Precious Cargo

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[golf ball dings on metal]

Sh*t. Sorry, girl.

Final hole.

He birdies here,

he walks away

with the Green Jacket.

- [horn honking]

- F***!

Wonderful.

You're late.

[speaking Spanish]

- The weapons?

- It's on the boat. The cash?

- Feels a little light.

- That's 45,000 now.

The rest you'll get wired

into an account of your choosing

- once we get the weapons.

- No, no, no!

This is bullshit!

This is not what we agreed on!

Hey, Pablo, Paco, Pepe,

whatever the f*** your name is.

Leave the weapons on the boat.

[sighs]

Okay. Fine.

You want to play games?

I'll play games.

But I'll have you know,

I hate games.

In fact, I quit grade school because

of motherfucking recess!

We agreed on a set price.

I get the weapons, I drop them off here.

You pay me 150,000 cash

for my troubles.

- 150,000 cash.

- 45,000 cash.

Oh, sh*t. I'm sorry.

I didn't realize this is Let's Make a Deal.

Okay, Monty.

Forty-give grand

for $45,000 worth of weapons.

Hey, hey, come on. Come on.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

- Wait!

- [gunshot]

Ryan, get the bags,

get the weapons.

[groans, sighs]

Not cool, hombre.

[gasps]

I can do this

all day, amigo.

F***!

- Oh, sh*t.

- Blanks.

Logan. Logan. Logan.

- Logan!

- [speaking Spanish]

Logan. Logan!

Logan!

[man shouts in Spanish]

[gunshot]

[groans, sighs]

Well, this is a sad commentary

on today's society.

[Logan over earpiece]

Don't take it too personal, Jack.

Don't kid yourself, partner.

It's always personal.

PS, where the f***

were you on those last two?

Marksmanship 101, boss.

Gun-target line was sh*t.

I'm firing .308 win mags.

Oh, by the way,

you got some brain in your hair.

- Jesus Christ!

- At this range, a .308 woulda ripped right through

your recently deceased business partners

and left you with a sucking chest wound.

Well, good to know. All right,

let's get the hell out of here.

On my way, boss man.

[Jack] What happened

with Gabriel's rounds?

I couldn't get

to his spare mags.

- He would have noticed!

- That could have been bad.

- Could have.

- You guys are f***ing idiots, by the way.

How many more times you think you're

going to get away with this blanks sh*t?

Is that concern

I hear in your voice?

Yeah, concern

for my future employment.

My skill set doesn't exactly

translate to working at Starbucks.

Let's get out of here.

I'll see you

in a couple of weeks.

If you're lucky.

Come on, let's see what you got.

Come on. There you go.

Hey, hey, hey.

Don't push me too hard.

[rock music plays]

[Jack] Can you grab me a towel?

What the f*** is this?

- What the f*** is what?

- This!

- Where'd you find that?

- Jenna would be pissed.

- Jenna and me have only...

- Jenna and I. I'm just saying.

Jenna and I have only

been dating for a few weeks.

- I'm throwing this out.

- Fine. I don't care. Throw it out.

Wow. I'm impressed.

When's the last time

you heard from her, anyway?

I don't know.

Six months.

You're a real nutless wonder,

you know that, Jack?

Honestly. What the hell

did you ever see in her?

- [man speaking Spanish]

- [man 2] Everybody down!

- [man 3] Get that. Let's go!

- [man speaking Spanish]

[phone rings]

- Hello, Edward.

- So glad you picked up.

I'm kind of in the middle

of something right now,

so I'll probably

just call you back.

I know where you are

and I know what you are doing.

Or did you forget who planned

this little trip

in the first place?

You called this job off, Eddie.

So you can't blame me

for going ahead with this.

But I do blame you. You're

doing a job that I planned.

A job that I set up.

There are finder's fees associated with it.

Your job you called off and I

decided to move forward with?

Without me.

Without my permission, Karen.

What do you want, Eddie?

- My full share.

- Which is?

- One hundred percent.

- What happened to 60?

Well, the additional 40 is for the

indignity that I have suffered.

- No f***ing way.

- [siren wailing]

Yes f***ing way, Karen.

You called the cops?

What can I say?

My feelings were hurt.

- You'll get nothing.

- A price I would gladly pay

to teach you

a long overdue lesson.

- [shouting]

- [gunshots]

Now, Glenn,

why is it that these ties look

like they were dipped in sh*t?

- Sh*t, Mr. Filosa?

- Sh*t. Yes.

Sir, you asked

for Scarlet Forest,

and I assure you these ties

are all Scarlet Forest.

- You're assuring me that?

- Yes, sir.

I'm assuring you that they look

like they were dipped in sh*t.

See this?

See this color? When that dries, that's

the color I want on these ties.

- Yes, sir.

- Off you go.

If Karen makes it out alive, she'll have

no choice but to take her original flight.

I need to know

exactly what she knows.

Yes, sir.

It's only a matter

of days now.

This job,

my job is right out there.

We can't let Karen f*** it up.

- Absolutely f***ing not.

- Why not?

Why? 'Cause the fact that you borrow my dog in

order to trick your veterinarian girlfriend

to thinking you're

an animal lover is pathetic.

I am an animal lover,

I'm just not an animal owner.

- Do you even like this woman?

- Yes, I like this woman. I like her a lot.

Then why do you continue

to lie to her?

I lie to her

because I like her!

Ha. Well,

spoken like a true man.

Stop it.

I want her home by morning.

[dog whimpers]

[phone rings]

Reception. Yeah, he's right here.

All right, I'll let him know.

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