Tactical Force Page #2

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and a tear gas

because you can

never be too sure.

Then you come in with an M4

and you shoot the sumbitch.

The parts you guys seem

to forget all the time

is to bring lollipops

and blankets for the kids.

- Am I right or am I right?

- That's it, that's it.

- That's why he's the captain!

- That was it, that was it.

Now am I right or am I right?

- I rest my case.

- Amen.

Tate, that's it,

I mean it's all in here, it's all in here.

I mean, right here. Yeah, man.

The lollipop section.

OK, all right, all right.

Argh! My suit.

OK, let's start from the beginning.

OK, I know

you hid it here.

Now, you can tell me where it is,

or you can die right now.

And I will use the time

I waste in talking to you

to find the item myself.

I'm sorry,

I don't understand.

Oh, llya,

loose this little tickler.

I said, watch my f***ing suit, man,

all right?

Shall I cut his tongue out?

- Do it.

- No! J-Just wait!

Uh... C-Can we just

talk about this?

Oh, Kenny,

we are talking.

You see, your lips are moving

and words are coming out.

We are talking.

OK, OK.

I want you to listen carefully. OK?

I know you hid my property here.

I just don't know where.

So... you are going

to find it for me...

or I will make sure Ilya does

what Ilya does best -

butchering.

Yeah, uh...

there's a problem.

- Oh really?

- Yeah.

You know your buddies,

the Italians?

Well, they also know

the item is here.

And how would they

know that, Kenny?

You little cockroach.

My gut told me

I needed insurance.

You f*ggot! Move it!

- Hey, watch my suit.

- Hurry!

Ilya, move the car inside.

Well, I guess a little

mountain air could be good.

Well, won't I be pulling the Chief's boot

out of my ass for the next week.

I don't think I've ever

seen him that mad.

Yeah, some commendation.

- Well, it could be worse.

- Wait for it.

Mall security at the galleria?

At least Blanco has a whole

lot of steaks to throw.

- It was a fillet mignon.

- Yeah, what's the difference?

A fillet mignon only

includes the tenderloin.

A porterhouse includes

the bone and some strip loin.

What are you, a f***ing butcher?

I was gonna be,

before I went to the academy.

Well, congratulations. You have a keen

grasp of bovine anatomy. I'm happy for you.

Yeah, a 1200-pound steer only

has 4 to 6 pounds of tenderloin.

It's non-weight-bearing muscle.

- That's why it's so tender.

- Now I'm hungry. F*** you.

They usually cut it

into more or less round pieces,

about the size of a baseball.

Well, it worked,

whatever it was.

Thank you.

Why the hell are we headed

out to the sticks?

Something about us

not being able to damage anything.

- What you looking at, Pocahontas?

- These are recent.

You can tell all that

from all that?

Yeah, these are Michelin Pilot Sports,

Car needs an alignment,

pulls a little to the right.

Half tank of gas,

and the driver weighs

over 220 pounds.

Really?

Naw, I'm just f***ing

with you.

No, but a car has been

through here not too long ago.

Son of a... b*tch!

What's wrong with you?

Thank you.

So, pretty nice, huh?

Oh yes, I love what you've

done with the place.

- Now, let's go find the item.

- All right. Yeah.

Sure, yeah, I'll get it,

but, uh, you stay here.

Kenny, you know, I was born at night,

but it was not last night.

OK? I'm not letting you

out of my sight.

You made a rhyme there. Yeah.

Well, f*** it. I'm not getting you the item

to only get popped.

Well, then it would appear

we are upon the horns of a dilemma.

Look, you're just wasting time.

I'm sure the Italians are on their way.

Ilya?

OK, I'll get it. All right.

But she comes with. You stay.

She... She comes with?

Yeah, yeah,

she comes with me, but, uh...

no weapons.

Kenny, look at her.

She could kill you

with her bare hands.

Well, I would just feel more comfortable

if she came with me and you waited here.

Suit yourself.

All right.

All right, so which one is it?

There's a million of 'em.

I'm thinking it's the one up there

with the door open.

Nuh-uh-uh. All of them.

Tsssk!

All right, take off your coat.

All right, turn around.

There, are you happy now?

- Actually, I'm not.

- Oh, my!

She could still snap your neck like a twig.

Now get moving!

- OK, what now?

- Easy. Pull inside.

- F***!

- Stop the f***ing car!

Stop the f***ing car!

Don't go any further!

I'm sorry, friend!

We, uh...

we have this place

for the next couple of hours.

Maybe I'll just pick up a little something

that belongs to me

and be on my way, then.

How's that sound?

I am not sure that's

going to be possible.

- Kenny.

- Hi!

- You motherf***er!

- Whoa! Hey, hey, hey!

- Be cool, man!

- One more move!

This f***er's mine, all right?

Now back the f*** down!

I think that is going

to be a problem.

Hey, you.

Mr. Uh... Potty Mouth.

Let's say you and me, we have

a little, uh, powwow, hmm?

Lose the gun.

OK.

I mean, what would have been better?

A KO from a steak

or two in the head

from a robber?

- It was a tenderloin.

- Whatever.

You know what he means.

Now the only thing

I'm shooting at is paper.

At least we can have some fun.

Hit the siren.

- Are you happy now?

- Yeah, I like the sirens.

Look, I don't know

who the f*** you are...

but that son of a b*tch stole something

that belongs to me

and I want his ass now.

I'm sorry, you cannot have

that son of a b*tch.

- And why the f*** not?

- He's my business associate.

Yeah.

Your business associate, huh?

It's here, isn't it?

I don't know what

you're talking about.

Oh, yes, you do.

You're a really bad f***ing liar.

What did you say?

Allow me to clarify.

How would you like my size 12

all up in your ass.

I am sorry, I am trying to quit having things

shoved all in my ass.

Oh f***.

It's the f***ing cops.

You brought the f***ing cops

with you?

I didn't bring the f***ing cops with me!

You brought the f***ing cops!

Who the f*** did?

Kenny, I swear to God,

if you brought the f***ing cops here

I will rip off your balls

and I will shove them up your ass!

- F***.

- OK!

- We need to lay low.

- F*** that sh*t. I ain't laying low here.

- What do we do?

- We get out of here right now.

No! You cannot leave! They will see you

leaving. That will put us all in danger.

All right, all right! G-Get in the f***ing

back corner, all right?

Maybe if we're lucky

they'll just drive by us, OK?

- Do it!

- What?

Ilya, f***ing do it!

Come on, get in the f***ing car!

Get the f***ing cars back now!

- Nice, real nice.

- You think?

No need for damage control here.

How we get stuck

with this dump?

Came up when the jarheads moved out.

All right, let's get

this show on the road.

No, no, no, Hunt. Daisy's got to

stay here this time.

All right, believe it or not,

our esteemed Chief has requested

I bring back the paper targets.

Clearly indicating that we did not shoot, kill,

destroy, or decimate one single hostage.

I intend to move quickly through this drill

and keep it short and sweet.

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