Precious Cargo Page #2

- Got any pickles?

- Karen...

- It's yours.

I know. I was in denial too

for a little while.

It's the first

of five stages of grief.

- Then there is...

- Where the f*** have you been?!

Then there's anger.

- I'm going to go.

- Oh! Jenna... Jenna.

Jenna, please, I'm so sorry

about this, you know... I...

- [dog barking]

- Grace! Please!

- Do you want to call me later?

- Yes, of course.

Gimme a second.

Grace. Grace, knock it off!

I'm sorry. Just give me

one second, I'll walk you...

Grace! Come on, girl. Shut up!

[dog barking]

Oh, sh*t!

Jenna, I need you

to listen to me.

Something very dangerous

is about to happen.

You can not ask any questions.

Do you understand me?

- What?

- That was a question!

[dog barking]

Guns? You have guns?

Jack, is that a grenade?

What? Jack!

- You and me are going to talk.

- Now?

- Get to the boat.

- Let's go.

[banging]

- Move! Move! Move!

- [Jenna screams]

Let's go! Come on,

Jenna, get in the boat!

Come on, girl! Let's go!

[dog barking]

- Karen, get down!

- The dock!

Move, move, move!

Get on the boat!

- [Karen] Jack!

- Give me a minute, Karen.

- Yeah, but I...

- Did you see the finger?!

- Yes, Jack, I see the finger!

- Well, the finger means

- I need one minute to think!

- Here they come!

- [phone dialing]

- What are you doing?

- I'm calling the police!

- Give me that!

There's no calling the police!

Ah!

- Where are we going, Jack?

- Somewhere safe, Jenna.

- Okay, Karen, go.

- Someone thinks I stole from him.

- Did you? Karen!

- What?!

- Did you steal from someone?

- No!

Jesus Christ! Do you ever

think anything through?!

Oh, don't talk to me about thinking things

through! You over analyze everything!

I like to plan! I like to plan so I don't

get into sh*t like this!

Please just pay attention to

the people trying to kill us!

Faster! Faster! Let's go!

- I ran a job for Eddie Filosa.

- Oh, mistake number one.

- You know him?

- I know of him.

Well, the job went south

and we lost the score.

Well, that happens.

Yeah, well, tell that to Eddie.

He wants me to make good for it!

- All of it?

- All of it!

- How big?

- Huge!

- That's not very rational.

- Eddie's not exactly rational, Jack.

[dog barking]

- Is she okay?

- She's fine.

- What is Logan's dog even doing here?

- Grace is Logan's dog?

- She didn't know?

- I was going to tell you.

- [Karen laughs]

- You were going to tell me what part, Jack?

That Grace isn't yours,

that you got an ex-girlfriend pregnant,

or that you're some type

of uber-criminal?!

She's got a point, Jack.

Come on, faster! Go!

Can you take out that Jet Ski?

I'm out! Of course

I can take out the Jet Ski!

There's something wrong

with your gun!

There's nothing wrong

with my gun, Karen.

Oh, really?

Then why don't we let "this

year's model" give it a try?

- Just leave her alone.

- Why? I know she likes to just lay on her back,

but maybe she wants

to participate more.

What the hell did you ever see

in this woman, Jack?

I gave him a reason

to f*** with the lights on!

- Jack!

- What?

[Karen] There are

no more Jet Skis.

The bad news, no more guns.

- What do we got left?

- A shotgun.

We're never going to hit them

from this distance.

- I'm going to flatspin the boat.

- Really?

[laughs] Just like Brazil.

Ah!

[laughs]

Karen! Take the wheel!

- Get her out of here!

- Go!

Jack, what are you doing? Jack!

[grunting]

- [grunting]

- F***ing b*tch!

[groaning]

- Oh, sh*t!

- Oh, God!

[laughs]

Mm!

F***!

[Jack] Grace, get over here,

girl. Come on!

- [Karen groans]

- Are you all right?

- Jenna, can I talk to you for a minute, please?

- Yeah.

I need you to get a hotel

for the next few days.

Call in sick to work.

Don't tell them where you are.

I don't want to get a hotel.

I want to go home.

I understand you're

a bit overwhelmed right now,

but I've been through these

things in the past, a few times.

You're just going

to have to trust me.

- Are you coming with me?

- Not right now, but I'll come back to check on you.

Are you going somewhere

with her?

Yeah. Unfortunately.

I need to figure out what's

going on. I need some answers.

I'm not going to get those

with you around.

- Are you going to waterboard her?

- No.

I'm not going

to waterboard her, I just...

I just don't want you to get more

involved than you already are.

I think you should

waterboard her.

Okay. I'm sorry...

about all this.

- Me too.

- Logan'll be by in the morning to pick up Grace.

Okay.

The saddest part, Grace,

I've had worse dates.

- [music plays]

- [laughter, indistinct chatter]

Anyone seen the boss? Hey!

Anyone seen the boss?

Like really... [laughs]

What the f***? You b*tches.

What the f***?

What's your problem, psycho?

You. Dick breath.

Hey! You can't talk

to us like that.

Yes, I can.

What's the matter with you?

What the f*** are you doing, girls?

Let me ask you a question.

How do you invest your money?

- What?

- Invest.

Eddie pays you, right?

What do you do with your money?

- I buy sh*t.

- You buy sh*t like what?

- Shoes.

- Shoes. And?

- Nice shoes.

- Great. What else?

- These b*obs.

- They're nice b*obs, by the way.

What's your point, tough guy?

We don't have all day.

My point is you got about

two, maybe three more years

of whoring yourself out before

a whole new batch of younger

and prettier whores comes rolling

in through that front door.

And all you're going

to have to show for it

is a closet full of old shoes,

and a banged up p*ssy.

Now, if I had a vagina,

and I had your ass,

and your f***ing tits,

I'd be a f***ing millionaire.

Instead, the good Lord blessed me with

a big dick and moral flexibility.

So... I'm going

to ask you one more time,

or I swear to God I'm going

to b*tch-slap you so hard,

your brand-new tits are going

to pop out of your ass. Understood?

- Where's Eddie?

- The cabana.

You girls have a good day.

We've known each other

a long time.

You've never been one for foreplay, so why

don't you just spare me the bullshit.

Tell me what you need.

- There's a job.

- [sighs] I knew it.

- Just hear me out, Jack.

- If I remember correctly,

the last time I helped you out, Karen,

I almost ended up on the wrong side of the grass.

If I remember correctly,

you weren't exactly putting up a fight.

Forget it, Karen.

I'm in trouble, Jack.

Real trouble.

- I wouldn't be here unless I needed...

- Someone.

...you.

Unless I needed you.

I lost my entire crew, Jack.

I barely got out alive.

And I lost the score. Eddie's going

to kill me unless I pay him back.

This job? It's big money,

small risk.

If we pull it off, it's enough

money to pay back Eddie and...

...and then some.

What's the job?

I like chess. It's a perfect

metaphor for life.

Every piece is bound

to its nature, just like people.

- What do you think, Simon?

- I don't play.

You really should.

What about you, Bob?

- I'm more of a poker guy.

- Yeah, I like poker.

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