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The gold must be scattered

all over the valley.

It's another story, Stanton?

At least we got ourselves

10 bars of Gold!

Alright? That is a hell

of a lot money for me.

And for us.

- And for you.

- Good point Duffy.

- Great, great. I'm getting out of it.

- You're getting us all out of here.

Super C-8, this is F-150.

What is your status?

We're about lift off, brother.

See you all soon.

- What's going on, chief?

- The wall down there with Latin words...

It's wrong.

The stone is upside down.

Grab that.

Let's smash away through that wall

and see what's behind.

Gear up!

Throw the explosives.

- Everybody all right?

- You are okay?

- No way to tell, how many are up there.

- Does not matter.

- Let's finish the job we're doing, alright?

- All right, let's move.

Lower, lower!

So, remind me again,

who did the math?

And how much air do

we need down here huh?

- Oh yeah, the Math genius.

- I'm sorry, I didn't count enough.

With some crazy Serbs

shoving grenades at us, OK?

It's called a contingency plan.

Prepare for the worst. There are boy

scouts who know this, for crying out loud.

You're breathing air, right?

That's because of this Math genius.

So, why don't you just shut your mouth

and stop hogging my half of the air?

I'm gonna buy you a

calculator for your next

birthday, you know that, Ben?

A nice big calc...

- Hey, Lara.

- Hey.

- You alright?

- Yeah.

Okay.

- And you too, Ben? You alright?

- I'm fine.

- Good.

- I'm fine.

We'll need little more air to

get to the surface.

- There is a couple of tanks in the trash.

- Great.

- I'll go with you.

- No, stay here.

Alright? Stay here.

- Hey dude?

- Yes?

We need way more air.

Hey, Porter,

do not even start with that OK?

- Nice!

- You ready?

Alright, we got enemies on the surface

and no primary...

- So what? We use the secondary.

- All right.

Here we go.

Watch for signs of

decompression sickness.

We're good, we're good

We got this.

Straight ahead!

Sh*t!

Give it to me.

Sh*t!

I always said I

will go out with a bang.

Time to feed the

fishes, a**holes.

Nice shot!

Yeah!

Heads up!

You degenerates do realize,

as you would be dead

if I had not sent Detroit to the rescue.

- Thank you sir.

- I am not interested in a "Thank you".

But I want you to present

a goddamn explanation.

And I tell you what you

can start with this...

Since when the US Navy SEALs

bring a civilian female

along on a mission?

Shut up! Finish the decomp

and get your butts up to my office!

Yes, sir.

Is that what goes on around this

base on a day to day basis?

Taking civilian female

out for a little troll?

Little spin in our humvee

and in our chopper?

Jesus Christ! This Navy is

not what it used to be!

Not by a goddamn country mile.

So you thought, you could just steal

all that gold and get away with it?

On my watch?

No, sir. We were gonna

give you a full report, sir.

- Were you now?

- Yes, sir.

As soon as the gold was secured.

- Do I look like a moron to you, Barnes?

- Yes... No, sir.

No, I'm sorry sir.

Let me ask you simple to this.

What did you plan to do

with 27 tons of gold bars?

- Put it in your socks?

- Sir, turn over it to the people of Bosnia.

As a way helping rebuild

their country. Sir.

OK, hold on.

Just... Just a second.

I might cry.

No, I don't think I will.

You realize you broke damn

near every oath you took

when you decided to embark

on this little escapade?

Yes, sir.

Now, I suppose I can spin

this in a positive light,

emphasize that the operation

lead us Petrovic,

one of the biggest

stones in NATO's side.

How much are we talking about

here? I mean in US dollars?

Sir as of yesterday's exchange rate

24 tons of gold bars will be

302 million dollars.

302 million dollars.

That's a lot of money, isn't it?

In the midst all the chaos

we are facing in this conflict,

this operation clearly

demonstrated what can be accomplished

through the carefully planned and

executed efforts of the US military.

Thanks to the heroic and

selfless acts of this team of US NAVY SEALs

and their local contacts,

I can now announce that this gold,

stolen by the Nazi

regime 50 years ago,

and valued at 150

million US dollars,

will soon be returned to

its rightful place in France.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

the Prime Minister of France

will present Lara Simic

with the Legion d'Honneur.

Well this is your lucky day, ladies.

And actual lady.

- Do you know why it's your lucky day?

- No, sir.

Because my despicable brother-in-law,

who also happens to be my

financial adviser and broker,

was able to unload

those gold bars

that somehow did not find

their way back to France.

I'll now distribute...

your shares of this

momentous heist.

- Moran.

- Thank you, sir.

- Duffy.

- Thank you very much, sir.

- Porter.

- Thank you, sir.

- Barnes.

- Thank you, sir.

Baker.

Ms. Simic.

Sorry, but don't these

make your lucky day?

So, we do all the work,

he gets the spoils.

- You gotta be kidding me.

- Do I look like I'm kidding?

Have I ever looked

like I was kidding?

You're lucky you get that,

not a court Marshall.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Well, that's what you

philanthropists wanted, isn't that right?

- Yes, sir.

- Excellent.

Then we should all be happy

as clams at high tide.

- Dismissed.

- Thank you, sir.

This...

This belongs to you too.

Lara?

This also belongs to you.

If I could just get like a flat

or something with my name on it,

or like a bronze bust,

even a bowling alley or something,

it would be great, thanks.

There you go. It's yours.

We did it.

You are okay there, sir?

Your eyes seem to be watering.

Dismissed!

Come on, cowboys.

I am buying.

- Oh yes.

- Yes ma'am!

Alright, enough,

Off to the bar.

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