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

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