Cat Run 2

(MAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

No matter what, I can't

believe he'd do this to me.

Three women at once?

Two girls and.

Who is she'? Their f***ing grandmother?

I mean, what?

The man is a sick bastard.

He's not that bad.

It was on his business card.

It was a joke.

(SCOFFS)

You're better off

without him. Okay?

Now can we change the subject?

We've been talking about your

ex since we left Pristina.

(DOOR CLATTERS)

(MAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Whoa!

What the f*** are you doing?

(HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

(INAUDIBLE)

WOMAN:
Whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo!.!

Hey, ifs time to go.

We got to get out of here.

Wilson, let's go!

Private, we're leaving!

CORDRAY:
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hang tight.

Not seeing anything you like?

Our orders are very specific.

We're looking for something

a little more high-grade.

I got two smoke shows coming up.

Brand-new, fresh

f***ing racehorses.

Sit down, give me two minutes.

(WOMAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

You need some positive male

attention for a change.

I mean...

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

Move on.

Hey, you two Polacks are up.

Let's go.

Now! Let's go! Come on!

CORDRAY:
All right, all right.

Gentlemen, give it up

for our next act.

We got some European

beauties for you.

(HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

High-grade enough for you?

DUQUESNE:
Yeah,

these two will work.

OFFICER:
Look at

those fake titties.

Well, there you go.

(GRUNTING)

Oh, yeah.

OFFICER 1:
Damn, I could

tear that sh*t up'

OFFICER 2; Yeah.

FREDERICKSON:
Beautiful.

Oh, my gosh.

OFFICER:
Grind on her,

baby, come on now.

Put her down nice and soft.

FREDERICKSON:
Excellent

taste as always, Sergeant.

OFFICER' Grind on her.

Grind it' baby!

Sergeant, good job. Good job.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I need to pee.

FREDERICKSON:
Pee'? Wait, wait, wait.

Don't go.

You can pee on me. (GRUNTS)

You dirty little boy.

Oh!

(LAUGHING)

I love you, baby. I love you!

OFFICER:
Dirty dog.

You're a sicko.

You're sick, dog.

Private, accompany

our guest to the latrine.

Thank you.

Right this way, ma'am'

Thank you for the escort.

(BEEPING)

That's a long-ass piss.

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

(BEEPING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

MAN:
(LAUGHING) My turn.

What's your status?

Two minutes,

but I may not have n.

Hold your position, I'm coming.

MAN:
Oh' my God.

We'll rendezvous later.

Mina. Just do it!

Activity in Sector C.

MAN ON RADIO:
Copy that.

(KNOCKING)

Ma'am.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Ma'am.

Oh!

Security, we have a civ

unaccompanied on the base.

I repeat, a civ

unaccompanied on the base.

Where the f*** did she go? You

were supposed to be with her.

I don't know'

she just disappeared.

(BEEPING)

What the hell are

you doing in here?

Just me.

(GROANS)

SOLDIER:
Drop your weapon!

(GROANING)

MAN ON PA:
We are Code Orange in Sector 3.

This is not a drill.

(GRUNTING)

SOLDIER:
Show me

your f***ing hands!

(GROANS)

Mina!

(GROANS)

Don't move!

Put your f***ing hands up!

Get 'em up!

What do you want?

Who sent you?

It's nothing personal.

What isn't personal?

(GROANS)

This.

Mina, where are you?

MINA:
Tatiana, go, save yourself.

It's too hot.

TATIANA:
Mina.

(OPERA MUSIC PLAYING)

So, what's it gonna be?

What's what gonna be?

The new name of the restaurant?

I think the space is

too small for

"B*tch Who Broke My Heart

and Took Half of My Sh*t."

Dude. What? Too soon?

You can change it to

Catalina Spanish B*tch-re.

You know what you need, man?

You need to get out of Brooklyn.

Cat's gone, Jules, that's a fact

whether I'm here

or somewhere else.

JULIAN:
That's right, but, look,

we need to go somewhere' too.

Take your mind off the whole

restaurant thing and this chick.

Emmett' cut that on the bias. On the bias.

You know better.

Yeah, chop, chop.

Hi' Michelle. Let's see what you've got.

JULIAN:
Looks good.

Needs acid. Just a little

bit, though' okay?

MICHELLE:
Sure.

JULIAN:
It needs sea salt.

Hey, man. Uh.

You ever thought

about making short ribs

or cooking burritos

or something? Mmm?

ANTHONY:
Why don't you go

clean the dishes for me, man?

Really? Come on, lazy ass.

The dishes? Watch out.

This ain't 12 Years a Slave.

HOSTESS:
Brown.

(KEYPAD CLICKING)

Party of two for Friday.

That's correct.

I am looking for

Mr. Anthony Hester.

HOSTESS:
I'm sorry,

sir, we're closed.

I would like for it

to be a surprise.

We're closed, sir.

You can't go back there.

Don't even try it!

Whoa' whoa. Please. Take

your hand out, slowly.

Slowly. DIMITRI:
Okay, please.

Dimitri Vetrok.

Cooking Network.

I am here about a food

expo in New Orleans.

You are a contestant m this

year's final cook-off.

No, I'm not.

Try again, you f***.

My fault, I got

your chest all wet.

No, you are. You're in there.

I entered you in the contest.

What? JULIAN; Yeah.

You did? Yeah.

I am? Yes.

Congratulations.

You're in there.

ANTHONY:
Man, what's

the matter with you?

You signed me up

for the Louisiana

Bayou to Bourbon

Street Food Expo?

And I entered you

in the final cook-off.

First place, 50 large.

Yeah? I got nowhere to stay.

(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

I got us. You forget I got

family down in New Orleans.

That's my culture.

Culture? Yeah.

Who that said, "They're

going to beat them Saints?

You know, Mama gonna cook you

a big shrimp basket. Sorry.

You know what? Hey, remember this?

Mmm.

JULIAN:
Mardi Gras, '99.

ANTHONY:
Oh, sh*t.

JULIAN Remember I was

throwing all those beads

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