Black Dog

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[Man] All right, people.

This is Agent Ford.

We're almost there.

Let's make it count.

This is a surveillance op.

We do not want this guy.

I repeat. Do not let him

I.D. You. He's just the driver.

Eagle One.

Gimme a heads-up.

Eagle One has

target in sight.

Target moving east

on Third. Over.

Roger, Eagle One.

C.P. Is following.

Packages are right there in back.

[Ford] Eagle One, you copy

the black Mustang?

[Eagle One] Roger, C.P.

There's a second one closing in also.

Shit!

[Ford]

He's made us. Maintain pursuit.

Repeat. Maintain pursuit.

Get the plates

on those Mustangs!

Do not lose that driver.

He's our only link to the buyers.

[Horn Blaring]

[Gasps]

- F.B.I.! Freeze! Freeze!

- Don't shoot! A.T.F.!

- Agent McClaren, A.T.F.

- What the hell's A.T.F. Doin' on an F.B.I. Operation?

- And you are?

- Allen Ford.

I'm sensing a lot of hostility here.

There's no reason to get defensive.

You've got yourself a dead driver

and a cute little shipment of guns!

But ya don't have the seller,

and ya don't have the buyer!

All you've done is shown

the man we're on to him.

A.T.F. What does that

stand for, anyway?

Alcohol, Tobacco

and F*ckups?

Definitely a lot of hostility.

[Foghorn Wailing]

[Ship Horn Blaring]

[Man]

Change your nozzle!

Hey, Tommy, you're takin' a little

longer than you should with that!

Let's go! Let's go!

Come on. Come on!

- Come on! Let's go!

- Find out what that problem was?

Supposed to be 3/16ths!

Jeff, do I have to remind you

what happened last week?

Come on, Billy.

Get a mop and clean that up.

- Crews!

- Yeah.

I need this one today.

[Man]

Manuel, main-end rod bearing!

- Mr. Cutler said tomorrow.

- I don't give a shit what Mr. Cutler said.

I got a bunch of loads going out.

I need this one today.

- [Mutters]

- Is that a problem?

Uh, no, sir... Just I told my wife I'd

pick my daughter up from school and...

Well, that's real fatherly of you,

but if you want to keep this job,

you're gonna stay here

till it's finished.

- Hey, Greg, can you give me a hand over here?

- If you need it, it'll be done.

- Mr. Cutler wanted to see me?

- He's expecting you, Jack.

- [Knocking]

- Come in!

[Phone Ringing]

- Yes, sir. You wanted to see me?

- Sit down, Crews.

- You've been with me, what, Crews, three weeks now?

- Yes, sir.

Says here, you used

to drive a truck.

I think, uh, "used to drive"

is the operative phrase.

Come on, Jack. Don't be so modest. Your

parole officer says you could drive...

an ice truck through hell

on the 4th of July.

Bet you miss that life,

don't you?

- Being your own boss and nobody tellin' you what to do.

- Sometimes, I guess.

I bet you miss the money

all the time.

How'd you like a chance

to earn some extra cash?

I got a load I need

brought up from Atlanta.

- Off the books, you know what I mean?

- Sir, if you know I can drive,

you also know that I lost my license

permanently when I went to prison.

The way I see it, you only need

a license if you get pulled over.

You made that Georgia run before,

right? You know how easy it is.

It's 15 hours. Nobody even

has to know you're out of town.

Not even your parole officer. Nobody.

I don't think so.

I'll tell you

what I'll do, Jack.

I know some people. Do this for me, I

might be able to get your license back.

- Job pays 10 grand.

- I can't do it.

[Laughs]

Why don't you sleep

on it, Jack?

Seein' how much you like your job, I'd

hate to see you make the wrong decision.

Why don't you check

with me tomorrow?

- Federal Bureau of Investigation.

- [Woman] D.N.A. Is a match.

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