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♪ Are… Are you… Are you…\NAre you ready? ♪

Hey, birthday girl! Happy 21st!

Have fun tonight, ladies.\NJust remember to make good…

choices.

Hey, bottle chick!

Be a sweetheart and grab\Nanother round of these bad boys?

Get it yourself. I only serve VIP.

Ignore her. You guys are very important.

Oh! Beach ball!

-Hurry up. Hurry up!\N-I am hurrying.

There you go.

- Ava, we might have a problem.\N-What is it?

My sensors are picking up something.\NGot a countdown and heat signature.

Coming from under the pool.

What? How much time?

-Eighty-three seconds and counting.\N-That doesn't make sense.

I've got eyes on the target.\NBlowing himself up is not his MO.

I don't know.\NI wouldn't be so sure about that.

MOs change. This guy's a wild card.

Yeah, well so are you.

The hell were you doing\Ntalking to me earlier?

Playing a Vegas douchebag,\Nlike we talked about.

-The role you were born to play.\N-

Sixty seconds.

Ready to engage.

Whoo-hoo!

Gomez, look alive.

Copy that.\NTarget is in the crosshairs.

I can outfit his head with a new hole\Non your command. Just say the word.

McKnight, you do not say the word.\NKoslov is no martyr.

Killing him does nothing\Nto stop the threat.

Under a minute means there's no time\Nto find and deactivate the nuke.

For all we know,\Nhis phone is the detonator.

I have a clean shot.

I can take out his muscle.\NNo collateral damage.

Except flushing months of work\Ndown the drain.

Do not take that shot.

-That's an order.\N-I give my team orders.

And I give you orders.\NHow the fuck do you not get that by now?

-Twenty seconds.\N- Come on, Winters.

We're supposed to stop the bad guy,\Nnot sit here while he blows up Vegas.

He's not blowing up Vegas.\NAt least not until he's miles away.

-How can you be sure?\N-It's my job to be sure.

-Ten seconds.\N-Am I going hot or not?

Do not take that shot.\NHe's a businessman. Not a suicide bomber.

Five, four, three…

Wait!

The signal's tied to the DJ booth.

They must have rigged pyro for the show.

You don't say.

Told you.

Sorry, team.\NTech's a little oversensitive.

Don't sweat it, Tech Chick.\NWe all make mistakes.

God didn't when he made those abs.

This team can't afford to make mistakes.\NTighten up.

Yes, ma'am. Roger that. Sorry.

I'm going in.

You got out of the water. Warm and cozy.

There she is. The jewel of Las Vegas.

My edges are too soft to be a jewel.

Your Russian is flawless.\NWhere are you from?

Kalamazoo, Michigan.

My aunt's from\Nthe Zamoskvorechye district, in Moscow.

That explains how your beauty\Nstands out here.

If you wanna get away,\NI'm leaving on my jet tonight.

Where'd we be going?

Well, that would take the mystery away.

Let's just say you'll be\Nbetter off with me than staying here.

Why do you say that?

Something tells me that tonight\Nthe city's going to be dead.

Here, give me your number.\NI'll call you when I'm ready to leave.

Don't tell. I could get fired.

Your secret is safe with me.

Hey, boss…

Our guests have arrived\Nand are ready to eat.

They are waiting for you.

Let them wait,\Nit's only appetizers.

I'll be on time for the main course.

You guys are no fun.

I must go.\NI'll see you tonight.

Definitely.

Georgie!

This is it. Koslov's meeting the buyers.

Gomez, rendezvous out front.\NFull tactical pursuit.

No. He feels our surveillance\Nwe'll lose him.

Ivan may be wild, but he's not reckless.

-So, we sit here and do nothing?\N-I didn't say we do nothing.

Get the vulture.

Hi!

Whole gang is here, huh?

Apologies for my delay.

Wanted to do the last dance with Las Vegas\Nbefore the party is over.

Huh? A thing of beauty, isn't it?

-Five kilotons of destructive power.\N-

Enough to level the city,

and also compact enough\Nto fit in the trunk of your car.

Mobile, undetectable.

All you have to do\Nis set the timer and fly away.

And in a few hours, the city goes…

poof.

In a mushroom cloud.

It's the real deal.

- The security's in your account.\N-Wonderful. Let's celebrate!

And remember our arrangement.

Do not press the button until our plane\Nis 20,000 feet up in the air.

We'll wait till your flight attendant\Nhas served drinks.

No, she prefers "stewardess."\NPleasure doing business with you.

This is the United States Military.\NEveryone put your hands on your heads.

Bitch!

Guess we're doing it the hard way.

Vulture's going hot.

Canister deployed.\NIt's all yours, McKnight.

Limit your fire.\NWinters wants these fuckers alive.

Kill them all, bitch!

Change of plans! Take 'em all down!

Get down.

-Heads or tails?\N-Heads.

Phew.

-Nice work.\N-Yeah.

Oh, fuck.

Motherfucker.

Take him.

-I'm out. Toss me a mag.\N-What? No thank you?

East wing clear.\NCheck the back room.

Winters.

It's Koslov. He has the nuke.

Fuck.

Gomez. Little help?

-No shot. Hang tight a minute.\N-We don't have a minute.

It's a figure of speech.

Three, two, one, bedtime.

All clear.

You got that right.

He's in one of these rooms.

Clear!

What the fuck?

-Please don't kill me.\N-We're the US Government.

-You're okay.\N-Looks like someone had a party.

None of that's mine.\NI've just been hooking up with this guy.

I don't know if he's a drug dealer.\NI don't do that shit. Like, usually.

Relax. We're gonna get you someplace safe.\NYou just sit tight.

Wait. You're leaving me here?

He must be in here.

We have him cornered.

-He could have an army in there.\N-Bring 'em on.

Wait.

This is a vault room.

The door's made of reinforced steel.\NYou'll break your leg.

Lerner. We have a secure door.\NElectronic lock. Can you open it remotely?

You bet. Hang on.

Just finding the right frequency.

-Find it faster.\N-Yes, ma'am. That should do it.

You're the tits, Tech Chick.

I'm the tits.

Back away from the bomb. It's over.

Mmm. My little Jewel of Las Vegas.\NWell, this is where you are wrong.

I've activated the weapon.

You didn't come this far\Nto go down with the ship.

No, I didn't.

But if there is no ship,\Nwhat's the point of treading water?

He's not bluffing.\NYour bomb tech as good as they say he is?

Best in the business.

He better be.

Two more!

Get me Hagerty.

All right.

Let's see this bitch.

Looks like we got a little time.

This puppy's hot.

Detectable C-4. PETN fuse.

This thing's a beaut.

Anybody else getting a half chub?

-What's he doing?\N-He's looking for a perfect song.

All bomb guys are weirdos,\Nbut trust me, he's an artist.

Just let him do his thing.

Will you find a song already?

Just relax, sweetheart.

Okay, the whole key to this is just\Nto forget that there's a clock at all.

So? There's no clock.

There is no--

♪ Birds flying high ♪

♪ You know how I feel ♪

♪ Sun in the sky ♪

♪ You know how I feel ♪

♪ Breeze driftin' on by ♪

♪ You know how I feel ♪

♪ It's a new dawn ♪

♪ It's a new day ♪

♪ It's a new life ♪

-♪ For me ♪\N-♪ For me ♪

-♪ And I'm feeling good ♪\N-♪ And I'm feeling good ♪

-♪ I'm feeling good ♪\N-♪ I'm feeling good ♪

Who has one thumb\Nand just saved Las Vegas?

This guy!

That motherfucker!

-Yeah!\N-Yes!

Yes!

Fuck yeah! Yeah!

USA! USA! USA!

-Yeah!\N-Yeah!

Yes, baby!

-Great work.\N- Thank you.

Look at this motherfucker. Goddamn.

Oh, man. Koslov's in custody.\NBomb deactivated. Crisis averted.

This town should throw us\Na goddamn ticker-tape parade.

That was quick.

Ladies, you wanna meet a real American…

hero?

What the hell?

A DJ? You gotta be kidding me.

We just saved the world\Nand this candy ass gets all the love?

- Candy ass.\N-That's the world we live in, yo.

Had we streamed our take down on TikTok,\Nwe'd be trending.

No one's ever gonna know what we did.

Because until all this is declassified,\Ntoday never happened.

So, what now?

Mission's over.\NWe go back to the hotel, pack up.

I ship off to Langley, you to Fort Meade,\Neveryone else to their respective bases.

We disband and await word\Nof our next assignments.

No. Whoa! Wait, wait, wait.

Fuck that.

We spent months\Nhunting this son of a bitch.

We finally nabbed the nuke,\Nwe fuck up his whole program,

and we're supposed to just\Nquietly go our own separate ways?

We're in Las Vegas,\Nthe party capital of the world.

And if the world knew\Nwhat we did here today,

they'd want us to party\Nlike the rock stars we are.

Fuck! They'd demand it.

-Fuckin' A, they would.\N-Fuck yeah.

2200 hours.

Details TBD, but hear me when I say this.

I am going to empty every cent\Nthat's left in our operational war chest.

Because tonight…

we're gonna show this town\Nhow to celebrate real American heroes.

-Fuck yeah! Yeah!\N-Hell yeah!

-Let's do it!\N- Yeah!

Everyone's invited.

-Ready to get fucked up?\N-Ready to get fucked…

up.

What do you say, Winters?\NSend your regrets now or ghost us later?

I'll get back to you.

Copy. We won't hold our breath.

Ava Winters.

-Will you be my wife?\N- I can't believe this is happening.

Good evening, sir.

Good is an understatement.

I'd call it a pretty damn\Nfantastic evening.

When you work in our field,\Nthe stakes are always high, but today…

that was historic.

Would have preferred things neater.\NThe buyer wasn't on our radar.

He's this Swedish blockchain entrepreneur,\Nwho thought he could skyrocket his crypto

by destroying a massive amount\Nof American currency.

Guy sees one Bond film\Nand thinks he can be the next Max Zorin.

I'll be on a flight in the morning.\NI want to discuss something.

-Winters, no.\N-You haven't even heard the brief, sir.

This mission went longer\Nthan you or I could have predicted.

You never had a chance to grieve.

-I'm fine, sir.\N-You're taking some time.

The world will still have plenty of trash\Nto take out when you return.

He would've been proud of you.

I know.

Did you get the President's gift?

Yes. Thank you. It's very generous, sir.

Pop it open.\NYou're officially on vacation. Enjoy it.

♪ Tonight, I'm gon' be rocking it\NDropping it ♪

♪ Shake my ass, no stopping it… ♪

♪ I look hot in it ♪

♪ Rocking it, dropping it ♪

♪ Shake my ass, no stopping it ♪

♪ I look hot in it, hot in it\NI look hot in it… ♪

Yes, Trunky!

You got my end of mission gift! Fits good!

Like a glove! Thanks, chief.

Almost forgot. I got something\Nfor you, too. I hope it fits.

Gracias, this is…

What is this?

Mmm. You crack it like a chem light.\NGlows in the dark, can't miss any action.

-Beat you to death with it.\N-Watch the face.

That is not what it's used for.\NI seen some films showing its proper use.

I'll send you the link.\NBut now for your real gifts.

Fucking drugs. Purest MDMA in the city.

Knight, I already got gummies in me.\NShouldn't add Molly to the mix.

Molly's a good girl.\NShe doesn't wanna fuck with gummies.

She just makes 'em dance\Nlike no one's watching.

Fuck it, I'm in.

- You are.\N-Yes.

- Here ya go.\N-Here we go.

-Gracias. Great.\N-Uno mas.

To bad guys and bad bitches.

Beware when the three of us\Nare on the prowl, you're going down.

Yo, someone's going down. That's for sure.

Boom.

Ooh! Yeah.

Yo, Mac, there's something\NI've been meaning to talk to you about.

Kind of personal.

Alpha Sierra Sierra, twelve o'clock,\Npillow princess in the crosshairs.

Oh! Bachelorette party. Nice.

Tiara's mine.

The bride?\NGroom won't appreciate that too much.

It's like in the field.\NTarget's in your sights,

forget their personal lives,\Nor lose your nerve.

Goddamn you're cold-blooded.

She's all yours.

All right, so there's two,\Nfour, six, seven.

-Yeah. Trunk and I'll divvy up the rest.\N-Agreed. Engage targets, y'all.

Let's do it. Hey, you in?\NWe'll talk about that thing later?

Yeah. Let's have some fun. Let's do it.

Honey, death lurks around\Nevery street corner.

No, I'm not being overdramatic.

Prom night is the most dangerous night\Nfor teenage drinking and driving.

Make sure Jen has a limo,\Na driver without a record,

and to be home before midnight.

Honey. That's not fair.\NYou know I wanted to be there.

This mission was important.

What? No, of course, I'm not saying\Nour daughter's not important. What the…

Hey, Paul's wife, Chad McKnight here.

I just want to say your husband\Nwas a real hero today.

He did some crazy shit.

Why don't we cut the guy some slack,\Nlet him have some fun, huh?

Maybe a couple of lap dances.\NHandy at most.

Hello?

She hung up. Fuck, dude.

-Thanks a lot.\N-She'll forgive you.

-Stop stressing, have a drink.\N-I don't drink.

-Maybe that's your problem.\N-Right.

Gotta loosen the fuck up.

Great! Now I'm drenched.

Me too.

Sorry.

Heard you liked to live large, Koslov.

-I made sure to give you our best suite.\N-Charming.

Do you happen to know the time?

Time no longer exists for you.\NYou'll never see the light of day again.

I wouldn't be so sure about that.

I must be starting to trip balls\Nbecause I see Winters.

Nope, I see her too.

Well, well, well.

Looks like the lone wolf's\Ncome to join the pack. Bud Heavy?

How the hell did you pull this together\Non a few hours' notice?

My inexhaustible resourcefulness.

That and Uncle Sam's dime\Nbuys you a lot of Vegas goodwill.

Have you met Joey?

-Oh, my God.\N-I rented him from the Tiger King.

Not the one in jail.\NI'm not an asshole. The new one.

He said not to spook him though,\Nthese things run like the wind. Don't ya?

-You're a fucking idiot.\N- My teachers used to say that.

-Is Hagerty doing cocaine?\N-Fuck, no. It's Adderall and ketamine.

With a horse tranq garnish\Nand a whipp-ed chaser.

Don't you guys get tested?

You know how easy it is to get clean piss?\NThis is America.

In that case,\Nkeep clean pissing your career away.

Come on, Winters.\NYou didn't come here to be the fun police.

Hey, take a cue from Tech Chick.\NTech Chick came here to party, right?

Yeah. Party time.

Her name isn't Tech Chick.

Her name is Maya Lerner.\NShe's been on our team for six months.

Oh, I'm fine with Tech Chick.\NOr anything you want to call me.

See? Tech Chick gets it! Love you!

Fuck him. G.I. Jerk-Off wouldn't know\Nhis ass from a hole in the ground

on this mission if it weren't for us.

-Lerner, I need your help with something.\N-Yes, ma'am.

I brought my laptop.\N"Don't leave home without it."

Forget work.\NI need you to help me polish this off.

You want to drink? With me?

-Come on. It's our turn to party.\N-Okay.

Fuck it!

You want to melt\Nthose pretty minds of yours?

Psilocybe azurescens,

otherwise known\Nas flying saucer mushrooms.

Infused with military-grade\Nlysergic acid diethylamide.

Yeah, you won't be needing this tonight.

What the hell. It's a party, right?\NA little pineapple, mixed with guacamole.

Wow!

-Are you feeling it?\N-Oh, I'm feeling it. You feeling it?

Oh, I'm definitely feeling it.

Measuring U-235 isotope.

That's odd.

This can't be right. We need to take this\Nto the top. Where's Hagerty?

That is dope.

Whoa!

Yunga! What's going on, kid?

Ladies, I want you to meet my bestie\Nin the whole wide world.

This is Captain Paul Yung, USAF,

which stands for "U Silly As Fuck."

Get off your phone\Nand come join the party.

Hey. There's going to be\Nsome water sports here.

You want to get in on this?

You know I'm married.

And that's why I'm asking you, Paul.\NYou need this so goddamn bad.

But suit yourself. Okay?

Now go try that guacamole over there.\NIt's the goddamn bomb.

You're a fucking genius.

You're the youngest recruit\Nthe NSA's ever had.

Yeah. And I spend most of my time\Nin a dark van decrypting code.

And then I go out in the real world\Nand I'm clueless.

-We're all fucking clueless.\N-

But then, I look at you\Nand I see the ultimate badass.

-Stop!\N-You're smart. You're sexy.

You don't shit from anyone.\NYou're a fucking boss.

How did you find that confidence?

At some point, I guess I realized…

if you want things to be a certain way,\Nyou can't depend on fate or luck.

Just gotta step up.\NMake it happen yourself.

Let's do this.

-Grease him up!\N-Ah! All biceps, no brains.

I've got enough brains.

Oh! Part the sea!

Come on, we're fun.

- Back it up!\N-

Oh! That is good.

- Ready, big boy?\N-Yeah!

Get a couple drinks in him,\Nsooner or later, someone greases up Trunk.

No one's taken him down\Ninside of a minute.

McKnight might be\Nthe cockiest son of a bitch I've ever met,

that's why the ladies love him.

-What kinda ladies is McKnight into?\N-He'll fuck anything with a pulse.

If we're talking end game,\NAli Larter from Varsity Blues.

That's his dream girl.

All right, bring it up.

USA!

USA! USA! USA!

Hey. You do realize\Nyou're both USA, right?

Winters, that was a feat\Nof Vin Diesel-ian proportions.

Okay? Do not act like you're unimpressed.

You embarrassed yourself for\Na full minute, then got lucky.

-You can do it faster?\N-That's not what I said.

But obviously, I can.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Oh!

-He's all yours.\N-Oh, thank you.

- Let's see it.\N-Hey.

-Can I borrow this?\N-Of course.

-You're so pretty.\N-Stop.

You sure you want to do this?\NIt'll get that nice dress all dirty.

Let me worry about the dry cleaning bill.\NYou focus on staying upright.

Talk that shit, boss.

Yo, watch yourself, Trunk.\NThat's intelligence coming at you now.

What?

Holy shit, that's gotta be a new record!

USA?

USA! USA! USA!

♪ I'm good, yeah, I'm feelin' all right ♪

♪ Baby, I'ma have\NThe best fuckin' night of my life ♪

♪ And wherever it takes me\NI'm down for the ride ♪

♪ Baby, don't you know I'm good?\NYeah, I'm feelin' all right… ♪

Hey, it's Jen.\NDon't leave a message.

-\N-Jen, I hope you get this message.

My calls are going to voicemail\Nafter only a couple rings.

I just want to say,\NI want you to have fun at prom.

Don't let your friends pressure you

into doing anything I wouldn't do.\NOkay, sweetheart?

Ali Larter, Varsity Blues.

Oh!

Oh, shit.

Need some help\Ngetting that grease off, big boy?

Back off. He's mine.

-Oh, what the--\N-Oh, shit!

-Oh, fuck!\N-Oh, fuck!

-Shit. I'm sorry.\N-Get the fuck out!

-I didn't see anything.\N-Get the fuck out!

Shit.

You wanted to talk about this?

-Get the fuck out!\N-Fine! I'm out. I'm out! I'm out!

Holy shit.

Hey. Thank God.\NNo, it's perfect timing. Believe me.

Let me just find some place quiet.

This doesn't add up.

We know that Koslov\Nhad enough uranium to blow the city.

Now the lab is saying the bomb we seized\Nonly has hints of it?

-Where's the rest?\N-Sir!

We just got a message.

It's not good.

Gather the joint chiefs.\NSituation room, five minutes.

Get in touch with Winters.

We need her now more than ever.

Fuck waking up tomorrow!

Like they say en français…

Let's get fucked up tonight!

It's all good. S'all good. S'all good.\NBecause you know what?

I'm gonna call room service\Nand have 'em bring us up some more.

Don't go anywhere.\NWe gotta exchange numbers. Be right back.

Great to hear your voice, too.

I miss you too.

I'm sorry I left you alone again.\NI know that's never easy.

I love you too.\NI can't wait to see you, Mom.

Oh, shit.

You should have seen it.

We killed more Russians\Nthan the Wolverines did in Red Dawn.

Obviously, the original.

I told you about Gomez's top-secret rifle,\Nthat can blow a guy's head off from five…

You know what, Mom?\NLet's catch up tomorrow. Me too. Bye.

Don't worry. She won't say anything.

Relax. I'm not gonna rat.

Never figured you for a mama's boy.

When your dad takes off when you're six,\Nit's kind of what happens.

-Not a bad view.\N-For 60K a night? Fucking better be.

-You realize it's taxpayer money.\N-Schematics.

Come on.

If not for us, all of this would be gone.

Even you have to admit it,\Nwe deserve a little fun.

-Fun?\N-Yeah.

Right.

All I can think about are these people\Nhaving fun without a care in the world.

-If they knew what we knew.\N-They'd be shitting themselves.

That's why they can never know.

It's fucked up when you think about it.

Gotta be a little fucked up\Nto do this, right?

Yeah. That's what we signed up for.

Somebody's got to answer the call.

Never letting our guard down.\NAlways on duty.

Not tonight.

No.

Not tonight.

♪ This ain't a misdemeanor\NBitch, this is a felony, uh ♪

♪ I read between the lines\NNot buying what you're selling me… ♪

-Are we…\N-Shut up.

-Fuck.\N-I'll do it.

♪ Headed straight to my floor seats ♪

♪ I'm the gift that keeps on giving\NYou don't know what it cost me ♪

Oh, shit. Looks like you're going commando\Nin more ways than one.

-I like to let it breathe.\N-Oh, fuck.

Here.

Oh, shit. These are regular size.\NI'm used to Magnum XL's.

I'm drunk. Not blind. Put it on.

Okay.

Let's not forget who's in command.

-You know I don't take orders well.\N-Maybe I should be more forceful.

This is amazing.\NYou're so fucking amazing. I love you.

I loved you since the first moment\NI saw you.

Okay…

-What's wrong?\N-Nothing. Just keep going.

-Do you not feel…\N-Just keep going.

-I can't.\N-Me neither.

-Look, sorry if I…\N-Don't be sorry.

I thought that since the mission was over,\Nwe'd never see each other again.

Now we definitely won't.

Hey, cowboy. I think I've got a cure\Nfor your Varsity Blues.

-What the fuck?\N-Lerner!

-Tech Chick.\N-What are you doing?

The two of you? What the hell?

-Just take it easy.\N-Take it easy?

You've been saying he's nothing\Nbut a meat bag with small dick energy.

You said what?

Oh, my God. I'm such an idiot.

- Oh!\N-Jesus Christ.

Oh, fuck. This was a big mistake.

You can say that again.

Says the guy who dropped the L word.

I meant I love that ass.\NI'm an ass man. Everyone knows that.

And it's the ecstasy talking.

I said "I love you"\Nto so many people tonight.

I said it to the fucking camel.

-I'm out of here.\N-Lerner, wait.

You know, I actually looked up to you,\Nbut you're full of shit.

That's why you work undercover,\Nbecause you're so good at lying.

Bitch.

Wow.

Look at Tech Chick\Nletting it all hang out. A for effort.

Oh, where's my phone?

What is this?

To those who have Ivan Koslov,

as you have probably now realized,\Nthe bomb you deactivated was a fake.

We still have\Nthe five kiloton nuclear device,

and we will detonate it\Nunless you release Mr. Koslov.

Any attempt to evacuate the city\Nwill result in immediate detonation.

You have until 9:00 a.m.

If you do not comply,\Nthe city will be obliterated.

-What's that? Some other booty call?\N-Fuck!

Hey, hey. You seen McKnight?

He's in the master bedroom\Nwith his dick hanging out. He's all yours.

What did he tell you?

The bomb was fake? We got the nuke, right?

I don't know.

If it's a hoax,\NLangdon wouldn't passed it on.

-Shit. This is bad.\N-Yeah.

You had to go and throw\Nthis fucking party.

We thought the mission was over.

-God.\N-Jesus.

-Someone can't handle their liquor.\N-Go fuck yourself.

We have a call with Langdon\Nin five minutes.

We need to clear this place out.

It's a goddamn shame\Nwe got to break this up.

-Excuse me.\N-Hey, where you going, baby girl?

Excuse me, everyone. There's been\Nan emergency, so we all have to…

Party to the break of dawn!

No.

Party's over! Get the fuck out!

-You got to go.\N- All right, let's go.

Go! You gotta go.\NYeah, right now. Go.

Hey, you gotta go!

- Sarah, what are you doing?\N-What?

You're getting married.\NBilly's gonna be pissed. Let's go!

But I wanna stay!

I'm good. Thank you. Get out of here.

Let's go. Keep moving. Keep moving.

I'm just as sad as you.

-All right. Thank you.\N-Got you.

You had so much fun.

What the fuck, Winters? Pussy block much?

SOCOM received a bomb threat.

If we don't release Ivan Koslov,\NLas Vegas will be destroyed

by a five kilo-bomb device.

-Kilo-bomb? That sounds bad.\N-That's not what I meant.

"Kilo" means 1,000.\NSo they're saying 5,000 bombs?

-I call bullshit.\N-Koslov's people have a nuke.

-This is why I don't drink.\N-Oh! Good for you, Paul.

We should all be so fucking boring. Fuck.

Shit. Langdon wants to Zoom.

Fuck. Look at this place.

-The bedroom.\N-Come on.

Smells like somebody\Ngot their fuck on in here.

-Nobody got their fuck on in here.\N-Somebody fornicated in here.

She couldn't have been that good.\NDude didn't finish.

Probably some limp-dick\Nwith erectile dysfunction.

Oh, shit.

Much better.

Paul.

Good. You're all there.

We've been analyzing the message.\NIt was sent from within Clark County.

No doubt from a Koslov associate.

What's the threat crebidility?\NCredibility.

The lab report on the bomb you retrieved\Nshowed only traces of isotopic uranium.

Just enough to be detected,\Nbut not enough for an explosion.

Highly sophisticated copy.

That means someone working for Koslov\Nstill has the mother lode.

The lab has been trying to get in touch\Nwith your EOD. Is he there with you?

-Hagerty's here.\N-Good.

We're gonna need his magic\Nif this turns out to be as bad as we…

Wait. What is that?

Sorry, someone moved a camel. Statue.

Look, Winters, I know tonight\Nwas supposed to be a celebration.

But as we all know, in our line of work,\Nwe're always on call.

I assume your team celebrated responsibly,\Nand nobody took things too far.

No, sir, we all celerated…\NCelebrated responsibly.

I just want to know,\Nis your team ready to get back into this?

- Fuck. No.\N- Mmm.

Sir…

Ready as a dog in heat, sir.

That's what I like to hear.\NBall's in your court.

You have a little over seven hours.\NFind that nuke.

"Ready as a dog in heat?"\NOur blood alcohol's through the roof.

You shitheads took drugs.\NWe gotta stand down.

We do that, who they gonna\Nreplace us with? The fucking FBI?

Fucking FBI sucks.

If they could handle this shit,\Nthey'd be handling it.

-I hate to admit. She has a point.\N- Even Paul agrees.

Now I don't care\Nhow fucked up we are, Winters.

We're still the best in the game.

Now, let's fucking finish this.

-Okay. We're back on.\N- Let's do this shit.

What do we know?

Koslov sold a fake bomb. But why?

Because he's a lying commie\Nson of a bitch.

For the last time,\NKoslov is not a communist.

He only cares about money, he… Wait.

Our guests have arrived\Nand are ready to eat.

They are waiting for you.

I love you.

Let them wait, it's only appetizers.

I'll be on time for the main course.

The fake was the appetizer.\NReal nuke, the main course.

-What do you mean?\N-Think about it.

Koslov could trick the crypto guys\Ninto buying a fake

but only if he had a higher offer.

A second buyer?

It's like selling a bag of oregano\Nto a teenager

while saving the real deal\Nfor someone more savvy.

-Oh!\N-Saw an opportunity to get paid twice.

Okay, where's Lerner?\NShe needs to pull up the operation files.

-She took off about 20 minutes ago.\N-Took off where?

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Where's my special cheeseburger?

I already told you.\NWe don't serve food here.

Then what the fuck you call this?

I want my special cheeseburger!\NMedium rare, plus extra mayo.

I'm not supposed to say this,\Nbut you've had a little too much to drink.

You've had a little too much to drink.

Just give her the goddamn burger. Okay?\NCustomer's always right.

-Thanks.\N-Yeah.

At least one person\Nin this whole city has my back.

Anytime, girl.

Let me guess, boy trouble?

My boss fucked my crush.

Damn.

I even put on the whipped cream\Nand everything.

You think that's bad?

My man was supposed to take me to go see\NJ.Lo at Resorts World. Ghosted me.

The real question is\Nwhat are we going to do about it?

What do you mean?

I mean we are two,\Nhot single women in Vegas.

One of us smells like\Na goddamn ice cream sundae.

People ought to be lined up.\NIt's time we do things our way.

Hey, you want to take a ride with me?

-Huh?\N-

Fuck yeah. Ride or die.

Let's do it! You got little titties too.\NYou can shake 'em.

-You've reached Maya Lerner…\N-Damn it.

Someone give me a laptop.\NI'll access the files myself.

Yo, mira…

-Your lab partner left her shit.\N- Ah!

-About what happened earlier…\N-Nothing happened.

Once I access this database,

we'll be able to look at everything\Nand I'll be able to pare down Koslov…

-Oh shit!\N-Oh! Fucking gross, Winters.

-The fuck did you eat?\N-I don't think I ate.

There's chunks of food in there.\NIs that quesadilla?

There was quesadillas?\NNo one told me there was quesadillas.

There were no quesadillas.

Uh… Anybody have a mint?

I could go for some quesadillas.

Oh, shit, that may have been drugs.

Fuck the computer.

You want to get that bomb back?

Drag Koslov out of his cell\Nand beat it out of him.

Koslov is old-school. His father was KGB.\NHe's not gonna give it up easy.

He was prepared for this,\Nknew what would happen if we captured him,

he knows what happens next.

So we're all going to need to sober up\Nreal fucking quick.

If the nuke is still out there,

and one of Koslov's men has it,\Nwe're back to square one.

The weapon is ready.

The countdown has begun.

Have you made contact?

I have the NSA op.

What's taking so long?\NGet in here, girl!

She doesn't suspect a thing.

Excellent.

Ooh! I hope there's champs in there,\Nbecause we getting fucked…

-Up!\N-Up!

I already knew. Whoo!

All right, we all need to clear our minds,

forget anything that happened tonight,\Nand get back on our A-game. ASAP.

Everyone.

- Ladies and gentlemen.\N-Oh, God.

-Shit!\N-Fuck, Hagerty.

Nope.

-Hagerty has left the building.\N-Uh, no.

-\N- Shit!

-Hagerty?\N-Oh, my God.

-Let's go! We got commies to interrogate!\N-Let's go! Come on.

- Oh, shit!\N- Fuck.

Go!

Everyone strap in!

-Are you sure you're okay to fly?\N-Yep, I've got nothing in my system.

Other than an entire bowl\Nof chips and guac.

Thank God one of us is sober.

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