Tank 432 Page #4

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But I went back.

Why couldn't you carry me?

Why couldn't you

f***ing carry me?

Capper, what have you done?

Yeah.

Fear.

Fear makes a man run, Reeves.

- Fear.

- Oh, Capper.

You can run

but you can't hide baby

Old Capper's gonna find you

Okay. We've got her

for the moment.

We need to get these two

to a hospital, okay?

Ah!

We need to get out of here.

Smith!

It was a morning in July

I was walking to Tipperary

When I heard a battle cry

From the mountains overhead

As I looked up to the sky

I saw an Irish soldier

laddie

- Capper.

- Capper?

Fearlessly and said

Capper?

Band like a true Irish..

Jesus Christ.

Forces of the crown

Or will ye march

with O'Neill

To an Irish battlefield

For tonight we're gonna free

old Wexford town

Capper?

Capper?

We're f***ing stuck in here.

Why don't you f***ing

spoon each other

you dirty little sardines.

Capper?

Is that you, Smithie?

Capper!

Capper!

Oh, Smith, mon capitaine.

Huh?

Listen to me.

This isn't a game.

You let us out of here,

nothing will happen to you.

Capper?

No harm will come to you,

Capper.

Yeah, f*** you, Smith.

Don't you f*** with me.

Hey, Smithie boy,

you know better than anybody

how this game ends.

You worked it all out,

haven't you, Smith?

You writing it all down

in your little notebook?

You still got

your notebook, Smith?

F***ing Capper.

Write it all down.

Watchin' everybody.

Making little notes

in your notebook, man...

Yes. F*** you, Capper!

- Yeah, f*** you too.

- F*** you!

F***ing lot of youse.

I ain't opening no f***ing door.

Come on.

What about you, Karlsson?

My little sister of mercy.

Florence f***ing Nightingale.

Little Dr. Death.

F***.

You just f***ing drugged me

and left me for dead.

I was only wounded,

and you left me!

Shoe's on the other foot now,

sister.

Riddle me this, Karlsson?

Have you worked out yet

what you' re 'gagging them with'?

Uh-huh.

Have you worked that one

out yet, sweetheart?

F***ing Florence Nightingale,

my hole.

F***ing vinegar tits,

hard like a swinging brick.

I was just f***ing wounded!

Where were youse then?

Where the f*** were you then?

F*** you, Capper!

F*** you!

It wasn't meant to be this way!

- What wasn't?

- F***.

What the f***

are you talking about?

What wasn't f***ing meant

to be this way?

Capper!

Let us out!

Just f***ing wounded

and you left me for dead.

And you want me to let you out?

F*** you and your

nylon underwear.

You're staying in there.

What wasn't meant to be

like this?

Capper!

Smith, what the f***

is going on?

Look at me.

God.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Ooh, Reeves, it sounds like

you're in charge now.

What was not supposed

to f***ing be like this?

Ooh.

Come on then.

And now,

a word from our sponsors.

Capper.

We thought this thing

wasn't gonna work.

Oh, baby, it works, all right.

Up yours.

Stuck in a f***ing tank.

Capper.

Oi, oi.

Aah!

Da da da da da

la da da da da

Come on. Hey, hey.

Des toros, des toros.

Des toros.

Come here.

Faster. Faster!

Toro! Toro!

You're gonna die, Capper.

Hey.

Oi. Toro.

Come on, son.

Capper!

Reeves, come on!

Why are you runnin' off,

you big f***in' fanny?

I'm here!

I'm waiting!

Oh, f***. F***.

Come on.

That's it, son, turn around,

come to daddy.

- You're mine, Capper!

- Here we go.

Toro.

Aah!

F*** you, Capper!

F*** you, Reeves.

Come here, Capper.

You nearly got me

where you want me, son.

I can't run anymore.

Where is it?

Come on, you big f***.

Hey, Reeves.

You got me

where you want me, baby.

I'm lying on my back for ya.

I couldn't make it

more f***ing easy for ya.

That's it, Capper.

I'm all yours. Come on,

take me, you big metal b*tch.

Thank you.

Well?

A survivor.

It worked.

Good.

Get me, get me, get me out.

Neutralize him.

F***, get me,

get me out of here.

Get me out of here!

Oh, please. Please.

No!

Attention, all staff.

Please clear test zones

and return to your work station.

The experiment

is about to begin.

The experiment

is about to begin.

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