Tactical Force Page #4
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- 2011
- 91 min
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The door we just came
through is the only exit.
We gotta get
to the truck.
I can see the truck from here.
Looks like 30 feet down.
Hey, got a couple
dozen feet of paracord?
We're effectively unarmed.
Anyone got a phone?
In the truck.
- Any live ammo?
- Truck.
Everything's in
the f***ing truck.
How many grenades
you got there?
A couple flashbangs.
- Concussions?
- Negative.
All right, that's a shitty start.
- And this sh*t's f***ing useless.
- What do you wanna do?
We're gonna do what we always do -
take care of business.
Boss, we're surrounded.
That's bad news for them.
What the f*** is
taking them so long?
Relax.
Little buddies upstairs
ain't going nowhere.
And, thanks to Kenny,
neither are we.
You know, you should really
try some breathing exercises
for your stress relief
or something.
You know,
just by looking at you,
I can tell that your blood pressure
and your arteries are as hard as the secret
hard-on that you carry in your pants for me.
- Shut the f*** up!
- OK, no more beating of Kenny. OK?
When we find item, then...
then you go to town.
No, that's all right,
I forgive him.
He's Italian,
he's born that way.
- What?
- Yeah, it's an Italian thing.
He's got this whole built-in
inner rage thing going.
I think I read somewhere
that it's genetic.
Italians are known to be very volatile,
kind of like Mount Vesuvius,
or maybe it's more like Mount Etna, since
Vesuvius hasn't erupted since Pompeii.
Either way,
I gotta take a piss.
You want to see Vesuvius?
Huh? Huh?
I'll show you Vesuvius,
motherf***er.
Are you saying this man
is actually Italian?
- Yeah.
- What?
I am saying,
do you own a mirror?
A black man can't be from Italy? Huh?
I was born in Rome, b*tch. Rome.
You obviously ain't heard
of Kobe Bryant.
Yes, you're right,
I- I believe it.
You have taught me many things today.
I appreciate that.
Perhaps we should become
Facebook friends, yeah?
I'm on Facebook.
Ah! There she is.
Yeah, Red Leader! This is
Piggy Leader, do you copy?
You're not gonna be
needing this anymore!
Huh, gorgeous?
Oh, check it out!
Hey, Captain!
Live.
There are four
cell phones here.
All of their live ammo is here too.
What the f***?
Backup ain't coming for these guys.
That's for damn sure.
No, but it is here for us.
Hey, Demetrius.
- How's your mother?
- She is well.
She asks about you
all the time.
There she is. Ha!
Enough of the f***ing
family reunion.
Can we get on with
this sh*t already?
Who is this pista?
We'll explain later.
Come.
What do you want
to do now?
Make a call.
What you think?
They are armored
blast doors, Demetrius.
Is not designed for security.
Cut off steel plate,
door falls like
former Soviet Union.
- Can you do it?
- Sure.
Take a couple of hours.
No, that's
too much time.
They're gone,
and so is the truck.
F***.
- So what's the new plan?
- It's a classic siege.
They got the truck. They know damn well
we got no communication, no live ammo.
All they have to do is wait.
We gotta get the f***
out of this building, ASAP.
This way much easier.
Put up ladders,
climb in windows,
take out all resistance.
Do it.
Potential for casualties
is much higher.
They may resist our
charge up the ladder.
I assure you...
they are unarmed.
They called in backup.
They're coming up?
Well, think about it, what's the easiest way
to get up here?
You gonna waste your time on those doors?
It would take too long.
All they need to do is lay down
some suppress fire,
pop a ladder up,
and get two guys in here
and boom, we're done.
So what's the plan?
I got something for their ass.
We cannot waste
any more time.
We must send Vladimir
and his men up and put them down.
nervous, man.
- Yeah, no sh*t.
- We are seriously outgunned here.
Who the f*** do you think is gonna get
that case when we get in there?
It's not gonna be us.
That's why I called in our man.
When the f*** is he
gonna be here?
Soon.
Let our little friends here
waste their men getting in there.
We have Kenny,
and he knows where the case is.
Right now, we need
all the help we can get.
As soon as they are in,
poof, they all disappear.
So that's all you're gonna say?
"I got something for their ass. "
Care to give me
the whole plan?
No.
- Demetrius, we're ready.
- Good.
I leave it to you, then.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Who's watching Kenny?
Well, one of these guys will be,
after they boost him up.
It's not a problem.
I tied him to the truck myself.
Good.
All right, I want you to lock
the door behind me.
What?
Just do it, God damn it.
We don't have all day.
Come on.
Well, why the f***
ain't they shooting, man?
I don't know,
maybe they are hiding.
- What is he doing?
- I have no f***ing idea.
- What the f***?
- I'll go check it out.
- No, no, no! Hey!
Pay attention.
They could be anywhere.
I'm good. I'm good.
Argh!
Stay down!
Nice suit.
Thank you.
- I did not hear anything.
Who the f*** are you?
Hey, those guys -
Get out of
the way!
- They kidnapped me.
- Sit down!
They're gonna kill me, all right?
There they are.
They're coming!
Kenny! What -?
Take 'em down!
- Kenny, you cockroach!
- Shoot them!
Hey! Open up!
- Open up!
- Open the door!
Aargh!
F*** me!
F***!
Sh*t.
- Where's Jannard?
- Upstairs.
Who's this guy?
I'm Kenny.
Argh!
Send a b*tch to do a man's job.
You're right, they did send
a b*tch to do a man's job.
Oh sh*t.
Do something, do something.
Excuse me,
do you speak English?
Is he dead?
What do you think?
Stop.
Get up the stairs.
B*tch.
You know, it was your armpit
that killed him.
Bruce Lee would have been
proud of that sh*t.
- Let's get the f*** outta here.
- You all right?
Uh-huh.
Thanks, boss.
Kenny!
Kenny!
You've eaten your last meal,
motherf***er! You hear me?
It's bedtime for you, man!
This is the last time I've been duped
by that motherf***er. You hear me?
Yo, why wasn't he guarded?
We were outside
planning the assault
while your man was supposed to be
in here guarding him,
the truck, and those f***ing doors!
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Well, f*** you, man!
You want a job done,
you gotta do it your f***ing self.
You do it, then.
Let's get the f*** over here, man.
Let's get the f***
over here.
I can't believe this, man.
What amateurs.
- Relax, take it easy...
- Do it.
Well, hello.
It's about time, man.
I was beginning to think you got lost.
Lost? I don't think so.
You need me for something?
Because if boss over there
ain't doing his job, you know, uh...
you know where you can
get your next meal.
- So who is this?
- I don't know.
Let's just hope this coalition
holds together a little while longer.
Back to square f***ing one.
Well, sh*t, we're armed now.
Who the f*** is that?
I don't know who the f*** he is.
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