Cargo

My name is Captain Brookes.

I am a witness.

I am part of the filth of it all.

Each night,

shadows long since dead

watch me try to flee.

All seems fine, the ship sets sail

but at the deepest point in mid-ocean

a blackness settles upon our souls.

There's an old saying amongst sailors:

"We have a corpse in the cargo."

Good drum. It's perfect. - No, thanks.

- It can say everything you want.

- This bag... - I said no.

- It's real skin. It's nice!

You can buy for your girlfriend.

- Yeah, my girlfriend. - You can.

She'd kill me if I buy this crap.

- I give good price, no?

How much?

I'll give you five.

OK, ten, more than it's worth.

Alright, my last offer, 15.

Because it's your lucky day.

- Is not for you.

And it's not for sale.

F*** you.

Give me that bangle!

- F*** it! - Give me the bangle!

Alright, I'll give you the bangle.

I'll give you the bangle!

Stop it, you arsehole! Piss off.

Very funny! Very funny.

Passport.

OK?

What?

Visa.

I'm from Germany. It's a European

passport so I don't need a visa.

Come with us.

I want a bottle of whisky

and none of this Japanese shite.

A bottle of f***ing whisky, OK?

F***'s sake, will you listen?

Patience, sunshine.

Don't f***ing touch me.

A bit of f***ing patience, alright?

Watch what you're doing, sunshine,

or I'll take your head off!

Thank you very much, mate.

Thank you.

Are you f***ing blind there, c*nt?

- Blind as a bat, sunshine.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Chris.

Spike.

- Sasha.

Are you guys together?

- We are down the docks. On a ship.

Them too?

You?

- Trying to get home.

You might wanna see this.

What is this?

An export license.

You'll have no problems.

Don't worry.

- I like to worry.

I swear, you'll have no problems.

How many can you get?

- As many as you can pay for.

You'll scare it, you mad bastard.

- How much is it worth? - 700 Dollars.

F***! Better than the last time.

- Aye. If they survive.

Make them survive.

We lose the birds, we lose the ship.

Where are you heading?

- Marseille, France.

Marseille. You understand?

Marseille.

I wish you the best.

- No.

Come on, man. Have a drink.

I said no.

Marseille.

You put the money up your arse,

you little wanker! Come here!

I'm with them.

Heading for Marseille.

F***ing move it. Move it!

Move that box up there!

Keep coming!

Keep coming!

Keep coming! Down, down.

Right, lift it!

Got enough of this stuff to last for

ten days? - They'll be fine. - What?

They'll be fine. - What do you know

about it? You don't! F*** sake!

They know.

They can tell. They know.

- Herman.

Just let it go, OK?

Just let it go. Let it go.

OK?

Shut up!

You're an animal.

Yes, I'm an animal.

You're a machine.

Yes, I'm a machine.

Big f***ing...

I saw you.

I f***ing saw you!

Come down here!

Now! Now!

F*** you.

Come here!

What the f*** are you laughing at?

Come here.

Closer.

Closer.

One word...

and I'll cut your f***ing throat.

So?

It's a long story.

- Cut it short.

Picked up a truck in Spain.

Spare parts. - All stolen.

I'm not a thief. I just helped

my mate to drive it down.

He went back to pick up another truck.

I stayed,

to see the place,

bummed around and got mugged.

Some stupid bastard stole my money and

my passport. - What kind of passport?

What's the difference?

I'll work my way.

My little chirpy friend,

you are a stowaway.

Fines, police, courts, immigration!

You're about as welcome as a hedgehog

stuffed up my ass. - What passport?

German. A European passport.

How much money was in his wallet?

About 50 dollars.

I'll pay him back. I'm sorry.

But when I heard Marseille, I could

not believe my luck. I took a chance.

I wanna get home.

So you risk our home?

What do you mean?

You can work with the Baptist.

I don't need him.

In the kitchen.

I prefer not.

In the kitchen.

Take him to his bunk.

Room number nine.

Room number nine.

If you don't mind, captain...

- I do mind.

You're in there.

What's wrong?

You shouldn't be here.

Who the f*** are you?

My name's Chris.

Can I help you?

- No, I just heard the voices.

Nobody was here so...

Any normal people on this boat?

Just one.

Who's that?

- You.

Why are you called the Baptist?

I used to baptize people.

- Not anymore?

I believe in nothing anymore. I cook,

that's it.

You're no ordinary cook.

What are you doing here?

You be careful.

Seven days to go.

Head down.

Mouth shut.

Get off this boat.

Hey, Fifi. Toilet time.

What the f*** are you laughing at?

Toilets.

Dirty bastard!

Sh*t!

"Rebecca,

for nothing is secret

that shall not be made manifest."

There's no way home!

And we can't fly.

We can't go home.

The birds all know!

The birds all know

that we can't go.

We've got no wings!

What the f*** is wrong with him?

- I don't know, I don't know.

Overimportant

and nowhere else to go but turn back.

Turn, turn, turn right on West-Asia!

Turn right on West-Asia! Can't fly!

Can't fly!

Come on, you fool!

Jump! Jump! Jump!

Can't go home. Can't go home.

They've come back. They've come back!

They've come back!

You have to come down.

OK? You have to come down.

Excuse me, Tweetie.

Can you pass the salt?

There you are.

Thank you.

Stop it!

F***ing leave him alone.

Found it

by the birds.

It wasn't there this morning.

This yours?

No.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Go and look.

Luis.

The two Franks.

And you.

No. No!

Now.

- Not me!

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