Precious Cargo Page #4

- Yeah. I trust Andrew.

Fine!

Thirty million

in gems on this truck?

That's right,

30 million in gems.

- We'll get 20 on the market.

- Maybe more.

Let's just count on 20.

You owe Eddie eight.

That leaves roughly 12

for the five of us.

That's correct.

And then what?

Well, then a house

in St. John.

Who is it?

Our second gunman?

Nicholas Sepher. Andrew knows

him from his time in the Army.

Don't you f***ing do it, woman.

Don't you do it!

Maybe you should have not

texted your ex-wife.

Her mother died!

Do not f***ing do it!

- You can die in hell.

- Oh, hell would be f***ing paradise

compared to being

married to you!

Andrew told me

about the job.

We're not done with our talk.

I'm in, man.

Yeah, you're in, all right,

for a whole new world of hurt.

- You haven't heard the details.

- I don't need to. I don't care,

as long as it involves Herzberg,

it's going to get me

the f*** outta

this house for a while.

And what the hell's

so wrong with our house?

- This thing fairly dangerous?

- Sure.

- It's Jack, right?

- Yeah.

Well, Jack, I miss my life.

I miss getting f***ed by a real

man. We all make sacrifices.

I will choke a b*tch.

Can you shut the f*** up?!

I hope you get shot.

Look in my eyes, Jack.

Do I look happy to you?

- I hope you get dick shot.

- It's this. Every day.

The worst kind of shot.

- You married, Jack? You got kids?

- Ish.

- Yeah. Well, it sucks, man.

- Nicholas.

Because everybody's

happy except me. Me?

- Nicholas!

- Oh, man, I'm just looking for a reason

to put a gun back in my hand,

and a bullet in someone else's brain

before I put one in my own.

So tell me,

are the guys we're going up

against, are they bad?

- Faceless corporation.

- That's even better.

- Nicholas!

- What?!

- I'm going to give you crabs.

- That's it. Pack your sh*t.

Take those f***ing rat dogs

and get out of my house!

One of those dogs

is yours, cocksucker.

Do I look like I wanted

a f***ing Labradoodle?!

She's our baby. I'm going

to piss on your laptop.

She will. Excuse me.

He'll do.

[rock music plays]

[Jack] Guard in the front.

Guard in the back.

Anyone who tries

to drive this thing

other than the driver

assigned for that day,

biometric system automatically

kills the engine.

Can't be restarted. Okay?

We got 20 minutes or less.

State-of-the-art vault. Once it's locked,

only gets open from the inside.

It takes us about an hour,

an hour to cut through.

- How am I doing so far, Karen?

- Mm...

Let's run through this. Nick.

I stop the truck.

- I take out the guard.

- The glass is bulletproof.

Well, it's a good thing

I ain't using bullets.

- What're you using?

- Spark plugs.

These babies will break bulletproof

glass like my wife breaks my balls.

- Logan.

- Provide overwatch.

- Andrew.

- So at 0900 I pick you up,

I drive the tow truck.

- You forgot the armored car.

- Right. I'll get it next time.

- A**hole.

- And Karen.

Oh, I stay here.

Because I'm fat and pregnant.

- You know, I was...

- She's fat and pregnant.

Just the way I like them.

I still don't know how you plan on

breaking into the truck's vault.

Because it's a surprise.

- Oh.

- [Andrew] I love surprises.

[Jack] Mm-hm. We all like

surprises, right, guys?

- Logan?

- Yeah. Look, I don't like you, I don't f***ing trust you.

You be where you're supposed to be tomorrow.

Car fueled up, ready to go.

- I'll be there.

- That's good to hear. Because if you're not,

I'll find you, wait for

that f***ing kid to be born,

and give you a Colombian necktie as

a belated baby shower present.

Graphic, but it gets your point across.

Are we done?

No, we're not f***ing done.

He's got a great thing

going with Jenna.

He doesn't need you

f***ing it up.

You don't think

that he should be

with someone like that

any more than he does.

Let me rephrase.

You f*** this up,

you f*** over Jack,

and I'll kill you.

Now you're just being redundant.

[beat-boxing softly]

Get on there, my little friend.

Yeah. Like old times.

Look alive, people. Showtime.

- You ready, Nick?

- Let's rock and roll.

What's going on?

[grunting] F***!

[truck beeping]

Hey, buddy!

You might want to duck!

[coughing]

- I'm going to the next location.

- Copy that.

Jack, we got a problem.

- How soon?

- Check your six, boss.

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. Let's go.

Come back. Back. Hold! Right there.

Get ready.

All right, Drew.

We gotta bounce.

[Andrew] Let's go!

Let's go.

Jack, you got three vehicles

headed your way.

- And seven...

- [gunshot]

Six bad guys.

- We got three on us.

- Welcome to the suck.

Left! Go left!

- We got one on the right.

- I got him.

[grunts]

Sh*t! Why do the bad guys always

have automatic weapons?

I don't know,

but I'm getting hard!

- You got him?

- One down. Two to go.

There you go, Jackie boy!

Sh*t!

[Andrew]

You got him, Jackie boy!

Get me closer.

- Closer!

- Where are they? I can't see them.

All right. Drive.

Sh*t, I don't see them!

Go! Go!

On the left! On the left!

Whoa!

There. Right there!

Oh, God!

Ah! F***!

Oh, sh*t! Brake!

[brakes squeal]

- Oh! Yeah!

- Whoo!

That a boy!

[winch whirring]

Jackie boy!

We got about 15 minutes

- before this place is swarming with cops.

- I just need two.

You want me

to get you a thermal lance?

I don't need to get in.

I just need this guy

to want out.

[guard] Stop it!

Hands behind your back!

On your stomach! On your stomach!

- Hands behind your back! Down!

- [coughing]

[Andrew laughs]

Holy dingle berries!

- That's a lot of coin.

- Just like Karen said.

Yeah. Just like Karen said.

All right.

Let's get out of here.

- Come on, Jack. Let's rock and roll.

- Yeah.

[Logan]

Where you going, boss man?

I just want to check something

out. It's probably nothing.

Just keep going, I'll...

I'll catch up with you.

You were always a miracle worker

with your hands.

It would have taken me

at least five minutes. Hey!

Just stop right there.

- So, what happens now, Eddie?

- What happens now?

You're going to give me that little

black box, that's what happens now.

- Then what?

- And then what? Then you get to live.

[tires squealing]

- Eddie!

- What?

Let her go.

Put the gun down, hero.

Put the gun down and kick it

over here towards me.

- Don't do it, Jack.

- Nobody asked you your opinion, so shut the f*** up!

Don't worry, hero. With you, she might have

liked it all sweet and gentle,

but with me, she liked it

a little bit rougher.

Mm. Isn't that right,

sweetheart?

Kick it over here to me!

What did you promise him. Huh?

What did you promised him?

Money? Sex? What?

[chuckles] No.

[laughs] He doesn't know? No.

[laughs] You b*tch.

Let me show you something.

Let me show you something.

- Eddie. Eddie...

- This? Is that what you're talking about?

Eddie, please, no.

Eddie. Eddie!

Say bye-bye to the baby.

Don't do it, Eddie.

No!

[Eddie] Oh, no! No baby!

Oh, no. No one's hurt.

[Eddie chuckles]

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