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Highlight of my f***ing life.

You think you might be able to

hook me up with an autograph?

You know, for the kids?

Vince, you don't have kids.

Doc, this is Dave Hendrix.

- Been trying to reach you all day.

- Doctor:
Yes, David.

Hi. Look, we're not

supposed to be talking.

(phone rings)

Okay, Fed-Ex this express,

not by f***ing donkey, okay?

(phone rings)

(sighs)

Brody, hi.

What's happening?

Marty, I don't wanna

do this anymore.

What's the problem?

Problem? Problem is I've been sitting

on my ass for three days

watching this guy bust f***ing

meth heads. That's the problem.

You said I'd get to see

some real action.

You said I'd get to fire a gun.

No. What I said was if you're lucky,

you might get to see him

fire his gun.

Listen, I need to

get back to my team.

Doctor:
We've been over this already.

You're still in the recovery stage.

I can't clear you.

Come on, Doc.

I've been closing down gangsters

and thugs for weeks

without breaking a sweat.

You should see some of the sh*t

they got me assigned to.

Marty, this isn't what you told me.

Many:
Brody, a lot of actors

have endured a lot worse

just to get that dream role.

Marlon Brando,

Daniel Day-Lewis or Ed Norton.

Ed Norton actually joined the Aryan

Brotherhood for American History X.

The dude tattooed a f***ing swastika

on his chest, Brody.

On his f***ing chest.

And it's still there.

Doc, I really need to do my job.

What you've got to do is you have

to grow a pair of big boy nuts

and suck it up because

this is no! public indecency, Brody.

This is f***ing assault,

which means if you don't do this,

you go to f***ing jail.

You go to f***ing jail,

then you don't do the f***ing movie.

There's no f***ing movie,

you can kiss your

f***ing career goodbye!

Okay, I'm just trying to

make myself perfectly clear.

You do your job.

It's really that simple.

Many?

Doctor:
David, I can'! talk with

you anymore about this.

Doc, please, I...

Doctor:
HI submit my reports

at the end of the month.

I'm sorry. Goodbye.

(phone beeps)

F***!

(thud)

Get the f*** down!

All you get the f*** down!

- Come here!

- Sh*t!

Get out of my way

or the kid f***ing dies!

You got to be f***ing kidding me.

Is somebody gonna help me here?

F***.

- Hey.

- Hey, back off!

You don't need to be doing this.

I'll blow his f***ing

head off right f***ing now!

Come on, now.

No one has to get hurt.

Are you f***ing deaf?

What's your problem? I'll kill him!

All right. Go ahead.

(whispers)

What are you doing?

I'm serious.

Oh, I believe you.

I'll do it.

Well, maybe you should.

- Are you crazy?

- (gun clicks)

(groans)

Officer:
Don't move.

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