1.)

(Jack and Demetri drive the suburb in a fancy green sportscar.)

DEMETRI: Is that disrespectful lad still trying to apologize to you, Jack?

JACK: Tch, he’s done. I’m over it.

DEMETRI: Good, good.

2.)

(In the rear view mirror, Jack notices a cooler on the back seat.)

3.)

(Demetri is getting down to business while Jack feigns nonchalance.)

DEMETRI: You've noticed it. That cooler is the job.

JACK: Job? I thought we were going for a milkshake. What is it?

4.)

(Demetri continues to explain, a slight smile on his face.)

DEMETRI: It's a care package for some people with, shall we say... ...rare needs.

5.)

(The cooler sits ominously, seatbelted in place.)

JACK: Huh...

6.)

DEMETRI: They value discretion, so better to not interact with them.

JACK: Spooky. Well, you know I'm discreet.

7.)

(Demetri looks patronizing.)

DEMETRI: Indeed your discretion could be mistaken for incuriousness, which is not a trait to which one should aspire.

JACK: Use less words, man.

8.)

(They pull up to Parker's, a cheesy big-chain diner.)

JACK: Just ‘cuz I got glasses don’t mean I’m smart.

DEMETRI: Don't trivialize your worth, Jack. Well, here we are.

9.)

(Demetri gets out of the car, giving Jack his final instructions.)

DEMETRI: At the address on the dash, leave the cooler on the stoop.

10.)

(The view of Demetri as Jack pulls away, a smiling man in a moonlit parking lot.)

DEMETRI: --and definitely, don't look in the box. It's a private matter.

11.)

(Jack looks concerned as he drives to the job's location.)

12.)

(Jack approaches an unusually decayed suburban house.)

13.)

(He hauls the cooler, as its unknown contents slosh.)

JACK: Damn this thing’s heavy...

14.)

(A skinny blonde lady in tacky clothes emerges from the house.)

SKINNY WOMAN: Hey kid! Yeah, kid! C’mere... We need to talk.

15.)

(Jack looks somewhat concerned, as the job is starting to get more complicated than Demetri would have preferred.)