Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I know. Daddy will be home

How long is it gonna take you to get it to them?

[intense music]

It's like you were never there...

- Thanks. - Any word from Bob Lee?

[distant gunfire]

but that doesn't mean I'm listening.

I'm Oscar Mike.

- tomorrow, okay? - Okay.

How much spare diesel do we have?

- [gunshots] - [grunting]

This is 3-2. Jackpot.

What's her name? What do you mean,

the mullah's body right now. We found a shit-ton of H.

[sighs] This'll pinch.

- [gunshot] - Ah!

- is freaking out. - Sounded like you guys

- I just wanted to help... - ANNE: I'll clean that up...

ANGELA: Still no sign of movement.

I came here on a valid passport.

[fast-paced music]

when you have nightmares about monsters?

- We work for you! - Waheed!

I figured we'd travel the world as tourists.

I say we bug out before this goes sideways.

- DONNY: You ready? - Yup.

that I did not expect.

[phone dialing]

Jesus Christ, really?

What district were you from?

Man, looks like a dry hole.

More incoming enemies at 600 meters.

They're all wired!

[car disengage alarm chirps]

- I'll clean this up. - You have your passports?

Put him on a leash already, would you?

[indistinct talk on radio]

Giving it two dots, left hip.

- [gunshot] - Hit.

[birds chirping]