Black Dog Page #3

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If people are willing to kill me to get this

load, I ought to know exactly what they want.

"The gates of Babylon

shall not be shut. "

That son of a b*tch can drive.

[Red] We're gonna have to work

a little harder to get that load.

- Maybe we ought to give up.

- Junior, never underestimate the power of prayer.

- [Barking]

- Hey, Tiny. Rough ride, wasn't it, boy?

What a surprise.

AK-47, Chinese assault rifles.

Twelve rounds per second.

- One tug on this baby, and it'll cut you in half.

- Box it up.

- [Man On Phone] Yeah, Frank Cutler.

- Yeah, it's Crews.

Hey, good to hear from ya, Jack.

How's everything?

Well, I did have a little

run-in with your friend, Red.

It seems he's tryin'

to hijack your load.

- Is the load okay?

- You didn't tell me I'd be hauling illegal artillery.

Well, the truth is, Jack,

if you wanted to know...

what was in the back of

that truck, you would've asked.

The reason I hired you, Crews, is 'cause

I knew you could get the job done.

But if you can't handle Red,

you tell me now.

I want those guns... tonight!

Now, you just go back and get

in that truck and do the job...

I'm paying you to do, because

I don't think your parole officer...

is gonna be nearly as

understanding as I am.

- You understand what I'm sayin', Jack?

- I'll do what I have to.

- [Sighs]

- [Phone Beeps]

This guy's

gonna be trouble.

- All right, Tiny.

- They hit us once,

they might try it again.

You know, I was thinkin',

we could switch to I-85.

There's a turnoff

about 20 miles up.

That way, if Red comes back,

we won't be where he thinks we'll be.

- Sonny, you ride with me.

- Let's do it.

Crews? Wait a minute!

You think I was in on this?

- Crossed my mind. Yeah.

- I wasn't. I swear.

Red never tells me anything.

You can ask anybody.

Earl, you got that right.

Hey, man, they were

shootin' at me too!

You ever thought about bein'

a professional singer?

Don't.

Did I miss something?

Get in the car, Wes.

- Tried to sing you songs?

- Ugh...

Well, no wonder you want

the pleasure of my company.

[Engine Revs]

[Tires Screeching]

[Ford] Okay, they're

on the move again.

First sign of trouble,

I'm bringing them in.

- There's over $3 million in automatic weapons on that truck.

- I know that.

Then you know the array of tragedy

those guns are going to inflict when...

- they hit the streets of Jersey?

- I want the man who puts them on the streets.

We don't take him out,

he'll have $3 million in automatic...

weapons comin' up from Georgia

this time next week.

I mean, that might keep you in a job,

but it's not the solution.

Guy driving is Jack Philip Crews.

Did two years in Bayside.

That sounds like just the kind of man

you want hauling a load of artillery.

No priors. He was released three weeks

ago, early parole for good behavior.

- Looks like he's just the driver.

- What'd he do his time for?

- Vehicular manslaughter.

- Thank you.

[Ringing, Beeps]

- Crews residence.

- Hey, little one.

- Dad!

- So, how was school?

Great. We had a half a day. Are you still

gonna help me with my free throws tonight?

Well, I, uh...

I can't tonight, honey.

If I wanna buy you

those high-tops, I gotta work late.

But, no way

I'm missin' your game.

- So, can I speak to your mom?

- Yeah.

- Mom.

- Go get your homework started, okay?

Okay.

- Jack? Where are you?

- North Carolina.

Look, I know you didn't

want me to do this but...

Melanie, I can't

let us lose that house.

I think we both know this is about

more than the house, Jack.

It's about you.

[Sighs] Well, I'll be home as soon

as I can. I love you.

Be careful.

[Phone Beeps]

[Beeps]

- How long you been drivin' trucks?

- Since I was 18.

- Not much for school, huh?

- Had to make a living.

I was gonna be a football player

before I screwed up my knee.

So, now you run guns

instead of footballs.

I'm gonna make me

some serious money.

Buy a house on the lake.

Hell, I might even buy me a lake.

Find a nice little honey,

settle down.

- How about you? You got big dreams?

- I'm workin' on it.

[Crews]

Oh, shi...

What's wrong?

There's a weigh station

on both of these roads.

- One of 'em is bound to be open.

- So, we got a 50-50 chance.

- That's right.

- Earl said take 85.

Where the hell is he goin'?

I told him not to take 26.

[Sighs]

[Man] Okay, let's see

your next set of axles.

Hold it there.

Pull forward, driver.

Next two.

- [Engine Idling]

- Gonna go grab a smoke.

Pull forward, driver.

- How are you, sir?

- All right. How are you?

- Okay.

- You know you got a headlight out up there?

- What'd ya do to your front end?

- She was that way when I picked her up.

It's not my usual rig.

Pull up, driver.

Next two.

Hold it there.

[Air Brakes Hissing]

Hey, uh... Bobby Lewis

still work here?

- Big guy. Wrestler.

- You talkin' about Pooh Bear.

- Pooh Bear... Yeah.

- No. He took a private job...

down in Orlando

about a year ago now.

So, you haven't made

this run in a while, have you?

No, sir, not in

a couple of years.

Pull forward, driver.

[Engine Revs]

[Air Brakes Hiss]

- You're right at the limit.

- Aw, you know these guys.

They try to ring

every dollar from a load.

- You pull for this outfit often?

- Not when I can help it.

Got a load of bathroom

fixtures, huh?

Yeah. Toilets.

[Chuckles]

I tell you what. Why don't

you pull up right over there?

And I'm just gonna take

a quick look in the back.

All right. Will do.

Yeah. Yeah.

I'll get back with you later.

Who you talkin' to?

My mother.

Your mother, my ass.

She's in a cancer ward

at Good Samaritan in Philly.

You wanna give 'em a call?

Ask for Nadine Boxer.

Don't keep her on the phone too long.

She doesn't have a lot of strength left.

Here.

Good Samaritan.

- [Sonny] What's goin' on?

- They wanted to take a look.

I've hauled a lot of things, but this is

a first for a truckload of shitters.

Yeah, it smells like somebody's

already been usin' some of 'em.

- [Ringing]

- Highway Patrol.

[Tiny Barks, Snarls]

- Does that dog belong to you?

- No. He came with the load.

- [Snarls, Pants]

- Jim!

- Hey, Jim!

- Yeah!

- I need to talk to you for a minute.

- [Tiny Growls]

You put a leash

on that dog.

[Growling, Snarling]

[Snarling]

- Something is...

- What?

I get the feeling somebody wanted us

to get through here.

That was too close. You played

this thing with no margin for error.

You should always leave a margin.

You've got to have margins.

Do me a favor,

huh, therapy boy?

Work your unresolved stress

out later... in group.

This is a control issue

for you, isn't it, Allen?

This is a surveillance

operation, McClaren.

- There are layers.

- Oh... Layers.

- What else do we know about the driver?

- He works the Jersey docks.

He's got a wife

and kid in Milburn.

That phone call you made

before, that was your wife?

- Didn't tell her you was comin', did you?

- Let's just say, uh,

she doesn't like it

when I drive.

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