Suicide Squad: Hell to Pay

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1

We're three kilometers

off the coast, Vertigo.

Keep it steady, Manta.

I'll go rouse the rabble.

Time to move.

I'm good to go.

Sponge and Julie, not so sure.

Didn't Waller get you

a room last night?

Don't be a hater, Floyd.

Or are you just upset because

Waller didn't put you in charge.

Yeah, why is that, Deadshot?

You usually run things.

She asked me if her dress

made her look fat.

She's gotten cranky

since she lost weight.

Not our issue.

Is it, Daddy?

We are just having our second

honeymoon anywhere we can.

WALLER:

Not on my time, convict.

The only one who gets

satisfied tonight is me.

Your target is an underboss in the

Black Mask mob, Tobias Whale,

who happens to sideline

in stolen intel.

Tonight, he's delivering a

flash drive full of nastiness.

Pay-offs to dictators, senators playing

footsies in the restroom, the usual.

More importantly,

he has leaked info

implicating our

very own operations.

Needless to say, Mama would be very

disappointed if you screwed this up.

So keep your heads

on the mission

if you want to keep them

on your shoulders.

Any questions?

Good.

They're all yours, Vertigo.

I'll be on radio silence

till you're done.

Waller out.

You heard the lady.

(MACHINE POWERING)

(SQUEAKING)

Show off.

(MOANING)

All right, goddamn it.

(MAN GRUNTS)

(POPS)

(BOTH GROANING)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(GROANING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(GRUNTS)

So I says if the money's good,

who gives a sh*t, huh?

(GIGGLING)

Hey. Oh...

(SCREAMS IN PAIN)

(GROANS)

- Ah! Oh. Ugh!

- (GUNS FIRING)

(SCREAMS)

Ah!

(SCREAMS)

(GASPS)

(GROANS)

You still got it, baby.

And it's all yours, Daddy.

(GROANING)

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(SMOOCHES AND GIGGLES)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(SCREAMING)

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(BOTH GRUNTNG)

You're that fool, Deadshot.

Ain't this some sh*t?

Did Black Mask find out about

my sidekick and send you?

(SCREAMS)

I'm gonna mess you up real good.

It's his turn.

(GRUNTS)

(STRAINING)

Expletive deleted and the

free world is saved again.

(GROANING)

Stay down, dog.

What the heck's going on?

This wasn't part of the mission.

Vertigo...

(SCREAMS)

(GROANING)

Why?

Aw, honeymoon's over.

What about him?

I'd rather not kill him

at the same wound.

He'd wonder about that.

I say we let the train

run him over.

You're working together?

Working, playing...

We're soulmates.

Even in prison, things can be

- arranged.

- (MOANS)

What about the file?

We make a copy,

give Waller back the original.

She'll never know

and then, when the grieving

widow and I are paroled,

we'll have a little nest-egg.

She knows.

What?

Waller.

She's been listening.

VERTIGO:
You're lying,

I'm team leader.

She knew there was

a traitor somewhere.

(BEEPING)

(GASPS)

- Waller? Listen to me, I beg to you.

- (BEEPING INTENSIFIES)

(GROANING)

(BEEPING INTENSIFIES)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS LOUDLY)

- (BEEPING STARTS)

- Floyd, please, don't let her.

I know, I know I was a bad girl.

And it was all Vertigo's idea.

Please don't let her

kill me, Floyd!

(SOBBING)

Don't let her blow my head off.

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

- She's down, Waller. Turn it off.

- (BEEPING INTENSIFIES)

WALLER:
A mercy killing.

Getting soft on me, Lawton?

Just saving on the dry cleaning.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Stop this madness.

You can't get rid of me.

I am not some vestigial twin

you can excise like a skin tag.

Hey, Doc, I'm getting sick

of hearing this guy's crap.

Ain't you got something

that'll knock him out.

Anasthetic!

Where is the anasthetic?

Well, that's just peachy.

No anasthetic?

You're all insane!

Shut your pie hole,

we're gonna do this.

Just show me again, Doc,

one more time.

Voila.

(CHUCKLES) Beautiful.

No. No. No. No!

(GRUNTING)

(THUDS)

Drill.

(DRILL POWERS ON)

We'll start around the eye.

(WHIMPERS)

(SCREAMS)

Oh, thank God, he was

going to disfigure me.

That lunatic. That...

How dare you?

This is an operating theater

not some abattoir.

We have a patient

for you, Professor.

A person in need of

medical attention.

We're wondering if you could

clear your schedule. Hmm?

A patient in need is always

my first consideration.

Good answer.

Mail call, Lawton.

CAPTAIN BOOMERANG:

Morning, sunshine.

Get another offer from

Gun Fund Monthly, did you?

No, wait a tick.

It's your little girl, isn't it?

Aw, did she reject another

letter from dear old dad?

How old is she now, 13, 14?

Her uncle bought her any more, eh?

I get bored crazy in that age.

Tell you what, girls like her

need a daddy.

How'd you reckon?

Well, get paroled early

maybe Uncle Digger

can look her up.

(GRUNTS IN PAIN)

Oh! Christ! Son of a...

You could've put my eye out.

Must be gettin' rusty.

WALLER:

Boomer's government property.

You break it, you buy it.

Hiya, cowboy.

How's Trix?

Oh, not that crazy broad again.

My choices have been

dwindling lately.

I heard about

poor little Julie?

Beats all my luck, you know.

But I offered to give her a whole

new makeover with a baseball bat.

Who else?

You heard of Killer Frost?

- The ice queen.

- Yeah.

Crystal Frost, a tough girl

from a tougher home.

Her parents were, well...

Let's just say they could've

used some discipline themselves.

Then her metahuman powers

kicked in,

and suddenly, Mom and Dad

were put on ice.

They never knew how cold

her heart really was.

They say she couldn't be tamed, but I think

Little Crystal's warmed up to us considerably.

And then there's Copperhead, AKA

Sameer Park, a meta contortionist

heavily into extreme

body modification.

If his bio tech tail isn't repulsive

enough, he also shoots acid venom.

Say hello, Copperhead.

The last is Bronze Tiger,

AKA Ben Turner.

Ex-CIA, then vigilante.

Possibly the greatest

martial artist in the world.

If it weren't for his vow never to take

an innocent life, I'd put him incharge.

(GRUNTING)

I can feel the love.

Open wide, Ms. Frost.

Bite me.

(SCREAMS)

Thank you. Try not to move.

We wouldn't want the appartus

to go off accidentally.

It happened once

to the ten-eyed man.

Who?

Exactly.

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(GIGGLES)

(SIGHS)

Insertion's complete.

Task force X is

locked and loaded.

Woo-hoo!

What's this all about, Waller?

This is about making me

happy, Tiger.

This time I'm searching

for something special.

A lost card.

Just call the bank, honey.

They'll get you a new one.

What's it got?

Some kind of code?

You might say.

The last person who had it

was this man.

He calls himself "Steel Maxim."

Seriously?

WALLER:
Late 20s, no distinguishing

marks, except for a tramp stamp.

An Egyptian Ankh.

We think he played a part

in the card's disappearance.

But he's been hard

to track down.

Find him, and I'll slice a year

of all your sentences.

Oh, great, only 87 more

suicide missions to go.

Cheers, Waller.

One more thing.

This one's off the grid.

You'll be dealing with me

directly and only me.

Deadshot will be

your team leader.

I told you before, Waller, I don't

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