Original subtitles

HELEN: Hi, babe.Hey, sweetie, listen.

I'm sorry, but I got some bad news.

The conference is running long.

[school bell rings]Seriously?

I was making your favorite casserole for dinner.

The kids are going to be bummed.

I know, I know, and I'm sorry,

but it's a sales banquet.

And you know Luther, he thinks

no one's going to buy a computer server

unless you eat a rubber chicken breast with them.

[chuckles] It's okay,

I have a million linguistics finals to grade.

But I was really looking forward to seeing you.

No, I know, honey, but it's-it's a big project.

If I get this commission, we can get the dishwasher fixed.

Okay.

Well, have fun in Cleveland.

Who doesn't have fun in Cleveland?

Look, I got to go. The banquet's about to start.

Please don't be mad.

I'm not mad.

Try to enjoy your sales banquet chicken.

I will. I love you.

Kisses.More kisses.

Do you need a hug?

LUTHER: Aw, "Kisses.

Please don't be mad at me"? Seriously?

Let's put a hold on the toxic masculinity.

We're behind schedule.

I love my wife.

Give me a break.

GIB: Okay, mission review.

You go in, kidnap the weapons dealer,

and get him out.

Ambulance arrives in exactly 22 minutes.

Any questions?

HARRY: If we're unclear on the mission

at this point, Gib, I'm pretty sure we're dead.

Aw.

[beeping]

[electronic trilling]

HARRY: We're in place. Initiate.

GIB: Luther, buddy, you're up.

LUTHER: Man, I love this thing.

It slices, it dices,

it cuts through carbon steel bars,

and it's still sharp enough to slice through a tomato.

Boys and their toys.

My next op, I need a smaller gun

or a bigger suit.

GIB: Uh, you're grabbing one of the biggest

weapons dealers in the hemisphere.

It's not supposed to be easy.

HARRY: Easy for you to say, Gib.

You don't have to carry a 200-pound bad guy

halfway across the Caribbean.

Aw. Field agents get all the glory

and all the lower back pain.

Maybe you'll remember that the next time

you make fun of me for sitting in a van all day.

Have all you want.

Your dad's not going to make it to dinner, so...

What, he's not?

Yeah, I thought he was supposed to be home tonight.

Uh, I guess he got stuck

at a sales conference in Cleveland.

Poor Dad.

Seriously, when is he

not stuck at a sales conference?

I know it happens a lot, but you know what your dad says.

"Computers don't sell themselves."

[chuckles]

Yeah, but he should still have a life.

I mean, it's not like he's saving the world.

Can't he just tell them no?

I wish.

HARRY: Oh, boy. This is not good.

Trilby didn't tell us who's on the guest list.

It's a who's who of global bad guys.

Gib, why didn't we get a full report

on what we're walking into?

This is a nightmare.

GIB: Talk to the boss, man. I just work here.

What's your approach?HARRY: The catering van

with the grill at the backside of the house.

All right, let's roll.

["Icky Thump" by The White Stripes playing]

♪ Ya-hee, icky thump, who'd have thunk? ♪

♪ Sitting drunk on a wagon to Mexico ♪

♪ Ah, well, what a chump, and my head ♪

♪ Got a bump when I hit it on the radio ♪

♪ Redhead señorita looking dead ♪

♪ Came and said, "I need a bed" en español ♪

Okay, guys, once you clear the catering area,

you're gonna want to scale

the second balcony on your...

left. On your left.

Rand's office is on the far east

end of the home.

Remember,

once you get inside,

any sound over a normal speaking voice

will set off the alarm.

So, when you grab him,

no yelling, no shooting.

Harry, keep it quiet.

[door opens]

Excuse me?

What are you doing in here?

I was getting bored downstairs.

Just looking for some fun.

♪ Icky thump, with a lump in my throat ♪

♪ Grabbed my coat, and I was freaking, I was ready to go ♪

♪ And I swear beside the hair, she had one white eye ♪

♪ One blank stare, looking up, lying there ♪

♪ On the stand near her hand was a candy cane ♪

♪ Black rum, sugar cane, dry ice, something strange ♪

♪ La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la... [thump]

Harry, what was that?

I told you, nothing over a normal speaking voice.

[whispering]: It's fine, won't happen again.

M-Make sure it doesn't.

We're about one wet fart away from dead, okay?

Now, get in your uniforms, get that stretcher set up,

and kill the security system. We got to move.

Luther, you're gonna find the keypad

for the security system

behind the painting on the west wall.

Get that thing decoded and shut it down.

[phone dings]Also, Harry,