The Expendables 3 Page #2

two of the best men I ever knew, friends.

I don't give a sh*t what his name is.

I don't like him.

I want him as bad as you do.

This happened on my watch.

You f***ed up, and I'm wearing it

I'll find him.

Again.

You have one more shot.

Nice to finally meet you Barney.

Your men are shot to sh*t, what are

you gonna do for a team.

Don't worry about it.

I'll handle it.

Relax.

You're gonna give yourself a stroke.

What's with these guys!

Do you mind?

Do you think when the artist

painted this, he ever

thought it would go for

such a ridiculous price?

I mean what is this? Just some paint, brushes,

some cheap canvas, what's the big deal?

It's sh*t.

What do you want for it?

Three million.

Done.

You know...

It's very hard for me to say this...

but at one time, you guys were the best.

Maybe still are.

But nothing lasts forever.

Hard as it is to hear

We're not the future anymore

Unfortunately for us

We're part of the past

You.. arr.. you going somehere with this?

As I see it

If we keep this life up...

The only way this thing ends...

for all of us

is in a hole in the ground and no-one givin' a sh*t.

Now, if that's the

way I'm suppossed

to go out, I can live with that.

For me.

But what I can't live with

And I won't live with...

is taking you with me

What are you saying?

That's our call.

I'm changing things now.

You.

Me.

All of us.

It's over.

We're done.

Done? You break me out...

Cut me loose?

You'll survive.

You all will.

You live your lives while you can.

Where are you going, Barney?

Hey you think you just pulled the plug and that's it?

- Just did.

- Yeah?

Well it doesn't work that way.

What?

We've been through the mud...

the sh*t and the blood.

And I've saved your arse more times than I can count.

You owe me a shot at the sonafabitch

that took Caeser down.

We're not doing that.

When I joined,

I joined for the whole ride.

I know you did.

Rides over.

Bonaparte.

Sorry to hear about Caeser.

I hope he pulls through, he's a

good one, the good ones are rare.

Yeah.

Well, here we are again.

What do you need?

New team.

Retired the old ones.

Welcome to the 21st century.

How many guys you looking for?

Young, hungry, willing to take a bullet.

I'm going after Stonebanks.

Stonebanks.

Let's see, you're not the

only one slipping a notch.

Stonebanks is dead my friend i/mortus deii/.

No, he's not.

That is not good.

If he was half of what he used to be,

four or five ain't gonna cut it.

You're gonna need fifty.

We gotta move fast, no time.

If I got to do it fast then I can't guarantee the best.

Just give me something that don't give a damn.

What?

Is this a one way ticket?

Could be.

Fine.

I got a line on a few head cases.

Couple of these guys'll probably end up shooting themselves.

Wait.

What about these guys?

They anything?

These guys are pussies.

Goes by Thorn, expert hacker.

ground pilot

Did 18 months for hacking in Seattle central operating system.

Shut down the whole city for 3 days.

Why the hell would he do that?

Because he can.

What?

I'm not looking for an office worker.

Oh! that's not him.

Another one with a death wish.

You two got a lot in common.

I could do that.

You know what?

I'm gonna come around and say it.

I belong on you.

- You can't do that.

- No.

I'd want a special rate on that one.

Yeah, yeah, that's the pecker.

Always on the damn road going

someplace you don't give a damn about.

Beats standing still.

Yeah, I got two ex-wives...

and three kids who've lost my number who'd disagree.

- Hey did you turn off the autopilot?

- I didn't touch the autopilot.

Gimme the booze.

Are we off course?

Where the hell are we?

Hang on a second.

Is that the Big Dipper?

Yeah, we gotta turn around.

Next candidate is an expert in field

craft and close quarters combat.

Luna.

Hi.

Young lady, meet a friend of mine. Barney Ross.

Barney Ross, Luna. Luna, Barney Ross.

Nice to meet you Mr. Ross.

Gentlemen if you'd follow me,

I have your table waiting.

Come on.

Live a little.

So Luna how are things?

The same old.

What do you do?

You wanna go, bro?

Would you guys excuse me..

All right so what are we doing here?

Have a drink.

Where's your candidate?

Right there in the red dress about to chop those guys in half.

- The hostess?

- Not the hostess

She's the bouncer.

I could do that.

You want to slip on a dress and give it a shot.

Men.

She's good.

You oughta see her without heels.

When was your last checkup?

I don't know, a while back.

High cholesterol, plaque, all that stuff.

Yeah pretty much.

Except with me.

They found a lump on my lung.

Very dark, they said.

Why shouldn't I see that coming?

Well, what do you do?

I try to make as much money as I can,

fast as I can.

For those kids, you know.

The ones I don't talk to.

Make some kind of a good impression

on them, before I'm gone.

Sad, isn't it?

Yeah it is sad. I'm sorry.

Nah, that's all bullshit, I'm fine.

Just checking you're still human.

Had you going there now didn't I?

Yeah, you did goddammit.

That can never happen again.

I'll never trust you again.

Next kid's a bit of a dark horse.

Just came across my desk. I don't like throwing in a wildcard.

But this guy's creds were too good to pass up.

Anybody seen Felipe?

Yo Felipe.

Looks good Bonaparte.

Yeah not bad.

Finally got it right.

Damn!

Felipe Silva!

Meet Barney Ross.

Galgo.

Galgo, you sent me another fake resume.

Mr. Ross I can do what you need, whatever you need.

I am healthier than I look, stronger than I look...

Faster than I look.

Actually, sh*t, you were born in 1984?

Of course not.

But I feel like that I was born in 1984.

Do not waste your time, Barney we're leaving.

Mr. Ross, Mr. Ross, Mr. Ross.

Please.

It's like uh, it's like I have discovered.. the fountain of youth

I mean, not.. 'The fountain of youth'.

Ponce de Leon discovered that one.

Um by the way..

Another great Spaniard, like myself.

Mr. Ross.

Age is just a state of mind.

You're only old, when you surrender...

When you give up, and I haven't, not yet.

- Galgo, this sh*t has got to stop

- I gotta go

This is the third time this month.

Seriously, move on.

What's this guy's story?

Actually I feel a little sorry for him.

His last team dropped him.

Back in the day, you couldn't catch him.

- Very fast, maybe even faster than you

- No way

Oh! maybe.

But, what am I gonna say.

It's a young man's game.

I need a job!

All I know what to do is killing people

And I do that very well

Damn! Dammit!

- What's the story on this guy?

- Found him at DARPA

- DARPA?

- Sounds like a town in North Africa

Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency

Where they send the brightest military

minds to develop next-gen weapons.

Google it.

I'm not looking for weapons nerd.

Ah, then you've come to the right place.

Yo Marlito.

Mars I like you to meet Barney Ross.

As shooters go, Mars is as gifted as they get.

Whatever you say.

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