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(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

(EXPLOSIONS AND GUNFIRE)

AUGUST 1944

- (CAMERA CLICKS)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(PEOPLE CHATTER IN GERMAN)

(HAMMERING)

(ENGINES RUMBLE)

(BRICKS CLINK)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

(MUSIC DARKENS)

GRAHOVO, YUGOSLAVIA

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

- (WOMAN EXCLAIMS)
- (SOLDIER SHOUTS)

(SHOUTS ORDERS)

(PEOPLE JOSTLE)

(BOTH SPEAKING SLAVIC LANGUAGE)
- What's happening?
- Go.

Mom! Who are they?

I don't have time to explain it
to you now. You have to go.

(BANGING AT DOOR)

Quick!

- (SHOUTING AND BANGING)
- Mom will come after you.

- BOY: Mama!
- Go. You have to go.

- (SOLDIERS SPEAKING GERMAN)
- Anybody here?

(SPEAKING GERMAN)
Would you mind?

For sure.

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(SOLDIERS SPEAKING GERMAN)

(MEN CONVERSING IN SLAVIC LANGUAGE)
- Is everything ready?
- Yes.

- Did you have any problems?
- No.

Hold it.

RENEGADES

(GUNFIRE AND EXPLOSIONS)

SARAJEVO, 1995

(MAN SPEAKS
FOREIGN LANGUAGE OVER PA)

(GUARD SPEAKING SLAVIC LANGUAGE)
Hello. Documents?

- (GUARD GIVES ORDER) Out! Get out!
- All right.

(GRUNTS)

Hands above your head. Move!

(BOTH GRUNT)

GUARD: Your hands!

Hey, take it easy!

- Clothes off.
- Not a good start.

- We've had worse.
- Now!

Yeah, I probably should have
worn different underwear, huh?

PETROVIC: Get dressed.

Future access to the General

will depend on your handling
of this interview.

We expect his words
to be heard unedited.

The world must see this is a man

of humanity and integrity.

We're here to report what
he has to say, word for word.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

- Shit.
- What's the story, JP?

(SIGHS) These things always
get wet.

Let's go old-school.

Come on. We gotta move.

(TORCH HISSING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

All right, General.

Could I just get
a sound level, please?

Just speak normally.

(SPEAKING SLAVIC LANGUAGE) I might have you
all skinned alive once all of this is done.

Sounds good to me.

- Hear what he just said?
- Loud and clear.

This is gonna be fun.

PORTER: Clear right.

Clear left.

Right here.

(PORTER GRUNTS)

General Milic,
how do you respond

to the international community

who say that your troops
have committed

these untold atrocities?

Simply. Very simply.

The people of the world
have been fed lies.

They fail to understand
the consequences

of Croatia's separation...

I'm sorry.
Uh, General, we lost sound.

If I may, I just need to
change out the battery.

- (EXHALES)
- Sorry.

It won't take too long.

Okay. Great. Okay.

- How is that?
- Good to go.

- (MEN SHOUTING)
- (GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

Stand by.
Three, two, one.

- Execute.
- PORTER: Turning steel!

(DISTANT RUMBLING)

(MAN SHOUTS IN SLAVIC LANGUAGE)
Quick!

(GRUNTING)

(OXYGEN HISSING)

MATT: Okay, Ben.

How was your interview, boys?

- Pretty boring.
- Yeah, but the sound was great.

(DOOR CREAKING)

Let's go.

Shit! Down, down, down.

All right, we got
a Serb boat out there.

Three, two, one. Go!

(GUNFIRE AND SHOUTING)

All right, get the General!
Get the bags!

Stanton,
clear those stairs for me.

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING
IN SLAVIC LANGUAGE)

- Ugh!
- Stairs clear!

Contact left!

Stanton, get up here!

RPG!

Stanton!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Go. Go. Last man!

STANTON: You sure?

Always.

(SOLDIERS EXCLAIMING)

(MEN LAUGHING)

When did you
learn to drive a tank?

It's the first time.
How am I doin'?

22 SAS, this is Formula 150.
Copy?

22 SAS, do you read?

SAS OPERATOR:
Yes, Formula 150. We read.

MATT: Finally.

So we've got the package.
We're moving due east.

Modify exfil plan.

What do you think,
Formula 150?

We'll have to check
with Command. Over.

JP, you ever shot one of those?

If it's got a trigger,
I can shoot it.

Use the trigger.

Here we go. (GRUNTS)

Round one. Ready and set!

RPG!

(BOTH GROAN)

(SHOUTS IN SLAVIC LANGUAGE)
Shoot! Shoot!

Shit. Diesel reserves.
Aim's too high.

- Hit them, JP!
- Got it. I got it!

Duck down!

Fuel for the fire.

- (MEN CHEERING)
- I take it you hit 'em.

(SHOUTING IN SLAVIC LANGUAGE)

22 SAS, what's
our new extraction point?

SAS OPERATOR: Hold on, 150.

Still waiting for
Command's authorization.

All right, we got company.

Authorize yourself to land
that chopper. We need it! Now!

- Grenades!
- (BRAKES SQUEAL)

- (BOTH EXCLAIM)
- SAS OPERATOR: Negative, 150.

You're now in
unsupported air space.

- Stick to the plan.
- What?

I ain't got time
for this shit. (GRUNTS)

So, where are we going?

We're taking the scenic route.

Incoming!

Whoa!

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

- JP, you see the comms tower?
- PORTER: Yeah.

- Bring it down!
- (LAUGHS)

Go, go, go! Gotta move!
Gotta move! Gotta move!

- Yes!
- Yes!

- (MEN CHEERING)
- All clear!

(TURRET WHIRRING)

Boys, I've got a tank
in front of us.

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

I've got one behind us too.

Petrovic.

- JP?
- Chief.

Turn your gun to 10 o'clock,

- Hit it.
- Copy that.

We're going for a swim, boys!

- (MEN GRUNT)
- Here we go!

(SHOUTING IN SLAVIC LANGUAGE)
Shoot them!

(BULLETS WHIZZ)

So, uh, when do you wanna go?

When it stops raining.

Alert the patrol boat.

I want them stopped.

(SOLDIERS SPEAKING
SLAVIC LANGUAGE)

(GRUNTS)

SAS OPERATOR: Formula 150,

we have clearance
for alternate extraction.

Formula 150,
we have clearance...

- Chief!
- ..for alternate extraction.

I repeat, we now
have clearance

for alternate extraction,
over.

You kidding me?

You're a little late, boys.

FORWARD OPERATING BASE,
BOSNIA-HERZEGOVINA

(CHICKENS CLUCKING)

(CHICKENS SQUAWKING)

(SIGHS)

Do you have any idea
the shitstorm you've created?

The people
I've had to explain this to?

I believe I do, sir.

Who asked you?

And, no, you do not, Barnes.

Because you don't have
two ounces

of gray matter
bouncing around

inside that hollow melon
on top of your shoulders.

Okay, sir.

Your orders were to get in,
secure the package,

deliver it without a footprint,

like we were never there.

And what did we get?

A Soviet-era tank
running roughshod

over half the goddamn city
of Sarajevo,

dead Serbs in its wake,

and a highly
uncomfortable conversation

between myself
and the Under Secretary

of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

Sir, we were compromised.

So in order
to protect my team

and complete the op,
we had to adapt.

And you thought driving
a goddamn tank

over half of Sarajevo
was the answer?

Yes, sir, I did.

You're all on leave.

Three days.

During which time,
Command will decide

whether to
flay your asses in public

for all the world to see

or maybe just
do it here privately

so only we get to enjoy it.

Dismissed.

Wait.

Almost forgot.

There's four more.

FYI, I will be having

quite the terse conversation
with 22 SAS.

Enjoy that
with utmost discretion.

Dismissed.

(SCOFFS) Goddamn tank.

PORTER: Anyone
for another drink?

- Because, uh, I'm buying.
- MATT: Really?

- That's a first.
- (PEOPLE SHOUTING)

All right,
so this round's on me

'cause I want to
say something...

You're not gonna hear
a word I'm saying, are you?

- What?
- 'Cause I can't hear myself.

- (MEN ARGUING LOUDLY)
- Boys!

Hey! (WHISTLES) Shut up!

You're not gonna shut up?
JP, privacy.

(PEOPLE CONTINUE SHOUTING)

- (MAN SCREAMS)
- (ALL LAUGHING)

Arggh!

After that trick,
I gotta say,

boys, here's to the success
of that mission

and here's to the success
of many more.

I couldn't ask for more
from any of you, boys.

STANTON: To the team!

Gentlemen, start your livers!

Already done.

Mmm! (GRUNTS)

Oh, oh, nine o'clock,
nine o'clock!

- MAN: Gorgeous.
- PORTER: Yours, or mine?

Ah, Lara. Lara, Lara, Lara.

I got a question
for you, Lara.

Of all the guys sitting here,

and I'm including myself
in these degenerates,

which one of us seems most
likely to succeed with you?

How do you say "not you"?

(MEN LAUGHING)

- Shot down!
- DUFFY: Ice cold!

How do I say, "She's perfect"?

(LAUGHING)

There you go, guys.
This one's on me!

Hey, hey, uh, Petar, listen.

Your waitress, Lara,
what's the deal with her?

Well, she's beautiful, no?

Yeah, she's beautiful,

but she's unreceptive
to my charms.

Well, she's the real deal.
A local girl with morals.

Ah, morals.

Well, that would put her
way out of your league.

(LAUGHING)

And I wanna know
what you're laughing at

'cause you're not even trying!

Ben, that's because I don't try.

- You should try it.
- ALL: Oh!

(ALL LAUGHING AND CHATTERING)

Which way are we going?
We getting a kebab?

No, I'm full.

Really?

Yeah, I might take a walk.

Ah. Keep your eye out
for Petrovic's guys.

Hear he's a sore loser.

(CHUCKLES)

See you, bud.

(PANTING)

(KNOCKS)

My "most likely to succeed."

(BOTH PANTING AND MOANING)

Is my man hungry?

No, your man is happy
right where he is.

Mmm.

I've been thinking,

I want you to come home
with me when we're done here.

Why do you want to bring me
to your home?

Because I love you.

And because you've changed me.

My future is here.

I cannot leave my country,
not now.

Lara, come on.
It's a mess out there.

Would you run away
if these terrible things

were happening in Bakerstown?

- Bakersfield.
- Oh.

No. No, I wouldn't.

Some weeks ago,
I started a foundation.

And yesterday
I got the official papers.

Now I can raise money
for what my country needs.

It's an opportunity.

- You want to know the name?
- Sure.

It's the Lara Simic Foundation

for a Rebuilt and Better
Bosnia-Herzegovina.

Wow. That's a long title.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh! I deserved that.

Hmm. You did.

You really are something.

Yes, I am, cowboy.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(DOOR OPENS)

(CONVERSING IN SLAVIC LANGUAGE)
What's this?

Smells good.

Get out!

Of course...

as soon as you give us the bar.

Give it up, Lara.

- I will not ask you again.
- You went too far Milenko.

Bringing these animals
into my house.

- Give it to us or we'll find it!
- Go to hell!

Get out.

Out!

(GROANS)

Hey! What's going on here?

Don't mess with us, American.
We don't fight nice here.

That's okay. Neither do I.

Friends?

(LAUGHS)
Look at this fool...

Ugh!

(GROANS)

(MAN MUTTERS AND COUGHS)

Now she gives us
what we came for

or your brain makes
a pretty picture

right here on the floor.

- Don't say anything, Lara.
- LARA: It's not here.

I'll show you.

Just don't hurt him.
He knows nothing about it.

That's my girl.

(ALL GRUNTING)

- Huh!
- (GROANS)

I told you, you should've
gone to get a kebab.

They're really good.

- (PANTING)
- Uh-uh.

- This one's mine.
- Hmm.

How long have you known?

About you two?

The whole time.

You haven't been very subtle.

(CHUCKLES)

So, Lara,

who are these guys?

Well, this one is my brother.

The other ones I don't know.

Well...

You, uh, might want to
start using this head,

try and work out what
that's all about.

All right?

(DARK MUSIC PLAYING)

0.999% pure.

12.4 kilograms.

Worth about 150,000
in your American dollars.

Jesus. Where did you get this?

It's a long story from...

..a long time ago.

(WONDROUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC DARKENS)

(MUSIC QUIETENS)

LARA:
It is my grandfather's story.

One that haunted him
most of his life.

(SOLDIER SPEAKING GERMAN)
Anybody here?

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

LARA: He did everything
he could to find trouble

and when he couldn't find it,
trouble found him.

(SOLDIERS CHATTERING)

(GASPS)

(SOLDIERS SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

(SOLDIER GRUNTS)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)
Drop it, please.

- (BRICK CLATTERS)
- (GROANS AND CURSES)

Get that rascal, he's got my gold!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING
IN DISTANCE)

- (SOLDIER CALLS OUT)
- (GUNFIRE)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(GUNFIRE CONTINUING)

(WHISPERING IN SLAVIC LANGUAGE)
Calm down, calm down! I will help you.

Come with me!

No! I'm not a Nazi!

Just calm down... Come on.

I'm your friend.

Will you trust me?

Would you come with me?

Come on. Come with me.
Let's go.

(MEN SPEAKING QUIETLY IN SLAVIC LANGUAGE)
- Is everything ready?
- Yes.

- Did you have any problems?
- No.

Come.

(MAN MURMURS)

- (DOGS BARKING)
- (DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)

(RUMBLING)

(SOLDIERS YELLING)

(MUFFLED SHOUTING)

LARA: It was as if Grahovo
never existed.

In time, it was forgotten.

But my grandfather,
he never forgot.

(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

People of my town
laughed at him.

They said he was
just a crazy old man

telling made-up stories.

But to me,
there was always something

different about this story.

There was pain in it.

A sadness he held inside him
the rest of his life.

And the gold bar?

It was exactly
where he told me it would be.

At the base of that statue.

Can you imagine what that gold
could do to help my people?

Will you help me get it?

You're saying that
this is Nazi gold?

French gold,
stolen by the Nazis.

And there's more of these
at the bottom of this lake?

And nobody knows it's there?

How many of these
are down there?

Trucks full.

Two thousand bars, maybe more.

- How much, Ben?
- This is about $150,000.

Times 2,000 bars...
(SCOFFS) $300 million.

You realize what we're
talking about here?

Recovering more than
$300 million in gold bars

that nobody's seen in 50 years.

Yeah. Under 150 feet of water.

Right in the middle
of enemy territory.

Not to mention the logistics
for an operation like that.

How did you even
find out about this?

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

- Hey, baby.
- Hey, sweetheart.

Mmm.

You remember Lara, right?

- The other night...
- From the bar.

I remember what happened.

(CHUCKLES)

- Who wants wine?
- Yeah, I'd love some.

These villages here?
Wiped out. Gone.

Those who managed to escape
lived worse than animals.

Scraps of food,
contaminated water,

no medical help.

Lady, that's why NATO is here,
to put an end to all that.

What happens when we all leave

and they're left to
rebuild their lives again?

With that gold,
they can build

schools, hospitals, roads.

It'll change the lives of
people who have no future.

Let's say we're able
to get the gold.

How do I know you're not
gonna take your share,

pack your things,
head to Switzerland?

So you're asking me
to put my men at risk,

potentially get them killed,
and for what?

What guarantee do we have
that you'll do what you say?

You're correct.

If you do this,
I cannot tell you the future.

But I can tell you
that I do not lie.

My heart is with my country.

In this gold, I see hope.

And hope is the only thing
we have left.

All right.

300 million.

- Split six ways.
- Two ways.

Excuse me?

Split two ways.

One half to you,
the other half to my people.

50-50.

You take it or leave it.

(GRUNTS)

We'd be risking everything.

- Our careers...
- How about our lives?

You know, I like my life.

For Christ's sakes,
we're US Navy SEALs.

It's wrong to
even be talking about it.

We're talking about a major
operation, in a hot zone

in which we have
no authority.

It's just... It's crazy.

It's too goddamn crazy
to even be considering.

- What if we could?
- (SCOFFS)

- You want to try, be my guest.
- MATT: Stanton's right.

What if we could?

We've been here six months.
What have we done?

Ah, this isn't
a military operation,

it's a covert mop-up drill.

This is a chance to
do something extraordinary

to help these people.

It's a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity, boys.

It's once-in-a-million.

So what do you say, boys?

Let me ask you something.

You and me, all this time...

Was it only to get the gold?

I did choose you because
I know you can help me.

But then, I fell for you.

You can believe me.

I love you.

We're in, all of us.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(SPEAKING SLAVIC LANGUAGE)
Keep looking.

According to Lara's grandfather,

the Germans were
unloading the gold

into the bank
before the dam blew.

Inside the bank is a vault

made in Lorca, Spain,
probably in the '30s.

That's the serial number.

Find out the kind of steel,
thickness, lock mechanism...

Anything that can help us
bust that thing open.

That's the base's
supply inventory.

Identify the gear we'll need.

- Figure out how to borrow it.
- Done.

There's a long wooden dock

about 300 yards
from our dive point.

We'll launch from there.

Rotate dives
in teams of two.

All right, we're gonna need
magnesium, burning bars

and pure O2
to cut through this steel.

And also a generator and 10
one-hour air tanks each night.

- You got them.
- How many nights you talking?

STANTON: Uh, I figure five.

We'll take turns
diving in 10-minute intervals

to avoid decompression sickness.

Supply clerks are tight-asses
when it comes to air tanks.

But you know what's funny?

SAS just happen to have
a whole bunch

of that stuff lying around.

Assholes messed up the extract
in our last op.

I'm sure they'll be more than
happy to help us out.

And if they don't,
we'll help ourselves.

Uh, anybody except me
wondering how we're gonna

get 2,000 gold bars
up out of that lake?

LARA: Uh, what do we need?

MATT: Batteries,
thermal lances...

Burning bars.
Ask him for burning bars.

(SPEAKING SLAVIC LANGUAGE)

They are here to help us, Mr. Kurjak.

I take it that's a "yes".

Yeah. Awesome. All right,
so we need 20 of them.

Twenty pieces.

(REPLIES IN SLAVIC LANGUAGE)

(LAUGHING)

What's so funny?

He asked if you Americans
plan to rob a bank!

So, the vault was
sophisticated for its day.

Four inches of tempered steel,
over half a meter of concrete.

JP, that will take us
days to burn through.

But to save money,

vault manufacturers
made the side walls

that lay next to an interior
wall half that thickness.

And the vault sits against the
wall of the church next door.

All right.
So we'll go in that way.

I swear to God, we...

If we get this gold out,

I'm gonna put this
to humanitarian use.

What? Start your own brewery?

- Duffy's Ale House, yeah.
- (SCOFFS) Ha!

- I see a Nobel Prize.
- Thank you.

- Cheers to that.
- Not to piss on your parade,

but if we can't
find a way to get

several tons of gold
out of that lake,

you ain't brewing shit.

It's a good point.

(FUNKY MUSIC PLAYING)

The hell are you
doing in here, Duffy?

Just wanted to stop by
for a chat, Walt.

No, no, no, no.

You don't chat.

A little shopping, then?

- Dimitri?
- I am Sergei.

Ah, Sergei, good.

You're familiar with the North
Atlantic Treaty Organization's

Operation Joint Endeavor?

- I know nothing...
- Well, I do.

More important than your
knowledge is your willingness

to assist the Joint Task Force
in this urgent secret mission.

- Top secret.
- Top secret?

- Mmm-hmm.
- How can I help?

Oh, we need a company vehicle,
just for a few days.

Uh, I would need to
ask permission...

Sergei, which part
of "top secret"

did you fail to understand?

I mean, lives are at stake.

You'd be doing the people of
your country a huge service.

I wouldn't be surprised
if you were hailed as a hero.

Mmm. Maybe even a medal.

Thank you, Sergei.

And from this point forward,
you are to deny everything.

If anyone asks
where that vehicle is,

then you don't know.

Because?

Because?

- Uh, I don't know.
- Exactly. Exactly.

Thank you, sir.

DUFFY: All right, Bob.
Nice and steady, on me.

Okay, keep it coming.
Keep it coming.

Oh! Triple 70 Equipment
Supply Company?

MATT: Yeah. That's it.

Ah. Altoona, Pennsylvania.

Delighting the customers
since 1971.

MATT: That's the one!

All right, don't stay out
too late, ladies.

Oh, we won't. Thank you.

(FUNKY MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

MATT: All right.

- I'll grab what's left.
- It's a good little base, bud.

Got any family, Mr. Matt?

Back home?

No. I don't.

You look like a family man.

I'm not.

And now's not the time
for a little talk

or a therapy session.

Okay. Here.

- (ENGING REVVING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Come on. Down.

Stay quiet.

Don't make a sound, okay?

Stay down.

(LOW, DARK MUSIC PLAYING)

(SOLDIERS CHATTERING
IN SLAVIC LANGUAGE)

(MAN SHOUTS)
Let's go, guys!

You okay?

- Come on.
- (TREMBLES)

- It's all right. You okay?
- Yeah.

Thanks, Matt.

(LAUGHING)

(SIGHS AND MUTTERS)

(CONVERSING IN SLAVIC LANGUAGE)
What's that?

Do you know that this can buy
your shitty dump a hundred times?

So what?

What am I going to do with that?
I need cash!

Like this...

So, the thing about gold
is it's heavy.

Each gold bar
weighs about 27 pounds.

So if there's
really 2,000 bars down there,

it's gonna weigh...

- 27 tons.
- All right.

Well, that means we're gonna
have to make multiple runs

to get it all up out of there.

So, how long is that gonna take?

No, no, no.
I can get it out in one shot.

- Hey. How did it go yesterday?
- MATT: Not good.

Patrol boats every 35 minutes
on that lake.

Petrovic hit another convoy
this morning.

It's a hot zone out there.

Now, boys,
if we get compromised,

we do not engage.

Withdraw, operation over.

All right.
So, what do you guys got?

Einstein here was about
to tell us how we're gonna

get all the gold out
of the lake in one shot.

- Really?
- Yep.

So, we need something
that can displace water,

but still bear
the weight of the gold

once it's at the surface.

A cargo net, spread out
on the floor of the lake.

So what we'll do is we'll add
the gold right on top,

then we'll take four small
lifting bags on each corner,

raise them together to a point

where we can add
a very large lifting bag.

But it's not enough.

What we'll have to do
is drape over the top

a cargo parachute
for more volume.

Add a little bit of air and...

(IMITATES LIFTOFF)
..straight up to the surface.

- Strong enough?
- BEN: Yeah.

It's a Kevlar weave,
yeah, plenty strong.

- That's brilliant.
- Almost. Still one problem.

Ah, I knew
he wasn't that smart.

That's how we get it
to the surface.

How do we get on land?

(LAUGHS)

Oh, yeah, no, I got that.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

He loves to tickle his balls.

You know, scoot low,

scare the bejesus
out of the natives.

He calls it
"tickling his balls".

Ain't that right, D? Whoo!

Ever consider
the nuisances down there?

Like, uh,
surface-to-air missiles, RPG?

Nah, shit like that
just bums him out.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC
CONTINUES PLAYING)

See that wooden dock,
200 meters out?

That's our drop position.

What's down there that requires
an off-the-books mission?

Gold. Nazi gold.

As much as one million
for you two to split.

Well, that's the magic number.

Next to flying, Detroit here
simply loves money.

Ain't that right, D?

What's the objective?

PORTER: Well, you drop us here.

Then you pick us and the gold up

at the agreed upon time.

We split it up and
go on our merry ways.

Sounds like a plan.

PORTER: Cargo's gonna be
heavy. Gonna be a problem?

Not if you're sitting in
a Super Sea Stallion.

He can fly one of those?

The man can fly anything.

Stallions, Dragons, Apaches.

You pin a tail rotor
on Pamela Anderson,

he's gonna fly her too!

(CHUCKLES) Is that right?

Three days' notice
is all we need.

Good.

Boys, we're in enemy territory.

Shit could get
real hot out here.

Oh!

Where did he go?

(ALL GRUNTING)

Ohh!

(JET ENGINE WHOOSHING)

(SCREAMS)

(RAINEY CHEERING)

All right.

How about you take me home?

(SIGHS)

(CONVERSING IN SLAVIC LANGUAGE)
Here, this is what they gave me.

Have you ever seen them before?

Them? Never.
Just some punks...

Those are their plates.

What you did is very patriotic.

(CONVERSING IN SLAVIC LANGUAGE)
A very unusual and valuable item.

Where's it from?

I found it.

From now on, I'll only speak to you...

(GUNSHOT)

Now you'll tell me everything.

What about decompression?

At that depth,
it's gonna be an issue.

We'll make controlled ascents.

PRIVATE: Ah, there you are.

Levin wants you and
your team in his office.

On the double.

You ladies have any idea

why you're standing here
before me?

I have an idea, sir.

You do not have a clue, Barnes.

That's what I meant to say, sir.

Yours truly and
General Tobias himself

met with SAS command yesterday.

We conducted an evaluation
of your recent operation,

which I supervised
with my customary

intelligence and thoroughness.

This investigation
led to the determination

of what many had come to suspect

about 22 SAS team.

Do you what that would be,
Lieutenant?

That they're a bunch of
crumpet-munching pussies, sir.

Correctamundo!

Furthermore, during the course
of said review,

the resourceful tactics
and heroic actions

of this team came to light.

General Tobias was
particularly impressed.

Please do not start waving

your tiny little penises around.

Which reminds me...

My arrogant little prick
of a brother-in-law

sent me this box of $50 cigars

to commemorate
the occasion of my birth.

Now, personally,
I would just as soon

grind one out in his eye

since he only does this
to flaunt his wealth,

thereby fuelling
his erroneous assertion

of his own superiority...

Classic Napoleon complex.

But I digress.

It seems that a significant
number of Serb head-hunters

are actively searching
to kill you knuckleheads.

Well, sir,
we welcome them to try.

I'm sure you would.

Fortunately for them,

that opportunity will not arise.

Joint Command wants
this whole mess to go away.

And by this "whole mess",

I do mean specifically
the five of you.

Really, sir?

You're being redeployed

as far away from here
as humanly possible.

In the meantime
you're shipping home.

Transport plane to Mannheim
departs in 36 hours

and your supremely lucky asses
will be on it.

Until then,
you are remanded to base.

With all due respect, sir,

we don't believe
that our work here

has been fully accomplished yet.

I appreciate that sentiment.

Unfortunately,
this is above my pay grade.

Dismissed.

Chief,
so what do you want to do?

What do you mean,
"What do you want to do?"

You heard the man.

Now we're shipping out.
We're done.

Pack your things
and let's get drunk.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm sorry, Stanton.

I know you really
wanted to do this for her.

You love her, don't you?

- Stupid question.
- (CHUCKLES)

- You want me to tell her?
- What? That I love her?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

No. You can tell her
that one yourself.

Seeing you two together...

It makes me happy, Stanton.

Thanks, buddy.

You shouldn't have, Giacomo.

Looks like we've got
a going away party.

- SAS, right?
- That's right, mate.

- What can I do you for?
- (LAUGHS)

There's absolutely nothing

that you guys can do for us.

But we dragged your fat

fish-and-chips eating asses
out of a world war...

- Two of them.
- Two.

Two world wars,

and you ladies
can't run a simple

extract op
out of Bosnia. (LAUGHS)

- You're drunk, mate.
- Oh, not drunk enough.

- (ALL GRUNTING)
- (HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ It's how we do it, man ♪

♪ Nah na na na nah ♪

♪ Na na na nah,
na na nah, na na nah ♪

♪ Na na na nah ♪

♪ Hey, start
like a jackrabbit ♪

♪ Finish in front of it ♪

♪ Ain't no homie
gonna play me ♪

♪ Top celebrity man ♪

♪ Murderer,
I'm the lyrical gangster ♪

♪ Murderer. ♪

(PANTING)

DUFFY:
How are you doing, Porter?

- Clear left.
- Clear right.

It pays to be a winner.

My dad, he was
a career naval officer.

So was my granddad.

They both fought in a war.
What are we fighting in?

A stupid peacekeeping mission.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Mmm! (LAUGHS)

You lost that one!

(PANTS)

What?

What have you been doing?
You been fighting?

No.

So you didn't run into
any of the SAS?

That's funny.

'Cause those things on
your face seem like you did.

- Yeah.
- Oh.

- (ALL LAUGHING)
- Cheers to that.

Just want to make
you proud, Chief.

- MATT: Well, you do! Cheers.
- Cheers, boys.

MATT: To your next battle.
DUFFY: Yes, sir.

(GRUNTS) Ah!

Ah! What?
You couldn't do it?

You lost that one.
Rack 'em up again?

What?

- I've got something.
- Yeah, a full glass!

No, no, no, listen!
Follow me, follow me!

What do you got?

So the reason
it's gonna take us

a week to get
into that vault

is we can only do
one-hour dives.

- Right?
- Yeah.

But if we build an operations
base somewhere down there,

an air pocket
we can work out of...

We could work non-stop
and just come up

for final decompression
right at the end.

Yeah, an air-tight area
we can pump air into.

Smart man.

Get Stanton on the phone.

Yeah, altar is on
the main level.

Above that's the choir gallery.

The steeple is
made out of stone.

Is there a bell
inside the steeple?

Solid bronze.

Well, then we'll start by
pumping water out of the bell,

and then
we'll load in the generator

and pump out the choir floor.

That will be
our operations base.

How long do you think
this op will take?

Eight hours, tops.

We could be back before sunrise.

Get the gear down to the dock
as fast as you can.

(LAIDBACK MUSIC
PLAYING ON STEREO)

(RAINEY HUMMING)

That operation we talked about?

We're going tonight.

- (LAUGHING)
- What?!

What did I tell you?
I'll need three days' notice.

(CONTINUES LAUGHING)

We can't requisition
a helicopter just like that.

All right. What about pick up?

Sun up. Can you do it?

(LAUGHS)

- Same coordinates?
- 0-44-9 on the button.

You might want to
lay off that shit

a few hours in advance.

Mmm...

Hey, you know
where we can find

another aircraft lying around?

Pilot included?

- Hey!
- Porter!

Give me something good, man.
We need a bird.

There's a C-160
in the north hangar.

Just got back
from a refueling run.

- Subtle.
- Yeah, that's my middle name.

All right, Ben. Take it down!

Let's go! Orders just come in!

What orders? We didn't get
any authorization for any...

Emergency operation green-lit
five minutes ago.

I thought SAS
was SEAL transport.

Yeah, they were,
but Command decided

we needed real men
flying us on this mission.

That's you guys. So...

Load her up. Load her up, boys!

(ZIP BUZZING)

(ENGINES DRONING)

Two minutes!

(INTREPID MUSIC PLAYING)

(AIR TANKS HISSING)

(BUBBLING AND HISSING)

(AIR RUSHING)

Hey, Chief, I think this
crazy idea might just work.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

All right. (GRUNTING)

Nice plan, bud. Nice plan.

- (GRUNTING)
- (MOTOR SPLUTTERING)

(MOTOR WHIRRING)

(MUSIC DARKENS)

(AIR BUBBLING AND HISSING)

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

(GASPS)

(EXHALES)

- Everything okay?
- Yeah. No problems.

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

All right.

(WONDROUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(AIR CONTINUES
BUBBLING AND HISSING)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Good.

(METAL CLINKS)

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

(SPEAKING SLAVIC LANGUAGE)
Is that her?

She won't get far.

Stay with him!

(WATER DRIPS)

(GOGGLES THUD)

(PANTING)

Two, three... (GRUNTS)

- Here you go.
- (GRUNTS)

- STANTON: All right, boys.
- (EXHALES)

Time to drill through
a stone wall.

Say your prayers.

We break the wall.
We break the vault.

Goldilocks!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUFFLED THUDDING)

(JUDDERING)

(METAL CLINKS)

(DRILLING)

(DRILLING CONTINUES)

(DRILLING STOPS)

(DRILLING CONTINUES)

(EXHALES)

Mortar around the stone
is starting to oxidize

from the air
we're pumping in.

How long do you think
it's gonna hold?

Not long. This place hasn't
seen oxygen in 50 years.

(RUMBLING)

(WATER POURING)

- Sir.
- Yep.

I saw Porter with Rainey
and Detroit the other day.

Very animated conversation.

(SIGHS) Get Rainey and Detroit
into my office ASAP.

Yes, sir.

(DARK MUSIC PLAYING)

Okay.

- Time check, boys.
- We're at four hours.

- How much air we got left?
- Two hours at most.

- (RUMBLING)
- (WHIMPERS)

Whoa! Whoa!

- Get back!
- Go, go, go, go!

Move!

Go! Get down!

Where's the crowbar?

(GRUNTING)

Give me that.
We gotta jam it up here.

(AIR SPLUTTERING)

Well, you two were
seen with them recently.

And I want to know
what they're up to.

Sir, we are
super friendly individuals.

We talk to just about anybody.

It's hard to remember
one from another, huh?

Lieutenant, if you withhold
information from me,

I will see to it
that this man

never straps his ass
into a cockpit ever again.

Sir, with all due respect...

Stop right there, Lieutenant.

In my experience, when a man
prefaces a statement

with the phrase "all due
respect", he is about to say

something disrespectful
and quite possibly stupid.

Are you certain
you wish to continue?

- Sir, yes.
- Be my guest.

This man has received
14 medals

for heroic
and meritorious acts.

He once flew
an FA-18 into battle,

one of his engines blown off
and refueled mid-flight

'cause he knew if he returned
to base, he'd be grounded.

The point is, sir,
Detroit Turner

is the best pilot
the Navy has.

Well, I believe you
might be right, Lieutenant.

I need you.

I do not need you, however.

- Petty Officer Clearwater?
- Sir?

Prepare discharge papers
for Lieutenant Rainey.

Yes, sir.

You're suddenly

uncharacteristically quiet,
Lieutenant.

You sure there's not something
you'd like to share with me?

(MUMBLES)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

Keep going.

So me and Porter are gonna
go down first, all right?

Then you two.

Understand?

You're friends
for a long time?

Can't remember
a time we weren't.

I see sadness in him.

Yeah, well, we've all
got our troubles, Lara.

His is at home.

(EXHALES) His wife.

You know...

He doesn't talk about it
anymore. Not even to me.

What happened?

Two years ago, his wife
got into a car accident.

She survived.

Their little girl, Billie...

..well, she didn't.

She was three.

He went home to bury her
and after that,

nothing was the same
between them.

Matt just...

He just couldn't forgive her.

(SORROWFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC DARKENS)

(THUDS SHELF)

So, uh, now she's got
nothing to say, huh?

JP...

What about you, lover boy?
No comment?

JP, enough!

What? It was a waste of time.
There's nothing down there!

- I don't understand!
- Well, let me explain to you.

There was no gold!

All right!
Cut it out, boys.

- Lara, it's not your fault.
- Well, it...

- It is her fault.
- JP, it's not her fault.

It was a story told to a kid.

To any kid, that would've
looked like a lot of gold.

The village must have flooded

before they got it
out of the trucks.

The gold must be scattered
all over the valley floor.

This another story, Stanton?

We still got ourselves
10 bars of gold. All right?

That is a hell
of a lot of money for me,

and for us and for you.

- Good point, Duffy.
- That's great.

That's great.
I'm getting out of here.

You're getting us all
out of here.

Super C-8, this is F-150.
What's your status?

RAINEY: About to lift off,
brother.

See you all shortly.

(SORROWFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC RISES)

What's going on, Chief?

That wall down there with
the Latin words, it's wrong.

The stone's upside down.

Here, grab that.

We're gonna smash our way
through that wall,

see what's behind it.

(UNEASY MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(CLINK!)

(BRICKS CLINKING)

(MOTOR CHURNS QUIETLY)

(SHOUTS IN SLAVIC LANGUAGE)
Gear up!

(PUFFS)

(LARA GROANS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(BLADE CHINKS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

Throw the explosives.

(ALL PANTING)

- Everybody all right?
- You okay?

No way of telling
how many are up there.

Doesn't matter.

We finish the job
we're doing, all right?

All right! Let's roll!

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(AIR HISSING)

(AIR HISSING)

(MUFFLED BOOMING)

(SOLDIER SHOUTS IN SLAVIC LANGUAGE)
Lower, lower!

(BRICKS CLINK)

(BOOM!)

(CRUMBLING)

- (COUGHS)
- (PANTING)

So, remind me again
who did the numbers

on how much air
we'd need down here, huh?

Oh, yeah, the math genius!

I'm sorry I did not
count on some crazy Serbs

dropping grenades
on us, okay?

Hey, frogman, it's called
a contingency plan.

Prepare for the worst.

There are boy scouts
who know this!

You're breathing air, right?

That's 'cause of
this math genius!

So why don't you
shut your mouth,

stop hogging
my half of the air?

I'm gonna buy you
a calculator for your birthday.

You know that, Ben?
A nice, big calc...

- Hey, Lara.
- Hey.

How you doing? You all right?

- (PANTS) Yeah.
- Yeah, yeah, okay.

How you doing, Ben?
You all right?

- I'm fine. I'm fine.
- Good.

(GRUNTS)

We're gonna need a little
more air to get to surface.

There's a couple of tanks
in the church.

Great. I'll go with you.

No. You stay here,
all right? You stay here.

- Hey, dude.
- Yeah?

We needed way more air.

Hey, Porter, don't even
start with that, okay?

(DARK MUSIC PLAYING)

(THUD)

(INHALES)

(CREAKING)

(INHALES)

(BOOMING)

(CRUMBLING)

(GASPING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

- Nice.
- You guys ready?

All right. We got enemies on
the surface and no primaries.

So what? Use the secondary.

- DUFFY: Yes, sir.
- Here we go.

Watch for signs of
decompression sickness.

We're good, we're good.
We got this.

- Good? Okay.
- (PANTING)

Straight ahead!

(ALL GASPING)

Shit.

Give it to me.

(BULLETS PINGING)

- (TRIGGER CLICKING)
- Man.

Shit!

Always said
I'd go out with a bang.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

Time to feed
the fishes, asshole!

MATT: Nice shot!

(ALL CHEERING)

- Yeah!
- (LAUGHS)

(TRIUMPHANT MUSIC PLAYING)

(HOOK CLINKS)

Get us up!

You up?

(ALL WHOOPING)

Whoo-hoo!

- (LAUGHS)
- Yeah!

You degenerates do realize
you would be dead

if I had not sent Detroit
to the rescue?

Thank you, sir.

I'm not interested
in a thank you.

I would be interested
in a goddamn explanation!

And I tell you what,
you can start with this.

Since when do
United States Navy SEALs

bring a civilian female
along on a mission?

Shut up! Finish your decomp.

And get your butts
up to my office.

Yes, sir.

LEVIN: Is that what goes on
around this base

on a day-to-day basis?

We're all taking
civilian females

out for a little stroll?

A little spin in our Humvee
or in our chopper?

Jesus Christ! This man's Navy
is not what it used to be.

Not by a goddamn country mile!

LEVIN: So you thought you
could just steal all that gold

and get away with it
on my watch?

No, sir.

We were going to
give you a full report, sir.

- Were you now?
- MATT: Yes, sir.

As soon as the gold was secured.

Do I look like a moron
to you, Barnes?

Yes, si... No, sir! No.

I'm sorry, sir.

Let me ask you simpletons this.

What did you plan to do
with 27 tons of gold bars?

Put it in your socks?

STANTON: Sir, turn it over
to the people of Bosnia

as a way of helping
rebuild their country, sir.

Okay, hold on. Just...

Just a second.

I might cry.

No, I don't think I will.

You realize you broke
damn near every oath you took

when you decided to embark
on this little escapade?

Yes, sir.

Now, I suppose I can
spin this in a positive light.

Emphasize that the operation
netted us Petrovic,

one of the biggest thorns
in NATO's side.

How much are we
talking about here?

I mean in US dollars.

Sir, as of yesterday's
exchange rate,

27 tons of gold bars
would be $302 million.

$302 million.

Well, that's a lot of money,
isn't it?

LEVIN: Amidst all the chaos

we are facing in this conflict,

this operation
clearly demonstrates

what can be accomplished

through the carefully planned
and executed efforts

of the United States military.

Thanks to the heroic
and selfless acts of this team

of United States Navy SEALs
and their local contacts,

I can now announce
that this gold,

stolen by the Nazi regime
50 years ago,

and valued at $150 million US,

will soon be returned to
its rightful place in France.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,
the Prime Minister of France

will present Lara Simic
with the Légion d'Honneur.

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

Well, this is
your lucky day, ladies.

And actual lady.

Do you know
why it's your lucky day?

No, sir.

Because my despicable
brother-in-law,

who also happens to be

my financial advisor and broker,

was able to unload
those gold bars

that somehow did not
find their way back to France.

I will now distribute

your shares
of this momentous heist.

- Moran.
- Thank you, sir.

- Duffy.
- Thank you very much, sir.

Mmm-hmm.

- Porter.
- Thank you, sir.

- Barnes.
- Thank you, sir.

LEVIN: Baker.

Miss Simic.

Sorry, sir, but don't these
make it your lucky day?

So we do all the work,
he gets the spoils?

- You gotta be kidding me.
- Do I look like I'm kidding?

Have I ever looked like
I was kidding?

You're lucky you get that
and not a court martial.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)

Well, that's what

you philanthropists wanted,
isn't that right?

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Excellent, then we should all

be happy as clams at high tide.

- Dismissed.
- Thank you, sir.

This, um...

This belongs to you, too.

Lara.

This also belongs to you.

If I could just get,
like, a plaque

or something with my name on it?

Or, like, a bronze bust
of my head?

Even a bowling alley
or something.

That would be great. Thanks.
Here you go. It's yours.

We did it.

MATT: You okay there, sir?

Your eye seems to be watery.

Dismissed!

Come on, cowboys. I'm buying.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

- Nice.
- MATT: Yes, ma'am.

- (ALL LAUGHING)
- Ooh!

All right, enough.
Off to the bar!

(LAUGHING CONTINUES)

- (LARA SQUEALS)
- (ALL CHATTERING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ We have the keys ♪

♪ Playground of kids ♪

♪ We are not alone yet ♪

♪ Enjoy, my dear ♪

♪ We have the keys ♪

♪ Playground of kids ♪

♪ We are not alone yet ♪

♪ Enjoy, my dear ♪

♪ We don't need
to have dreams ♪

♪ We enjoy the moments ♪

♪ We have the keys,
we have the keys ♪

♪ We don't need
to have dreams ♪

♪ We enjoy the moments ♪

♪ We have the keys,
we have the keys ♪

♪ Hey ya, hey ya, hey ya ♪

♪ You have the magic core ♪

♪ Feel free to see once more ♪

♪ Hey ya, hey ya, hey ya ♪

♪ You have the magic core ♪

♪ Feel free to see once more ♪

♪ We can dance in heaven ♪

♪ Or we can drown in hell ♪

♪ It will be over ♪

♪ We can dance in heaven ♪

♪ Or we can drown in hell ♪

♪ It will be over ♪

♪ We have the keys ♪

♪ And there's no joker ♪

♪ We have the keys ♪

♪ And we are across the line ♪

♪ We have the keys ♪

♪ And there's no joker ♪

♪ We have the keys ♪

♪ And we are across the line ♪

♪ We don't need
to have dreams ♪

♪ We enjoy the moments ♪

♪ We have the keys,
we have the keys ♪

♪ We don't need
to have dreams ♪

♪ We enjoy the moments ♪

♪ We have the keys,
we have the keys ♪

♪ Hey ya, hey ya, hey ya ♪

♪ You have the magic core ♪

♪ Feel free
to see once more ♪

♪ Hey ya, hey ya, hey ya ♪

♪ You have the magic core ♪

♪ Feel free
to see once more ♪

♪ We can dance in heaven ♪

♪ Or we can drown in hell ♪

♪ It will be over ♪

♪ We can dance in heaven ♪

♪ Or we can drown in hell ♪

♪ It will be over ♪

♪ No more pain ♪

♪ And no more rules
on your way ♪

♪ And you will
never, ever complain ♪

♪ No pain ♪

♪ No rules on your way ♪

♪ And you will
never, ever complain ♪

♪ Hey ya, hey ya, hey ya ♪

♪ You have the magic core ♪

♪ Feel free to see once more ♪

♪ Hey ya, hey ya, hey ya ♪

♪ You have the magic core ♪

♪ Feel free to see once more ♪

♪ We can dance in heaven ♪

♪ Or we can drown in hell ♪

♪ It will be over ♪

♪ We can dance in heaven ♪

♪ Or we can drown in hell ♪

♪ It will be over. ♪

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