The Substitute

Coming in!

- Come on. Double time!

- Let's go! Come on!

- Don't blow it.

- Steady!

All right, guys.

Move out! Let's go!

- Where's Stark and Westlake?

- Didrt make it.

- Rudy too?

- All three.

Oh, man! What happened?

Cuban soldiers caught us

in a cross fin'e on the beach...

an hour after you guys took off.

Sh*t, man, that's bad.

We're f***ed now.

Fidel Castro today accused

the United States...

of being behind yesterday's

predawn raid...

on what appears to have been

a drug processing plant...

some 30 miles south of Havana.

- A force of 20 men landed...

- Twenty?

What an insult.

It should have felt like 50.

Three of the men were killed

by Cuban military forces.

They've been tentatively identified

as James Stark, Kevin Westlake...

and Rudy Garcia, all from the U.S.

Talk about how many we killed.

Goddamned bureaucratic b*tch.

U.S. Officials deny involvement...

in this independent venture...

utilizing mercenaries and financed

by anti-Castro forces.

Officials went on to say

there was no way such a raid...

- could have been launched...

- In other words...

we no longer officially exist.

In other words,

we're out of a f***ing job.

Sh*t, man. I've got

a mortgage to pay.

Congress will launch a full

investigation into the raid.

Deny American involvement?

Deny that, motherf***er.

You couldn't just

change the channel?

- Kick his ass!

- I f***ing changed the channel.

Me and f***ing Elvis.

So what do we do now?

Nothing.

We just wait.

Something will come along.

Who is that?

Get that fool!

Get him, boy!

I'll teach you!

Now I'll show you.

You ain't done yet.

- Jerome, are you okay?

- Get off of me.

I don't need your help, dude.

Why don't you try me?

Mr. Tay, I want you out of here.

Both of you, out!

- F*** you!

- Get out!

Go to class!

- Go to class.

- Please go to class.

Go on. Get out of here.

What is it with you?

You're determined to be O.T.'d?

I'm standing here.

You're always hassling me.

I'm not hassling you, Mr. Lacas.

I'm speaking to you because you're

intelligent, you're a leader.

I need you to look at me

for two minutes, Juan.

I've heard the speeches, Jane.

I don't make speeches. I'm speaking

to you with respect as a person.

You're no person to me, b*tch,

so back the f*** off.

- 'Cause if you don't...

- If I don't, what?

You'll f***ing wish you did.

What were his exact words?

What were his exact words?

That if I didn't back off,

I'd wish I did.

- No, "f***ing" wish you did.

- Yes.

That's terrible.

But technically speaking,

it wasrt a din'ect threat.

You mean he didn't say he was going to

stab me with a knife at 4:15 p. m.

- No, he didn't say that.

- But his attitude was threatening.

- I can't O.T. Him for attitude.

- Look, Claude.

You know me.

I don't quit on my kids.

But this guy is dangerous.

The kids are scared of him.

Believe it or not,

some are here to learn.

I agree,

but I can't boot him out...

without definite proof

of wrongdoing.

I don't want a lawsuit.

Fine. You want proof?

I'll get you proof.

Here she comes.

Cute, sweetheart.

All for nothing, mama.

Have a beer with us.

I want to see that beautiful ass.

F***ing b*tch.

F*** you up, b*tch!

I'm gonna lick your p*ssy like this.

Get the f*** out of the car!

See you later!

I'll drop by the house.

You bastard.

I've never been so happy

to see anybody in my life.

I missed you too.

What's going on?

My students are trying

to kill me. How are you?

Hey, come here.

Let me take care of it.

Shale.

Shale, you always had

the greatest hands.

I missed you, caria.

What are you doing here anyway?

Arert you supposed to be

off on some secret mission?

No, they retin'ed us.

Really?

You okay with that?

No.

What are you going to do?

I guess I'll be a stockbroker.

- Yeah, right.

- I could be a stockbroker.

Shale? Joey. Got a gig.

Meet me at 10:
00 at the strip joint.

Hey, it's Uzi night.

- Try your luck.

- Joey.

Tell me about the gig.

This guy's name is Wolfson.

He's a lawyer.

I hate lawyers.

He's money.

This guy's got a client

who's looking for a trained crew.

He wants to meet you tomorrow,

Trained crew for what?

That's what the meeting's for.

I don't know.

I don't like it.

You don't even know

what it is yet.

- Drugs?

- It's not drugs.

Come on, I busted my ass

to set this up.

Don't go in there

and f*** it up.

When the world is giving

you trouble, think John Janus.

When the world is giving

you trouble, think John Janus.

"Soldier of Fortune" magazine

calls him the ultimate mercenary.

- That's nice.

- From Tripoli to Panama he's proven it.

Piano win'e, knives,

artillery, land mines...

- bayonets, helicopter repelling...

- Isn't that funny?

Smoke jumping, parachuting,

karate...

missiles, guns and his bare hands.

They don't call him

a one-man army for nothing.

So when you want clean, private

mercenary work at reasonable rates...

think John Janus.

- That was so hot.

- It really was.

Great editing too.

Who was the editor?

The guy that does rock videos.

Thanks, John.

Stay and watch Mr. Shale's reel.

I don't have a reel.

I see.

Why don't I show John out?

- John.

- Thank you, Matt.

Get yourself a video, old-timer.

Thanks for coming.

Really very impressive.

- We'll be in touch soon.

- Thank you very much.

- See you, sweet thing.

- Talk to you soon.

God, that's better.

I've been holding that for 20 minutes

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