Precious Cargo Page #3

- [Karen] Jack!

- Give me a minute, Karen.

- Yeah, but I...

- Did you see the finger?!

- Yes, Jack, I see the finger!

- Well, the finger means

- I need one minute to think!

- Here they come!

- [phone dialing]

- What are you doing?

- I'm calling the police!

- Give me that!

There's no calling the police!

Ah!

- Where are we going, Jack?

- Somewhere safe, Jenna.

- Okay, Karen, go.

- Someone thinks I stole from him.

- Did you? Karen!

- What?!

- Did you steal from someone?

- No!

Jesus Christ! Do you ever

think anything through?!

Oh, don't talk to me about thinking things

through! You over analyze everything!

I like to plan! I like to plan so I don't

get into sh*t like this!

Please just pay attention to

the people trying to kill us!

Faster! Faster! Let's go!

- I ran a job for Eddie Filosa.

- Oh, mistake number one.

- You know him?

- I know of him.

Well, the job went south

and we lost the score.

Well, that happens.

Yeah, well, tell that to Eddie.

He wants me to make good for it!

- All of it?

- All of it!

- How big?

- Huge!

- That's not very rational.

- Eddie's not exactly rational, Jack.

[dog barking]

- Is she okay?

- She's fine.

- What is Logan's dog even doing here?

- Grace is Logan's dog?

- She didn't know?

- I was going to tell you.

- [Karen laughs]

- You were going to tell me what part, Jack?

That Grace isn't yours,

that you got an ex-girlfriend pregnant,

or that you're some type

of uber-criminal?!

She's got a point, Jack.

Come on, faster! Go!

Can you take out that Jet Ski?

I'm out! Of course

I can take out the Jet Ski!

There's something wrong

with your gun!

There's nothing wrong

with my gun, Karen.

Oh, really?

Then why don't we let "this

year's model" give it a try?

- Just leave her alone.

- Why? I know she likes to just lay on her back,

but maybe she wants

to participate more.

What the hell did you ever see

in this woman, Jack?

I gave him a reason

to f*** with the lights on!

- Jack!

- What?

[Karen] There are

no more Jet Skis.

The bad news, no more guns.

- What do we got left?

- A shotgun.

We're never going to hit them

from this distance.

- I'm going to flatspin the boat.

- Really?

[laughs] Just like Brazil.

Ah!

[laughs]

Karen! Take the wheel!

- Get her out of here!

- Go!

Jack, what are you doing? Jack!

[grunting]

- [grunting]

- F***ing b*tch!

[groaning]

- Oh, sh*t!

- Oh, God!

[laughs]

Mm!

F***!

[Jack] Grace, get over here,

girl. Come on!

- [Karen groans]

- Are you all right?

- Jenna, can I talk to you for a minute, please?

- Yeah.

I need you to get a hotel

for the next few days.

Call in sick to work.

Don't tell them where you are.

I don't want to get a hotel.

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