Beast of Burden Page #4

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and we don't have any money.

So why do you keep saying

that everything will be okay?

SEAN:
I have a deal worked out

with the Peace Corps,

with the doctors.

You're not working out a deal

as a Peace Corps

contractor, Sean.

They haven't sent you

anywhere in months.

What the f*** are you

doing in Mexico?

Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang on.

Thats... that's not fair.

I called Dave, Sean.

Wait, wait, you called

the Peace Corps Dave?

- How did you get his number?

- Yes, Peace Corps Dave.

They didn't send you

anywhere this week.

It sure as hell wasn't

the Air Force.

Jen, we should not be talking

about this right now, okay?

Oh, no, well, I'll be able

to change the damn locks

- before you get home.

- Jen, don't...

Jen!

Come on! Jesus Christ!

Shoot.

SEAN:
Let's see

how good you are.

Come on, come on!

Come on!

[PLANE ENGINE REVVING]

Yep.

Come on. Come on.

Yes!

[CHUCKLES]

Yep.

You're fine.

Just do your job.

Just do your job, Sean.

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

[CAR DOOR OPENS]

[KNOCKING]

Uh, are you...

[MEXICAN MUSIC PLAYING

ON RADIO]

Um... Hey, can you roll down

the window?

Or turn on the air,

please?

Honey, they, um...

they gave me a bonus.

They... F***.

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

[CHATTER IN SPANISH]

[SOFT WHISTLE]

Passport.

- What?

- My man, my man, come on...

No. Uh, no.

We don't do that.

That's never been

part of the deal.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[BACKGROUND CHATTER

IN SPANISH]

When you came into Mexico,

they stamped you in

at the airport, no?

- Yes.

- And when you leave,

we stamp you out.

MAN:
Satellite phone, GPS.

You leave everything

when you land.

SEAN:
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I know. I know.

You have enough fuel

to make it to the drop.

- How much fuel?

- Enough.

But you need to leave now.

You're fighting

against the morning

at this point.

- Uh, what the hell's that?

- That is your cargo.

Well, that's...

Its supposed to be 25 kilos.

It has to be double that.

It is what it is.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

[PHONE RINGING]

Jen, I'm sorry, okay?

I don't have time

for this right now.

Please just go to sleep.

JEN:
I don't have time

for this either.

If something happened to you

doing whatever it is

youre doing,

where would that leave me?

Just please try not to think

about that right now, okay?

Just believe me.

I know... I know what I'm doing.

[JEN SIGHS] Oh, sh*t.

- What?

- That car is back.

- What car?

- Some car keeps...

coming to the driveway,

turning around.

Must be lost. I don't know.

- [GLASS SHATTERS]

- What was that?

- Jen!

- Broke a wine glass.

- Okay, Jen, lock the doors.

- I just got these!

[LINE CUTS]

Shoot!

[PHONE DIALING]

[LINE RINGING]

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