The Suicide Squad/Transcript

Johnny Cash (vo): Hello, I’m Johnny Cash.
[JC's introduction to Folsom Prison Blues, alongside the sound of cheering inmates, underscores the logos of Warner Bros. and DC. The movie opens with a reflection in a puddle, displaying a man bouncing a ball on the floor of a prison cell. After the camera has slowly turned rightside up, the inmate, Savant, throws the ball at an X on the wall. It ricochets across the small space, from one cross to another, before he catches it from over his shoulder. A small yellow bird flies down into a corner of Savant's private property. Upon seeing this, the captive throws the rubber ball again. It's bounces around the room, before hitting the bird, killing it in one fell swoop. The music stops. The ball slowly rolls back to Savant, who picks it up and wipes it against his trouser leg to get the blood of it. The man sighs, just before the cell door behind him opens]
Savant: I got another fifteen.
Amanda Waller: Not today, you don’t. You’re up.
[Another door opens. Waller leads Savant through another part of Belle Reve Prison]
Amanda Waller: You know the deal. Successfully complete the mission, you get ten years off your sentence. 
[The criminal is flung into an chair. Behind him, a doctor puts a latex glove on and, with the help of a syringe, implements a tiny explosive in the back of Savant's head] 
Amanda Waller (vo): You fail to follow my orders in any way and I detonate the explosive device in the base of your skull.
Dr. Fitzgibbon: (leaning forward) Good dog.
[Savant grunts and wipes his neck as he stands up]
Amanda Waller (vo): We are a black ops unit. Meaning, nothing you see here ever happened.
[Waller then leads the now fully decked-out Savant through a corridor...]
Rick Flag (vo): Savant.
[...towards his supervisor in the field, Rick Flag. He holds out his hand]
Amanda Waller (vo): Your commanding officer will be Colonel Rick Flag.
[The villain shakes the colonel's hand]
Rick Flag: Or would you rather be called Durlin?
Savant: I’d rather not be called at all. But I’ll do anything to get out of this hellhole.
[As they walk to the end of the corridor, Durlin briefly turns around. Waller stares after him, remorseless as ever]
Rick Flag (vo): Well, welcome to “anything.”
[Cut to a prisoner vehicle. Flag opens the doors. He and Savant get out]
Savant: So this is the famous Suicide Squad.
Rick Flag: Well, we consider that term degrading. The official term is “Task Force X.” And love ’em or hate ’em, these are your brothers and sisters for the next few days.
Blackguard: [hums teasingly] Oh! Whoa.
[screeching]
[instrumental rock music continues playing]
Rick Flag (vo): Captain Boomerang... Blackguard... Mongal... Javelin... T.D.K... Weasel... And, of course…
Harley Quinn: Hey, guys, sorry I’m late. Had to go number two.
Rick Flag: Hmm, good to know.
Harley Quinn: Flag. Oh, sorry. Comin’ through. (upon seeing Captain Boomerang) Hey, Boomer.
Captain Boomerang: What are you doing back in prison, Harls?
Harley Quinn: I got road rage. In a bank.
[She smacks her duffel bag against Savant's head, who grunts]
Harley Quinn: Oh. So sorry. Comin’ through.
[She makes her way to a seat. Meanwhile, T.D.K. helps Blackguard to buckle up]
T.D.K.: Turn it around. There. No.
Blackguard: There? Here?
T.D.K.: Put it in there. Now you’re safe.
Blackguard: All right. Thanks, man.
[In the cockpit, one of the pilots flicks a few switches]
Briscoe: Prepare for liftoff. 
[The heli rises and flies away from Belle Reve Prison]
Briscoe (vo): And away we go.
[We cut to a group of office workers, standing around a number of personal files]
Emilia Harcourt: Harley and T.D.K…
Flo Crawley: Digger.
Emilia Harcourt: …have they worked together before?
[John] Not yet. I’m excited.
Flo Crawley: What does Savant do again?
Emilia Harcourt: It’s Brian Durlin. He’s an expert in weapons and hand-to-hand combat.
Flo Crawley: Yeah, well, I’m putting twenty on him that he’s gonna bite it.
Emilia Harcourt: Me too. And Weasel, Boomer and Mongal.
[John] Yeah, I think…
Flo Crawley: Is Mongal an alien or some type of god?
Amanda Waller: What are you doing?
Oh. Hey.
Just making sure everything was ready to go.
[John] Good meeting, everybody. Just our normal, casual morning meeting.
Yeah, I just gotta, uh, do this thing.
[John] Nothing weird about it.
[Flo] Okay.
[John] Oh, yeah.
[phone rings]
Amanda Waller: Flag.
Rick Flag (vo): Yeah, we’re T-minus five from the drop.
Amanda Waller: Get the whole team safely to that beach, Colonel. You will receive further orders once there.
[Boomerang, who sits opposite Savant, teases him by clicking his lips in a kiss-like manner. Durlin sighs, Boomerang laughs]
Captain Boomerang: We’re in a butcher’s freezer, Harls, surrounded by dead hogs hangin’ on hooks. Only they don’t know it yet.
Harley Quinn: Leave him alone, Boomer.
Javelin: (in a thick German accent) What does T.D.K. stand for?
T.D.K.: What?
Javelin: Your name is T.D.K., correct?
T.D.K.: Yeah.
Javelin: And it stands for what?
T.D.K.: It stands for me. It’s what a name is.
Javelin: Your name is letters?
Captain Boomerang: All names are letters, dickhead.
Harley Quinn: I love your accent.
Javelin: American women all love accents.
Harley Quinn: We do. ‘Cause we don’t got none.
Blackguard: (pointing at Weasel) Yo, is this a dog?
Captain Boomerang: (frowning) What?
Blackguard: Is this thing a dog?
Captain Boomerang: A… A dog?
Blackguard: Yes.
Captain Boomerang: (leaning forward) Wha-What kind of dog do you think it is, mate?
Blackguard: I don’t know, I’m not familiar with all the breeds.
T.D.K.: I’m gonna go with Afghan Hound.
Captain Boomerang: Since when does an Afghan Hound have bloody thumbs?
Harley Quinn: Oh, my God, is it a werewolf? I’ve wanted to meet a werewolf forever.
Blackguard: (jumping up) Yo, they sat me next to a werewolf?!
T.D.K.: That’s not right.
Blackguard: Yo, let me out. I do not fuck with werewolves.
[Boomerang and Harley both laugh]
Rick Flag: Hey, hey, he’s not a werewolf, okay! He’s a weasel. He’s harmless. I mean, he’s not harmless, he’s killed twenty-seven children, but, you know, we got him to… I think he’s agreed to do this. Whatever the case, just everyone get into position to drop.
[Weasel chitters]
[dramatic instrumental rock music playing]
[instrumental rock music continues]
[Weasel screaming]
[yelping]
Rick Flag: Did anyone check on whether Weasel could swim?!
[Weasel continues yelping]
[gurgling and coughing]
[Savant grunting]
[John sighs]
[continues grunting]
Savant: The Weasel is dead! I repeat, the Weasel is dead.
[Waller throws up her arms in annoyance and sighs]
Emilia Harcourt: Northeast, all clear. Approach the shore. Over.
Rick Flag: Savant, hold your position.
Savant: Roger that.
[The other members of the team slowly make their way to the beach]
Savant: (under his breath) Amateurs.
[To his right, Flag, Harley, Javelin, T.D.K. and Mongal have reached the shore. He turns his head. Boomerang, Javelin and Blackguard crawl out of the sea. Flag gets into a battle stance]
Rick Flag: Waller, we’re on the beach and dry.
[Harley opens her bag, revealing a rocket launcher. She lifts it up and laughs. Durlin stares out over the beach. Everything is dark and seemingly quiet. Just as he turns his head, Blackguard climbs over the rim and onto the sand coast]
Captain Boomerang: (whispering) Blackguard! 
Blackguard: (smiling, waving his arms) Hey, guys! 
Captain Boomerang: Get down, you…
Blackguard: Hey!
Captain Boomerang: …there’s fucking soldiers everywhere!
Blackguard: You can come out now, it’s just me!
Rick Flag: (confused) What the fuck is Blackguard doin’?
Blackguard: I’m the one who contacted you!
Javelin: Is this what’s supposed to happen? What the fuck?!
Rick Flag: Blackguard, get back into your position.
Blackguard: (pointing behind him) Look, look! I brought everybody, look! They’re right behind me!
[Several searchlights are activated, revealing the soldiers who'd been awaiting the Suicide Squad's arrival. Boomerang quickly hides behind a rock, Blackguard's smile slowly fades away] 
Blackguard: Whoa. Hey. Hey, guys. Whoa. We got a deal, right? Uh… Uh…
Rick Flag: Waller, we’re made!.
Blackguard: I-I’m the one who called you...
[BANG! Blackguard's face is shot clean off. His lifeless body collapses onto the ground and the soldiers open fire]
Rick Flag: Blackguard sold us out. He contacted the fucking Corto Maltese Army! Waller, we need to retreat.
Amanda Waller: Negative, Flag. The mission is too important. This is a tough group. You can make it.
Harley Quinn: Okey-doke.
[Harley stands up, her weapon at the ready]
Rick Flag: Waller, with all due respect, we’re in the middle of a goddamn… Harley, wait!
Harley Quinn: Whoo-hoo!
[The explosion sends several soldiers flying. Savant directs his attention to Boomerang, who throws one of his boomerangs towards a couple of soldiers. As it returns to its thrower, it slices through one guy's neck and cuts another one's skull off. Harley, seeing an opening, runs through the gunfire towards another rock and hides, breathing heavily. Flag follows after her, shooting a number of soldiers down as he runs to Harley. T.D.K. jumps behind another rock. On the screens in the computer room, there seems to be an opening]
Emilia Harcourt: (over her headset) Zero-two-two-seven is wide open.
John Economos: Colonel, dispatch The Detachable Kid.
Rick Flag: T.D.K.! Two o’clock!
[His teammate slowly stands up]
Harley Quinn: T.D.K. is “The Detachable Kid”?
[With two swift clicks, T.D.K. detaches both of his arms. Savant, Harley and Flag stares in utter befuddlement at the floating arms, which drift over to a pack of soldiers, whereupon they lightly slap their arms and heads. They grunt for a bit, but clearly are only mildly annoyed by the swings. T.D.K. looks incredibly proud of himself]
Harley Quinn: What the fuck?
Rick Flag: I didn’t pick the damn team!
Mongal: Don’t worry, Flag, I got the bird.
Rick Flag: Mongal! Don’t!
[Mongal yelling]
Savant: Huh?
[shrieking]
[gasps]
[Mongal continues shrieking]
[engine whining]
Captain Boomerang: Strewth!
[Several pieces of wood fly up and stab Boomerang into his body and head. He looks up, clearly in pain, as the helicopter crashes down behind him]
Harley Quinn: Boomer!
[The mortally wounded criminal is able to smile one last smile before the rotors of the burning heli sway towards him and rip him to shreds. Several military men observe the explosion. Durlin looks around. The other members of the team succumb to the force majeur. A rocket strike blasts the rock behind Quinn and Flag apart, obscuring them. Javelin, about to throw his weapon, is gunned down and falls. Mongal tries to crawl away from the wreck of the heli, screaming as she is burning to death. T.D.K.'s arms are filled with bullet holes, while their controller screams in deep agony. Savant, clearly, knows what he needs to do... and lets out a fearful scream as he turns around and runs back into the sea, fleeing from the scene]
John Economos: Savant is off the rails.
Amanda Waller: (over the radio) Savant, turn back.
[Savant jumps onto a piece of driftwood and tries to use it to swim away from the massacre]
Amanda Waller: Savant?
[Back to the homebase]
Amanda Waller: Savant, I’m warning you, this is desertion.
[She nods towards John, who unwinds a key from his wrist. Waller steps forward as her employee uses the key to unlock a control panel]
Amanda Waller: Savant! This is your last chance. Turn back around. (over Savant's earpiece) You are in violation of your agreement!
Savant: Oh, please! No.
[She flicks a switch. The button next to it turns red, the bomb in Durlin's head is armed. Amanda sighs]
Amanda Waller: (whispering) Damn it...
[The button is pressed. Back to the sea. The explosive is activated and, after a few seconds of whirring, detonates, silencing Durlin. His arms briefly spasm as chunks of his head drip into the sea. Cut to an overhead view, Savant's blood forms a sentence: WARNER BROS. PRESENTS]
Amanda Waller: How’s Team Two holding up?
Flo Crawley: Team Two, check. Set point bravo. All troops on the south beach are engaged. Team Two is clear to go on the north beach.
Amanda Waller: (sitting down) Congratulations, Bloodsport.
[breathing heavily]
[sighs]
Bloodsport: How’d you do it, Waller? There’s no soldiers out here on patrol at all.
Amanda Waller: Let’s just say they were distracted.
[punk rock music playing]
♪ Teddy sniffing glue He was twelve years old ♪
♪ Fell from the roof On East Two-nine ♪
♪ Cathy was eleven When she pulled the plug ♪
♪ On twenty six reds ♪
♪ And a bottle of wine ♪
♪ Bobby got leukemia Fourteen years old ♪
♪ He looked like sixty-five When he died ♪
♪ He was a friend of mine ♪
♪ Those are people Who died, died ♪
♪ Those are people Who died, died ♪
♪ Those are people Who died, died ♪
♪ Those are people Who died, died ♪
♪ They were all my friends And just died ♪
♪ G-berg and Georgie Let their gimmicks go rotten ♪
♪ So they died of hepatitis In upper Manhattan ♪
♪ Sly in Vietnam Bullet in the head ♪
♪ Bobby OD’d on Drano On the night that he was wed ♪
♪ They were Two more friends of mine ♪
♪ Two more friends that died ♪
♪ Those are people Who died, died ♪
♪ Those are people Who died, died ♪
♪ Those are people Who died, died ♪
♪ Those are people Who died, died ♪
♪ They were all my friends And they died ♪
♪ Mary took a dry dive From a hotel room ♪
♪ Bobby hung himself From a cell in The Tombs ♪
[bird chirping]
♪ Eddie got slit In the jugular vein ♪
♪ And Eddie, I miss you More than all the others ♪
♪ And I salute you, brother ♪
[gulping]
♪ Those are people Who died, died ♪
[folk rock music playing]
♪ I was not ready For the road ♪
♪ I was so discontent To wear that heavy load ♪
♪ So I got down on my knees ♪
♪ I made a sucker’s prayer ♪
♪ A grim bode Of Baudelaire before ♪
♪ I wanna love somebody… ♪
[grunting]
Blackguard: Oh, jeez. Oh. Here you go, champ. 
Blackguard: Excuse me.
John Economos: Who the fuck is Bloodsport?
Amanda Waller: Robert DuBois. A world-class marksman. In his hands, anything is a deadly weapon. His father was a mercenary who trained his son to kill from the moment he was born. He’s in prison for putting Superman in the ICU with a kryptonite bullet. DuBois?
Bloodsport: Same answer as the last time. Piss off. I’m not joining your goddamn Suicide Squad.
Amanda Waller: We’ll see. You have a visitor.
[Cut to the visitor area of Belle Reve. Bloodsport sits down, in front of his daughter, Tyla, seperated by a plate of glass. He picks up the phone next to him]
Bloodsport: They said you got in trouble.
Tyla DuBois: I stole.
Bloodsport: You stole what?
Tyla DuBois: A style watch.
Bloodsport: A star latch?
Tyla DuBois: A style watch. You can watch TV on it.
Bloodsport: Why would you want to watch TV on your watch?
Tyla DuBois: I don’t know.
Bloodsport: Next time you want to nick something, you take a partner, and they can be your lookout.
Tyla DuBois: That’s your advice?
Bloodsport: Yeah.
Tyla DuBois: You’re a terrible father.
Bloodsport: Hey, I didn’t ask to be a father in the first place.
Tyla DuBois: You make that perfectly clear.
Bloodsport: Your mother sprung that one on me.
Tyla DuBois: Well, she’s not around anymore, so you can lay off of her, okay?
Bloodsport: Oh, I tried to lay off her, but then she dragged out the paternity test.
Tyla DuBois: (standing up, shouting) Fuck you!
Bloodsport: No, fuck you!
Tyla DuBois: (more outraged) Fuck you!
Bloodsport: Fuck you!
Tyla DuBois: Fuck you!
Bloodsport: Fuck you!
Tyla DuBois: Fuck you!
Bloodsport: Fuck you!
Tyla DuBois: Fuck you! I can’t believe you don’t care that I stole, only that I got caught!
Bloodsport: I don’t only care that you got caught, I care that you got caught for stealing something as stupid as a fucking TV watch!
Tyla DuBois: It does other things too!
Bloodsport: But nothing that your phone can’t fucking do! It’s embarrassing!
Tyla DuBois: No, what’s fucking embarrassing is having you as my father.
[After a few painful moments of silence, Bloodsport is able to regain his composure somewhat]
Bloodsport: Yeah, well, I told you, Tyla, when I came here that any goodness I ever had in me had been wrung out bare by my old man. And I also told you to go out there and do your own thing and stay far away from me or anyone like me, didn’t I? So, why are you here when you and I both know I have nothing good to offer you?
Tyla DuBois: Because my court date is coming up, and Miss Waller said maybe you could help me out.
[Upon hearing this, Bloodsport storms into Waller's control room]
Bloodsport: To get me to lead your shite fucking mission, you’re gonna send my fourteen-year-old daughter to prison?
Amanda Waller: No. Your daughter is sixteen, DuBois. You’re a real father of the year.
Bloodsport: Fine. You know what, Tyla needs to grow up anyway ’cause she’s a little ditzy like her fucking mother. So, a year in juvie, no fucking problem.
Amanda Waller: Not juvie. Being sixteen in the state of Louisiana means that under the right circumstances, she could be tried as an adult. And, if convicted, could be sent right here to old Belle Reve. And in here, well, you never know what might happen to a frail young thing like that. Shames me to say that we have the highest mortality rate in the entire U.S. prison system.
[That is the final straw. Bloodsport grabs a pen and raises it towards Waller's throat]
Guard: Whoa, hey, hey, hey!
Bloodsport: You’re threatening my fucking daughter?!
Amanda Waller: I’m protecting this country. Everyone stand down.
Emilia Harcourt: Miss Waller, I…
Amanda Waller: Stand down!
[Bloodsport breathing heavily]
Amanda Waller: I wouldn’t take such extreme measures…
Bloodsport: Oh, extreme? Oh, yeah, a little extreme.
Amanda Waller: …if this mission weren’t more important than you could possibly imagine.
Bloodsport: Fuck your mission.
Amanda Waller: You have the military experience necessary, and everything in your psychological profile tells me you have what it takes to be a leader.
Bloodsport: No, I’m no fucking leader!
Amanda Waller: Then I’ll make you one. Are you in or out?
[DuBois, knowing there is no other way, nods his head]
Bloodsport: Good. Let’s meet your team.
Come on.
Fuck me, man.
[guard] Let’s go.
John Economos: She was gonna kill his kid?
Amanda Waller: Each member of the team is chosen for his or her own completely unique set of abilities. This is Christopher Smith, known as Peacemaker. In his hands, anything is a deadly weapon. His father was a soldier who trained his son how to kill from the moment he was born.
Bloodsport: Are you having a laugh?
Amanda Waller: What?
Bloodsport: You just said each member of the team is chosen for their unique abilities. He does exactly what I do.
Peacemaker: But better.
Bloodsport: I always hit my targets dead center.
Peacemaker: I hit them more in the center.
Bloodsport: Well, you can’t hit something more in a center.
Peacemaker: I use smaller bullets.
Bloodsport: What?
Peacemaker: They go inside your bullet holes without even touching the side.
Amanda Waller: Next up is King Shark.
Peacemaker: Holy shit.
Bloodsport: What the fuck?
Amanda Waller: Some people claim that Nanaue is a descendant of an ancient shark god. Whatever the case, he’s strong and deadly.
Bloodsport: Does it talk?
King Shark: Book read.
Bloodsport: Wow. [chuckles]
Peacemaker: Book’s upside-down. See that? It’s pretending to read a book.
King Shark: So smart, me. Enjoy book so much.
Amanda Waller: Be a mite careful, as he’s developed a taste for human meat.
Huh?
Amanda Waller: Next, we have Cleo Cazo, Ratcatcher 2.
[inmate whistles]
[inmates cheering]
Amanda Waller: Settle down!
Kaleidoscope: Ooh.
What, we couldn’t afford Ratcatcher 1?
Amanda Waller: He’s dead. This is his daughter.
[She knocks against the doorway of Cleo's cell]
Amanda Waller: Cazo, will you be joining us?
[groans] I just woke up. I don’t function well early in the morning.
Amanda Waller: My deepest apologies for disturbing you.
Hmm, it’s all right.
Amanda Waller: Get your ass out here!
[gasps]
[sighs, moaning]
Peacemaker: Millennials...
[continues moaning]
Bloodsport: Oh, no way. That’s not coming with us.
Amanda Waller: She controls rats.
Bloodsport: I know, I caught that. It’s a disgusting superpower.
This is Sebastian. Say hello, Sebastian.
Bloodsport: I’m not shakin’ the rat’s hand.
[Sebastian whines]
Amanda Waller: And finally, we have Abner Krill.
Bloodsport: What’s that ’round his neck?
Amanda Waller: A power dampener. They call him the Polka Dot Man.
Peacemaker: (scoffs) Polka Dot Man. What’s he do, throw polka dots at people?
[Waller remains stone-faced]
Peacemaker: He does. He throws polka dots at people.
Calendar Man: Hey, Polka Dot Man, I was hoping you’d entertain my kid’s birthday party. You fucking pussy! 
[The convict laughs hysterically]
[chuckles]
These are soldiers?
Amanda Waller: We need to debrief.
[glass squeaking]
Bloodsport: (groans) Fuck.
Amanda Waller: Corto Maltese is a small island nation off the coast of South America. Over the past hundred years, the country has been ruled with an iron fist by the Herrera family. But, a week ago, this guy, General Silvio Luna, along with his right-hand man, Mayor General Mateo Suarez, took control of the Corto Maltese government in a violent military coup. The entire Herrera family were hanged in a public execution. Although the United States did not condone the excesses of the Herrera regime, they were non-antagonistic toward the U.S. Luna, however, is virulently anti-American.
Peacemaker: So, you want us to kill Luna?
Amanda Waller: No.
Amanda Waller: This is Jotunheim. A scientific experimentation facility containing something known only as Project Starfish. Our intelligence sources tell us that Starfish is extraterrestrial in origin. In the hands of the Luna regime, it is potentially cataclysmic for Americans and the world. Your mission is to infiltrate Jotunheim and destroy every trace of Project Starfish.
How are we supposed to get in?
Amanda Waller: Gaius Grieves, the Thinker, is a geneticist in charge of Project Starfish. After hours, he hangs out at a gentlemen’s club known as La Gatita Amable. Get Grieves to help you by whatever means necessary and he can get you into Jotunheim. Any questions?
What is that?
Amanda Waller: That is an overhead projector.
Do you ever use it anymore?
Amanda Waller: No, not really.
So, why don’t you just throw it away?
Amanda Waller: Peacemaker?
Peacemaker: Starfish is a slang term for a butthole. Think there’s any connection?
Amanda Waller: (beat) No.
Peacemaker: (writing it down) No…
Amanda Waller: Nanaue.
Peacemaker: …connection.
King Shark: Hand.
Amanda Waller: Yes, that is your hand, Nanaue, very good.
Bloodsport: We’re all gonna die.
I hope so.
Bloodsport: Oh, for fuck’s sake...
[dramatic music playing]
[explosion]
Bloodsport: Control, we have a disturbance south of here.
Amanda Waller (vo): It’s just a diversion, Bloodsport.
Bloodsport: All right, we cut through the jungle to get to Valle Del Mar.
Peacemaker: Don’t they have blockades at the city limits?
Bloodsport: That’s the word.
Peacemaker: How we getting in? Especially with Charlie the Tuna here.
Bloodsport: How the hell am I supposed to know?
Peacemaker: You’re the leader. You’re supposed to be decisive.
Bloodsport: And I’ve decided that you should eat a big bag of dicks, how’s that?
Peacemaker: You’re being facetious, but if this whole beach was completely covered in dicks and somebody said I had to eat every dick until the beach was clean for liberty, I would say no problemo.
Why would someone put penises all over the beach?
Peacemaker: Who knows why madmen do what they do?
Bloodsport: Well, you know what I think? I think liberty is just your excuse to do whatever you want. Whether that’s to eat a beach full of dicks or killin’ folk.
Peacemaker: Oh, yeah? At least I don’t kill men for money like you.
Bloodsport: Oh, here we go.
There’s something wrong with your skin.
It’s just a rash.
Peacemaker: That’s a rash?!
[explosions]
[screams]
[grunts]
[gunfire]
[soldier shouts indistinctly]
Harley Quinn: (whispering) Oh, no.
[whispering] You… are the only one… fit to carry... my javelin. Carry it for…
[He exhales softly. Javelin is dead. Harley briefly touches the dead man's cheek, before smacking him]
Harley Quinn: Carry it for who? For what?! What the heck? Who am I supposed to carry it for?
[soldier shouts in Spanish] Stop where you are or DIE!
Harley Quinn: This is so frustratin’! He just told me I have to carry this javelin for a reason, but he didn’t say why!
Waller? Waller. Waller!
[weapons cocking]
All right, we’ll camp here, and tomorrow we’ll go straight through to the city to get to La Gatita Amable by nightfall.
[squeaks]
[chitters]
[animals croaking nearby]
[grunting softly]
[twigs snapping]
[groans]
[Polka Dot Man pants]
[squeaking]
[grunting]
[grunts]
[sleepily] What?
[growling]
[grunting]
[growls]
Bloodsport: How deep of a sleeper are you?
I was having the most wonderful dream.
Peacemaker: If it was you about to be eaten by King Shark, then you’re psychic.
[Ratcatcher 2] I don’t believe he would do that. He has very kind eyes.
[squeaking]
King Shark: (grunts) Hungry.
You bastard!
[rats squeaking]
Peacemaker: Uh…
[King Shark grunting in fear]
Bloodsport: All right, calm down with the rats!
What?
Bloodsport: I have a thing with rats.
You have a thing with rats?
Bloodsport: Yes.
And you’re on a team with me?
Bloodsport: Not something I asked for!
[laughs]
Bloodsport: What are you laughing at me for, man? Why the fuck are you in your underwear? Tighty-whities? Really?
Peacemaker: Now, that’s just racist.
Bloodsport: No. It’s not racist. They’re tighty-whities.
[Emilia] Oh, come the fuck on. Bloodsport’s got a rat phobia.
What?
[John laughs. Amanda raises her walkie]
You didn’t tell me you had a fear of rats, DuBois?
Bloodsport: I’m an assassin! Why would I share my liabilities?
[He shrieks]
Bloodsport: [whispers] For fuck’s sake.
Aw. He’s offering you a pretty leaf to show you he means no harm.
Bloodsport: Why the fuck would I want a leaf?
[laughs]
Bloodsport: Just get the rats out of here!
Oh, fuck’s sake.
Huh. Cool.
[King Shark pants]
Peacemaker: Hey, we gonna kill Megalodouche now, or what?
[Waller] Nanaue’s the strongest member of your team. You need him to get into Jotunheim.
Bloodsport: Yeah, well, we can’t function as a team if we gotta watch our back from one of our own eatin’ our bollocks.
Nanaue, would you eat your friends?
King Shark: I no friends.
You have no friends? 
[Nanaue shakes his head]
If you did, would you eat them?
Bloodsport: Yes.
[sighs]
King Shark: No?
Then, can we be your friends?
Peacemaker: [scoffs] Come on. He’s obviously lying.
If I die ’cause I gambled on love, it will be a worthy death.
Friends.
[chuckles]
Bloodsport: You are a little idiot.
[footsteps departing]
[alarm beeps]
[coughs] Oh, my God! Oh, my God. I’m good at my job. [chuckles] I found him. Check it out. Look, right here, a mile north.
Task Force X, you have an additional mission directive. We’ve located Colonel Rick Flag. He’s been taken by the enemy.
Rick Flag?
I know, you both served on special forces in Qurac that took down Avral Kaddam. Flag was the one who initially recommended you.
Bloodsport: You had other operatives in Corto Maltese and didn’t tell us?
There was no tactical advantage, now there is. I’ve uploaded the location on your MTS. Terminate his captors with extreme prejudice. Kill anyone you see. These are dangerous people. Recover Flag before moving on to the city.
[tense music playing]
[device beeping]
That’s where they’re holding Flag.
Peacemaker: Nothing like a bloodbath to start the day.
They call you Peacemaker?
Peacemaker: I cherish peace with all my heart. I don’t care how many men, women, and children I need to kill to get it.
[whispers] I thought you were the crazy one.
I am.
Bloodsport: All right. Let’s get it.
Boss.
Gracias.
[tense music playing]
[soft footsteps pattering]
No, no, no! [screaming]
[squeaking]
[grunting]
[instrumental rock music playing]
[grunts]
[screams]
[grunts]
[grunts]
[grunts]
[tense music playing]
[men grunting]
[all grunting]
[dramatic music playing]
[woman singing in Spanish]
[grunts]
[groans]
[Peacemaker blowing]
[grunts]
[blowing]
[man whimpering]
No, no, no!
[screaming]
[grunts]
[dramatic music playing]
[exclaims in Spanish]
[electricity crackling]
[groaning]
Peacemaker: Hmm?
[grunts, groans]
Bloodsport: Non-lethal. You lose.
Peacemaker: Exploding compression bullets.
[continues groaning]
[bullet whines]
Bloodsport: No one likes a show-off.
Peacemaker: Unless what they’re showing off is dope as fuck.
Bloodsport: Fuck. That’s true.
[dramatic music continues]
[rustling]
[all scream]
Peacemaker: He does throw polka dots at people.
I’m sorry it’s so… flamboyant.
It looks cool. I think.
I don’t like to kill people, but if I pretend they’re my mom, it’s easy.
Bloodsport: T.M.I., mate.
[laughter]
[gasps]
[Spanish song playing on speaker]
DuBois?
Bloodsport: Hey, Flag.
What the hell are you doing here?
Waller told us that you were… Uh… Are you drinkin’ tea?
This is Sol Soria, she’s the leader of the freedom fighters, the resistance trying to take down the current government. They saved my life.
Oh, wow.
Why did my people not alert me of your arrival?
We didn’t see any people.
Yeah, I didn’t see anybody on the way…
There’s no one out there.
They were gone when we got here.
I turned them into my mother in my head and killed them.
[choking]
[Sebastian squeaks]
[animals calling in distance]
[The next morning. Sol Soria stares in horror at her murdered comrades. She turns towards Rick Flag]
Typical Americans. Just run in, guns blazing.
I know, this is messed up. These guys, they’re…
What’s this one do?
They’re fucking idiots, but right now our objectives align with yours.
[sighs]
If Jotunheim contains the technology our intelligence says it does, then it could be used on the people of Corto Maltese as well as Americans. That’s why we need your help to get into the city so we can stop ’em.
Is that rat waving at me?
It appears it is.
Why?
I’m gonna guess because it’s friendly.
Luna and Suarez murdered my entire family. I’d make a deal with the Devil to stop them. Your people will have our help getting to Valle Del Mar to apprehend this Gaius Grieves.
[Cut to the Herrera palace. Grieves, flanked by two armed soldiers, walks through a hallway. On the ground lies a body with his throat slit. The Thinker steps over the corpse. In a dark room, a projector is displaying a video. President Luna, General Suarez and several other generals are watching it. Grieves is led inside. Luna turns his head]
Silvio Luna: Hey. What is this?
The Thinker: (agitated) You slaughtered my staff!
They were loyal to the Herreras. Who are you loyal to, Thinker? They call you “Thinker,” yes? All that shit in your face is to make your brain good?
The Thinker: (sarcastically) Yes, makes my brain good.
Are you being sarcastic with me? (swearing in Spanish) MOTHERFUCKER!
Silvio Luna: Hey! Hey.
I shall do to you as we did to your employees.
Silvio Luna: Hey. Mateo! (speaks Spanish) Stop being a child. (in English) What is this?
The Thinker: Project Starfish. It’s been the primary focus of my experiments here for the past thirty years.
[Suarez speaking Spanish] Look at these reckless Americans… bringing the animal aboard the shuttle with no precautions.
[in English] Here. What… What is it doing here?
[Suarez] Oh! It is having little babies.
The Thinker: Not progeny... extensions of itself. They take hosts, and those hosts in turn become part of the central being. It feeds on their consciousnesses. Grows larger, more powerful.
Silvio Luna: So… [sighs] where is this Project Starfish now?
General Vera: [Speaking Spanish] The rumors of the beast are true.
Unleash the creature in the U.S., and then it will destroy them all.
Silvio Luna: No, Mateo. With such a dangerous weapon, the world will take us seriously. The “Big Leagues”, Mateo.
The Thinker: Marvelous idea, Presidente. But as I’ve noted, I’ve been working with the beast for thirty years. And there’s no one but me capable of controlling it.
Silvio Luna: Well, then… (holding out his hand) Welcome to the team.
[footsteps approach]
Silvio Luna: Si, Camila.
[Camila] Presidente. [speaking Spanish] The prisoner you wanted has been found.
[Harley] You are making a big mistake throwing me down here! I will be outta here soon enough and I will kill every last one of you, Colto Maltese-tezios. Maltese-els. Malte-multoids. Colt-a-mults? Whatever you Mario Kart-racing d-bags are called!
[Coronel] Please. Put this on.
[soft music playing]
Oh, wow. I’m a princess.
[gasping in awe]
[soft music continues]
Senorita Quinn, on behalf of the entire staff of Our Honorable General Presidente Silvio Eleuterio Luna, it’s a pleasure to serve you.
Gracias.
My mother said to count back again. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. Ha! Coronel, beat that…
[classical music playing softly]
Oh.
Silvio Luna: Forgive my appearance, Senorita Quinn. I have admired you from afar for many years now. Senorita.
Me?
Silvio Luna: You’re a hero to me, as well as to my people.
I think you might got me confused.
Silvio Luna: Harley Quinn’s fire and rebellion in the face of American oppression is something to which my entire country aspires.
Oh.
Silvio Luna: I have prepared lunch. Would you be so kind as to join me?
I’m so kind, sure.
[indie rock music playing]
♪ So if you’re lonely ♪
♪ Why’d you say You’re not lonely? ♪
♪ Oh, you’re a silly girl ♪
♪ I know I heard it so ♪
♪ It’s just like you To come and go ♪
♪ And know me… ♪
[imperceptible]
♪ No, you don’t even know me ♪
♪ You’re so sweet to try Oh, my, you caught my eye ♪
♪ A girl like you’s Just irresistible ♪
[birds chirping]
♪ And so if you’re lonely ♪
♪ Why’d you say You’re not lonely? ♪
[indie rock music continues faintly on speaker]
You want me to what?
Silvio Luna: To marry me.
You’re joshing.
Silvio Luna: Might I be frank, Harley?
You might be.
Silvio Luna: Good, listen. Since I took control, the majority love me. But some find me to be an unacceptable leader.
[laughs] What kinds of dicks would find that? Don’t they know how awesome you are? Have you shown them the birdies?
Silvio Luna: It may sound archaic to someone from your part of the world, but my people, the Corto Malteseans, they’re very old-fashioned.
Corto Malteseans, of course.
Silvio Luna: And I am a bachelor.
So they want you to get hitched?
Silvio Luna: My people say you would make the perfect wife. Because, you know, you symbolize anti-American fervor.
Oh.
Silvio Luna: But I am a romantic, Harley. I agreed to meet with you just to appease them. However, upon spending the day with you, I find myself hardly able to think straight. You are perfect in every…
You are so freaking hot!
[indie rock music resumes]
[Harley panting]
♪ So if you’re lonely ♪
♪ No, you don’t even know me ♪
♪ You’re so sweet to try ♪
♪ Oh, my, you caught my eye ♪
♪ A girl like you’s Just irresistible ♪
Harley Luna. I like the ring of that. That’s Jotunheim?
Silvio Luna: Nazis came here seeking asylum after World War II. They built Jotunheim to continue their unorthodox experiments. Until the Herrera family accepted the bounty on the Nazis’ heads and killed them all.
Wowza.
Silvio Luna: Many years ago, the rumors began of a beast. These dark rumors helped the Herrera family maintain power. They would send their political enemies and their families to the fortress, never to return. I have recently learned these were not rumors. They were murdering thousands in bizarre experiments with this creature.
Well, it must be a big relief to got it in your hands now, huh?
Silvio Luna: Absolutely. Now, it is our enemies who shall be fearful. If anyone dares to say a negative word about their new president today, their parents, their children, and anyone they ever loved will be sent to Jotunheim to feed the beast.
[As he turns around, a bullet is fired in Presidente Luna's chest. He sinks down to his knees. Harley lowers her gun]
[sighs] I’m sorry. Recently, I made a promise to myself that the next time I got a boyfriend, I’d be on the lookout for red flags. And if I saw any, I would do the healthy thing and I would murder him. And killing kids? Kind of a red flag.
[stifled groaning]
I know, I know. I know what you’re tryin’ to say. “Harley, why not just leave?” And I’d say, “Why are you screaming at me? “I’m not deaf. I’m standing right here.” And then I’d say, “When your taste in men is as bad as mine, they don’t just go away quietly. They slash your tires and they kill your dogs and tell you that the music you like ain’t real music at all.” And all the cruelty… (sighs) …tears you apart after a while. 
[Luna, at last, has stopped moving. He's dead. Harley leans forward]
You were real pretty and all, and R.I.P. to that absolutely beautiful monster between your legs, but… all in all… I think you’re more pretty like this, with all those rotten thoughts emptied from your head.
[She stares at the pistol she's holding and frowns]
I can’t believe this thing had a bullet!
[guards shouting in Spanish] HANDS UP!
[in English] Yeah, yeah, yeah. I got it.
[eerie music plays]
[wings fluttering]
[speaking Spanish] The Generals all agree the title of President falls to you, General. I doubt there will be any pushback beyond the opposition forces.
Silvio was a brother to me. But he always was a romantic. He wanted the world to take him seriously. Meanwhile, he was playing with his birds. Russia, the U.S., China — won’t take us seriously until the beast destroys them.
President Suarez, what do we do about Quinn?
I’ll wring information out of her. But I doubt she is the only soldier sent by the Americans. Go search for any Americans in town and —
[The remaineder of Suarez's order is shown onscreen: BRING ME THE HEADS OF THE SUICIDE SQUAD. Polka Dot Man falls forward into the mud that carries those letters]
[birds chirping]
[birds chirping frantically]
[flame roars]
[birds screeching]
[grunts]
[Flag] What the hell are you doin’?
[Ratcatcher 2] We’re tired, Colonel. We need a rest.
Peacemaker: Goddamn hobbyists.
We cannot stop. We need to hurry if you’re going to help my people.
Hey. We’re not here to help your people. But she’s right, we gotta keep moving.
King Shark: I carry friend?
[sighs] It’s okay, Nanaue. It’s happening to his face again.
It’s nothing, I slipped.
Peacemaker: Hey, Norman Bates, if that shit’s contagious, we need to know.
It’s not. [grunts]
Peacemaker: What is it?
It’s a… It’s an interdimensional virus.
Peacemaker: Fuck is that?
My mother was a scientist at S.T.A.R. Labs, and she was obsessed with turning me and my brothers and sisters into superheroes. She infected me. Now, if I don’t, you know, expel the dots twice a day…
Then what?
They’ll eat me alive. [chuckles dryly]
What happened to your brothers and sisters?
[Polka Dot Man] Some lived. Some… died.
And your mom, where is she now?
[foreboding music playing]
Everywhere.
[Flag] Okay. Let’s move out.
[Sol Soria] Come on, we must hurry, or we’ll be late to meet my contact.
[progressive rock music playing]
[progressive rock music continues on speaker]
♪ I heard the men Saying something ♪
♪ The captains tell They pay you well ♪
♪ And they say they need Sailing men to… ♪
[heavy breathing]
[soldier speaking Spanish] Hand me your clearance.
Okay, hold on.
Are you looking for someone?
No, I’m not, just… Give me a second…
Where are you coming from?
Well, how can I explain this? I… [clears throat] One second… Well, let’s see…
[pounding on window] Open up, now! What do you have in there? Get out of the bus! NOW!
Please let me…
[silenced gunshots]
[soldiers groaning]
King Shark: Nom, nom!
[soldier screaming]
[munching]
[knocking on window]
[yelping]
[Bloodsport] Are you Milton?
[music continues on speaker]
[crying] Si.
Milton will drive you through town and to La Gatita Amable. There are clothes in the boxes for all of you so you can blend in. That said, the walking tiburon is gonna have to stay out of sight.
King Shark: I wear disguise.
Oh, you’re going to wear a disguise?
King Shark: Si.
Peacemaker: Hey, he’s learnin’ Spanish.
And what kind of disguise?
King Shark: Fake mustache.
Oh.
Bloodsport: Yeah, fake mustache isn’t gonna cut it, mate.
There’s gonna be a lot of soldiers watching Jotunheim. If they discover us there…
Let’s pray they do not, or you will all be dead.
If they do, that’ll leave the palace vulnerable. Luna and the other generals will be left without protection.
You’re a good man, Colonel Flag.
Bloodsport: You still look exactly like yourself.
Peacemaker: That’s the worst fake mustache I’ve ever seen.
Bloodsport: And if you had fooled us, we’d have to kill you, shark-shaped bloke with a moustache creeping up on us like that.
King Shark: Fuck! (grunts) You, you.
[snickering]
[King Shark grumbling]
[chitters]
[Ratcatcher 2] Aw. He always wants to be near you. I think he senses good in you.
Bloodsport: Yeah, there’s no good in me.
Damn. Supposed to play golf with Senator Cray this weekend. I’m gonna look a fool.
[indistinct radio chatter]
Bloodsport: Waller, come in.
[radio static crackling]
Ugh.
John Economos: You missed.
Bloodsport: Waller, do you copy?
We’re losing connection.
[Spanish song playing on speaker]
[Bloodsport] Waller.
Fuck’s sake.
[Waller] Task Force X.
Bloodsport: Waller.
You there? The military must have put signal jammers around the city. Your comms are down, but we can still activate the bombs, not to mention what will happen to your daughter. So, no funny business. Do you copy, DuBois?
Bloodsport: Copy. (mouthing) Fuck you!
Hey, uh, all that stuff about his daughter, you wouldn’t really do that, right?
You don’t know half of what I would do, John.
[Spanish song continues playing on speaker]
Bloodsport: What?
Why are you so afraid of rats?
Bloodsport: [sighs] Why are you so in love with them, Ratcatcher 2? You know what I think? I think you have a serious case of daddy issues.
I have no issues with how much I loved my father. Although he was a genius… we lived homeless in the streets of Portugal ’cause of his… burdens. He built the machines I employ today…
[young Cleo] [giggling]
…and taught me the secrets of calling the rats.
[rats squeaking]
They brought us trinkets to live on. And they kept us warm at night, when we would have frozen. But eventually…
[young Cleo] Papa. Papa, wake up.
…my father’s burdens... [tearfully] became too heavy to carry.
[young Cleo] No. No, Papa.
And he was gone...
[young Cleo] Papa, wake up.
I took his machinery and came to America. That is the dream, right? But I was arrested for armed bank robbery, do you believe it? The state considered the rats a weapon. … What?
Bloodsport: You remind me of my daughter, the reason I’m here.
Why are you so afraid of rats?
Bloodsport: My old man. When I was a lad, if I didn’t finish a task right, he would dole out the punishment. And one day, he just locked me in a crate for twenty-four hours. And it was full of starvin’ rats.
As imperfect my father was… he loved me. I wish I could give that to you.
Bloodsport: (smiling) Don’t you worry, yeah? I’m gonna get you out of here alive.
I’m going to get you out of here alive.
[people laughing and chattering]
[muffled music playing]
[Milton] Senores, this is the place.
[alternative hip-hop music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
♪ Maybe I’ve been Slipping back ♪
♪ Heading south Carsick on a Tuesday ♪
♪ Missing cash, blacking out Heartless in a few ways ♪
♪ Shit for luck Elbows shredded ♪
♪ I held things steady Like too late… ♪
So, when’s this Thinker guy supposed to be here?
Supposed to be in the next few hours.
Peacemaker: Looks like we gotta find something to do to pass the time. Uh, miss? How about some, uh… What do you guys drink around here, Fernet? How about a round of Fernets for the table. Comprende?
Si.
Hey, Pissmaker, we’re on a mission.
Peacemaker: Easy, Inspector Gadget. A little drink never hurt nobody.
Except for the thousands of people killed in drunk driving accidents every year.
Come on, DuBois, this could be our last drink.
Gracias.
Just one.
You’re gonna be that guy?
I’m gonna be that guy.
Peacemaker: Hey, chica. Forgot the rat.
[chuckles]
Here’s to being alive in three hours.
I’ll be alive. You speak for yourself.
[music continues]
[all laughing]
[coughs]
[all continue laughing]
There you go, there you go.
Don’t give any more to Polka!
♪ I can’t sleep I hope I stay awake ♪
♪ ‘Cause I’ve been running Running, running all day ♪
♪ Long nights, no peace ♪
♪ I feel like Everybody’s eyes on me ♪
♪ I can’t sleep I hope I stay awake ♪
♪ Stay awake ♪
♪ ‘Cause I’ve been running Running, running all day ♪
♪ All day ♪
♪ Long nights, no peace ♪
♪ I feel like Everybody’s eyes on me ♪
♪ On me ♪
♪ I can’t sleep ♪
[music continues playing in club]
[sirens whooping]
[soldiers speaking Spanish] Search everywhere, trust no one. The Americans could be anywhere.
Let me in! Don’t be a jerk, man!
[Coronel speaking Spanish]
[woman shrieks]
[bouncer, in English] Go. Go.
[hip-hop music playing on speaker]
Bloodsport: [clears throat] That is a gun. So, smile.
[chuckles]
Bloodsport: We’re old mates who are gonna take a trip to Jotunheim.
[both laugh]
Bloodsport: Yup.
The Thinker: Even with my help, you think you can get into Jotunheim?
Bloodsport: Well, if we can’t, I’ve got a Great White out back that’s looking for some chum. Now, come on. … All right, nice and easy.
[man speaks Spanish]
Oh, fuck.
[door slams open]
[women screaming]
[speaking Spanish] My friends, don’t worry. We are searching for any Americans here tonight. We hope not to disturb your evening, but you must show us your I.D. … SOLDIERS!
YOUR PAPERS… NOW!
[woman, in English] No, no, no!
[soldier speaking Spanish]
[grunts]
[woman screams]
All right… Take him out through the back, all right. Find my coordinates in the pad and meet me in half an hour.
What?
Hey, did you hear what I said?
Yes, but…
Go.
Let’s go.
[men clamoring]
Hey, calm down. [laughs]
[guns cocking]
Bloodsport: There’s no need to disturb everyone’s night. I’m right here, I’m the one you’re looking for.
Yep, us too. We’re his American companions.
What?
[grunts] Ow!
[soldiers speaking Spanish]
[grunts]
Come on. Go.
[Ratcatcher 2] He…
[women exclaiming]
[Polka Dot Man] Oh, God.
Move it!
[women shout fearfully]
Come on!
Hey!
[squeaking]
[grunting]
The Thinker: Your equipment manipulates animal behavior, clever. I’m working on something similar with humans.
Be quiet, please.
You are perceivably panicked. I’m guessing that you are not the alphas of this battalion.
Do you want a dozen angry rodents crawling up your ass?!
(scoffs) My answer might not be what you expect.
[Polka Dot Man] Go, go!
[indie rock music playing]
♪ I do not mind The rain sometimes ♪
♪ ‘Cause that’s the only way The roses bloom… ♪
[music continues on speaker]
I’m sorry for you. But soon you will all be joining your deranged compatriot, Harley Quinn.
Is Harley alive?
[Coronel] Not for long. Mayor General Suarez can be rather harsh when extracting information.
Dim mak.
[speaks Spanish] What?
[in English] That’s the Cantonese term for it. In Japan, it’s kyoshu jitsu. In English, it’s simply the Death Touch, how to kill a man with a single blow.
Of course it’s possible to kill a man with a single blow. But it’s a matter of chance, and cannot be wielded with certainty.
That’s what they say.
They?
Amateurs.
Peacemaker: On one?
One.
[grunting]
[coughs]
Bloodsport: I don’t smoke.
[indie rock music continues on speaker]
♪ I do not mind The rain sometimes ♪
[exclaims in Spanish] My God…
[gunshot]
[grunts]
[engine accelerates]
[tires squealing]
[grunting]
[both grunt]
[rock music playing]
[grunting]
[horn blaring]
[all grunting]
[dramatic music playing]
All right. Let’s go to Jotunheim.
The Suicide Squad - Operation Jotunheim
Nope. There’s somethin’ we gotta take care of first.
What?
♪ I ain’t got nobody... Nobody cares for me, no… ♪
[screams]
[chuckles lightly]
I will ask again. How many meta-power teammates arrived with you to Corto Maltese?
Sixty-nine.
Sixty-nine?! How could you get sixty-nine troops into the…
[whispers quietly]
[Harley snorts]
[chuckles]
[groaning]
♪ I’m so sad and lonely ♪
[device crackling]
[grunts]
[pants]
♪ Won’t some sweet momma come and rescue me… ♪
[Harley grunting]
[Harley whimpers]
[speaks gibberish]
[dramatic music playing]
[tires screech]
Peacemaker: You gotta be kiddin’ me. You’re gonna risk the entire mission for a mental defective dressed as a court jester.
Bloodsport: This coming from a guy that wears a toilet seat on his head.
We don’t leave one of our own behind.
Peacemaker: You’re okay with this?
No, but I’ve been around Flag when he’s got a rag in his mouth. Best not to tug it.
Motherfucker!
Hey, wake up, wake up.
Bloodsport: All right, let’s go.
[dramatic music continues]
All right, we’ll enter through the third floor, go to the inner staircase, and then down to the cellar where they usually keep their detainees. Hopefully, Harley’s still alive.
Peacemaker: It’s not a toilet seat, it’s a beacon of freedom!
[speaking Spanish] Let me know when she is conscious again. Let’s see if removing her fingers jogs her memory.
[soft music playing]
[dramatic rock music playing]
[grunting and choking]
[bones snap]
[Harley humming]
[peppy jazz music playing]
♪ I’m just a gigolo… ♪
[exclaims]
[neck cracks]
[all grunt]
♪ Paid for every dance Selling each romance ♪
♪ Ooh… ♪
[soldiers grunting and shouting]
♪ There will come a day When youth will pass away ♪
♪ Then what will they Say about me ♪
♪ When the end comes I know they’ll say ♪
♪ “Just a gigolo,” As life goes on without me ♪
♪ I’m just a gigolo Everywhere I go… ♪
[grunts]
[all grunting]
♪ Paid for every dance Selling each romance ♪
♪ Every night There’s some heart betraying ♪
♪ And there will come a day When youth will pass away ♪
♪ Then what will They say about me ♪
♪ When the end comes I know they’ll say ♪
♪ “Just a gigolo” As life goes on without me ♪
[screams]
♪ I ain’t got nobody ♪
♪ Nobody cares for me ♪
♪ Nobody cares for me ♪
♪ I’m so sad and lonely ♪
[gurgling]
♪ Won’t some sweet momma ♪
♪ Come take a chance with me? ♪
♪ ‘Cause I ain’t so bad ♪
♪ Been lonesome All of the time ♪
♪ Even on the beat ♪
♪ Oh, on the beat… ♪
[all shout in panic]
[yelling]
[soldiers groaning]
[continues firing]
♪ I ain’t got nobody ♪
♪ Nobody Nobody cares for me… ♪
[all groaning]
♪ There’s nobody That cares for me… ♪
[gasps]
♪ There’s nobody That cares for me… ♪
[sighs]
Hola.
[speaks Spanish] Where to?
Um…
[suspenseful music playing]
[both panting]
Ratatouille, what do you got?
Third floor hallway’s clear. Abner?
There doesn’t seem to be any incoming traffic.
King Shark: Bird.
Nanaue, stay off the comm.
Peacemaker: Colonel, I got a clean shot on the only one in the office. Just give the word.
Fire on three, two…
What are you guys doing?
I… You... We’re here to save you.
You were gonna… save me?
It was a really good plan, too.
Well, I can go back inside, and you can still do it.
Bloodsport: That’s patronizing.
Yeah, no, it’s not…
Bloodsport: Uh, what’s with the javelin?
I’m waitin’ for God to tell me.
Bloodsport: Jesus Christ.
[Harley] Yeah. Or Him. Or any of them, really.
[Flag] Okay. Okay.
Bloodsport: Are you two all right, yeah?
I’m so sorry.
Bloodsport: That’s all right.
Harley Quinn.
Bloodsport: Bloodsport.
[Flag] All right, who ate all the fucking empanadas?
Bloodsport: Mine were very good.
I had the chicken.
[Flag] All right, here’s the deal. We fail the mission, you die.
Bloodsport: We find out any information you give us is false, you die.
If we find out you have personalized license plates, you die.
What? No.
If you mismatch blacks, you die.
No.
If you cough without covering your mouth…
Harley. Those last three aren’t things. Although, probably don’t need to say this, but that isn’t an open invitation for you to cough without covering your mouth.
All right, we’re gonna need you to drive the minibus, with all of us inside, past the guards at the front gate.
Once through the gate, we’ll use you to get through the retinal scanner.
The Thinker: There are security cameras everywhere.
They’re being dealt with.
We’ll neutralize the soldiers there and enter.
Once we’re inside, we separate into teams.
I am walking back and forth!
Okay. You’re gonna lead me and Ratcatcher 2 to Project Starfish.
I’m going with you ’cause I don’t trust this guy.
Bloodsport: No, no, no, you’re coming with me. Our munitions expertise are needed to place the explosives, starting at the first floor, going all the way to the top. Once we’re clear, we blow the tits off that thing, and go home.
The Thinker: This is suicide.
Well, that’s kind of our thing.
Yeah.
[indistinct radio chatter]
The Thinker: This is insane.
[alternative rock music playing on speaker]
[thunder rumbling]
[indistinct chatter]
[breathing heavily]
[alternative rock music continues on speaker]
[thunder rumbling]
♪ Hey! Must be a devil between us… ♪
[Flag] Yeah, no.
I love the rain. It’s like angels are splooging all over us.
Bloodsport: It’s good for cover.
[Harley] Yep, that too.
[alternative rock music continues]
♪ We’re chained ♪
♪ We’re chained ♪
♪ We’re chained ♪
♪ We’re chained ♪
♪ We’re chained ♪
♪ We’re chained ♪
♪ We’re chained ♪
♪ We’re chained ♪
♪ We’re chained ♪
♪ We’re chained ♪
♪ We’re chained ♪
♪ We’re chained ♪
♪ We’re chained ♪
♪ We’re chained ♪
♪ We’re chained ♪
♪ We’re chained ♪
[thunder rumbling]
[soldiers grunting]
[gunfire]
[soldiers scream]
[King Shark growling]
[breathing shakily]
[screaming]
[roaring]
The Thinker: You son of a bit…
[scanner beeping]
[dramatic rock music playing]
[soldiers clamoring]
Bloodsport: Input the emergency code. Now!
Well, go on then!
[soldiers shouting in Spanish] COME ON! COME ON!
They smashed it, it’s not working!
Bring the battering ram!
[Peacemaker, in English] Yo!
Bloodsport: Okay, Pokey. 
You get a bomb, you get a bomb...
Bloodsport: Harley and I will meet you up on the second floor.
Yeah? All right.
[beeping]
[dispatcher speaking Spanish] Attention! Attention! All security personnel in the building… We have a breach of nine individuals, including Doctor Gaius Grieves. Locate them and shoot them on sight. Move! Move!
BRING IN THE HUMVEE! BRING IT! COME ON!
AGAIN! BACK IT UP, FASTER! COME ON! COME ON!
ONE MORE TIME, SEÑOR! GO!
Peacemaker: God damn it, Nanaue. No! Quit bein’ a play baby.
King Shark: Peacemaker.
Peacemaker: It’s actually very nice.
[device beeping]
Peacemaker: Just put it against the wall. It looks nothin’ like me.
[Flag] Move. Move it.
The Thinker: This way.
[elevator bell dings]
[device beeping]
[elevator opens]
[door thuds]
[General Vera speaking indistinctly]
[door opens]
[Camila speaking Spanish] President Suarez… It’s the head of security at Jotunheim.
Si.
[soldiers clamoring]
Vamonos. Vamonos!
[elevator bell dings]
[Sebastian squeaking]
[low growling and snarling]
[Sebastian squeaking nervously]
[Cut to a row of elevator buttons. They light in sequence: -1, -2, -3... Dirty Little Secrets! The door opens, revealing Ratcatcher 2, Flag and Grieves. The colonel leads them forward. Sebastian squeaks nervously as they progress through the corridor. The sides are lined with grates, where several men, women and children are standing behind, growling, snarling and each and every one of them with a starfish over their head. Flag stares in horror at Starro's extensions, the Star-Crossed]
Good God...
The Thinker: If God existed, wouldn’t this be proof that he wasn’t good at all?
[Flag] What the hell is this?
The Thinker: I thought you were looking for Project Starfish.
Star-Crossed Man #1: You’ve brought us visitors, have you, Grieves?
Star-Crossed Woman #1: Have you come to save me from that madman?
Thirty years he’s kept me here.
Star-Crossed Man #2: Tortured me.
Star-Crossed Woman #2: Had his way with me.
[Grieves smiles and shrugs. They make their way to Grieves' laboratory. Several possessed men and women have been wired to a number of vicious implements. Cleo, clearly freaked out, steps back, towards the glass window behind her. BANG! She turns around. One of the arms of the extraterrestial starfish has smacked against the window and slowly slides down it. Both Flag and Cleo stare in amazement towards the beast]
The Thinker: I call it Starro the Conqueror! (stepping forward) That’s meant to be derisive. (to Starro) Sorry, old chum. These two are here to kill you. It’s out of my hands.
We need to help these people.
The Thinker: Impossible, dear. They’re corpses below those stars.
Who are they?
The Thinker: Ah... The fodder of powerful men through every age. Dissidents, journalists, political rivals, and their loved ones. Oh, please. Unclutch your fucking pearls, Flag. We serve the same master.
We were sent here to stop you.
The Thinker: Child, your government didn’t send you here to protect the world from alien technology. Your government sent you here to cover up their part in it.
You’re a goddamn liar.
The Thinker: American goddamn astronauts found Starro. Yankee-fucking-doodle dandies. Although the Cold War was ended, your government saw the potential in weaponizing such a powerful beast, but banish the thought of any such experiments being held on American soil. Your people have always been squeamish about the sacrifices necessary for scientific advancement. So, the United States made a secret deal with the Corto Maltese government to conduct their illegal experiments here in Jotunheim. And they hired me to oversee them. And now, because of a run-of-the-mill fucking military coup, they’re gonna destroy thirty years’ worth of efforts.
Peacemaker: Yeah! You’re the real victim here.
The hell you doing here? You’re supposed to be upstairs plantin’ explosives.
Peacemaker: I told you I didn’t trust him.
Your records are located in those computers?
Colonel, what are you doing?
I joined the military to serve my country, not to be its puppet.
What are you doing? Who are you going to show that to?
The press. Goddamn people deserve to know. I’m tired of coverin’ up their dirty little secrets. This time these sons of bitches are gonna be held account…
[gun cocks]
Peacemaker: I can’t let you do that, Colonel.
Excuse me?
Peacemaker: I’m truly sorry. Miss Waller charged me with makin’ sure those records don’t leave this building.
Of course, I shoulda known. Waller’s always got a backup.
Peacemaker: Come on, man, this isn’t personal.
Holdin’ a gun on me is pretty fucking personal.
[muffled explosion]
The Thinker: (looking up, distressed) What is that?
Peacemaker: I’m gonna need that drive, Colonel.
[muffled rumbling]
[alarm sounding]
The Thinker: Those morons set off the explosives too early. (stepping towards Flag) Hand over the drive! Let’s go, come on!
[PA announcement in Spanish]
They experimented on children.
Peacemaker: No one is sayin’ what they did was right.
They experimented on children!
Peacemaker: That information gets out, it causes an international incident! Keepin’ the peace is worth any price, including the life of a hero like yours, sir, so please… don’t make me do this.
[all gasp]
[Sebastian squeaking]
[grunts weakly]
[groaning]
[breathing laboriously]
[groans]
The Thinker: What have you people done?
[The scientist tries to crawl away, but he's too late. Several tentacles come through the broken window and wrap themselves around Thinker's neck and right arm. After a brief struggle, all Grieves can do is scream as the growling Starro drags him away. Ratcatcher 2 gets up and makes her way back to the elevator]
Sebastian, come!
[crashing nearby]
[gasping]
[sinister music playing]
[Sebastian squeaking]
The Thinker: Okay, we gotta calm down. Let’s all just… Let’s... Let's talk about this. I understand where you’re coming from. I crossed a line. 
[More tentacles circle Grieves' left arm and leg. He dangles helplessly in front of Starro's gigantic, unblinking eye]
The Thinker: Okay, I crossed a line! I realize that, but I’m ready to change. I am ready to change. And I didn’t mean to hurt YAAAAAAAH!
[But his pleas are in vain. With a nasty crunch, Starro rips Grieves' right arm and leg off and smacks the remainder of his body against another window, smooching it to pieces]
[screams]
[yelping]
[gurgling and grunting]
[pained grunting]
[pants weakly]
[both grunt]
[both grunting]
[groaning]
[dramatic music playing]
[grunts]
[grunts heavily]
[both grunting]
[both groaning and panting]
You motherfucker.
[choking]
[grunts]
[gasps]
[pounding]
[melancholy music playing]
[groans weakly]
[heartbeat slowing]
Peacemaker... What a joke...
[melancholy music continues]
Peacemaker: Cleo. Give me back the drive.
[dramatic music playing]
[breathing heavily]
[both grunt]
Peacemaker: I told you that information can’t get out. Fuck!
So, okay, okay, destroy the hard drive. Why kill me?
[Sebastian squeaking]
[breathing heavily]
Peacemaker: Because I’m thorough.
[squeaking]
Oh, my…
Peacemaker: Sorry, kid.
[crying] No, no…
[Suarez shouting orders in Spanish]
All right, troops are coming. This floor, and then nine floors left. Let’s go! Come on!
[device beeping]
[gentle music playing]
[gentle music continues]
[gentle music continues]
King Shark: New dumb friends!
[guffawing]
[continues guffawing]
[dramatic music playing]
Aw, fizzle sticks. Hold on.
[yelps]
[all groan]
[breathes rapidly]
Has anyone got eyes or ears on any more?
They killed Milton!
Milton was still with us?
Where’d you think he was?
[Bloodsport] I don’t know. I thought he stayed back with the bus. What was Milton gonna do?
He was helping us!
Who’s Milton?
What?!
I don’t remember any Milton.
Fuck! He has been with us the whole time!
Somebody named Milton has been with us the whole time?
Yes!
I don’t think so. I think I would’ve noticed if a guy named Milton’s been with us. It’s not a very common name. I don’t think I’ve ever even met Milton.
Are you messing around right now? He was a really nice guy, and he sacrificed himself to help us. And now look at him. He’s dead.
Oh, that guy! Milton, Milton. [chuckles]
So, when did this great love affair with Milton start?
I liked him from the beginning, okay? I just didn’t say anything until…
[grunts]
No!
[distorted music playing]
[all grunting]
[gasps]
[alarm sounding]
[yelping]
[Harley gasps]
[gasping]
[alarm beeping]
[gasping]
[water bubbling]
[snarling]
[grunting]
[yelling]
[both grunting]
[muffled explosion]
[Coronel shouts in Spanish] FIRE… FIRE.
[beeping]
[all grunting]
[both grunting]
[all yelping]
[grunting]
[all grunting]
[all yelping]
[yelling]
[alarms sounding]
[soldiers speaking indistinctly]
[commands in Spanish] FIRE! FIRE!
[groans]
[Bloodsport] Harley! Give us a hand!
[shouts in Spanish]
[grunting]
Hey!
[both grunting]
[pants]
[soldier] Vamos. Vamos.
[King Shark breathing heavily]
[growling lowly]
[panicked chatter]
[roars]
[all yelling in fear]
[breathing heavily]
[building crumbles]
[gasps]
[shouting in Spanish] Get us out of here, now! HURRY!
[whimpering]
Oh!
[grunts]
[grunting]
[all yell]
[grunts]
[grunts]
[panting]
[yelps]
[yelling]
[grunts, groans]
[grunting]
[soldiers grunting]
[tires screeching]
Oh, fuck, fuck. Oh, fuck off! Oh.
[gasps]
[screams]
[pants]
[grunting]
Peacemaker: Sorry, kid.
[crying] No, no, no.
[dramatic music playing]
[panting]
[sobbing]
[breathes heavily]
[grunts]
[gags]
Peacemaker: How? [coughs]
Smaller bullets.
[stifled gasping]
[tearfully] He killed Colonel Flag. He wanted to share this with the press. It’s proof the American government was behind Project Starfish the whole time.
[Ratcatcher 2 sobbing softly]
[tense music playing]
[distant chattering]
[soldiers shout in Spanish]
[Polka Dot Man] Whoa. Whoa.
[muffled thudding]
I think it’s trying to get out.
What?
Starro the…
[all gasp]
[dramatic music playing]
[grunts]
Whoa.
Suicide Squad vs Starro the Conqueror
[roaring]
[man speaks Spanish] What in the actual fuck?
[shouts in Spanish] FIRE! FIRE!
[high-pitched roaring]
[creatures chittering]
[chittering]
[grunts]
[soldiers grunting]
[Ratcatcher 2] Cover your faces!
[all grunting]
[roaring]
[melancholy music playing]
[soldiers continue grunting]
[grunts]
Si... Si.
[General Vera speaks Spanish] Suarez is dead. That means I am President…
[groans]
Generals. We the people of Corto Maltese are taking charge of the government. Stand down.
[swears in Spanish] Bitch!
[all screaming]
[breathes heavily]
Whoa.
What the fuck is that?
[Harley] Uh… Hey, guys?
[whimpers]
Oh, shit, there’s…
[tense music playing]
[person grunts]
Star-Crossed Suarez: This city is mine.
[growling]
[roaring]
[all moaning]
[electrical whining and buzzing]
Uh, Miss Waller, I think the feed is back up.
[roaring on speaker]
Oh, my God, Miss Waller! We’ve got a freaking kaiju up in this shit!
[indistinct shouting]
[dramatic rock music playing]
[man screams]
[Waller over radio] Task force X, come in. Are you there?
Bloodsport: Uh-huh.
Whatever signal jammers were blocking our communications must have been in the building you just demolished.
Bloodsport: Yeah, well, we’ve got a mite issue over here, Waller.
It’s Project Starfish, Miss Waller. It’s headed towards the city, and I think it wants to feed on as many people as it can.
[people screaming]
[Waller] Not our problem. If you’ve destroyed Jotunheim and the records within, you’ve achieved the objective. Corto Maltese is no longer a U.S. ally. If anything, the White House will consider fomenting disruption in a hostile nation a positive development.
[people screaming]
[creatures chittering]
[all grunting]
[tires screeching]
Bloodsport: You heard what she said.
[people continue screaming in distance]
Bloodsport: Fuck.
[dramatic music plays]
[alarm wails]
Bloodsport is off mission.
What the…
She’ll kill you, you know.
Bloodsport: That’s her business.
I knew Sebastian sensed good in you for a reason.
Bloodsport: Just keep that fucking rat away from me.
Ratcatcher is also off mission.
Bloodsport, Ratcatcher, turn around.
King Shark: Where go, friends?
[Waller] Nanaue!
I know what I’m carrying the javelin for.
[alarms wailing]
Krill, turn around now! Turn back now, God damn it!
Open it.
Miss Waller…
Open it!
What are you doing, Task Force X?
[inspirational music playing]
Fuck!
[device beeping]
Turn around now, God damn it! You dumb pieces of shit! Motherfuckers!
[chuckles]
God damn it, Task Force X, this is your last motherfucking warning!
[Just as Waller is about to press Bloodsport's button, a loud THWACK is heard. John squeals as Waller falls to the ground. Behind her stands Flo Crawley, breathing heavily and holding Waller's golf club]
[grunts]
[John squeals]
Oh, my God! What the fuck did you do?!
All those people, John. Little kids.
[Dale gasping]
Task Force X, the creature is headed to Calle Principal. Avoid Avenida Medrano. There is a swarm of infected.
[John] Jesus. So, your clearest path is Calle Aguero.
Get on the satellite, Dale, you fucking dickhead!
Dale: Yes, ma’am.
[panicked shouting]
[instrumental rock music playing]
[people screaming]
[grunting]
[grunts]
[pants]
[roaring]
Huh?
Bloodsport: Harley, take the high ground!
[instrumental rock music continues]
[Harley grunts]
Bloodsport: Nanaue! Monster is nom nom!
King Shark: Monster nom nom?
Bloodsport: Yes!
[growling]
[pained roaring]
Bloodsport: Abner! Do you see who that is?!
[breathing rapidly] Huh?
Bloodsport: It’s your mom!
[yelling]
[pained roaring]
[all yelling in pain]
I’m a superhero! I’m a motherfucking super…
[high-pitched roaring]
[yelping]
[panting]
[stirring rock music playing]
[grunting]
God!
[slow, somber music playing]
No! No!
[grunts]
Oh, no…
Star-Crossed Woman #3: This... city... is... mine!
This city isn’t yours. (raising her torch) This city isn’t ours. This city is theirs.
[inspirational rock music playing]
Bloodsport: Oh, hell.
[rats squeaking]
[Bloodsport whimpering]
[groaning]
[inspirational rock music continues]
[high-pitched roaring]
[grunting]
[squeaking]
[roaring]
[sobs]
Young Cleo: Why rats, Papa?
Ratcatcher 1: Rats are the lowliest and most despised of all creatures, my love. If they have purpose, so do we all.
[inspirational rock music continues]
[continues sobbing]
[growling]
[inspirational rock music playing]
[gasping rapidly]
[roaring weakly]
Star-Crossed Suarez: I was happy... floating... staring at the stars...
[rats squeaking]
[gasping]
[reporter on tv] A group of escaped convicts saved a city of millions on the small island nation of Corto Maltese today.
Tyla DuBois: That’s my dad...
[Sol Soria] Because of these people, Corto Maltese will have free democratic elections for the first time in ninety years.
[fighters chanting] Viva Corto Maltese! Viva Corto Maltese! Viva Corto Maltese! Viva…
Tyla DuBois: That’s my dad.
…Corto Maltese! Viva…
[pensive music playing]
[sobs softly]
Bloodsport: Yeah. Yeah.
[A furious Waller, sitting in front of her laptop with an ice pack against the side of her head, stares at the video evidence retrieved from Jotunheim]
Bloodsport: Oh, that’s just a taste of what’s on that drive. I’ve uploaded it all to a secure server. 
[Cut back to the ruins of Corto Maltese]
Bloodsport: Now, if you kill any one of us, or my daughter ever sees the inside of a prison, it goes public. If we all go free, it never has to see the light of day.
I told you I’d make you a leader, DuBois. You got a deal.
[After hearing this, DuBois pulls out his earpiece and throws it away. Waller, meanwhile, turns towards John and Emilia, sitting behind the computers in awkward silence. Ratcatcher 2 looks up. King Shark, injured but alive, slowly walks over to his teammates, grunting with every step. Cleo smiles]
(standing up, running) Nanaue!
[panting]
[soft music playing]
Bloodsport: Look, I know Flag wanted to give the drive to the press, but we just saved a whole bloody city. We can’t have it all. 
Flag was my friend.
Bloodsport: Mine too. And I haven’t got many of those.
I could be your friend, Milton.
Bloodsport: Not my name.
What? What are you talkin’ about? We just had a conversation for, like, three hours about how your name is Milton.
Bloodsport: Didn’t.
[scoffs] Yes, we did.
Bloodsport: No. Our ride’s here.
Hmm.
[helicopter whirring]
King Shark: Nom nom?
Bloodsport: Really? That is what you’re thinkin’ about right now?
King Shark: No. That nom nom though.
[Ratcatcher 2] No, it’s not nom nom.
Bloodsport: No!
[indie rock music playing]
♪ I don’t care About a fancy car ♪
[sighs]
♪ Unless it’s taking Me to you ♪
♪ And I don’t care About how far you are ♪
♪ You know I’ll always Come through for you ♪
[sighs]
♪ I don’t wanna miss Another birthday party ♪
♪ Or any day in between ♪
♪ I picture us holding hands When we’re older ♪
♪ Though it’s probably Just a dream ♪
♪ ‘Cause life is so busted ♪
♪ Life is so busted ♪
♪ My car is so busted ♪
♪ Life, I’m so busted ♪
♪ And I just wanted To be loved by you ♪
[Sebastian squeaking softly]
♪ I just wanted To be loved by you, by you ♪
♪ I just wanted To be loved by you ♪
[retching]
[grunting]
[retching]
[grunting]
[chittering]
[rap rock music playing]
♪ There’s smoke In the sky again ♪
♪ So I’m getting high again ♪
♪ Take another hit To the diaphragm ♪
♪ I never drew the diagram ♪
♪ How to deal with this shit ♪
♪ So I steal And lie again, whoa ♪
♪ You’re my dream You’re my nightmare ♪
♪ Life is a bitch She don’t fight fair ♪
♪ Leave you right there ♪
♪ I was hoping That you’d notice my despair ♪
♪ Run away from the pain I don’t care ’cause ♪
♪ First they incite The violence ♪
♪ Turn around and then They invite the silence ♪
♪ Burn it down and I think I need some guidance ♪
♪ The kids Don’t stand a chance ♪
♪ No, the kids Don’t stand a chance ♪
♪ Old man trouble back again ♪
♪ Fucking up my plans, like ♪
♪ Oh, no! Oh, no! ♪
♪ I’m back to the black again ♪
♪ Getting fucked up again ♪
♪ Oh, no! Oh, no! ♪
♪ Old man trouble back again ♪
♪ Thought I had The upper hand ♪
♪ Oh, no! Oh, no! ♪
♪ I’m back to the black again ♪
♪ Getting fucked up again ♪
♪ Oh, no! Oh, no! ♪
♪ Now I drink, smoke ♪
♪ Whatever you selling I’m a sick joke ♪
♪ My president’s a felon And I can’t cope ♪
♪ I’m in love with the pain ♪
♪ So I stick Poke with my kinfolk ♪
♪ Gimme drink, smoke ♪
♪ Whatever you selling I’m a sick joke ♪
♪ My president’s a felon And I can’t cope ♪
♪ I’m in love with the pain ♪
♪ We taking on the system ‘Cause it broke, whoo! ♪
♪ Oh, no! ♪
♪ Old man trouble back again ♪
♪ Fucking up my plans, like ♪
♪ Oh, no! Oh, no! ♪
♪ I’m back to the black again ♪
♪ Getting fucked up again ♪
♪ Oh, no! Oh, no! ♪
♪ Old man trouble back again ♪
♪ Thought I had The upper hand ♪
♪ Oh, no! Oh, no! ♪
♪ I’m back to the black again ♪
♪ Getting fucked up again ♪
♪ Oh, no! Oh, no! ♪
[instrumental rock music playing]
[gentle music playing]
[inspirational rock music playing]
Dr. Alandy: Said they found him in the rubble. They were shocked his heart was still beating. I wasn’t certain how safe it was, shipping him back here. But, if anything, he’s shown he’s resilient. It’ll take some surgery, but eventually we’ll get him back up to speed.
[The three of them look through the window in the door and see Peacemaker, hospitalized but alive, lying in a bed and hooked up to a number of I.V's]
John Economos: You realize this is revenge, right? Waller knows we double-crossed her, and she’s getting back at us by saddling us with this douchebag.
Emilia Harcourt: Yep.
Dr. Alandy: I heard he was sort of a hero down in Corto Maltese.
John Economos: (sarcastic) Oh, is that what you heard? Because not quite.
Dr. Alandy: What do you guys want him for?
Emilia Harcourt: Just to save the fucking world, that’s all.
[Cut to black. Closing logos, the movie has ended]
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