For a hundred years,
one company has worked with unparalleled vision
toward the continued safety of our great nation:
Ammotech.
First, we changed the game with the chain-fed machine gun,
as well as Claymore landmines.
Next we taught those Krauts
about another great American pastime:
the barbecue.
Ammotech.
The world's leading innovator
of weapons of mass protection.
Clarence! Hey, listen, I'm super late
and can't find my gate pass anywhere.
I was hoping you could just do me a favor and...
- I gotta have that pass. - Yeah. Of course.
Gate pass. Gate pass. Gate pass.
Yeah, I got it. I got it. Uh...
The thing is, Clarence, I'm a little disorganized this morning.
I see, and - and it's heartbreaking.
I got you a card on your birthday, remember?
It had a cupcake running away from a shitload of candles.
Look, no pass, no entry. At least without TW-100 clearance form.
Dude, don't make me fill out that one giant form...
No access to the premises without valid ID.
- Prohibited. - Thanks, Clarence.
Next birthday, no card.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Oh. Hey. Brimble. Accounting.
- Accounting. - Yeah. I know.
Okay. Thanks, Tony.
Wait, wait. Wait, wait. Wait, wait.
Door is open.
- Dezzy Des. - Sammy Sam.
Once again fighting a losing battle with Mondays.
Once again busting my balls.
Well, somebody has to do it. You haven't been on time for anything since...
- ...ever - Not true.
2012. NYU. Totally on time for your graduation ceremony.
After you went out the night before and got so drunk
that you puked during my speech.
Don't take that as a criticism. It was a brilliant speech.
Ever think that maybe my problem here
is that I'm just not being properly incentivized?
Of course you are. You get to hang out with me every day.
Give me your hand. Give me your hand.
So you can at least try to be on time.
Uh, thanks.
My gift to you.
Helen, I'll need to remain undisturbed
throughout my meetings today.
Also, excellently tidy workspace.
Love the lipstick.
I'll take my green juice in five minutes.
- Hello? - Good morning, Desmond.
Step into my office, please.
Sure thing, Mr. Nusbaum.
Helen, hi. No, no, no. Please don't get up.
Don't get up. Don't get... Oh.
Really, I could get the door myself if...
You know, it's really not the assistant's job to do that.
Anymore.
That's very kind of you, and thank you.
Thanks for walking me. That was great. Thank you.
- Morning. - You're late.
Uh, yeah. I ran into some trouble at the guard gate and...
Yes, I've noticed that tardiness is
a recurring motif in your life,
- but actually I don't care. - Hmm.
I've called you in here regarding the merger.
- Merger? - Yes.
Merger, as in to merge,
connect, conjoin, couple or harness.
Who are we mergering with?
- Altria. - The cluster bomb guys.
No, that would be Benevolencia.
Altria makes the VX gas,
weaponized anthrax, and of course...
the all-terrain jet ski.
Boy, they've had a great year.
We might get a leg up on them if we develop
an all-terrain jet ski that shoots weaponized anthrax.
Possible. I'll email Development.
By the by, R and D has been banging down my door
regarding the Clayton report.
Now, what is the ETA on that exactly?
On its way.
Excellent. Well, whichever of those is your best foot,
I suggest you put it forward, Desmond,
because I can assure you that not all of us
are going to be here at the end of the week.
Goodbye.
Desmond.
Psst.
Desmond.
You get fired or what?
Not as far as I know.
I got a cousin at Altria.
They already laid off half of their accounting staff.
You know what that means. Half of us are going, too.
It's already started.
Meg's desk is empty. Heard she got axed last night.
Worst part. Her severance package:
an Ammotech T-shirt.
A fucking T-shirt?
My Uncle Usef warned me about this.
He said America is nothing but downsizing, heart disease,
and billboards that give you an unnatural desire for white women.
- Why did I not listen? - Why did I not listen?
- I keep saying that to myself. - I was told not to work here.
Guys. Hey!
Relax, okay.
We don't know for sure,
so let's just assume everything's gonna be fine,
and hey, if it does happen, you know what they say:
When one door opens, another door closes.
What?
I got that backwards. When one door...
See you, bitches.
Hey, Lentworth.
No offense, but... but you're really fucking old,
and nobody really knows what you do here anyway,
so if anyone's gonna go, it's gonna be you
or Johnny Jihadi over here.
Marcus, the racist, moronic statements you're making
are no match for the wall of serenity
I've created around myself.
You know what I really miss, Mohammed?
Wearing my shoes at the airport.
One, uh, my name is Mourad, okay.
And two, I grew up in Jakarta,
which is a long way from the Middle East,
- and three, for the billionth... - You're a pacifist,
one who just happens to work at a weapons company.
- Come on. - I have student loans.
Yeah, whatever. If the ax is gonna fall,
it's gonna fall on one of you bitches.
Now, me, I'm co-deputy regional manager.
I'll probably be promoted.
Well, it helps that you're Mr. Gantt's nephew,
That's true. So who's it gonna be?
Well, I...
I can't get fired. I got a... I got a mortgage,
alimony, two kids in college.
Viagra's a fortune. Oh, God.
I'm so screwed.
I am so screwed.
See, what you need to do is you just grab a key
and you stab someone's ass to death with it.
That's the only way you're gonna keep a job.
Make a choice.
Lentworth.
- Step into my office, please. - Ooh, too late.
I think my old boss is still at Fishsticks.
- I can still make fish. - Good luck.
Dr. Frohm. Line 1.
Hey, Mr. Corn to Sean Penis.
- Hello? - It's Dr. Frohm.
Get your ass down to R and D right now.
How to survive a day at Ammotech.
One. Always have a clipboard in hand.
The busier you look, the more invisible you become.
- Hey, Des, uh... - Step two.
If you get cornered, know the lingo.
Desmond!
We got a problem with our purchase orders over in R and D.
I can totally get you those CPCs. Just draft an RFP
and we can reconvene AEOD for some THC. Cool?
Sure.
THC?
All right, let's start pissing brain juice.
Sloganball time. Maxwell.
The M26 Mega-Taser.
50,000 volts of stopping power.
Nice slogan. Sloganize me, Bertrand.
Uh, M26. It will zap until you crap.
- Yeah. - Hear! Hear!
Three. When others try to pull you in,
do not give them anything useful
or they'll expect it every time.
Desmond!
Sloganize me.
Uh, sure.
The M26 Mega-Taser.
A lot more gentle than a Glock.
- I don't... - Yes.
- It's kinda medium. - Good try, man.
Not the best idea I've ever heard, but okay.
Go back to the mailroom, you loser.
- It's a bad idea. - Unless you want me to hire this moron,
start coming up with real ideas.
Four.
Remember, the higher the office,
the bigger the douchebag.
Take the sales dudes for example.
The V-22 will turn that target into toothpaste.
Very good choice, my friend. See you soon.
Boom! I just fucked that clown in the ass.
What's up, Hofnagle? Let me show you how I just did that.
USA! USA!
America! Woo!
This is what winning feels like.
At Ammotech,
we make weapons of mass protection.
Five. When processing orders,
remember, you are the one in power.
Does it really take this long
to get an order processed by you, Desmond?
It's been over a month, and I still don't have
that boron silicate hydroxide I want.
When did we, uh, get the robot?
Robots don't have people in them.
This is an XL-9 Patrol Suit.
One of six fully operational models.
First-ever green tech.
Runs solely on organic material.
So when people think Ammotech, they'll think,
"Friend to the environment."
Oh, I don't care about the environment.
What I do care about is that if we're up in the Afghan hills
and this thing runs out of gas, I can just grab an armadillo,
throw it in the back, and continue to rain hell down on the hajjis.
Actually, armadillos are only found in Central and North America.
I did a paper on them in high school.
And did you know they can hold their breath for up to six minutes?
I give zero fucks about what you're saying right now.
I want those purchase orders double-timed.
Do you understand me?
They're vital to a product that we are working on.
Got it?
Great. Thanks, bud.
Oh, um, I wouldn't stand there if I were you.
Why?
Oh, shit.
What?
I didn't have an official number for this,
but I just thought of it and it's pretty important,
so let's call it 5B.
If someone's a dick, you have the option
of making their life hell
with your hidden accounting superpower:
Losing the paperwork.
- I said it's not ready. - Look,
you're not in charge and it's not your job.
Do you understand?
What are you looking at, fucknuts?
Get that order in.
Sure thing, Doc.
Six.
To minimize job stress,
practice your breathing techniques.
Anyway... they shot a pig with the mech suit
and now I'm, like...
wearing some of it.
I thought that was a design on your shirt.
I'm okay.
To being newly...
...unemployed.
Yeah!
Fuck this place, man.
My God, this guy.
This bring us to our final entry,
number seven.
Work on your own shit at work.
Every one of us could get shitcanned tomorrow,
so spend a little time working on your fallback plan.
William Faulkner wrote one of his books
using a wheelbarrow as a desk
while working on some graveyard shift.
Me, I've been designing a video game app.
Basically a continuous runner
where a guy who is stoned, and remains stoned,
is looking for munchies, and if he reaches the end,
him and his girlfriend...
You know what?
I shouldn't be pitching it right now.
It's still in the design stage.
Accounting. Hope you're having a blessed day. How may I help you?
This is Adam Nusbaum speaking.
I've just now noticed the sign on my door reads
A. Nusbaum.
Why did no one bring this to my attention?
Desmond, I assure you this would be a lot funnier
if your voice even remotely resembled Mr. Nusbaum's.
I think you're working way too hard.
Take a moment and kick back.
- Jesus. - I'm hungry.
Are you hungry? We should order pizza.
I'd very much like to do my work.
We'll split one. In honor of this shitty day, I'll buy.
Okay, you can't do that.
Employees can no longer make outgoing calls.
- Do you ever read any e-mails? - What?
- Call center. How can I help you? - Hi.
Why do you exist?
Excuse me?
Why do I have to go through you to call out somewhere?
Due to the number of personal calls made on company time,
we've been put in as a cost-cutting measure.
Oh. In order to cut costs,
they created a brand-new department?
Yes.
- Can I order a pizza? - No.
Have a nice day.
- This is an outrage. - Will you stop, okay.
Seriously. Listen, I know you don't care
if you lose this job, but I do.
Okay? If you hate this place so much, just quit.
Let someone else who wants a job keep theirs.
I don't want to lose my job.
This is the best job in the world.
Look, I get all the free coffee I can consume,
full health and dental, and I get to work on my game.
- Oh, Stoner Snatch? - That was the working title,
but it's now Bake... and Take.
You've been working on it for three years.
And it shows, brother. It shows.
I mean, the detail, Mo. I mean, seriously...
Oh, I think you stay for a different reason.
- Wendy? - No.
"Dezzy Des. Sammy Sam."
Samantha?
Please.
Dude, we grew up together. She's my homie.
And besides, we have a deal.
Oh, what's the deal?
I'm bad with relationships,
so why risk ruining a good friendship?
Okay, but don't you want sex?
I have sex.
How? You're not in a relationship.
I have sex with women I'm not in a relationship with.
God, I wish I had your face.
- What? - Nothing.
Never mind. Go... fix your hair.
Would everyone please report
to the 4:00 p.m. motivational seminar?
- Thank you. - Get up.
I heard your department was a slaughterhouse today?
Don't worry. I dodged the meat grinder.
Desmond Brimble shall live to mail it in another day.
Okay, can you just listen like an adult for ten seconds?
Okay.
I know you'd rather be playing Mario Kart,
but if you get fired, that makes me look bad.
So do me a favor, okay.
No more fucking up.
You got it. No more fuck-up-ery.
I'm setting an alarm as a little reminder
to come by my office tomorrow
and tell me how impressed Nusbaum is with your report!
Count on it.
Ladies and gentlemen...
- it is my great honor... - Love you, Des.
...to introduce Ammotech CEO
Franklin Gantt.
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.
I know many of you are asking yourselves...
Why are we having a motivational seminar
when we're laying off 40 percent of our workforce?
...the best defense manufacturer on the planet,
and I say to you, you are...
- I gotta go. - Where are you going?
I have a report to finish. Start, actually.
Don't leave us here with these people, man. Fuck.
...our history of great products.
And now, onto our newest product,
Zolt, it will awaken the warrior within.
But first things first. Who's thirsty?
Hey, go, go, go, go!
Oh, Sam!
Sam!
Des, what up?
Whoa, you're off early. What, did you finally quit, hmm?
No. Actually, I recommitted myself to it.
Yeah, right.
Well, someone's gotta pay the rent around here.
I told you, I will pay rent
once my lawsuit check comes in.
Those fucks at the Make-A-Wish Foundation
cannot hide from me.
Always fighting the good fight, Fred.
Hey, come play Mario Kart with us.
Dude, I'm telling you, I got a report due in the morning,
I've been putting it off all week, I gotta focus.
Get your ass up and quit being a pussy.
- Let's go. - Yeah, you're being a pussy.
Pussies are tough, Freddy.
They can take a pummeling and spit out
an entirely new human being.
- Never thought of it like that. - That's weird.
We'll see you outside, huh?
Nope. Not gonna happen.
Come on. Let's go out back.
Battle mode!
Hang on, bud.
Pussy! Pussy!
Tell me this is not the greatest Tuesday ever!
It's Monday. What the fuck?
Who gives a shit, bitch?
Move your fucking ass, Luigi!
Losing is not an option!
- Oh, shit! - You son of a bitch!
No.
No, no, no, no, no, no. No. No. No.
No. No! Fuck!
Pass...
Gate pass, gate pass, gate pass, gate pass.
Brimble. Accounting.
Thanks, Tony.
- Hello? - Brimble. My office.
- Now. - Sure thing, Mr. Nusbaum.
What is that stuff? I saw them making it down in R and D.
I heard a report on the news today, Desmond,
about villagers in Africa who are so poor
that they have resorted to eating pancakes
made of fried dirt.
Have you heard about this?
I missed that one.
Dirt, Desmond,
fried... dirt, and it got me thinking.
Do you know who has a lot of dirt?
We do.
We could make our own pancakes out of fried dirt,
export them to these poor, poor people
for pennies on the dollar...
...and get a great contract with the Red Cross.
Whoa!
- That's... - Was Jerry Solomon.
Decent supervisor, but unfortunately,
his weight indicated a certain lack
of impulse control.
Did you know that type II diabetes
is one of the biggest drains on corporate healthcare?
Also, his spelling was atrocious.
- Uh... - Errors everywhere.
He had to go.
- Uh, I... I should... - Let me read your report.
I think I need a little more time.
Paragraph three. You make very creative use
of the word...
"whom."
"Whom?"
As in the objective in relation
to the subjective pronoun "who."
Right, i.e., "With whom are you going to the movies?"
- E.g.! - What?
E.g., Brimble, not i.e.
I.e. means id est, which is Latin for "in other words."
E.g. means exempli gratia,
which is Latin for "for example."
Why is this so hard to understand?
This is not f-f-f-f...
...fucking string theory!
I get it. I get it. Reread it.
It says, "With whom does our company compete?"
That's correct, yeah?
My mistake.
- Thank you. - Except...
you did spell my name incorrectly.
- What? N-U-S-B... What? - So, Desmond.
I can't have... What the fuck are you talking about?
I'm afraid that we're going to have to let you go.
No, no, no, no!
Desmond, don't be too sad.
We do have a killer severance package.
Oh, shit! Oh!
What the fuck?
Carter.
You have any idea what the hell's going on?
- We gotta get out of here. - Go away.
I'm working!
Okay. I'm gone.
Just keep pounding away and I'll...
- I didn't have that saved. - Oh.
That's terrible, man.
Maybe we could, um, check autosave?
Might be a backup somewhere?
Forget it. I'll retype it for you.
No, no, no, no! Don't!
Are you okay? Oh, shit.
Carter, wait!
Ammotech. How may I direct your call?
Help me. They're trying to kill me.
Put me through to 911.
Where are you calling from, sir?
I'm in a safe place.
- Now put me through to the cops. - One moment, sir.
Just let me check with my supervisor.
No, no, no. You don't understand.
I'm stuck on the fourth floor with a bunch of psychos.
They got a hold of this green shit that was not really...
Sir, company policy prohibits
any outside calls without appropriate clearance.
You don't need to check with anyone. Just fucking do it.
Sir, company policy prohibits abusive language.
If you'll consult the employee manuals, it's all right there.
Okay, I'm sorry. Please, just do whatever it is you need to do,
- then put me through to the cops. - Sir, company policy...
Shut the fuck up!
We need catchphrases! Hit me!
Hit me!
Zolt. You'll like it,
or I'll rip out your fucking spine!
Beautiful. Give it to me.
Zolt! You will like it,
or I will barbecue your children
while sodomizing the family dog!
I like it!
Decapitation's the way to go, guys.
Lucky bastard probably didn't even feel a thing.
Desmond!
Sloganize me.
Sloganize. Sloganize.
Sloganize.
Zolt. It's green...
uh...
and strong?
Strong.
Uh, now with taurine.
That is kind of okay. It's a little okay.
It's a little fucking stupid, but okay.
That's good.
Next!
Oh, shit. Sam.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Thank God you're all right.
Wow. What got into you last night?
Come on. We have to leave. This place is full of lunatics.
- Are you high? - No.
- Okay.
Whatever it is, clearly nothing I said
got through to you yesterday.
Okay. Listen. I get you want to save this place,
but this place is beyond fucking saving.
Now come on. Let's go.
- Let go! - Whoa!
Des, are you okay?
How many of those have you had?
This?
Um... like half.
Wait, wait. Wait.
I just wanted to, uh, taste it.
Okay. Well, get your own. They're all over the building.
Now, I have a lot of work to do, and I'm really behind, so...
You spilled my Zolt.
Whoa. That was like falling asleep behind the wheel.
What are you doing on the floor?
Uh, I'll explain once we get the fuck out of here.
You broke my picture!
Shit!
I'm gonna fuck you
like the best man at my sister's wedding!
Whose wedding? Jenny's?
- Oh, my God! - Dezzy Des.
- I know you want this. - Um, Sam...
I've seen the way you look at me.
You're not wrong. Busted.
But maybe not right now.
Shut up and take it, slut!
Oh, God! No...
You're psycho!
You're crazy. Get off me.
Oh, my God!
Sam?
Samantha?
Okay, I'm really sorry
about all this stuff that just went down,
but I swear, I'm gonna get you out of here, okay.
Des.
Plan B.
What the hell's going on?
I'm getting us the hell out of here.
- That's what's going on. - On a furniture dolly?
Here's a pink pillow.
Desmond.
Get me off of here right now.
I can't. You'll attack me.
Or sexually harass me, or both,
which sends a really mixed message.
Sexually har... I did not sexually harass you.
I'm not... I am completely in control of myself.
And this is a very impractical solution, by the way.
Desmond. Hey! Look at me.
Look at me.
I'm fine.
I'm gonna slice off your nipples and put them on a pizza!
Pepperoni!
Listen to me. This is just wrong.
- I don't even feel remotely safe like this. - Oh, shit.
Hello?
Are you listening to me?
Look what you made me do!
Look what Zolt made me do!
That's what we're gonna be singing.
Sing to me now! Come on!
And sloganize!
Attention, Ammotech employees!
As some of you may have noticed,
our company is undergoing a regime change.
Jesus, he's putting a whole fucking mob together.
My butt itches!
Please, be quiet. Okay?
What was that noise?
Stop!
Mo?
Have you had any Zolt?
It's Ramadan.
Rama...
It's Ramadan.
I'm fasting, idiot.
Oh. Right. Shiva and all that stuff.
Shiva is the god of death. That's Hinduism.
- Where did you go to school? - Shh!
Come on.
Now, there's only room for one man to be in charge,
so I'm going to need you and your people
to get on board with me.
You want us to get on board with you?
Yeah, that's not gonna happen.
I'm detecting a little hostility there, Bobby.
And we both know that's not very conducive
to a creative team atmosphere, now is it?
- My lips are chapped! - Shh!
Shut her up.
What the hell is wrong with her?
She drank a half a can of Zolt...
...and now whenever something even mildly irritates her,
she gets a little...
...prickly.
Prickly? You call that prickly?
Look, if she's had any of that stuff,
she's a zombie mutant psycho like the rest of them.
And we need to...
You... You need to...
What?
...slice her throat open.
Or, you know, stab her in the stomach or something.
Listen, anyone who lays a finger on her is... Oh!
Shh!
Stab her. Stab her.
- Are you crazy? - Shh!
Let me ask you a question.
What the fuck has Accounting done lately, huh?
Did you do the campaign that sold
30,000 automatic shotguns to Blackwater?
No! We did!
How about the Nukey The Talking Warhead campaign?
Nope! We did that, too!
How about Stack-the-Iraqi board game? Now for children.
Oh, nope, that was us, too!
How about my personal favorite,
the Agent Orange Soda campaign?
Ding! Ding! Ding! That was us, too!
Adver-fucking-tising!
See, we make reality out of...
...nothing.
Mmm.
Now...
be a good girl and recycle this.
Would you like to see me make a reality...
out of nothing...
Robert?
Oh, please.
Now, who amongst you is responsible
for the Agent Orange Soda campaign?
I hate you and your work.
Everyone, kill those two and you may live.
Welcome aboard!
What the fuck just happened?
Which part? The part where Nusbaum took over Marketing
by killing Bob with a soda can
or the part where you almost bit my finger off?
What? Oh, my God!
I'm so sorry.
It's okay.
No. It's not okay.
You were in a weird place at the time.
- I feel really terrible. - I've been bitten by bigger...
- I'm not gonna... - Yeah, it was really fucked up
and definitely not okay, but we have to go right now.
Is this your blood?
Okay, okay, so this is what we're gonna do.
Okay, we're gonna take her down the stairs, we're gonna...
we're gonna steal a car, we're gonna call the police
and then have them call the National Guard.
- Elevator? - Elevator.
Okay.
Oh, my God!
Does anyone else have to use the bathroom?
Yeah. I do.
Okay. Good. Me too.
Doors open.
Going down.
Seventh, sixth, fifth, fourth... second, first.
We are experiencing minor technical difficulties.
Uh, ventilation shaft?
Uh, ventilation shaft.
Yeah.
Please... elevator.
This isn't gonna work.
Ow! So not gonna work!
Motherfuckers, get me out of here before I kill you both!
- New plan? - You think?
Jesus.
I don't even wanna think about how that happened.
- Should we help him? - Okay. Un-tape me.
Okay, that's never gonna happen.
- I can be helpful. - Oh, really?
- How can you be helpful? - I-I-I...
- There's no way you can be helpful. - I was cranky before
because you bumped my head three times...
I said shut up! Do you guys wanna end up
with your gallbladder coming out your anus?
No.
I'm getting us out of here, okay.
Oh, yeah, and what's your plan, huh?
The staircase is blocked, the phones are out,
- there's no elev... - Wait!
You know what the shortest distance between two points is?
A line?
It's a hole.
No! No! No!
Emergency Safety Seal activated.
This building is now under Threat-Con Level 4.
All employees, remain calm and report to subsector B
for further instruction.
What the fuck is this?
Next-gen anti-terror system.
Armored shutters and bulletproof glass
to safeguard against rocket attacks.
- We're locked in. - It was spelled out clearly
in the Employee Training Booklet. Didn't you read it?
Of course I read it.
I skimmed it.
Now I see why you didn't want me to throw the thing at the window.
No! I didn't want you to throw the thing at the window,
and I didn't want you to almost get us killed,
and I definitely didn't want you to do anything
that the pot-sponge-you-call a-brain processes as helping us.
Mo! Shush!
Desmond could have left, but he didn't. Okay.
So stop being an asshole.
Now...
how do we get the security seal open?
Only top management has the codes to reopen the seal.
Great! So we just go find those guys up in...
The executive level.
That means we gotta go through...
Okay. We're fucked.
- You think? - Mm-hmm.
How do we do this?
The second they see us, we're history.
Uh, we could pretend to be crazy mutant psychos
like the rest of them.
I like your idea. How?
Just say stuff that makes you really mad.
Oh, I was born to do this.
Hairy asses!
Jennifer Lawrence at an awards show.
I can't eat cheese!
Men with Botox!
Dig deeper. Dig deeper.
My father touched me!
- Too deep! - Homework!
Justin Bieber on a Segway!
- It's clear. Let's go. - Okay.
What?
Oh, my God.
Is that Helen?
Oh, this actually makes me kind of sad.
Why hasn't she retired yet?
- In this economy? - Mm-mm.
Looks like she's got arthritis in her hips.
Oh, my Uncle Usef had that.
You should try getting him baked.
I am not gonna get my uncle baked.
Okay.
Shit.
Okay, look, what do we do?
I guess we could, uh...
We could wheel around her. Wheel around her.
I can't. She's got too much of a reach.
Oh, God, fuck. We gotta do something.
Hold on!
Uh... You just hit an 80-year-old lady
over the head with a potted plant?
Yes, but in, like, self-defense.
Oh, yeah? Self-defense? What was she gonna do?
- Gum us to death? - She has teeth!
- Yeah, that she can't use. - She can!
Guys!
Where the hell did she go?
I can't believe I just did that.
It was an accident.
You just wall-butted an 80-year-old lady
in the face on accident.
Yes. No. I-I-I don't know.
No! Oh, my God!
It's kind of heroic, as far as beating up the elderly goes.
- Is she okay? - No, she's not.
You're both terrible people.
But...
...we have to get through HR.
- I can't do this. I can't... - Yes, you can.
- They are nice ladies. - Great.
Okay!
That is why we do not send work e-mails with emoticons!
Oh, God. Human Resources is a pack of rabid koala bears.
Oh, yeah. Sexy, slutty koala bears,
in their natural habitat.
Back to work.
Hey. Notice how they've all been stabbed in the back?
- What are you saying? - Nothing. Just, you know...
Nothing? Just, you know, because HR is basically all women,
it automatically makes us a bunch of backstabbers?
Okay, first off, HR is not all women.
Look, there's a guy right there. Oh, shit! It's Lentworth!
E-Excuse me.
Uh, I gotta pick up my check.
- Lentworth! - Lentworth!
- Hello? - Lentworth!
Oh, hi...
Oh, God.
I...
see a lot of familiar faces.
I know you. Remember I asked you out when...
I got divorced and...
Oh.
Get back!
I mean it, get back! I'll use it!
Attention, Human Resources.
This is Adam Nusbaum from Accounting.
Just a reminder about the Accounting-HR meeting
starting momentarily in the conference room.
We'll be covering such issues as
installing the ATS
to handle all OSHA documents and NDIs
in order to better guarantee QC.
Don't lay it on too thick.
I got this.
Quick, informal T&D sessions
to go over our BPOs.
BPO stands for Business Processing Outsourcing.
That's got nothing to do with our department.
Uh, I mean, uh, BPDs.
- Oh, BPDs. - Fine.
They're buying it.
Shit. Do you think they heard that?
- Yes. - Shut up.
Pull me out. Pull me out.
That way. Face me that way. Face me that... Wait!
We are not the ones you wanna kill.
She is.
What the hell are you talking about?
Oh... honey.
I-I've been in HR long enough to know things.
Jill! Jill!
Remember when you were gonna be made supervisor
and then you didn't get the job?
Well, that's because Lisa spread a rumor
that you and your husband have cocaine orgies.
That was one time,
and you were there.
She's lying. She's totally lying.
Katie! Katie!
Remember those baby pictures you brought in?
Well, Lisa says that it looks like you...
fucked a bag of potatoes.
You're talking about my child?
Hold my wig.
I'm gonna kill you.
Oh! One more thing!
She keeps this department under budget
by setting the thermostat to cold!
In the wintertime!
This is bullshit!
- Yeah! - Don't listen to her.
- Get her! - She's trying to turn us...
all against me.
- Guys, I like sweaters. - Sic her!
Punish her!
You guys know me. We're friends.
We have Wine Wednesdays.
You're a genius!
Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
That was great. Sad for Lisa, but great.
Lentworth, come on.
No, no, no, no. Don't try to play me, son.
Who you think you're talking to? I ain't no punk bitch.
If I say you need 55 cases of tear-gas rockets,
that's what you're gonna get,
or we're gonna have a fucking problem!
Please, please, tell me there's another way around this.
Wish I could. Only way up to the exec level
is right through there.
I will send a fucking rocket to your house!
I will fucking bury you, motherfucker!
- We should get weapons. - Yeah.
Hey, Des, this is just like your video game.
Grabbing stuff from the aisles.
Except this is duct tape, not cookies, obviously.
Des, are you making a video game?
Yeah, but it's no big deal.
Just a side thing, a hobby.
Why didn't you tell me?
'Cause it's silly.
I think it sounds cool.
It's super cool.
I got a plan.
Cool.
Just so we're clear, my principles still hold.
I'm not committing any acts of violence.
Dude, we're about to go into battle.
Why'd you even put that on?
- Everybody else was doing it. - Okay,
you can push Samantha, so Lentworth and I
can commit some acts of violence.
That sounds good. Here, take these.
You know, I'm not really that comfy
with the whole spearing part.
And now I'm holding spears.
You have to cut me loose, Des.
And if I go full Zolt
and I don't come back,
kill me.
I'm serious.
But you have to cut me loose.
We need all the help that we can get.
Don't listen to her. She's a crazy witch.
She can't be trusted.
I'm serious about the "kill me" part, okay.
Serious.
Deal?
Deal.
You think you're a tough guy? I'm Ammotech, you tool bag!
Just try me, you tough guy. I'll show you how tough.
You ain't even fighting in the same weight class.
Uh, I'm gonna turn around. Anyone else?
Hey!
Hi, fellas.
I know it looks like we're rolling up on you for a fight,
but it's really not the case.
The opposite, in fact.
All we want to do is just go through you
to that door over there.
- Right, guys? - Yeah.
Yeah.
So, everyone's cool?
Yeah?
Kill them all!
Help me!
Any violence is purely coincidental
and has nothing to do with me!
Try again, Baldy! USA!
Oh, shit. Oh, shit!
Please stop chasing me!
I did not do that. That was not my fault!
Please stop impaling yourselves!
I hope you're not allergic!
- Did you drink any Zolt? - What? No!
We gotta get out of here.
Whatever you do, don't drink...
Okay. That was me.
I'm 100 percent sure I just did that.
- He, uh... - I just killed someone.
But I saved you. I saved you, right?
Let's never talk about this to anyone.
Okay. F...
I don't feel good.
Sam.
We're gonna get you help, okay.
Okay, almost there. Come on.
We good?
Okay. Come on, let's go.
My back hurts.
Um... sir?
You might want to come take a look at this.
What you got?
Fuck me.
Sorry, folks! No room at the inn.
You got three seconds
to step away from that door.
Wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait. We're not like
those other crazy people. We're normal.
Oh!
Uh, she does that sometimes.
It's totally not a big deal.
I have this rule about not opening the door
for people who are armed and covered in blood.
And right now, y'all look like
the Four Used Tampons of the Apocalypse!
My building!
My rules!
He's not gonna let us in.
Uh... hi.
Shit.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Everybody calm down! Goddammit!
This is a weapons manufacturing firm!
Violence has no place in here!
You. The hell do you want?
We want to know what's in this Zolt shit!
We want to know now!
Oh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Looks like you could use a drink.
I mean scotch!
For chrissake, stop looking at me like I'm a monster!
I'll take a water, no ice.
Water, no ice. Okay. Who's next?
Zolt was designed for soldiers.
Makes them alert, focused,
productive.
But this first batch...
...well, shit went sideways.
So what's it doing in our company?
Well, the best I can gather is
the scientist under Dr. Frohm
became disgruntled, for reasons unknown to me.
And as a parting "fuck you" to the company
distributed the bad Zolt to the employees
and, uh, shit, here we are.
I'll deny all this, by the way, if deposed.
So what's the plan?
We're safe in here.
Grab a drink. Settle in.
Let the, uh, infected employees punch themselves out,
and then...
...bring in the hazmat!
Punch themselves out? They're ripping each other's faces off!
I don't like it any more than you do, son.
See, this woman here, she's really, really, really important to me.
And whatever's in the stuff is destroying her piece by piece,
and I've got to find a way to stop it!
- Such as? - Such as,
I don't know, an antidote?
Why would we make an antidote?
You don't make a product and then plan on it being recalled.
Did we do that with land mines? Cluster bombs? Irradiated ammo?
Hell, no. We just make the stuff.
You start thinking about what happens afterwards,
next thing you know, you're living in San Francisco,
singing "If I Had a Hammer,"
running a goddamn daisy farm!
- I'm not fucking around, old man. - Whoa!
Whoa, whoa.
Well, that's very touching son,
but you may want to drop your hands.
This thumbprint is the only way
that safety seal gets lifted.
And since y'all are relying on me
to get you out of this mess,
I suggest you start acting like a team player.
There we go.
You want to talk to the man that made the stuff?
That's Dr. Frohm.
But good luck getting down to his office right now.
Oh, Christ!
Why is the fucking regional manager here?
Mother...
Shit.
What the hell do you want, buddy boy?
Hello, Franklin.
My team and I are looking to do some aggressive expansion,
so I'm going to need you to rescind the safety seal
around the building.
Rescind the seal.
Only thing I'm rescinding is the part of your contract
where it says I can't take out my dick
and whip you with it like a stagecoach driver.
Yes, I thought you might say that.
I also thought you might like to keep the thumb on your left hand
as well as your worthless fucking life,
so I'm giving you ten seconds to comply.
Well, good luck getting in here, pal.
My doors are two-inch thick titanium
steel-tempered alloy
with retinal scanners
and a voice-print security ID system
designed by the top engineers in Sweden!
Motherfucker.
And what about the walls?
Say again?
You know... the walls?
Are they two-inch thick titanium made in Sweden?
Or, as I recall from the purchase orders,
made by an underpaid subcontractor
who skimped on building materials
so he could make a few bucks.
See you in a few minutes... buddy boy.
What the fuck was that?
Get your ass out there.
Shit, y'all look in here. I got shells everywhere.
Just... gotta get the goddamn keys.
Come on, Sam.
Fuck! Fuck!
Stay put, okay.
All right, here we go. Here we go.
Shit.
Come on, come on.
Come on.
Hey, Mo, can you give me a hand?
I don't know who I am anymore.
Hey, Mo, don't do this. We need you.
I wall-butted an old lady.
Who was biting you.
I sprayed cleaning liquid into a man's eyes.
Who was attacking us.
I split a guy's neck open with an axe. Oh, shit.
I thought we agreed we weren't gonna talk about that.
- I'm a monster. - No.
They are monsters.
You are my best friend here.
Behind Samantha and this dude I used to smoke weed with.
- Who? - Okay,
you're my third best friend.
I'm your third best friend?
That's awesome.
Well, if you want our third best friendship to survive,
I need you in the game.
Okay.
- Okay? - Yeah.
So come on, let me see your war-face, right now.
Let me see it. Like this. Ready?
Okay.
Okay. A bit more war-like.
Okay.
Great!
A for effort. Let's do this! Lentworth!
Lentworth, get your ass over here and give me a hand!
- What was that? - Nothing.
Are you drinking the...
- Give me the can, Lentworth. - No, look.
I just gotta get my job back!
Are you fucking out of your mind?
Maybe if I'm like them, I'll fit in!
Help me! Lentworth's going rogue!
Get your ass out there! Keep 'em outta this office!
Do you know how much it costs
to go to Nevada and get a hooker?
And I got a mortgage and car payments
- and insurance! - Plug the wall!
And I'm paying 60,000 bucks a year
for my daughter to study pottery at Sarah fucking Lawrence!
Don't do this! Don't!
This is not the time for me to be looking for work!
I'm one of you! I'm one of you!
Whoa!
All right, you motherfuckers.
- Come on, Mo. - You can run, but you can't hide.
Welcome to the penthouse, motherfuckers!
Oh, shit.
- Oh. - Goddammit
Last opportunity to show some collaboration, Mr. Gantt!
Hide behind the bush.
Bring me his thumb.
Which one of you fucks wants a taste?
Piss off!
Yeah, run, you sissy little fuckers.
A little help here?
All y'all are fucking fired!
Goddammit! You cut off my goddamn hand.
Goddamn.
This is a real nice office, Mr. Gantt.
Ah. I gotta get me one of these.
I can't die like this.
I'm a goddamn war hero!
You never set foot in Iraq!
- I served! - In Thailand!
Irrelevant!
Hope you enjoyed the ladyboys.
Kill them.
Whoa! Whoa!
You got what you wanted. The company's yours.
Now, let us walk, okay.
We hereby tender our resignations.
I think I speak for all of us when I say
we really don't want to work for you anymore.
Oh, everyone's going to be working for me, Desmond.
- What? - Do you think
this pissant little bullet factory is my endgame?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I've got my sights set on much, much bigger things.
So what, you're going to become
regional manager of the world?
You know, I do like the sound of that.
Excellent.
Deliver their heads to me!
Back the fuck up!
First one to come cops a bullet to the face.
There's 20 of them.
There's only one shell left in that gun,
and there's six of us!
Then I guess I'm gonna need more ammo.
Holy shit, that's the coolest thing I've ever seen.
Oh, God.
Sam.
Just hang in there.
I don't feel well.
Sam? Hey.
Come on, guys.
You have to kill me.
You're gonna make it, okay. Just hang in there.
I'm gonna to get you help, okay. Trust me.
Sam?
Samantha?
Samantha.
Well.
Thank you, Mr. Gantt.
Attention, all remaining Ammotech employees.
We are now going into Stage Three:
Distribution! Total saturation of all markets!
Local, regional,
national, and global!
Hey. Hey!
Oh, Jesus Christ, Samantha. Here.
What the fuck did you do?
Damn it!
No! I didn't do anything.
I did not do anything.
It was not supposed to be administered to employees, okay.
But that little shit of a doctor,
he thinks that I screwed him out of credit on the experiment.
- Did you? - Well, yes, of course I did!
But, like, take me to court, file a grievance,
like, go through the normal channels on that shit.
Don't hand out weaponized soft drinks to your colleagues!
Christ, I mean, that's out of line.
Don't even try to lay it off on that nerd.
This is your fault!
My fault? Really?
Are you sure about that, Desmond?
This is the purchase order for my boron silicate hydroxide,
which I have been trying to put through your department
for the better part of a month.
Which, coincidentally, I found in the trash can
outside my office this morning.
So what are you saying?
I'm saying...
we tested the formula, it worked fine,
but because we were on a deadline,
but we didn't have the right compounds now,
and we had to make...
we had to make do.
Make do?
With replacement chemicals.
That have a bit of a nasty side effect.
How do we undo it? That's all I want to hear out of you.
So, good news is, she didn't ingest enough of it
to have it take full effect.
If she he still has enough unaffected,
then I might be able to bring her back.
What about everyone else?
Oh, the people who consumed the full dosage?
- Yeah. - You should forget about them.
They're dead. Their frontal lobe
looks like Octomom's vagina at this point.
Bad news is, her higher motor functions are going
to continue to shut down,
and in about 30 minutes, without the right antidote,
um... we might not be able to bring her back.
What do you need to make a cure?
Okay. There it is.
One vial will do it, but the more the better.
With that, I might be able
to rig a formula to reverse the effects.
But I don't know. The clock's ticking.
So all we have to do is go in there and get it.
In there, yeah. Basically.
My God, he's got the whole place running like clockwork.
Back in 30 minutes. Fucknuts. Come on.
Wait, you two are gonna take them all on?
That's great. We're all gonna die.
I can hear you.
It is true that there is no "I" in team.
However, there is an "I" in win.
We are only as strong
as the weakest link in our chain.
Oh, shit.
Oh, Ralph.
So destroy the weakest link.
No, wait. No, no.
If I ever get out of here, I'm definitely gonna go see a therapist.
There it is.
This might be slightly more difficult than I imagined.
Mr. Brimble and Mr. Haryana,
hello.
Might I suggest the next time you try to sneak up on someone,
you do it in a place without security cameras.
All personnel, please report to Section A-2. Thank you.
- Shit. - Shit!
Shit, shit, shit.
Come on. Fuck!
Step on it. Step on it.
You're obsessed with this landmine bullshit.
And it's not gonna work!
Oh, I like my steak well-done!
And that's how I like my co-workers!
I hate you all!
This was poorly planned.
I'm just kidding! You guys are like family.
Let's go. Quick.
Have a blessed day!
Battle mode!
Duck!
Hang on!
Let's go. Let's go!
Okay. Hold these.
Yes. Hey, Mo! I got it.
Desmond!
Shit.
Mr. Brimble! Since you continue to prove yourself incapable
of fitting in with Ammotech culture...
now you die.
Are you kidding me?
Run!
Oh. Oh. Oh.
What the hell is he wearing?
Hey, Mo!
Catch!
Get it to Sam.
No, you can't stay here!
If we both run, he'll catch us,
but not if I keep his ass busy.
And besides, it's my fault.
- Someone's got to take responsibility... - No, no, no, you convinced me.
I'm going.
It's been an honor sharing a cubicle with you.
You too, buddy.
Hey, boss!
Mr. Brimble!
So glad to see you finally taking
some initiative today, Desmond.
It's almost a shame that I have to kill you.
What's up, playa!
Look at this shit. You're just gonna
let me beat your ass to death right now, aren't you?
Guess what? I can roll with that, bro.
Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho!
You want some more?
Oh, come here, I got something for you.
This is exhausting.
You want more? Okay, I got more.
I got more. More for you, right here.
Welcome to America!
Land of the free, bitch!
Come here!
Marcus, because of your racism,
your thuggishness, and your complete inability
to call me by the right fucking name,
I hereby sentence you
to a lot of fucking pain.
Is that all you got?
That was my war-face, motherfucker!
Oh, looks like someone wants overtime.
I'll give you fucking overtime! Come on! Come on!
Huh?!
Over here, minions!
Hey, Nusbaum!
Guess who's been stealing hundreds of dollars' worth
of company office supplies since the day he started?
And in the past 16 months, I've done...
maybe six weeks' worth of actual work. Tops.
You've been paying me mostly to get high and work on my video game.
So, thank you.
I guess it's time for my exit interview.
You've always been impeccably bad
at reading the instructions, haven't you, Desmond?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Fuck instructions.
Bring it, Anusbaum!
Brimble, help me.
No! No!
Not now!
Hello, Marcus. So good to see you.
Oh! Wait, wait.
Oh! I'm gonna tell my uncle!
Teamwork makes the dream work!
Shit!
Samantha! Sam!
- Are you okay now, or... - No!
- Oh, shit! - I'm just kidding, I'm fine.
Really. Mo gave me the antidote.
Should we get the fuck outta here?
That's funny, the noise you just made,
you were all like...
Here, take this.
Yeah. Let's go.
Spread the C-4 out. I'll blow it when he comes through.
Mo, over here. Come on. Hurry up.
He's coming.
- Okay, come on. Come on. - Oh, shit.
Okay, come on. Let's go.
Oh, shit.
I hate this guy.
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
There is no way out.
Mo, give me the triggers.
Hey, Nusbaum!
I quit.
Oh, shit.
Did either of you put detonators into the C-4?
Why doesn't anybody tell me these things?
Desmond!
- You fail to realize... - Move!
that I...
am too big...
- Go! Go! Go! Go! Come on! - ...to fail!
Holy moley.
Fuck you.
Oh!
Well, you were finally on time for something.
I finally had something to be on time for.
Oh, don't.
Please don't.
Okay, that's happening.
So I'm just gonna...
Oh, okay.
Okay, I... I-I'll just be back here,
throwing up in my hands.
Don't make me wait another 15 years
before you do that again.
Deal.
And why did you show Mo your video game and not me?
Because Mo's a nerd.
- I'm a nerd. - Okay.
Check it out.
- It's so... - Silly.
You.
Ah. Oh, that feels so good.
Oh! You guys have got to try this. Oh.