Tank 432 Page #2

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- It's the only chance he has.

Reeves, bring the girl now!

- F***ers.

- Come on.

This is f***ing ridiculous.

Where the f*** is Evans?

Karlsson?

- F***ing move!

- Smith, Reeves?

Come on!

Karlsson.

Argh. Don't leave me in here.

- Come on, move.

- Where are you going?

Evans, get a f***ing move on.

Reeves!

Come on.

Evans.

- Evans!

- Come on, mate.

Evans.

Come on!

What am I doin'?

Smith!

Evans!

- Come on.

- Come here.

Reeves!

- He's goin' back!

- Come on, mate.

- We'll have to go.

- Come on.

- Come on!

- F***ing come on.

- Come on. Come on.

- I'm okay. I'm okay.

Why have you

f***ing left me in here?

F***.

- Have you any water?

- Look after your f***ing self.

What the hell happened to Evans?

There's f*** all wrong

with Evans.

We could have kept

this team together.

Stay together, we stay safe,

you stay alive.

F***ing rookie c*nt.

F***ing left me.

Don't leave me in here.

Ah, gentlemen,

glad you could join us.

So, what happened back there

was a massive f***-up.

- No more, eh?

- We'll never outrun them.

We need to leave

somebody behind.

You volunteering yourselves?

They're gung' us down

and these bastards brought us

here in the first place.

Stop this.

To be clear,

anyone harms the cargo

I put a bullet in them.

They're f***in' animals.

They're our paycheck,

Mr. Gantz.

Come on,

we got to stick together.

We need to find shelter.

Quickly.

Come on, up-up!

Reeves, give us a hand here,

will you?

Okay.-

Move. Move!

Why did Evans even turn back?

I don't know. I don't know.

She's not f***in' part

of the mission.

Keep up.

We gotta find shelter.

It's going to be dark soon.

Oh, it's killing me.

Reeves, there's some sort

of armored vehicle up ahead.

Go and recce it, now.

Okay. Roger that.

Stay quiet.

Yeah, looks abandoned.

- Reeves?

- Yeah, looks clear.

Okay. Reeves has given us

the all-clear.

We're gonna advance

on the vehicle.

Gantz, you're our tail-end

Charlie, look after our rear.

Karlsson, bring the girl.

Go, up.

Move. Move.

Three, two, one.

Oh, Christ.

Anything?

What's happening, Gantz?

I need some f***ing support.

Enemy in sight!

We need to get

into this Bulldog now.

There's only room for six.

Well, choose one.

What?

Make the choice so we can

close the f***in' hatch!

Is she going to make it?

No, I need to work on her now.

The girl stays, wrong choice.

Karlsson, get that girl

in the van now. Help her.

F***.

Gantz. Come on.

Come here,

you dirty f***ing bastard.

I'm gonna look into your

f***ing eyes when you die!

F***ing b*tch. Argh. F***!

Aah!

No. Go and get

what's left of the cargo.

- F***ing joking.

- No.

F***!

Well, get in. Get in.

Close the hatch.

Close it.

For f***'s sake.

I left my f***ing rifle

out there.

Never kill the f***ing cargo.

They were trying

to f***ing kill us!

What, with both hands tied?

Two starving hostages,

Jesus Christ.

You probably killed this one

as well, Gantz.

- Something's f***ing wrong.

- Face no work.

Right, we got enemy,

we got enemy approaching.

I could only see one of them.

No, they've got round the side.

They would have approached

the APC

they wouldn't have

approached it.

I can't see f***.

Do you think it will last

for half an hour?

Karlsson, once you've sorted

her out, have a look at Gantz.

See if you can stop

that bleeding.

Give him something for the pain.

Get him to shut up.

- Suck it in just now, Gantz.

- Oh.

It'll get to you in a minute.

- Okay.

- F***.

- How's she doing?

- Yeah, she's fine, she's okay.

- F***ing hurry up, Karlsson.

- You'll be fine, Gantz.

It's just a little flesh wound.

F***'s sake, Karlsson,

just f***ing stick me...

Shut the f*** up, Gantz.

It's a flesh wound, it's fine.

Stop moaning.

Can we get to drive

this component?

It's jammed solid.

Get the f***ing animal

away from me.

What, the one you pair

didn't manage to kill?

Shh.

- Taking fire.

- Quiet.

Okay, they're here,

they're f***ing here.

- Where's it coming from?

- Oh, sh*t.

They're checking for weak spots.

They won't find any.

These Bulldogs

are built to last.

Okay, they're here.

They're here.

Right! Sh*t.

Hold it. For f***'s sake.

They're f***ing everywhere.

We're f***ing surrounded.

- F***ing door..

- Hold on!

F***!

Jam it.

Hold it.

F***ing hold it.

- The f***ing thing's opening.

- Karlsson, go to the left.

- F***.

- Kick it!

Yeah.

F***. F***.

For f***'s sake.

- They're not gonna get in.

- Okay.

The door's jammed.

Are you saying we're f***ing

stuck in here?

Do you really want to go out

there again, Mr. Gantz?

That will be your second wise

move of the day.

F***.

Here, get his hood off.

Give him a little bit of air.

Here, I'll do it.

You are f***ing kidding me.

F***'s sake.

Well, you put us in here.

What now?

Well, as it looks like

for the first time in 24 hours

no one's trying to kill us

I suggest

we use this time wisely.

Get some shut-eye.

Don't know when we're gonna get

the chance again.

That's a good idea.

Oh, I won't be able

to f***ing sleep.

You got something to help,

Karlsson?

- Yeah, here.

- Right.

Here you are.

- Take one of those.

- Thank you.

What's that smell?

Well, whole place

is surrounded by death.

You'll soon get used to it.

- What are you writing?

Just notes.

Wouldn't want to forget

any of this, would we?

Anything?

No.

Oh, well. We'll just

let them sleep for now.

They'll soon be awake.

Oh, f***.

Oh.

Aah.

Oh, God.

I need water.

Haven't got much to go round.

The door's still jammed.

Well, it would appear

for the moment

that we're trapped inside here,

but at least we're alive.

Aye.

For how long?

We're out in the open here.

We're like a f***ing turd

on a billiard table.

Well, any chance of getting this

thing moving, Mr. Gantz, hmm?

Last time I looked,

the business end was that way.

- She should stay back there.

- Yeah.

Keep out the road.

Yeah, I think there's

enough room to squeeze through

if I pass the remaining boxes

back, huh?

I don't think so.

Price tag's mine

on this one, rookie.

There's a dead body back here.

F***.

You're not f***ing helping.

Argh.

Aah.

Get your foot out of

the f***ing way, you fat c*nt.

F***ing move, you f***!

Gantz?

Aah!

Mate, can you hear me?

The hatch is welded shut.

Can't f***ing budge it.

Come on, you iron piece of sh*t.

Gantz, how's it looking?

F*** off, Reeves.

It's dead.

F***ing lifeless..

Gantz, we need to keep trying.

Fix it if you shut the f*** up.

And get out of this

f***ing tin can.

F***!

F***!

Aah!

How's it looking?

Engine's been immobilized

somehow.

And the tools we need to fix it

are in the access hatch

on the outside of the tank.

We can remove

some of the access panels

in the driver's compartment

and reach into the engine

from the inside.

But we need a toolkit

to remove the oil rivets first.

Any f***ing ideas?

Oh, f***.

Think I got something here.

F*** is that?

Careful, Mr. Gantz.

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