Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm gonna come back here and cut all their throats myself, starting with him.

Your job is to keep us out of trouble, not get into it yourselves.

DAVE: No, no, no, he said go left.

That can't be the last call, 'cause I'm sitting up here

JACK: Tig, tree line.

Come on, Oz, pick up the phone.

Uncle Sam's on a budget right now,

Dave's hurt really bad. (PANTING)

Neither Google or Siri know where the fuck you are.

What are you doing? No! No, no, no!

Kid's discovered she likes Doritos.

SEAN: I can't breathe! I can't breathe!

JACK: What is that?

Tell him to maintain eyes on the truck as long as he can.

Oz, what do you got?

Now, listen to me.

Let me do something to help.

Would've waited for you,

(WHISPERS) Come on.

BOON: Rone, which way you think they're coming?

I want 100% accountability. All right?

Let's get out of here.

I'm just a dude playing a dude disguised as another dude.

is that if you don't send, Americans are going to die.

KRIS: Twenty minutes now.

KRIS: Oh, shit!

- Hi. - How you doing?

We're coordinating with 17 Feb. They're gonna take the point.

Rone's not with us anymore.

Time for stealth has passed.

KRIS: This guy?

- Here we go. - Watch for different tactics.

We could've saved them both.

where the teenagers are that throw the M-80s over the yard.

This is base. Go, Rone.

ALEC: Who the fuck is this guy? Who is this guy?

Okay, they're breaking off. It's game time.

Any other six guys, I don't think we'd make it.

JACK: Tig, on your right.

(DAVE GROANING)

Is Becky still mad at me for dragging you into contracting?

You gotta... You got to pay it.

democratic and prosperous Libya.

Making it around to the back gate of the compound.

I don't know anything about sheep.

Fifteen Tangos.

These guys are watching a soccer game.

I'll take you there.

SONA: Sigonella, Aviano, Benghazi.

CHIEF: You contractors are all married with kids,

Looting the compound.

You got contacts here and at home?

Everybody in Benghazi knew he'd be there.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

Why is that? Why can't I go home?

OZ: Get the Chief!

When your backup comes late

Yes. That is accurate.

Front gate. Local guards ran.

Four guys is a fireteam, bro.

This road's a chokepoint.

We got one KIA. We got guys still in the bushes.

And here's the thing.

Did anyone else hear that?

It was reported in the news, buddy.

What do you think?

Rone, we need you in medical immediately. Over.

Well, that's heartwarming.

Hey, about this whole Ambo story,

Where's the Chief?

SONA: Everyone, over here.

VINCENT: Two guys on the balcony. Two guys on the balcony.

Take cover, hold it. We're getting DS out of here.

It's our third contract together, so he knows the drill.

moving from south/southeast over open ground.

We don't want to get flanked.

BECKY: I know you are. Just hold on.

OZ: Stay low. Stay low.

Babe, I think I got to go.

Hey. No way these guys are in for the night.

What kind of firepower you guys carry other than assault rifles?

Chef, you ready to get in the fight?

I... I tried to find him.

I got a lot of movement out here.

They're spinning up as we speak.

You think they're losing heart?

Keep a close watch on them.

Move, move, move!

When they come, they're coming through Zombieland.

And if he is still alive, Glen's team's gonna get him out first.

We don't have time for this! You tell them to figure it out.

There's no way.

I'd spend them quick. Things change fast here in Benghazi.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Hey, easy, Rone. Try to blend.

I guess with what we got going on,

Welcome to the casa.

We know who you are.

I wish I was home.

Grab a shield. Grab a shield.

If they do, they're not gonna get to us.

AMBASSADOR: Thank you, gentlemen.

I don't think we need an interpreter anymore, Amahl.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

Forced-entry, blast-resistant door.

Where are my manners?

TYRONE: We need sniper over-watch fast. You got to move it!

No, don't do that. Fuck!

I guess we'll find out soon enough.

Stand down. Stand down!

Three ex-Marines, one ex-Army Ranger.

That sounds amazing.

All the gods, all the heavens, all the hells are within you.

Get in the bathroom, crawl. Go to the bathroom, go!

a low, loud fuck you flyover.

(PRAYING STOPS)

Dave up on C, you should see the look in his eyes.