Contraband Page #3

ID, please.

Finger on the scanner.

Captain Camp.

Get the trunk.

Get that Captain's

carpet cleaner

up to the bridge.

LONGSHOREMAN:
John,

you want to give me a hand?

Hey!

You're up top.

I get the bottom bunk.

Yeah, no kidding.

Don't act like

you don't like this sh*t.

Why, is it that obvious?

I love it, but don't

tell your sister.

All right, come on.

You can get your beauty

rest later, let's go.

My arm, my arm.

(SHIP HORN BLOWING)

Keep an eye out.

(WHISPERS)

Hey, someone's coming.

MAN 1:
What's up, Chris?

MAN 2:
Hi, Chris.

(EXCLAIMS) Chris.

TARIK:
Look at

this motherf***er.

Olaf.

Good to see you, man.

What's up, Tarik?

You okay?

What's up, man?

How's your folks?

Everybody's good?

Good, good.

That's a hungry

man's appetite.

This is real good.

How you doing, buddy?

What the f*** are

you doing on my ship?

Did you even check

the goddamn crew manifest?

How the f*** do you

let Bud Farraday's

spawn aboard my ship?

DHS cleared him.

He was added at

the last minute.

All right,

I'm demoting him

to ship's boy.

Yes, sir.

CAMP:
You scrub dirt

and stay the f***

out of my sight.

Otherwise you might

have an accident,

and wind up in the drink.

Show him where

the carpet cleaner is.

Yes, sir.

DANNY:
(CHUCKLING)

Oh, man, carpet cleaner.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Let's go, Rug Doctor.

Oh, you got promoted?

They gave you some

new stripes on there.

I'll be ship's boy.

You're still

Captain's b*tch boy.

Yeah, yeah.

(ALARM BEEPING)

(BOTH CHATTERING)

Okay.

Yes, sir.

Everybody's drinking

tall boys, and nobody's

f***ing working.

TARIK:
What's up, man?

Are you bringing

the Captain in

on this or what?

F***, no.

Well, I remember

talking to your pops

in this same room.

He said that same sh*t.

We know how that turned out.

Do you trust me or not?

I do. I do.

So what are we running?

A shipping pallet

loaded up with 5,000

uncut sheets of super notes.

Best counterfeit

money can buy.

And just how the hell

do you think we're going

to stow that much sh*t?

You worried, buddy?

I mean, where is the faith?

(CHUCKLING)

What, I lost my stripes?

Now I got to

start from scratch?

DANNY:
Exactly,

that sh*t's void.

No problem.

Come on, I'll show you.

CHRIS:
What do you think?

Looks good. Chris,

you're a crazy f***er.

Not bad? Huh?

Sixty cubic feet.

No f***ing way.

No, it's bigger than 60.

Ah, sh*t! Yeah, man,

this is much bigger than 60.

(WHISPERS)

We got company.

Quick, quick, quick!

ANDY:
Hey,

what are you doing?

Chris, stop!

CHRIS:
Andy,

be quiet in there.

Come on, come on!

What the hell

are you doing in here?

I needed a scraper.

We noticed some mold

in the lower hull.

The bleach wasn't

cutting it, so...

Well, you shouldn't be

dicking around in here.

Get going.

I was just trying

to keep it clean

for you, boss.

(WHISPERING)

Hey, Chris! Chris!

CHRIS:
Bring it

right back up!

Come on, you got it!

You got it, come on!

(DANNY GRUNTS)

I can't do it.

TARIK:
God damn.

Are you getting on?

No.

Do you want me to

put you back in the box?

That's not funny.

I could have

suffocated in that box.

"I really could have..."

Leave the kid alone, man.

How are you going to

pull this sh*t off?

We're delivering

Yeah.

We're picking up 500 or more.

We're not going to be

in port that long.

So we got to drive out

to Chorrillo, see Edwin,

load up the bills,

and then drive back

to the boat during rush hour.

It's going to be tight,

but we're going to be good.

It's going to be too tight.

We're cutting it close.

Might not have enough time.

We'll buy more time.

Controllable pitch propeller.

Oh, yeah.

Pitch propeller.

Can you drain

the oil supply?

The hydraulic chamber

won't work.

That's the point,

stupid ass.

CHRIS:
Look.

We can do it

while being towed

through the locks.

It will buy us

a couple of hours.

Okay?

I don't know.

I hate when we f***

with the boat.

What?

I said, I hate

when we f*** with the boat.

CHRIS:
Take it easy,

big bear.

Olaf, f*** with the boat.

Take it easy. Easy.

What the f***?

Tarik. That motherf***er

will eat you.

Okay, out you come.

Do you want to get

any of these for me?

Do we have to?

Yes, Mom.

Yeah? Okay.

(CONTINUE CHATTERING)

KATE:
Hello?

Can I help you?

You're pretty.

Do you want to play?

Okay. Bye, a**hole.

(SCREAMS)

BRIGGS:
Pay the money,

just like you owe me.

DESMOND:
What the f***

are you all looking at?

BRIGGS:
Yeah, you like that?

KATE:
Get your

f***ing hands off me!

BRIGGS:
Come on,

put the knife down.

Put the knife down.

Put the knife down.

Leave my mommy alone!

Get the f*** back over there!

Sit your f***ing ass down!

It's okay,

I'm just playing, now.

(SOBBING)

I'm just playing.

Yeah, don't cry.

DESMOND:
You seen

a gun before?

You want it?

There ain't going to be

no playing when

I come back next week.

You can tell

your husband that.

You want this?

Get out!

No!

MARCUS:
What the f***?

Get the f*** out of my house!

Get the f*** out of my house!

Put that thing down, man!

You don't think

the police are going

to be coming now?

Get the f*** out of here!

DESMOND:
I didn't

mean to shoot at him.

The little sh*t hit the gun.

You want to send me

back to the farm,

you stupid b*tch?

Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

All right, careful.

Not too much.

We don't want to jam it.

I got it.

CHIEF MATE ON RADIO:

Chris Farraday,

to the bridge.

Here.

He's on his way.

Not too much.

DANNY:
All right.

KATE:
I wasn't getting

reception on your cell.

Chris, these guys

came to the house.

They had guns.

Jesus, are you okay?

Are the boys okay?

Yeah, we're okay.

We're freaked out.

I think one of them

was Tim Briggs,

Kyle's brother.

I didn't call the police,

I don't want them

here asking questions.

Call Sebastian, okay?

Yeah, okay, I will.

All right, I love you.

Call him.

Trouble with

the missus, Farraday?

Do you want me

to talk to her for you?

(HORN BLOWING)

SEBASTIAN:

Hey, guys, you okay?

You had a scary day?

BOTH:
Mmm-hmm.

You know what?

Why don't you guys

just come and

stay at my place?

They're not going to

be back, but just for

my own peace of mind.

You think?

Really? Okay.

CAMP:
Slow ahead.

I said, slow ahead!

Reduce to half speed!

Why are we not slowing down?

Oil pressure's down.

CREW MEMBER:

All right. Keep an eye

on that temperature.

Full astern!

CHIEF MATE:

Full astern, Captain.

(BUZZING)

Yeah, Captain?

Full astern!

We're going to hit

the f***ing dock!

I'm trying,

but I got no pitch control.

The f***ing prop is jammed!

You drained too much oil

out! I didn't want you

to crash the boat!

What?

OLAF:
Come on!

I'm not getting

any oil pressure!

(ALARM BLARING)

Let go the port anchor!

Jesus, f***ing...

Let go the f***ing

port anchor!

It's not moving!

DANNY:
Did you

release the brake?

Get out of the way!

Move!

Turn starboard!

CAMP:
It's too late!

Hard to port, Luke!

Hard to port!

(HORN BLOWING)

OLAF:
I'm going to have

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