Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

TYRONE: Send them! I want my guys.
I'm coming!
Look at that. Who does he look like?
There should be an IR lasso visible right now.
Can we get the fuck out of here now?
- We could have a treehouse business. - Mmm-hmm.
Friendly? Hmm? Friendly?
I have two friendlies, IR strobed, back gate of the compound.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
I know how to do this!
Pretty bad.
Let 'em come.
Turn the lights off now.
It's a trap, Dave, it's an ambush! We've got to move!
Dude, we kicked their asses!
Check those guys on the left.
I'd be lucky to have their back any day.
I'm gonna need some tourniquets.
I wanted you to hear it from me first. We had a...
TYRONE: Everyone's got weapons in Benghazi.
He's going to get a medal. You'll see.
VINCENT: Damn it.
Come at us with technicals next.
SCOTT: I'm getting the Ambo! ALEC: I'll take the TOC!
Well, get somebody who speaks Arabic so we can ask them a question.
Read and destroy.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
JACK: Who is it?
Me? I know who I am!
on armored vehicles.
And I'm sure that you'll be happy at home being an insurance adjuster.
Reconnected with February 17th...
(SIGHING)
- Fuck. - Come on.
We didn't hear any protests.
That's the last chance, Tyrone.
But we want the toys.
half-click south of annex.
You're not the first responders.
Okay.
Chris!
Amahl, stop! Do not leave this compound, Amahl.
Rone! Rone!
4 Guys is a Frieteam, Bro
I think they're still in there.
We'll have eyes on in two minutes.
RONE ON RADIO: Guys, I need your eyes quick.
What should we do?
Man, that's some real dot-gov shit, huh?
Hey, those guys we just passed at the cafe? Are they with us?
(TIRES SCREECHING)
- Hesham! - HESHAM: Yes, sir.
KRIS: It's not safe out here!
Okay, annex, we're officially lost.
(PRAYING IN ARABIC ON LOUDSPEAKERS)
For now.
(SCATTERED CLAPPING)
You blew yourself up trying to frag us, huh?
Shit starting to get real lock and load America
No way those mortars found us by chance.
TYRONE: Oz, sniper over-watch. Get in position.
AMAHL: You better hurry up.
Every time I go home to Becky and those girls, I think this is it.
DAVE: Go, go, go.
It's been fun.
You guys bunk here,
Ambassador Chris Stevens is coming in from Tripoli
Yes, sir.
JACK: RPG.
(WHISTLES) Max-level armored, man.
Trauma shears, top shelf on the right.
I miss you guys very much.
DAVE: Shoot him!
The Tripoli team is stuck at the airport.
Go ahead, look up. You see the drone?
Up here in the middle of all this,
BOON: Hey, inside the TOC, do you see us? We need to come in.
Inside that is our safe room.
How are the Jason Bournes doing downstairs?
(BOTH GROANING)
Boon! Let's go back!
(ALL ARGUING IN ARABIC)
JACK: Hey.
We have no authority at the consulate.
Come on. Let me give you the grand tour.
What do we got?
All the gods, all the heavens,
KRIS: Chief, tell them to get the Hellfire on that Pred ready,
Let's get to the top of this building. Let's go!
I know, I'm...
Guys, is that a mortar?
Oh. You guys made a mess up here.
Move over, Marshall
we're going to Building B. It's better vantage.
You will wait.
OZ: Not a moment too soon. TYRONE: Hey, Glen!
(SIGHS)
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey! Jambo.
Two vehicles, staged and ready. Let's go! Move! Move!
Let's get you out. Let's get you out.
(HONKING)
Russian rocket.
Well, this is my 12th.
3 Guys is a fireteam, BRo
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You dumb piece of shit!
Amahl, you lived here all your life, right?
Back up while we can. Back up while we can.
- Friendlies? - No, mister, no.
he was a real cockbag.
Already did this morning!
(GROANS) God!
I rode bitch last week.
The locals on your front gate are worthless,
We're a temporary diplomatic outpost.
BRIT: Oh, fantastic.
See if you can get hold of any other quick-reaction forces in the area.
what would they say about me?
- AMBASSADOR: I can't breathe. - (COUGHING)
and what you do right now in this room
Yeah, I love you, too.
Couple more hours till our plane.
Rone.
- We've just started dinner. - Now.
They shot out all the lights.
Stand by for words.
SOLDIER: Good luck.
Not any more than everything else you say.
Six hours till dawn. Entire city knows where we're holed up.
(BOTH LAUGH)
BOON: Bad guy's house is still active, Ty.
Tig, take a break.
What the fuck are we waiting for?
Can you believe Emily's about to start kindergarten?
Any one of these people could klack off a vest.
Check the new rides. Gaddafi had a going-out-of-business sale
Men are on the way, all right? Hang in. Hang in.