Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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