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[TYPING]

It's done, Mr. Donovan.

The money is secure.

Good.

Good.

Then, we can go home.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- The plane is ready?

- You'll be in Dubai for dinner.

Excellent.

And the Special Operations team?

Contract cancelled, sir.

DONOVAN:
Awesome.

[MISSILE APPROACHING,

EXPLOSION]

- [SCREAMING]

- [GRUNTING]

- [INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

- [GUNSHOTS FIRE]

- [GRUNTS]

- [MAN SHOUTING]

MAN:
C'mon, c'mon!

[MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[GRUNTS]

[MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

- [GUN C*CKS]

- [MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[GRUNTS]

- Ahmed, move! Go, go, go!

- [ENGINE STARTING]

[EXCLAIMS]

- [GROANING]

- [PANTING]

[CLATTERS]

[WINCING, PANTING]

[WOMAN GRUNTS]

[PANTING]

MAN:
Hello, boss.

[GROANS]

[GRUNTS]

You should all be f***ing dead!

Important safety tip, Ronnie,

never trust the locals

to get the job done.

You should've just paid us,

you f***ing dipshit.

All of this for the money?

Oh, we've done worse for you

over the last two years.

By my calculation, you owe,

- what with time and expenses...

- Aggravation.

...let's just call it

a straight-up million.

F*** you!

[GRUNTS]

We're not here to play games.

- Where's our money?

- I... I had to get it out

of the country!

Feds were getting too close!

You can't touch it!

- I'm gonna f***ing kill you.

- No!

It's in the banks,

scattered everywhere,

thousand,

small automatic deposits!

- U.S. bank?

- [GRUNTS]

- U.S., Russia, Switzerland.

- Name one.

- [GROANS]

- A U.S. bank, name one!

Unity Savings and Loan,

Chesterford, Massachusetts!

Over a million,

I can help you get it!

You need me. Just get me some

f***ing medical attention,

and we can make a deal.

Or we could just do it our way?

- Your way?

- The hard way.

No!

[BELL RINGING]

- [CAR HORN HONKING]

- [VEHICLE APPROACHING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[CAR HORN HONKING]

[PRAYER CALL IN ARABIC]

[SPEAKING PASHTO]

- [TIRES SQUEALING]

- [VEHICLE APPROACHING]

SOLDIER 1:
You!

You're under arrest!

- Hey!

- Let's go! Let's go! Come on!

WOMAN:
Don't touch me!

I didn't do anything!

We're clear.

Idiot! Incompetent!

I was six steps away

from arresting

the biggest antiquity smuggler

in Asia!

Sorry, ma'am.

Orders.

Carter,

if this is another

stupid security drill,

I swear I'll kill you.

Yes, sir.

Capisco.

Si.

This time...

I'll find them.

- MOSS:
Major Rahimi.

- Ah, the eternal Colonel Moss.

What the hell happened here?

That's exactly

what we are trying to assess.

- We?

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[BEEPS]

Thank you.

Our database confirms her

as Natalia Buskhova.

- Hmm.

- Wanted for money laundering,

drug smuggling

and arms dealing.

- And who the hell are you?

- Rossi, Interpol.

- COLONEL:
Donovan.

- You know this man?

CEO of a large

construction company.

He'd set up local companies

to bid on American

reconstruction contracts.

- War profiteer.

- Mm-hmm.

RAHIMI:
How much did he steal?

Close to a hundred million

over the last two years.

ROSSI:

The killers targeted the front

and rear car to track

their prey.

RAHIMI:
They used predominantly

5.56-cal.

But there is evidence

of a large 50-cal

sniper rifle used,

most likely American made.

I suspect Donovan's own team.

All ex-special forces.

They are the ones I'm chasing.

Why?

What's Interpol's take in this?

- The failed Kabul extraction.

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Those men killed

the whole military team,

- including one of our agents.

- So you're getting close.

Donovan's running out on them,

the mercs panic.

These men do not panic.

They adapt and execute.

They will kill anyone

who gets in their way.

COLONEL:
Hmm.

[MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO]

[BELL RINGING]

What the f***, man?

What did I even do

to deserve this sh*t?

I don't bother anybody.

BOY 1:
Are you serious?

BOY 2:
Yeah.

- [CHUCKLE]

- Look at this little b*tch!

- Holy sh*t.

What the f*** are you doing

in here, f*ggot?

You know

this is the senior bathroom.

No, it's not, man.

I can be here if I want to.

- What did you say?

- Ah, man, get off me!

I'm just using the bathroom!

- Get off!

- BOY 1:
Punch me!

I'm not gonna fight you!

Get the f*** off me!

I know you're not.

You're not gonna do sh*t,

- 'cause you're a f***ing p*ssy.

- KENNY:
Stop!

That's why you don't have

any friends here.

[KENNY GRUNTING]

- KENNY:
Stop it! I hate you!

- Aw, don't cry.

- KENNY:
Help! Somebody help me!

- [CHUCKLING]

KENNY:
Help! Ow,

- you're hurting me!

- Ow, he's hurting me.

KENNY:
Stop! Stop!

Somebody help me!

Get off me!

- BOY 2:
Oh, dude!

- What's going on in here?

Kenny, stop. Get back here!

Have you seen my vest?

Babe? Lisa? Babe?

Where are you?

- Hey, Lisa, didn't you hear me?

- Baby, don't freak out, okay?

Don't tell me

to don't freak out.

Don't freak out about what?

I'm pregnant.

No way.

Yeah.

I mean, I... I think so.

I'll have your mom take me

to the doctor's today

to make sure, but...

- Oh, my God. Really?

- Yeah.

- Really?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Oh, my God. I love you.

- I love you, too.

Eleanor, have you seen my, uh...

You are a treasure.

And we should be enjoying

our day together.

When the man calls, you go.

You could have said no.

It's our anniversary, Randy.

- How is my hair?

- [CHUCKLES]

You should leave the bank

and become a stand-up comedian.

Then I could not spend

my nights with you.

You don't spend your days

with me, either.

Eleanor.

It wouldn't kill you if you

were more assertive, Randy.

- You do so much for that bank.

- Okay, I'll ask... No, no.

I'll instruct Judy

to close up tonight.

You and I can have

an early dinner.

And then, together,

maybe, we can...

fall asleep in front of the TV?

I would like that very much.

- Go, if you're going.

- I love you too.

- Good morning.

- Well,

good morning.

Always nice to start my day

helping a pretty lady.

- You here to buy? Shoot?

- [BELL CHIMES]

I give lessons.

I'll be buying,

if you have what I need.

- Hmm. Well, I got a...

- [KEYS JANGLES]

...great selection

of ladies' weapons.

They're very pretty.

But how do I know they work?

Lady, I'm a combat vet.

And every weapon in here

meets my exacting standards.

What if I wanted something...

- bigger?

- What do you have in mind?

AR 15's...

Benelli M4's...

maybe, a 107 Barrett...

grenades...

a little C-4,

for old times' sake.

Hey, I don't know

what you're talking about.

Oh, Carl...

you're too modest.

Tre said you could fix me up.

I don't know no Tre.

- Are you certain?

- Yup.

Mr. Fisk...

If one person dies

because of a weapon

you've provided...

I'll make sure

you are held liable.

Hey, what about the name George?

- I like the name George.

- I don't think so.

- Why not? George is a good name.

- You're so cute.

We don't even know

if it's a boy or a girl yet.

It's gonna be a boy,

I promise you that.

What about Mike?

- Are you kidding?

- [BELL RINGING]

Thank you for coming down

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