Operation Endgame Page #3

of sick plot?

- No.

- Huh?

No.

Barack Obama:
I thank President Bush

for his service to our nation.

As well as the generosity...

Oh, God damn it! Now the entire

surveillance system has a bug.

We're gonna crash.

Just reboot the system.

- Are your legs broken?

- No, but come on, I'll do it.

- I'll do it. I'll be happy to do it.

- Okay, well, chop-chop.

You better pray that we

didn't lose anything on the hard drive.

Are you blaming this on me?

No, I'm just saying I hope

we didn't lose anything.

Well, I hope we didn't

lose anything, either, Carl.

Well, good, Neil.

Then we're all in agreement.

Yeah, come in.

What do you want?

I knew it would be you.

All right, it's half up.

Jesus, why's it so slow?

He's good. He's good,

but that black-haired girl.

When she sang that

Captain & Tennille song last night,

I was floored.

I just had to vote for her.

- You vote?

- Every single frickin' time.

I love that show.

I love it too.

I like that guy Enrique.

Now Enrique,

he's good.

I would have voted for him.

I would have given him a 10

if I was a judge.

What the f*** is wrong with you? Did your

mother put mercury in your milk bottle?

Baby, you keep talking

to me like that,

I'm gonna pound you

with my gavel.

The fat part

or the skinny part?

Oh, God.

Are we waiting for something

to happen here, huh, Chariot?

Ah! Finger, finger, finger,

finger, finger,

Where is the Devil?

It's 10:
17 already.

I'll go find him. Be back

in two shakes of a lamb's tail.

The Hermit,

we're missing the Hermit.

Back online.

Oh, f***!

Someone crashed the system

on purpose.

Does that alarm mean

what I think it means?

Project Endgame.

F***.

Carl, he's dead.

Well well well,

and pencils too.

Nicely sharpened, not bad.

What the f*** happened here?

This must be the work

of the Hermit.

- Oh, sh*t.

- What?

He activated

Project Endgame.

Sorry, what?

Project Endgame

is The Factory's be-all,

end-all contingency device.

It activates a physical

and communicative lockdown

before setting a timer

that will vaporize this place

at the end of two hours.

I guess Judgement Day

is upon us.

Oh my God. We get it.

Your name is Judgement.

Hey, you know what?

You guys have been great.

- I'm gonna go drink myself to death.

- Shut the f*** up, Chariot!

Chug my cock.

Why would the bomb be on

a timer when the whole place

is locked down and nobody can get out?

Doesn't make sense.

Well, the man in charge

had access to some emergency exits.

That's the rumor anyways.

The timer gave him a chance to collect

his things and tie up any loose ends.

- Man, this is bullshit.

- No movement recorded

in the elevators

in the last hour.

Oh my God. That means

that the killer is among us.

What about the surveillance tapes?

There's no way to review 'em from here.

They go directly to Corporate.

Who gives a sh*t?

We're gonna die. Let's all f***!

Well, can we disarm it?

- I would assume.

- None of us has the code.

- Of course.

- Where would it be?

How many f***ing questions

are you gonna ask?

God damn it!

Can we just deal with the situation?

Thank you, Temperance.

We've all seen far worse than this.

Back to the conference room.

Today's staff meeting

means something a little different.

Do you think we're safe?

Yes, we're safe.

We're safe.

We're not down there.

I'm glad we're up here.

Sorry, a**holes.

Priority one is a top to bottom sweep

of this facility.

We're looking for hollow walls,

secret doorways,

tunnels and-or elevators.

Secondly,

we need to find Hermit.

He knew this place

better than anyone.

I'm sure he had

an escape route.

Who's the Hermit?

Hermit used

to do assassinations

until he got diabetes.

Fat f***.

He's a good agent, though.

Sounds like one

of the only people you respect.

No, I'm just afraid of him.

I'm gonna find that little

gummy ass b*tch, and when I do,

I'm gonna blow his ass up.

Good to hear your enthusiasm,

Judgement.

I say we pair up,

one Alpha, one Omega.

I agree.

We each pair up with our mirror agent

on the opposing team.

Keep an eye on each other.

Alpha and Omega are working

together on this one.

Keep in mind the Hermit

is an incredibly skilled agent.

If you need a weapon,

you can commandeer anything

you can find

in and around the office.

The most powerful weapon

is the human soul on fire.

Oh my God.

Motherf***er,

did you just quote Nietzsche?

Finally! We've been

calling you for 10 minutes.

- Calm down, calm down.

- They activated Project Endgame.

Buck up.

I was on a phone call.

- What do you mean "buck up"?

- Shut up!

My God, you two.

There's the file

on the new recruit, aka the Fool.

He's nobody. What happened?

You couldn't get into the mainframe?

No, it wouldn't let us.

That is so odd.

Let me try my security code.

- Did you reboot?

- Of course.

Hmm. Hmm.

Look at that.

Very clever.

What do you mean?

Secret Service changes

the security codes today at noon.

Now it doesn't matter.

They'll all burn

in a flood of napalm.

Poor psychopaths.

This is about Safe House.

It was Devil's operation.

He f***ed up. He's f***ed up before.

The Factory's never been squeamish

about civilian casualties.

However, Corporate

has never been fond

of loose ends,

and Safe House had

plenty of those.

You know,

before you opened your mouth,

I actually entertained

the possibility of f***ing you one last time.

It was that fleeting, huh?

I know.

It's unfortunate, right?

- It's too bad.

- Yeah.

Hey, you remember that night

in London

when it was raining?

You were wearing

those high heels.

We were walking down

the cobblestone streets

and a fog rolled in

and we ducked down

that alley?

One of us didn't finish.

Yeah,

you didn't finish.

I think it was...

You killed the Devil,

didn't you?

Oh!

- Ew! Ew!

- Oh!

- Oh.

- Oh my God!

Jesus Christ,

I know they hate each other,

but what the f***?

Let me ask you a question.

Skin like a porcelain mug

full of lactate.

Nipples...

size of a baby's fingernails.

What's the question?

You be the judge.

Can I ask you a question?

I'm nine and a half.

Uncut.

Ew! No!

I was gonna ask if, like,

you believe in heaven and hell,

and all that stuff.

Okay, I'm gonna

check these files.

You check these bookshelves. Look for

any clues as to what the phrase may be.

Where the answer is yes,

we intend to move forward.

Where the answer is no,

programs will end.

And those of us who manage

the public's dollars

will be held to account

and do our business

in the light of day

because only then can we restore

the vital trust

between a people

and their government.

Can you believe this?

all in one room.

I bet you half of these

are from the past eight years.

I don't see why we have to

stand by and watch a country

befall to Communism due

to the irresponsibility of its people.

Do you ever wonder

if you've chosen the right profession?

Right.

I mean, I feel like I have

some pretty serious skills.

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