G.i. Joe: The Rise Of Cobra Page #3

You get asked.

You scouted me 4 years ago.

Now I'm ready. Let's have at it.

Well, I've lost men, too, Captain.

- If you want revenge...

- I know her.

Excuse me?

You said

knowing's half the battle, right?

Well, I know who she is.

She was a blonde.

Her name is Ana Lewis.

I could tell you everything

you need to know about her,

up until the last 4 years.

After that, obviously,

a lot of things have changed.

Finally, my wife is home.

Hello, Daniel. How was your meeting

with the Minister of Defense?

He was thrilled.

The accelerator performed flawlessly.

I wish you would have been there.

You and your little lab rats

are so clever.

- How was Monte Carlo?

- I didn't get what I was after.

- I suppose I should be grateful.

- Most husbands would be.

Most husbands don't have

such mysterious wives.

They know exactly where they are

and what they do.

They think they know.

Ana, I don't wanna fight. I missed you.

Well, I never tire of a good fight.

But not with you, darling. Let me

freshen up and I'll meet you downstairs.

I do love you, my beautiful Baroness.

McCullen gave me orders to kill

the Baron if he so much as touched you.

Well, he's my husband.

Of course he touches me.

And besides, his work at the lab goes

much better after we've touched.

And that's the important thing.

So what are you doing? Spying on me?

If I was spying on you,

you would never know.

Getting closer.

You were my best student.

I'll be coming with you

to retrieve the warheads.

We go at dawn.

Come on, Ana.

Okay, so, I've been wanting to do this

before we deploy.

Duke, it's beautiful. It's too beautiful.

I'm only going to buy one of these,

so why not?

So what do you say?

Say yes, you idiot.

He's a real American hero.

Thanks for ruining the mood, Rex.

I apologize. I just came to offer you

a ride back to post.

What? It's time already?

- Yeah, we got to go at 0500.

- Is it...

Yeah, it is, right? That's why

you're pulling Rex out of the lab.

- Ana, look, I'm sorry, but I can't...

- Yeah, yeah, classified, top secret,

you'd have to kill me if you told me,

blah-blah-blah.

And speaking of classified information,

you still haven't answered me.

Yes. Yes. Of course it's yes.

On one condition.

You have to promise me

that you will not let my genius,

egghead brother get hurt.

He's the only family I've got left.

Promise me, Duke.

I promise.

- Hey! My 3 favorite people.

- Mr. Weems. Good, man?

- Yeah.

- Look.

Wow. Nice rock. That's a lot of love.

- Are you proposing?

- I'm actually done proposing.

- I already said yes.

- Oh, my God! Congratulations!

Beautiful! You guys are like the little

white couple on the wedding cake.

How cute. Give me some love.

Congratulations. Wait. It's not official.

- What?

- It's not official.

- Not until you answer my question.

- Okay.

Do you love my boy?

Always and forever.

You may have blackmailed

your way onto this team.

Doesn't mean I've got to like it.

But it does mean

I've gotta get you mission ready,

Joe style.

Standing in front of you

are Delta-6 Accelerator suits.

- What does it accelerate?

- You.

It'll make you run faster, jump higher

and hit harder than any of your enemies.

Let's suit up.

Head-to-toe hydraulics

and highly pressurized pneumatics.

An advanced cybernetics

heads-up display helmet,

which feeds into the suit.

You think it, it does it.

Twin gas-propelled grappling spears

and triple-explosive,

heat-seeking, fire-and-forget rockets.

And my personal favorite,

a 10-millimeter caseless

Gatling submachine gun,

capable of firing 50 rounds per second.

Fully self-contained firepower.

Perfect for a couple of cowboys like you.

I just missed everything you said.

Hey, how do I look?

- Pretty cool, huh?

- Any questions?

Yo, Sergeant Stone.

- Are they Joes?

- Hell, no. They're jokes.

Boys.

You're gonna need these.

Just so you know,

when I get a target in my sights,

I take it down.

Oh, sh*t!

- Again.

- Again?

Just so you know, some targets

are harder to hit than others.

- Again.

- You're gonna need that helmet.

Stand down, Snake Eyes.

All right. Walk away. It's over.

This ain't pay-per-view.

I'm nasty with it!

You missed one.

Come on. That gotta be

some kind of a record or something.

- The record is all 20 killed.

- Who did that? Let me guess.

- Snake Eyes?

- No. Me.

If you're gonna shoot at something,

kill it. Otherwise, take up knitting.

Beginner's luck. Stay focused.

- Again.

- Again?

I have never seen Snake Eyes take a hit.

They're Joes.

Maybe.

Let's go.

Hey, man, Breaker told me that Scarlett

graduated college at 12 years old.

She's like some freaky little

deadly genius.

- Rip. I get it, Rip. You like her.

- Sorry, my bad.

- To hell with it.

- Rip. Rip.

Into the valley of death rode the 600.

Hey, what are you doing?

A little beach reading?

Okay.

Look, I think you and me

got off on the wrong foot.

See, I'm attracted to you.

And you, you're attracted to me.

And him, the damn Zen master,

he creeps me out.

What I'm trying to say is...

- We're attracted to each other.

- Thank you!

That's what you're saying.

It's not what I'm saying.

It's not?

So, what are you saying?

Attraction is an emotion.

Emotions are not based in science.

And if you can't quantify

or prove that something exists, well,

in my mind, it doesn't.

Okay. I'll get back to you on that one.

Attention! General on deck!

At ease. Duke,

you scored in the top half percent

of all people we've ever tested.

Rip, if we average your scores

with Duke's, you pass, too.

- Welcome aboard.

- Thank you, sir.

- Provisionally, of course.

- Thank you, sir.

Sir, sensors detecting seismic activity

to the southwest.

Probably just a tremor,

but have a team check it.

There's our little weapons case.

All right. You 3, guard the machines.

- Sorry to disturb you, sir.

- That's all right, Corporal.

I need you to sign here, here and here.

And also here, here...

Goodbye, sweetheart.

That's right. You don't kill women.

For you, Zartan, I'd make an exception.

Warheads, Rip! Come on!

Go, go!

We've got the warheads.

Prep the Mole Pods for evac.

- We're on our way.

- We're already on it.

- Now how do we get out of here?

- Follow me.

Like that's gonna happen.

Find the control room.

Open the exterior hatch.

- And secure this area.

- We're on it.

Clear.

Go, go!

- Can you fly one of these things?

- Don't move! Ana, put the case down.

Fine. Done.

Stop. Ana, stop right there.

- You can't shoot me, can you?

- I will if I have to.

Deep down, you're still the same man

I fell in love with.

- Don't force this.

- What could have been. Right, Duke?

Just give me the case, God damn it.

- Move and I'm gonna blow her away.

- Do it. You already killed me once.

Duke, watch out!

Ana, drop the case!

Hello, brother.

Damn!

Eat this!

Hey, genius!

See you, Duke.

- How many warheads?

-4, Mr. President.

- Any threats? Demands?

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