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to eat off the kitchen

floor at the bird house.

Wasn't like that when

Sandy was at it.

Come on.

You know where my skills lie, hmm?

So, uh, where did you two meet?

We danced together at this

place called Ember's Tomb.

Oh, boy. Lunch shift.

What a shithole.

You work in the houses?

Yeah.

Not for long.

Yeah, of course.

Come on, follow me.

I want to show you something.

Nice to meet you.

Would you like to dance?

Sure.

I've heard some real good

things about you, Christina.

You must be the boss man.

Evening.

Hey, got a cigarette?

Sure.

Your dad know you out here?

No. He doesn't care.

Chris.

Zada.

I'm upstairs if you

ever need anything.

Thanks.

Hey. I hope your ass

is free tonight.

Why? What's up?

We're celebrating.

F***ing what, already?

Your first trip out.

Really?

When?

Boss man wants you

on the water ASAP.

Apparently you got potential.

Cool.

All right, first things first.

The rules.

Follow me.

One:
no sampling the load.

Two:
never, ever throw a load.

And three:
no relationships

inside the organization.

The boss man does not like

the right hand knowing

what the left hand's doing.

Comprende?

What?

I'm not f***ing around here, Chris.

You got to pay attention.

I'm here for you, Sandy.

Whatever you need.

All right.

First thing we got to

do is find a boat.

How about that one?

Too big. We're looking for a

30- to 40-foot fishing boat.

Anything bigger draws

too much attention.

Anything smaller doesn't

have enough storage.

All right, Chris.

Let's see what you got.

This guy's cool.

Anyone aboard?

Can I help you?

Hi.

Uh, I was wondering if

you rent your boat.

Sure do, but I won't

be around to run it.

I've got some relatives in town.

You got to start thinking like a sailor.

So you only want to buy food that keeps,

because you never know how long

you're going to be out there.

You want canned, dry, pickled,

smoked, but only the good stuff.

Look, Chris, we're moving

drugs, not rockets.

Just be good at your job,

and look good doing it.

My, oh, my.

Must be destiny.

You know Ray, the Captain.

And this is Duane. He's the

best fisherman in Florida.

You make good coffee?

I've been told.

Well, you better,

because we got a hot date in

the morning with this charmer,

and you don't want to see him behind

the wheel when Sandy's making coffee.

This is my new friend.

Rain. You want some?

Here I go falling

down, down, down

My mind is a blank

My head is spinning

around and around

As I go deep into

the funnel of love

It's such a crazy,

crazy feeling

I get weak in the knees

My poor old head is reeling

As I go deep into

the funnel of love

I tried and I tried

to run and hide

Even tried to run away

You just can't run from

the funnel of love

What do the stars say, captain?

Are we in trouble?

Sure looks that way.

How long are you going to be gone?

A couple of days.

Hey.

I didn't think you guys

were going to make it.

Hey, beautiful.

What kind of bait you using?

I'm not.

Well, you got to offer the

fish something, darling.

I thought it was just

supposed to look like

we're out here fishing.

I mean, it is, you know?

But we might as well see what Poseidon has

to offer while we're doing it, right?

Let's see what we got here.

All right. Okay.

Actually, you know what?

It's bad luck to have someone

bait your hook. Come here.

Come here.

You know, I never took you

for the squeamish type.

I'm not. It's just I've never

used something so big.

You give me a minnow

and I'm all over it.

Well, it's the same principle.

You're going to want to get it

on there nice and secure,

and leave just enough dangle

to get their attention.

Flip that switch.

Come on, we got the mothership.

Think you got this, Miss Ohio?

Don't you worry about cops?

No. International waters.

Where does it go from here?

Inland.

You know, the boss's houses,

where we hold it until it's

picked up and goes north.

Get your sh*t packed, girls.

Hey.

Hmm.

Get up.

Well? Come on.

It's all yours.

Oh, wow.

All right.

I think I can handle this.

No, no, no, no. Let me

show you how it's done.

Okay.

All right.

All right.

Told you.

No way.

Come here.

Hi.

Hi. Hi.

Hi, bud. What's your name?

Sandy told Mommy

it's a gift from the boss man.

What if he doesn't like us?

Then we'll...

We'll run away on the horse

and call Grandma to come get us.

Can we do that?

Yeah.

Grandma said I'm an adult now,

and I can leave whenever I want.

I mean take the horse.

She said it was a gift, right?

Yeah.

Then it's ours.

Mom?

Turn the light off.

Come here.

Do you want to keep the horse?

Then you got to be cool, MJ.

Boss man's storing

some stuff in there,

and we need to be cool about it.

No one but me, you or Shell

goes inside the barn.

You understand?

Yeah.

Good.

Because I'd like us to

stay put for a while.

You look stupid.

Mom says it makes me look smart.

Pancakes!

And...

fresh-squeezed Florida orange juice

for my two lucky ladies.

Why are we lucky?

Because I took the day off so

I could make you breakfast

and drive you to your

first day of school.

But the bus comes right

to the driveway.

I know, but I thought

it would be a nice treat.

But it comes right to the driveway.

And I want to watch my two

girls walk into that school

with all those other rich kids.

No, but I want to ride the bus.

Why are you giving me such a

hard time about this, MJ?

Because I don't want to be dropped off

like a little kid. I want to ride the bus.

Remember, baby,

you're the smartest girl here.

So?

It's so cool.

They have a treasure box in class

that only the good girls get to see.

And I already have a best

friend, named Megan.

Great. So?

It's okay.

She has a boyfriend.

What? I do not.

Really? Who?

The boy down the street.

Wait, no, no. And he's not.

His locker is next to mine.

Jeez, spaz.

Hey!

Hey, hey.

Enough, enough. All right,

I got to show you guys something.

Whoa.

Holy sh*t.

Hey, watch your mouth.

Okay, here's how it goes.

That's for Bugsy. That's not.

Mm, that smells like homecoming.

Oh, yeah. And I'm thinking of

having some homecoming dinner

over at Duke's joint tonight.

You want to join me?

Well, as long as he's

still got his mom

chained to the stove, absolutely.

Sh*t.

What?

They're stranded.

How can you tell?

The flare.

Sh*t. Is everything covered?

Uh, mostly. But we didn't

get everything underneath.

Can't we just turn around and

pretend like we didn't see them?

No. It's illegal to leave the

scene of a vessel in distress.

And they saw us.

Coast Guard.

F*** me.

Hello!

Hey, there. What's the trouble?

We've been taking on water.

Can you transfer us to port?

Of course. Come onboard.

This is one beautiful skiff.

A container, huh?

All those cargo ships

must have created

a debris field on the way out.

I will be making a thorough

and detailed report

once we get back to dry land.

Work or pleasure?

Both. I'm working...

...they are pleasuring.

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