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CHUCK:
My guess is we're talking fuel filters
here, Fernando. The gas is dirty, these
jitneys get in the mountains, their
engines cut out.
FERNANDO:
That could lose us half an hour.
CHUCK:
Easy. Each way.
His beeper goes off.
INT. FEDEX OFFICES - MANILA - DAY - MOMENTS LATER
Chuck is on the phone.
CHUCK:
Chuck hesitates for a moment, then looks at his watch.
CHUCK:
Strapped into the jump seat behind the pilots, Chuck sleeps
with a mask over his eyes. On his lap are some travel
brochures. We see sailboats, we see the Florida keys.
EXT. ST. PETERSBURG FEDEX OFFICES - DAY
Christmas in Russia. Snow everywhere. Brightly colored
lights. Chucks gets out of a Volga with Aleksei. He has a
bag over his shoulder, the dented package under one arm.
The staff has assembled near the loading dock. Yuri the
station manager stands in front, occasionally catching the
eye of the attractive woman. Chuck displays the FedEx box.
CHUCK:
It took this test package thirty-two
hours to get from Seattle to St.
Petersburg, a distance of nine thousand
miles. And then it took forty-one hours
to get from our warehouse in St.
Petersburg to here, a distance of,
what --
ALEKSEI:
Six kilometers. Four miles.
CHUCK:
So how are we going to get this place
shaped up?
There's a muttered chorus of answers.
CHUCK:
There's only one way. We have to work
together. Every one of us depends on
everyone else. If one package is late,
we are all late. If one truck misses the
deadline, we all miss the deadline.
Let's start by taking a look around.
Chuck leads his team through the sorting area. Yuri squeezes
right next to him, ostentatiously carrying a clipboard.
Chuck stops.
CHUCK:
Here, this table is too far from the
wall. Packages can slip down...like...
(pulls out a package from
behind a table)
...this.
He hefts the package, as if trying to guess what's inside.
CHUCK:
What could be in here? Let's say one of
you sent it. Could be the closing papers
on your dacha, could be a toy for your
grandson's birthday, could be a kidney to
keep your mother alive. I don't think
you want your mother's kidney to end up
behind a table.
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