Harmful waste rises in a boat holding up authorization to dock in Odessa. Straightforward Martin turns down an occupation in Marseilles, alluding it to a buddy. A brief timeframe later, the buddy, injured by gunfire, crashes his auto into Frank’s parlor and bites the dust, leaving a young lady in the rearward sitting arrangement. The business of the dead man shows up, strengths Frank to accept the occupation, snaps a wrist trinket on his wrist that will blast if Frank gets more than 75 feet from his auto, and sends Frank on an excursion east with the young lady and a trunk brimming with something. She’s Valentina, almost quiet. Could Frank make sense of what’s going on, convey the bundle, and escape alive? Also, what does the boat need to do with it?