Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Get out of the car!

That ain't our fuckin' job.

Pistol, off your hip, now.

Sanborn, let's get out of here.

All right. Got it.

I am very pleased to see CIA in my home.

- Uh, yes, sir. - He's a wild man.

So, how do you know it's a bomb?

Just breathe, buddy.

- I was scared. - Yeah?

Hey, you ready?

No. We got a minute and a half, man. We gotta get out of here.

- Yeah. The best shit, man. - Okay.

Creating a diversion

From what? Is there a threat?

What are you doing?

- Let's see what you got hot stuff. - Are you ready?

The way you don't die, sir.

Listen, I know we've had our differences.

- Follow him. You got him? - Got him.

No, I didn't look.

Okay? You all right?

I bleed out like a pig in the sand.

At least I'll die in the line of duty, proud and strong.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second.

This is suicide, man.

Flaming car. Dead man's switch. Boom.

All right. Let's rock and roll, man.

Scan your sectors.

Cover. Get him down.

Not much. How are you?

What the fuck are you doing?

correction, three KIA... our grid last lock stat...

You were well on the field of battle today, specialist.

Victory Main, figures to follow. Three-four-five-three is your grid.

SOLUTIONS, ANYONE?

Interrogative, do you have an update on position? Over.

All right. Looks like I'm going down there.

- Negative, negative. It's not him. - He's gone.

Tell you what, I'm going to buy...

It's not working. It's not coming off.

Goddamn it, I think it forgot my gloves down there.

Got a survival wound, sir.

- Are you serious? - I can't write it.

Sanborn, no face shots.

Yeah, I see that, but what they doing under your bed?

I mean he keeps bomb parts under his bed.

Another round, boy. That's your order.

Cambridge, come out. We gotta go.

Down on that block 20 meters,

- Get here! - Negative! Negative!

On your knees. Get on your knees now.

- Six months ain't bad, huh? - It's not bad?

Uh, I'm too old for this shit.

Thanks for saving my life, but we didn't have to go out

You gotta clean the blood off, man. It's making 'em jam.

- You ready? - Let's do this.

He hurt his knee. C'mon, man.

- Thank you, sir. - Yeah.

Bring some. C'mon.

Yeah, I know. You'll get it, though.

Come on. You want the cool shit?

All right. What... what's your name?

Where are you from? Where are you from?

- Are you being sarcastic, soldier? - No.

- Relay. - Ah... look at this one.

I need to talk to you about something before we go out again.

The blast will come up the block.

going into a rubble pile.