Day of the Dead Page #2

up the pole. I'll watch out for lover boy.

Don't worry. I'm not strong enough?

I've done it dozens of times.

I don't want you up here, lady. Send

up the pole. They're gettin' closer.

He's clamping. Look at

'im. Let go of the pole.

Listen to me.

Let go of the goddamn pole.

Here they come! Let's go!

Dumb fucks.

Pus-breeding bags of sh*t.

You dumb-f***ing bags of sh*t, Ill

kick your f***in' asses. Come on!

Come here, scumbag.

Hook her up, will ya? Hook her.

Hey, nice hat,

a**hole.

Come on! Get the other one out of there!

Steel, Steel, Steel,

cover! Cover!

I got it.

- Geez.

That's it. That's it. That's

it. I got it. I got it. Come on.

Come on. Come here.

Come here.

You almost killed Rickles.

Yeah. You almost killed Rickles.

Let 'im go, Steel.

- He shouldn't have been

up there in the first place.

Steel, stop it!

You dirty son of a b*tch!

Let him go! Let him go,

goddamn it,

or Ill cut you in half.

Shut up, you dumb fucks. I hope

they chop you up for dog meat.

Come on, Rickles.

Let's get out of here.

I hope you f***in' rot!

F*** you!

I am not gonna let you

dope me up.

You need a sedative.

You're behaving dangerously.

- I'm just trying to help you, Miguel.

- Well, I don't need your help.

You made me look like

an a**hole out there.

You made me feel

like a piece of sh*t.

You stay away from me

with that, Sarah.

You stay away from me.

Ohh.

You b*tch.

We've got to have sterile

conditions. Half the work we do...

goes down the toilet

due to contamination.

You'll work with what you

got, Fisher. But it's madness!

- Can't you understand...

- I understand this: You and your playmates,

you're running out of friends

fast around here.

Look, major cooper

promised that...

major cooper is dead.

I'm in command now,

and Im telling you...

that you work

with what you got.

And you'd better

start showing me some results...

or you won't have that

very much longer.

How can we show you results when we

don't have the proper working conditions?

We're in a desperate situation

here. We need each other.

Can't we just get along? You

need us, the way I see it, lady.

I'm not sure we need you at all.

F***in' "a. "

I'm not even sure what the hell

it is you're doin' in there,

just what the hell my men

are riskin' their asses for.

If there was more cooperation, your men

wouldn't have to risk their asses as often.

- Miguel Salazars in bad shape.

- No sh*t.

I want him pulled off active duty for a

while until we can evaluate his condition.

- Can't spare 'im. - He's over

the edge. He's turning into jell-o.

- Jell-o? - That's the way the

spicks say "yellow": Jell-o!

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