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Episode
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“I have a question. Say we get into the cage, and through the security
doors there and down the elevator we can’t move, and past the guards with the
guns, and into the vault we can’t open…Yeah well, say we do all that…we’re
just supposed to walk out of there with a hundred and fifty million dollars
in cash on us, without getting stopped?” Saul Bloom, Ocean’s Eleven Sergeant David Hamil is sitting on
the edge of the boat, a fishing line in the water. He’s stretched back on the lawn chair, his
hands on the gut that his desk job’s earned him. He breathes out a heavy sigh and checks his
cheap knock-off watch. As he does, the light on the
boat’s porch flashes on, blinding him.
“Damn it, Steve!” David barks, squinting. “How many times’ve I got to tell ya, don’t
turn on the damn light?” “Sorry, Dave,” Steve says apologetically. The abnormally skinny officer turns off the
light and sits down next to David in the spare chair. They take a moment to check on the boat
three spaces down on the same pier.
It’s as motionless as it’s been all day. “What do you think?” “I think this is the best field
position I’ve ever had,” David says with a sarcastic smile. “No, I mean about me and Leslie,”
Steve insists. “I don’t know what to
do.” “You’re wife’s sleeping around,”
David says, uninterested. “Divorce
her.” “But it’s only with other women,”
Steve says philosophically. “Doesn’t matter,” David says. “She’s sleeping with someone else. Divorce her.” Steve’s quiet. “You don’t want to?” “It’s only happened a few times;
maybe she can change,” Steve ponders.
David just rolls his eyes. He
looks towards the moon as he takes out a cigarette. “You know those things are…” “I don’t wanna hear it!” David
barks. “My wife’s yelling at me to
quit. The department’s yelling at me
to quit. My boy’s even started. I’m not quitting and I don’t wanna hear
it.” “Sheesh,” Steve grumbles, settling
into his chair. David lights his cigarette, the
flash of his metal lighter reflecting off the ocean water. But rather than disappear, the reflection
gets brighter. He looks up at the pier
to see an SUV come crawling along the wooden path. “What the hell?” he stares, Steve just as
puzzled. James sits in the passenger seat,
his eyes passionately covered by his hands.
“We’re going to die,” he groans. “No we’re not,” Stephanie says
with a grin, enjoying the drive as she navigates her way along the pier
that’s just barely wider than the car.
She tilts her head to check how close she is to the edge. “This is so much fun,” she says. James turns and glares at her. “It is!” she defends. “We’re getting ready to escape from the
country, with all these cops and people trying to get us. Come on, admit it. It’s exciting.” “You frighten me,” James says,
shaking his head. Stephanie stops the SUV and grins
like a little girl at him, the smile turning into a giggle. “Come on.
This is our stop.” James turns
and opens the door, freezing when he sees the water just inches from his feet. He closes his eyes and climbs out, unable
to loosen his hand on the car. David and Steve look at each
other, astonished to see the two parking the car on the pier, the wood
groaning, threatening to give to any point.
They pop the hatchback and start to unload the contents of the SUV
onto the deck of the ship. “Should
we…” Steve starts to ask. “Let’s go!” David says, standing
up. They’re halfway onto the pier when
they hear another set of footsteps. “Excuse me!” yells Michael,
dressed in a black t-shirt with yellow letters, spelling out ‘security’. He shines a flashlight at James and
Stephanie. “What do you two think
you’re doing?” “Who the hell’s this guy?” David
asks as Michael walks past them, towards the others. “Harbor security?” Steve asks. “Hey!” David yells, coming onto
the pier. Michael turns to him. “This is a police operation.” “No, this is my marina and my
jurisdiction,” Michael says as fakely important as he can muster. “Get out of the way,” David says,
grabbing Michael’s shoulder to shove him away. As he does, Michael loops his arm around
David’s, pulling it behind his back, yanking his hand up to almost the back
of his neck and forcing David to his knees, in too much pain to even
shout. As he steps behind David, he
chops Steve in the neck and grabs the back of his head. He yanks him down, slamming the front of
his head into the back of David’s. The
two fall to the pier, knocked out. On the two piers to either side,
two men come out of different boats.
They start to rush towards the connecting walk. Michael watches them come, unconcerned. The men to his right get halfway along the
pier before To his left, Michael sees two more
men approaching. They don’t notice
Lakesha positioned between two boats until she jumps out, kicking one off the
pier. She lands and the other draws
his gun. She grabs the back of his
head and yanks it down, kneeing him in the face. She tosses him off the pier, onto his
partner in the water. “Keep going!” Michael yells to
James and Stephanie. Brandon and
Lakesha rush to join him. He draws out
a pistol, keeping an eye on the perimeter.
There’s no motion under the still ocean sky. “What about the final boat?”
Lakesha asks. Michael glances over his
shoulder towards the one boat remaining, the camera still aimed at their
vehicle. “I don’t know,” he says. “Maybe we were wrong and they’re not
monitoring us; maybe they’re not there; maybe they’re waiting to give chase
when we pull out.” “Shouldn’t we do something about
them then?” Lakesha asks. Michael
checks the boat again, as if trying to decide. “We’re good!” “Go!” Michael says, Lakesha
sprinting to the boat. She gets
onboard and Michael turns to follow.
He rushes up the gangplank and yells to “We’re on our way,” “Stephanie, James,” Michael says,
watching the fourth boat. He sees it
coming to life, its powerful engine roaring with energy. “Get under.” They do as he says. “Lakesha, get the rifle.” He runs to the bridge, patting Down below, as James and Stephanie
get out of the way, Lakesha comes to a space on the wall. She knocks on the paneling, causing a
portion to pop out. She pushes the
covering aside, revealing an arsenal of high-end weaponry. She grabs a black and steel rifle and
matching magazine and runs back up to the top. As she comes up, she sees the fourth boat
graining on them as they exit the marina.
She joins The sound of machine grinding on
machine overwhelms the boat as the engine begins to stall. “What are friends for,” she says,
astonished at the marksmanship. Out of the marina and into the
open water, Michael shuts down the boat.
Standing at the wheel, he turns as Brandon and Lakesha join him on the
bridge. He takes out his cell phone
and scrolls down to a number. “Cover
your ears,” he says. “The explosives are half a mile
away,” Lakesha says. But she notices A pair of explosions that sound
like the sun erupting slam into the three of them. The boat is rocked violently in the water
and pushed powerfully against the waves.
Underneath, Stephanie screams as she and James are tossed about. As the force of the explosion passes
and the ringing in their ears begins to subside, Brandon and Lakesha
stand. Lakesha is speechless, but Michael, ignoring him, looks
towards the two Coast Guard ships. He
reaches under the dash of the boat and pulls out the binoculars. He sets them on the boat to his left. “I think…” he says pensively. The boat, massive but agile, begins to
redirect itself. “I think…” he says
again. The boat aims towards the
explosion. He checks the other boat,
smiling to see it redirecting as well.
“Alright.” He sets the engine
to life again and aims the boat towards the horizon. “We’ll be in International Waters by
sunrise.” He turns to |
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