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whole mess to go away.

And by this whole mess I do mean

specifically the five of you.

- Really, Sir?

- You are being redeployed.

As far away from here

as humanely possible.

In the meantime, you

are shipping home.

Transport plane to Mannheim

departs in 36 hours.

And your supremely lucky

asses will be on it.

Until then you are

remanded to base.

With all due respect, Sir,

we don't believe that our work here

has been fully accomplished.

Appreciate that sentiment.

Unfortunately, this is

above my pay grade.

Dismissed.

Chief, so what do you wanna to?

What do you mean, what do I wanna do?

You heard the man.

We're shipping out.

We're done.

Pack your things.

Let's get drunk.

I'm sorry, Stanton.

I know you really wanted to

do this for her.

You love her, don't you?

It's a stupid question.

- You want me to tell her?

- What? That I love her?

No, you can tell her now, himself.

See you two together...

makes me happy, Stanton.

You shouldn't have, Giacomo.

Looks like we got

a go on away party.

- SAS, right?

- That's right, mate.

What can I do you for?

There is absolutely nothing

that you guys can do for us,

but we dragged the fat

fish and ship eating asses out

- of a world war.

- Two of them.

Two. Two world wars.

And you ladies can not run a

simple extract op out of Bosnia.

- You're drunk, mate.

- No... Not drunk enough.

How you doing, Porter?

- Clear left.

- Clear right.

Pays to be a winner.

My dad, he was a

career naval officer.

So is my grand dad.

They both fought in a war.

Who do we fighting in?

A stupid peacekeeping mission.

You lost.

- What?

- What you been doing?

You been fighting?

No!

So you didn't run

into any of the SAS?

It's funny. Those things in your

faces seem like you did.

Yeah...

- Cheers to that.

- We'll make you proud chief.

- Oh you do.

- Cheers... To your next battle.

Yes sir.

What? You couldn't

do it. You lost.

- Rack him up again?

- What?

- I got something.

- Oh yeah, a full glass.

No, no, listen.

Follow me, follow me.

- What do you got?

- So.

Reason it's gonna take us a week

to get into that vault is

- we can only do an one hour dive, right?

- Yeah.

But if we build a operation base somewhere

down there,

an air pocket we can work out...

We can work non stop and

decompressing right at the end.

Yeah, a airtight area

we can pump air into.

Smart man,

get Stanton on the phone.

Yeah, altar is on the main level.

Above that's the choir gallery.

The steeple made out of stone.

- Is there a bell inside the steeple?

- Solid bronze.

Well then, we start by

pumping air out of the bell.

And then we'll load in the generator

and we pump up the choir floor.

That will be our operation's base.

- How long do you think this op will take?

- Eight hours tops.

We could be back before sun rise.

Get the gear down to the dock

as fast as you can.

The operation we talked about...

We're going tonight.

What!

What did I tell you all?

In three days notice.

Can't requisition a

helicopter just like that.

Alright.

What about pickup?

Sun up.

Can you do it?

- Same coordinates?

- 0-44-9 on the bun.

You might wanna lay off that sh*t

a few hours in advance.

Hey, do you know where we can find

another aircraft flying around?

Pilot included?

Hey Porter! Give me something good man.

We need bird.

There is a C-160 in the north hangar.

It's just got back from the refueling run.

- Subtle.

- Yeah, that's my middle name.

Alright, Ben, take it down.

- Let's go! Orders just come in.

- What orders?

We didn't get any authorization for any...

Emergency operation in

under five minutes to go.

- Thought SAS would seal transport

- Yeah, they were.

But command decided we needed

real men flying us on this mission.

That's you guys.

So, load her up.

Load her up, boys.

Two minutes!

Hey chief, I think this crazy

idea might just work.

Nice plan...

Nice plan.

- You okay?

- Yeah, no problems.

Good.

Is that her?

She won't get far.

Stay with him.

Two, three!

Here you go.

All right, boys.

Time to drill through a stone wall.

Say your prayers.

We break the wall,

break the vault...

Gold deluxe.

Mortar around the stone

is starting to oxidize.

- From the air we're pumping in.

- How long it is gonna hold?

Not long. This place has not

seen oxygen for 50 years.

- Sir?

- Yeah?

I saw Porter with Rainey

and Detroit the other day.

Very animated conversation.

Get Rainey and Detroit

into my office ASAP.

Yes, sir!

- Time check, boys?

- We are four hours.

- How much air we got left?

- Two hours at the most.

- Get back!

- Go, go, go, go!

Move it!

Go! Get down!

Where's the crowbar?

Give me that.

It's gonna jam up here.

Well, you two, were seen

with them recently.

And I wanna know,

what they are up to.

Sir... We are super friendly individuals.

We talk to just about anybody.

It is harder to remember

one from another.

Lieutenant, if you withhold

information from me,

I will see to it that this man straps

his ass into a cockpit ever again.

Sir, with all due respect...

Stop right there, Lieutenant.

In my experience, when a man rephrase a

statement with the phrase with all respect,

he is about to say something

disrespectful and quite possibly stupid.

Are you certain you wish to continue.

- Sir, yes.

- Be my guest.

This man received 14 medals for

heroic and meritorious acts.

Once flew an FA-18 in battle

one of his engines blown off,

he refueled mid-flight,

because he knew if he returned to the

base, he would be grounded.

The point is Detroit Turner

is the best pilot the Navy has.

Well I believe you might

be right, Lieutenant.

I need you.

I do not need you, however.

- Petty officer Clearwater?

- Sir?

Prepare discharge papers

for Lieutenant Rainey.

Yes, sir!

You are suddenly uncharacteristic

quite Lieutenant.

You sure there is not something

you'd like to share with me?

Keep going.

So, me and Porter are gonna go down first.

Alright? Then you two.

Understand?

- You are friends for a long time?

- Can't remember the time we weren't.

I see sadness in him.

- Yeah, well, we all got our troubles, Lara.

- His is at home.

His wife.

He does not talk about it anymore.

Not even to me.

What happened?

Two years ago his wife

got into a car accident.

She survived.

Their little girl, Billie...

She didn't.

She was three.

Went home to bury her. And after

that nothing was same between them.

Matt just...

Matt just can't forgive her.

So, now she done nothing to say, huh?

JP!

And what about you,

lover boy? No comment?

JP, enough!

What? It was a waste of time.

There's nothing down there.

- I don't understand.

- Let me explain to you.

- There was no gold!

- Alright, cut it out, boys.

- Lara, it's not your fault.

- What?

- It is her fault.

- JP, It's not her fault.

It was a story told to a kid.

To any kid that would

look like a lot of gold.

Village must have flooded

before they got it out of the trucks.

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