(suspenseful music) (gun clicks) - I swear to God, I am never looking for a job on Craigslist again.

Why is it so hard to find a quiet driving job?

Fuck.

(upbeat music) (crowd chattering) - Come, are you deaf?

Good morning, hello, wakey wakey!

I want to hear it, tell me.

Answer the fucking question.

Why does she get to do whatever she wants?

- Because she makes more money than you.

- I want more hours, Tom, and a new driver.

- Why?

- All he does is sleep and smoke too much.

I'm going to get cancer, Tom.

- For future chemo.

- God.

All you do is complain.

Just shut the fuck up.

(phone pings) Should have quit this job years ago, and now I'm stuck with your ass.

- Aw, don't be soft.

You know I'm just kidding.

Can we get some donuts before we start?

- Fucking- (phone slams) One second, one second.

You got a driver's license?

- Yes.

- Sally.

Sally!

This fucking, Sally, Sally, Sally, Sally, did you call her?

- Yeah.

- Well?

For fuck's sake, what did she say?

You playing fucking Candy Crush?

Sally, what did she say?

- She said stop sending her fucking creeps, or she's staying home.

Dick.

- All right, you got the job kid, I like you.

- Wait, what?

- You got any priors?

- Excuse me?

- Any priors, do you have a clean record?

Any warrants, DUIs, any of that shit?

- No.

(siren wailing) - All right.

- The listing said you were looking for a driver, right?

But it didn't say for what?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Listen, it's 500 a night, all right?

An extra 50% on top, everything works out.

It's an eight hour shift and you start tonight.

Actually, you start right now.

- Hold up, you're going to pay me 500 bucks for the night?

- Hmm.

All right, I want you to take this.

Want you to go to this address, she'll be waiting.

- Who?

(dramatic music) (sirens wailing) (handbrake ratcheting) (door chiming) - You're late.

- Wait, how'd you know I was your driver?

- Tom said to look for a sad Asian guy in a Honda, and you look kind of sad.

You okay?

- Yeah, I guess.

- Okay.

Tom give you everything you need for the night?

- Oh yeah, he gave me this.

- Is your record clean?

Do you have any warrants, DUIs, ever been locked up, shit like that?

- No.

- Really?

You got a weapon?

- Weapon?

- Just forget it.

Put this address in your phone and drive, we're going to be late.

- Okay, seatbelt?

Yeah, okay.

- You know, you don't have to stop for a full five seconds at every stop sign.

- It's a stop, it's a stop sign.

- The room's going to be 110.

- Okay, what are we doing?

- I don't know.

I've never been here before.

It's a referral.

- Okay, not what I asked.

This is the place, right?

- You have to knock.

- You want me to knock on the door?

- Yeah, that's your job.

- My job is to knock on the door.

- Yes, and to make sure everything's okay.

- Okay, what, why are you whispering?

What is- (gun clicking) - [Axel] Who the fuck are you?

- Cindy?

- You're Cindy?

Fuck, I knew this was too good to be true.

Sam is full of shit.

- Sam.

- Axel?

- Oh, yeah.

Who the fuck are you?

- My bodyguard.

- Bodyguard.

- All right, sorry.

I didn't know you were bringing the muscle here.

This doesn't even work.

Come on in.

- You're intense.

We're gonna work on that.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's work on that.

- [Cindy] This place is nice.

- You, my friend, quite intimidating.

Okay, keep it all.

Cheaper than VA therapy, ain't it?

I'll be a half hour.

Maybe all hour.

- Ah, shit, where's my phone?

(car alarm beeping) - Holy shit!

(car door chiming) - You fucker.

You were about to leave me.

- No, no, no, I wasn't.

No, I was, I was going to re-park the car.

- Re-park the car?

- Why are you back so soon?

- I forgot my phone.

And you're a horrible liar.

Stupid liar, you were about to leave me.

- What are we doing here?

- What the fuck was that?

- You seem like a genuinely nice guy.

And I know the night started a little weird, sure.

- I had a gun to my head.

- Yeah, I know.

It wasn't real.

- The fuck are you saying?

Are you fucking serious right now?

- Look, if you wanna go, you can go.

Okay, I'll call Tom and he'll send me another driver.

But I really, really don't want to do that.

So please.

Look, I'll buy you food, and you can ask me whatever questions you want.

- Fine.

- Thank you.

(door chiming) Give me the keys.

Come on.

(chill music) - So are you like a- - A?

- A hooker?

- Whoa, Alex.

Boundaries.

Don't you think that's kind of personal?

- I though you said I could ask you anything.

- Oh yeah.

I mean, we just met.

It's kind of hard to explain.

- Then can I ask you something else?

- Ugh, I don't know, it depends.

Kind of asking some personal-ass questions right now, Alex.

- What happened to your other drivers?

(suspenseful music) - Come on, Cindy.

I know what you do for a living.

Let me just see one nipple.

- Fucking hate-rant, bitch.

- Cindy.

Cindy?

- They were all fucking creeps.

Very little boundaries.

- Sorry to hear that.

- It's all good.

What about you?

You know you're not the usual weirdos that Tom hires to drive me around.

- Yeah, yeah.

You know, I was just looking for a quiet driving job so I could work on some stuff.

- Oh yeah, on what?

- Lyrics?

- You sing?

- No, not, not exactly, no.

Yeah, I rap, It's like a, it's like a hobby.

It's not important.

- Hold on, here, hold this.

- Girl.

- Well, well, well.

If it isn't fucking Cindy.

Who the fuck is this, your new driver?

Or wait, are you babysitting now?

- Be nice.

- Know what the fuck kind of she put me through?

- Alex, this is Cherry.

This is my ex-driver, Steve.

- [Steve] Thank God.

Hold on.

I know you from somewhere.

Yeah!

Holy shit, you're that rapper on social media!

- You're famous?

Okay, well let's hear it.

You want me to beat box?

- [Steve] The choke artist.

I told you about that, right?

- Yeah, I remember that.

- I have the clip right here.

He's about to cry!

- [Cherry] Okay, okay, that's enough.

- It's okay, Steve can't read.

- No.

- [Cindy] Was that a secret?

I'm so sorry.

- I can read.

- Is that why you wanted me to order in there?

- You made her order?

- I can read.

- The fuck you looking at, bro?

I know how to fucking read.

- I knew it.

- See, this is why I stopped fucking with you.

Fucking she-devil.

- She's just stating the truth.

- Shut up, Cherry.

- You should have told me.

- Leave, come on.

- [Cherry] Yeah, I wouldn't have texted you so much.

- Bye, Cherry.

- [Cherry] Bye.

- [Steve] Not going to tell anyone, are you?

- Hey, whenever you're ready, I'd like to hear it.

I bet it's dope as fuck.

Okay, let's get out of here.

We're going to be late.

- So are there any more random crazies I should be aware of tonight?

- No, everyone else tonight are regulars.

- Great.

- But they're all crazy.

- Great.

(bicycle bell ringing) - Yeah, I know the drill, yeah.

- Very good.

- Yeah.

Thanks for what you said about Steve, by the way.

- Remember when you had a gun to your face?

- Cindy, oh my gosh!

I'm so happy to see you.

- Your hair.

- Yes.

- I love it.

- It's new.

- Alex?

- Hey.

- Hey, I'm Max.

- New guy, super nice.

Like actually.

- [Alex] Thanks.

- Well, I got somewhere to go, so let's make it a quickie.

- I love quickies.

- [Max] He's cute.

- [Cindy] He's a little shy, we're working on it.

- So this one has big needs?

- Oh, huge.

More than I can take, sometimes.

Jake.

- Cindy, thank God.

It's good to see you.

- It's good to see you too.

- I need you this week.

- [Cindy] I'm here.

- Who's this schmuck?

I didn't order Uber Eats.

Check next door?

- This is Jacob, he's a doctor.

- Gynecologist.

- Special interest.

You good to wait in the car?

- Yeah, I'll wait in the car.

- [Cindy] Okay.

- Hey, mazel tov.

Got some deep stuff this week.

- Hey, Luke.

- Hey, Cindy.

My dad got locked up again, but he said he really needs to see you after he gets out.

- All right.

Tell him to give me a call when he gets out.

- 'Sup, new guy?

- Was that kid 15?

- [Cindy] Yeah.

- How long have you been seeing him?

His dad, his dad?

His dad.

- [Cindy] Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.

- You haven't been seeing him, right?

- [Cindy] He's 15!

Is this your rap book?

Because I keep seeing you opening it and closing it.

- No, no, um.

- Alex, 10 and two, please, on the wheel.

- Yeah, sorry, I didn't mean to do that.

These are, they're not ready yet.

- Who am I?

Part two.

- Okay, how many guns have you had pointed at you?

(chill music) - I can't do it.

- That was, wow.

(chill music) - Stuff like that.

It was good- (phone ringing) Wait, I have to text Tom.

Can you go on ahead?

- Okay.

(tattoo gun buzzing) - Hey fool, where you going?

- I think it's the wrong place, I think we should go.

- Nah, this is the right place.

- 'Sup, fools?

- Rrr.

- What up, Cindy!

- What up, Cindy!

- There's a lot of you.

Take two, maybe three if we have time.

- Hey, go wait in the car.

- [Cindy] Okay, let's get this over with, I'm tired.

- Yeah, I'll go wait in the car.

- [Sav] That fool looked like he was going to cry.

(radio chattering) - [DJ] This is LA's number one hit music station.

(chill music) (horn blaring) - [Cindy] Yo, it's Cindy.

Sorry I can't get to the phone right now, please- - Uh, hey, Tom, sorry to bother you.

I can't get hold of Cindy, and she's been gone for a while.

- [Tom] What's a while?

- Like two and a half hours.

- [Tom] Are you fucking kidding me?

It's an hour, max.

Two hours, but these guys are all crazy.

He's probably chopping her up right now, asshole.

If anything fucking happens to Cindy, I swear to God, I'm gonna fucking rip- (door slamming) (glass breaking) - [Voice On Speaker] Driving to school in the morning?

- Oh my God, your head is huge.

It's kind of hurting me.

- I'm sorry.

- [Voice On Speaker] You don't even know how to be a husband.

- [Alex] Cindy.

Cindy?

- Alex!

Oh my God, it's been two hours?

Fuck!

- What the hell are you doing here?

- [Voice On Speaker] As a friend.

- I came to see if you were like okay.

- I'm fine, you should have just stayed in the car.

- You better not tell anybody.

- Tell anyone what, that you were crying?

(gunshots on television) - Who's crying?

Who's crying?

(suspenseful music) - Okay, that's enough.

You work on that thing and, and I'll see you next week.

Alex, wait.

Alex, wait.

Alex.

Alex, can you just wait a second?

- It's been a long night.

Can we just go?

(chill music) So what is it you do, exactly?

- You wouldn't even believe me if I told you.

- Just forget.

- Okay.

I'm- (muffled voice from car) - What?

So you're not having sex with them?

- No, of course not.

I mean, it depends if they're like really hot.

I'm kidding.

No, it's definitely not like that.

Tom doesn't even know.

He thinks I've been out here tricking, but who's tricking who?

- I never would have guessed that.

- This is not something I set out to do, and I'm not going to do this forever.

I'm saving up for something.

- Saving up for what?

- That is a secret, Alex.

Boundaries.

- I wrote something earlier while you were gone.

You wanna hear it?

Or I could just do it tomorrow.

You're probably tired, because of everything.

What time do you want me want me to pick you up tomorrow?

- Alex, I don't ever want to see you again.

- What?

- You need to find time to do more of that.

Maybe like a nice quiet office job.

I don't know, something, you know?

You're super talented, Alex.

And I'd hate to see you stuck here with- - Wait, wait, wait, wait.

You've never even heard me rap.

- Oh, I took a look at your notebook when you went to the bathroom.

Wow.

- What happened to boundaries?

- You should write about tonight.

Maybe I'll hear it on the radio one day, and I can tell everyone how close we are and how I got you started.

(door chiming) (chill music)