Contraband

(HELICOPTER APPROACHING)

MALE DISPATCHER:

We have India 114,

Flight 104 is

waiting for your go.

That's it, right there.

There's our guy.

Begin your final

approach to the target.

PILOT ON RADIO:

Flight 104, copy that.

ANDY:
Shit!

Walter, wake up. Customs.

What? Who?

We need the fucking bag.

Where the f*ck is the key?

CBP OFFICER:

Tighten that line.

Now secure the other side.

Easy, easy up.

Okay, okay.

Hurry up. Come on,

put it in the bag.

Come on!

CBP OFFICER:
Pull this up.

Come on, come on. Let's go!

WALTER:
Go, Andy.

CBP OFFICER:
Stop!

Federal officer! Don't move!

(DOG BARKING)

Excuse me. Excuse me,

y'all. Can I have

everybody's attention?

I want to do a quick toast

to the bride and groom,

Danny and Shelly.

Congratulations.

(ALL CHEERING)

I can't believe it, man.

I'm fucking married, Chris.

Danny, I know.

I was standing

right there with you.

Look, what about

this fucking guy?

He's my best friend,

best man at my wedding.

He doesn't even remember

that this is where

my reception was.

Thank God he's sober.

You don't remember?

I remember throwing up

on Kate's shoes.

Yeah, I remember, too.

I apologized for that.

(PLAYING UPBEAT MUSIC)

Everybody,

do it like this.

(VOCALIZING)

TOMMY:
I mean, you were

like the Lennon and

McCartney of smuggling.

How do you smuggle

a fucking Ferrari?

Where do you hide it?

CHRIS:
We didn't.

We let customs

seize it in port.

Give me your phone.

SEBASTIAN:

You take the guts out.

The transmission,

the wiring system.

Take all that shit out,

hide it inside

other containers.

So, when customs

auctions off the car,

he gets himself

a Ferrari

for next to nothing.

He just bought

the empty shell?

Yes, he got the empty

shell at the auction.

And then we...

Sell him the missing parts.

...sold him back the guts.

And he's got himself

a new Ferrari

for less than

you paid for that

piece-of-shit Honda.

It's a nice Honda.

Yeah, that's

why you live

in it, right?

Because it's a

nice fucking Honda.

Can I dance

with my wife?

Hey, what's up, buddy?

Can I get another one

of these when you

get a chance?

Hey, Chris.

Church, hey.

How are you doing, man?

Long time, no see.

Where you been?

Well, I'm living

out in Algiers now.

The f*ck are you

doing out there?

It's nice,

I like it out there.

It's good for the family.

A guy like you

don't belong

in Algiers, Chris.

What are you

doing for work?

I started my own business,

setting up alarm systems.

Fill that up, will you?

Your old man

getting jailed

freak you out? Huh?

I guess.

That, and having

a wife and two little

boys, you know?

Yeah.

You've got to stick to

what you're good at,

though, Chris.

Listen, I offered

to take care of that

ship captain for your dad.

He said no.

Anyway, Chris,

if you're ever thinking

of getting back in,

let me know, okay?

Yeah?

Yeah.

Good.

I don't even know

why we're doing this

in the first place.

Just trust me, okay?

It will be cool.

If we try to run,

it will make it worse.

(SHIP HORN BLOWING)

Where are these guys?

Here we go,

here we go.

Be cool, now.

(WHISPERS) Here we go,

here we go.

ANDY:
Hey, man.

Customs boarded us,

we had to dump the package.

You did?

We had no choice.

Right?

Nothing we could do, man.

That's it.

What did I say?

I told you it was cool.

WALTER:
Come on, man,

let's get the f*ck

out of here.

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(PLAYING SLOW MUSIC)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

It's my brother.

What happened?

Is he okay?

No. We've got to go now.

What?

(SIREN WAILING)

CHRIS:
Walter

is in surgery.

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