Suicide Squad: Hell to Pay Page #3

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I shouldn't be gone too long.

(GROANS)

Uh, thanks.

Before you rush off, you neglected to

tell me where Waller is sending them.

Branson.

The man they're tracking, he's been

spotted there looking for work.

What does he do?

He's an...

entertainer.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Hey!

LAWTON:
Park in the back.

- (PEOPLE CHEERING)

- Oh, yeah, whoo!

(WHOOPING)

- Woo-hoo, yeah!

- Curb it, clown.

We don't wanna call attention

to ourselves.

Honey, in case you haven't

noticed, nobody's looking at us.

- Split up.

- Dibs on backstage!

Woo-hoo. I like that!

I'm going.

Look at the bag of marbles

on that fella.

You missed your calling, Snake eyes,

chicks would go crazy for you.

Bored now. Going out.

Uh-uh, we're on standby.

Deadshot gave us montior duty.

So much for not taking orders

from murderers, eh, Benji?

Shut it, Boomer.

Sit your ass down.

Make me, dolomite.

I don't kill innocents.

But I doubt if you'd qualify.

Pull it back.

Or I'll rip your mouth in half.

(GRUNTING)

You're on a mission,

you don't wander away, you don't make

trouble, and you don't piss me off.

(GROANS)

We didn't see him.

This nut job was

frisking the boys.

I had to cool her off.

Psychotics have needs, you know?

We have needs.

We're moving to the next club.

This is gonna take forever.

Well, we could always

put up some flyers.

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and ladies,

it's that king from Cairo,

the sphinx of kinks,

the sandstorm guaranteed

to blow you away.

Oh!

Get ready to sweat

for the Pharaoh!

(CHEERING)

Didn't see him backstage.

Me likey.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHOOPING)

It's him.

- Banshee! Oh, crap!

- WOMAN:
Where're you going?

Sh*t!

Oh, crap! Oh, crap!

Oh, crap! Oh, crap!

(CHEERING)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

Uh. No!

(GROANING)

No! (GRUNTS)

Oh, this is bad.

(GROANS)

(BOOMERANG WHIRRING)

(CHOKING)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

Buddy Frankenstein?

(GROANS LOUDLY)

Whoa!

Zoom, what the hell?

What are you waiting for?

Do I have to do everything?

Hiya, cowboy, need a ride?

(GRUNTING)

Get us out of here!

(GRUNTS)

(STRAINING)

Heads up, mate.

(GROANS)

BOOMERANG:

Ha ha. Right in the gulleys.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

- Something's wrong.

- Yeah, he's too fast for him.

No, he's too slow.

He should've broken into this

jalopy and killed us all by now.

He's still mine.

Frost, on the right!

(YELLS OUT)

(CAR ALARM WAILING)

(GROANING)

MAN:
Pfft. Come on. You don't understand.

I've got a 10:
00 a.m. call back

for Bachelor Babe.

Really? Aw, that's

my favorite show.

It's so romantic like you're

the only girl at a frat party.

Oh, you're not going anywhere,

buddy, until we get some answers.

Like why're you

so popular with Zoom?

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