Precious Cargo Page #3

Also a great game. All about trying to make

the most of what you got...

Yeah, sure, Mr. F. Listen, could

you tell me what I'm doing here?

Bear with me.

This will just take a second.

I want you to put your hand on this Bible.

I have something to ask you

and I want you to be

perfectly honest with me.

- Don't know why...

- Indulge me.

I appreciate poker.

It's a game of hope. A game of dreams.

A game of lies.

But chess, it's a game of order.

This pawn can

only move one way.

Move forward,

can only take diagonally.

And if it works really hard,

it can become something better,

something more.

Like you. You're a pawn, Rob.

And what pawns do not do

is tell secrets to the enemy queen

- in hopes that she'll f*** him.

- Mr. F, I never said a word!

What are you doing?!

No! No! God! F***! God!

[Eddie] So many nerves

in the hand.

God! F***! God! I said nothing!

We're not playing poker now,

Robert. We're playing chess.

I am the king,

Simon is my knight.

Leave it.

You are a pawn,

and if you aren't careful,

you are going to be sacrificed.

Do you understand that?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Now, Robert,

what exactly did you tell Karen regarding

my latest business ventures?

- I told her about the Eastern Federal job.

- Yes.

- I told her about the Cayman Islands job.

- Yes.

I told her about

the armored car.

- The armored car.

- Yeah. Yes, sir.

- That means...

- That means she knows everything.

What are we going

to do with Robert?

You're going to kill me.

Eventually, yeah.

Eventually.

- Armored car?

- Yeah. More or less.

- It's a stupid sport.

- It was a nice shot.

- Don't be a dick.

- Here.

[exhales] So what do you think?

I think you've definitely secured yourself

a spot on The Jerry Springer Show.

- I mean about the job.

- I know what you mean, Jack.

Nothing,

and I mean nothing good,

can come from working

with her, man.

- What about the baby?

- Are you sure it's even yours?

She's been gone, man, shacking

up with only God knows what.

- Hey, hey.

- Sorry.

[sighs] I just keep

hoping she's changed.

And after the last job that she had that

went bad and now the baby, I just...

Maybe she'll finally want something

different, something... something else.

- Just say it.

- Me.

Yeah. Maybe she'll

finally want me.

Grace! Come here, girl.

[makes kissing sound]

Come on. Come here.

[kissing sound]

Be a poodle, Grace. Come on, be a

little dumb-ass yippie poodle.

- Come on.

- What're you doing?

- Proving a point.

- Yeah?

- Which is?

- That I have a better chance

of Grace turning

into some dumb-ass poodle

than you do of getting this

cold-hearted, manipulative b*tch

to settle down

and live a normal life.

Oh, you think this kid

is going to change who she is?

You think this kid is going

to make her love you?

Wake the f*** up, my friend.

She's always going to be Karen.

Now she's just Karen with a kid.

Yeah.

You know why

I keep that picture?

There was a time when we used to

talk about moving to St. John,

or some other tropical island,

opening up a dive shop,

living the rest

of our lives in paradise.

Some real

Hemingway-type sh*t.

And that picture

was a reminder of why I do...

why we keep doing

what we're doing.

You're just taking these risks,

and making easy money the hard way, but...

[sighs] I can't keep

doing this sh*t forever.

So if there's even the

slightest chance that I can make

that stupid f***ing pipe dream

a reality, I'm going for it.

You don't owe me anything,

Logan.

Don't say that.

Don't you f***ing say that.

We're friends, right?

Practically f***ing family?

- Yeah.

- Then it's not about owing me.

It was never about that.

It's what friends do, it's what family does.

We... we back

each other's plays,

even when we absolutely know

they're f***ed from the get go.

- Right?

- Yeah, I guess so.

Mm... No. No "I guess so."

That's the way it is.

- So?

- So?

Let's do this.

Why are you so grumpy?

- [Logan] Is that the truck?

- [Jack] That's the truck. 30 million in gems.

That's the route.

- Two days?

- Two days.

- We're going to need a second gunman.

- Definitely.

- We're going to need a driver.

- I know where to find one.

- A damn good driver.

- I know where to find one.

[rock music plays]

[bell dings]

Drew.

Andrew.

Andrew Herzberg!

Jack? Jack! Really?

I can't believe what I'm seeing!

- It's been a long time, brother.

- [Logan] This guy?

This guy flew in the 160th?

Right up until breaking

his commander's jaw.

Sh... Night stalkers don't...

[vomits, gags]

That was completely necessary.

I feel a hundred percent.

[sighs]

- What brings you to Thailand?

- We're in Mississippi.

Really?

No f***ing way.

Can we get

a napkin or something?

- Right there.

- [woman] Herzberg!

There you are.

You piece of sh*t!

- You pissed the bed again!

- What?

Yeah. You pissed the bed!

Honey, I know I'm really big,

but, you know, it still hurts.

Smell it. Smell it!

Smell your filthy piss!

- All right. Well, it is me. Definitely.

- Oh, yeah.

Mm! It smells like whiskey,

and failure,

and sadness, and everything

else bad in the world!

- This guy's a mess.

- He's doing much better than the last time I saw him.

Don't ask.

So, what are you thinking, Drew?

I think this baby is capable

of what you're asking for.

I'll just need to make a few modifications,

but you know me, man.

- I can drive, fly, or f***...

- You think, or you know?

- Excuse me?

- Yeah, there's a big difference.

You may think you're

one hell of a driver,

but I know you're

a drunk a**hole.

How could she possibly

already know

- that I'm an a**hole?

- What's the problem?

Our plan lies strictly on whether

or not this drunk a**hole can drive.

- That doesn't concern you?

- Again with the unsubstantiated a**hole claim.

No. It doesn't concern me.

- Because I've seen him drive.

- And I've seen him drunk.

I never drive drunk.

Buzzed, maybe.

Hung-over, absolutely.

But drunk, never.

Oh, that's a relief, coming from the

guy whose breath still smells like puke.

I'll be in the car.

- She's nice.

- This is a good day.

[door opens]

[rattling]

[sighs]

You've any idea how sexy you are

when you do your tough guy routine?

- Everything set?

- Yes, Jack. Everything's set.

I love how you worry

about every single detail

right up

until the last minute.

- Karen...

- Mm-hm?

Stop.

I can't.

- Because of Ms. Milquetoast?

- She's not milquetoast.

Come on, Jack. That girl

is Madame Vanilla. Boring.

It's not about Madame Vanilla.

It's not about Jenna,

it's about...

- It's about us, it's you.

- Mm-hm.

And what I want, what you want and

how that is... completely different.

I don't think that what we

want is that much different.

You don't have

a second gunman.

You know that

I'm more than capable.

Absolutely not.

- It's my job.

- No.

I should be on that truck.

If you're on this job,

I walk, I'm gone.

Then who?

Andrew has a guy.

- Oh, and you trust him?

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