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- Keep this sucker steady, Toll!
- I'm doin' my best!

Here we go!

Come on, you bastards!

Eat shit!

- Better duck.
- Oh, shit!

Yeah!

Cover up!

Break!

- Watch your head, Insect!
- Shut up, Gunner!

Gotta love it!

Incoming chopper!

We gotta get this thing
outta here!

You got any ideas?

- That's what I'm askin' you!
- Well, I'm askin' you.

Clear!

I got this.

Yeah!

Toll Road, get 'im up.

Trench?

- Oh, this is embarrassing.
- Yeah, it sure is.

- What's he doin' here?
- Saving this Chinese billionaire.

Oh, yeah? That's funny.
So are we.

Well, then we have
a scheduling problem, don't we?

- Cut me loose... Frankenstein.
- Don't get nuts, Gunner.

Do it.

- Where's your team?
- Waiting.

I need a weapon.
Something big.

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

My big weapon's hangin'
right where it is.

C'mon, Caesar. You got a backup.

If I don't get this back,
your ass is terminated.

In your dreams.

- Trench, we got a way out.
- Thanks. I got my own.

Let's get you out of here, pal.

Hey, look. I hate to break up the bromance.
We're 20 seconds late!

Get Moneybags up.

A "thank you" would be nice.

- I hate owing you.
- Well, you do, big boy.

Let's go, Yao.

- Did you win?
- Of course I win.

Let's go!

I'm out!

Now you put on your lucky ring?

One wet wall comin' up.

I got your gang bang
right here!

What?!

I got your back!

Keep movin'!

Here we go!

- Why always me?
- You hit?

Yeah, twice.

- Better you than me.
- That's nice. Nice.

- You order room service?
- Not really.

This is gonna be
a piss-poor ending.

- That loaded?
- We can only hope.

Sorry, sir. I had to adjust
for a wind shift.

No problem.
Hit the last position.

Movin' out. Over.

Let's go, go, go!

Yeah!

Let's go! Come on!

Okay, hold on, ladies.

The cavalry's here.

It's about time you got here!

- Wake up Santa.
- On it.

Shit!

The guy is good. You're good.

Appreciate it, sir.

We'll swing around
and pick you up, kid.

Won't be late, sir.

Go!

All right, guys.
Put your toys away.

Target in sight.

- Soup's hot!
- Fire!

- You missed.
- You're aimin'!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

- Yeah!
- Whoo!

That was a statement.
Hit it!

- Drop the skis!
- Come on, get rid of this weight.

Climb, baby.

Climb, baby!

Climb!

It ain't gettin' up!

Lucky ring.

Lucky ring.

We are approximately
20 miles out of Beijing.

Not that I wanna hear it,
what's the oil pressure?

- Faulty.
- Oh, great. And the altimeter?

Would you believe?
It's stuck on 10,000 feet.

- Hydraulics?
- What hydraulics?

Congratulations.
You own another piece of junk now.

- Hey, can we talk when you're not too busy?
- Sure, anytime.

Kid's amazing.

Really. So am I.
You're just used to me.

Get the client ready.

What is going on?

Looks like you're takin'
a shortcut home, pal.

Parachute good?

Parachute?
Why you got a parachute?

Can you believe they changed
our landing permit until tomorrow?

Yeah, but it's okay.
I'll get home a little earlier.

Fifteen seconds.

Openin' the hatch!

Yang, get Moneybags home safely.

So when you comin' back?

Maybe soon, maybe never.
Maybe try a new life.

Then who am I supposed
to pick on?

You will find another minority.

Yang.

Smile.

See you later... alligator.

That's real Chinese takeout.

Floor it. I'm homesick.

You got it.

Yes! I love this song! Whoo!

Juliet! Two.

Christmas... my friend...

Please tell me
you ain't goin' through with this.

Course I am. Look at that girl.

Who wouldn't marry 'er?

She cheated on you.

- It was a half-cheat.
- Which is?

The other side of a half-truth.

- The facts are murky.
- Murky.

I hate to break this to you, pal,

but your girlfriend over there
has a world-class cheatin' gene.

- I should stab you in the heart.
- Too late.

Hi, cheers.

You know, I used to think
you had a black heart.

Black is too colorful.

- Hey, babe.
- Hey.

- Hey, Barney.
- Hey, Lacy.

Promise next time not to keep
my baby away so long?

Cross my heart.

If he had one.

Look who's lost in space.

Got a pen?

Hey!

You got anything
that doesn't have skulls on it?

Matter of fact, I don't.

Einstein's theory
of special relativity.

Only I made it better.

Believe it or not, before Gunner became
chemically unbalanced,

he went to MIT, had a Master's degree
in chemical engineering.

This idiot actually had a brain,
you believe that?

- Well, what happened?
- He quit to be a bouncer.

I wanted to get close to this girl
who danced at this disco.

Yeah, I can't believe
she dumped you.

- Wouldn't you?
- I would, yeah.

- Can we talk outside?
- Yeah, sure. Let's go.

- How do I put this?
- Just be straight up. Honest.

I feel, uh...

I'm not sure what I feel.

This life... it's not for you, is it?

I thought it was.

You gave me a chance to be one o' you,
and you got my respect forever.

And you got my respect, too.

What are you gonna do?

Well, I'd like to finish out the month.

Then I wanna go
meet up with my girlfriend.

- Where's she from?
- She's, uh, she's French.

Believe it or not, I met 'er
in Afghanistan. She was a nurse.

- That comes in handy.
- Yeah. And you'd like 'er.

You know, she's the kind o' person
you wanna do things for.

That's why I took this job,
cause the money's great and...

Now I can afford to get 'er
everything she deserves...

It's one o' those things
that just feels right.

Well, you know, when you can be with someone
and you don't even have to talk.

You already know what they're thinkin'.
You ever had that?

Sure.

I don't want you to think that
I'm desertin' you.

No, listen. If I had to do it
all over again at your age,

I'd be doin' what you're doin'.

Why don't you
freshen up that beer?

All right.

Barney... Ross.

What do you want from me, Church?

Not too good in the memory category,
are you, Barney?

You made a deal with me.
You gave me your word.

And you end up
blowin' up half of Vilena,

punchin' holes and a bowie knife
through a fellow CIA agent,

even if he was a dirtbag.

But what breaks my heart...

is that you stole 5 million dollars
from me.

And for all this male pattern badness,

I could've put you in the deepest,
darkest hole in Gitmo.

No sunlight.

- But I kept you out.
- Great.

Because I knew the day would come
when you were gonna pay me back.

Today... is that day.

Keep talkin'.

A Chinese plane got shot down
over the mountains

near a hell-hole called Gasak.

- Yeah? Who shot it down?
- Take a guess.

On board that plane is a safe carrying something
you don't need to know about.

All you need to know is
you can't let it fall into the wrong hands.

Now, you're gonna go in there,

and you're gonna get the contents
of that safe before anyone else.

You're gonna bring it to me.

It should be
a walk in the park for you.

And then we're even.

We'll get to that.

The safe in that plane
is very high-tech.

The access code changes
every 120 seconds.

You use the wrong code,
it blows.

- So we need to get you in...
- Wait, wait.

"We". Who's "we"?
Who are you workin' with?

That's none o' your business.

Let's just call our host
The Corporation.

All right?
I'm sending along a pro

who specializes in this type o' situation.
Her name is Maggie Chang.

A woman.

That usually goes along
with the name Maggie, yeah.

Forget it.

She can handle herself.

But let me be clear.

If anything happens to her,
she gets a hangnail,

she gets hurt,
she gets roughed up,

she doesn't come back in
exactly the same condition she went in,

you and your little gang of psychotic mutts
will never be seen again.

And that, I promise you.

I don't make
a very good babysitter.

Don't sell yourself short.

You're gonna make
a very good babysitter.

Be there at 7:00.

Hey. I'm Maggie Chang.

- You're Barney Ross?
- Yeah.

- Mr. Church told you about me?
- Said you wanna tag along?

Help, not tag along.

Nice motorcycle.

Where we're goin' is new.
We don't know what to expect.

Is it custom?

I think it's a mistake,
you comin' along.

Build it yourself?

Yeah, I built it myself.
Are you playin' games with me, Maggie?

No. Are you playing games with me?

Church told me what you said.

I'm combat proficient.
I don't need a babysitter.

- So... when do we leave?
- 05:00.

Nice meeting you.

- She's into me.
- She hates you.

Watch this.

Um...

You know, if somethin' happens to her,
it's comin' back on us.

Did you ever think
to ask me for my opinion?

I told you 10 times before, I didn't have a choice,
unless you don't mind goin' to jail.

Yeah, well, Church intimidated you.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Oh, is that the woman
you can never fully trust callin' again?

You know,
I will stab you one day.

Hey, baby.

Yeah, course
I'm thinkin' about you.

What else is there to think about?

Hopeless.

Hey.

You were in the Army, right?
I can tell.

Yes, ma'am. Three years.

Last tour was Afghanistan,
Kunar Province.

- Didn't like it any more?
- Uhh... Long story.

- I would like to hear it.
- All right.

I, uh, I was trained as a sniper,
and an instructor, too,

but... I actually wanted to mix it up,
get in on the action.

Uh, this one time, we're stuck out
in this hell-hole valley.

About 30 Taliban opened up
from these houses in the hills above us.

And they got about eight of us
pinned down bad.

So I called in for artillery support.
But... "No way", says the captain.

Didn't wanna endanger the locals.

So we scattered. Some crawled to a ditch,
some... to the dry riverbed and the rest bailed, but...

We were still stuck in the kill zone.

And we battled for...
I don't know, three hours.

And finally, an Apache gunship chopper
showed up to provide air cover.

Scattered the Hadjis, but...

Smoke clears and four of my squad are dead
in the ditch and two in the riverbed.

Yeah, I was... mad and sick,
all dead for nothin'.

You know,
the most... screwed up thing of all...

is when I got back to base that night,

I found out that they had shot
this stray dog that I adopted.

Commander's orders to get rid
of all animals on the base.

I mean, you'd think we had enough damn
shootin' for one day, you know?

And, anyway,
I, uh, I figured it was time to move on.

I heard these guys were lookin'
for someone, and here I am.

You got that transponder?

- Yes. Apparently, 15 kilometers northwest.
- Okay.

Oh, hello, darlin'.

Hello, darlin'.
I'm a little busy. Can I...

Let's move.
We're in and outta here fast.

The sooner, the better.

- Billy the Kid.
- Yeah?

Today's your lucky day.
You get to take point.

My pleasure, sir.

Impressive.

Hold on.

- Remember when you could do that?
- No, do you?

I could blow 'im away
if I needed to.

Really? Look down.

Look down.
You see what I see? Short legs.

A thousand bucks you can't catch 'im.
Go on, Flash.

- I'm a little busy.
- Are you?

Found the wreck
at the bottom of the hill, sir.

Slow it down, Billy.
You're makin' us look bad.

- Say it again, over?
- You heard.

- Roger that. Slowin' it down.
- We appreciate it.

- Rest o' the plane's over the hill, sir.
- Good work, Billy.

Looks like somebody had a bad day.

You guys go to the right.

Take off, Rover.

A'it, Billy.
You get a vantage point up there.

There's fur in their hands.

These guys were alive
until the wolves got to 'em.

Be careful.

Is this it?

Yes, it's here.

Caesar! I need you in here.

Caesar, grab a hold of this thing.
I think it's spring-loaded.

Lee, hook it on.

Now, on the count of three,
let's pull it back.

Ready?

One... two... three.

- We can't hold this.
- You have to.

Come on, Maggie!

- Something's wrong.
- What?

The explosive timer's triggered.

- How long?
- Fifty-four seconds!

If we leave now, we'll make it.

- Maggie, let it go!
- No, I can do it!

Come on, Maggie!

Man, what's goin' on?

She tripped the detonator.
Stay back!

I'm losin' my grip!

You do, she's cut in half.

- Come on, Maggie!
- Got it!

- Yeah, lucky I was here.
- Just thinkin' that.

I'm sorry.
It's important I get this.

You got guts. No common sense.
But guts. C'mon.

It's all right. We got it.
Let's go. You're strong.

Billy! Come on down.
We're outta here.

What happened?

That woman is crazy,
but I got a good pump.

Aren't you curious
about what's inside the case?

Nah, I just wanna get Church
off our back.

Billy the Kid!

Where the hell is he? Billy!

- Drop your weapons!
- No way.

It ain't happenin'.

No?

Are you sure?

I'm sorry, sir.
They were waitin'.

- Drop the weapons now.
- Don't do it.

He's a strong soldier.

Let's see how strong he is.

Do it.

- No!
- Oh-ho-ho!

Don't do nothin' he says!

Don't talk.

You should not speak.

I'm gonna kill 'im.

When I fire,
his head... will be gone.

Three seconds.

Don't give your weapons.
You don't owe me anything!

One.

Two.

Don't do this!
They'll kill everyone!

He's gonna kill 'im.

Et numero trois...

Drop 'em!

I'm impressed.
Very good use of intelligence.

Everybody stay calm, we'll be done soon
and then we'll be on our way.

Bring me that knife.

What's this symbol?

I like symbol.

This is the symbol of the goat.

The pet of Satan...

they say.

- You have a case that belongs to me.
- Does it?

Yes, like your lives.

It was lost. He doesn't have it.

Last time the case,
or you will force me

to cut...

his heart... out.

Do it, you piece o' shit.

Wait!

Let me have it.

Hey!

- You talkin' to me?
- Pick it up.

- Hand it to me.
- Go get it yourself.

- What was that?
- You heard.

Now pick it up,

hand it to me nicely,

or you'll get what he got.

Do it, Lee.

You'll be all right, Billy.

Respect is everything.

Without respect, we're just people.
Common, shitty people.

I'm sorry, sir.

It's not your fault.

Now what?

We're both fighting men.

And I respect that.

And fighting men...

they don't deserve
to be killed like sheep.

But...

respect...

must be taught.

Lie down with your face
on the ground until we leave.

Don't challenge me.

Get down.

Are you afraid of me?

No. I'm not.

You should be.

- I'm dyin'.
- Don't talk, Billy.

Cut his hands loose!

The letter.

In my pocket.

A'it, kid. I got it.

I got it.

- I'm so sorry.
- I believe you.

What was in the case?

A computer.
Blueprint of a mine.

A mine? What mine?!

The Russians stored nearly 5 tons
of weapons-grade plutonium.

The mine was abandoned after the Cold War.
No one knows it's there.

The blueprint shows
where the plutonium is stored.

We want to stop it
before it gets in the wrong hands.

I guess that didn't happen, did it?

This kid died
so some dirtbag can make bombs.

I'm so sorry.

Not as sorry as I am.

Let's take care of 'im.

"Dear Sophia"

"I wish I could find something different
to do besides just missing you,"

"but I can't."

"The team's treating me good.
We got each other's backs."

"And I want you to know that
wherever I end up,"

"I'll be wantin'
the very best for you."

"And if some miracle happens,
and I come back again,"

"I hope I'm still your man.
Much love, Billy."

Why is it that the one of us...
who wants to live the most,

who deserves to live the most, dies?

And the ones that deserve to die,
keep on living?

What's the message in that?

What's the plan?

Track 'im, find 'im, kill 'im.

CZ-1492, come on.
Requesting a response immediately.

Who's this bozo?

CZ-1492, this is
a secure air wave. Do you read?

What's this about?

What's taking so long,
Barney Ross?

This should have been a walk in the park
for you guys. Where's the case?

Don't have it.

I warned you what would happen
to you mutts if you pulled this shit again.

A good man died
tryin' to get that case.

- I'm sorry about that.
- Are you?

Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.

But this sort o' situation comes
with the territory, wouldn't you say?

And so does payback.

You know, Church, you're the kinda guy
that pulls the strings,

and everyone else
does your dirty work

cause you never had the guts
to do it yourself.

We're done.

Sir... We got a problem.

The digging has slowed down.
Too many are dying.

They're exhausted.

He's tired.

Anybody else tired?

Get more workers.

We've already taken most
of the men from the villages.

Get all the rest.

Women, children, all of them.

Show me.

Now we know where it is.
Right, right.

Okay. I know what to do.

Good. I want the plutonium out
in three days.

Three days?

I have people ready
to pay four million a kilo now.

Three days. No more.

Understood.

You're smart.
Imagine if 6 pounds of pure plutonium

is powerful enough to change
the balance of the world.

So, imagine what 5 tons would do.
It's very interesting. Yeah?

- Something's happening.
- What?

The transmission stopped.
They're underground.

Puttin' it down right here.

Come on, let's hustle, hustle.
We gotta move.

Christmas! Come on, Lee. Do you even know
what the hell you're doin'?

Five minutes.

- Don't get your knickers in a twist.
- Right.

Another transport truck.
Could be one o' theirs.

Let's check this place out.

No shootin'.

- Classics?
- Yeah.

- I've been dyin' to use these.
- We'll beat the truth outta 'em.

Maggie, you tell the guys
to wait in the truck.

Okay.

- They're here.
- Yeah.

Speak English?

- He's slightly gigantic.
- So?

Just sayin'.

- He's really gigantic.
- I said that.

Hey!

Can't beat a classic.

I say we beat some info
outta these guys and get movin'.

- Sounds good to me.
- Let's start with the midget.

Calm down, boys. I can get
them to talk with much less effort.

What's she gonna do,
give him a pedicure?

It's a little sick.

Christmas,
I need you to hotwire that truck

and go back to the plane
and get the weapons.

Why don't you get
one o' those cheese-heads to do it?

Stop complainin'.

I should've bounced
one o' these over your skull.

- How'd it go?
- We're on. Let's move.

Cheese-heads.

They call themselves Sangs.

They say they control
everything east of the mountains.

Robbery, kidnapping, assassinations...
Basically, a cartel for hire.

- How do you know the language?
- Easy. Put it together.

It's a cross between
Ukraine and Bulgarian dialect.

Impressed?

A little.

Christmas!

- What?!
- Why are you yellin'?

Cause you gave me
the shit job, that's why.

I'm gonna shoot you in the face
when I see ya.

Where are you?

The 60-year-old death trap
you call a plane.

Well, what's takin' so long?

Cause there's bridges out,
signs missing.

I've been drivin' these dire roads
for the last seven hours!

You done complainin'?

Thanks for the sympathy.

This is weird.

Just like home.

That figures.

What the hell is this place?

I believe
it's an old Soviet Army base.

Probably used in the 80's... Cold War...

They most likely staged maneuvers
and practice attacks against the U.S. here.

Is there anything you don't know?

Great. Just what I need.
50-year-old pizza.

We'll bed down here for the night.

Ogh...

This tastes like shit.

How's yours?

Can't complain about rigatoni.

Plan ahead, fellas.

That's all I have to say.

Y'all, what if you knew
you were gonna die tomorrow?

What would your last meal be?

- One choice.
- One choice?

- It'd probably be cereal for you, huh?
- And what the hell's wrong with cereal?

It's cliche.

You gotta be original. You know,
if you were an original, broad-thinking man,

you'd probably come up
with some special cereal, like Earios.

You know, just like your ear.
You know, pour milk on them suckers,

they just lay there and
you don't hear shit.

For the record...
my hearing is 20/20.

Barney?

Donuts and most food that kills ya.

- That's deep, man.
- Oh... You think so?

Maggie?

Crispy aromatic duck with plum sauce.

Very sexy.

But I like Italian, too.

I'm startin' to think
Italian's overrated.

Hey. What about me?

My favorite Swedish dinner would be...

baby seal... and whale ass...
in the summer.

But I'd really die... for some Chinese.

Then you're gonna starve to death.

All right, sweet dreams.

Hey, Barney.
I'm not done eatin', man.

- Can I ask you something?
- Sure, go ahead.

Why are you so nervous around me?

- I don't get nervous, Maggie.
- What is it then?

I just like keepin' a distance.

Is it because you don't want
to know any more people?

Let's just say bad things have happened
to people I've gotten close to.

Not a good way to live.

I know.

Do you think about
the young man who died?

All the time.

- You don't talk about him much.
- No, that's how we deal with death.

We can't change what it is,
so we keep it light until it's time to get dark.

And then we get pitch black.

Understand?

I understand.

Good night.

Good night, Maggie.

I swear to God, if he doesn't stop snorin',
I'm gonna shoot 'im.

Gunner!

You rang?

I know it's a stupid question.

I don't suppose
you have any more o' that coffee.

- Pot only makes one cup.
- Yeah. That's what I figured.

Listen up.

Those guys said the congregation of Sangs
are probably in this area,

concentrated east.

So, that's where we're goin'.
We're outta here in 10 minutes.

You get ready.
Do what you gotta do.

Houston? We got a problem.

Down!

We gotta get outta here!

- Go!
- Go, go go!

Go, go, go, go!

Go!

Save your ammo.

Where the hell are you?

I'm almost there.

Hey, what's goin' on?
Are those shots?

Yeah.

- What's happenin'?
- The Sangs got us pinned down.

- Can you hold 'em off?
- Yeah, maybe with a tank.

- Oh, shit.
- What?

They got a tank.
C'mon. C'mon! C'mon!

Oh!

Let's roll! C'mon!

I'm out.

One left. Why not?

Hey, who did that?

Not me, I'm out.

Hey, what just happened?

- Somebody got a little carried away.
- It looks that way.

Where are the shooters?

I don't know, but if they wanted us dead,
we'd be dead.

Barney?

Don't freak out.

Small world, huh, Barney?

Booker?
Rumor had it you were dead.

Yeah, I heard that, too.
So, how's life treating ya?

Been better.

- You did all this?
- I fly solo. I thought you knew that.

Yeah, I heard it,
but I didn't buy it.

Well, now you do.

This your team?

Yeah. Gunner, Toll Road,
Hale Caesar and Maggie.

Booker... You're the one
people call the Lone Wolf?

I've been called that.
But I have mellowed.

Not that much.

I heard another rumor,
that you were bitten by a king cobra?

Yeah, I was.
But after five days of agonizing pain,

the cobra died.

Hey, Booker.
Great to see you, man.

So, how'd you wind up
in this godforsaken place?

We got ambushed by Sangs
about 100 kilometers east of here,

killed one o' my men,
young kid.

- Yeah, sorry to hear that.
- Yeah.

The Sangs are the lowest form o' scum.

- Shootin' them has been a good business.
- Do you know who the leader is?

- Yeah, a guy named Vilain.
- Vilain.

Mm-hm. Yeah, he pretty much controls
everything in this area.

You're gonna need more men
if you expect to get out alive.

- Can you help out?
- Ah, sorry, Barney. I work alone.

I understand.
Thanks for showin' up.

My pleasure.

Hey, Barney!

There's a village down the road.

They're good people,
and they hate the Sangs.

- Maybe they can help out.
- Thanks.

Happy hunting.

What happened?

I'm still alive.

That's a matter of opinion.
What'd I miss?

I'll tell you about it on the way.
Come on, guys. Unload these weapons.

Looks like Christmas
came way late this year.

- Yeah, I love you, too.
- Well, I'm happy to see you.

Finally. Somebody with class.

This gotta be the town
that Booker was talkin' about.

I could retire to a place like this.

Clean air, no stress, raise some kids...

You know, Maggie,
I could retire to a place like this.

You are so full o' shit.

Out, out, out!

They're missin' us by a mile.

- Put down guns.
- That's not happenin'.

Whoa!

The safest place is
in front of their gun.

- We will shoot you!
- No! Wait.

These guys are here to help.
They want to help.

Even you two rejects
could get lucky around here.

- You think?
- I doubt it.

Do you mind?

Who you are?

- We're Americans.
- Since when?

Swedish.

- Blackfoot.
- Chinese.

- Retards.
- You done?

What do you want?

We're here
to take care o' the Sangs.

Okay. Come inside.

C'mon.

This is who we think
you'd come for.

This is who we will die for.

First, they told us
there'd be good jobs, good money.

Some went.
But nobody come back.

They come for more.

They say as soon as our men go to job,
the others come home.

My husband goes.

For a long time, we hear nothing.

Then... the Sangs come and
they take all of the rest of the men.

Forced them to work in the mines.
Same in the next village. And the next.

They take my sons.

Now all that is left
are the very young.

And they will be back for them, too.
I know this.

We all know this.

So, we hide them and we wait.

- Why don't you just move on? Leave.
- This is our home.

Our lives will be
the last thing they take.

- Tell us why you're here now.
- We're trackin' 'em.

Can't you stay... and help?
You saw the children!

Soon they'll be done
and they kill them all.

We have
our own business with them.

I'm sorry. Let's go.

I don't think
they're gonna last here much longer.

I think they know that.

So we're not gonna
do anything about it?

I got an idea.

And with your ego,
I think you're gonna love it.

- My ego?
- Your ego.

- What do you mean, my ego?
- You got a big ego.

Well, check your ego out.

Please. Your ego is like
the size of a dinosaur. Huge.

We have it.
We found the plutonium.

By the power vested in me,
I now pronounce you...

man and knife.

One more!

Rest in pieces.

- This is the last one?
- Da.

Good.

The chambers are cleared.

No loose ends.
You bury them all.

I see about a dozen guards...
light weapons...

a couple of badass .50 cals...

Worse.

Anti-tank devices.

There's no way our trucks
will get through that mine field.

Look,
I know this is a stupid question,

but you got any ideas
that won't get us killed?

I got a few
I'm thinkin' about.

- Boom time?
- Boom time.

Target in sight!

- Baby wants to travel!
- Fire!

- Rock and roll!
- Fire!

Bombs away!

Tighten up!

- What's happening now?
- Chaos!

- You're not doin' what I think you're doin'.
- Yeah, I am.

Let's do it!

Come on, let's move!

You're gonna need a new plane.

- We're too late!
- What?

The plutonium's gone.

C'mon, c'mon, let's get outta here!
C'mon, c'mon!

Go, go, go!

Move it, move it, move it!

Go, go, go!

Go on, get outta here!

Go, go, go, go!

Pick it up! Pick it up!

We're gonna be here awhile.

Don't seem right.

- Goin' out this chickenshit way?
- Somethin' like that.

Hey, it ain't over yet, kids.

I got a plan.

Everybody calm down.

Phosphate rock.

- What's he doin'?
- Probably makin' a bomb.

You serious?

Ask 'im.

- What you doin', Gunner?
- I'm makin' a bomb. You mind?

- A maniac with brains.
- Scary.

Phosphate rock...
It's got a density of 1.852.

Melting point, 44.2 Centigrade.

Guys... I want some gunpowder, fast.

Do it. The man's
a chemical engineer, right?

And a Fulbright scholar.
Pour it in the pipe.

- The big man might be onto somethin'.
- You think?

Probably not.

Need some help with that?
Let's go!

Here. Go blow yourself up.

Lighter?

I want that back.

Better get back!
This is gonna be loud!

Get back!

Okay. Uhh... all right, let's go!

All right.

Better turn around
unless you want your heads blown off.

You better cover your ear.

C'mon.

Well, the phosphorus must have been damp.

Yeah, right.

- Or you suck.
- There's that.

Don't cry, Gunner.

You almost had an idea.

I'm back.

How you doin', Trench?

- Oh, I thank you. I thank you.
- You're welcome.

Bojan!

Hm.

- We're even now, right?
- Right.

I'll be seein' you around, Trench.
Thanks a lot.

- Relax. It's not over yet.
- What?

That's right.

- How ya doin', pal?
- I was doin' pretty good, Church.

What are you doin' here?

- I heard there was a party in town.
- Yeah, but it's my party.

- Has he always been this selfish?
- Always.

Thanks.

You wanna
kick Vilain's ass or not?

Don't forget the Little Rascals!

Move it.

Move out!

Take the rest of the nukes
to the hangar. Now!

And get the plutonium
on the plane.

Follow me.

We need to buy some time.

Go, go!

I'm out!

Hold 'em up!

Go! Go! Move!

Shit!

- Fun, huh?
- Yeah.

Oh! There he is!

Come on, Vilain.

- Let's go!
- Yeah.

Tear 'im apart!

I'm almost out. I'll be back.

You've been back enough.
I'll be back.

Yippee-ki-yay.

Who's next? Rambo?

Good bye.

Let's go!

Maggots!

Start the engine!

Get that thing in the air.
I want to make some money!

Move!

Trench! Get in!

My shoe is bigger than this car.

Shoot something!

Come on.

Start the helicopter.
We have a special guest coming.

Let's go!

Take care of him!

This way!

Cannot beat a classic.

- Barney!
- What are you doin' here?

I'm goin' in there alone.

Don't follow me, no matter what,
do you understand?

- Do you understand?
- Yes.

That door opens up, and I don't come out,
and he does, you kill 'im.

Let's make it more dramatic.

Now, that's better.

- I'm out of bullets.
- That's your problem.

Not really.

You wanna kill me like a man?

Or you wanna kill me...

like a sheep?

Nice knife.

So...

What's it going to be?

- Man... or sheep?
- You wanna man up?

I'll man you up.

You must want to hurt me bad.

I'm not gonna hurt you.
I'm gonna take your life.

Come.

Over so soon?

I want my money's worth.

- Come on, get up!
- Comin' right up.

Going back down.

Taste good?

Talking to me?

Time to wrap this up.

Ironic.
Here we are, you and I.

And your knife.

You're going to die.
Like him.

What was his name?

What did you call 'im?

What does it matter?

Come on, Vilain.

Somebody's dyin'.
Come on, Vilain.

Come on, Vilain.

Come on!

Get up, Vilain.

Get... up.

Now turn around.

Turn around, sheep.

Now what?

His name was Billy.

You know how to carve a turkey?

- You win?
- I think so.

Well, where's the proof?

Heads up.

Nice touch.

Mm-hm.

It is a nice touch.

- A little extreme. But nice.
- Mm-hm.

And as much as I hate to say this,
Bam-Bam,

now that we got control of the plutonium,

that makes us even.

Good.

So, Maggie,
you'll be coming with us then?

When you're ready.

So, I just want...

Wow.

They're okay,
just a little immature.

I don't have to go.
If you want me to stay, I'll stay.

And I did save the babysitter's life.

That you did do.

Maybe I'm good luck for you.

But I could be bad luck for you,
and I can't allow that.

If you ever want help... call me,
or you're dead.

I'll do that.

What are you doin' here?

Moving on.
You killed all my business.

I thought you were the Lone Wolf.

Sometimes
it's fun to run with the pack.

Sure, you got a point.

You take care, Maggie.

Oh, I almost forgot.

As a token of my gratitude,
my violent friend,

I got you and the Little Rascals
a ride home.

- Behold.
- What?

Consider it a gift.

That thing belongs in a museum.

We all do.

- Hey! Fun, right?
- Yeah, fun.

Take care.

Beware, beware,
walk with care.

Careful what you do.

Or Mumbo-Jumbo's gonna
hoo-doo you.

Mumbo-Jumbo's gonna hoo-doo you.

Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, boom!

To Billy!

- To Billy.
- To Billy.

Rest in peace.

- Man, I need a massage.
- Don't look at me.

- Hey.
- What?

- From one friend to another?
- What?

You really should learn
how to fight.

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