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(birds chirping)

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WOMAN: Van Varenberg!

Van Varenberg!

WOMAN: Van Varenberg!

Van Varenberg.

(speaking angrily in French)

VANESSA: Are you listening to me, JC?

You could've gotten us all killed.

If your cover had been blown...

It wasn't.

(TV playing quietly)

Okay, I'm sorry.

I was kind of stupid.

Um, you're right.

But I took care of it.

(scoffs) Yeah.

By detonating an entire city block.

Subtle.

(scoffs) You're lucky the blast didn't destroy the tracker.

My explosion was too big.

That's why you punish me with N-Word Jim.

Hmm?

(chuckles) Okay.

First of all, don't call him that; it's offensive.

What? Jim?

The other part.

Also, his name is Victor.

And I wasn't punishing you.

He offered me a kindness.

When I really needed one.

(sighs)

The can you put the tracker in ended up in a garage

just outside of town.

Turns out it's a local street racing spot,

which means our guys are probably selling HK there.

My plan is to go check it out tonight, find the boss,

-and follow him up the ladder. -Great. I'll come.

No. You're way too high-profile for that kind of thing.

I'll go and report back.

And what about the microchip I found?

-This? -Looks important.

Why would a drug dealer have a computer chip?

Huh?

What year do you think it is?

Look at this thing, it's the size of my phone.

It's outdated.

Okay.

Just lay low for a few days, okay?

-(scoffs) -But, uh, Vanessa?

Vanessa?

(line rings)

(ringtone playing)

Go.

He's not ready. You need to pull him.

Well, you know I can't do that.

He's gonna get someone killed.

He's gonna get himself killed.

JANE: I talked Brown down.

There's no one else.

-There's me. -Oh.

Vanessa.

You know that's not how this thing works.

I'm ready.

Please.

You have your role.

You think JC's just gonna let you into the field?

Get himself killed deader than dead

-trying to protect you. -(salamander hissing)

I don't need protection.

I know you don't, dear.

But I can't change the man.

You know that better than anyone.

(sighs)

I do.

(phone beeps)

I'd rather have lobster.

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VICTOR: Huck!

Huck! Help me!

Please, man, help!

Come on!

I know Tom's paintbrush is important to you, Huck,

but she's gone!

You got to let her go!

Please!

You can find another paintbrush!

I don't want another paintbrush!

GUNNAR (over bullhorn): Okay. And-- okay.

-Cut. Cut. Cut. -(bullhorn beeps)

(normal): Um... is he fucking ad-libbing?

(over bullhorn): Okay. Hey, JC, remember, you're gonna

toss the paintbrush,

and grab Jim's hand, 'cause it's a big-- it's a big moment.

All right? You're saving his life.

Got it.

-Yes. -Sorry.

Ah, it's all right.

All right, let's go again.

Roll camera! (clears throat)

You okay, man?

We cool?

From last night?

Yeah, we cool.

Action!

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VICTOR: Huck!

Help me!

Please!

You got to let her go!

You can find another paintbrush!

Yeah! Take my hand!

Come on!

A little closer.

Come on!

Just grab my hand.

Grab my fucking hand.

Oh, God...

JC, are you fucking serious?

GUNNAR: Cut!

VD, hey, buddy.

Uh, sweetheart, can I get wipey for my sneakers?

Thank you. Um, buddy, buddy,

what's going on, man? You're giving me flashbacks

to the Van Buren balloon scene.

-What's happening here? -(sighs)

You're not yourself.

I've been getting that a lot.

Okay. Okay.

You're hurting, I can see that.

Tell me why you're hurting.

Um...

There she is. Hey, sweetie.

It's about Victor.

(inhales)

What about him?

It's, um... his, um...

(inaudible dialogue)

...his character.

It... you know, offends me.

N-- N-word Jim. Okay.

What about N-Word Jim

offends you?

(birds chirping)

His name.

-"Jim"? -No, the other part.

Well, I mean, obviously, we can't call him N...

(stammering)

(whispers): I mean, I mean, we can't call him

"N-Word Jim," so, that's, you know...

Yeah, you're right.

...not cool.

So what about another name?

-Can we change it? -To what?

-Jim. -Jim.

Yeah, but, see, then we undermine his entire experience

as a black man in pre-Civil War America.

Right?

Yeah, okay. Listen, buddy, um,

there's a lot of pressure, I can see it right here.

You need to take a steppie back

from the role for a minnie, all right?

You know what?

You and me... are gonna hit the town tonight.

Get crunked,

let loose those doggies.

What do you think? What do you think about that?

-I cannot. -No.

I've got some plans.

Hey, thank you so much.

Thank you.

Can I get a fuckin' wipey for my sneakers, please?

Luis!

I need your help.

With what?

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(engine revving, sputtering)

We couldn't find a better car?

-It's all I could afford with your per diem. -Oh.

You should have told me you can't drive stick.

I'm... I'm getting the hang of it.

Wait, stop it.

JC.

(grunts)

Feel that?

What's the plan? What's the plan?

Someone here is moving the HK.

We'll find out who it is,

set up a buy.

Classic Johnson.

In the Cartel,

the biggest players had the shiniest toys.

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(echoing snarl)

It's happening.

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This is a private area.

Go party somewhere else.

LUIS: Hey.

Hey!

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Do I look... like I come to party?

(echoing): Look at me.

(muffled screams)

(groans)

Go! Go, please!

Shit!

This is my world. I got this.

(Jean-Claude grunts)

-LUIS: JC... -JEAN-CLAUDE: Hey!

I want to buy drugs.

Oh yeah?

Yeah.

What you in the market for, old man?

I don't know, maybe some heroin cut with Ketamine?

Kids call it HK... Hong Kong.

Yeah.

(snaps fingers)

DIZEL: 20,000 Lev.

10,000 Euro.

I'm looking to get a much...

larger purchase.

How much larger?

-100 cans. Yeah. -(all exclaiming)

A deal like that...

would have to through the big boss.

If that's what it takes, it's okay.

How come I've never seen you before?

Oh, believe me...

you've seen me before.

Doesn't feel right.

Get your fix somewhere else, grandpa.

(laughter)

Hey.

I'll race you for it.

You'll race me for it!

(laughter)

Yeah.

So let me get this straight:

you want to race me...

in that piece of shit car.

That's right.

If you win, I-I sell you HK. Sure, okay.

-Good. -But what's in it for me?

You can use me to do your evil bidding,

like in Universal Soldier,

starring Jean-Claude Van Damme.

Or you can keep me in your barn,

and use me as your mechanic.

Like Nowhere to Run.

Also starring Jean-Claude Van Damme.

Or you can hunt me for sport, like in Hard Target.

(clears throat)

Starring Jean-Claude Van Damme.

Right?

Like I said, you can do whatever you want.

I do like the sound of that last one.

You're on!

(cheering)

(door latch clicks)

(door latch clicks)

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(door creaks, clicks shut)

(speaking Bulgarian)

(bones crunch, man grunts)

(stifled gasp)

(dance music playing, people cheering)

Johnson, this idea is terrible.

I've raced before.

With Mario Lopez's Lotus.

Very fast.

You're the worst driver I've ever seen.

And this isn't a regular race, this is a drift race.

A "drift race"?

A drift race.

What's a drift, Luis?

A drift. A drift race.

It doesn't matter.

(engine revving)

LUIS: Okay. Listen.

Johnson.

Abort this. Please.

You're going to lose.

(music fades out)

(low, distorted cheering)

(heart beating)

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(Jean-Claude exhales)

-(dance music resumes) -What are you doing?

(sighs)

I learned a trick, long time ago.

When one sense is gone,

the others heightened.

I don't think that applies to vision

when driving.

Oh, fuck!

I like it, old man!

You got balls! (snaps fingers)

This just got a whole lot worse.

We need to abort.

Oh, everything will be fine, Luis.

Trust me.

-(engine revving) -Fuck.

(people cheering)

(engine revs)

(speaking Bulgarian)

Pochutvayte rituma.

Pochustvayte kak se rimuva.

(cheering)

Davayte...

...vreme e za bobsley!

(screams)

(engines revving, tires screeching)

(whoops)

(screams)

(crowd gasping)

(tires screeching in distance)

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(tires screeching)

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(engine roars)

(grunting)

Oh, fuck.

(people screaming)

(tires screeching)

(laughing)

Heh-heh... (clears throat)

Uh...

Go.

What happened?

I'll explain later. Go.

Where's Vanessa?

She must have left, I didn't see her.

-We need to go. -I know. -(engine starts)

-Ah, sorry. -(shifting gears)

Go, go.

I'll explain later. We have to go now.

JC!

JEAN-CLAUDE: Sorry.

(tires screeching)

Jean-Claude. Jean-Claude, please.

JEAN-CLAUDE: Relax, relax.

I'm sorry, guys.

-JC, we have to go. -I'm sorry.

-Go! -Sorry.

LUIS: Let's go, let's go. Yes!

(indistinct chatter)

-Oh, shit! That's... -JC!

-Hi! -Oh, oh, come here,

-come on, I'll introduce you. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. -No!

-I can't believe it. -Yeah, yeah, yeah. JC, hold on, bae.

I need-- you need to meet our foreign financier.

This is Dragan... Molo-Molotov.

-Nice to meet you. -Moltov. -Ugh, this guy's amazing.

He, he's got the largest cell phone company in Bulgaria.

-He's got second largest... -It's first now. First.

-First. -Second largest, uh, track pants manufacturer,

-and the eighth... -Seventh now, seventh.

Seventh largest laserdisc...

DRAGAN: It's technology, it's new technology.

Who cares about me? I am so pleased

you are on this production.

And Krisztina? She's thrilled

-to be working with you. -Yeah.

She's absolutely thrilled.

Would you like a drink?

-With us? -No, I've got to go.

But I will see you around. Anyways, nice to meet you.

Yeah, early morning. Fucking...

I will be seeing you.

Look at him.

-He's so right, so tight. -Look at him walk.

-So fucking tight. -He exercises, I think, but...

I... I am emotional, you know?

-I... -GUNNAR: You guys want to do some bumps?

-Yeah. -Sure.

It's over.

I should have listened to everyone.

I'm not ready.

You took the job.

You have to finish.

It's just a drug cartel, Luis.

It's not like they're going to take over the world.

That doesn't matter.

You make the world a better place.

It's your calling, JC.

You can't turn your back on your calling.

(elevator bell dings)

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

(elevator bell dings)

LUIS: Wait. JC.

JC. You have to tell Vanessa you're leaving.

Why?

She didn't want me to take the job in the first place.

You're really going to leave again

without saying good-bye?

Yeah.

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(sighs)

(electronic beeping)

(whirring)

(device buzzing rapidly)

(device whirs, stops)

(glass breaks)

(squishes)

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Um, Vanessa...

You need to see this.

JEAN-CLAUDE: What?

-I hooked up the microchip you found... -Yeah.

...ran its core directive

and pushed it through a small amplifier.

Oh, yeah?

And this happened.

(wind whooshing)

VANESSA: You know what this is.

A weather control device.

There's only one reason

they would build a weather control device.

To take over the world.

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(electronic vocalizing)

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