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Sorry, I just can't give
you that kind of information.

I'll do anything else.
I just can't do that.

I can't betray my country. I won't.

This country gave me everything.

Oh, God. Just keep him away from me.

Please. Don't let him near me.

Oh, no! Oh, God!

Come on, baby. Just relax into
it. Let Godzilla do his thing.

Come on. This is wrong on so
many levels. You in or not?

And get cheated again?

What? No, the Pooch may lie, the
Pooch may steal, the Pooch may...

- Refer to himself in the third person?
- Occasionally. But the Pooch won't cheat.

Well, the Pooch can relax.
I was worried about Cougar.

Yeah, right. It's always the quiet ones.

What? It's Blind Man's
Bluff. High card wins.

How in the hell can a man cheat you?

Cards.

Feel like I got something
here. I got something.

Queen, king, jack. Queen,
king, jack. All right.

One, two, three, go.

I got a great, great
feeling about this one.

- Your mama had a great feeling last night.
- Oh, that was a mama joke.

What? All right.

- All right, let's go.
- Okay, it's a game.

All right, I will raise you.

- You don't wanna do that.
- Oh, no?

- Got this piece off that Honduran general?
- Yes.

Guess what? I'm definitely in.

- Let's go.
- All right.

Whoa!

- Should even me up.
- How many do you have?

What is going on here?

Coug, it's your bet.

Hey, losers!

It's time.

We got a drug and arms
dealer named Fadhil...

...running a homegrown terrorist assembly
line out by the Madre de Dios River basin.

We find it, we paint it for a
laser-targeted bomb, we get the hell out.

No muss, no fuss.

For that, they need us?

You'd rather take on 50 dudes with AK's?

All right, I got eyes
on Monsieur Fadhil.

- Paint it.
- Showtime, fellas.

Go ahead and call me Michelangelo.

Dropkick, this is Pinball.
Request fire mission.

The target is lased, and you are clear
to make a run from north to south. Over.

Roger, Pinball, target
acquired and locked.

Be advised, ETA fireworks,
zero eight Mikes.

Roger, we'll break out the earplugs.

Boss?

They're using kids as mules.

- Call it in.
- We have children at target site.

Repeat, we have eyes on children
at target site. Please advise.

Acknowledged. Maintain position.

Maintain position? What
is he talking about?

We strongly recommend
cancellation of payload delivery.

Your orders stand. Prep for extraction.

Cougar.

Dropkick, this is Pinball.

Equipment has suffered
catastrophic system failure.

Am calling an on-site abort.

Well, that was just stupid.

Is this Mission Controller?

This is Max, Colonel Clay.

No one uses names on comms. This
is a secure military channel.

- Really?
- Goddamn it, listen to me.

There are children on site.

And you think I didn't know that?

We locked coordinates
the moment you painted.

Delivery will occur on schedule.

- Have a super day.
- You can't...

Shit! Jensen, contact the
plane directly. Call an abort.

I'm trying. He's jamming
us. There's nothing I can do.

There's something we can do.

All right, here it is.
Five against the fortress.

We got maybe, what, eight minutes before
an airstrike sets the world on fire.

Plenty of time.

I'll drive.

Us against 50 dudes with AK's, huh?

Jensen, Pooch, get a truck for
the kids. Rest, out in five.

- Airstrike in four and change, ladies!
- Be out in four. Rally point. On me.

Three minutes to target.

Come on, let's go! Out
you go. Come on, kids.

- Okay, you go over here with him.
- Come on, mama. Come on.

I got this. Get them out.

All right, who's your papi? Let's go
this way. Let's go. Come on, let's go.

Ah.

- No.
- Yeah.

- Really?
- Why not?

- Can you?
- Of course.

Okay.

Ladies.

Up you get. Up you get.

Clay, we got the kids.
Rally point, two minutes.

Max sent you, didn't he?

I won't commit to his
plan, he does this.

I'm gonna make this real easy for
you. You let him go, I let you live.

Come here, son. Come
here, son. Walk to me.

Attaboy.

Clay, get the hell
out. We gotta go, now.

He'll kill you too, you know.

Target is locked. T minus 20 seconds.

Oh, you stop for coffee in there?

What kind of blast radius we looking at?

Okay, Pooch, I need you to make
this bus go a little faster.

- Everybody, hold on to something.
- Like right now!

I got it, I got it!

There we go, Pooch!

Whew.

Pinball, this is Chopper
3. Prepare for extraction.

My favorite part was when
we were completely on fire.

But the shootout, that was good times.

There she blows.

Well done.

Let's go, let's go.

- All right, everyone together.
- Come on, let's go.

There you go. Good job.

Sir, there's not enough
room for your team and them.

Then it's them.

- Let's go, guys.
- All right, here we go.

Watch your heads.

You keep your bear.
You keep him safe. Okay?

Adios. Get them out of here.

Those are some cute little buggers.
Hope they make it to the court martial.

What is that? You hear that?

Guys, this is bad.

Max, Cobra One, Bandit locked.

Understood.

Cobra One, kill Bandit.

No!

That's supposed to be us.

Protests today in front of the
American Embassy, a violent response...

...to the deaths of 25 Bolivian
children killed during the operation.

Let me be perfectly clear.

In no way were these men acting
under orders from the U.S. government.

Is there gonna be some
kind of ceremony for them?

Where's the ring?

I love you, Mommy. You're so pretty.

I love you, Mommy.

What are you doing? No, no, no!

- Jeez. He's gonna get murdered.
- Come on, come on, come on.

This is disgusting. All right,
I'm officially disgusted by us.

- And you lost again.
- We lost again.

- No, you put the bet down.
- You gave me the money.

Yeah, and that was
stupid of me, wasn't it?

I mean, could this get any more sleazy?

I suppose if we started drinking.

You're not...? You're not drinking?

Come on, get him in there!

Thank you.

I found a guy online who says he
can trade intel on Max for cash.

- All we gotta do is make a little money.
- We don't have money.

We're gonna go PayPal-ing some kid
in a basement who's most likely lying?

You were there. You know
the man tried to kill us.

The man did kill us, Clay.

No, we gotta stay focused.
All right? On the mission.

Get money, get clean passports, get back
to stateside without anybody noticing.

- Didn't even see what he looks like.
- We heard his voice.

A man with a voice is
a man with a throat.

Come on. Clay, just look around you.

Do you think we're in a position to
actually take on some CIA super spook?

- Roque.
- It's a hell of a plan.

You know what? Pooch can set
up over there by the taco stand.

Jensen can set up communications
right there by the hookers.

- Captain.
- Yo! Yo.

You're not a soldier anymore.

You're not a soldier. All right?

Clay, for chrissakes,
you're losing the men.

- The men are fine.
- Yeah, well, you're losing me. All right?

He won, we lost. Just get us home.

Can you do that?

How's your steak?

Meaty.

You want a bite?

Maybe later.

Okay.

Do I know you?

Relax, Papi.

Do I not look relaxed?

No.

Think we can change that?

Wow, it's everything
a girl can dream of.

Do you have a bathroom?

No, I specifically requested the
only hotel room in the world...

...that doesn't have a bathroom.

Are you trying to turn a yes into a no?

Oh. Thank you.

So, what brings you to Bolivia?

Cruise ship.

We're a landlocked country.

Well, it's an amazing cruise ship.

Where were we now?

Well, I think you were
about to tell me...

...how you enjoy following me.

You saw me, didn't you?

I did.

I bet you didn't see
me on Mercado Street.

I have a business
proposition for you, Clay.

Oops. What happened to your accent?

Oops.

I don't wanna hurt you.

- You're not going to.
- Oh, yes, I am.

- Hi.
- Hi.

What do you want?

I can help you find Max.

I'm listening.

How did you know we were alive?

I counted the number of
teeth in the chopper wreckage.

Plus you guys aren't exactly subtle.

Here's the deal. I get you and
your men back in the States.

In exchange, you get Max for me.

- What's the catch, lady?
- It's pretty much a suicide mission.

Why should I trust you?

Because if I were lying, I wouldn't
have used the words "suicide mission."

Just meet me here tomorrow.

And bring your boys.

- Goodbye.
- Hey.

If you're lying to me, I'll kill you.

It was nice meeting you too.

Yes, it was.

I'm sorry we're late. There
was a party at the doll factory.

It was Pepito's birthday.

- Really?
- Yeah.

So she wanted to meet in a cemetery.

Because that's not,
like, foreboding at all.

- Am I the only one that sees this shirt?
- No.

Oh, it's my niece's soccer team.

Eight and under. I checked
their scores online and I...

What?

They're in the playoffs.

What do you have on her?

Besides a pant-busting crush?

Her company file is blank.

CIA has a standing kill order
on her. As does Hamas, Sinn F�in.

Pretty much everyone with the exception
of PETA wants this chick amscrayed.

You thinking clear on this? Because every
time you mess up, it's because of a woman.

- Name one time that I...
- Amber.

- Amber's husband was the problem.
- Her husband wasn't the one who shot you.

- Only in the leg.
- What about Emma?

- Doesn't count. I didn't sleep with Emma.
- Because she put a bomb in your car!

I admit, that did take a little of
the romance out of the relationship.

Yeah. And now this chick shows
up and... What's her name, Aisha?

And well, she burns down our hotel.

I'm clear, Roque.

Well, you better be, because I
ain't getting killed by no girl.

It's been a long time since
anyone called me a girl.

She put a bomb in your car?

She was volatile.

Aisha, this is Jensen,
Pooch, Roque, Cougar.

Really? Heh.

Gentlemen, in 97 hours,
Max will be in Miami.

He travels in an armored column
with at least 30 private security...

...armed to the teeth.

You have a better shot at
kidnapping the president.

Good news for you is I have the power
to get you guys back in the U. S...

...and fund the entire
op as you see fit.

You get Max and we're square.

And why should we believe you?

Because I'm the first person you've
met who even admits he exists.

Listen, you guys can all
stay here in Bolivia and rot.

Or you can go home and get
revenge on the man that framed you.

It's your choice.

Colonel?

Don't call me that. We're
not soldiers anymore.

Okay, you know that if we do this...

...we are waging a war against
the Central Intelligence Agency.

They started it.

Okay, here's what I'm hearing.

I'm hearing, "No." I'm hearing,
"Leave." I'm hearing, "I'm sorry."

- Is that what I'm hearing?
- We cannot do what you ask. I'm sorry!

Tell me, Nabil, is this a moral
issue or a financial issue?

- A moral issue.
- Really?

You morally object to this deal?

- Yes, I'm sorry. Please, leave.
- Okay, so that is what I'm hearing.

Now I want you to listen
to me, listen carefully...

...because I want you to hear this.

Wade?

What is this? What are you doing?

No, please!

What the hell was that?

You gave me the nod.

A hit-him-in-the-face nod, not
a throw-him-off-the-roof nod.

- I thought that's what you wanted.
- At most...

...at most, that was
a break-his-fingers nod.

Jesus, Wade. The man
was a scientific genius.

Granted, his weight signaled
certain impulse-control issues...

...but that's no reason to
throw his fat ass off 57 floors.

Sorry.

I think I speak for everyone here
when I say your actions were excessive.

And yes, more than
just a little wasteful.

But then, it does seem to
have had the desired effect.

- I'll tell you what, throw baldy off next.
- No, please. Wait.

We have a different moral
perspective than our late colleague.

I need one to test and four to use.

Four snukes?

We would need much money.

You will have much money.

Welcome back to the land of the living.

How do you wanna begin?

We're gonna go bird hunting.

It's a sonic de-materializer.
Better known as a snuke.

For the 21st-century green terrorist.

Pure destruction.

No pollution.

So who are we selling them to?

Chinese extremists, PLF,
the frigging French Basques.

As long as they have the right
price and are willing to use it.

No stockpiling, no deterrence.

It's like giving a handgun
to a 6-year-old, Wade.

You don't know how it's gonna end...

...but you're pretty sure
it's gonna make the papers.

Another war.

Well, what do you believe in, Wade?

I'm guessing shotguns and big titties.

I also enjoy air shows and beer.

We're saving the country...

...doing something for the benefit
of the United States of America.

I was born in Quebec.

Okay. Then we're saving North America.

Oops. Sorry.

Let me have your weapon, Wade.

Base 1, this is Cavalier 415!

We've been in a collision
with a civilian vehicle.

Carvey's dead and
Freeman's hurt real bad.

We need medevac immediately.

He's got kids, Base 1, he's got kids!

That sucked.

- Roger, Cavalier 415.
- Come on, Jensen. You're better than that.

- Scrambling a chopper. Hang in there.
- He's got kids.

So contrived.

I used to be good at that. Right, Roque?

- Shut up.
- Thanks, man.

Robert De Niro who?

- Jensen, shut up.
- You shut up, Roque.

You're dead. I'm spinal injury.
Spinal injury can talk. Dead can't.

Stop talking or I'll
break your neck really.

You really gotta start
getting into character.

I'm serious, man. Dead guy, no talking.

All right.

Base 1, this is Medvac Delta.
We have visual on Cavalier 415.

Here we go.

Buddy, we'll get you
patched up in no time.

Oh, my God. Hi.

What's your name?

Fire when ready, Cougar.

Ow.

- Oh, shit.
- What the hell's going on?

Woo-hoo.

You've just been
chopper-jacked, fellas.

Where's my wild goose?

The GPS?

Got it!

Have you ever seen
an EMT look like this?

Really, bro? "Hi, what's your name?

I have no legs, but I
wanna take you on a date"?

Yo, J.

What do you think is up with all
this "Don't call me colonel" stuff?

It's classic loss of identity.

Clay defined himself by his
place in military structure...

...his way of measuring the good he did.

Without it, he's just another
loser like the rest of us.

You know cats can make a
thousand different sounds...

...and dogs can only make ten?

Cats. Not to be trusted.

Okay, do me a favor
and never repeat that.

Okay? We're all set.

Ready to take a giant step for...

...guys who like to
steal stuff, I guess.

- Hit it.
- Showtime.

Beautiful.

- Now, that's a rocket!
- Let them chase that.

That is a rocket!

- Wow, shit!
- Did you see that?

Medevac Delta, this is Base 1.

- Oh, my God.
- I'm the black MacGyver. BlaGyver.

- What's your situation? Over.
- Time to move.

Hi.

Where you from originally?

The wilds of Northern Africa.

Wow, so that must've been...

...sandy.

Do you have any hobbies?

When I was little, I
collected human ears.

Good times.

But it's...

No, no, no, my friend, listen.

A gas turbine generator running
a force-fed rectifier unit.

Hook it up to the fuel tank
and... we're in the game.

There are few things in life that liberal
application of duct tape can't solve.

Are small arms gonna be a problem?

It's taken care of. Thanks.

Which brings me to my question, Aisha.

- What do you want with Max?
- Roque.

No. She did her part.

All right?

We got home. I mean,
we could walk right now.

- You can, but we made a deal.
- Fuck deals, okay?

You made a deal with Clay.

I want answers.

Max is trying to buy
next-generation weapons.

I don't know the endgame.

What I do know is when Max takes an
interest in something, people die...

...and world maps get redrawn.

Bullshit. Do you really think you
could take him on, little girl?

No, big boy. You are.

I think I'm just gonna
kill her right now, Clay.

- No, you're not.
- Yes, I am.

I'm right here. You wanna shoot
your bankroll, go right ahead.

Roque.

Roque.

Okay, you stay with us, but if
anything smells like a trap...

...I get to put a bullet in
your skull. Does that sound fair?

That sounds fun.

Sounds like my parents.

- I knew you weren't gonna shoot her.
- Not today.

Southwest perimeter secure.

Load and go.

That's the prize. That's where Max is.

Yeah, I sure hope he doesn't see us
in this bright yellow banana Pinto.

Trying to say that you're embarrassed
to be seen in an American classic?

This is an American classic?

All right.

Here we go.

Let's see what you got.

Good shot.

Clay, where are the seatbelts, bro?

We don't need seatbelts. The
G-forces will hold you in your seat.

Jensen, are we wired?

Max is westbound.

And these hot dogs are delicious.

- This is not a sweet car, dog.
- This is a classic.

Yeah, this is a classic piece of shit.

Come on, back up! Move that car!

Lead vehicle hit. Give me the exits.

Northbound and southbound are blocked.

We're trying to clear now.

Dismount.

Form a defensive perimeter
around the package.

This will wake them up.

Masks on!

Oh, shit.

Pooch?

Open fire! Shoot it down now!

All right, here we go.

Goddamn.

We are under attack. We need backup.

All right, easy. Go to your right now.

All right, ease down,
ease down, to your left.

No, no, your other left. Easy, easy.

- Can you let me do this?
- Sure.

Can you let me do this?

That's right, bitches. I got a crossbow.

Backdoor is sealed. Take him up.

Get out of my way!

Whoa!

- You said small arms weren't a problem.
- Does that look like small arms to you, huh?

- He has a cannon down there.
- Doughnut. Doughnut, doughnut, doughnut!

Shit!

Sure you've done this before?

Okay, right now, not the
time. Not the time right now.

Pooch, what's your status?

Completely irritated and possibly
crashing, but fish is on the hook.

We got Max.

Barely.

Fellas. You're not gonna believe
this shit. Wade was there.

Wade Travis, 7th Group?

He made me, Clay.

No question.

- Who's he? - Ran
counter-guerrilla ops with him.

Just say he's a bad man.

I thought you guys were bad men.

- He's worse.
- All right, but right now, we need to deal...

...with the heavily armed
evil genius inside this truck.

Come on.

You ready?

Open the valve.

All right, let's unlock this thing.

Hit the ground!

Hit the ground or I'll
blow your head off!

Yeah, I don't think so.

First and final warning.

Gasoline, muzzle flash, think about it.

Put them down.

Coug.

- Where is he?
- Who?

Max.

Who the hell is Max?

- I can explain.
- Shut up.

Jensen, open it.

It's a hard drive...

...from Goliath, the multinational
manufacturer of everything.

I'm completely locked out.

Without a decryption key, you're
looking at a really cool paperweight.

Shoot her. Burn everything.

- Don't you wanna find out what's on it?
- No.

I can't find Max.

Nobody can.

But I knew that he was moving
something that was very valuable to him.

Clay!

Whatever it is, we can use
it against him. It's leverage!

The drive is proprietary
technology built by Goliath.

The algorithm's probably
on the mainframe.

- Come on. We're not considering that.
- Wait, wait, wait.

Oh, no, come on, man. We're
not the good guys anymore.

Twenty-five kids.

Twenty-five innocent lives lost
because of this guy. Remember?

- I do.
- You were there.

Yeah, I was there.

- Max is gonna pay.
- Is this a guilt trip?

No, I don't want him to
pay. I want my life back.

Okay? My life back. Enough
of this revenge bullshit.

- I'm killing her right now.
- You don't like the way I'm running things...

...you can find the door.

And go where, Clay?

Huh? Go where?

We're fugitives. Because of you.

What the hell are you
gonna do next, huh?

Put us in a box, because you
got beat by a guy on a radio?

- Hey, whoa.
- Okay, all right, all right.

- Cool out, cool out.
- You shouldn't have done that.

- I did do it.
- You shouldn't have done that.

I'm gonna cut your head off, man.

Bring it!

- Hey, get off!
- Roque.

They know we're alive, Roque.

Only thing we have to use against
them right now is that drive.

She framed us. Are you
guys blind? She framed us!

We hit Goliath Worldwide
headquarters in two days.

You want your life back?
You're gonna have to steal it.

You're wrong, you know that, right?

- Again because of a woman!
- Cut her loose.

Cut her loose.

Cut her loose, Roque.

You cut her loose, bro.

This is on you.

We're all set, sir.

Commence.

- Code.
- Pulsar.

What's pulsar?

What do you know about
deep space tachyons?

Nothing.

- Base-particle string
theory? - Nothing.

Singularity events?

Not a ton.

I think we should move on, then.

I'm gonna give you 45 seconds to
explain what happened to my drive.

And who am I looking at here, Wade?

Clay and his unit.

Clay and his unit? That
sounds like a porno, Wade.

You had them killed four months ago.

I've done a lot in four months, Wade.

I'm a very busy man.

The Bolivia situation?

Fadhil.

The Max intel Fadhil gathered...

Was incinerated along with
everything else in the blast.

These guys survived.

And they have my drive.

Yeah.

Okay, so five dead
men hijacked you, Wade.

Did you happen to find
out who's behind them?

- Not the CIA, NSA, special ops.
- Yeah, I'm aware it's not us.

Seems like the only thing we do
know is who they're coming after.

Get me an 18-man fire team in 12 hours.

- What's the plan?
- What's the plan?

The plan is get me an
18-man fire team in 12 hours.

- Okay.
- Are we clear on the plan?

Or we could do it a third time.

- Clear.
- Good.

Oh, Wade, you know what I was
thinking? I forgot earlier.

Get me an 18-man fire team in 12 hours.

Are we clear?

Do you want some?

Pooch has a wife.

Jensen has a niece.

When all this is over and they go home
to their families, what are you gonna do?

I'll think of something.

They'll never let you be a soldier
again. You know that, right?

- You have no one, do you?
- Do you?

I got Roque.

You know...

...if you two really fought...

...he would kill you.

Why's that?

Because of the others.

You care what happens to them.

And you think that's a weakness?

I know it is.

It's the law of the jungle.

Well, thankfully,
we're not in the jungle.

Yes, we are.

Good morning.

Oh, wow.

That's just peachy.

All right, look.

We're not going anywhere until
you two squash this bullshit.

- We are on a schedule here. Let's go.
- Yeah.

Oh, we're on a schedule. Okay.

What are you doing?

Roque...

...I'm sorry I hit you in the face.

That was good. That was good. Roque?

Roque?

Clay, I'm sorry I threatened
to cut your head off.

Very good. Wow.

Don't you two feel so much better?

- No.
- No.

I don't give a shit, because I do.

Now, I say we go watch Jensen
get himself killed. Yup?

A singer in a smoky room

Smell of wine and cheap perfume

For a smile they can share the night

It goes on and on And on and on

Strangers waiting

Up and down the boulevard

Goliath Worldwide Enterprises.

Mr. Anderson, please.

Mr. Frank Anderson, Human
Resources. One moment, please.

Wow.

Liking the angle of the dangle? Heh.

- Mm.
- Nice.

This is Anderson.

Mr. Anderson, this is Richard
Hertz from Internal Security.

I'm wondering if you'd
make your way to the lobby.

What is this about?

Well, it's a matter of
somewhat sensitive nature...

...involving an individual exposing
himself to women in the elevator.

Nasty business, really.
Best discussed in person.

All right. I'm on my way.

I'll see you there.

Thank you.

Hi.

I'm Skippy from Tech Support, here to
install the firewall on Anderson's system.

You just missed him. But if you want,
you can come back in, like, an hour?

I could be out in minutes.
He doesn't have to be there.

- You can't go in.
- Upstairs is riding me.

- But you can't... Sir...
- Thank you, I appreciate it. I like your dress.

Dress?

Too much.

Algorithm's on the mainframe.

Downloading it now.

- Skippy?
- Hey! Shit.

- Really?
- Oh, ho, wow.

Look, I know this
probably doesn't look...

Clay, I need an exit!

Circle around the north side of
the building. You'll have cover.

Freeze!

Wow, this got serious.

I'm warning you.

I am a lethal killing machine. It
was a secret government experiment.

They did stuff to me. Spooky stuff.

Anal stuff.

Turned me into a dangerous telekinetic.

As the ancient Tibetan
philosophy states:

"Don't start none, won't be none."

Telekinetic your way out of this.

- Pow.
- Ah!

- Poof.
- Argh!

Face down, or I'll make your
heart stop beating with my mind.

Thank you, Cougar.

- Who's got the hard drive?
- Yeah.

And uploading the algorithm.

And...

Holy shit. Girlfriend
was right. Ha, ha, ha.

- It's a courier drive.
- A what?

Twenty-first-century bagman.
Russian mob banks pioneered them.

- Like an electronic bearer bond.
- Okay, all right.

Say that again, but a lot
slower and dumber, please.

Okay. Pretend you are super evil.

And you want to move a ton of
your ill-gotten blood money...

...but you can't,
because it can be tracked.

So you load your cash
onto this bad boy...

...and you can physically
move it anywhere you wanna go.

And we have Max's courier drive, right?

We have Max's $400 million.

All right, Clay, before you go do
something noble like smashing it...

...I say we go on Amazon and get a jet.

It doesn't work that way.

Unfortunately courier drives can only
load and unload on their home systems.

Although if we were gonna buy stuff,
I'd say a canary-yellow stretch Hummer.

No, no. We're gonna
trade it back to him.

He's gonna get his money
and clear our names.

- No, we made a deal.
- Yes.

Aisha.

He's gotta kill us now. You know that.

Yeah, I know that.

This has a record of every IP
address it's been jacked into.

And there's one address
that comes up a lot.

Obviously someplace
this keeps going back to.

Max's base of ops.

Port of Los Angeles.

Thing probably has files on every
black-book op he's ever pulled.

Including Bolivia.

We could hit him there,
we could clean it out...

...expose the world to what he's done.

Clear our names in the process.

All right, it's a good plan.

And we still kill him.

Absolutely.

We appreciate you meeting us
at a single-story facility.

No problem.

I view that entire
incident as your standard...

..."getting to know each
other" business orientation.

I agree.

But now that we do know each other...

...know that if you ever come near me with
that Yankee Doodle, tough-guy bullshit...

...you will be fed to my dogs.

As you know, we had a hiccup
on our end with the money.

One billion dollars.
This is the new price.

- One billion?
- Cash.

Cash is gonna be difficult.

Difficult? Mr. Wade, life the way you
people want to live it is difficult.

You want less difficult? Move
to my country. Study Hinduism.

Meditate. Cultivate
serenity. Way less difficult.

But you want to buy bombs.

I'm afraid that's a more
difficult way of life.

Mr. Wade.

Hello.

He wants one billion, in cash.

That's a lot of paper routes.

Stay wet.

Did you get me my 18-man
firing team I asked for?

- Yup.
- Okay.

Change of plans. Kill them.

Kill my 18 guys?

Or fire them. Whichever is easiest.

Honestly, firing them.

Okay. Did you give them
intel on Clay's people?

- Well, yeah.
- And we're back to killing them.

Fine, I'll kill them.
What are we doing instead?

What's the matter? You related to them?

Actually one of them, yeah.

Really? By blood?

A brother-in-law. I said I'd
kill him. What are we doing?

It's not what we're gonna do.
It's what Clay's gonna do for us.

- And that is?
- Get us our billion, baby.

What are we up against?

Chryon.

Oh, shit.

Who's Chryon?

Chryon Security Solutions.
Ex-Special Forces.

Basically a bunch of guys like Cougar
without the warm and cuddly side.

We start recon at 0600.

Anyone not here for it...

...I'll understand.

I was just going over the plan.

You wanna go over the plan?

Let's go over the plan.

Ah, shit.

You okay?

Petunias are playing
the Marigolds on Sunday.

So?

These are the Marigolds.

Whoa.

- Those are some hard-looking
8-year-olds. - I know.

Look at these inmates. Heh, heh.

What are you doing?

I was just trying to connect Fadhil's
drug operation with Max's cash.

There's about 4 million missing.
I'm trying to track it down.

- What are you doing, Pooch?
- Jensen hacked a satellite for me earlier.

What you need a satellite for?

Wait a second, is that today?

Yeah.

Probably knows if it's
a boy or a girl now.

- Congratulations, man.
- Congratulations.

Thank you, man.

Say that now, but you know Jolene.

She finds out I'm alive,
she's gonna kill me.

I can't let her have
that baby without me.

What? What?

Pooch, we all know
we're gonna die in there.

And we can do that without you.

No, you can't.

Go home.

Got it.

Fadhil's 4 million didn't disappear.
It just went into a private account.

Whose account?

It's a family trust.

Says that in the event of
his death, goes to his kid.

Name of...

- Shit.
- Wow.

Tell me what happened in Bolivia.

We thought we were on a legitimate op.

Paint a terrorist camp
so we could bomb it.

Turns out we were just
executing some Max vendetta.

So you knew nothing about Fadhil?

A target's a target.

Never would have known the difference
if we hadn't seen those kids and gone in.

You went in?

Well, yeah. We had to.

It was 25 innocent kids in there, Aisha.

Did you see him?

Yeah.

Why do you wanna know all this?

Did you kill Fadhil, Clay?

Who are you?

She's Fadhil's daughter, Clay!

She's Fadhil's daughter!
Fadhil's daughter.

Oh, shit.

She's got a gun and it's pointed at
my dick. Clay, it's pointed at my dick.

Rather it was pointed at your face?

I know it makes no sense, but yes.

Better?

Not really.

- Where's your gun, Jensen?
- In the van.

- What's it doing there?
- Not much.

- Would you shut up?
- What if it was pointed at your dick?

- Aah!
- J, where you hit?

She shot me in my arm!

You're gonna live. You're gonna live.

Cougar, be gentle!

Clay.

We gotta go, now.

Come on.

Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.

- Do you have the money?
- Jesus.

Always with the money.

Hi, how are you? How've
you been? Namaste?

I recently attended the funeral of my
best friend who you had thrown off a roof.

How have you been?

I can't complain.

Actually I'm thinking about getting
a satellite radio for my car.

God, you are short.

Seriously, how much do you weigh?

Are you standing in a hole? What...?

We have your ordnances.

Alrighty. Let's make a cash withdrawal.

And who want to be a billionaire?

She burned us.

The whole op's blown.

She knows our names, faces.

Does she know about our families?

Damn it, Clay, look at me.

Does she know about our families?

Yes.

I gotta go home, to Springfield.

Jensen can come with me. His
niece is in New Hampshire.

I'm done.

Well, I'm going to the port, okay?

You get back to your families.

We'll get Max.

I did this. I made the call in
Bolivia. I put your families in danger.

Just let me and Clay finish this.

So you two idiots are
gonna go in there blind?

Three.

Hey, getting shot's great.
I'm up for doing it again.

Four idiots.

You sons of bitches.

I'll drive.

Five.

We're in. Status?

The Pooch is good.

All right, Mojito. It's
just me and you, Papi.

And this hot-ass van.

Hey, you!

And disco.

- What's the password?
- Let us in or I'll kill you.

Correct.

Main server is two skylights
over. I'm coming out of that door.

Be ready to move as soon as Cougar
hits the fire alarm. Get gone.

I'm above the computer
room. Maybe 30 seconds out.

Shit.

Wade's here.

Last chance to get
the hell out of Dodge.

Roger that.

- Hey, Clay.
- Yeah?

Check this out.

Go, Petunias.

And the crowd goes wild.

Where do you think you're going?

How you guys doing?

Cougar, squelch when you're in position.

Squelch.

Cougs? Cougs?

Well, what do we have here?

What's up, fellas?

I think someone's trying to set us up.

Jesus.

Something's not right.

Oh, yeah?

Hello, Clay.

Roque.

Wade.

Yeah.

After the Miami fiasco,
I cut a deal, Clay.

You're a goddamn traitor.

No, you betrayed us!

You were gonna keep planning missions, ways
to find Max, until you got us all killed.

- No.
- Yes! I tried to tell you. You wouldn't listen.

No, you wanted your revenge. The
face-to-face with the big bad wolf.

The voice on the radio.
All that bullshit.

Now I get to walk away.

We all would've walked, Roque.

Don't you get it yet?

There's no server.

Max lured you here.

This is a CIA cash stash.

Kill me now and maybe
you walk away from this.

No, you die later.

You're about to steal a
billion dollars from the CIA.

Congratulations, Roque.

You just helped these assholes get
everything they need to start a war.

We cool?

He's not my problem.

Take him away.

Let's get back to the boat.

Hold on. Hold on.

I followed you everywhere,
man. Everywhere.

Just couldn't do that shit no more.

You're gonna die very badly.

No.

Come on, let's go.

Do you have any fours?

Go fish?

You actually have two fours. Two.

You don't understand this game, do you?

Looks like somebody's money's here.

By the way...

...your ordnances are right here.

Tricky Vikki.

Four snukes and a Ducati.

As requested.

So you're Max?

Welcome to the team.

Supervise the loading of
the money onto our plane.

What do you mean?

What do you mean?!

New change of plan.

Roque.

Move.

Move it. Let's go.

- Get down on your knees.
- You heard him.

No?

Pooch!

- Son of a bitch!
- You know, I like that hat.

That's a great hat.

Hey.

I really don't care if
there's a hole in it.

What are you smiling at?

Now that's a bad-ass chick.

Payback's a bitch.

Never touch the hat. Hm?

Can you stand?

I've been shot in both of my legs.

What kind of dumbass
question is that? Really?

So now we're Mr. Grumpy Pants.

You're not the only one
who's been shot today.

Dude, you're standing.

Back it up.

I'm gonna need you to
arm this device right now.

Extremists are about to be framed
for cratering the great Port of L.A.

- You are insane.
- I am engineering a global terrorist conflict...

...that's finally gonna restore
some order to this big blue marble.

Now light the firecracker.

Cougs.

Clay!

Did you kill him?

My father found out
about Max's real plans.

He was gonna stop him.

Did you kill him?

Yes.

- Aisha, he was a bad man.
- It doesn't matter!

I know.

You can kill me right now.

Or you can let me help
you do what you need to do.

Either way, I get it.

Let's go get Max.

Wade said boat. That
means we're at the docks.

Pooch, can you stand?

Oh. Oh, this is stupid question day.

This is stupid question day.
Nobody decided to tell me.

- No, that's cool. That's awesome.
- Come on, Legless Pooch. I got you.

- Here we go.
- All right, let's move.

This isn't over yet.

Come on, fellas. I hate to rush
you, but I got a plane to catch.

Come on!

There you go, there you go!
Get it in there, let's go!

I got Roque. Rest of you get
Wade. Cougar, run point cover.

Legless Pooch and I are
on it. Come on, buddy.

Call me Legless Pooch again,
you're gonna be Headless Jensen.

I think it's a cool name.
Makes you sound like a pirate.

Your mama's a pirate.

Go!

Cover me!

- Get us in the air.
- We don't have room for lift.

Hey, do as you're told! Go
down there and turn around!

- Shit!
- Damn it.

You know, I always wondered how
this was gonna play out, Clay.

I told you already. You die very badly.

Oh, yeah?

All right.

Oh, my God.

Jensen, run! Run!

- Now I'm definitely gonna cut your head off.
- Go for it.

Son of a bitch!

You lose!

We're clear to take
off. Get us out of here.

Okay, all right.

- Get us out of here.
- Okay!

The ordnance is live.

And this is the remote trigger.

Detonation in ten, nine...

That son of a bitch
is stealing our cash!

Clay, Wade's on the move.

Clay!

You got Wade coming at you!

- Run him over.
- What?

Run him over!

Take him.

Outstanding.

Clay, we got a situation here.

I'm looking at a giant, vibrating
Easter egg from hell and no Max.

I think I see him.

Initiate backup plan C.

The one where you rescue me.

Shit.

ETA? I'm at rendezvous.

Hello?

Hello?

What's the matter? Crappy reception?

- That was my ride.
- Bummer.

- Clay, is it?
- Colonel.

So you know what this is, then?

- Remote pressure trigger.
- Very good.

I release the button for ten
seconds and everything goes boom.

So since you can't shoot me...

Goddamn it!

You wanna try that again?

That hurt.

Having fun? Enjoying yourself?

Give me the trigger, I let you live.

You know the worst thing
about being the good guy?

What's that?

Having to make decisions like this.

Hey! Ha, ha, ha. Look what Pooch found!

Look what I found.

This should do it.

Disarmed.

Hello?

It's Max.

Hi, Max.

Colonel. Nice catch.

We could've shared the dream together.
Now you're back to where you started.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't go that far.

Why's that?

Well, now I know what you look like.

Be seeing you soon, Max.

It's a nice watch, homes.

Come with us.

When this is over and he's dead...

...you and I are gonna
finish that dance.

Fair enough.

Yo, let's go home.

She is volatile.

Poppa, Poppa, we are clear.

Setting perimeter.

You're five by.

I'm a little nervous
about this one, colonel.

Whatever happens, you
get to that package.

- Mission is live.
- Acknowledged.

I'm in.

Okay. The Pooch can do this.

The Pooch can do this.

Hey.

Sir, you can't come in here.

It's okay.

I'm the father.

Where the hell have you been?

Traffic.

Traffic?

It's a boy. It's a boy, Clay.

- And he looks just like me.
- Congrats.

Cheers.

- We're taking a big chance here.
- They're getting slaughtered.

Come on, ref! Watch number
nine! She's throwing elbows!

- Shh.
- Shh.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

Hi. My niece, number 21.

She's the star of the team.

- Diaper change.
- What?

- Colonel, you wanna jump on this for me?
- I'd rather jump on a live grenade.

I'm invested. I have
100 dollars on this game.

Who'd you find to bet on
a girls' soccer game with?

Yeah.

You bet against the Petunias?

Well, he gave me points.

Big mistake.

Let's go, girls. Let's go, girls!

Oh, no.

Hey, hey, hey! You
okay? Are you all right?

- What is that? That is a foul! Are you blind?
- Get off the field, sir! Are you blind?

Hey, boss, boss.

- Get off the field!
- You're not gonna blow your whistle?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

- Better...
- Yeah, we should.

- A girl kicked to the ground is not a foul?
- Get off!

I wanna know who you work
for! How high up does this go?

Get off the field!

This is worse than the NBA!

Okay, come on.

Come on. Loser!

You don't deserve to wear those stripes!

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