Black Dog

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[Man] All right, people.

This is Agent Ford.

We're almost there.

Let's make it count.

This is a surveillance op.

We do not want this guy.

I repeat. Do not let him

I.D. You. He's just the driver.

Eagle One.

Gimme a heads-up.

Eagle One has

target in sight.

Target moving east

on Third. Over.

Roger, Eagle One.

C.P. Is following.

Packages are right there in back.

[Ford] Eagle One, you copy

the black Mustang?

[Eagle One] Roger, C.P.

There's a second one closing in also.

Sh*t!

[Ford]

He's made us. Maintain pursuit.

Repeat. Maintain pursuit.

Get the plates

on those Mustangs!

Do not lose that driver.

He's our only link to the buyers.

[Horn Blaring]

[Gasps]

- F.B.I.! Freeze! Freeze!

- Don't shoot! A.T.F.!

- Agent McClaren, A.T.F.

- What the hell's A.T.F. Doin' on an F.B.I. Operation?

- And you are?

- Allen Ford.

I'm sensing a lot of hostility here.

There's no reason to get defensive.

You've got yourself a dead driver

and a cute little shipment of guns!

But ya don't have the seller,

and ya don't have the buyer!

All you've done is shown

the man we're on to him.

A.T.F. What does that

stand for, anyway?

Alcohol, Tobacco

and Fuckups?

Definitely a lot of hostility.

[Foghorn Wailing]

[Ship Horn Blaring]

[Man]

Change your nozzle!

Hey, Tommy, you're takin' a little

longer than you should with that!

Let's go! Let's go!

Come on. Come on!

- Come on! Let's go!

- Find out what that problem was?

Supposed to be 3/16ths!

Jeff, do I have to remind you

what happened last week?

Come on, Billy.

Get a mop and clean that up.

- Crews!

- Yeah.

I need this one today.

[Man]

Manuel, main-end rod bearing!

- Mr. Cutler said tomorrow.

- I don't give a sh*t what Mr. Cutler said.

I got a bunch of loads going out.

I need this one today.

- [Mutters]

- Is that a problem?

Uh, no, sir... Just I told my wife I'd

pick my daughter up from school and...

Well, that's real fatherly of you,

but if you want to keep this job,

you're gonna stay here

till it's finished.

- Hey, Greg, can you give me a hand over here?

- If you need it, it'll be done.

- Mr. Cutler wanted to see me?

- He's expecting you, Jack.

- [Knocking]

- Come in!

[Phone Ringing]

- Yes, sir. You wanted to see me?

- Sit down, Crews.

- You've been with me, what, Crews, three weeks now?

- Yes, sir.

Says here, you used

to drive a truck.

I think, uh, "used to drive"

is the operative phrase.

Come on, Jack. Don't be so modest. Your

parole officer says you could drive...

an ice truck through hell

on the 4th of July.

Bet you miss that life,

don't you?

- Being your own boss and nobody tellin' you what to do.

- Sometimes, I guess.

I bet you miss the money

all the time.

How'd you like a chance

to earn some extra cash?

I got a load I need

brought up from Atlanta.

- Off the books, you know what I mean?

- Sir, if you know I can drive,

you also know that I lost my license

permanently when I went to prison.

The way I see it, you only need

a license if you get pulled over.

You made that Georgia run before,

right? You know how easy it is.

It's 15 hours. Nobody even

has to know you're out of town.

Not even your parole officer. Nobody.

I don't think so.

I'll tell you

what I'll do, Jack.

I know some people. Do this for me, I

might be able to get your license back.

- Job pays 10 grand.

- I can't do it.

[Laughs]

Why don't you sleep

on it, Jack?

Seein' how much you like your job, I'd

hate to see you make the wrong decision.

Why don't you check

with me tomorrow?

- Federal Bureau of Investigation.

- [Woman] D.N.A. Is a match.

[Man]

One moment, I'll check.

Today!

Today.

- Excuse me, Holly, is this the file?

- Yes. That's it. Yeah.

From now on you'll be working

with A.T.F. On this.

With all due respect,

I know we've had our setbacks,

but the A.T.F. Directly interfered

with our operation.

- What happened was their fault.

- I'm hearing your defensive voice again.

- I am not being defensive!

- You say that whenever you're getting defensive, Allen.

You want me to be defensive.

All right.

You might see yourself

as all over the 6:00 news on this thing,

but the reality is, you're putting

a serious operation at risk.

Now, I'm hearing some very real

masculinity issues.

What the hell's

the matter with you?

We've got a lead on another shipment.

We don't need this interference.

Allen, this is

hardly my call, okay?

Coordinate your efforts with Agent

McClaren, and you'll both report to me.

That's the way

it's gonna be!

[Man] I agree with you.

Very little I can do.

- [Timer Buzzes]

- Tracy, dinner!

- Hi. What are we having?

- Only the absolute best, homemade.

- Did you wash your hands?

- Yep.

- How's practice?

- Good!

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Dad, can you help me

with my foul shots tomorrow?

- We have a game on Friday.

- Yeah. You bet.

- I'm not missin' this one.

- [Giggles]

[Crickets Chirping]

You truly are gorgeous.

You know that?

- Do you remember...

- Hmm?

- That night at Grover's Point?

- Mm-hmm.

The thunder...

and the lightning...

- [Together] And the candles.

- [Laughing]

[Whispering]

Be right back.

Foreclosure.

[Whispering]

I wanted to tell you, but I...

thought you should have

some breathing room first.

$9,000?

After they cut my hours,

I just couldn't make ends meet.

God! Melanie, why didn't

you say something? I could've...

You could've what, Jack?

You were inside.

Look, we'll rent a place back in Newark

till we can get back on our feet.

- We'll make it work.

- No. No.

We moved out of Newark,

so Tracy could have a yard...

and go to a school without

metal detectors in the halls.

We are not going back!

I worked my ass off for this.

I'm not gonna let us lose this house.

Jack, even with what we both

make, we are too far behind.

I was offered

a job today... driving.

One load.

Atlanta to here. Cash.

Melanie, I'll make enough

money to get us out of this.

The last time you said one

more load then we'd be okay,

we weren't.

I can't go

through that again.

[Thunderclap]

[Chattering On Radio]

[Animal Growling]

[Animal Snarling]

[Dog Snarling]

[Tires Screeching]

- [Thunderclap]

- [Panting]

[Jet Engines Roaring]

[Woman]

(music) Tryin' to make a livin' (music)

(music) That's the bottom line (music)

- (music) It ain't easy tryin' to stretch a nickel into a dime (music)

- Appreciate it. Y'all take care.

(music) Scratchin' for a dollar

workin' for the man (music)

(music) Half goes to the landlord

and half to Uncle Sam (music)

(music) I can't get no consolation

I don't get no faith again (music)

- (music) I can't get no satisfaction and my tractor (music)

- King me. King me.

- (music) Ain't gettin' no traction (music)

- Earl back?

[Man]

No.

I need them damn

Sunday throwaways.

You gonna play, or you gonna

do somethin' else?

- You the driver from New Jersey?

- That's me.

- You got a name?

- Jack Crews.

[Hammering]

"And they shall beat

their swords into plowshares... "

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