Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This isn't gonna work. Pull over there.
♪ Whoa-oh... ♪
[in French] I don't have any more bullets!
Plant two failed?
[Seven] But, uh, who is One?
♪ I wish that I could wear a mask And face the truth ♪
Walk over here.
Youth, to suffocate his hope.
[Murat, in English] Hey!
From now on, you will be known as Seven.
and then I am going to take some shots of some kids, hopefully not too sick,
I figured out how to take big stuff like this...
[One] If we're gonna flush Rovach to his yacht,
- and the orthopedic shoes and... - What do you want?
♪ Somebody help me now ♪
[slowed] No, no, no, no! Puppies!
- [man shouting indistinctly] - [jet engine roars overhead]
These shameful chemical attacks of yours,
That's the piece-of-shit dictator.
Cleavers.
Who strangled the younger brother with the same silk sheets?
presidential protocol is they take him to his yacht.
Inspection is our business. That's the slogan.
You ever plan on calling me Six?
[Two] Get back here!
awfully loud.
[both speaking Spanish]
having a little choke, haven't we?
They say that your soul departs when you pass.
[man] Move, move.
This is our target hit board.
♪ Dig down... ♪
- [both laugh] - Fuck you.
One as a sniper's nest for yours truly,
♪ Were my oppressor ♪
[Rovach] Baasha.
I went to the dentist.
["O Fortuna" by The Spiritual Project playing]
[snickering]
Are you crying?
What?
Wrong guy. He's alive. Fuck!
Shit. They got our position. We need to move.
It's hardened like a bunker.
Where are they coming from?
[man screaming]
[woman 1] What lawyer has this many guards?
♪ I'd rather die ♪
What the heck?
[in English] Please, you don't have to do this.
[mournful piano music playing]
Don't be afraid now, I'm gonna put my foot...
[Three] Oh, Check this out.
Oh, shit!
Shit!
- ♪ Come on ♪ - [knock at door]
Hello, boys.
[Two] Two at the bar, three in the corner.
[One] The world is wrapped in red tape,
[guests screaming, shouting]
Besides, I'm moving to New York.
Oh, I so had the right of way.
I wish.
Hey, are you afraid?
- Go. - Whatever. I'm leaving.
My name is Mr. Worthington,
Thought I managed the risk. I'm sorry.
Ceramic barrels, plastic frames, plastic mags.
Here's the fun part.
They're not shadows. They're men.
Be subtle. Blend in. Disappear.
- I'm alone. - Closing on you, it's, like, dark.
♪ 'Cause it's ya, ya, ya, ya ♪
It's really funny.
Drowned the whole fucking team!
We would have no impact on anything.
- and it's in Asia. - Oh, by Kansas!
♪ Oh-oh ♪
He looks agitated, man. Something's wrong.
Murat!
All right.
[Two] We don't know any names.
- [man 2] This is getting blood on my car. - Shut up!
We get it! They're dead!
I should've been a soccer player. I could've gone pro.
God, I hate these numbers.
Go, go, go, go, go!
[exhales forcefully]
I'm Javier.
[yells angrily]
They're expecting, "Go, go, go!"
[yells in fright, speaks Spanish]
- [man 2] Oh, nuns, of course. - [nuns scream]
I said the UN is backwards. Request permission to fire.
[Two] You're on laughing gas, you dumb motherfucker.
♪ Oh-oh, oh-oh ♪
- Show me your hands. - This couscous?
Hmm?
[Three] Whoa.
He's German. He's very precise.
That's great. Let's go, let's go.
This mine.
♪ Bullet-bulletproof Bullet-bullet-bulletproof ♪
[Rovach] I don't know who killed my generals,
[engine roars]
The route to Rovach's boat will take about an hour.
You know Sultan Ahmed I?
- Hey. Whoa, whoa.Okay. - [rapidly approaching footsteps]
We're gonna break out Rovach's baby brother from his 90th-floor prison.
[speaking in Ukrainian]
He's been under 120.
[tense electronic music playing]
[Three] One sec.
I wonder how many people you have to kill to get one of these.
The Cleavers.
He's in some shit, man.
Somebody speak to me.
I'm doing jack ass here.
No, I'm talking truly world-class evil motherfuckers.
Uh...
but not done.
That's just me.
- [in English] A gift from Viktor. - I love Viktor.
None of whom you'll know by name, only number, for safety,
[suspenseful electronic music playing]
Just tell me. Who the fuck is it?
What made your president change his mind?
- ...it's the girth! - [both laugh]
So, here goes.
But we can make it a little less shitty, you know?
Ah, shit!
[sighs]
You want soup?
I wanna die with dignity.
What was his name?
[Seven] Yeah, nothing's simple.
Alone, thank you.
[panicked] Oh, no. No, no, no. Come on, no. What? Wait.
Along with a shit ton of nitrous.
- Get out of here. We're good. - [laughs]
- [Three] You shot me, bro! - This is going great.
Get drunk.
Wrong intel. Too many men.
- [woman 1 groans] - [man 1] Go, go, go!
Created a lot of tech, tracking and hiding digital trails of people.
I can't just fix it, all right? The phone is very fucking complicated.
[indistinct radio chatter]
a little less so.
Why now... and why Turgistan?
- I wanna move! - I told the captain to move.
Don't start the party without me.
[tense electronic music building]
comes freedom...
And no middlemen.
It's beautiful.
♪ Bullet-bulletproof Bullet-bullet-bulletproof ♪
♪ Gonna make you a believer ♪