Port of Baltimore; Ott, Nick, and Frank are boisterously celebrating Horseface's hijacked van; Frank tells his assembled troops to get it in the can, and the guys effortfully push the van into the container, Horseface reminding them, "Finishing touch, boys." The camera pulls in close as someone slaps an I.B.S. bumper sticker on the back of the van, and Nick takes a few photos just before Ott and Horseface close the doors. Someone unseen hoists the can up on the forklift, and off it goes...to glamorous parts unknown.
Like, maybe, the Port of Philadelphia! Which is where we are now. A car pulls up to a security checkpoint; the officer leans in to say that it's a restricted area, but Sergei flashes some piece of ID that gets him in.
On the Atlantic Light, one guy named Sam asks another guy named Amir why they're not going, and learns that the Coast Guard is holding the ship; Amir doesn't know why. Very quickly, the guy -- whom I'm going to call Sam, just 'cause -- takes off his glasses, closes the door to his quarters, straps what looks like a rolled-up windbreaker around his waist, and heads out, checking that the coast is clear before he goes.
Outside, Sam quickly makes his way off the ship; in the shadows, Sergei watches Sam walking briskly down the alleyway, toward him, and dives for the car. Sam realizes too late that he's fucked, and as the car starts screaming toward him, Sam takes off in a run, the driver giving chase. The car is just about to strike him when Sam jumps down into a concrete well of some kind (I don't know; it's an industrial area, and it's dark). Sergei and some other guy pop out of the car and leaps after Sam as the car tears around the edge of the pit, soon cutting off Sam so that the guys chasing him can set upon him and start beating the hell out of him -- a security guard totally watching the entire thing. After a short while, the guys load Sam into the car, which takes off again, the driver saluting the guard as they go by. Thank God that guy was there!