Dialogue: The Corpo-Rat

Bartender

A little... anesthesia.

V

1AUrgh, motherfucker…!

1ASome bastard tried to mug me. I handled it.

Bartender

1AWho? Local guy?

V

1AYou really think somebody local'd try to mug me, Pepe?

Bartender

1AListen, V... I got a problem. Serious this time.

V

2AFound yourself in a hole, sounds like. You need help?

Bartender

2AAh, knew I could count on you.

V

2BC'mon, spin it – what is it now?

Bartender

1AIt's, uh, Kirk... I owe 'im. Don't pay by tomorrow, said he'd bust my legs.

1AAn' he don't joke about that stuff. Got cartels in his corner.

V

1AYou in it with Kirk?! Every man, woman and rat in Heywood knows he's a fuckin' shark.

Bartender

1AMy bro jumped the joint, deserved a hero's welcome... I know I fuck up, V.

V

3AI'll talk to Kirk. But then you're gonna owe me one.

Bartender

3AAnd you're savin' my life, V, truly.

V

4AHey, Kirk. Wanna talk.

Kirk Sawyer

4AV, been a while. Spin it – whatcha need?

V

5APepe asked me to talk you up.

Kirk Sawyer

5AWhat, he too shy to hand over the eddies hisself? Ah, tell him I don't bite. Not yet.

V

6ACut him some slack, will ya? He'll pay – just needs some more time.

Kirk Sawyer

6ADo I look like a priest that runs a charity to you?

6AYou borrow eddies, you gotta pay 'em back – with interest. It's common fuckin' knowledge.

6AYou suggestin' I let a flaky cunt who can't keep a deal off the hook?

V

6ANo, you let him off because it's me askin'.

Kirk Sawyer

6AHah. You know me – I'm a man of the biz. So I need to know what I get out of it.

V

7ATransactions go two ways, I get that. I'll owe you a favor.

Kirk Sawyer

7ATempting... Got a nova idea already.

V

7BKnow what, Kirk? I sometimes get the impression you forget you aren't from around here.

7BPop into Heywood for the occasional visit, sure, but you live far, far away, in Pacifica.

Kirk Sawyer

7BWhat're you gettin' at?

V

7BGettin' at you prolly needin' to think before you start somethin' with a local son.

Kirk Sawyer

7BHmm... I'm open to other options.

V

8AMhm...?

Kirk Sawyer

8APreem ride there on the page. Only four of 'em in NC as of now.

8AOne – Rayfield regional director. Two – Mayor Rhyne. Three – a rental service.

V

8AUh-huh. And four?

Kirk Sawyer

8ANumber four'll belong to my client – just as soon as you klep it for me, that is.

V

9AI am no thief. Even if I wanted to, stealin' a ride like that'd be a level beyond me. Hell, two levels.

Kirk Sawyer

9ABeautiful thing is, a grand theft auto virgin like you don't need to know how. I already planned it.

V

9BI do this, and Pepe's debt is squared?

Kirk Sawyer

9BCourse. I'm a man o' my word, you know that.

8AWhole thing's simple – you swipe the Rayfield for me, I clear Pepe's account. Even toss in a cut for you I'm such a nice guy.

8AMy man Rick works a parking structure by Embers, club where our Rayfield driver likes to kick it. There every Friday night like clockwork.

8ASoon as you appear, security cams shut down, gate swings up – the road is yours. Just gotta grab the Rayfield and roll out. Simple.

V

10AHow am I supposed to do this? Expect me to slide under the chassis on a skateboard for a quick hotwire, fast an' easy?

10AKirk, wheels like this got security systems. Good ones.

Kirk Sawyer

10AThis bitty bop works like the key Rayfield techs use for repairs. Opens locks, bypasses identity authorization.

V

10AA skeleton key for all Rayfields in the city. Agh, c'mon, Kirk, even you don't buy that.

Kirk Sawyer

10AKabuki's tech wizards sell more magical shit than this under the counter. Have a little faith.

10ASo... we all agreed, then?

V

11AGot some grease on your shirt, there, tough guy.

V

12AWe are.

Kirk Sawyer

12AGlad to hear it. Always said you were a bright bulb.

V

12BBest keep your word, Kirk.

Kirk Sawyer

12BEeeaasy, V. Job's gonna pad your wallet too, y'know.

10AHead to Embers, in the Glen. Rick's in the garage, be waitin' for ya. You two'll hit it off.

10AGood luck out there. We'll be in touch.

V

13AHow ya been? 'Sides the biz, I mean.

Kirk Sawyer

13AReal, like? Got a problem with my neph. Seems to think runnin' with a gang's a good career choice.

V

13AEven after all the fine, upstanding people you've surrounded him with all his life?

Kirk Sawyer

13AYou don't get it, he ain't like me.

V

13AMeanin' he's honest, straight up and pays his debts?

Kirk Sawyer

13AHah. You're killin' me, V.

V

13BValentinos're seemin' jumpy. Thought you might know somethin'.

Kirk Sawyer

13BYeah, I know some…

13BProduct's their problem. Source dried up.

V

13BDealers're flippin' shit?

Kirk Sawyer

13BDealers just mopin' – boys at the top're flippin'. Heard they even wanna pop a delegation over to Colombia.

13BCan you imagine that? Our local leadheads sharin' a table with the cartel…

V

10BWho's the owner?

Kirk Sawyer

10BJust an Arasaka suit from across the water. Spews cash outta every hole in his body.

V

10BAnd his name?

Kirk Sawyer

10BHow would I know? Why would I care? It's a hot item, and I know where to find it.

V

10CPlan sounds shaky as fuck.

Kirk Sawyer

10COh? How so?

V

10CSounds like you're lookin' for a sucker.

Kirk Sawyer

10CThis ain't no setup, V. Heard you got a good head. Maybe we help each other make a few eddies.

V

10DAnd your man Rick…?

Kirk Sawyer

10DTrust him like my own brother.

V

8BWhat's this?

Kirk Sawyer

8BGrab a look.

V

6BWhat's he owe you?

Kirk Sawyer

6BAfraid that's client confidentiality. Call it a lot and leave it at that.

V

6BA credshark with business ethics. Sounds too good to be true.

Kirk Sawyer

6BWell, Merry Fuckin' Christmas.

V

14AHell's your problem?

Bartender

3ASo, you gonna help me out, V?

V

3BUgh, you ever gonna get wise, Pepe?

3BLeast tell me your brother's doin' all right.

Bartender

3BAh, doing his thing, you know…

3BSo, can you help?

Bartender

So how's it gonna be, V?

V

17AKirk's lettin' it go, leavin' you be. I'm not, though – you fuckin' owe me big.

Bartender

17AV, you savin' my life. I mean that.

18AV, you savin' my life. I mean that.

Kirk Sawyer

Ya got biz for me? Siddown.

Prefer to stand tall? Creeps me out. Sit.

Bartender

A moment of pain, and you'll be set. Do it, choom.

So, you gonna help me out, V?

Kirk Sawyer

Screamsheet – scope it out.

Padre

Talk to the people in Santo. Tell 'em to be ready.

Marcus

Yes, Padre.

Padre

Well, who do we have here…

V... long time. Didn't know you were around.

V

1AGot back from Atlanta a few weeks ago.

Padre

1ASee you got a good down-home welcome. How was it back east?

V

1ATell ya later, got somethin' on my plate…

Padre

1AHow about you fill me in now? We'll give you a ride.

1AMarcus, let's go.

Padre

2ASo, where to?

V

2AThe Glen. Drop me off at Embers.

Padre

2AFront door?

V

2ATake the ramp back of the bar. Show you where to stop.

Padre

2AYou heard her, Marcus.

2AYour return to NC has been good? Busy already?

V

3AAw, pick up somethin' here and there. Nothin' major.

3ABut I'm gettin' by. 'Preciate the concern.

Padre

3ASo... Atlanta didn't turn out like you expected, huh?

V

4AWent there without expectations, actually. Well, except that it'd be better than here.

4AIt wasn't.

4BAs you can see, I'm back. If it'd been better there, wouldn'ta left.

Padre

3AMaybe it'll all work out for the best…

V

3BTwo years gone by, not much has changed.

Padre

3BYou know Heywood. It has strong roots – ever watered by the same blood.

3BNow, tell me about you.

Marcus

2AShit...

Padre

2AStop the car.

V

2AWhat's goin' on?

Padre

2ABusiness. You carryin'?

Voice

2ASebastian Ibarra.

2ALooks like it's my lucky day.

Padre

2AWhat do you want?

Voice

2ATo settle our biz. Once and for all.

2AGot an offer for ya, Paddy, so listen up.

2AGet the fuck outta Vista, pull your boys off the street.

2AI'll give ya the Glen, done deal. No more restless nights. See how generous I can be?

V

5AOne more fuckin' word…

Voice

5AStay outta this. I don't know you.

V

5AAnd I don't know you, which means you're worth shit around here and capable of even less.

5AWell? Anything else?

Padre

5AIt seems our conversation has come to a close.

Voice

5ACareful, Padre. Never know who's got a barrel at your six. You neither, shitbucket.

Padre

5AMarcus, please.

V

5APull up here.

5ARight here. I'll just drop down below.

Padre

5AHere. Before you go.

V

6AYour number?

Padre

6ACould be useful. Maybe we can also work together again – take ourselves back two years.

V

6AThanks, Padre.

V

7AGotta go.

Padre

7ASo go with God.

5AI'm pleased to see you have not forgotten your roots, still have the gift.

5ASo many of the little shits left around here… their spines go soft when they look down a barrel.

V

8AWho was that?

Padre

8ANo one important. He'll be gone in a week's time, another will come in his place.

V

8AHe pulled iron on you.

Padre

8AHe did. And he will pay for doing so.

5AAtlanta broke you.

V

5AMeaning?

Padre

5AYou know what I mean.

Voice

5AWell, Paddy, what's it gonna be?

Padre

5AA counteroffer. Turn around now and slide your ass right back into your ride.

Voice

5AAnd...?

Padre

5AAnd your mother, who lives on Pajaro, will wake up safe and sound in the morning.

Voice

5ACareful, Padre. Never know who's got a barrel at your six. You neither, shitbucket.

Padre

1AHow about you fill me in now? We'll give you a ride.

1AMarcus, let's go.

1AHow about you fill me in now? We'll give you a ride.

1AMarcus, let's go.

V

1BSebastian Ibarra – haven't changed a smidge.

Padre

1BNo one calls me by my name anymore. Almost forgotten how it sounds.

V

1BHow're things, Padre?

Padre

1BThe same. Heywood – nothing ever changes here. I'd rather hear about you.

V

9AYep, no place like home…

Padre

V, hop in.

Kirk

V, status?

V

On location.

'Bout to find your man.

Kirk

Rick's one of the good guys, you'll see.

I trust 'im like a brother.

V

Yeah. So you said.

Parking Security Booth

Yeah? Somep'n I can help you with?

V

1AKirk sent me.

Parking Security Booth

1AMhm.

1ACamera's blind. You got twenty minutes.

1ADo your thing.

V

1BYou Rick?

Parking Security Booth

1BYup. You with Kirk?

V

1BYep.

Parking Security Booth

1BCameras're blind. You got twenty minutes.

Camera's blind. You got twenty minutes.

Do your thing.

V

Kirk? I see the ride.

Kirk

Your moment to shine, kiddo. Good luck.

V

1ALet's take this piece of wondertech for a whirl.

Kirk

1AYou're a woman of little faith.

1ASee? We're rich.

V

2AHm... Looks like this'll be a cool breeze.

Jackie

2AGet the fuck out.

2AWow, you can drive. Now out.

V

2AFuck!

2AWha- What're you doin'?

Stints

2ANCPD! Drop your weapons!

Police Officer

2ADon't move!

Police Officer

2AYou're under arrest!

Police Officer

2AStay where you are!

Stints

2AHands where I can see 'em! Nice an' slow!

Police Officer

2AOn the ground, motherfuckers! Now!

Stints

2AJackie Welles, my old pal from the 'hood. See you haven't grown an ounce wiser.

Jackie

2AHey, argh... Detective Stints! Been a while, huh?

Stints

2AInspector Stints.

Jackie

2ASame shit.

Stints

2ASpeakin' of… your mug's familiar, too.

V

3AYeah? Yours ain't to me.

3BHow about that – a pig that chatters.

Stints

2ALeft for Atlanta, lookin' for a slice of happiness. Guess you didn't find it.

2AI've always maintained it's the same for all you termites in Heywood. Born here, live here, die here.

2ALooks like I was right.

V

4AYou know fuck all about me.

Stints

4ATruth hurts, huh? Just watch your tone – I'm not a patient man.

V

4BEnough of the chatter. What now?

Stints

4BGettin' booked, gonna do a stint. Heh – get it?

Jackie

2AHey, c'mon, Stints, give us a break, huh? You lock us up, we'll just jerk off till trial, and then what?

Fujioka Kaoru

2AAre these the thieves? Ordinary street trash.

Stints

2AFuck, he's here.

2AGot 'em in custody, Mr. Fujioka. We'll be takin' 'em now.

Fujioka Kaoru

2AIt's a waste of effort. I have no time to testify or play at an investigation.

Stints

2ASuggestin' we let 'em go, sir? female V only

Fujioka Kaoru

2AI suggest you toss them in the sea. Cuffed legs broken so this trash doesn't float.

Stints

2AYou heard 'im.

Jackie

2AHeh, fuuuck…

V

2AWhat the…?

V

5BOK, easy.

Jackie

5BRayfield's mine.

V

5BWhat, man, never heard of thieves' honor? Finders keepers. I was first.

Jackie

5BListen, only one of two ways to do this – friendly or fucked up.

5BEither way, the ending's the same – I'm takin' the car.

Kirk

1ANow fire 'er up and call me when you're underway. Tell you where to go.

Jackie

Get-the-fuck-out.

Stints

C'mon, spit it out. I'm waitin'.

Rat got your tongue?

Jackie

Rayfield's mine.

V

Motherfucker… Agh!

Jackie

Honestly, for a sec there, things looked iffy. Wasn't sure we'd worm outta that alive.

V

1ANah, Stints wouldn't do us like that.

Jackie

1AYou sure about that?

V

1AUh-huh. He's Heywood-born, bred and grown like us. Hates suits as much as you do.

1ADid what he had to do, that's it.

1BMan, same. Stints is out to get people, wound tight. Though, he does have a little honor left.

Jackie

1BReally think his sense of honor saved us?

V

1BWell… and the fact he's Heywood-born and bred like us.

Jackie

If I hadn't come, you'd be cruisin' Night City in sexy wheels right now.

V

2ANah, c'mon. Job was toxic from the start.

2AEven Kabuki under-the-counter magic can't get around an alarm like that. Shoulda known I'd have the PD on my ass.

2BNah, it was all my fault.

Jackie

2BWait, what?

V

2BPigs didn't waddle in outta nowhere. My tech musta triggered the alarm.

Jackie

So, maybe now, as God ordained.

Jackie Welles.

V

V.

Jackie

I know you… You hang at the Coyote.

V

3AGot the job to steal those wheels at the Coyote. From Kirk.

Jackie

3AYou work with that sewer slug?

V

3APepe owes him big and can’t afford to pay, so I stepped up.

Jackie

3AMan, gotta wonder about Pepe, lettin' slimy Kirk boss him around like that.

V

3AHeard what they say – he's backed by cartels.

Jackie

3ACartels? No, no, listen, I know those cartel types, and I guarantee you none of 'em have even heard of Kirk.

3AC'mon, let's go have some lunch.

V

4AJust like that? You put a barrel to my skull not so long ago.

Jackie

4AYou help my homies, you're OK in my book. No harm, no foul?

V

4ANone at all.

4BLunch?

Jackie

4BHaha, you would not believe my mama's chili – best in town.

3AGettin' one of my good feelings.

V

3A'Bout what?

Jackie

3A'Bout us. Sense a kind of chemistry, y'know?

3AC'mon. I'm fuckin' starved.

V

5AOK, food it is. Let's go.

3BWait, Welles…? Like Mama Welles? Thought I recognized the name.

Jackie

3BShe's my blood, all right. Coyote's her dive.

3BIt's strange you and I never met before.

C'mon, no fear. Trust me.

Ready to mosey?

Mechanic

1AElectric coupling module.

V

1AYou said it was nothing serious when I came in. You said you were sure.

Mechanic

1AGuess I was wrong.

1ACan always look for another shop where they won't ask a lone nomad why she's huggin' the border.

V

2AThat's fine. Step aside.

Mechanic

2AWhat?

2AGot any idea what to do?

V

2AHmmm… Mhuh…

V

3AI'm gonna bypass the coupling and rig a hotwire.

Mechanic

3ACompressor'll run on and on. Could seize up.

V

4AOK, let's see what happens…

Mechanic

4AIt's like I was tellin' ya…

Mechanic

5ANo, no…

5ANot shabby at all. Question's how long it'll last ya.

V

5AIt'll get me to Night City. I'll figure somethin' else out there.

Mechanic

5ARight...

V

6AMmm…

Mechanic

6AAntenna on this heap don't seem like it packs a punch. Not liable to hear much.

V

6AYou don't say…

Sheriff

6AHey, Mike. Didn't know you had a customer...

Mechanic

6AUh, ro-rolled in a-a few hours past. I... I thought she'd at least called into ya.

Sheriff

6ADon't you sweat it, Mike. We're gonna hash it out.

6ADon'tcha know you owe the sheriff a word when you pay his town a visit? To tell 'im what's brought ya here, maybe even over a cup o' coffee?

V

7ANo need to worry – I won't be stayin' long.

Sheriff

7ADidn't answer my question, now, did ya?

V

7BMy mistake. I hadn't planned on stopping. A failed coupling forced my hand.

Sheriff

7BYeah, always some failure 'hind mistakes.

6AName's Andrew Jones. Probably heard of me.

6AServed in spec ops during the last war. "Silver Shoguns"... ring any bells?

V

8AI can't say that I have.

V

9AI can't say that it does.

Sheriff

9ADon't like to get along, do ya?

9AThat a nomad vehicle? Mighta expected that…

V

10AI'll just fix it up and go. I've no reason to linger.

Sheriff

10AAhhh, nope, ya sure as shit don't.

V

10BIf you have a problem, I'm willin' to hear it.

Sheriff

10BLemme tell ya what my problem is.

9ANothin' boils my blood like a fuckin' stray.

9AWhere'd your clan pitch camp?

V

11AThere's no clan, there's no camp. I'm here alone.

Sheriff

11AAin't buyin' it. Nomads always stick to their packs.

V

11AMy family's in pieces. That's why I'm headed for Night City.

Sheriff

11AMakes you an outcast among outcasts.

11ASure as hell hope you'll be on your way before long…

V

12AI saw a broadcast and comms tower on my way in. My antenna's down, and I need to radio someone.

Sheriff

12AWhat you need's to hightail it outta here without another word.

12AAin't got no mind to see you driftin' around these parts. Got it?

V

13AI've made it clear – I don't want any trouble.

Sheriff

13AThen stop lookin' for it and hit the road, quick.

V

13BYou like the sound of your voice, don't you?

Sheriff

13BWhat's that, drifter? What're you on about?

V

13BNothin', nothin' at all.

Sheriff

13BHm, yeah. Best that way.

Mechanic

12AHeh. It die on you after all?

V

12BI heard this place was famous for its hospitality. Aw, glad to see it wasn't just rumors.

Sheriff

12BYou're damn right we are – when people come along who know how to behave.

V

11BAre you one of those who believe everything the talkin' heads say? That nomads are the world's greatest evil?

Sheriff

11BNo. I'm a man that respects order. Corps brought us that order, and I intend for it to stay that way.

V

11BThe corps pay you and have you on a leash like a dog, you know that?

Sheriff

11BMhm. But you don't wanna see me bare my fangs, so I'll ask again – where's your clan?

V

14ASo, doable? It sure was.

Mechanic

14ASatisficing, that – not a solid fix. Might as well have used spit and duct tape.

V

14AIt worked – that's what matters.

14BI'm lookin' for someone – Jackie Welles? Have you maybe--?

V

17ADid anyone ask your opinion?

V

18AI'm thinkin', I'm thinkin'…

Mechanic

18AMmh. And?

V

18AAnd your chirping is not helping.

2BI'm 'onna pay you what we agreed. Not one enny more.

Mechanic

2BHuh. For that you can borrow my tools and fix it yourself.

V

I said step aside. I'll handle it.

Mechanic

Y'know, I don't have all day.

You're wearin' on my patience now.

Sheriff

What, suddenly all shy?

Hey, I'm talkin' to you.

Hey, I'm talkin' to you.

What, suddenly all shy?

Mechanic

1ADon't cross the sheriff. Better off doin' what he says.

Sheriff

2AI told you to disappear. Now don't test my patience.

Chat Man

Used to drive rigs for SovOil. Lousy stint, that was.

Chat Man

Heheh, bet it padded your pockets, though.

Chat Man

Sure, but imagine haulin' a tank of rocket fuel across two states.

Fuck up once, you leave nuttin' behind but a crater.

Chat Man

So there we are, and the 6th Street jarheads walk in – five of 'em!

Chat Man

Shit, they found you?

Chat Man

Fuck knows if they were lookin' or if it was just a coincidence.

Chat Man

What happened?

Chat Man

We hauled ass out through the kitchen! Wouldn't be here otherwise.

Chat Trainer

Light on your toes, there! Forward and back!

Boxin' is doin' the thinkin' with your feet! Hop fro, jump back.

Jump in, thrash-bam-bam, and guard up! Feint... dodge... low and balanced!

Chat Cart Vendor

3AGo on. Walk.

Chat Woman

Starts with short-term memory loss. Then come hallucinations. Violent seizures at the end.

Chat Man

They know where it came from?

Chat Woman

Drugs, I heard. Started somewhere in Pacifica they were saying on the news.

Fixer

4ACome in, come in! Ah, raised you, finally.

V

4AWillie McCoy. It's good to hear your voice.

Fixer

4AV. Wish I could say the same.

V

5AI need your help. One last time.

Fixer

5A"One last time" – again?

V

5AI have to find the client with my payload, but I-I don't know where he is.

Fixer

5AHm. Right place, right time – you were there?

V

6A'Course I was.

6BMy car gave out. The electric coupling – it's a miracle I made it here.

5AMaybe the client left a message. Could you check for me?

Fixer

5AHmm...

5ASure. Last time, though. I mean it. Client's name?

V

5AJackie Welles.

Fixer

5AHuh, actually left a message. He's waiting on a farm. Flickin' you the geoloc data.

V

5AThanks, Willie. I owe ya one.

Fixer

5AYou do. Just don't get yourself killed. And don't call again.

V

5BWhy can't you?

Fixer

5BYou abandoned the clan, I can't help you anymore.

V

5BNever knew you to be so cautious.

Fixer

5BTry loyal. Rules are rules, the system won't work without 'em. It can't.

5BNomads get the work in these parts because it's nomad turf. Wouldn't be a problem if you were still a Bakker.

5BYou shoulda stuck with 'em, and joined up with the Snake Nation like the rest.

V

5BThe Snake Nation can kiss my ass.

Jackie

Oh, was worried I'd have to turn to farming. Heh! Ehh… sure hope you're here for me.

V

1AI believe I am. Are you...?

Jackie

1AName's Jackie Welles.

V

1AV.

1ASeems you have cargo that needs to be moved.

1BAre you Welles?

1BI'm V.

1BIt seems you have cargo that needs to be moved.

Jackie

Well, where I'm from, you share a bit about your soul before you talk biz, eh? It's kind of like a custom. Or just good manners, y'know?

V

2AWhy don't we start with you, then.

Jackie

2ANC native, right here. Got Heywood in my blood.

V

2ANever been to NC. That doesn't mean much to me.

Jackie

2ASo, imagine a place where everyone's like your bro or sis, or... a distant cousin, at least.

V

2AAh, I think I understand. You don't have to like each other, but it's family.

Jackie

2AThat's Heywood. That, and everyone's packin' iron.

2AAnd you?

V

2AI guess... you could say I'm from my own Heywood.

Jackie

2AYou and me, we're gonna get along fine.

2AThe cargo.

V

3ALet's load it in the car.

Jackie

4AUgh. What a fat-ass.

4ASo, we headed out?

3AStarted thinkin' you might not come.

V

3AI got held up. And you weren't exactly easy to find.

Jackie

3AAa, decided to lay low, y'know? The sheriff... looked like one grouchy motherfucker.

V

3AYyep…

3BHuh, looks like we'll need a car... Gimme a minute, I left mine close by.

Jackie

3BWhat, fuckin' nature-walked it rest of the way?

3BOK, OK... but be quick about it, huh?

3BEhh… brought wheels with ya? Sure could use some.

V

5AOK, car's ready. Just gotta load up.

5BWhat's inside?

Jackie

5BYou sleep better the less you know. Got no idea myself, and that's a good thing.

V

5BYou don't know what we aim to smuggle? These are stolen corporate goods.

Jackie

5B"Stolen"? Naw... Some gonk lost the crate, some other gonk found it, passed it on. Now it's here.

5BY'know... butterfly effect or whatever.

V

5BAnd there's no one lookin' for this crate?

Jackie

5BAin't a problem if they look. Only a problem if they find it before it crosses the border, no?

V

3CWhat's inside?

Jackie

3CYou sleep better the less you know. Got no idea myself, and that's a good thing.

V

3CYou don't know what we aim to smuggle? These are stolen corporate goods.

Jackie

3C"Stolen"? Naw... Some gonk lost the crate, some other gonk found it, passed it on. Now it's here.

3CY'know... butterfly effect or whatever.

V

3CAnd there's no one lookin' for this crate?

Jackie

3CAin't a problem if they look. Only a problem if they find it before it crosses the border, no?

V

2BYou're a man of principle.

Jackie

Inside!

V

What's inside?

Jackie

You sleep better the less you know. Got no idea myself, and that's a good thing.

V

You don't know what we aim to smuggle? These are stolen corporate goods.

Jackie

"Stolen"? Naw... Some gonk lost the crate, some other gonk found it, passed it on. Now it's here.

Y'know... butterfly effect or whatever.

V

And there's no one lookin' for this crate?

Jackie

Ain't a problem if they look. Only a problem if they find it before it crosses the border, no?

V

Jackie? Jackie Welles?!

V

Do you have the manifest from the transport?

Jackie

'Course I do. What, the fixer didn't give you the job detes?

V

He… he did...

I was just... makin' sure.

Jackie

Listen, friend. We're both professionals, ain't we?

Hey. You, uh, sure you've moved contraband before?

V

Why, are you nervous?

Jackie

Well, uh, maybe a little.

We ain't lost, are we?

Head for the border, huh?

Not to be that guy, but I think we might be lost.

Uh, you sure you know where we're headed?

Hey, border crossin' up ahead. What now?

V

Nothin'. They'll scan us and check our papers.

Jackie

Hoooo... OK...

V

I'll do the talking.