Whiplash · written by Damien Chazelle · 2014

Andrew speeds toward the auditorium, lies about driving, and crashes after running a stop sign.

Scene 82 of 117 · ≈ 1 min on screen · Act two

Act oneAct twoAct three

Begins 1:13 into a 1:54 film

The story so farBefore scene 82

A young jazz drummer pursues a place among the country’s best, pushing himself toward greatness under the control of a brilliant, abusive instructor.

Scenes 1–6
Andrew lives inside solitary practice, family movie nights, and an ideal of greatness learned from jazz legends.
Scenes 7–13
Shaffer's hierarchy makes Andrew doubt his prospects, while he wants a chance to become an exceptional drummer.
Scenes 14–17
Fletcher draws Andrew back from transferring, and Andrew enters Studio Band while beginning a relationship with Nicole.
Scenes 18–48
Andrew learns Fletcher's brutal rules, competes for status, and tries to survive the first rehearsals.
Scenes 49–50
Andrew plays Whiplash from memory and helps Shaffer win the competition, gaining the core position he wanted.
Just before
Scene 79
Andrew pulls up at the rental agency just before it closes.
Scene 80
Andrew races inside and retrieves the stick bag he left behind.
Scene 81
Andrew runs back to the rental car and drives off.
Scene 82
This scene

82INT. DUNELLEN STREET - CAR - MOMENTS LATER

Andrew on the road, speeding like a demon, the GPS on. Looks at the clock. 5:30. Then 5:31. Whips out his cell. Dials...

ANDREW

It’s Neiman... Tell Fletcher I’m coming.

PIANIST (O.S.)

What the fuck is taking so long?? They’re

moving on-stage now.

ANDREW

There was -- there was a problem with the

lock on my car. It’s solved and I’m coming.

GPS VOICE

Left turn up ahead.

Pink (9/10/2013)

Andrew looks at the GPS. Fuck. Tries to switch it off.

PIANIST (O.S.)

Are you driving?

ANDREW

No..

The GPS BEEPS for the turn.

PIANIST (O.S.)

What was that?

ANDREW

Tell Fletcher I’m coming or I’ll rip out

your fucking eyes.

He hangs up. Enraged. Slams down on the gas, engine roaring...

PICKING UP SPEED... The GPS says “2 minutes” left... The clock turns 5:32...

The speedometer SHOOTING UP... UP... UP...

The car reaching a STOP SIGN...but Andrew keeps going, not looking...

His car SPEEDING UP and SPEEDING UP until it’s--

--SLAMMED INTO.

Glass flying everywhere, everything going so fast, as though the vehicle had just been whipped up by a tornado...

The car FLIPS, 180, the top crunching down like paper, Andrew spun around and shoved up against it -- bleeding, battered--