Fritz! This is the last known location?
Yes.
This is where the tracker went dead.
Well, those girls didn't take it with them...
so it has to be here still.
I don't care if we have to shred every part of this place to find it.
Get to work.
I'm sorry Mr. Kock.
It's not here.
They've hidden it or passed it off.
We'll track the girls and find out who their contact is.
Of course.
Take all their crap. I want this to look like a burglary.
America is losing it.
I have tracked CIA agents
with more predictable movements than these girls.
There it is! Let's just go get it!
No.
Mr. Kock wants to know who is trying to fuck him
so he can fuck them right back.
I'll follow them.
They have ingested the product and been affected.
Which makes them a lovely present for Mr. Kock.
Disposable human test subjects.
I can't watch!
I'll take care of this in 20 seconds.
Time me.
Why is this closed?!
The losers have escaped with my car.
They are on the move, I am stuck.
Can you come get me?
I apologize, Mr. Kock
We're picking up the lab rats now.
Olsen fled the lab so backup is meeting us at the warehouse.
See you at the dock.
I'm tired of chasing these bongloads.
This is game over.
Get back.
Bind him fast.
You may have had fun dragging us all over this smoggy,
disgusting town.
But I cannot oversell how fucked you are.
Shut the fuck up!
What's the harm?
Okay, let's move. The boat is...
No. No, no!
No! No!
What the fuck is this?
Are you fucking high?
Come on. Come the fuck on.
Where the fuck are the girls?
The kitty!
It's getting away!
I don't feel well!
Over here!
Come on, come on!
Hello?
If we can't have you alive, we will have you dead!
Shoot!
It's just a job?
The idiot is mine!
If you come closer, I'll blow her brains out.
Come on, come on.
Mr. Kock!
Mr. Kock! Here!
What in the hell was that?