Contraband Page #7

Sh*t!

Pick up the phone, buddy.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Customs and

Border Protection,

Port of New Orleans.

It's Redmond, line two.

Redmond.

Yeah, John,

I've got a good tip.

Somebody's making

a run on my ship.

Really?

All right, listen up,

guys and gals,

I want an interdiction team

ready for deployment

in 20 minutes.

Let's go.

MALE DISPATCHER:

Flight 104, copy that.

Three minutes to contact.

(WHIRRING)

Ready. Standing by.

Holy sh*t!

Well, it was good

while it lasted.

Who the f***

called the cavalry in?

SECOND MATE:

Inspection, please!

All crew. Everybody.

Who's in here?

(ALL TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Welcome aboard.

All right, gentlemen,

sit down.

What the f***

is going on?

(DOG BARKING)

Larry, check the ceiling.

Take it down.

Wow! Look at this.

CBP OFFICER:

There's nothing in there.

There's nothing

in there?

Sh*t!

SECOND MATE:
That's enough.

A tarp.

Tool box with

nothing in it.

You said you thought

it smelled funny, right?

Yes, Captain.

Maybe it's

just been cleaned.

That's about it.

Could be covering up

something, maybe?

Could be.

SECOND MATE:

Watch your step.

Just put the carpet

cleaner in the trunk.

You got it?

Just put it right there,

that's fine.

F***.

Oh, sh*t.

DAVIS:
The van in D-7.

What about it?

We're taking it apart now.

But you can just

save us the trouble,

and tell us what's in it.

I would love to help you,

but I don't know

what the f***

you're talking about.

Do you think we're stupid?

LAIRD:
And who is

Jib Lakowski?

It says right there,

he's the guy

shipping the van,

so maybe you

should talk to him.

He died in 2004.

Then I guess he's not

going to need the van. Huh?

What's up, Houdini?

You got something for me?

What are you talking about?

Come on, man.

Just give it to him.

What the f***

are you talking about?

Come on, man!

Yeah, I didn't think so.

Say goodbye to Andy.

Chris! Chris!

MARCUS:
Shut the f*** up!

ANDY:
Don't f*** me, man!

What are you doing?

(GRUNTING)

ANDY:
Chris!

Run, Andy!

F***, Briggs.

Pull the

f***ing trigger!

You don't get

your dope if I'm dead.

Here.

This is it right here.

Right here?

Yeah.

What, you got

your grandma

selling cocaine?

It's my friend's place.

(GROANS)

BRIGGS:
You better not

be messing around,

I'll put a bullet

in your face.

CHRIS:
All right,

take it easy. Come on.

DESMOND:
Is your friend home?

CHRIS:
Quiet.

Trust me,

you don't want to

wake this f***er up.

MALE DISPATCHER:
One,

state your position, please.

We have a home security alarm

triggered at 452 King Drive.

BRIGGS:
Hey, you got

some rich friends, man.

Come on.

Shut that door.

(LAUGHING)

Whoo! That's some

world-class smuggling

right there, man.

Yeah!

(SIRENS WAILING)

MARCUS:
We got it now, man.

Check this out.

This is

the sh*t, man.

Check this out.

Yeah.

Oh, that's some real

booger-sugar right there.

Mmm-hmm.

Yeah.

It's good?

Yeah, yeah.

Great. I'm going

to take a piss,

I've been holding it

since I got off the boat.

All right, you do that.

It doesn't want

to come out, man.

They make it

stubborn...

Who the hell are you?

What the f***

are you doing

in my goddamn house?

BRIGGS:
(LAUGHS)

Go back to bed, old man.

MARCUS:
Sh*t, it's Five-O!

Get the f*** out!

Pack that sh*t up, man.

Dumbshit.

Jeanie, is Kate there?

She's not

picking up her phone.

Are the boys with you?

Yeah, the boys are here.

She left a while ago.

Said she was

going to Sebastian's

to get their stuff.

Listen, if she calls you,

tell her to

call me right away.

CAMP:
Absolutely

f***ing ridiculous.

I've never seen these

idiots before in my life.

That one dumbshit

right there is bleeding

all over my couch,

and they're

cutting up their drugs.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

CHRIS:
Kate?

Kate!

(DOORBELL BUZZING)

Sebastian!

(HORN HONKING)

I want you guys

to pour the cement

on the south corner first.

Can we start on

the south corner first?

WOMAN ON RADIO:

We're set up for the

other side. No, we can't.

South corner first,

hurry the hell up.

You guys have milked

this f***ing job long enough!

Hold it!

MAN:
We're pouring over

on the south corner.

Take it over there.

What the hell's going on

here? I thought we were

doing the other side.

Why are you moving

the cement truck?

You're blocking

the f***ing trucks.

You send guys

to my house?

Huh? I trusted you with

my wife and my kids.

And I f***ing loved you

like a brother.

Where is Kate?

Where the f*** is Kate?

One more f***ing time.

Where's Kate?

She's gone.

Are you okay, Seb?

(PANTING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

MAN:
Whose phone is this?

Who left their phone here?

(RINGING CONTINUES)

Turn that f***ing

thing off, now!

(MIXER POWERING DOWN)

Chris?

(RINGING CONTINUES)

Oh, my God!

Turn that f***ing thing off!

Call an ambulance!

Oh, f***.

Call an ambulance!

Call a f***ing

ambulance, now!

MAN:
Yeah,

I need an ambulance...

CHRIS:
Oh, sh*t.

...at West Bank

Trucking Company.

Yeah, right away.

(HEART MONITOR BEEPING)

Are you sure this

is the right place?

Yeah.

These are the coordinates

Chris gave me

when he dropped it.

We're definitely

in the right place.

(EXHALES)

Chris.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I got that.

And you got one.

You cheated.

It's mine.

DANNY:
Oh!

Yeah!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

DANNY:
Oh, man!

I can't believe it.

A sea full of money!

We got to get in.

Get it in here.

Yeah.

Pull it in. Be careful,

it's slippery right there.

Whoa!

(TARIK LAUGHING)

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Bud?

AUCTIONEER:

And I have sold it.

Next one.

Call lot number 122.

Come bid 300.

A high of 300,

I have to get 400.

Got 400, got a $500 bid.

Five-and-a-half?

Five to six-and-a-half.

I'm going to seven,

going to seven-and-a-half.

Can I have an $800 bid?

Get an 800?

And I have sold it.

Seven-and-a-half to

number 77. Thank you,

sir. Next one.

CHURCH:
I'll take it off

your hands for 2.5.

CHRIS:
I'm not taking

any less than three.

Okay, three.

Come on.

So you were down

in Panama, were you?

Yeah.

Did you hear about

that famous painting

by Jackson Pollock?

It got ripped off

in Panama.

Come on, it's been

all over the news.

No. No idea.

What's that thing

worth, anyway?

About 140 million.

What's that,

At least.

I'm in the wrong

business, huh?

Get in, get in.

Hurry up!

Whoo!

Wow. Whoo!

Twenty.

Twenty! It's twenty!

(WHOOPING)

CHRIS:
Twenty million.

(DANNY WHOOPING)

DANNY:
Yes!

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes