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in military structure...
...his way of measuring the good he did.
Without it, he's just another loser
like the rest of us.
You know cats can make
a thousand different sounds...
...and dogs can only make ten?
Cats. Not to be trusted.
Okay, do me a favor
Okay? We're all set.
Ready to take a giant step for...
...guys who like to steal stuff, I guess.
- Hit it.
- Showtime.
Beautiful.
- Now, that's a rocket!
- Let them chase that.
That is a rocket!
- Wow, sh*t!
- Did you see that?
Medevac Delta, this is Base 1.
- Oh, my God.
- I'm the black MacGyver. BlaGyver.
- What's your situation? Over.
- Time to move.
Hi.
Where you from originally?
Wow, so that must've been...
...sandy.
Do you have any hobbies?
When I was little, I collected human ears.
Good times.
But it's...
No, no, no, my friend, listen.
A gas turbine generator
running a force-fed rectifier unit.
Hook it up to the fuel tank
and... we're in the game.
There are few things in life that liberal
application of duct tape can't solve.
Are small arms gonna be a problem?
It's taken care of. Thanks.
Which brings me to my question, Aisha.
- What do you want with Max?
- Roque.
No. She did her part.
All right?
We got home.
I mean, we could walk right now.
- You can, but we made a deal.
- F*** deals, okay?
You made a deal with Clay.
I want answers.
Max is trying
to buy next-generation weapons.
I don't know the endgame.
What I do know is when Max takes
an interest in something, people die...
...and world maps get redrawn.
Bullshit. Do you really think
you could take him on, little girl?
No, big boy. You are.
I think I'm just gonna kill her
right now, Clay.
- No, you're not.
- Yes, I am.
I'm right here. You wanna shoot
your bankroll, go right ahead.
Roque.
Roque.
Okay, you stay with us,
but if anything smells like a trap...
...I get to put a bullet in your skull.
Does that sound fair?
That sounds fun.
Sounds like my parents.
- I knew you weren't gonna shoot her.
- Not today.
Southwest perimeter secure.
Load and go.
That's the prize. That's where Max is.
Yeah, I sure hope he doesn't see us
in this bright yellow banana Pinto.
Trying to say that you're embarrassed
to be seen in an American classic?
This is an American classic?
All right.
Here we go.
Let's see what you got.
Good shot.
Clay, where are the seatbelts, bro?
We don't need seatbelts.
The G-forces will hold you in your seat.
Jensen, are we wired?
Max is westbound.
And these hot dogs are delicious.
- This is not a sweet car, dog.
- This is a classic.
Yeah, this is a classic piece of sh*t.
Come on, back up! Move that car!
Lead vehicle hit. Give me the exits.
Northbound and southbound are blocked.
Dismount.
Form a defensive perimeter
around the package.
This will wake them up.
Masks on!
Oh, sh*t.
Pooch?
Open fire! Shoot it down now!
All right, here we go.
Goddamn.
We are under attack. We need backup.
All right, easy. Go to your right now.
All right, ease down, ease down,
to your left.
No, no, your other left. Easy, easy.
- Can you let me do this?
- Sure.
Can you let me do this?
That's right, b*tches. I got a crossbow.
Backdoor is sealed. Take him up.
Get out of my way!
Whoa!
- You said small arms weren't a problem.
- Does that look like small arms to you, huh?
- He has a cannon down there.
- Doughnut. Doughnut, doughnut, doughnut!
Sh*t!
Sure you've done this before?
Okay, right now, not the time.
Not the time right now.
Pooch, what's your status?
Completely irritated and possibly crashing,
but fish is on the hook.
We got Max.
Barely.
Fellas. You're not gonna believe this sh*t.
Wade was there.
Wade Travis, 7th Group?
He made me, Clay.
No question.
- Who's he?
- Ran counter-guerrilla ops with him.
Just say he's a bad man.
I thought you guys were bad men.
- He's worse. - All right,
but right now, we need to deal...
...with the heavily armed evil genius
inside this truck.
Come on.
You ready?
Open the valve.
All right, let's unlock this thing.
Hit the ground!
Hit the ground or I'll blow your head off!
Yeah, I don't think so.
First and final warning.
Gasoline, muzzle flash, think about it.
Put them down.
Coug.
- Where is he?
- Who?
Max.
Who the hell is Max?
- I can explain.
- Shut up.
Jensen, open it.
It's a hard drive...
...from Goliath, the multinational
manufacturer of everything.
I'm completely locked out.
Without a decryption key,
you're looking at a really cool paperweight.
Shoot her. Burn everything.
- Don't you wanna find out what's on it?
- No.
I can't find Max.
Nobody can.
But I knew that he was moving something
that was very valuable to him.
Clay!
Whatever it is, we can use it against him.
It's leverage!
The drive is proprietary technology
built by Goliath.
The algorithm's probably
on the mainframe.
- Come on. We're not considering that.
- Wait, wait, wait.
Oh, no, come on, man.
We're not the good guys anymore.
Twenty-five kids.
Twenty-five innocent lives lost
because of this guy. Remember?
- I do.
- You were there.
Yeah, I was there.
- Max is gonna pay.
- Is this a guilt trip?
No, I don't want him to pay.
I want my life back.
Okay? My life back.
Enough of this revenge bullshit.
- I'm killing her right now. - You
don't like the way I'm running things...
...you can find the door.
And go where, Clay?
Huh? Go where?
We're fugitives. Because of you.
What the hell are
you gonna do next, huh?
Put us in a box, because you got beat
by a guy on a radio?
- Hey, whoa.
- Okay, all right, all right.
- Cool out, cool out.
- You shouldn't have done that.
- I did do it.
- You shouldn't have done that.
I'm gonna cut your head off, man.
Bring it!
- Hey, get off!
- Roque.
They know we're alive, Roque.
Only thing we have to use against them
right now is that drive.
She framed us. Are you guys blind?
She framed us!
We hit Goliath Worldwide headquarters
in two days.
You want your life back?
You're gonna have to steal it.
You're wrong, you know that, right?
- Cut her loose.
Cut her loose.
Cut her loose, Roque.
You cut her loose, bro.
This is on you.
We're all set, sir.
Commence.
- Code.
- Pulsar.
What's pulsar?
What do you know about
deep space tachyons?
Nothing.
- Base-particle string theory?
- Nothing.
Singularity events?
Not a ton.
I think we should move on, then.
I'm gonna give you 45 seconds to explain
what happened to my drive.
And who am I looking at here, Wade?
Clay and his unit.
Clay and his unit?
That sounds like a porno, Wade.
You had them killed four months ago.
I've done a lot in four months, Wade.
I'm a very busy man.
The Bolivia situation?
Fadhil.
The Max intel Fadhil gathered...
Was incinerated along
with everything else in the blast.
These guys survived.
And they have my drive.
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