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is a big screenplay writer?
You write for the movies?
Whoopty-tah.
Yeah, we say
screenwriter.
He's on the prowl for
a new story. Sorry.
You know, I could tell
you sh*t you ain't seen
What?
What, what?
You know what.
Maybe Cliff here can change
the names to protect the guilty.
You guys do that
in movies, right?
Yeah.
You know Johnny Depp?
He knows Nic Cage.
You see him playing me in some movie?
Baby, you know Nic Cage?
Yeah. Yeah, I do now.
No. See, me, myself, I like
that Johnny Depp better.
I mean, he is just dreamy. I
mean, the way he looks at you.
Jesus Christ. Honey!
It all starts with story.
Am I right, Cliff?
Yeah.
You know, I once made a surprise
visit in a certain dictator's palace
on the Tigris River?
Newly evacuated. Still
smell the Havana tobacco
hanging in the air.
We were tasked with finding
perishable intel, computer dish,
sh*t like that.
But in the master bathroom,
about the size of f***ing
Ethiopia, by the way,
there's golden
dolphins for faucets.
There was this lock box
bolted to the floor,
had his initials
engraved on top.
that f***ing lock...
Wait, Iraq?
You were in Iraq?
Yeah, first in.
Me and my wolf pack.
F*** those pictures you saw of
the 4th Infantry. That was later.
What I'm giving you now
is God's real sh*t.
He is not supposed to be
talking about this stuff.
So, inside this box,
maybe a set of
pearl-handled pistolas.
Hell, maybe some damn fine
presidential-grade hashish.
with a 50-grain det cord.
It's a handy tool, det cord. Yeah.
Wrap it around a tree,
three-feet thick.
someone's hot on your ass.
Remember that trick.
Yeah. A det cord.
That's a nice detail.
Well, you gotta get
the details right, Cliff.
Otherwise, we're just making
another big craptastic movie.
So, we opened this thing.
What do we find?
What do we find?
What do we find?
Iron Man. Avengers. Dude was
And you know what he had most
of in his own personal stash?
I don't know, Nick.
I wasn't there.
Sub-Mariner.
All in French What?
For some reason.
Namor, prince of the deep?
Yeah.
Why Sub-Mariner? Isn't that,
like, one of the sh*t titles?
One theory,
tug-job material.
Mr. Presidente had a thing
for French-speaking fellows,
little Speedos and
big spears. One theory.
So, you were,
like, Special Ops.
What were you?
Seals? Rangers?
Officially,
I'm only allowed to say
that I've been
a sworn officer
participating in a tactical
phase of certain missions
that would make most
men want to crawl up
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