Red Water Page #5

I'm trying.

Jerry, you didn't forget | the combination, now, did you?

No, 1-7-5-3.

I know these numbers | better than my ex-wife's cup size.

I've been living them every night | for five years.

Get your ass out of the way.

- Forget it, man. | - Damn!

You idiot. | Put that thing away.

The whole thing's rusted solid, okay?

We'll open it when we get | back to Rick's.

I don't think so, homey.

Because we ain't going | back to Rick's.

See, my cousin Rick...

...he pay me chump change | and treat me like a scrub.

So I gotta ask Jerry, Jerry...

I'm all like, Some of 3 million | or being trunk music?

Tough call, huh, Brett?

Who got at who?

Why don't you go | for a night dive.

We transfer whatever gear | we need over to the Queen...

...then scuttle this tub, | like it sunk in the blowout.

What about them? | Shoot them?

We don't want to leave | any evidence.

We cut them, make them bleed, | feed them to the shark.

- Damn, Jerry. You're a cold pimp. | - Thanks. Get up. Get up!

Let's go.

- That dog never caught on. | - Go figure.

Slumming with Rick, right? | Greedy and stupid, both of them.

Hey, Rick still got that piranha thing?

Y'all...

Look out!

Down!

I been working five long years | for this score...

...and I'm not gonna let some | fisherman take it away!

Kelli! Emery! Jump in the water | and swim over here!

- You crazy? | - She'll tow you!

Vengeance is mine, man! | Payback time! Little man walk tall!

Bye, boat.

Now!

I should've stayed with the band.

Not again.

I gotcha.

Kick, Emery, kick!

- Come on! | - I am.

Give me a hand.

Go!

- John? | - I'm here, baby.

Stick your foot in there | and hang on.

Emery! Take her away!

John!

- The engine's gonna blow! | - Give me that money!

- Give me that money! | - Take it!

Kelli!

Damn.

Yeah, baby. Yeah. | Come to daddy.

Come on!

Give it!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You ain't no shark. | I'm the shark.

That's why I got the money. | Know what I'm saying?

- Oh, God. | - Hold on to me.

Come on, y'all, swim. | He's right behind you. Come on.

Come on. Get to the crane. | Climb up the crane.

Forget it! No!

There he comes. He's right | behind you, John. Get on the rig.

Kelli!

John!

- Emery! | - Yeah?

- Get to the doghouse! | - What?

- The control room! | - You got it, captain.

Now what?

When I say now, release the brake, | the blue handle!

- Got it. The red handle. | - The blue! The blue handle!

- Make up your mind. | - Start the drill!

Come on.

Open wide, you ugly bastard.

Now!

Yeah! Yeah!

I wonder if that reward still stands.

I don't see why not.

I think maybe we should just...

...let the Spirit of the Black Cove | rest in peace, yeah?

Yeah.

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