefully.

It's a one-time offer.

Stop what you're doing.

Go back to your sock hops

and sleepovers.

And if I hear that

you've been dipping

your pretty little toes

back in the pool,

I'm going to chop them off.

You understand?

My God. Damn it, Em,

we really need to

talk to Curnow now.

Okay. Let's go.

Em.

What have you

gotten yourself into?

Miss Wheeler.

If you're looking for

Emily, she's...

She's not here.

Yeah. She, um...

She didn't come home.

I just... figured

she was with you.

I got it.

You know, folks around this way

don't take kindly to people

traipsing around

their property uninvited.

I'm sorry.

Or peeking where they shouldn't.

No. I didn't

really see anything.

Not even my collection?

Yeah. Well...

Must be expensive.

Not if you

know the right people.

Like your daughter,

for instance.

So, what is she, your...

on-call mechanic?

More of a partner in crime.

I'm just going

to see myself out.

- Get...

- Don't move. Relax.

We're just going to have a

conversation inside, okay?

Okay.

Anything?

Curnow's still not answering.

Seriously?

We've got to

figure this out, Em.

I know. I'll just keep trying.

I'll call you later, okay?

Okay.

I love your taste in cars.

Dukes of Hazzard

changed my life.

What are you doing here?

You are not the only

one who knows

how to bypass a security system.

I've been trying to call you.

I know.

I got your messages.

So, you know about the police?

When you steal

this many luxury cars,

you're bound to

attract attention.

And you're okay with that?

Well, by tonight,

my lot will be empty

and we will both have an extra

zero in our bank accounts.

There's just one more thing

I need you to do,

and then we can go on

our separate ways.

I can't.

Our silent partner found out

what we're doing

and he's not letting us

work for you anymore.

Well, that's not my problem.

You don't understand.

This guy is serious.

What makes you think

that I am not?

He'll kill you.

He'll have to find me first.

- I'll tell him where you are.

- No. No, you won't.

Not if you want to see

your mother alive again.

What are you talking about?

I caught her sniffing

around my home.

What the hell are you

thinking, telling her

that you were working for me?

I had to tell her something.

She was getting suspicious.

Well, congratulations.

You just put her life in danger.

- What is this?

- That is your last job.

Bring me that car by

tomorrow night, midnight,

and you will see

your mother again.

And what makes you think I'm not

just going to call the police?

You mean besides the fact

that she will die

and you'll go to jail?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

That's the Hummer.

What's the big deal?

We can totally steal that.

No, no, no. The big deal

is whose car it is.

That's Staxx's,

and he loves that car.

Who's Staxx?

He's the owner of

Live nightclub,

and no one messes with

Staxx. He's connected.

Okay. How bad can he be?

His name has two "x's" in it.

No, Max. You're

not listening, okay?

No one steals

from a guy like that

unless it's

some sort of vendetta.

It's suicide, okay?

You have to walk away.

- I don't have a choice.

- We could call the police.

She's my mom. I'll do

it myself if I have to.

Em, you're my best friend. I'm

not just going to abandon you.

But it's my fault you're even

involved in the first place.

Are you kidding me?

I basically had to drag you

back to that chop shop.

Yeah, but if I hadn't

been so good at...

All right, all right.

I get it.

You're both amazing

and you're both to blame.

Let's start working on a plan.

Okay.

How do we find him?

Easy.

His nightclub.

Dylan, you can't be

a part of this.

What? Look.

Em, I know I'm just

the idiot that got caught

and went to juvie,

but I'm your boyfriend.

- I'm going to help you.

- It's not that.

The police

could be following you,

and we can't afford to

tip them off.

If you really want to help,

you'll stay as far away

from me as you can.

So, basically,

I get the hardest job.

You'll manage.

All right, but I'm backup, okay?

If something happens,

you call me.

I will.

You be careful.

I will.

Just heard back

from the surveillance team.

Our boy's got company.

Two females. High school age.

Where?

6861 Mervis. The house

is owned by a Gail Wheeler.

Has one daughter. Emily, 17.

It's her class photo.

It gets better.

Her father was Jason Wheeler.

Won a couple of mechanics' jobs.

Died in a street race

six years ago.

That's our girl.

Tell the team to sit on all

three until I get there.

Got it.

I'll handle this one.

What happened to

rock, paper, scissors?

She's my mom.

I'll take the risks.

Fine with me.

What do you mean

we lost the girls?

What part of "sit on all three"

did you not understand?

We took separate cars,

we couldn't follow both of them.

Put out a BOLO.

I want those two in an interview

room by the end of the night.

What about Felt?

Let's take him down.

No.

Damn it.

We need to map out

multiple escape routes

and we need to buy a new look.

Em, we're fine. We just plan it

out like we always do, okay?

Don't worry.

Hey.

We must have been

under surveillance.

Which means they

know who you are.

- Who is it?

- It's Dylan.

Put it on speakerphone.

Hey, Dylan,

what's going on?

Give me this.

Is this Emily Wheeler?

This is Detective Torres.

Your little joyride

is over, Emily.

You and your friend

need to turn yourselves

in right now

- before someone gets hurt.

- My God.

I know you're listening.

You're a smart girl.

Don't end up like your father.

Emily, I did not

sign up for this, okay?

It's over.

I mean it.

No, it's not over.

It's not over.

- Emily...

- It can't be over.

- Wake up!

- No.

What else are we supposed to do?

- They know where we are!

- The only thing to do!

We stick to the plan

and we finish this.

Are you with me?

How do I look? 21?

You look hot, that's enough.

Okay, good, because

I am all out of fake IDs.

You're gonna be fine. Okay?

You've got this.

- Good?

- Yeah. Good.

Okay.

It's my phone charger.

Go ahead.

Now would be a great time

for this to work.

I can do this.

Excuse me,

does anybody have the time?

The time?

Nobody has a phone

or a watch or anything?

Honey, for you,

I've got all the time

in the world.

Why don't you sit down?

Thanks anyway.

Now, now, don't be rude.

Sit with us.

Have a drink.

What's your name?

Um, what's yours?

Friends call me "Staxx."

First name "Big."

I get it.

You look nervous

about something.

Doesn't she look nervous?

Come on, Em. Come on.

Don't worry, honey.

You don't have to be scared.

Play your cards right,

I might even show you my car.

Sounds rad.

Women and their purses...

What you got in there,

anyway? Crown jewels?

Nothing. Just girl stuff.

Ask your friends, they know

what I'm talking about.

Hey! Give it back!

What the hell?

Hey! Stop her!

Stop her!

Come on! Come on!

Come on! Come on!

Follow that Hummer.

Go.

What happened in there?

He got a little

friendlier than I planned.

You actually talked

to the owner? Jesus, Em!

Like I had a choice!

Okay, pull over.

I want to drive.

No way.

You always get to drive.

Em?

Cops?

Worse. I think that's Nestor.

I warned them

not to mess with me.

Come on, let's go, let's go.

Push the whip.

Get me closer. Come on.

Pull over!

Pull over!

Pull! Over!

My God, Em! He's got

a gun! What do I do?!

- Lose him!

- Okay.

Great. Cops now, too?

Seriously, Max,

you really need to let me drive.

Well, what do you want me to do?

It's not like

I can just pull over.

Hold it steady!

God.

My God.

Damn.

Yo, move out.

We lost Nestor.

Just checked the Wheeler

house. No one's home.

All units be advised.

Female suspects wanted

on multiple counts

of grand theft auto heading

west at high speed

on Charleston Avenue

in a grey Hummer.

So, what's the plan?

The plan? The endgame?

Don't worry. Your daughter

will be here soon enough

and you'll never have

to see me again.

That's a relief.

The feeling is mutual,

believe me.

How much are you making

on this deal, anyway?

A lot.

My buyer is very committed

to owning this vehicle

and he is not the kind of man

you want to make unhappy.

Why? Is your buyer

a crime boss?

Actually, yes.

And it just so happens

that your daughter

is stealing from a local

thug who pissed him off.

Relax, Gail.

Emily can take care of herself.

Assuming my daughter comes

through for you, then what?

You don't seem like the

strippers and coke type.

If you must know,

it's seed money.

For what?

My future business.

Which is?

Exotic car rentals.

I'm thinking somewhere warm.

Maybe Florida.

Costa Rica.

You think it's...

such a good idea

to be telling me this

if the plan is to let me go?

You're not planning

to let me go.

Are you?

I could use some ideas here!

- Run!

- Run?!

Hey, stop right now!

Emily Wheeler!

Maxine Bing!

Stop!

Come back here!

Money in the bank.

I think you're getting

a little ahead of yourself.

It's nearly midnight.

She's still not here.

If I were you, I'd be

thinking about plan B.

Do me a favour...

Stop talking. Yeah?

Or what?

You'll kill me twice?

I didn't say that

I have to make this quick.

Is something funny?

You, high school

teachers breaking bad...

It's such a cliché.

You won't think it's funny

when your daughter is the one

with a gun to her head.

Yeah?

Okay.

Yeah.

This was a great idea.

It's almost midnight.

We have to move.

I hate to break it to you, Em,

but we just lost our

only bargaining chip.

Curnow doesn't know that.

I got no eyes.

I'm gonna check over here.

Okay. So, what do we do?

Nothing here.

Flashpoint down, man.

Hey, we know you're there!

No. There's no way.

Beggars can't be choosers.

Come on.

Okay.

How about this way?

A stolen

Hummer has been abandoned

near the neighbourhood

of Ferndale,

and two female suspects

wanted on multiple counts

of grand theft auto

are still at large.

SIU executive director

Heather Douglas has confirmed

the suspects

are known to police,

but their identities will not be

released to the public

at this time.

A third suspect in the case,

Nestor Barnes,

has been arrested in connection

to a major local chop shop

and may face hundreds

of felony charges.

In breaking international news,

heavy rains and flooding

have killed at least

12 people in Jordan

and forced authorities

to evacuate.

Lights over there.

Get those lights

to the back, please.

Em?

There's someone coming.

How much time do I have?

Um... I don't know.

Like, 20 seconds maybe.

Em, he's gonna catch us.

Hang on.

Come back here!

We are so going to jail.

Who is it?

I don't know. Hello?

Hey, Em, it's me.

Mom! Where are you?

I'm at Curnow's farm.

Okay, listen to me.

Don't come here, okay?

Whatever you do.

- What? Why?

- Because he's gonna kill you.

Listen, just go to the police

and tell them everything.

But...

Just do it, okay?

- Mom?

- She hung up.

- I can't just leave her.

- I know.

What? How the hell

did they steal your car?

Everyone, mount up!

Right, copy that.

Let's go! Move out! Move out!

Okay, let's just calm down

and think about this

for a second.

You don't really

want to do this.

Your daughter just

cost me a lot of money.

Maybe my life.

Believe me, it makes it easier.

I-I promise I'm not going

to tell anyone about this.

Nope.

No, you will not.

He's not picking up.

She said he

was going to kill her.

Do you think he already...

No! He still wants

the Hummer, right?

If he kills her,

he gets nothing.

Yeah, right.

But we don't have

the Hummer anymore.

Damn it.

How are we gonna

get him to let her go?

Come on. Come on.

You don't need me, okay?

Can you just please let me go?

You're already ahead

of the game, right?

You've got money.

You can leave the country.

Do I need to gag you?

- No.

- Good.

Get in the car now.

There's a house.

What do we do?

He's a convicted felon

and we're the police.

We can arrest him.

Do it.

Get out of the car!

You better do as she says.

This isn't right.

Let me try.

Okay. Um...

You heard her.

Get out of the car

and put your hands

above your head.

Do it now.

Max, you son of a bitch.

Mom?! Mom!

That's far enough.

Em, I told you not to come!

You should've

listened to her, kid.

Leave her!

Freeze!

Drop the gun!

You okay?

Up.

Never thought I'd

hear that sound again.

Nice paint job, Em.

Dad would be proud.

Even though I dragged

the family name through the mud

and had to do

community service for a year?

Helped put some bad

people in jail.

If he's happy with it, so am I.

Your mom is so cool.

My mom has me

grounded for, like,

the next ten years of my life.

Aren't they expecting you

down at the scrapyard?

You're gonna be late for work.

It's okay.

I'm dating the owner's son.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- You ready to go?

- Yeah.

- Let's take my car instead.

- What? You mean...?

No way.

Passed with flying colors.

Well, I'd expect no less.

Hey, um, can I get a ride with

you guys, perhaps?

Thanks.

Remember what I said...

One speeding ticket,

this car goes out on eBay.

I know, Mom.

Bye.