Mayhem Page #3

efficient, a perfect fit here.

Naturally,

we call him the reaper,

and he's the last person

you want to see standing

at your doorway.

Mind if I come in... Derek?

Derek:
If I said no?

Thank you.

D- do you even know

what happened?

I don't care what happened.

You must be good friends

with Kara, then.

I hope she dies promptly.

Glad we're on the same page.

Um, the nine listen to you,

and I have proof that...

- Sign here...

- This was not my mist...

and here.

What the hell are you doing?

My job.

So you are on her side.

I'm on the right side.

Always am.

That's why it's me firing you.

F*** you.

Sign these documents

from upstairs

so I can clear accounting

to transfer your severance pay

into your account.

Derek:

Do you know what this is?

This is a statement saying

that I take full responsibility

over the vanda corp mess.

I'll have to file that

under "n" for "not my problem."

I could be disbarred.

I could face legal action

from the client.

I'm just the messenger, Derek.

Yelling at me is like yelling at

your watch because you're late.

Why would I sign this crap?

To get rich.

Wow.

Glad to see we're now

on the same page.

Glad to see I'm not.

You want to do this

the hard way?

I want to do this the right way.

I want to speak with him

and the nine.

Executive decisions are

not subject to appeal.

This one f***ing better be

because I'm not leaving this

building until I plead my case.

Understood.

Man:
This building

is under quarantine.

Get back inside.

Man:
What's going on here?

You can't tell me...

- What the...

- Hell is going on?

One of our pathogen sniffers

in the building's

ventilation system

picked up traces

of the ID-7 virus.

And who authorized you

to install a sniffer

in my building anyway?

Since the outbreak

in des moines,

detection devices

are now legally required

in public places.

Des moines. F***.

Woman:

According to our projections,

those infected in the building

will begin to display

symptoms soon, if not already.

Our experts have already

released a neutralizer

into your ventilation system.

All traces of the virus

should be eliminated

in approximately eight hours.

Until then, this building

is officially under quarantine.

So what are we supposed to do

for the next eight hours?

Try to remain calm.

Derek:
So there I was getting

the sh*t kicked out of me

on the lobby floor

by this a**hole.

And then... Something... Happened!

- Aah!

- I don't want to remain calm!

I want this fixed.

Hey. It's me. It's me.

- You all right?

- I think I just...

I think I just punched

a rhino in the face.

- What?

- He attacked me.

And then I-i

just kicked his ass.

Whoo!

I'm going to go talk

to the nine.

- No.

- Yeah.

F*** this place!

This mess is a blessing

in disguise, trust me.

You don't want

to end up like me.

What are you talking about?

You have everything figured out!

No, Derek.

This... this... this meditation

and this incense,

it's all bullshit.

You think I like

the taste of Kale?

Come on!

I'm f***in' dead inside.

But they have me wrong.

I have to tell them.

Do you have any idea

what they're capable of?

Just... just... just hide out

in your office

until the virus subsides,

then walk out those doors

and don't look back.

Free as a bird.

All right?

- Okay.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- Now come on.

Put some peanut butter

in your wheatgrass shot.

What do you say?

Motherf***er!

Until the quarantine is over,

we'll need your cooperation

to keep the situation

under control.

We know better than anyone else

that this virus

turns people into maniacs

or blathering idiots.

As you may know,

the virus triggers

a breakdown of moral barriers,

unleashing repressed emotions

in the infected,

including anger,

depression, fear, lust.

Like cocaine?

An infected individual

would make a coke addict

look like a model citizen

by comparison.

But we still feel normal.

Woman:
The virus can cause

drastic mood swings

with potentially violent

and severe consequences.

It would be best if stressful

work-related situations

were avoided.

Yeah.

I'm going to come to your house,

and I'm going to

f***ing kill you!

Bye, mom.

Woman:

Antidepressants, stimulants,

even caffeine can accelerate

the virus's effect.

Meg, make more f***ing coffee!

So, what happens

when 287 employees

with average billing rates

of $200 an hour

stop working for eight hours?

You don't know?

I lose half a million dollars!

Now, crack your whips.

Everybody goes back to work.

And if they don't like it,

they are terminated immediately

and no severance packages.

Put the fear of me in them.

What now?

Woman:
Derek Cho wants clearance

to come up.

- What for?

- Woman:
He said he reconsidered,

but he wants to have a word

with you and the nine first.

Man:
Your pass code

is 8-star-1-9-9, f***-head.

F*** you!

No, no.

No, up.

Up. Up.

Let me the f*** up!

Ohh!

Colton snyder, aka the bull,

the boss' unofficial left hook.

Nobody knows his exact

job description.

But whenever there's a hint

of something dirty going on...

- Take his phone.

- There he is.

The boss:

Hello, Derek.

Uh, look, I am so sorry

we didn't get a chance

to meet again.

Uh, things came up.

You know how it is.

Now, I know what

you're thinking...

"nevil Reed,

he got away with murder.

Maybe I can have

a little fun here."

Did you really think that

I didn't see that coming?

Actually, I was just gonna

ask for my job back.

But I like your idea, too.

The boss:
Well, I'm going to

beat you to the punch.

Oh, ow.

Now, that sounds like it hurt.

- Is he hurt?

- Yes, sir.

The boss:

Is he crying?

No, sir.

The boss:
Well, why isn't he

f***ing crying?!

He is now, sir.

The boss:
Now, I want to hear

a bone break.

They say the femur is the most

difficult bone in the body

to break,

but I'll settle for a pinkie.

Ewan:

I'm coming, Derek.

What's happening?

Motherfuckers!

Can someone tell me what

the f*** is going on in there?

Ewan?

I... Smell...

Toast.

Ewan.

Ewan!

- Ewan!

- Ewan?

Derek:
Ewan!

You killed Ewan?

There's been an accident.

Do you have any idea

how many billable hours

I'm gonna lose

until I find a replacement?

The bull:
I'm worried about

the body right now.

- I killed him.

- The boss:
You didn't kill him.

The virus killed him.

You're infected.

You have impunity!

We have a precedent

in nevil Reed.

You can thank Derek for that.

- Motherf***er.

- Thank you for that, Derek.

The boss:
Lock him up

with the other one

and then get back up here.

Ah!

What are you doing here?!

They fired me.

That's nice.

Justice is served for once.

What are you doing here?

Melanie:

Security called the cops,

but this place was quarantined

before they could show up,

so they threw me

in this hellhole.

I'm suing everyone

and their grandmother

when I get out of here,

I swear to god.

Good luck.

It's ID-7!

No one's liable for

anything that they do.

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