Johnny Mad Dog Page #3

You know that the president

is already dead.

We control the city now.

We want to go inside and check.

We're freedom fighters!

Take our wounded and we'll go.

Who are you to stop us?

- We brought peace to our country.

- We want inside.

- We want in!

- Open the gate!

We'll kill you all

if you touch that gate.

We'll kill you one by one!

- Back off.

- Call a medic!

Officer!

Get the medics.

We got a wounded soldier.

You got wounded soldiers here?

If anything happens to him,

we'll kill you all!

- Retreat.

- He better not die.

We're setting up a post right there.

If he dies, we'll kill you all.

F***ing UN soldiers, you'll die

before you leave our country.

You're hiding government troops.

If anything happens to him,

all of you all will die.

It's our country,

defy us and you'll die!

If we find government troops here,

you're all gonna die!

Retreat!

Dirty ass!

- Is he your father?

- Yes.

- What happened to him?

- He was hit by a bullet.

- A bullet?

- Yes.

- How long you been here?

- Not too long.

- He'll be okay, all right?

- All right.

- Take good care of him.

- Okay.

Dad,

don't worry.

Everything will be okay.

What we gonna do

with the UN soldiers?

They got a lot of Dogos inside.

We're not afraid of the Dogo people.

We are brave soldiers.

You afraid of the UN soldiers?

Shut your f***ing mouth.

I decided to make

a tactical retreat.

So what do we do now?

We wait for the general's call.

We're all hungry now,

No Good Advice.

Let's kill the f***ing pig.

I'm not ready to kill my pig.

- Kill the pig.

- No!

- We're hungry, kill the pig.

- I'm not ready.

- Don't talk to me like that.

- I'm not ready.

You think it's a human being?

It's better than us?

Everybody's hungry.

- We'll kill it now.

- No.

- We'll kill the pig.

- I said no.

You stole the pig from an old man!

Put it down.

- Put it down!

- No, I won't!

- Put it down.

- No, I won't!

You won't put it down?

- You wanna die?

- For why?

- Put it down!

- That's an order!

You think the pig's yours?

I'll kill it and see what you do.

There's plenty of food around here.

We don't have a good knife

to kill the pig.

- Where you see food?

- Everywhere.

You want your life

or the pig's life?

- You wanna die?

- All too, I want it!

- The pig's used to me.

- We'll kill the pig!

Don't kill the pig!

- We're hungry.

- Don't kill the pig!

There's food all around.

Don't argue.

I'm gonna kill the pig.

- You can't do that.

- You'll see.

- I'll kill the f***ing pig today!

- No!

You won't kill it!

- Young Major!

- Yes, sir.

Nasty!

Go clean the pig.

Eat the f***ing pig.

Clean it and eat it.

Everybody's hungry.

Last time, when it wasn't your pig,

you were the first one to say,

"Let's eat the pig. "

Now, when it's your pig,

you keep it for you.

We were on mission

when you took it.

Move on, let's go!

Let's go! You're not going?

Stay but we'll eat the pig,

that's the f***ing truth.

Stupid man.

You act like the pig was yours.

Hello, Never Die.

Johnny talking, do you hear me?

Where are you?

At the hospital.

The UN is giving us a hard time.

We're busy at the Palace.

I need reinforcement and ammo.

Hold your position.

Let no one in, no one out.

No food or medication.

We got it! Victory is ours!

We're on the move!

So we win the war?

Hello, Never Die...

What's your name?

I forgot your name.

But I'll call you Lovelita.

I heard it in a song.

You like it?

You gotta hold that name.

It will be fine for you.

You hold a gun before?

Try to fire this one.

Fire it.

Fire it. Try it.

You know how to fire a gun now,

Lovelita.

Do you know what's on my neck?

This is my protection.

The bullets fly past me.

They can't touch me.

It makes me invisible.

You see what's on my back here?

Bullets can't touch me there.

That's why I'm still alive.

My general, Never Die...

He has some protection.

If you fire at him,

the bullets turn into water.

If I make it to colonel,

he'll give me one.

How long you been fighting

the war?

I was very small, very small.

I started fighting when I was ten.

I started fighting then.

What was your name before?

I don't know my name.

Where you coming from?

Where is your family?

I ain't got no family.

Pussycat!

Give your f***ing wedding dress

to the girl.

Hey you!

Help me!

My dad's legs are cut off,

I want to put him in your cart.

Somebody stole my wheelbarrow.

How much do you have?

Five dollars.

That's not enough.

- Ten.

- Ten?

I can't risk my life for ten.

- Twenty dollars.

- That's all I have.

I can't help you.

People are shooting, they're coming.

I'm going.

Hey you, come!

Hey you!

Get up!

You hear me?

I said, "Get up. "

What kind of old man is this?

Put your f***ing book down!

I said, "Put it down!"

You won't put it down?

What a stupid old man,

doesn't want to get up!

- Give me the baby!

- Please!

Give it to me!

You don't want to give it to me?

Give it to me!

- Give it to me!

- Please!

You wanna die?

Nasty!

Nasty! We got our man.

She's an enemy.

F***ing Dogo woman.

I'm gonna eat her baby.

Deploy!

Everything all right?

Dad!

Stop your bicycle!

Our Lord and our God,

Daddy and I thank You

for sparing my life

to see this day.

Lord, as my father

is dead and gone...

If it is Your will, Lord,

let Your will be done.

May his soul rest

in perfect peace

through Jesus Christ, our Lord.

Amen.

Five score years ago,

a great American in whose

symbolic shadow we stand today,

signed the Emancipation Proclamation.

This momentous decree came

as a great beacon light of hope

to millions of Negro slaves

who had been seared in the flames

of withering injustice.

It came as a joyous daybreak

to end the long night

of their captivity.

But one hundred years later,

the Negro still is not free.

The life of the Negro

is still sadly crippled

by the manacles of segregation

and the chains of discrimination.

One hundred years later,

the Negro lives

on a lonely island of poverty

in the midst of a vast ocean

of material prosperity.

One hundred years later,

the Negro is still languished

in the corners

of American society...

Who's on the radio?

...and finds himself in exile

in his own land.

He's the president.

Now, we need our own money.

We need our f***ing money.

So what do you say about it?

There's no f***ing sh*t!

No more money.

Butterfly! Check behind the house.

You think I'm stupid?

You think I'm joking?

The old American car outside,

you took the batteries?

Take everything. The tires

and the batteries are buried outside.

Take the keys,

take what you want and leave.

Put it all down!

All the US dollars and all!

With all their fancy diamonds,

they're mocking us.

- No Good Advice.

- Yes, sir.

I'll take this one for Lovelita.

- It's fine?

- Yeah.

It's good.

Old woman, you and your husband

are educated, let me tell you.

I want you to answer one question.

The two of you all.

What's the area of a triangle?

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