El Nino Page #3

we toss it overboard.

In Spain, no weed means no jail.

Hear that, Nio?

Spain is a great place to live.

Anyway, if Rachid says you can go,

then it means he's paid the cops off.

All you have to do is follow this.

Hey! The cops are here!

Relax. They're friends.

Friends?

As long as they get their share.

No, that one goes over there.

What does it matter?

Each package has an owner,

they're marked.

This is ngel-3-Sierra.

Ready to depart from the platform.

Great! You just got here

and you're already pissing me off.

You were late so I took your seat.

How long for?

Until your punishment's over?

- Are we energised?

- Yes.

OK, breaker on.

Why couldn't they

have punished Eva?

We'd give her a ride for free.

She's out of your league.

Give over, Fish Face.

Don't you feel embarrassed depriving

all those kids of fish fingers?

Arsehole.

I can't believe you defrosted

three tonnes of hake for nothing!

Captain Birds Eye!

That's a good one.

There's your new nickname.

Captain Birds Eye.

Is he always like this?

Does he ever shut up?

That's why I'm so knackered.

So where shall we go?

Towards Tarifa, see if we get lucky.

OK, here we go.

ngel-3-Sierra, we're airborne.

Transponder code 7000.

Request operational flight.

You're clear to fly.

They just left.

I've got something six miles ahead.

Can you check it, Sergio?

I'm on it.

There it is. Over there.

Let's see.

It's an inflatable.

It's leaving one hell of a wake.

Lucky Captain Birds Eye.

Here we go.

You still remember what to do?

Hit the gas, Nio!

That's it, Nio!

12,000 when we get back.

Can you believe it?

This is awesome...

Stop your engines immediately

and wait to be boarded.

All paid off, my arse!

I'll kill that buddy of yours.

They don't give a f***.

Son of a b*tch.

Press them a little.

Now you're talking.

Why don't you stop, mate?

What are you doing?

We have to dump it!

Sit down! Sit down!

You just wait and see what happens...

We have to dump it!

Sit down!

They look like they've smoked

a whole bundle themselves.

Don't you think?

Stop! Stop!

They're not stopping.

Shall we play cat and mouse with them?

- Now you're talking.

- Let's go.

You're enjoying yourself.

It's like riding a bike.

Where are they?

No idea, but I think I've sh*t myself.

Son of a b*tch!

I'm sure of it now.

Of what?

That I've definitely sh*t myself.

That scared them.

See that?

Eyes like saucers.

And again.

Wait, wait!

Hold on! Slow down!

This isn't PlayStation!

We're risking our lives here!

Son of a b*tch! Did you see that?

- I told you they were stoned.

- He's a kamikaze.

Sh*t, they're coming back again.

He's heading back to Morocco.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes