On the Assault: The Real-Life Weaponry of the Expendables 2 Page #2

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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' sh*t.

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.

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