Soldiers Of Fortune Page #5

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Oh, he is...

- They are dead.

Yeah. Dead.

Yeah.

Do you mind if I have one of those?

Of course not.

- Thanks.

Only fifty bucks a smoke.

So, uh, how did they get killed?

Tank shell.

Kapow! Boom! Awful.

I think I've still got some of

the Captain in my hair, Charlie.

Well, some trip this

turned out to be, huh?

What are you looking at?

Open Up!

Open Up!

You f***ing piece of piss.

You sold us out!

Yeah, well. Big deal.

Get over it.

I'm going to kick your ass.

Eat sh*t and die, old man.

F***ing hell. Okay.

You can inform Colonel Lupe

that Captain McKenzie

and the girl are dead.

Satisfied?

Ooh, the wild bunch.

So, you see, gentlemen,

we do know who you really are.

Mr. Sin.

I always wanted to be a nemesis

character in one of your video games.

Why would anyone want to play

a tin-pot criminal like you

in one of my video games?

Because he can get to do sh*t like this.

That's why!

He shot me in the leg!

We can stay dry under here.

Think there are any snakes in here?

No. Just me.

I'm sorry for this

challenging assignment.

I'm all in.

Now we get to save the others.

- What do you mean?

Well, what did you think I was

gonna do, leave them all here to die?

Come on, Sam!

- Yeah.

Breathe hard, Sam.

Breathe hard. That's it.

Well, you wanted to

feel the real game, boy.

Now you know.

It hurts.

How does it look? Am I going to die?

Yes.

- What?

Someday. But not from

this little scratch.

Yeah, I'm okay. I'm all right.

- Hold him down.

I'm okay. I'm okay, I'm all right.

I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay.

It's a goddamn shame

to waste good cognac on a esh wound.

Here you go, son.

Have a little hair of the goat.

Is it finished?

- Yes, yes.

Is it over?

- Yeah.

You should put that around your neck.

Go!

Good morning, gentlemen.

We're looking well this morning.

Come on, come on, line 'em

up. We've got business.

Good morning, gentlemen.

I trust you've got no illusions

as to why you're still alive.

Half of your net worth.

That's my price for

letting each of you go.

Once we agree,

my new financial consultant

will work out the details.

And if we don't agree?

Then where you are going,

you don't get to take anything with you.

The Grim Reaper always

gets paid. You owe me.

And what about you, old man?

Old enough to know

bullshit when I step in it.

Would you rather lose

your lives than your money?

Are you rich bastards

really that tight-fisted?

That's your choice.

Kill this liar first.

And what about me?

I might want to buy an extra life.

Tommy!

We're not in a f***ing video

game. This man will kill us.

Mr. Vanderbeer, how much do

you calculate Mr. Sin is worth?

My daughter.

Next time, I'll kill you.

Hey, Lupo!

Hold your fire!

If you want your daughter

back, you'll let these men go.

Release the prisoners!

Go!

Don't shoot!

Secure the base!

I want those bastards killed!

Come on!

Come here, my darling.

- You heard him. Go!

Craig!

Cecilia! You go!

We'll find another way.

Get the hell out of here!

That b*tch tried to kill me!

- Magda, stop!

Don't worry. She'll be fine.

- After her!

Follow me!

All right, come on. We are

going this way. Go! Go!

Hey! Where did they

go? Where did they go?

On the right, guys!

On the right! Come on!

Take this boat back to Colonel Lupo.

There is no one here. Raise the boom!

You lose.

Hey, Captain.

This is my merchandise.

Help yourselves.

Sh*t! We've got to get

the hell out of here!

If a bullet hits one of those

barrels, we're all dead.

Give me a push.

What are you gonna do?

No worries, I'm only

going along for the ride.

Push, god damn it!

Push! Come on!

Stay down! Stay down!

You find those guys or I

get the f*** off this island.

There they are!

Cover me!

Take him out with grenades. Okay?

- No!

What do you mean, "no"?

- There are barrels of explosives.

If they ignite, this

whole place will blow up.

Okay, look. You take care of that old

man. I'll see you're well paid for it.

I'll be back.

Where is everyone going?

Shoot!

Shoot him!

Remember me?

I told you I'd kill you.

Hey, Tommy-

Looking for somebody?

Before you kill me, Charlie,

just answer me one thing.

- Yeah.

Why did you do it?

Nothing personal, Tommy.

I had no choice.

You see, I knew my hedge

fund was going to crash.

I didn't want to spend the

rest of my life in jail,

so I transferred the

rest of my funds here.

I thought this would make

quite a nice a retirement home.

My mistake.

My f***ing leg!

Stop messing around, you little junkie.

Charlie! Don't do it.

Video boy! Do it!

F***ing banker!

I hope you guys are long gone.

Bye, bye, number five.

Nice! Nice work, frog's legs.

The Grim Reaper always gets paid.

Breathe! Come on.

Nice work.

A toast. To Sam Haussmann!

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