All language subtitles for G.I. Joe_ Retaliation_en

Hustle up, guys.
You've got to get that defector...

and get the hell out of there.
No delays.

Hey, Mouse, are you ready
with that 18-year-old aim?

I'm on it, sir.

Move. Let's go.

All right, come on.
Where is this guy at?

Come on, come on, come on.
Come on, come on, come on.

All right, Mouse.
Give us that diversion.

Let's move.
Flint, stay put.

Anyone ever tell you you fight ugly?

Not from their backs, they don't.

It's just...

Flint, let's go.
Flint?

What the hell are you doing?

Just marking our territory, sir.

Private Gaines, if you see Flint, shoot him.

With pleasure.

Defector in hand.
En route to pickup. Come on.

I don't see him, do you?

Flint, get your ass back to the team.
We are on the move.

Uh, you ain't gonna believe this, Roadblock.

Mother...

Yeah!

What?

No, no, no, no. No, no, no.
Unfair advantage.

I'm better.

He's got smooth cheeks.
He's got no facial hair.

- I'm gonna pull the pin.
- There's less friction underwater.

That's a foul. That's a foul.

A Joe flag.
A G.I. Joe flag.

- That was a nice touch, right?
- Yeah. You can call it that.

And what would you call it?

- Undignified.
- Yeah, that, too.

You know in victory,
we should be gentlemen.

Oh!

- Hey, Jaye!
- Yo!

How long can the average man
hold his breath?

Ninety seconds.

- Free hand.
- You got it, boss.

All right. Easy, Flipper.

Mmm.

Back. Damn, that's good.

There's nothing wrong
with taking a victory lap. It's fun.

This is how it works.
G.I. Joe's a fist.

Us, we're the knuckles.

How do we strike?

Together.

A finger strays...

- It gets broken.
- It gets broken.

Knuckles, again? Really?

As a friend,
you've got to get a new speech.

And the next time
you want to drown somebody...

just invite me.

Since the end
of the nanomite wars,

Captain Duke Hauser now leads
Joe Tactical Operations.

Under Duke's command are Roadblock,

Lady Jaye,

Flint

and Snake Eyes.

The ruthless terrorist known
as Cobra Commander,

and Destro

have been captured by the G.I. Joes

and placed
in a maximum security prison.

But the Cobra operatives, Storm Shadow

and Zartan, remain at large.

The unit and the world

remain on high alert following
Cobra Commander's final vow.

Retaliation.

The ear that sees.

An ancient Arashikage test.

Jinx, cousin to Storm Shadow,

it's time to prove that you are ready
to join the G.I. Joes.

Defend yourself.

I'm ready, Blind Master.

Ears, open.

Snake Eyes, your task.

Test her abilities.

Pluck a single hair from Jinx's head.

Ah, good.

One should be as nimble as a cat,
yet fierce as a tiger.

Snake Eyes wins.

Jinx, in order to excel in war,
you must first find peace.

Snake Eyes,

you have earned the Blade of Justice.

Made of black carbon fibre.

Cruel. Indestructible.

There are rumours of a new attack
by our enemies.

You must leave the dojo to uncover
these plans and stop them.

But move swiftly.
You may already be too late.

Contact front!
Contact front!

Heavy enemy fire! I need you to bring
them up the line. Bring them up the line.

Check that, Block,
but I can't, man.

I'm taking rounds back here.
I need you! I need you now!

Air strike!
Call in an air strike!

Wait. How do you call in an air strike?

- Jesus!
- Can I bring...

What about one of those, like,
care package thingies?

I'm bleeding out
and I need you to sprint.

Can you use a care package thingy?
I can bring you one.

A care package thingy?

- Who is shooting me? What is...
- I'm bleeding out right there and you're...

- Are you spinning?
- You got to cover 360.

- You're spinning.
- Huh?

How could you be so good at combat?
You stink at this.

I think you need to relax.
I believe I outrank you,

...last time I checked.
- Not in my house, you don't.

Oh! All right. Taking fire!

Enemy fire! Time out! Enemy fire!

- Enemy contact!
- Uncle Duke, you have big ears.

You got a big head.
Come here!

Returning fire! What's up, now?

Returning fire!

You can't scream your way out of this one!

Yeah, requesting assistance, brother Block!

Pinned down, brother Duke.
Pinned down.

That's all right. I got my boy here.
Demon dog!

Grandma, help us!
We need backup!

Not the first time you sent a girl
running out of the room screaming.

Not the first time I sent two girls
screaming from a room.

Dude, completely inappropriate.

- I'm just saying.
- Completely.

Violence continues across Pakistan
in the capital of Islamabad

following the assassination
of President...

The future of the country and control of its
nuclear arsenal appear to be up in the air

as the vacuum created
by the killing remains.

The Pakistani President may in fact be dead,

but Pakistan remains an ally.

- And a sovereign nation.
- Was.

Right now, they're a riot with a zip code.

Sir, every minute we spend debating this,
there are live nuclear warheads

that sit amidst the chaos.

We can't let our enemies
get those warheads first.

Recommendations?

Go in.

Now.

Wait and see.

History rewards the bold.

I'm not going to be the man
who waited and saw.

Get me the G.I. Joes.

Star One Flight commander
separating for drop.

All right, listen up!

That nuke cannot have gone far.
Once we have it,

we will disarm it en route to the L.Z.!

We have its location narrowed down

to somewhere in this
missile assembly building.

We'll go in on the roof,
and fan out from there.

Flint, Jaye, if any support is needed,
you'll reinforce

as Roadblock leads the ground team.

Hell, yeah.

Hey, Mouse.

On my first drop,
I popped a live round into my mouth.

Keeps your teeth from chattering.
Give it a shot.

- Delicious.
- Attaboy.

Jaye, what are we up against?

Insurgents are armed with Kalashnikovs,
SVD Dragunovs and Type 50s.

Cold War stuff.

But don't relax, boys,
still put holes in you.

Whoa! What have you got there?

P-dub 381 black Tempest,
just out of the box. Rounds.

Quarter speed, remote controlled.

- When did we get these?
- We didn't. We did.

Distinguished Marksmen.

- Let me see.
- Don't touch.

Girls with guns.

Approaching target. Ten-hut! Make ready!
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

Anyone else missing Snake Eyes?

I trained with Snake for six years.

If he ain't here, he's got good reason.

Arch-Angel, go for drop.

Brother Block, as always,

would you mind leading us
in a few words, please, sir?

In the immortal words of Jay-Z,

"Whatever deity may guide my life,
dear Lord, don't let me die tonight."

"But if I shall, before I wake,"

"I accept my fate."

Hell, yeah?

Hell, yeah!

Hell, yeah.

Equipment check!

- Check!
- Check!

- Check!
- Check!

- Check!
- Drive it like you stole it!

As your good friend,
you need a new catchphrase.

- Hoo-ah!
- Hoo-ah!

- Alpha, Bravo, radio check.
- Copy.

Go in ghost till first contact.

- Three and six on the floor.
- Copy that.

Team two, expect heavy contact.
Bring the rain!

Move out!

Team three headed upstairs.

East hallway, clear.

Level 2 secure.
Moving to level 3.

- I owe you one, Mouse.
- Clear!

All right! I got eyes on the nuke!

Say again, I got eyes on the nuke!

But I'm taking heavy fire!

Sit tight! I'm taking a detour!

Negative, Flint!
Stick with the plan!

Tangos down!

Go, go, go!

Flint, status!

Fire now!

Weapons secured!

Equipment pack-up on level four!

Set!

Clutch, station the transport vehicle!
Move!

All teams, rally to transpo, immediately.

Insurgents closing in, sir!

Team two secure. No losses.

- Contact headquarters.
- I'm on that.

Mount up! Let's exfil.

- Runway secure.
- Let's mount up!

Nuke's disabled.

Long-range transportation
and wheels down at 1900 hours.

- Home in time for Top Chef.
- Good job, Tiny Tim.

All that Wii Combat Shooter
finally paying off, sir.

Bam!

- How you doing, sir?
- Good.

All Joes present and accounted for.

Sit rep?

Rendered safe
and ready for transport, sir.

Square this one away
and go get a beer.

- Sounds good.
- Mmm-hmm.

Sir, the nukes have been
recovered and disabled.

All Joe missions successful.

Only minor injuries to report, sir.

Transport crews are prepping
the L.Z. for evac at 0200 hours.

Great job, Captain.

We're modifying
your extraction plan back here.

Sit tight.

Let's go, Rivera, let's go.

Let me get this straight.
One whole weekend,

you looking after my little girls.

Yep, as long as I can bring this.

Look, I love your kids. I do.

But they live to terrorise me.
You trained them well.

And if you win?

You have to take your next promotion.

You pull a trigger,
I pull a trigger.

I don't know if I'm gonna trust
a pastry from a gumbo chef.

Think about the wind.

Four knots? Left to right.

Humidity, I say, is about 62%.

You gonna feed me
the barometric pressure, too?

That's on the rise. Like your panties.

You love my panties.

That's an interesting choice of a joke.

Of all the things you could say...

- "You love my panties"?
- Are you gonna shut up?

- What does that mean?
- You gonna shut up?

- I'm looking out for you.
- I'm trying to do something.

- I just don't...
- Shut up, just shut up.

- I'm just saying.
- Just shut up.

How's your heart rate?

That is not gonna count.
I get to go again because you talked.

You pulled a trigger.
Now I pull a trigger.

No, we're not doing that.
That is not gonna count.

Cheater.

I bought my little girls
a karaoke machine

and they love singing on it,
all night long.

There's no bedtime curfew,
so they're going to be up all night.

Make sure you bring your earplugs.

Boom!

- C'mon, best two out of three.
- No.

Best two out of three.
That didn't count.

You didn't tell me
about the karaoke machine.

- Zandar.
- Mr President.

Aren't you supposed to stop people
from shooting my dad?

Baldy.

Idiot.

Enough out of you, Lee Harvey.

Go clean up the chocolate stains
you left in your mother's bedroom.

Kitty likes to scratch.

Next time, take out his fat ass.

It would be my pleasure, sir.

I brought you some news.

The G.I. Joes are about to be
out of the picture.

And by "out of the picture," I mean

alive on earth.

Got a little too close to Mount Olympus.

Huh?

Had to strike them down.

- They'll find you out, Zartan.
- No. No, I don't think so.

That's the beauty of nanomites.

Here, take a look.

Hmm?

Flawless microtechnology.

You're insane.

Recess over. Sit him down.

You know, they say
this is a thankless job.

But yesterday I hung out with Bono.

My new Secret Service,
they want to burn the Constitution.

Literally.

And my interns...

Oh, yeah, I brought back the interns.

Mmm-mmm.

Do you know my favourite bit?
I get to blow stuff up.

Oh, I bet that endears you to the people.

Well, that's the thing.

Your approval ratings
climbed nine points.

Apparently, America wants
someone who looks like you,

but acts like me.

I'm the quicker blower-upper, baby.

Only one drawback.

The little wifey-pooh? Huh?

If you touch my family...

I'm yanking your chain.

Two long terms of you,

just a few short months of me.

So let's not waste the time I got left.

Where is the prison that holds
Cobra Commander and Destro?

Is this where I ask you,
what do you have planned?

Why does anyone want to be President?

Everybody wants to rule the world.

All squads,
gear up and clear the L.Z.

Prepare for extraction.

Extraction? What are we, teeth?

- Reach H.Q.?
- No, I got nothing.

- Go up high.
- Roger, Sarge.

Block.

All our men accounted for.
Not a single drop of blood.

- Boots to asses.
- Yes, sir.

Except for that...
Did you scrape your elbow?

- No, it's red sweat.
- Yup.

That better have been on somebody's face.

Hey, Duke.

You see that?

Security's early.

- Get down!
- Take cover!

Take cover!

To your weapons! Let's go!

On the ground! On the ground!

Mouse!

Get 'em out of the L.Z.!

Medic!

Go!

Flint's down! Flint's down!

- I'm going for him!
- Go!

Ten o'clock!

Get down!

Troops in contact!
Request immediate air support!

I repeat, immediate air support!

You all right? Come on, we got to move!
Go, go, go!

Help me!

You good? You hit?

Block, I got Flint. We got to get to cover!

Come on.

Incoming! Incoming!
Go, go, go, go, go!

Duke, come in.

Duke!

Duke!

Get to cover, now!

Go!

- Pull back! Rally point!
- Let's go!

Get to the well! Go!

Clear 'em out of there.

Fall back! Fall back!

We're clear.

Let's go!

We have met the enemy

and he is us.

Today, the world's elite fighting force,
the G.I. Joes,

abandoned their duty

and broke the sacred bond
that exists between

the American people,
and those entrusted with their security.

Ready and step.

Ready and

step!

The first domino fell with
the murder of the Pakistani president.

The assassin,

a Joe,

call sign

Snake Eyes.

But he didn't act alone.

The Joes intended to use this situation
to seize Pakistan's nuclear arsenal.

Now this incident

serves as a sobering reminder
of the scourge of nuclear weapons.

And to that end,

I call upon my fellow world leaders
to convene immediately to discuss

nuclear disarmament.

On three.

One.

Two.

Three!

The G.I. Joes

clearly went beyond
the boundaries of their mission.

On my orders, a covert Special Forces
unit code named Cobra

terminated with extreme prejudice
Joe Command,

facilities, personnel.

The G.I. Joes are no more.

We should leave.

There's nothing here.

There's nothing left here?

- That's not what he meant!
- These are our brothers!

That's not what he meant!

Whoever did this
is going to come back.

We need to move.

You are our leader now.

We head due east until we're clear.

We're gonna find the man
who did this to Duke

and our brothers.

And we're gonna kill him.

Snake Eyes.
Last place I thought I'd see you.

Warden James. It's a pleasure.

I'm a very big fan. I love the black.
It's very Johnny Cash.

Come. Welcome to Einsargen.

Let me tell you a little bit
about the place.

Listen to me.
I sound like a real-estate agent.

I'm not here to sell you anything.

Except maybe hopelessness.

How was your trip?

The sensation that you're feeling,
your upside-down tummy?

It's due to our descent into
a former East German mine shaft.

It was the deepest they ever dug.

So deep in fact that
you just crossed out of Germany

into international territory.

Which allows me

certain jurisdictional freedoms.

Huh?

One word, awesome.
This room is awesome!

Temperatures here exceed 210 degrees
when not artificially cooled to a crisp 68.

Almost calls for a Snuggie.

Wait till you see this next one.

See what I mean? This just slays me.

It's so interesting.
This is where science has come.

Did you know that during REM sleep,
the human body

produces a neural chemical

which paralyses
every muscle in the body

but the heart and the eyes?
This prevents us from acting out our dreams.

We have injected both of these men
with a synthetic version.

They're perfectly awake.
They're conscious,

they're aware of everything
that's going on around them.

It's just that they're
trapped inside themselves.

Well, I believe you know
your new neighbours, Destro,

Cobra Commander.

Oh, the three of you are like
my fantasy football team.

Gentlemen.

Now as your eyes and mind

travel to where you cannot,
I want you to agonise.

I want you to pine.

I want you to ache for what once was
and will never be again.

I want you to doubt
that there was ever a word for escape.

Welcome to hell.

You have no idea.

Snake Eyes speaks.

It never occurred to me
what you might sound like.

But I've always thought about
what you might look like.

We'll have that mask.

Storm Shadow.

So you killed the Pakistani president.

Well, you're not exactly
my first-round draft pick,

but I've always been a fan.

Protocol says we make
a distress call, right?

No.
Protocol died with the unit.

What?
How's anybody gonna know we're alive?

They're not, 'cause we're not.

To our government, to our families,
but especially to our enemy,

we were KIA at 0600 hours
in the Indus Valley Desert.

But we have to at least try.
I mean, there might be...

No. Anything we do now
is a rumour of a rumour.

Any and all traces
of our existence is terminated.

The only one I trust out there
is Snake Eyes.

When we got hit,
how we got hit,

we were set up right from the start.

How many stars would
someone need on their shoulder

to call an attack like that?
Four? Five?

No, not stars.
Buttons on his suit.

National Security Advisor.
Secretary of Defence.

No. There's only one man
who could authorise a strike like that.

And I voted for him.

All vitals on Cobra Commander
are steady.

Storm Shadow
nerve prohibitors injected.

Sixty-two degrees on a change of 4%.

Aerial threat! Down!

We're going home.

Full arrest! Full arrest!

No drill! Bring the restraints!
Remove the containment lid!

Where's the serum? Quickly!

Adrenaline now. Now! Adrenaline!

Let's go! Quickly, quickly!

Move! Move!

Where's the serum?

Let's go!

Peel back! Move!

What do you mean,
his heart stopped beating?

No one here dies unless I say so!

Oh, my God.

Fire!

Fire! Fire!

Take him down!
Take him down!

Clear on the north!

Clear!

Welcome to hell.

Stop!

You shoot anything
that walks through that door!

Anything!

Storm Shadow.

Never a doubt.

Cobra Commander.

Destro.

You're out of the band.

Come on.

Come on.

I see you've arranged transportation.

Making more things go boom
by 9:00 a.m.

than most people do all day.

Firefly. Good to see you, old friend.

Sir. Some people
just didn't want to let me in.

Now, I busted out of eight prisons.
But I only broke into one.

All communications have been cut off.
No one will know you're even missing.

Take him to the mountains to heal.

I'll need him
for the war I'm about to start.

I want to help you.

We've seen Storm's injuries.
We know where he's headed.

And you need me.

Good.

Sir, launch controls are nearly up.
The director was running behind.

Well, he ain't running behind no more.
Or anywhere else, for that matter.

Armour prototype
is complete to your specs.

I got it up to 60 on the dyno today.

You'll like this. Working title,
High Speed Sentry. HISS.

It's good to have you back, sir.

Ain't she a beauty?

Soon the world
will cower in the face of Zeus.

All we've been missing
is our Commander.

Cool mask.

Someone took his time.

Not easy to sneak out of that big, white,
11-bedroom, 35-and-a-half bath...

- Just don't forget who put you there.
- Or the rock you crawled out from.

Firefly. It's good to know
we're not running low on crazy.

Still all 10 fingers?

- How is our former President?
- Oh, he is worth his weight in platinum.

You know, they call it a waterboard,

but I never get bored.

In 48 hours, Zeus will launch.

Just one wrinkle.

Three Joes somehow survived
our little house cleaning.

A drone picked up voiceprints
in the Indus Valley.

Can I trust you with nothing?

They'll slip up.

And when they do,

I'll hunt 'em to ground.

Hoo-ah.

No, no, it's cool.

I got it.

You lost, little man?

No, I ain't lost.

I think you got the wrong street.

So why don't you take Miley Cyrus
and Ryan Seacrest

and head back that way?

I'm going that way.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Go ahead, Marvin.

Man, don't call me that name.

What's up? Little Marvin!

- Marvin?
- Big Marvin now.

Had you worried for a minute, man.

Watch your hand back there, boy.
You don't want them to get you.

Look at you. You got grown.

How your parents
make a kid this big, man?

- His parents are like 5'2" apiece.
- Really?

You're taking that P9OX serious, huh?

Twice a week.

I see. Look at the size of your neck.

Let me introduce you. This is Flint.

What up?

- Lady Jaye.
- Lady Jaye. Hey.

- Welcome back.
- Thank you.

It's what happens
when you're in trouble, you come home.

Home is where the help is.

Amen.

Well, we got you.

Set up at the rec centre.

Lay low over there.
Nobody gonna bother you.

As far as wheels go,

I'm gonna let you roll my truck.

Thank you.

I got payments on that truck, man.

I don't get it like I used to. All right?

Thank you, Stoop.

I owe you one, brother.

Actually, you owe me two.

That other one don't count.

Welcome home, Marvin.

Watch your step.

No one's been here for years.
This is gonna have to be our pit for now.

Wow. It's an actual pit.

It's my old stomping ground.

Are you sure
we can trust this Stoop guy?

Stoop's no angel.
But he is family and we can trust him.

- Can we be traced?
- We can mask our IP addresses.

I'll cyber-blast an encoded beacon
every six hours.

If any Joes did survive,

we need to let them know
where we're at.

All right. Well, let's get to work.

Flint, inventory every piece
of equipment we got left.

Jaye, start that database
on our President.

We'll find out what's going on
with our Commander-in-Chief.

He's not acting like the man we know.
We find out why,

we can start being soldiers again.

Lieutenant Lady Jaye,
requesting immediate aid.

If any Joes have survived...

This channel's restricted to Joes,
isn't it?

...magnetic west of the Potomac.

They're alive.

This is Lieutenant Lady Jaye
requesting immediate aid.

Lieutenant Lady Jaye,
this is Jinx and Snake Eyes.

We are in pursuit of Storm Shadow.

Even if Snake Eyes and Jinx grab Storm,
they're still halfway around the world.

We're on our own.

Enough for a battle.

Not a war.

We're fighting uphill here.

I came here when I was 14
with a life expectancy of 13.

I was bounced around
from home to home, until this

became my home.

Guys were lined up
outside that door to fight me.

They whooped my skinny ass so much
I started to enjoy it.

Till one winter,

I grew 8 inches and gained 60 pounds.

I punched a guy so hard
he couldn't move his arm to tap out.

Then when the Joes
came recruiting to the hood,

I'd already beaten down half of it.

I became a Joe to serve. In the field.

So if we're fighting uphill,
we take the hill.

Hey, I got something
you'll want to see.

During my check of the President,
look what I found.

This is the President on August 9th.

...an addiction to offshore energy,

where we 're forced to be kind of
embroiled in the affairs of foreign nations.

And this is 10 days later.

I mean, otherwise, we're sort of...

These are conversational fillers.
Little phrases

we spit out to give our brain
a chance to catch up

with our mouth. Like...

- Like.
- Yes.

And our President?

Between August 9th and August 19th,

he stopped using
"you know" and "kind of"

and started using
"I mean" and "sort of".

But that's not all.
"Supper" became "dinner".

"Soda" became "pop".

One President, two fingerprints.

But it's a few words, right?
I mean, how much can--

Check this out.

Two press conferences,
July 31st, September 1st.

See his fingers clasped?

Left thumb on top
versus right thumb on top.

The same person never does this
differently, it feels wrong.

What if the President

isn't the President?

Look, if the Commander-in-Chief
is an imposter

and he's the one that ordered the attack,

we have to assume
that there's no one we can trust.

There is one man.

He's the reason we call ourselves Joes.

Hello?

I'll take two cases of Thin Mints
and a box of Chuckle Lucks.

Lower your weapons.

General Colton, if I may...

Shut your mouth, Brenda!

My name's not Brenda.

- How'd you get in?
- Sir, apologies.

- Sergeant Marvin...
- I know who you are.

Then you know why I'm here.

It's not like
I don't hear what you're saying.

But an imposter President?

How come when the General says it,
it sounds crazy?

What'd they do with the real President?

We fear he's dead.

I don't think so.
You're not going to kill your best asset.

"Conrad Hauser. Duke."

Your captain.

Tell me one thing you know about him.

Great soldier.

Better friend.

And he saved my life, sir.

Good.

What you're proposing is treason.

I'm gonna need something
a little more to go on

than overlapping thumbs.

Before you retired, you served on a security
commission with the President's Chief of Staff.

- General Colton, can you get us close?
- Negative.

I can't scratch my ass in this town
without getting on the watch list.

Brenda, hand me that pen.

Girl Scout to secretary.

Amazing. Name's not Brenda.

It's just a pen.

Avenue K, Georgetown. 9:00 p.m.

There's a poker game
with the Chief of Staff there.

He's not a good poker player.
He's got 1,000 tells.

We only need one.

Hey, hon.
Just got out of poker. Poorer but wiser.

It was a good day, actually.

The Prez was taking his crazy pills again.

Baby, I'm gonna have to call you back.

Yeah. Love you.

Excuse me.

- Oh, hi.
- Hi.

- You need a hand with your bags?
- Sure.

No problem. There you go.

Thank you.

- Who said chivalry is dead, right?
- Chivalry.

Talk like that,
I'm gonna get myself in trouble.

- Where we heading?
- Just right around the corner.

That tingly feeling is amobarbital.

It's a sedative that causes
anterograde amnesia.

In five minutes, you're gonna be asleep.

In another five, you're gonna wake up
with no idea I ever existed.

Notice anything strange about your boss?

Maybe. Why?

'Cause you're gonna make
a phone call for us. Get us close to him.

But don't worry. You're gonna forget
everything, so your conscience will be clear.

Why are you doing this?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Make the call.

Oh!

Thank God.

El Presidente is on a roll.

His numbers are up.
And I'm not just talking about his age.

Now, I'm not gonna call
our Commander-in-Chief old.

Actually, he called me the other day
for some advice.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

He wanted to hook up
the nation's nuclear arsenal to the Clapper.

I'm sorry, ma'am, you're...

Late, I know.

Imagine the army it takes
to make me look like this.

Forgive me.
That's an army I'd like to enlist in.

Speaking of lists,

would you like to explain
why you're not on ours?

Here she is. Chief of Staff.

Enjoy your evening, Miss Vandervoort.

- I'm in.
- Roger that. Standing by.

Jaye? You keep your head down.
Be safe.

Mr Carville was
nice enough to mention

one of my passions.
Nuclear disarmament.

In just days, the leaders
of the world's eight nuclear nations

will gather at historic Fort Sumter
for a nuclear summit.

But before the Atomic Eight
break bread, it's our turn.

Thank you, James.
Thank you so much.

Mr President.
Amy Vandervoort, Fox News.

Oh, Fox, of course.

That's why you look
so "fair and balanced."

Very cute.
But I was actually hoping to have a...

- Dance?
- I was going to say, quote. - Ah.

Okay, here's a quote.

The world will change
after my nuclear summit.

How about we dance?

I really, I don't dance.

Sorry.

Thank you, Mr President.
You gave me what I need.

But I really have to make my deadline.

- It's been a pleasure.
- Thank you.

- How are you?
- Good, sir.

I got a strand of hair
from his jacket. I hope it's enough.

Come on.

Copy that.

Standing by for I.D.

All units, setting condition orange.
Stand by.

I don't take no for an answer.

Almost there.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Zartan?

Jaye, get out of there now.

Oh, my God.

We have an unauthorised I.D.
She's a Joe.

We have a Joe on the premises.

Jaye.

Jaye, now.

I'm out.

Plan B, rendezvous Bravo.

Negative.
Proceed to rendezvous Charlie.

Charlie.

What's that supposed to mean?

Sorry, Jaye.

I got it from here.

Don't.

We have proof.
We're taking it to Joe Colton.

You planned this all along.

Block, stand down.

We ain't lawyers. We're soldiers.

I told you I was gonna
find the man who did this.

I was gonna kill him.

No! That's... No. Negative!

Block. Block.

Damn it!

One in the chamber.

Block? Block, where are you?

I want to see that face.

The one where you realise
today's the day.

It's the face all those pretty little Joes
had in the desert

when I lit them all up like fireworks!

I really want to see that face.

There it is.

If Cobra and Zartan
are in the White House,

then the world is at stake.

Storm Shadow.

You will tell us Cobra's endgame,

or die by the same sword you once
used to kill our master.

Your sword,

given to you
by our beloved Hard Master.

Do you deny that your envy and hatred
drove you to shed

the Hard Master's blood?

It's possible
to feel so much hate

you stop feeling it at all.

Like a fish not knowing it's in water.

But my path was chosen for me

by my enemy

who framed me
for killing the Hard Master.

And my friends

who believed it.

Why defend yourself to men
too blind to see?

That is the Hard Master's blood.

But that is not...

Wait!

...my sword.

Arashikage steel does not break.

I have asked myself over and over

who despised me enough
to destroy my life?

I am sorry, Storm Shadow.

But who would stand to gain the most
by framing you for this crime?

Your young adversary
who chased you away?

Or the man into whose arms
you were chased.

Someone who welcomed you,

showed you kindness.

He needed me.

For who I would become.

A warrior of great skill and anger.

The man who betrayed me
was capable of great ingenuity,

violence,

but most of all,

disguise.

Zartan.

Yes.

Tell us what he and Cobra have planned

so we can destroy our common enemy

together.

Try to hold still.

You want to remind me how knuckles
are supposed to strike again?

Together?

Those were your words.

- I had a shot and I took it.
- Now, don't give me that!

- You went rogue!
- And I'd do it again.

Yeah? And what was
your big plan, then, huh?

You get yourself killed?

Jesus Christ. I listened to everything
you said over and over again.

- I never questioned...
- I wasn't going to bury any more Joes!

I've got guns to clean.

Hey.

Help me out here?

Thanks.

If my dad could see me now...

What are you talking about?

He wouldn't believe it.

Why?

Third generation military.

Desperately wanted a fourth, and

my mom had me.

Well, he must be
real proud of you, then.

He didn't believe in female soldiers.

I finally asked him why. He said

he didn't want to put his life
in the hands of a woman.

I enlisted the next day.

Spent the next seven years

trying to outrank him
so he'd have to salute me.

Did it work?

He died before I got the chance.

I'm sorry.

I'm actually gonna miss the red.

You look real nice.

Hey. I said we got guns to clean.

The world ain't saving itself.

That was for the tax hike.

- Like you pay taxes.
- Ain't always about me.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

We still need the man.

Besides, we've grown close.

Is Storm Shadow in?

Don't you worry about him.
He'll be more than ready.

I'm not too impressed with your Cabinet.

No confirmation hearings,
that's what you get.

Enough!

I'll take it from here.

He who controls this briefcase,
controls the U.S. nuclear arsenal

and the fate of humanity.

Open your eyes, Mr Ex-President.

The eyes are the windows to the soul.

- Open up.
- Zeus is ready.

We just need
one final piece of the puzzle.

Well done.

History will stand in judgment.

Not of me. Of you.

What do we got, Jaye?

Zartan's entire focus
has been this nuclear summit.

It has to be the key
to whatever he's planning.

All right. Well, then that's our target.

Yeah.

Guys, move.

I think I'm faster than you, Snake Eyes.

Damn Ninjas.

Good to see you, brother.

- Jaye.
- Jinx.

Back up.

- He's with us.
- I am not with you.

But for this once,

I am not against you.

How many of our men has he killed?
We're supposed to fight with him?

The leaders of the world
will gather tomorrow. It's a trap.

Storm is the only one
who knows Cobra's plan

inside and out.
He can help us find a way to stop it.

But we have to work together.

All right.

Let's move.

Merry Christmas.

Makes you wonder about your neighbours.

Nice.

Open up that couch.

Anything?

I brought my own.

Nice.

Yeah, that'll work.

Hey.

That one's mine.

This really is Patton's gun, isn't it?

Gift from his family.

- What an honour.
- You bet.

I was actually thinking about
something a little more your size.

Try not to scratch her up.

Idles a little rough in neutral.

I ain't gonna be in neutral.

Hoo-ah.

What about you?

DOD says I can't come out of retirement.

They didn't say anything about reenlisting.

Reporting for duty, Sergeant Major.

I'd like to bring a couple friends of mine.

Colton's team, it's our honour.

You guys take the perimeter.

Flint, Jaye, Snake,
you guys take the flank.

Jinx and Storm, Trojan Horse.

Zartan will be holding the briefcase.
Storm will be the closest man to him.

But he can't move
until we're all in position.

Everyone keep your eye on the prize.

We secure the football,
we secure the world.

Snake, how's all that sound?

That's what I thought.

Okay, wait. Hold on a second.

We still have enemy armour
here, here, and here. Right?

These tanks survive, we don't.

Leave the tanks to me.

- General?
- Call me Joe.

- Anything I missed?
- No.

Rock solid. My orders?

The President.

- Brenda's with my team.
- Roger that.

- Does Brenda get a vote?
- Negative.

- You need a pen?
- I need your help.

All right.

Let's kick that ass! Hoo-ah!

Hoo-ah!

A historic day for the President
of the United States as he meets with...

This afternoon, the President
is meeting with the leaders

of the eight nuclear powers.

Never before
has a President been so bold

to call the leaders
of the world together...

These are unprecedented nuclear talks
that most believed would never happen.

You can bet security is at its highest...

We may be closer to a nuclear-free world
than we have ever been.

My fellow world leaders,

welcome to the hallowed grounds
of Fort Sumter,

whose proud walls saw the first shots
in our nation's grievous Civil War.

Here, men rushed through the breach
in a madness.

What better place to step back
from that same breach.

Renounce our darker natures.

Forgive our staunchest foes.

This site is symbolic.

Not only for the peace
we seek to achieve,

but the conflagration we seek to avoid.

The Cobras who protect us today

are dedicated to the belief
that there is no greater peace

than peace of mind.

Thank you.

I'll say it again.

The world is safer
with a nuclear presence.

I'm sure your electorate will be happy
by our final proposal.

50% reduction by 2016.

There are a lot of leaders in this room.

But only one leader of the free world.

And he,

I, stay with me,

asked you here with the goal
of universal disarmament.

Nuclear zero.

Now, I was prepared to cajole
to get what I want.

I'm now at threaten.

Each of you will clear out
his nuclear closet immediately.

Failure to participate
will be considered an act of war.

- You're joking, of course.
- This summit is over.

Then this is it.

This is it, boys.

This country is at war.

With you and you and you
and you and you and you.

Delta team in position.
Echo, you're a go.

This is Echo.
Beginning assault.

The U.S. nuclear arsenal

is capable of destroying
each of your countries 14 times over.

Fifteen, in the case of North Korea,
just to be sure.

And all

at the push

of a button.

It's true. Yeah!

- Yeah, I pressed it.
- You have lost your mind!

It's all relative.

You got three minutes to decide.

- You got next watch?
- Maintain radio silence.

We cannot, we will not leave
a legacy of acquiescence!

Bring the briefcase.

Don't do this!
There can be no winners!

Ooh. High score.

Let history record
who was responsible for this madness.

Launch.

Launch.

Eyes on the Emerald City.

Jaye and Colton,
you're a go for POTUS.

- You all right?
- Yeah. You all right?

My cholesterol's a little high.

Jaye and General Colton.
Checkpoint neutralised.

You're on your own.

Well, the good news is,
no global warming summit next month.

Unless

one of us cared enough about his place
in history, to unilaterally disable his warheads.

Hmm?

You know, in the name of the children.

Any volunteers?

No? Fine.
Me.

Call your people to confirm.

You're a complete lunatic.

Says the man about to destroy Asia.

Come on,
who's going to follow suit, huh?

Are you really going to stand by
and watch as Earth is destroyed?

Abort!

I figured North Korea for last.

Got to love the little guy.

Gentlemen.

Welcome to a nuclear-free world.

I want to direct your attention
to live images of your homelands.

Now, you're looking
at an advanced weapons system

we call Project Zeus.

There are seven Zeus satellites
orbiting Earth.

Each satellite contains
10 hollow platinum tubes

filled with a tungsten rod.

Zeus satellite 1-A approaching London.

Ordnance live and loaded.
Awaiting drop authorisation.

Now, to direct a rod to its target,
we don't launch it or fire it.

We drop it!

Gravity does the rest.

Observe.

Satellite 1-A.
We have remote launch authorisation.

Three, two, one, drop.

A rod touches down
eight times faster than a bullet.

And with a force significantly greater
than a nuclear warhead.

None of the fallout.

All of the fun.

You will have to answer for this.

- To your Congress, your courts.
- Correction, they will have to answer to me.

What is it you want?

I want it all.

The Cobra revolution has begun.

By pressing that button,
Zartan initiated an auto-drop sequence.

My Zeus satellites
are moving into position

over your six remaining countries.

Satellites 2-A through 7-A
en route to targets.

The same button that begins this
can end it.

But I only press it for a price.

Total allegiance.

Block, secure the perimeter!

Get the control case from Zartan.
I'm going to drop them all.

Head to the door! Go, go, go!

Satellites en route to targets.

Beginning command protocols.

Follow that ground team! Go!

Stay.

On your six, Cobra two!

Cobra one, Cobra one,
I need eyes on! Eyes on!

Damn it.

We've got her cornered.

She ain't going anywhere.

Go!

Storm.
I never figured you for a Joe.

I'm very disappointed in you.

You're a bitch to hit.

Traitor.

Storm.

You know, this sword was never intended
for anyone with anger management issues.

Boom!

- What was that?
- Shut up.

- Ray?
- Yes, sir.

Check the door. Give me a sit rep.

I'm on it.

You two secure the entrance.

- What are you doing?
- Let's go. We're out of here.

Stand down. I'm gonna shoot him!

I said stand down!

Be a good G.I. Joe and drop the gun.
We're walking out of here.

I will shoot him in the head.
Do you understand me?

You're not listening, are you?
Put the gun down! Drop it!

Easy, easy.

- Put some pressure on it.
- General Colton.

- It's good to see you.
- Good to see you.

- Sorry, Mr President.
- No, it's fine.

Come on. Let's move.

Here we go.

Roadblock, POTUS secure.
No casualties.

Roger that, Jaye.

You betrayed the Hard Master.

And made me what I am.

Yep.

Yeah, I can see that was wrong.

We need eyes
on Firefly and Cobra ASAP.

Courtyard clear. No sign of him.

Commander, I have the case.

- We are still a go.
- How long till drop?

On schedule, Commander.
Five minutes to live fire.

- Final targeting to begin shortly.
- Zeus satellites 4 and 7 in position.

Zeus satellites 2, 3, 5, and 6 are locked
on target. France, Russia, North Korea,

India, Israel, China.

Block.

Cobra Commander's bugging out.

No sign of Firefly.

I've got him.

Targets acquired.
Ordnance live and loading.

Zeus 4 is ready to fire. Hatch is open.

- Get him!
- Take him out!

You want that case?

You're gonna have to come through me.

Oh, yeah.

That's right.

All satellites have begun load
for final countdown.

Launch codes confirmed.

Ten seconds to live fire.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven. Six.

Five.

Four. Three.

Two.

Threat terminated.

Team Bravo, perimeter has been
cleared and secured.

Joe Command to covert operations.
We have control of the perimeter.

Medical personnel are on the scene.
All Joes are accounted for.

We're going home.

The President is back safe
in the Oval Office today,

presiding over a ceremony
honouring the G.I. Joes.

With the world back in order,
rebuilding has begun around the world.

Those who stand beside us,
the world knows them as Joes.

We know them as heroes.

Jinx.

Welcome to the Joes.

Flint. Great job.

Captain Jaye Burnett.

I served with your father.

He'd be very proud of you.

Ladies and gentlemen, the G.I. Joes.

Hey.

For when you find Cobra Commander.

Where can we find you, General?

Just need my orders.

You know, we'd make a hell of a team.