Men at Work Page #3

Claimed he knew who was responsible

for those Las Playas offshore dumpings.

Claimed he had some kind

of a tape that could prove it.

I don't know. This might be nothing,

but I thought you should know.

You did the right thing, Captain. I'm sure

it's nothing, but I appreciate the call.

- Any time.

- Thank you.

A tape.

A goddamn tape.

Shrewd move, Berger.

Hey, boys! Where's your originality, huh?

This means war, man.

Hey, this is sh*t. It's sh*t!

Get it off me, Frost! Get it off!

It's sh*t! It's sh*t!

It's payback time, you little shits!

Gentlemen, inside now.

- What's up, Walt?

- Nothing too serious today.

I got a complaint about banging trash

cans on P Street at 6am this morning.

- You boys know anything about this?

- No, sir.

Who rolled the bowling ball

down the alley into Avenue H?

Can't help you there either.

In the two years you have worked here,

you have broken every city ordinance

that pertains to this line of work.

Well, you can't say

we haven't been a lot of laughs.

I'm glad you have a sense of humor,

Mr. St James.

Unfortunately, the majority

of the people in this community do not.

Now me, personally, I like you boys.

Which is why

I'm giving you another chance.

Starting tomorrow, you boys

will be riding with a third party.

What?

I have decided to send an observer

along with you on your route.

A representative of Shoreline.

- Who's the observer?

- My brother-in-law.

Consider yourselves on probation.

I suggest you be on your best behavior.

The nerve of Walt, sending us

on our route with a goddamn baby-sitter.

Don't worry about it.

What does a... phrenologist

feel and interpret?

- The size of Walt's a**hole.

- Wrong.

No, a phrenologist feels and interprets

the bumps on your head, skull features.

Very good.

Who was Richard Nixon's Chief of Staff

during the final days of Watergate?

Oprah Winfrey.

No, that was... Alexander Haig.

That's right.

What does gasoline...

Jack! Jack!

The tape!

What did you do with the tape?

Jesus Christ!

- What are you doing?

- I hate shitheads who bully their women.

- So what are you gonna do?

- Shoot him.

- What?

- It's the principle, James.

With a pellet gun? What are you

gonna accomplish using that?

It allows me to seriously

aggravate a situation

without actually changing

the course of history.

It also stings like a b*tch.

Well, I'm glad that's over.

Carl, what are you doing?

Everything's cool now.

Mister, it's nothing personal.

- Where do you think you got him?

- Butt shot.

He'll never lay a hand on her again.

A**hole! I wouldn't have

voted for you anyway.

- Stop it! Stop it!

- What?

Shoot him in the head,

his head's all over the place.

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