Ninety-one, 92...

- It's down there. - Where? If they catch us...

There's a million bottles of booze in there.

You think they're gonna miss one?

Weather is with us, sir.

We arrive in port in a couple of hours.

Very good.

You're welcome, sir.

Man, I never smelt anything like this. Not even when you're in the crapper.

Oh, what, your shit smells like roses?

Hey, look.

I'll give you a hand.

- Thought you said it was booze. - That's what the papers said.

Captain, we have a breach in lower level. Look.

- Which section? - 101.

Fuck. Take the wheel.

- Yes, sir. - Fuck.

Close the door! Get the masks.

Holy shit.

Take care of them.