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half a meter of concrete.

JP, that'll take us

days to burn through.

But to save money, vault

manufactures made the

side walls that lie next to interior walls

half that thickness.

And the vault is against

the wall of the church next door.

Alright.

So we're going that way.

I swear to God, if we...

We get this gold out,

I'm going to put this on humanitarian use.

- What? So are you on brewery?

- Duffy's ale House, yeah.

- I see a Nobel Prize.

- Thank you.

- Cheers to that.

- I am not to piss on your parade...

but if we can't find a way to get

several tons of gold out of that lake,

- You ain't brewing sh*t.

- Good point.

What the hell you

doing in here, Duffy?!

- I just wanted to stop by for a chat, Walt.

- No, no, no.

- You don't chat.

- Well, the shopping then.

- Dimitri?

- My name is Sergei.

Ah... Sergei, good!

You're familiar with the North Atlantic

Treaty Organization's operation,

Joint endeavor?

- I know nothing...

- Well I do.

More important

than your knowledge

is your willingness

to assist the joint task force

- in this urgent, secret mission.

- Top secret.

Top secret?

How can I help?

Oh, we need a company vehicle

just for a few days.

I would need to ask permission...

Sergei, which part of top secret

did you fail understand?

I mean lives are at stake.

You would be doing people of

your country a huge service.

I wouldn't be surprise if

you are held as a hero.

Maybe even a medal.

Thank you, Sergei.

And from this point forth, you

have to deny everything.

If anyone asks where

that vehicle is,

Then you don't know because...?

Because...?

- I don't know.

- Exactly, exactly. Thank you sir.

All right, Bob.

Nice and steady, huh?

OK, you can come, you can come.

- Triple 70 equipment supply company?

- Yeah that's it.

Altoona, Pennsylvania, delighting

the customers since 1971.

That's one.

- Alright! Don't stay out too late, ladies.

- No we won't. Thank you.

Alright!

I'll grab what's left

That's a good little base, bud.

Got any family, Mr. Matt?

Back home?

- No, I don't.

- You look like a family man.

I'm not.

And now is not the time for

little talk or therapy sessions.

Stay quite, don't

make a sound, okay?

Stay down.

Let's go, guys!

You are okay? C'mon.

- It's alright, you okay?

- Yeah.

Thanks, Matt.

- What's that?

- You know very well, old man.

Do you know that this can buy

your shitty dump a hundred times?

So what?

What am I going to do with that?

I need cash!

Like this...

So, thing about gold is it's heavy.

Each gold bar, weighs about 27 pounds.

If there is really 2000 bars

then they're gonna weigh

27 tonnes.

Alright, that means we're

gonna have to make

multiple runs to get

her all up out of there.

- So how long's that gonna take?

- No, I can get it out in one shot.

- Hey, how did it go yesterday?

- Not good.

Patrol boats, every 35

minutes on that lake.

Petrovic hit on a convoy this morning,

it's a hot zone out there.

Boys, if we get compromised,

we do not engage,

withdraw, operation over.

Alright, so what do you guys got?

Einstein here was about

to tell us how we're

gonna get all the gold

out of lake at one shot.

- Really?

- Yep.

So, we need something

that can displace water,

but still bear the weight of the gold

when it's at the surface.

An cargo net,

spread out on the floor of the lake.

So what we'll do is,

we'll have the gold right on top,

then we take four small lifting

bags on each corner,

raise them till we gather to a point

where we can add a

very large lifting bag,

but it's not enough.

We'll have to do, straight over the top,

a cargo parachute, the more volume.

Add a little bit of air and...

- Straight up to the surface.

- Strong enough?

Yeah, it's a Kevlar weave,

yeah, plenty of strong.

It's brilliant.

- Almost. Still a problem.

- I knew he wasn't that smart.

That's how we get to the surface,

but how did we get on land?

Oh... You know I got that.

- Whoa.

- Tickle his balls.

He calls it tickling his

balls, isn't that right, D?

Ever consider the nuisances down there?

Like a surface-to-air missiles?

RPG?

No, sh*t like that

just bums him out.

See that wooden dock 200 meters out?

That's where our drop position.

What's down there that requires

you're off the books mission?

Gold. Nazi gold.

As much as one million

for you two to split.

Well, that's the magic number.

Next to flying, Detroit here simply

loves money, ain't that right, D?

- What's the object?

- Well, you drop us here.

Then you pick us and the gold

drop at the agreed upon time.

We split it up and

go on merry ways.

Sounds like good plan.

The cargo's gonna be heavy.

Gonna be a problem?

Not if you're sending

a super sea stallion.

Well, you can fly one of those?

The man can fly everything.

Stallions, Dragons, Apache...

You fit a tail rotor

on Pamela Anderson,

- he's gonna fly her too.

- Is that right?

- 3 days notice is all we need.

- Good.

Boys, we are in enemy territory.

Sh*t could get real hot out here.

Where did he go?

Alright!

How about you take me home?

That's what they gave me.

- Have you ever seen them before?

- Them? Never.

Just some punks...

Those are their plates.

What you did is very patriotic..

A very unusual and valuable item.

Where's it from?

I found it.

From now on, I'll

only speak to you...

Now you'll tell me everything.

What about decompression?

That depth is gonna be an issue.

- We might control the sense.

- There you are.

Levin wants you and your

team in his office, on the double.

Do you ladies have any idea

why you're standing here before me?

- I have an idea, sir.

- You do not have a clue, Barnes.

- That's what I meant to say, sir.

- Yours truly...

and General Tobias himself

met with SAS command yesterday.

We conducted an evaluation

of your recent operation,

which I supervised with my

customary intelligence and thoroughness.

This investigation led to the

determination of what many had

come to suspect about 2-2 SAS team.

Do you know what that would be, Lieutenant?

That we are a bunch of

crumpled munching pussies sir?

Correcte mundo.

Furthermore, during

the course of said review,

the resourceful tactics and heroic

actions of this team came to light.

General Tobias was

particularly impressed.

Please do not start waving

your tiny little penises around.

Which reminds me,

my arrogant little prick

of a brother-in-law

sent me a box of this 50 dollar cigars

to commemorate the

occasion of my birth.

Now, personally, I'd assume

grind one out in his eye,

since he only does this

to flaunt his wealth,

thereby fueling his erroneous assertion

of his own superiority.

Classic Napoleon complex.

But I digress.

It seems... That a significant

number of Serb head hunters

are actively searching to

kill you knuckleheads.

Well sir, we welcome them to try.

I am sure you would.

Fortunately for them, that

opportunity will not arrive.

Joint command wants this

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