Sabotage Page #2

say I want my lawyer?

You know what would clear your ass?

If you'd take a polygraph.

No poly.

No poly?

That's weak.

That's sad.

Your ass is going to prison.

When money is supposed to

be there and it goes away,

and it looks like to us,

it was a setup.

It may not be,

and we're going to find out.

And I know you had

a friend who died.

And that's awful,

and it's going to be more awful

if it was because of money.

My friend did not die

for f***ing $10 million.

We lost a man,

we lost a brother.

And you don't give

a sh*t about that.

It was Wharton's idea,

wasn't it?

You were just following the

lead of a respected supervisor.

I mean, John is like your daddy.

You were doing

what you had to do.

F*** you.

You don't know my daddy.

This agency saved your ass.

You were going nowhere.

You were a question

mark coming in here.

And you have been better

than any of us ever dreamed.

And you've always outperformed.

We're trying to

save that career.

This is your family, Joe.

This is your family.

See, I'm not a thief.

If that cartel finds out that

you took $10 million,

they're going to slit your

throat from ear to ear.

I gotta pee, man.

Say what?

I gotta piss.

Then go pee.

Man, he got cameras all over.

There's no way I can go.

Oh, dude, really?

Piss, man. What the hell?

What you think?

I'm not going to stick my dick

where your dick been sticking in, man.

I ain't putting it in there.

Yeah, the problem is,

your sh*t probably fit in there.

My sh*t don't fit in there.

I need a thermos or some sh*t. Look at this.

You threw a bottle

of piss in my lap.

Man, it's got a cap on it.

Morning, Breach.

Morning.

Hey, good morning.

Oh, man, thanks, Breach!

Breakfast of champions, huh?

Here's your DVD, man.

Appreciate it.

And don't piss in

my bushes anymore, okay?

I have a surveillance camera.

I see it all.

No, that was him.

I've got a bottle.

I'm not using that bottle.

I ain't sticking my dick nowhere

your dick has been, damn that.

You didn't say

that about Rebecca.

When you f*** Rebecca?

I f*** them all.

Bro.

Just follow that truck.

I'm gonna deal with you.

So you think he did it?

I don't know if he did it. I just

know I hear stuff, that's all I'm saying.

They're looking for something.

But they haven't found anything,

or else we wouldn't be

following him around like this.

Yeah.

Why don't you just

pull the pin on this?

You're never going to be able to

spend that blood money anyway.

Do it for your team.

Do it for your country.

Do it for yourself.

Retire. End it.

End the pain.

F*** you, Breacher.

I hate it as much

as you do, sir.

Tactical god.

Why don't you wash

your f***ing hands?

That's a new suit?

Why do you rock that off-the-rack,

cheap-ass JCPenney sh*t

when you can afford Armani?

In fact, why aren't you

on a yacht in the Caymans?

I know what you're trying to do.

The jabs, the jokes.

But tell them

I'm not going to bite.

What'd you tell

Smoke Jennings' wife?

That he died for a good cause,

making you rich?

Tell them you let me disarm you.

Give me the f***ing gun.

Come in.

Have a seat, John.

It's over.

I'll go and clean out my desk.

I'm not firing you.

The investigation is over.

No one's been exonerated.

DC just lost their appetite.

Who do you know

in Washington, John?

Got a picture of a senator

f***ing a goat, maybe?

The only thing anyone in law

enforcement has is their credibility.

It's like virginity.

Once it's gone, it's gone forever.

When did you lose yours?

What if I gave you

your team back?

Don't f*** with me.

No one wants you, John.

I've got nowhere

else to stick you.

Mind showing some

leadership this time?

Gun.

Badge.

Creds.

There you go.

You're back in the game.

They don't f***ing let us train.

They don't let us shoot.

I mean, I can't even carry a

f***ing gun in here, dude.

We're sitting on

our asses, rotting.

It's punishment, bro.

Don't let it get in your head.

Just deal with it. I am.

Who's winning?

Get down.

Get the f*** out of the way!

- In the middle of my goddamn game!

- F*** me!

Country-ass motherf***er!

Why you acting all Jethro on that sh*t?

You gonna play?

We're reduced to a

f***ing rubber gun squad, bro,

I feel like a f***ing parolee.

Why is he tattooing a dick

on your back, Pyro?

You know what, bro,

this is a fallen soldier. F*** you, man.

Will you f***ing dial it down?

I just lost a buddy down range!

Easy, easy,

killer. Hell!

It does kind

of look like a dick.

The expert has spoken.

Bro, if I turn around

and see a f***ing dick

in the mirror, you're dead.

It doesn't look like a dick.

Get off my ass, man!

You might wanna listen to this.

- It's a f***ing piece of sh*t.

- F*** you.

'Cause all the company she

keeps is rubbing off on her.

All the f***ing

piece-of-sh*t-ness...

Man, you need a Xanax or something.

Why don't you go home

and f*** your mama again?

Come on, man.

You were slightly amusing in the field.

Here, you just suck.

I will out-fight,

out-f***

and out-work you

on my worst day.

See, I don't

wanna f*** you, Lizzy.

Crack whores are not my thing.

Hey! That's my wife, yeah?

Bro, you bought a f***ing cow

when the milk was free.

Let's do it, p*ssy.

Come on, let's go bareback.

Wear a mouthpiece and

head guard if you want.

I'll still f***ing

dismantle you!

Okay, now I want to f*** her.

Out cold, b*tch!

- She got you.

- Yo!

What the f*** is going on here?

This place looks like

a f***ing crack house!

You shouldn't be here.

What are you doing here?

The investigation is over.

- We're back in business!

- No sh*t?

Yes!

Whoo!

Here are your credentials.

F***ing finally!

Whoo! Gimme!

- How'd you manage this, boss?

- Ain't that pretty?

I told you!

I told you motherfuckers!

- And you, put a shirt on.

- Here we go.

You're just jealous.

Good to have you back, boss.

Is that a dick?

Dude!

It's a self-portrait!

Where's the f***ing mirror?

It's not done.

Let's go!

Morning, boss.

Morning!

Boss!

Morning, Daddy.

Good to be back.

What took you so f***ing long?

I'm embarrassed

you don't have decent sh*t.

Who's got coffee?

Knock the dust off!

Are you f***ing kidding me?

You promised you'd use the

down time to work on yourself.

I'm fine.

Give me the weapon.

No.

I can train...

Lizzy.

Breacher.

I'm training.

Why don't you go play daddy

somewhere else, huh?

Come on.

Slow the f*** down!

Shut the f*** up!

- Hurry the f*** up!

- You're moving too fast.

- Sweetheart, shut up!

- So slow.

You need to skinny up,

motherf***er.

Get that chicken wing out of the way.

F***ing get in your own lane.

Y'all seriously

taking giant-ass steps.

Give me room.

Give me room!

Little room.

Little room!

Contact right!

Hi! We're home!

Thank you!

F***, y'all didn't

even stutter, man!

Slowest f***ing pie

I've ever seen in my life.

Whenever you're ready!

Come on,

open the door, let's go!

Make a decision!

All f***ing day.

Let me pie this f***ing door.

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