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[silence]

[electronic burst]

- It was one of those days.

[intense music]

[guns firing]

It was definitely one of those days.

I hate those days.

Was yesterday your birthday?

- Looks more like your friends.

- Well, you threw a party.

[guns firing]

- Watch this.

[loud booming]

The party's over. - Let's go.

[intense music] [guns firing]

- Eagle's Nest.

This is Archangel.

Do you copy?

- Did he put you on hold?

[jets whistling]

- [Pilot] ETA over head, one minute.

- You said that an hour ago, you ass.

- [Pilot] Sorry, Archangel.

- I'm gettin' a little tired of this shit, Skip.

- You know what our problem is, don't you?

[guns firing]

- Please enlighten me.

- We keep comin' back.

- But I like that part.

- [Pilot] Archangel, heavy load inbound on mark.

- Negative, not on mark.

- What?

- Cossidy, five, zero, zero, over.

[guns firing] [intense music]

- [Pilot] Traffic load on mark.

In five, four, three, two.

[explosions booming]

Archangel.

Archangel, come in.

Archangel, come in, over.

[western rock music]

- Well, he's here.

- What ever gave you that idea?

- You know, it's a soldier thing.

I can sense it.

[doorbell rings]

[doorbell rings]

[doorbell rings]

- Roger, honey. [giggles]

- Will you make the bad thing go away?

- Don't worry, Mindy'll get it.

- I thought you were Mindy.

- Oh, hi Tony.

Roger's asleep.

He told me to tell you he's not here.

- My bad.

God, what was I thinking?

It's like the crack of three.

- Come in.

[western rock music]

- Eyes above deck, soldier.

- We're here, you know,

when in Rome.

Oh, you poor bastard.

You must hate your life.

- Hey, Tony.

- [clears throat] Roger.

Roger?

Roger!

It's time to wake up and go to work.

- You gave me two weeks off.

- Yeah, and it's been three weeks.

Whatcha been up to?

Yeah, all play and no work makes for bad business, buddy.

Time to go.

- Who invited us to what dance?

- The question I've been waiting for you to ask.

[exhales loudly] Your ex-uncle.

- What? - Don't worry.

There won't be any army brass or any politics, I swear.

- We don't--

- Just because we're not working for them

doesn't mean we can't take referrals.

- Fine.

- Tony, you really should come visit us more often.

- There's a good idea.

[girls laughing]

- [Tony] Five minutes.

- He say five minutes?

- [Mindy] That is not long enough.

[light guitar music]

- One of them's like the good one,

and one of them's the evil one, right?

You got a guy here who's on his third divorce.

She took everything fun from me.

I live vicariously through you.

- That bitch actually took the ice cube trays

from the freezer, didn't she?

- Ah ha ha.

- Who's the guy we're meeting?

- His name is Carter.

He works for a big military subcontractor.

He's a problem with one of the countries

we helped liberate a few years ago.

- You may have to narrow that down a little bit.

- It's north of the Stands,

west of the Iron Curtain.

Think Kosovo.

It's civil war, genocide, under duress, the usual shit.

- Oh yeah, one of them. - Yeah.

- Oh, thank you, darling.

- [Tony] Thank you.

- When in Rome, go with it.

- You had enough.

- All right, it's time to shape up.

I'll handle the introductions, okay?

Anthony Carter,

I'd like to introduce you to Roger Steinrich,

and of course, you remember the delightful

and lovely Heather.

- Yes, Miss Cartwright.

Pleasure to see you again.

- Good evening, Mr. Carter.

It's good to see you.

- I've heard a lot about you.

You seem like you might be the right man for the job.

- You have a little problem for me to solve.

- [exhales loudly] Well, I'm sure your colleagues

have already briefed you,

but yes, my company was contracted by the local government

to assist in setting up a certain infrastructure, security.

Some folks used to call it nation building,

before those became dirty words.

The past six months,

a criminal gang has knocked off

quite a large number of our people.

- And the local UN can't help?

- [chuckles] Yeah.

Well, they're just there as observers.

The blue hats,

they don't like to shoot guns.

- And you thought it a brilliant idea

to outsource this little problem to us, because?

- Because the lovely Miss Cartwright did a good job of

selling us on your team.

- Did she now?

That woman will say the strangest things.

- Are there any more questions?

- When do you need us to leave?

- Tomorrow,

assuming the captain isn't too hungover.

- I'm good.

- Or as soon as you can round up your team.

- All right. - Time to go.

Any chance we could just start

by hiring the bad guys like we used to?

Yeah, no problem.

- Have a good evening.

- Here you go, guys.

["Hanging Tree" by The Elliot Pound Band]

- Thank you, miss. - You're welcome.

Here's your ginger ale, hon.

- Thank you, darlin'.

- Ginger ale? Hold it. Wait, wait, wait.

What exactly in this good book of yours

is to say you can't drink with your buddies no more?

Remember the bond, the brotherhood we had?

We used to tear this city down.

- It's not that specific, Red,

and besides,

there's drinking,

and there's gettin' drunk.

- Aren't you the intellectual?

- You guys, what's the matter with Blondie there?

- Newbie.

- Can't hold a beer anymore?

- Don't you still need a training manual

to hold your pecker?

- [laughs] Pecker.

- At least I don't need a penicillin every month to hold it.

- Shit.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Get out of here, Newbie.

Just a kid. - You're right.

Maybe it's something that we say?

- [Both] Hell no. [laughs]

- Not at all.

- Oh, they're not even fighting.

Thank you, but-- - Give it time.

Give it time, we just got here.

- Always a show.

- That's what I like to see, a little conviction!

- Look, if you're trying to piss me off,

you succeeded.

Congratulations, you did it. Leave me alone.

- Blondie, I was tryin' to see if you still

got the balls to do what we do.

- Trust me, Red.

You don't.

- Why is that, altar boy?

- Hey, Chase.

- Hey, sweetheart, how are you?

- Better now that you're here.

- [laughs] Told you.

- Some things never change. - Never do.

[glass shatters] [groans loudly]

- Oh, there it is.

- Oh, I told you it wouldn't take longer than two minutes.

- It took them longer than usual.

- They're maturing. - They're getting better.

- [laughs] It's on.

Come on, fuckin' jar head.

You need to watch your ass.

- I'm a ranger, tough guy.

What are you gonna do?

[yells painfully]

- That's what I'm gonna do!

[grunts loudly]

- [Bar Goer] Get off him!

[all grunting] [bar goers chattering]

- Dumb son of a bitch! [yells painfully]

- Shall we get the car?

[grunts loudly]

[grunts triumphantly]

- Come on! Who's left? - Oh yeah.

- [Chase] Oh.

- Frickin' Newbie.

- What's up, Blondie?

- Hey, Skip. - Hey, boys.

[grunts loudly]

- Hey, Skip. - Hey, guys.

- We thought you were gone playin' with the twins.

[glass shatters]

Thanks, Doc.

- If you gentlemen are done playing around,

we got a little work to do.

Pile up.

- All right, guys, you heard Skipper.

- Get in here.

All right, Newbie's first bar fight.

Popped his cherry.

Just gettin' warmed up.

Where we headin' next?

- Airport.

- Twist him like a jar head.

So long, boys.

[tires screeching] [motorcycle humming]

[electronic static]

[helicopters chopping] [intense music]

- And remember to stay clear of the Danish UN contention.

- Always room for one more, brother.

- Yeah.

Part of me misses this.

- Roger that.

- Roger what?

- Boris.

Boris.

[arrow whooshing]

Boris.

Boris.

Commander.

He stepped on landmine.

I need help.

Commander.

Commander?

Hello?

Can anybody hear me?

Commander!

[gun bangs] [screams]

[gun bangs] [explosion booms]

[helicopter chopping]

[harmonica music]

- Play something a little more cheerful.

We're not going to die.

- So, we back out here to get

the same ole bad guys as usual or what?

- It's what the man said.

- So, back home in time for supper?

- Hoorah.

- What? - Hoorah?

- [laughs] I don't know about you kids,

but I hope we get to stick around a little bit.

I wanna play.

- Too much violence in civilian life.

- Well, I'm with Blondie on this one.

I just wanna go home.

Let's get this thing done, yeah?

- What, are you gettin' old, Skip?

- Yeah, a drunken, oversexed lifestyle.

It's rough.

[all chuckling]

- Wakin' up in a puddle of your own vomit every day

is hell on the feeding, Bill.

- Better to burn up, then fade away, brother.

- I was thinkin' maids in shorter skirts.

- Brother, what kinda operation

do you think I'm running here?

My maids don't have skirts. [all laughing]

- You guys are foul.

- Foul?

- Who the fuck says "foul," Blondie?

- Okay, that's repulsive.

Is that better? Is that okay?

Repulsive.

- Well, you guys, actually, you are a little foul.

- You got that right.

- [Pilot] We have dry feet.

One minute to drop.

- Showtime, boys.

- Blondie,

sure hope you brought God with you,

'cause I don't know if you looked down,

because he sure as hell ain't here.

- There, Chase, there.

- You know these things will kill ya?

- What, do you wanna live forever?

- I couldn't stand the company.

[laughs]

[helicopter chopping]

[rock music]

- [Pilot] Hey, y'all smokin' back there in my bird?

- God damn is it hot.

- Gosh darn.

Don't take the Lord's name in vain.

- Well, he did pick the biggest God damn gun in the arsenal.

- It's the best thing the German's ever made,

granddaddy of 'em all.

You'll be thankin' me later.

What you got, Skip?

- Two clicks that way over that hill.

Seems to be where all the fun happenin' to be happenin'.

- Let's go say hello.

- Let's go say hello.

Lead the way, kiddo.

What do you got?

- I don't know,

but I feel like something's watching us.

- How long?

- Not sure.

About an hour,

hour and a half.

- Where?

- Up there on the ridge.

- Hey, what are they doing?

- What do you guys think, ambush?

- Who in the hell's these guys think they are?

- No, no guys.

What's out there ain't no man.

[intense music]

We're all gonna die.

[all laughing]

- Come on.

[intense music]

- Flash!

- Get where?

- Backtrack, thinking.

- Roger that.

- Come check this out.

- No! [loud explosion]

Doc!

Booby trap.

Doc, how's he doin'?

- He's messed up, skip.

- Patch him up, ready to travel.

What do you got?

- It's gonna sound crazy,

but I smell soap.

- Soap?

- Yeah, soap.

- Please, don't lose it on me here.

- Brother, I'm tryin' not to.

- [Blondie] This way, 3:00.

- Go light.

Thor.

This way, on me.

Blondie, go top side.

You got 'em.

[intense drum music]

Doc, get him moving.

- Come, we gotta get out of here, man.

Hey, good boy.

- What the fuck happened?

- There was an IED.

Keep with us, buddy.

[explosions booming]

- Good call.

- You think?

- Everybody okay? Anybody hit?

- I'm good.

- I'm good, Red.

[intense drum music]

[gun bangs]

- Contact! [guns banging]

[moans painfully]

[guns banging rapidly]

- Son of a bitch!

- Fall out.

- Right, go left.

- Okay, Skip.

[intense music]

- You're the one supposed to patch us up, Doc.

- What the fuck is this?

- What'd you find?

- It doesn't make sense, Skip.

I found tracks.

- They were small.

Kinda like a 90 pound little kid.

- We saw child soldiers in Africa.

This isn't it.

These guys are too clever for that.

- I don't want to think a bunch of kids

are gettin' the best of us, Skip.

- What's up?

- I smelled soap out there again.

- All right, I believe you.

You got this?

- Yeah, I got it.

- All right.

[intense music grows louder]

[radio buzzing static]

- Criminal gangs aren't this organized.

[radio buzzing static]

- Really, these motherfuckers were trained.

- This shit just doesn't make sense.

Not a body,

nothing.

- Hey, listen, we ain't ever lost a man in a mission.

- We put everything we had at 'em.

[radio buzzing static]

- Hey, Red, can you look up there?

- Lone sentries,

no mercy one,

radio check, over.

[radio buzzing static]

Nothing.

These mountains are blockin' my signal.

We gotta get outta here.

Our guys aren't gonna last much longer if we don't get help.

- All right, tomorrow morning,

you and I go top side.

Call in for a pick up.

You take the wounded out to the LC,

get them out of here,

and then we get these motherfuckers.

- Hooah. - Hooah.

- Shit, move it!

[explosions booming]

- Red, top side.

- There's a small motor round.

Those fuckers are close.

- Chase, Thor,

Get these out of here.

Relocate them to map point 12.

Go.

[intense music]

- Come on, Newbie, get up.

Newbie, we're gonna go home.

Let's go, Doc.

- Thor.

- Come on, Doc.

[explosion booms]

- Stop, Red.

- What? - Stop. This is not the way.

- There's only one set of tracks, I swear to Christ.

- No, this is wrong.

- No, we're goin'. Let's go.

- This is not right.

Something's wrong here.

[explosion booms]

[guns banging rapidly]

[grunts painfully]

[intense music]

[gun bangs] [groans painfully]

What the fuck is this?

All right.

On three.

- Yeah.

- One. [groans painfully]

- Shot in the ass, what the fuck?

[groans painfully]

- Red, you good to go?

[dramatic music]

Can you guys make it to the LC?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, we can get there.

I'm gonna kill all of them.

- I'm planning on it.

We will come back for him.

You know that.

So, you guys, top side, yeah?

Yeah.

- So, what do you think, Skip?

- I think this is somebody who grew up here,

who knows everything we know.

- Sure.

Why us, though?

- We've come to kill 'em, didn't we?

- You actually sound like you admire these guys.

- We're pretty good at this.

We're really fuckin' good at this.

- Damn right.

- Somebody got all of us,

without us even getting a visual.

I'm dyin' to meet these guys.

- Let's kill 'em and stuff 'em.

- Hoorah.

[groans painfully]

All right, ready? - Yeah, yeah.

[groans painfully] Oh, God.

- I got you.

[groaning]

I got you.

- Skip, I didn't see him. I'm sorry.

- That's all right.

Don't you worry.

- [groaning painfully] I'm sorry I didn't see it.

- I'll get you out of here.

- Fuck, no.

This is the road to the Valhalla for me, captain.

- Only one.

- Oh, fuck.

Get these guys, captain.

Fuckin' get 'em.

- Last time, we go home.

- No. - Soldier.

- No, saw a lot of bad shit in my day.

Better to burn out than fade away, right?

Right?

Look,

take this.

Get out of here, captain.

Fuck.

- This was it. [intense music]

[faint footsteps]

[explosion booms]

[gun bangs] [groans painfully]

[intense music]

[groans painfully]

All right.

Now, it's my turn.

Now, I do it my way.

[intense music]

[gun banging]

That's the soap.

Who the fuck are you?!

[speaking foreign language]

[screams]

- You have got to be kidding me, lady.

[intense music]

- Yeah, go over there, cowboy.

- Say goodnight, lady.

So, what is your story, anyway?

Oh, you're gonna tell me why.

[crying]

[helicopter chopping]

- What'd you tell them, Alex?

- Perhaps this will help.

[yelling]

- I'll take her life away.

- Mom!

[sobbing]

Nice and young still in body.

- Look over there.

Look at them.

[intense music]

What the fuck did you tell them?!

- I told them nothing.

- Think they're all lying.

Maybe we should just kill them.

[girl crying]

[gun bangs]

- Sdanka!

- Leave.

- Put your gun down, little girl.

- Get the hell away from my family.

- You're a little farm girl.

Put the gun down.

Come to work for us.

- Now!

[gun bangs] [grunts]

[groans painfully]

[gun bangs]

- We'll do this your way.

[crying]

[gun bangs]

[gun bangs]

[dramatic music]

- I'm ready.

- You shot up my team.

Why?

- Why?

- Lady, you started this war.

- You killed my family.

- I didn't kill your family.

We've never been here before.

- Okay, then, cowboy. Shoot me.

- I don't shoot unarmed women.

- Who says I'm unarmed?

You Americans come in here trying to make peace,

and all you do is leave death behind.

- What the hell's that have to do with anything?

That's not who we are,

and that's not what we do.

- You seem to know how the world works, my friend.

All right then, cowboy.

Pull the trigger if you can.

- They were my friends.

[grunts painfully]

What is wrong with you?

- You can't do it, can you?

[grunts painfully]

- Stop.

Stop it. Enough.

I'm not here for you.

I'm here for some bad guys.

[intense music]

- You are the bad guys.

- No.

I'm not.

Listen, I lost my family, too, okay?

- How?

- We do stupid things, yeah?

Listen, I'm just a guy trying to figure this out.

- Things happen.

- You wanna tell me about this?

- No.

- You're pretty handy with that thing.

- My dad taught me.

- I'm sorry.

[helicopter chopping]

[groans painfully]

[intense music]

Son of a bitch.

[people chatting]

[yells] [sputters]

- Psst.

- He's out here.

[gun banging]

[gasps loudly]

[groans painfully]

[yells]

- Stop.

- I know you.

- Weak little girl.

Too much for the big gun at her.

[laughs]

- Let me get a good look at her.

- It's the girl from the village.

- Ah, yes.

I do know you.

Thought we killed you.

Well, then,

I guess it doesn't matter what we do to you now, does it?

[laughs]

[groans]

You cost me a lot of men

and a lot of money there, sweetheart.

Gunnar, take her back, find out what she knows,

and this time,

make sure she's dead when you're done.

- Take her to my office.

[groans]

- Fuck.

- Is there anything I can get you?

[groans]

- My knives would be nice.

Is Katje still alive?

- Let's talk about Katje.

How would you like to be with Katje again?

You and I could let bygones be bygones.

Work for me,

I can get Katje back for you.

- My family is not a bygone.

Don't you mail order bride me, you son of a bitch.

- Three feet above your head is where your sister hung

and bled until she was so fucking rotten

that the dogs wouldn't eat her fucking corpse.

[groans]

[grunting]

- It's me.

Let me have her first.

- Maybe you'll do better than I did.

She's all yours.

At least you get to know

that your sister's still alive before you die.

[pole scrapes loudly]

[intense music]

- Time to get to know you better.

Oh, little, little girl.

Such a shame that I must kill you now

before I have a chance to fuck you.

[grunting ominously]

[mumbling angrily under breath]

Little girl.

[gun with silencer bangs]

[gun with silencer bangs]

- Why are you helping me?

- Let's get this off of you, okay?

[gun with silencer bangs]

You look like you could use a little help.

- I don't remember asking for help.

[intense music]

- Revenge is not a good thing,

but it may not be a bad thing either.

- Just don't get in my way,

cowboy.

- Whatever you say, cupcake.

So,

before my sudden headache set in,

I believe you were about to tell me

what was going on around here.

- They came with the local militia after the war.

Lied to some girls, force others to work.

I heard my father told some of the UN soldiers

the girls that left never came back.

- Big guy with the hat caught her,

he was here before?

- Yes,

when they killed my family.

- Oh.

Now, I would love to share

that information with the rest of the world.

Roaming charges may kill me on this.

[phone buzzes]

- Hey, Rog.

What's happenin', man?

What the hell's goin' on?

Did you kill them all already?

- Yeah.

It's a she.

No, it's a girl, brother.

- What?

[laughs]

Wait till I tell Carter there's a girl

that's been givin' you a hard time.

- Yeah, I'll be sure to tell him that

just before I put a bullet in his head.

- What?

- Brother, he is gone way up to his knees

in all kind of shit 'round here.

- It's them.

- I'll call you right back. [gun bangs]

- Rog.

[guns banging]

- Bonjour.

- Rog, hey man, you hung up on me.

- Oh, man, we're in a gun fight.

Brother, there's much I don't know.

[guns firing]

I need a little help over here.

[guns firing]

- Okay, all right, boss, where are you?

[guns firing]

- Shit.

[guns firing rapidly]

Shit, I'll follow.

- Rog.

Rog, where are you?

[guns firing rapidly]

- Try this.

[explosion booms]

[intense electronic music]

- Look's like you could use some help up here.

- What'd you find?

- Traps of the Americans.

One dead body.

Trails of blood headed through the west,

and two sets of tracks headed to the village.

- God damn, she got 'em all.

And now, she's got help.

We gotta talk to the boss.

- What'd you find out?

- One dead body,

blood trails everywhere. - Shit.

- I think she's got help.

- All right, here's what I want you to do.

I want you to go out there,

and I want you to tell them that we'll pay them

$50,000,

and we'll get 'em a green card

for the person who kills them both.

You got it?

- Green card to the center of my ass?

- To Starbucks.

Everybody loves Starbucks.

- Listen up!

$50,000 and a green card

to whoever gets this bitch,

dead or alive!

[men cheering]

Go!

[intense music]

- So, why are you really here?

- I grew up in a small country in Europe,

you know, the kind of place where your parents

want you to be a doctor,

but when I moved to America,

I thought the right thing to do

would be to serve my country.

[whistles loudly]

- So, you a soldier?

- No.

[whistles loudly] Not anymore.

- Mercenary, then?

- I don't do this for money.

I don't do this for just anybody.

I have to be a cause,

or a way to do the right thing.

- The right thing?

Do you know what that is?

- It's a little bit like female intuition.

- Female intuition?

- We have that, too.

Your English is really good.

- Better be.

- Yeah?

- My father saved his whole life

to be able to give me the possibility of complete freedom,

and he sent me a school in America

and offered me the world,

and wanted me to see it,

and I chose to come back once he got sick

and watch my parents grow old.

- That's a nice picture.

Hey, so, let me ask you somethin'.

When all of this is over,

then what?

- Only American movies end well.

[explosions booming]

[guns firing]

[guns firing] [helicopter chopping]

- Confirm.

[guns banging]

[gun clicks]

[gun banging]

[intense music]

[helicopter chopping] [gun firing rapidly]

[explosion booms]

[helicopter chopping]

[intense music]

- Man, I just don't understand how our intel

could have been that wrong.

- Maybe it wasn't.

I'm not saying that Roger's been lying to us, Tony,

but--

- I have never seen that man crack under pressure.

- He's also never lost an entire squad to a lone gunman,

let alone a woman.

For a guy like Roger.

- I don't know, I just don't buy it.

Something's fishy.

I'm gonna call a couple friends of mine in D.C.

and see if I can check into this Carter guy.

- You know what?

I'll do it.

I know some people.

- Thanks.

[exhales loudly]

Dinner tonight?

- Chow mix's in the kitchen.

[exhales loudly]

[water rushing]

[intense music]

[coughing]

- Hey there, cowboy.

- I thought I lost you.

My name is Roger.

- Hey, cowboy.

- Okay.

- I say when it's time.

- Okay.

- That's it?

- In the cities, the girls jump at the chance

to work in the West,

but here, it is now like you said.

Trust, there are many rumors, many stories.

[exhales loudly]

- Well the problem with that bitch isn't helpin' any.

Double the offer.

Tell them we might not be able to protect them

or their families for much longer.

- This time we will ask and even say please.

Next time we just take.

[helicopter chopping]

[intense music]

- Go.

What took you so long?

- Three guys and a facial.

What do you think?

- Smart ass.

- So, can I assume you got everything under control, Smith,

finally?

- We should be on a roll in about an hour.

- All right, look, I will take care

of all the loose ends state side.

- Think we can send Gunnar out

to see if we can find the bodies?

- No, who gives a shit?

Dead or alive, doesn't matter.

There are new fields for us to harvest elsewhere, my friend.

- See you in an hour.

- I got this.

Are you always such a showoff?

- You always wait an hour before you take a shot?

- You always wait an hour before you take a shot?

- So, your name is?

- Maria.

[gunfire zips]

- All right.

[gunfire zips]

[intense music]

- Get out.

[loud knocking]

- Knock knock.

[grunts]

Welcome to Eastern Europe.

[grunts]

Come on.

Get up.

[grunting loudly]

Come on. [yells]

[yelling loudly]

Where are you going?

Come here.

I'm not finished with you yet.

[both grunting]

- What the hell are you?

Fucking Russians.

I hate this place.

All right.

[laughs]

[grunting]

[intense music]

- Baby, don't be shy.

[grunts loudly]

Come here.

Don't.

[grunting]

[intense drum music]

- Hey!

[guns banging]

[explosion booms]

- What the fuck was that?

- Gunnar, get some guys.

Let's go.

- Go, go, go.

[gun bangs]

[explosion booms]

- Come on, cowboy, stop playing.

[grunting]

You really know how to get in trouble, don't ya?

[gun bangs]

[guns firing rapidly]

[both grunting]

- More steel.

[gun bangs]

[machine guns banging]

[grunting]

[intense music]

[gun bangs] [machine guns firing]

[guns firing]

[explosion booms]

[machine gun banging]

- Layman. - Yeah.

[grunting]

- Who would've thought one woman could be such a nuisance?

[both grunting]

This is where you story ends.

[intense instrumental music]

- All right, this is not how you impress a lady.

So, you wanna do this right, man?

[both grunting]

I am tired of this.

- Well, this neighbor has gone to shit.

- I'm so tired of you fuckin' Russians.

- I need this.

I do.

- You only think you do.

[gun bangs]

- Do you have a family?

I asked whether you have a family.

- An ex-wife and a daughter.

What do you care?

- If someone told you they had been killed by someone,

someone like you,

would it matter to you?

- I haven't seen them in 10 years.

Why should I care?

[gun bangs]

- Hey, cupcake.

Finish it, okay?

- It's finished.

[guns firing]

[explosion booms]

[intense music]

What about him?

[explosion booms]

- Holy shit.

Well, now that place is really a pile.

[guns banging]

Come on.

I see.

- You drive like shit, you know that?

- Sue me.

- What are you waiting for?

- The fire to catch up with the,

exploding things.

[helicopter chopping]

[guns banging]

[gun clicking]

[yelling]

Don't worry about it.

There's only so many places a guy like him can hide.

We'll get him.

- So, you still wanna help?

- What kinda guy do you take me for?

- You want me to answer that?

- No.

First, I think we should have a little holiday.

- A holiday?

- Holiday, room service,

spa, massage.

- Like in the movies.

- Like in the movies, yeah.

Besides, cupcake, you need a facial.

You look like hell.

- Oh, so is that how you get

the American girls to sleep with you?

- It works the time.

- It's not gonna work on me.

I hope you know that.

- It usually works for me.

Sweaty, dirty, hot.

Sure it will.

- The facial won't work.

The dirt is fine.

You could've asked, you know?

- Oh, fine, do it your way.

- Fine, I'll do it my way.

Don't call me again.

- Don't worry.

[gun with silencer fires quietly]

- Really, every time?

- Somebody has to help you out.

- Let me get one.

- I wouldn't say I'm concerned or worried.

I have my team with me.

They are the best of the best.

- So, are you gonna buy me dinner afterwards?

- [Skipper] Real men cook.

You do the dishes.

- I can deal with that.

[gun with silencer fires quietly]

You have a dishwasher, right?

- Of course.

[gun with silencer firing quietly]

Moving target, 10 points.

- Let me tell you something.

If I needed to call the Pentagon,

I'd do it.

If I need to call the CIA,

I do it.

If I need to call the White House,

he takes it.

[intense music]

[chuckles] Well, of course,

[exhales loudly] I figured they'd come after me.

I mean, it comes with the territory.

[explosion booms]

What, tomorrow?

Really?

We will be ready for them.

[phone vibrates] [phone chimes]

- Yeah?

[machine gun firing]

- You are such a showoff.

- This is gonna be fun.

It was a pleasure doing business with you.

Cheers.

Come on, answer the damn phone.

[phone vibrating]

Probably laying down, taking a nap somewhere.

You have got to be kidding me.

Just have a great day, prick.

[explosion bangs]

[intense instrumental music]

- Why don't you come to work for us?

- There's something I need to do first.

- I heard.

Your sister, right?

- Maybe we can help you with that.

- [laughs] That sounds a little too much

like free work to me.

- Tony.

- I'm just kiddin'.

Maybe after, you can come intern for us.

- Intern?

I heard about that internship thing.

Is that where I work and you don't pay?

Don't you Americans call that sex?

- You two have fun with yourselves.

I got somethin' I gotta go do.

- Come by for a drink after, okay?

- [Tony] Will do.

- Be careful.

- You have some good friends.

- He's a good guy.

- Is this where the room service thing comes in?

- Yeah, this is where the room service comes in.

[intense music]

- Whoa, Heather.

Relax, it's just me.

- You nearly scared me to death.

- So much for romantic surprises.

- Well, a girl can never be too careful.

So, what are you doing here, anyway?

I thought you and Roger are flying in tomorrow.

- Yeah,

last minute change of plans.

You know Roger.

- So, when are you planning on moving in on Carter?

- We already did.

- Stupid bastard.

I bet he never saw it coming.

- Probably not,

considering we told him we were coming tomorrow.

- So, you saw me there.

- I wasn't sure

until just now.

- There's a bag in the other room

filled with 500,000 good reasons

to forget this ever happened.

Are you interested?

- You know me, Heather.

What do you think?

- Come.

Join me.

[gun bangs]

["Hanging Tree" by The Elliot Pound Band]

♪ Name is Jesse James, my friend ♪

♪ A Missouri-born confederate

♪ Rode with Cantrell against the North ♪

♪ Back in the Civil War

♪ I was shot and therefore dead ♪

♪ There's back to hell by the woman I went ♪

♪ Still wanted, I robbed my first bank ♪

♪ Turned into a life of crime

♪ You can hound me like a pack of wolves ♪

♪ Good luck tryin' to track me down ♪

♪ Grab yourself all the rope you can ♪

♪ But don't expect a hangin' soon ♪

♪ I cut down the hangin' tree

♪ Pinkertons made my family pay ♪

♪ When I turned her up in banks and trains ♪

♪ Now the law is hard on my trail ♪

♪ Wanted dead or alive

♪ Never had no quit in me

♪ Never was one to offer sympathy ♪

♪ For killin' anyone who hunted me down ♪

♪ Back in my law days

♪ You can hound me like a pack of wolves ♪

♪ Good luck tryin' to track me down ♪

♪ Grab yourself all the rope you can ♪

♪ But don't expect a hangin' soon ♪

♪ I cut the down the hangin' tree ♪

♪ You can hound me like a pack of wolves ♪

♪ Good luck tryin' to track me down ♪

♪ Grab yourself all the rope you can ♪

♪ But don't expect a hangin' soon ♪

♪ I cut down the hangin' tree

♪ Killed by the coward Robert Ford ♪

♪ For hangin' a picture of my favorite horse ♪

♪ Shot in the back by one of my own ♪

♪ Dead was Jesse James

♪ You can hound me like a pack of wolves ♪

♪ Good luck tryin' to track me down ♪

♪ Grab yourself all the rope you can ♪

♪ But don't expect a hangin' soon ♪

♪ I cut down the hanging tree

♪ But don't expect a hangin' soon ♪

♪ I cut down the hangin' tree

♪ But don't expect a hangin' soon ♪