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Pussies.

Where the fuck have you been?

Do they see you? Of course they don't fucking see me.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm hungry.

I'm tired.

Oh, shit.

Okay, we have to go.

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Guys, get the fucks here, hurry up!

Hurry up, Carlson!

We don't fucking need them!

Oh, fuck!

God, I don't know how...

Nearly there, nearly there, lad.

Hurry up! I'm gonna get you some painkillers in a second.

Shut your whining!

Come on, please!

-Who are these people? -Come on!

What the fuck are they doing here?

How many did you see, Reeves?

I just heard them.

Come on!

Around 20, maybe more.

Sounded like an armoured vehicle, too.

Aye.

So, in short, we don't want to run into those fuckers again, eh?

Aye.

-How's he doing? -I'm no expert.

Looks like he hurt his leg.

Oh, please.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

What did you say, copper?

Fuck you!

You're a fucking man!

My money's on the fact that Evans left his

brain in that forest and it was friendly fire.

Oh, come on!

For fuck's sake!

Fuck!

Come on!

Oh, fuck.

Think they're gonna follow us?

No, I don't think so.

I reckon they're heading north.

Oh, well, either way, we can't stay here.

Carlson!

We can't let them fire.

Oh, fuck, he's fucked.

Stitch him!

For fuck's sake!

You OK?

Take your fucking medicine.

Oh, fuck it.

-Fuck it. -Ah, man of the moment, Evans.

Take a knee, son.

All right, before you get your head blown off, did you find anything?

Evans, did you find transport?

Evans, did you find anything?

Jeep.

Unlocked.

Some building south.

Right.

Carlson, Gantz, you've got what's left of Mr. Capper.

Reeves, you're on point.

Evans, you're our tail gunner.

-Go on. -Up! -Right.

I always get the shit jobs.

Reeves, on point.

You all right, mate? Go on. No, it's my fault.

I froze.

I fucked it. I could hear them, and I fucked it.

Shut up, Evans. Get a fucking shift on.

Come on.

You ready?

Move.

Quiet.

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Reeves, what do you see?

Looks like an old farm.

Any sign of movement?

Yeah, it looks pretty deserted.

Fuck this gungo shit.

What do you reckon?

We've got the cargo.

We wait for Reeves to give us the all clear.

I found a jeep

Reeves?

Reeves?

Yeah, I can hear Jenny.

Evans, let's get Capper up.

I cannot go there!

Evans, you've not had the best start to this operation.

Let's not fuck it up anymore.

Now suck it in, remember your training, and get on with it.

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He's getting sick, boss.

For fuck's sake.

Right, we'll take that sign of Reeves as they all clear.

Gants, off you go.

Get up, you.

Up, up.

Patterson, help Evans.

Go.

Freeze, you fucking rookie.

I remember my first drink, Reeves.

Wait.

Move, move.

Get over here, against the wall.

Not as fit as you used to be, eh?

I'm fine.

Let me have a little look.

No, no, I'm fine.

Do not move.

Evans, stick Hop along on the back of the jeep, eh?

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Carlson, anytime you're ready.

Don't touch a fucking thing!

Do you need water?

Yeah, do you not?

Nah, I'm out.

You drunk already?

Secure the area, Mr. Gantz.

When you're ready, Carlson.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

That's Russian.

Okay?

Carson!

Carson, fucker, hurry up, please.

Evans, now you've stuck him in the back, go and try and start the thing.

Get another fucking jack.

This is starting to wear off.

Do I have to tell you everything?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry.

Please.

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No!

No!

It's alright, it's alright.

Karl, keep it to him.

Keep it to him, don't.

Okay.

Big bummer, but...

Look at me.

-Look at me. -You're okay. -Look at me.

-You're okay. -Calm down.

You're okay.

You're okay.

Come on, Smith.

Go for Smith.

Fucking warehouse is full of bodies.

What?

I think it's D-group.

How many?

I don't know.

I can't tell.

Understood.

Check them for dog tags, any identifying marks.

Look at me.

-Look at me. -Have a look.

There you are now.

Your grand.

Look at me.

-Look at me. -Look at me.

-Come on. -Get it together. -Look at me.

Jeez.

-Oh. -Stay there.

It's...

It's not good.

Oh, really, Mr. Gant?

You're subject to bleeding obvious, is it?

Right, this is what we're going to do.

Carlson, you're going to hold Mr. Evans'

hand until he returns to the land of the living.

Reeves, you're going to keep your stomach contents intact

for the next five minutes, grow a pair of clackers, and

accompany Mr. Gant to find another way out of this shit-stye!

Now move it!

Go on, go on, I'm going to give you an injection.

You're going to calm down.

Carlson, shut him up.

There you are.

Jesus Christ.

I'll be better with a platoon of MONKEYS!

Yeah, come here, look at me.

Keep a-breathing.

Keep a count.

Looks like D-team.

Well, how can you tell?

Smith used to run up here and see how it followed you.

Used to call these dickheads his easy top brigade.

I think the lads will be able to top it again.

We've been doing jobs on the circuit for years.

More mercs.

Careful how you use that word now, Mr. Hoot.

Well, we're hardly soldiers of fortune, are we?

I'd recognize these wankers even without their heads.

Two hostages?

It can fucking count.

Smiths should have known they were here at St. Salma's.

Look at him fucking suds.

Why do they always cut their fucking heads off?

Maybe they don't like feet.

It's so funny.

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Oi!

You all right, love?

Speak English.

Is she armed?

She holds your hands off.

Have you ever seen anything like this?

No.

Fucking braggart.

You

speak English?

Right, she's moving.

Nice and easy, love.

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KELSEY!

Fucking get Kelsey to do it.

KELSEY!

Yeah, I'm lacing her again.

She was definitely conscious when you found her, yeah?

Yeah.

Come in, Smith.

Officer, mate.

Uh, yeah, we got a city here.

What?

It looks like she's been poisoned.

Hold her down.

Hold her down.

-That's it. -I got her.

Yeah, I got her.

It's impossible to tell how without getting her to a hospital.

Is she going to live?

The chances are yes, but...

The girl comes with us.

Move.

You've got to be kidding.

Okay.

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It's too easy.

How's she doing?

We got no fleet!

Raise your fucking weapon at once!

I think we should probably go, don't you?

What about Kappa?

He's sedated. We can't fucking carry him.

We can't just fucking leave him.

Well, he'll seem dead like the rest of them.

It's the best chance he has.

It's the only chance he has!

Reefs, bring the girl now!

Fuckers, come on!

Fucking ridiculous.

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What the fuck is Evans?

Caution!

-Smith! -Reeves!

CARSELL!

Havoc! Havoc, get a fucking move on!

-Come on! -Come on, mate!

Come on!

What am I doing?

Smack!

-Evans! -Come on!

Get me.

Rex!

He's going back!

We have to...

Go!

Come on!

Okay, come on.

-Come on. -Come on.

Why do you fucking lock me in here?

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Fuck.

If you've got any water, look after your fucking self.

What the hell happened to Evans?

What the fuck's all wrong with Evans?

We couldn't get this team together.

Stay together, we stay safe, you stay alive.

Fucking lucky cunts.

Fuckin' left me.

Don't leave me in here.

Ah, gentlemen, glad you could join us.

So, what happened back there was a massive fuck-up.

No more, eh?

We'll never outrun them.

We need to leave somebody behind.

You volunteering yourselves?

They're slowing us down.

These bastards brought us here in the first place.

Stop this.

To be clear, anyone harms the cargo, I put a bullet in them.

They're fucking animals.

They're our paycheck, Mr. Gantz.

Come on, we've got to stay together.

We need to find shelter.

Quickly.

Come on, up, up!

Reese, give us a hand here, will you?

Moose! Moose!

Why did Evans even turn back?

I don't know.

She's not fucking part of the mission.

Keep up.

We've got to find shelter.

It's gonna be dark soon.

Reeves, there's some sort of armoured vehicle up ahead.

Go and recce it.

Now.

Yeah, roger that.

Just stay quiet.

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Yeah, it looks abandoned.

Reeves.

Yeah, that's clear.

Okay.

Reeves has given us the all clear.

We can advance in the vehicle.

Gantz, you're our tail end, Charlie.

Look after our rear. Carlson, bring the guard.

Moose!

-3... -2... -1...

Christ.

How do you say?

WHAT'S HAPPENING, GUYS?

Come on, let's go.

Every side!

We need to get into this bulldog now!

There's only room for six.

-We'll choose one. -What?

Make the choice so we can close the fucking hatch!

Is she gonna make it?

No, I need to work on her now.

The girl stays.

Roll choice. Carson, get that girl in the van now!

Help her!

Oh

I'll kill you, you dirty fucking bastard!

I'm gonna look into your fucking eyes, I do!

FUCKING BITCHES!

Go and get what's left of the cargo!

-You're fucking joking! -No!

Fuck!

Get in!

-Get in! -Close the hatch!

Close it!

For fuck's sake!

I left my fucking rifle out there!

Never kill the fucking cargoes!

They were trying to fucking kill us!

What, with both hands tied?

Two starving hostages?

Jesus Christ, you probably killed this one as well, Gantz.

Face no more.

I could only see one of them.

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Three hours for half an hour.

Carlson, once you've sorted her out, have a

look at Gans, see if he can stop that bleeding.

Do him something for the pain.

Get him to shut up.

Suck it in just now, Gans.

-Ralph. -I'll get you in a minute.

Okay.

How's she doing?

Yeah, she's fine. She's okay. Oh, get her up, Garson.

I'm fine, Gance.

Just a little flesh wound.

Okay.

For fuck's sake, Carson, just fucking stick with me, son.

Just fuck up, Gant.

Possum, c'mon.

That's a flesh wound, it's fine.

Stop moaning.

Can we get to the driver's compartment?

It's charred salt.

Keep that fucking animal away from me.

What, the one you feared didn't manage to kill?

-Checking fire. -Quiet.

Get in here, get the fuck in here.

They'll check it for weeks, Pats.

No, we'll find Annie.

She pulled off the bill at the last.

Okay, they're here.

They're here.

-Come on! -Move it!

Fuck it everywhere.

I'm fucking surrounded.

Fuck, hold on.

-Grab it! -Grab it! -Hold it!

Fucking hold it!

The fucking thing's opening!

Carson, go to the left.

Kick it!

Oh, for fuck's sake.

They're not going to get in.

The door's jammed.

Are you saying we're fucking stuck in here?

Do you really want to go out there again, Mr Gants?

That'll be your second wise move of the day.

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Here, get his head off.

Give him a little bit of air.

Oh, nail that.

You are fucking kidding me.

Fuck's sake.

Why don't you put us in here?

What now?

As it looks like for the first time in 24 hours no

one's trying to kill us, I suggest we use this time wisely.

Get some shut-eye.

Don't know when we're gonna get the chance again.

That's a good idea.

Oh, I won't be able to fucking sleep.

You got something to help, Constance?

Yeah, here.

Take one of those.

Thank you.

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Peace.

What's that smell?

The whole place is surrounded by death.

You'll soon get used to it.

What are you writing?

Just notes.

Wouldn't want to forget any of this, would we?

Anything?

We'll just let them sleep for now.

They'll soon be awake.

I need water.

I've not got much to go around.

Oh.

The door's still jammed.

Well, it would appear for the moment that

we're trapped inside here, but at least we're alive.

Aye.

For how long?

We're out in the open here.

We're like a fucking turd on a billiard table.

Well, any chance of getting this thing moving, Mr Gantz?

Last time I looked, the business end was that way.

You should stay back there.

-Yeah. -By the door.

Yeah, I think there's enough room to

squeeze through if I pass the remaining boxes back.

I don't think so.

Price tag's mine on this one, Rocky.

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Bye.

Let's just have a party back here.

Fuck.

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You wanna fucking help me?

Get your foot out of the fucking way, you fat cunt.

Oh.

Oh.

Meow.

What a movie of fuck!

Guts.

Mate, can you hear me?

That's his world in shock.

I've got a fucking budget!

Come on, you impish little shit.

Gads, how's it looking?

Fuck off, Reeves!

It's Dutch!

Fucking life.

Guys, we need to keep trying.

Fuck.

How's it looking?

Engine's been immobilized somehow.

And the tools we need to fix it are in

an access hatch on the outside of the tank.

We can remove some of the access panels in the

driver's compartment and reach into the engine from the inside.

But we need a tool kit to remove the old rivets first.

Any fucking ideas?

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I think I'll go somewhere, yeah?

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The fuck is that?

Be careful, Mr. Gantz.

What is this?

Kratos.

Let me see.

Strength and power.

What?

It's ancient Greek.

What the fuck is she talking about?

Let her speak.

In ancient Greek, Kratos is strength and power.

I was a teacher.

Kratos was the guardian of Zeus, god of gods, and him

and his brothers would wage war on anyone who opposed them.

And what's it doing in here?

This is bullshit.

She's fucking crazy.

No, no, no, no.

Sit down, sit down.

Sit down, sit down, sit down.

Sit down.

-Okay? -Are you okay?

No.

I need to take a shit.

Now let's concentrate on getting out of here as quickly as possible.

Yeah, I'll be right back.

Why don't I search some more?

Not much left on this side.

I've got a toolkit here.

Keys to the kingdom, eh?

I brought you to it.

Sedate her.

You sedate her, yeah.

Sedate her.

You fucking sedate her.

It's alright.

Hurry up.

I'm going, I'm going. You're okay, sweetie.

You're okay, sweetie.

Fucking hurry up, yeah.

Come on, okay?

Get in your room.

Get in your room.

That's it.

There you are.

There you are.

Okay?

Let's get her up

Alright, go and get some rest.

We'll start again in the morning.

Agreed.

No more.

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Why are you always wearing that look?

You write a story to read to us all.

Smith, you can't burn that thing alive!

You alright?

Here, take this.

You need to keep warm.

You're just a mercenary, aren't you?

It's not like that.

I wouldn't trust a single one of you, and it is like that.

It's exactly like that.

Well, consider it a blessing.

You'd be dead otherwise.

I can see that you know something's not right here.

There's a lot of things not right with this place.

I can't remember anything.

That's weird.

How long have you been a teacher?

-What? -How long? -Why does that matter?

Why were you taken?

I don't know.

What is going on?

What are you doing here?

Why are you here?

I'm doing a job.

I know that you're a liar.

You don't know anything about me.

What have you done?

Are you a terrorist?

Come on.

Why are you wearing an orange suit?

I don't know.

Go to sleep.

They're attacking us.

They're attacking us again.

What is that?

I'll tell you what, I'll tell you what, okay?

What if it's you?

We'll see.

What the fuck are you writing?

Just...

Why are you always writing in that book?

What is going on?

What is that?

Just leave it.

You write a story to read to us all.

You give me back that book.

You give me back that fucking book!

Get fucked!

You don't understand.

You don't understand!

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Thank you.

Gantz, you alright?

Couldn't sleep.

Thought I'd crack on.

There's fucking orange shit everywhere!

Gads, what's the story with the engine?

Can't reach it.

Just keep going, all right?

Fucking hopeless.

Fuck.

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Guts!

That's right

Gantz!

Gantz, what's happening?

Fuck!

Gantz, I'm coming in!

-KILL! -KILL!

Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Gads!

That sucks!

I don't know!

I hate it again! I don't know what's going on!

Sorry.

It's all right, okay?

We're here.

It's all right.

What are you saying?

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

All right, I can't fix it.

I love it.

I'm not going back in there.

All right, okay.

I'm not going back in there.

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Okay, I've given him a sedative.

It's gonna slow his heart rate down, keep him calm.

What's happened to him?

I don't know.

It looks like he's ingested something.

Ingested what?

I don't know.

But something isn't right here.

Yeah, right, this is what's gonna happen.

You're gonna wrap it.

You, Reeves, get up the front, figure out what

happened to Gant, and get this fucking shit heap started.

Now!

Get on with it!

What you said.

Come on!

God damn you, Evans.

Smith?

Oh, Carlson, it's a fucking record-stuck or something.

I don't know.

Just get on with it, do your job, and try and find something useful.

They've got my phone

There's medical reports here, they've

got tests on us, there's been experiments.

It's just a see-through.

What the fuck is this, Smith?

I don't know.

What the fuck is going on?

I've never seen anything like this before, all right?

I don't know.

There's your fucking file.

What the fuck is this?

Smith, what the fuck is going on?

This isn't possible.

Well?

I knew there'd be gasoline.

They're our files, Cos.

They're our fucking files!

What the fuck is this?

Come on, let's go.

from a mountain overhead.

to the sky, oh, an Irish soldier coming through.

Honey, I've seen you be quite feared as the ice.

Oh, and stand in the band like a true Irish man.

I'd go and fight the fortunes of the crown.

Let's go. Let's go. Or will you march with Odie to an Irish battlefield?

For tonight, we're going to free our works for time.

-Cap. -How's everybody in there?

Whoa.

Hey, idiot.

Ah.

Capa, you're alive.

Yeah, man.

I'm very much alive.

Where have you been?

More alive than I've ever been in my motherfucking life.

Capa, the door's jammed.

We're trapped. You got yourself a little bit of a predicament in there, I see.

Hold her, please.

Fucking hold her.

Oh, fuck her.

Fuck you.

Help.

Help.

Just help us get the door open.

Why the fuck do I want to let you?

You wouldn't be happy out here.

You wouldn't be happy out here.

You wouldn't know what to do with all this freedom.

You got each other.

I don't.

I'm all out here on my own.

Please, Capa.

You should have fucking thought about that before you left me there.

You left me to die.

There wasn't enough time, mate.

There's never enough time, my friend.

Bet you got enough time now, though.

In the belly of that bulldog.

We had to run.

Oh, you had to run?

-What? -Why did you fucking run?

What was I running?

Can you remember why you ran?

I don't think so.

We were running from...

You ran, and you didn't know why you ran.

You want me to jog your memory?

OK.

Oh, Jesus.

Come on, will you fucking help me?

Oh, fuck.

-OK. -There you are.

There you are.

OK.

Oh That's been so lonely without

you you're my little baby

You fucking left her too, but I went back.

Why couldn't you carry me?

Why couldn't you fucking carry me?

Kepa, what have you done?

Yeah.

Fear.

Fear makes a man run, Reeves.

Fear.

Oh, God. You can run, but you can't hide, baby.

Old Cap is gonna find you.

Okay, we've got her for the moment.

We need to get these two to a hospital, okay?

Oh

We need to get out of here.

It was a mornin' in July

I was walkin' through Tipperary

From the mountains overhead As I looked

up to the sky I

saw an Irish soldier, laddie Copper, copper Quite

fearlessly I said Copper Will you dance in a band like a true Irishman?

Jesus Christ!

Portions of the crowd Oh, will you march Without nails To an

Irish battlefield For tonight For God

afraid On Wexford town Copper!

Copper!

We're fuckin' stuck in here!

Why don't you fuckin' spoon each other You dirty little sardines Copper!

Is that you, Smithy?

Copper!

Copper!

Oh, Smith!

Mon Capitan!

ah listen to me this isn't a game

You let us out of here, nothing will happen to you!

Caput!

No harm will come to you, capper.

Yeah, fuck you, Smith.

Don't you fuck with me.

Hey, Smithy boy, you know better than anybody how this game ends.

You worked it all out, haven't you, Smith?

You writing it all down in your little notebook?

You still got your notebook, man?

Writing it all down?

Watching everybody?

Yeah, fuck you, cop-o!

Yeah, fuck you too!

Fuck you!

Fuck you, laddies!

I ain't open no fucking door!

What are you, Carson?

My little sister of mercy.

Florence fucking Nightingale.

Little Dr. Death.

You just fuckin' jagged me and left me for dead.

I was only wounded and you left me!

Shoes on your other foot now, sister.

Riddle me this, Carson, have you worked out yet what you're jagging them with?

Have you worked that one out yet, sweetheart?

Fucking Florence Nightingale, my hoe.

Fucking Benninger tits.

Heart like a swinging brick.

I was just fucking wounded.

Where were you, Dad?

Where the fuck were you, Dad?

Fuck you, copper!

Fuck you!

It wasn't meant to be this way!

What wasn't?

What the fuck are you talking about?

It wasn't fucking meant to be this way!

Copper!

Where is it?

Just fucking wounded and you left me for dead.

And you want me to let you out?

Fuck you and your nylon underwear.

You're staying in there.

What wasn't meant to be like this?

Smith, what the fuck is going on?

Ooh, Reeves, it sounds like you're in charge now.

It's not supposed to fucking be like this.

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And now, a word from our sponsors.

We thought this thing wasn't gonna work

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Oh, baby, it works all right.

That's all of it.

I'm yours, stuck in a fucking tight...

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Dut da da da da da da da da da da da...

C'mon, hehe!

He toto!

He toto!

Come on.

I'm gonna die, Capcom.

What else do you think?

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Let's hear it!

That's it, son.

Turn around.

Come to daddy.

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You nearly got me where you want me, son!

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I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Ah, go on, you big fat...

Hey, Reeves, you got me where you want me, baby.

I couldn't make a more fucking easy for ya!

I'm all yours, come take me if you can, bitch, no!

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-No! -No!

All right.

Thank you.

Wow

It worked.

Good.

Get me...

Get me...

Get me outta here.

Neutralize him.

Oh, get me...

Get me outta here.

I'm outta here!

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The experiment is about to begin.

The experiment is about to begin.

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