Bordering on Bad Behavior Page #4

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To save your f***ing asses.

It's your lucky day!

You can choose two cupcakes,

okay?

This one and...

Baby, I'm just gonna go out

for some fresh air, okay?

Oh, you mean a cancer stick?

Some people call it that.

I call it fresh air.

You sure?

What about that one?

- And this one.

- Mm-hm.

And that one.

How's it goin'?

Jewels baby, are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, we're okay.

Oh God, you're hurt!

Listen, stay here

and don't move.

Sarah, gimme your mobile phone.

Wait, where are you going?

Get back.

Stay down, stay down.

Somebody please help me!

She was in the bomb blast.

Yes, yes tell me what happened?

Looks like she clipped

a femoral artery, hurry.

Hurry!

Where are you from?

What kind of question is that?

Are you Israeli?

What does it matter

where I'm from?

An old lady might die, and

you're asking where I'm from?

Yes, I want to know where

you come from.

Australia, you happy?!

You look Arabic.

Are you an Arab?

- You know an Arab did this.

- I don't know who the f*** did this,

- I know an Arab tried to save her life!

- Baz!

- Are you ok?

- I'm good.

Where's Lisa?

Uh, she's uh...

You're with this terrorist?

You bastard,

he's not a f***ing terrorist.

You're married to an Arab?

F*** you, terrorist!

F*** you!

So, Baz...

What's your story, huh?

I joined the Australian Army

back in '01.

I served in Afghanistan

and Iraq as a commando.

I discharged...

under a week ago.

I'm visiting my father who lives

about five kilometers from here.

How's that working out

for you, man?

Not so good, actually, Ari.

Don't mind him.

I was tagging along with my

cousin on a night patrol,

and I got lost and somehow

ended up here.

Talk about being in the wrong

place at the wrong time, huh?

This is retarded!

I am getting the f***

out of here!

Sayonara, d*ckheads!

Ari, you need to get

your head checked.

Bob, good luck, mate.

- Get the f*** out of my country!

- I'm f***ing trying mate!

- You can't leave, Baz!

- Bullshit, Bob!

You locked the front door,

which means you locked us all

in here for the next six hours.

You're making no sense,

sunshine.

It's a time-lock door Baz,

for security reasons.

It will automatically open

after six hours

or a soldier with a code from

the outside can get in, see?

- See the clock?

- That just makes no f***ing sense!

What makes sense in the

military, huh?

Well, I don't know?

A f***ing key?

Only a patrol

with the code number

can get in and the key went home with

the Israeli officer. So there you go.

What happens if there's a fire

or one of you nutters

decides to go all

Bowling for Columbine?

Well, a**hole, it's our duty

to stay locked in.

That's because you're pussies!

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