This was supposed to be us (throws in identfcaton plates to assure the ones who tried to kill them

they died) Wheres the ring? (the wife notced) I don't wanna hurt you. - You're not going to. - Oh,
yes, I am. - What's the catch, lady? - It's prety much a suicide mission. Why should I trust you?
Because if I were lying, I wouldn't have used the words "suicide mission."
Prety much everyone with the excepton of PETA wants this chick amscrayed. You thinking clear on
this? Because every tme you mess up, it's because of a woman. - Name one tme that I... - Amber. -
Amber's husband was the problem. - Her husband wasn't the one who shot you. - Only in the leg. -
What about Emma? - Doesn't count. I didn't sleep with Emma. - Because she put a bomb in your car I
admit, that did take a litle of the romance out of the relatonship. Yeah. And now this chick shows up
and... What's her name, Aisha? And well, she burns down our hotel. She put a bomb in your car? She
was volatle.
Don't call me that. We're not soldiers anymore. POOCH: Okay, you know that if we do this... ...we are
waging a war against the Central Intelligence Agency. They started it.
So who are we selling them to? Chinese extremists, PLF, the frigging French Basques. As long as they
have the right price and are willing to use it. No stockpiling, no deterrence. It's like giving a handgun
to a 6-year-old, Wade. You don't know how it's gonna end... ...but you're prety sure it's gonna make
the papers. We're saving the country... ...doing something for the beneft of the United States of
America. I was born in Quebec. Okay. Then we're saving North America.
We need medevac immediately. He's got kids, Base 1, he's got kids! That sucked. Come on, Jensen.
You're beter than that He's got kids. So contrived. I used to be good at that. Right, Roque? - Shut
up. - Thanks, man. Buddy, we'll get you patched up in no tme. Buddy, we'll get you patched up in no
tme. What's your name? Hi. Where you from originally? Wow, so that must've been... ...sandy. Do
you have any hobbies? When I was litle, I collected human ears. Good tmes. *LAUGHS+ But it's...

All right, let's unlock this thing. Hit the ground or I'll blow your head of! First and fnal warning.
Gasoline, muzzle fash, think about it. Put them down. (they were sprayed with gasoline, including
their weapons, only the other guys could fre) Whatever it is, we can use it against him.
It's leverage! - Come on. We're not considering that. - Wait, wait, wait. Oh, no, come on, man. We're
not the good guys anymore. CLAY: Twenty-fve kids. Twenty-fve innocent lives lost because of this
guy. Remember? ROQUE: I do. - You were there. Yeah, I was there. - Max is gonna pay. - Is this a guilt
trip? No, I don't want him to pay. I want my life back. Okay? My life back. Enough of this revenge
bullshit. - I'm killing her right now. You don't like the way I'm running things... ...you can fnd the
door. And go where, Clay? Huh? Go where? We're fugitves. Because of yo What the hell are you
gonna do next, huh? Put us in a box, because you got beat by a guy on a radio? JENSEN: Hey, whoa.
POOCH: Okay, all right, all right. - Cool out, cool out. ROQUE: You shouldn't have done that. CLAY: I did
do it. - You shouldn't have done that. I'm gonna cut your head of, man. Bring it! - Hey, get of! CLAY:
Roque. POOCH: They know we're alive, Roque. Only thing we have to use against them right now is
that drive. She framed us. Are you guys blind? She framed us! We hit Goliath Worldwide
headquarters in two days. You want your life back? You're gonna have to steal it. You're wrong, you
know that, right? - Again because of a woman! - Cut her loose. POOCH: Cut her loose. Cut her loose,
Roque. You cut her loose, bro. This is on you.
- Not the CIA, NSA, special ops. - Yeah, I'm aware it's not us. Seems like the only thing we do know is
who they're coming afer. *WHISTLES+ Get me an 18-man fre team in 12 hours. - What's the plan? -
What's the plan? The plan is get me an 18-man fre team in 12 hours. - Okay. - Are we clear on the
plan? Or we could do it a third tme. - Clear. - Good. Oh, Wade, you know what I was thinking? I forgot
earlier. Get me an 18-man fre team in 12 hours. Are we clear?
You know... ...if you two really fought... ...he would kill you. Why's that? Because of the others. You
care what happens to them. And you think that's a weakness? I know it is. It's the law of the jungle.
Well, thankfully, we're not in the jungle. Yes, we are.
All right, look. We're not going anywhere untl you two squash this bullshit. - We are on a schedule
here. Let's go. - Yeah. Oh, we're on a schedule. Okay. What are you doing? Roque... ...I'm sorry I hit
you in the face. That was good. That was good. Roque? Roque? Clay, I'm sorry I threatened to cut
your head of. POOCH: Very good. Wow. Don't you two feel so much beter? - No. - No. I don't give a
shit, because I do. Now, I say we go watch Jensen get himself killed. Yup
JENSEN: Mr. Anderson, this is Richard Hertz from Internal Security. I'm wondering if you'd make your
way to the lobby. What is this about? Well, it's a mater of somewhat sensitve nature... ...involving an
individual exposing himself to women in the elevator. Nasty business, really. Best discussed in person.
All right. I'm on my way. I'll see you there. Thank you. Hi. I'm Skippy from Tech Support, here to install
the frewall on Anderson's system. You just missed him. But if you want, you can come back in, like,
an hour? I could be out in minutes. He doesn't have to be there. - You can't go in. - Upstairs is riding
me. - But you can't... Sir... - Thank you, I appreciate it. I like your dress. Dress? : Circle around the
north side of the building. You'll have cover Wow, this got serious. I'm warning you. I am a lethal
killing machine. It was a secret government experiment. They did stuf to me. Spooky stuf. Anal stuf.
Turned me into a dangerous telekinetc. As the ancient Tibetan philosophy states: "Don't start none,
won't be none." Telekinetc your way out of this. - Pow. - Ah! Face down, or I'll make your heart stop
beatng with my mind. Thank you, Cougar.
Twenty-frst-century bagman. Russian mob banks pioneered them. - Like an electronic bearer bond.
POOCH: Okay, all right. Say that again, but a lot slower and dumber, please. Okay. Pretend you are
super evil. And you want to move a ton of your ill-goten blood money... ...but you can't, because it
can be tracked. So you load your cash onto this bad boy... ...and you can physically move it anywhere
you wanna go. And we have Max's courier drive, right? We have Max's $400 million. POOCH: All right,
Clay, before you go do something noble like smashing it... ...I say we go on Amazon and get a jet.
Did you kill him? Yes. - Aisha, he was a bad man. - It doesn't mater! I know. You can kill me right now.
Or you can let me help you do what you need to do. Either way, I get it. Let's go get Max.
You know, I always wonderedhow this was gonna play out, Clay. I told you already. You die very badly.
I release the buton for ten seconds and everything goes boom. So since you can't shoot me...
Goddamn it! You wanna try that again? That hurt. Having fun? Enjoying yourself? Give me the trigger,
I let you live. You know the worst thing about being the good guy? What's that? Having to make
decisions like this.
Hi, Max. Colonel. Nice catchWe could've shared the dream together.Now you're back to where you
started. Yeah, well, I wouldn't go that far. Why's that? Well, now I know what you look like. Be seeing
you soon, Max.
Come with us. When this is over and he's dead... ...you and I are gonna fnish that danceFair enough.
Yo, let's go home. She is volatle.