After lunch Donny is given a chance at shipping as Anne is asked to get a dried batch weighed up and bagged. She shows him how they set up the space for productivity flow.

Demonstrating how the information is to be recorded on laptop, paper and label Anne catches as serious discrepancy the batch asked to do is with them in covered bins. The office order form is for the Garlic Jelly batch, which is still drying. Ann toddles off to find Bill and inquire for either proper request form or check on the moisture content of the Garlic Jelly to see if it is ready for packaging.

Left alone in the narrow space Don turns glimpses large falling snowflakes beyond a small window. Curious if accumulating Donny eases over to the window resting fore-arms on the inner sill. The ground only wet Donny notices snow is building on the waste bins and fence rails. Studying the waste bins Donny sighs, million and a half... should make that call telling them I want a cut... Nah life never works that way, waste from mistakes, crap batches, smoke too much ot it or give too much away... Cut six ways would we get over five figures, at least? Oh too late. Donny spies a waste-truck on the road.

Slowing the waste truck down Jerry easily spots the closed main entrance. He and Jeff's nervous adrenaline begins to kick in. Both scan fence-line for separate entrance.

Crawling to a stop across from the gate Jerry begins to sweat, "I guess this is it. You think? Looks like the only way in."

"Except by helicopter," Jeff doesn't see any other way in, "hey there's a call box at the gate you'll have to pull up and let them know we're here to pick up the weed."

They spot the one bin seeming long to them obscuring in view into the second bin, "Alright," Jerry turns the wheels rolling them towards gate, "I can't say pick up the weed can I? That'll sound crazy."

"Fuck I don't know, try it," Nervous excitement Jeff is vibrating in place.

Knowing the call for pick-up was placed late last week Stacy merely presses the button to open the main gate. She logs in the plate and truck number, having been through the gates before pays little attention to the truck.

"Oh there you go, fuckin' A don't have to say a fuckin' thing," Jeff's hopeful mind produces a crazy wide smile on the face, "piece of mother fuckin' cake my boy."

"I hope, maybe the snow they won't want come out and check on us." Jerry swallows hard and adjusts position in the seat preparing to go through the gate.

"Yeah," Jeff has an idea, "hey turn the wipers rhythm down, let the flakes gather a bit to obscure us."

"Oh good idea," Jerry fumbles with the wiper-arm first turning it faster, "oh, no there yeah there, should be perfect."

With the gate fully open Jeff points to the bins, "you have to back up to the front of the bin which has the hitch point, not the door side,"

"Yeah sure," Jerry eases into the yard, "I'll pull past to turn around."

"Sure," Jeff scans the building doors and windows for people, not seeing any.

Turning towards the bin they were about to take realize there's two Jerry shrugs, "It looks like there's two bins which one do you think?"

"Yeah and they're covered," Jerry points ahead, "keep going I'll hop out between the two and see what's what." He rolls down the window to communicate easier when out.

"Okay," when close to the end of the first bin Jerry slows to stop.

Swiftly popping open the door Jeff hops out and down to the ground slamming the door behind, "gimmie a sec."

Coming out of the waste destruction room Ray calls out to Jeff, "Hey take the last one!"

Startled Jeff weaves about to see where the voice come from, ah no it's fuckin Rayman I hope that slow ass fucker don't recognize me. Turning his face towards the second bin to obscure it Jeff points, "that one?"

"Yeah." Ray jogs part way into the parking lot allowing room for the truck to pass by.

Spotting Ray as well Jerry cocks the head looking towards the bins praying Ray doesn't spot him while driving right past.

Even with face turned to the side, shaved head and face while viewed between two windows Donny recognizes his old buddy, Jerry? No fuckin way. Those ballsy bastards. Studying the other guy with Jerry, Donny's having trouble placing the face. Jeff?

As the truck passes and pulls closer to the fence to align up with the bin Ray recognizes Jeff but can't place the face and assumes it's a driver he hasn't seen recently, "Hey how's it going. Been awhile since ya been here."

Jeff replies with a simple grunted, "yup." Close to faint with Ray being so close Jeff can't believe the bald head is responsible for concealing identity.

Ray turns to watch Jerry very slowly and poorly get the truck backing up and straight, "was wondering why there was two of you today. I see by the driving you're training a new guy on a shitty ass day."

"Yup," Jeff still wants to inspect under the tarp to ensure they've the bin of weed.

"The boss had us throw the tarps on early just to keep the wet snow out," Ray cringes watching Jerry come close to scraping chain-link fence, "so you'll appreciate not having to hang out in this shit getting them on."

"Yup," Jeff cringed as well.

He looks fuckin' close to the fence there, Donny's doubly stunned they're about to take the wrong bin and Ray hasn't recognized the pair yet, dim and slow, even in mind... or is Ray in on it too? Shaking out the last thought from mind Donny knows Jerry and Ray don't like each other. It goes back to a Hot-Wheelie car fight in the school-yard when all fourteen. The tiny metal car didn't belong to either merely found in the dirt. Ray wanted it so Jerry asked to have a look at it and immediately whipped it hard enough onto concrete pad to bust bottom chassis from car-body. Ray swung first into Jerry's body knocking the wind out and dropping Jerry's bottom to concrete. Ray stormed off in tears as the car was a collectors edition he needed to complete a set at home. Jerry gave chase and a real tussle began. Jerry got a few good shots in however Ray left Jerry bloody-nosed and fat-lipped back on the ground. Jerry being with Jeff not to surprising, as much as they insult the each other, they do scheme similarly. With Jeff and Ray there's a local rumor while at the same kitchen party were found 'in the closest' together, with only socks and shirts on. Those are definitely our town's three stooges. If Ray's not re-directing them to the right bin he can't be in on it. Donny wants to warn them about taking the wrong bin. The phone in car would be useless in hand having no numbers to contact Jeff or Jerry with.

As the truck makes a straighter approach on the third attempt Ray's had enough of the wet snow, "well leave you to it..." Ray squints reading the name on his jacket, "Louis, see you next time."

"Yup," Jeff breathes a sigh of relief as Ray returns to the building. As the truck nears the bin Jeff raises a hand stopping Jerry.

Ray out of his sight Donny waves arms attempting to get Jeff's attention.

With the truck stopped Jeff was about to inspect bin contents when Mick exited the building walking their way. The size of the man alone Jeff didn't want to hang around and chat and quickly got the truck's cabled winch hook released. Keeping busy Jeff pulls the hook and cable right to the bin and clips the hook on.

Glimpsing Mick pass by Donny's eyes momentarily widen, oh shit. Mick paying them little attention Donny shakes the head, those stupid fuckers are only going to get away with trash. Donny raises an arm to wave again when Anne returns.

Donny plays it off to Anne actually waving out the window stating he knows the waste company employee. Not really caring Anne only asked about weather conditions before returning to their appointed task. What they have is fine what the office requested was wrong.

With security almost out of sight Jeff engages the hydraulics in the truck's lift bed system tilting the bed up.

Mick not appreciating the weather today stood at the corner of the greenhouse surveying property lines from down the one side.

Mick making Jeff more nervous he keeps to the task directing Jeff to back up a few more feet. The noisy metal tang of Jeff connecting truck bed with bin let's them all know he's close enough. Jeff turns on the winch slowing drawing the bin up the ramp.

Hearing the tang both Anne and Donny glance to the window while he utters, "think he's training a new guy out there."

Turning back to the task at hand Anne's indifferent.

The noisy connection of metal draws Mick over startling Jeff, "So you training a new guy in there or something?"

Nodding with a smile Jeff glances at him, "yup."

Walking back to the opposite front corner Mick waves slightly, "don't make too much noise boys."

"Yup," Jeff rolls his eyes wanting to get out of there. Flipping another leaver places the truck-bed back down, hurry you bitch hurry. Let's get the fuck out of here.

Again Mick merely scans the property.

Wanting out of there the bin hits its resting points so Jeff rounds the truck and climbs into the cab, "let's roll before that rent-a-pig returns."

Ready to, Jerry gets the truck in drive making a circle back to the gate, "Man that's a big guy. And fucking can't believe Ray didn't even recognize us."

"No shit must be our hair, "Jeff laughs, "or no hair."

Hearing the truck's engine Donny's in silent disbelief, those stupid bastards.

"What are you smiling about Donny, look a little distant there?" Anne catches him in thought.

With a slight shake of the head and shrug Donny gestures to the waste bin removal, "hate to be those guys right now."

"Yeah no shit, out in weather like this," Anne resumes tutoring shipping protocols.

Even before they have the truck straightened out Stacy has pressed the button to open the gate exciting the guys.

"Fuckin A man we got his shit," Jerry's ready to celebrate and reaches for his street jacket, "we got just the thing."

"Yeah," with the gate wide open Jeff begins to relax, "watcha got there?"

"This," as they pass the gates Jeff produces a nice size blunt, "like when those dogs of war fire up after a great plan coming together, thought we should have something for the occasion. This is a legendary moment," he digs for the lighter.

On the road Jerry rocks in place feeling as if they've pulled off a legendary heist as well, "no shit, wow look at that thing man, fire er up."

"On it." Jeff produces a lighter and flicks up a flame, "here we go."