Suicide Squad: Hell to Pay

We're three kilometers off the coast, Vertigo.

Keep it steady, Manta.

I'll go rouse the rabble.

Time to move.

I'm good to go.

Sponge and Julie, not so sure.

Didn't Waller get you a room last night?

Don't be a hater, Floyd.

Or are you just upset because Waller didn't put you in charge.

Yeah, why is that, Deadshot? You usually run things.

She asked me if her dress made her look fat.

She's gotten cranky since she lost weight.

Not our issue. Is it, Daddy?

We are just having our second honeymoon anywhere we can.

Not on my time, convict.

The only one who gets satisfied tonight is me.

Your target is an underboss in the Black Mask mob, Tobias Whale,

who happens to sideline in stolen intel.

Tonight, he's delivering a flash drive full of nastiness.

Pay-offs to dictators, senators playing footsies in the restroom, the usual.

More importantly, he has leaked info

implicating our very own operations.

Needless to say, Mama would be very disappointed if you screwed this up.

So keep your heads on the mission

if you want to keep them on your shoulders.

Any questions?

Good.

They're all yours, Vertigo.

I'll be on radio silence till you're done.

Waller out.

You heard the lady.

Show off.

All right, goddamn it.

So I says if the money's good, who gives a shit, huh?

Hey. Oh...

Ah! Oh. Ugh!

Ah!

You still got it, baby.

And it's all yours, Daddy.

You're that fool, Deadshot.

Ain't this some shit?

Did Black Mask find out about my sidekick and send you?

I'm gonna mess you up real good.

It's his turn.

Expletive deleted and the free world is saved again.

Stay down, dog.

What the heck's going on?

This wasn't part of the mission.

Vertigo...

Why?

Aw, honeymoon's over.

What about him?

I'd rather not kill him at the same wound.

He'd wonder about that.

I say we let the train run him over.

You're working together?

Working, playing...

We're soulmates.

Even in prison, things can be

arranged.

What about the file?

We make a copy, give Waller back the original.

She'll never know

and then, when the grieving widow and I are paroled,

we'll have a little nest-egg.

She knows.

What?

Waller.

She's been listening.

You're lying, I'm team leader.

She knew there was a traitor somewhere.

Waller? Listen to me, I beg to you.

Floyd, please, don't let her.

I know, I know I was a bad girl.

And it was all Vertigo's idea.

Please don't let her kill me, Floyd!

Don't let her blow my head off.

She's down, Waller. Turn it off.

A mercy killing.

Getting soft on me, Lawton?

Just saving on the dry cleaning.

Stop this madness.

You can't get rid of me.

I am not some vestigial twin you can excise like a skin tag.

Hey, Doc, I'm getting sick of hearing this guy's crap.

Ain't you got something that'll knock him out.

Anasthetic!

Where is the anasthetic?

Well, that's just peachy.

No anasthetic? You're all insane!

Shut your pie hole, we're gonna do this.

Just show me again, Doc, one more time.

Voila.

Beautiful.

No. No. No. No!

Drill.

We'll start around the eye.

Oh, thank God, he was going to disfigure me.

That lunatic. That...

How dare you?

This is an operating theater not some abattoir.

We have a patient for you, Professor.

A person in need of medical attention.

We're wondering if you could clear your schedule. Hmm?

A patient in need is always my first consideration.

Good answer.

Mail call, Lawton.

Morning, sunshine.

Get another offer from Gun Fund Monthly, did you?

No, wait a tick.

It's your little girl, isn't it?

Aw, did she reject another letter from dear old dad?

How old is she now, 13, 14?

Her uncle bought her any more, eh? I get bored crazy in that age.

Tell you what, girls like her need a daddy.

How'd you reckon? Well, get paroled early

maybe Uncle Digger can look her up.

Oh! Christ! Son of a...

You could've put my eye out.

Must be gettin' rusty.

Boomer's government property.

You break it, you buy it.

Hiya, cowboy.

How's Trix?

Oh, not that crazy broad again.

My choices have been dwindling lately.

I heard about poor little Julie?

Beats all my luck, you know.

But I offered to give her a whole new makeover with a baseball bat.

Who else?

You heard of Killer Frost?

- The ice queen. - Yeah.

Crystal Frost, a tough girl from a tougher home.

Her parents were, well...

Let's just say they could've used some discipline themselves.

Then her metahuman powers kicked in,

and suddenly, Mom and Dad were put on ice.

They never knew how cold her heart really was.

They say she couldn't be tamed, but I think Little Crystal's warmed up to us considerably.

And then there's Copperhead, AKA Sameer Park, a meta contortionist

heavily into extreme body modification.

If his bio tech tail isn't repulsive enough, he also shoots acid venom.

Say hello, Copperhead.

The last is Bronze Tiger, AKA Ben Turner.

Ex-CIA, then vigilante.

Possibly the greatest martial artist in the world.

If it weren't for his vow never to take an innocent life, I'd put him incharge.

I can feel the love.

Open wide, Ms. Frost.

Bite me.

Thank you. Try not to move.

We wouldn't want the appartus to go off accidentally.

It happened once to the ten-eyed man.

Who?

Exactly.

Insertion's complete.

Task force X is locked and loaded.

Woo-hoo!

What's this all about, Waller?

This is about making me happy, Tiger.

This time I'm searching for something special.

A lost card.

Just call the bank, honey. They'll get you a new one.

What's it got? Some kind of code?

You might say.

The last person who had it was this man.

He calls himself "Steel Maxim."

Seriously?

Late 20s, no distinguishing marks, except for a tramp stamp.

An Egyptian Ankh.

We think he played a part in the card's disappearance.

But he's been hard to track down.

Find him, and I'll slice a year of all your sentences.

Oh, great, only 87 more suicide missions to go.

Cheers, Waller.

One more thing.

This one's off the grid.

You'll be dealing with me directly and only me.

Deadshot will be your team leader.

I told you before, Waller, I don't take orders from murderers.

Not even if I said, "Please"?

I answer to a higher authority.

Higher than Waller? That sounds like blasphemy, mate.

I'd say maybe we should take this outside.

But that's up to her.

Settle down, love birds.

It's too early to start losing your heads just yet.

I've requisitioned this vehicle for your mission.

You're kidding?

Like I said, this one is off the books.

No hotels...

Roadtrip!

I guess that'll save us from having to explain him to the concierge.

Hiss.

Hey, we got cheese dogs and Chicken Nuggies!

Blow me up now.

It's about time.

Your late, you waste of flesh.

Banshee, is that any way to talk to our associate?

Please, see him in.