Next Day Air

Synopsis: When a misguided delivery driver inadvertently delivers a package containing concealed bricks of cocaine to the wrong address, it sets in motion a desperate search and battle for the coke between the furious dealer that sent it, the fearful intended recipients that missed it, and the conniving accidental recipients that plan to flip it. Time is running out and everyone's trying to get their hands on the package that's been sent...Next Day Air!
Genre: Action, Comedy, Crime
Director(s): Benny Boom
Production: Summit Entertainment
Rotten Tomatoes:
84 min

I don't know what the f*ck

is going on here.

Shut the f*ck up!

F*ck you. F*ck you, that's my shit!

It's in my house.

No, I don't got nothing to do with this shit.

Yo! Why don't we just put the guns down?

Man, I just deliver packages for a living.

What the f*ck am I doing here?

What a day.

Shut the f*ck up!

Brain, brain, go away

Come to play another day

Go away, go away

7500 Wissahickon Avenue.

Apartment 303, Philadelphia.

- Spell it.

- You serious?

Phila-del-phia, 19144.

Apartment 303.

You sure about that?

Hell, yeah, I'm sure.

I know where I live.

- Be sure you're there to sign for it.

- Don't worry. We'll be here.


Take that.

We gotta a couple of hours to set that off.

You sure you can trust that lady

with this much work?

Right now, I got no choice.

After that loss I took from Carlos...

Speaking of Carlos, I found him.

He's in the car.

Let me out! F*ck, man!

- Look what the f*ck he did to my face, man.

- What the f*ck?

- You think I give a f*ck about your face?

- I don't have it.

Let me tell you what happened.

I wasn't feeling it.

I got the money from Jess.

I was ready to roll and I go to the airport,

and just when I'm about to get on the plane

the Feds snatched me up and took it.

Look, I swear to God!

I just didn't know how to tell you.

'Cause you're fucking crazy.

I'm supposed to believe the Feds found

$700,000 in your fucking suitcase?

- I'm not lying!

- That's what you want me to believe?

I'm not lying, all right? F*ck.

- F*ck, I'm not lying.

- Do him a favor.

No, Bodega. No!

And in other news, following up on

the story we left you yesterday,

three masked gunmen apparently robbed

the Prestige Bank

on the corner of Broad and Olney.

Early details were sketchy.

However, police now believe

that the would-be robbers

who intended to set it off,

really never set it off at all.

Authorities say that

all of the bank's funds are intact

and the only thing stolen

were the bank's surveillance tapes.

- Shit.

- Sandy Carter reporting live

from Center City...

Surveillance tapes? Idiots!

Surveillance tapes? For real?

Surveillance tapes, f*ck!

- It ain't my fault.

- What?

You're trying to say it's my fault?

It ain't my fault.

You had us go up in that bank

in the first place.

What? Bro, all I said was...

You keep the car running.

We might as well all just go in there.

You know what I'm saying?

It's the three of us.

We're in and we're out. All right?

What's up, man?

Y'all looking at me like that.

- You ready for the money?

- Let's do it!

- Okay then, let's go!

- I need a gun, dawg! I need a gun.

- Man, my fault, my fault, my fault.

- Man.

Yeah, you know what time it is.

Get on the floor, now!

Dawg, don't make it a homicide.

Do what the f*ck you're told.

What you talking? It was perfect.

Turn around.

Hassie had the guard.

I had the floor locked down.

Everybody be quiet, don't say shit!

Give me these glasses

so I can see that paper.

All you had to do was...

Hit the safe.

- Stop right there, Guch.

- What?

I could have sworn I heard you say...

Yo. Get the tapes.

Why would I toss you a trash bag

and ask you to get the tapes? Why?

You rise up in there

like Billy the Kid, with the AK out.

At least I'm thinking

you're gonna hit the drawers.

There better not be no pork in this either.

Come on, come on, give me them tapes.

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

You're trying to tell me

the whole time you was in the vault

you ain't see no money?

- Brody, come on, man!

- I've got it, Guch. I'm coming.

My adrenalin was running.

I don't remember.

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