Tactical Force Page #3

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But first, a demonstration.

This beady-eyed f***er -

that's a bad guy.

Hostage, hostage,

f***ing bad guy. Got it?

One more time.

Hostage, hostage, bad guy?

- Bad guy, hostage, hostage.

- I'm sorry, I...

I want a demonstration,

one more.

F*** me. Sounds like

they stopped outside.

Yeah, the van stopped,

that's for sure.

I thought you said

they would drive by.

How the f*** was

I supposed to know?

I said, if we're lucky

they might drive by.

Apparently, we ain't so lucky.

- All right, you all got it?

- Yup.

- Yup.

- Where's the frozen-food aisle?

Move out, stack up

on that door.

We better get goin'.

He's gonna shoot me

before this is over.

How you doing back there?

Lonely.

So, anything else I should know

about this place?

Like what?

Who the f***'s upstairs

that the cops want?

What the f*** is this place? Crime Central?

Just calm down. Lay low.

They just might pass us by.

Don't get too comfortable, Vladi,

'cause I ain't done with you after they leave.

OK, so save it for then.

'Cause no one is doing anything

until they are gone.

- You flippin' maggot.

- Who, me?

Yeah, you.

If I get outta here alive,

I'm gonna make damn sure you don't.

So is that suit like

a poly-cotton blend or -?

- Don't f***ing touch me, man!

- Shut the f*** up!

Be ready, in case they decide

to sweep the building.

All right, folks, I thought that was

a pretty good run.

Jannard, you're a little slow

on phase two.

Need to cover our exit

a little bit better.

Move your ass, b*tch.

Yo, that was Blanco

bringing up the rear.

- D'you wanna run this again?

- What?

Yup, let's change it up this time.

Let's take five and then

we'll get back to it.

They just shot the sh*t

out of somebody up there.

Hey, uh, gorgeous, what do you say

when this thing is all over, you and I,

- we can get together, we can -

- I'd rather die.

Die? Hey, baby, I would crawl

a mile through broken glass

just to eat the peanuts

out of your sh*t.

Hey, OK, all right, sorry,

that wasn't cool.

I'm just, you know... I'm just trying to, like,

levitate the situation, is all.

How about that corner over there?

No, let's not go there.

We'll call that out of bounds.

Let's come around the reverse way this time

into that other section.

- Hey, would you look at that?

- What?

Your eyes, they're so beautiful.

- Do you got any Italian in you?

- No!

You want some?

Oh sh*t.

I thought we had this joint

to ourselves.

You f***ing b*tch!

I'll teach you some manners.

Enough of this, God damn it!

Both of you!

Blanco, go tell whoever's down there

this place is off limits until two.

Copy that.

Next time, tell the Chief

not to double-book us.

Duly noted. Move out.

'Cause I'm about

to shoot somebody.

Come on! I love it!

Huh!

OK, all right, all right.

Kenny, I will shoot your ass

through ten times

before you f***ing escape,

you hear me?

I don't give a damn

who hears me.

- Stop it! Damn it!

- Creep!

F***ing rotten b*tch.

Say one more word.

Anything, I dare you.

I'd rather go to jail for life than hear you

say one more f***ing word.

Enough already! F***!

What the f*** is wrong with you?

We got an entire

SWAT team upstairs.

Not the time.

So not the f***ing time.

Now, you better

hope to God...

that they didn't hear your little

"wake the dead" sh*t just now, all right?

Now, all of you,

just stand the f*** down

and go back to your corners until

this whole thing blows over, all right?

All right?

I feel so scolded.

- Shut the f*** up.

- Hello?

Oh sh*t.

Hello?

Hello?

Put the silencer on.

Hey!

Whoever's there,

you gotta move this sh*t.

What the f***?

Hey...

F***.

That's how it's done.

Now, that is sexy.

- Oh, my God.

- Jeez!

Hey, I didn't know

he was gonna shoot.

He's wearing a vest, you stupid f***.

Now we're all dead.

Wow, you must be, like,

the professional, or something.

Precision is your specialty.

That's enough from you.

As for the rest of ya'll,

prepare for a fire fight.

Let's do it.

Uh, I have a nose bleed.

What now?

Yeah, what now?

Simunition.

Simunition.

Simunition?

What the f*** is that?

Not f***ing bullets.

Got the same thing here.

Hold on a second. Why would he

be carrying a gun with no bullets?

They're training, dumb f***.

- With blanks?

- Not blanks.

Paintball training rounds.

Well, that changes

everything now, doesn't it?

I say we kill them all.

We just killed a policeman,

and the only people who can

do anything about it

are firing blanks.

I don't see any other way

out of this cluster f***.

You can't be serious.

You got any other ideas?

We got a dead cop -

Quiet.

Showtime.

Yo, man! Where you at?

Blanco, quit f***ing the dog!

Yo, Blanco!

Blanco, you OK?

I'm afraid not.

Freeze!

Put your hands where

I can see 'em. This is LAPD.

- Put the gun down!

- OK, I don't think so.

So, uh, let me explain how

this is all going to go down, huh?

On your knees, a**hole!

Very convincing. Almost, er,

like it was, sort of, Cops.

One of my favorite shows

I watch in syndication.

I especially like the part

where they all burst in, all angry,

yelling "Get up! Get down!"

Dogs barking, very confusing.

F*** you!

That's pretty.

Now, unless this is

the new humane LAPD...

I'm gonna take a wild guess that you clowns

got your training wheels on today.

Am I right or am I right?

So I'm gonna explain how

this is gonna go down.

You see, we accidentally knocked off

your partner here and, uh...

I know that y'all gonna be

real pissed about that.

Hell, I know I'd be pissed. Sh*t.

See, that leaves us

with a little bit of a problem.

I can't let y'all go without, uh,

compromising my own security.

Can't do nothing down here.

On my mark,

fly back through those doors.

- You're gonna have to die.

- Now!

F***!

Where the f*** did this

f***ing door come from?

Ilya, go around back,

cut off their exit!

Storato, go with her!

- What the f***?

- What the f*** is this sh*t?

What the f***

just happened?

Blanco's dead.

Who are these guys?

They're f***ing dead,

I promise you that.

Let's move out and get help.

Let's see if we can see

the truck from here.

Get down!

Where's the f***ing case, Kenny? Huh?

That's why I'm here,

that's why he's here

and that's why you're here.

Now, I'm gonna ask you

one last time...

where is the f***ing case?!

Huh?

- Where's the f***ing case?

- What case?

- Get the f***ing case, Kenny!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Abu Ghraib, he can't

talk if he's dead, huh?

Well, if he hadn't

stole it from me...

He didn't steal it from you.

I stole it from you.

- What'd you say?

- I stole it from you.

And he stole it from me.

Motherfuck. I ought to

shoot your ass right now.

Before you get all pious,

ask yourself, uh,

who you stole it from?

That's none of

your damn business.

Kenny, where is

the f***ing case?

It's in there.

- Oh f***.

- You're f***ing kidding me.

We need to get

some people on this.

All right, here's what we know.

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