On the Assault: The Real-Life Weaponry of the Expendables 2 Page #3

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- 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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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.

We'll bed down here for the night.

Ogh...

This tastes like sh*t.

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 sh*t.

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.

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