You're here to work, not to play. And you, Prince, get a special rule. Your daddy called me personally. Said if anyone gives you special treatment, that person gets fired. So, forget any hope of an easy ride.
I didn't ask for special treatment. Sir, you call me sir here. Forget that you're the owner's son. Here, you're less than nothing. Grab your bikes and get to work.
Ryan, you stay. I'll explain your route personally. Kid, I've worked here 15 years. I saw you strut through the halls like a prince, treating employees like garbage. Remember when you fired my nephew for spilling coffee on your desk?
Exactly. You don't remember because to you we were invisible. Now you'll learn what it feels like to be invisible. Your carriage, your highness. No suspension, no gears, and a weak rear brake.
The worst bike we've got, but the one you deserve. First address, Flower Street, 847, Apartment 3C. Chicken plate, 12 bucks. And kid. Yes, sir.
Good luck. You'll need it. Flower Street. Left at the corner store, then down to the little square. Mom, look.
The delivery guy is tired before he even gets there. An hour to bring one meal. Where do they find you? Incompetent riders. I apologize for the delay, ma'am.
Traffic was unpredictable. Unpredictable? You're sweating like a pig. Looks like you ran a marathon to bring my lunch. Pride was sitting at the table.
First rain and the playboy quits. The unwritten code of this job is clear. Rain, sun, cold, heat. The delivery must go on. Delivery.
Weird looking rider. Never seen you around. Where's Carlos? It's my first day, sir. First day, huh?
You don't look like a rider. You look like a rich boy in a costume. Sure this isn't some TV prank. He sees only another dirty, exhausted worker. He will never recognize Ryan Rivers, the ex-prince.
22, Prince. My personal worst on a bad day was 35. You're pathetic, even at being a delivery rider. Sir, it was my first day. I'm still learning.
Learning? Kid, this isn't college. You either produce or you're out. Tomorrow, I want at least 30 or I dock 50 from your pay. Go.
Did the money take it away? For the first time, I feel in my bones what it is to work to exhaustion for a paycheck that barely covers the bills. This is why every rider I ever saw looked tired, irritable, defeated. It was never laziness. It was survival.
24 hours ago, I was a pampered prince. Now I am another anonymous worker fighting to get by and the worst is yet to come. 43 deliveries. Congratulations, princess. Only took you two weeks to figure out the basics.
Want a cookie? Man, I bet money you wouldn't last 3 days. You're making me lose cash. Not done yet. I've still got 5 months to go.
You can't last 6 months in this gig. Especially someone who's never done real work. Your body will give out before your mind does. Ryan, your dad phoned today. What did he say?
He asked about your performance. I told him, "You're finally hitting the basic goals. " Know what he said? "Great. Now we can start working for real. Starting Monday, you're on night shifts. " Sir, can I stay on days?
I'm improving. I hit 43 deliveries today. Orders from your dad, kid. He said, "If you want to inherit an empire, you've got to know every corner of the business, including the corners that smell bad. Mrs.
Constance, are you all right? Oh, my boy. It's my grandson, Gabriel. He's in the hospital with pneumonia, and I don't have money for the medicine the doctor prescribed. How much is the medicine, Mrs.
Constance? $200, my boy. Might not seem much to you, but for me it's a fortune. My pension barely covers the basics. 200, a third of my monthly wage. Money I need for food and rent.
A month ago, I spent that on a single dinner without blinking. Now it's a real sacrifice. Mrs. Constance, I can help. My boy, are you sure?
You worked so hard pedaling all day. I'm sure. Buy Gabriel's medicine. He'll be fine. God bless you, my son.
You're an angel in disguise. There is something new in my eyes. A light that was never there when I was rich. For the first time in my life, I helped someone through personal sacrifice. Not by writing a check without feeling the loss.
Delivery. Come in, man. Yo, check it. Delivery boy with teeth that white. Never seen that around here.
Just the order, sir. $28. 28. You know where you are? We set the fees here. Security tax is 50.
Sir, I only have 28 and change. Then you'll come back with more, playboy. Or leave the bike as collateral. Please. The bike is my tool.
Without it, I can't support my family. Family. How many kids? Two. Look at that.
The riders got a family to feed. I respect anyone who works honest to feed their kids. Take your bike and bounce. But next time, bring a few extra bills. This ain't the Upper East Side.
There are worlds in this city I never knew existed. People surviving in ways my privileged life never imagined. Apartment 704 here. Sorry I'm late with the money. I had to borrow from a neighbor.