James McCullen, you Scottish pig,
you've been found guilty of treason for the sale of military arms
to the enemies of our Lord, King Louis XIII,
even whilst you sold arms to our Lord himself.
Your king is a vile bag of filth who murders his own allies.
I should have charged him double.
You tried to overthrow the Crown in conspiracy with its enemies.
Unlike your simpleton king, his enemies know
that it is the true McCullen destiny not simply to supply arms,
but to run the wars!
Do you have anything else to say before the sentence is carried out?
Yes, I do.
Clan McCullen is far greater and more powerful
than any of you could ever imagine.
My sons will continue to rise long after I am gone,
as will their sons
and, God willing, their sons.
It shall not end with my death!
We are not going to kill you, McCullen.
We're going to make an example of you!
So that no man, woman nor child may ever see your treacherous face again,
you shall wear this mask for the term of your natural life.
No! No! No!
For nearly 4 centuries, my ancestors have been
the greatest creators of weaponry in the world.
But perhaps in this century, I'll outdo them all.
Nanomites, perfect little soldiers
originally developed to isolate and kill cancer cells.
But at MARS Industries,
and with the help of a little NATO funding,
we discovered how to program them to do almost anything.
For example, eat metal.
Watch this test of the world's first nanomite warhead.
Each of these warheads contains 7 million nanomites
and has the ability to eat anything from a single tank
to an entire city.
As you can see, it quickly converts to eating any and all material in its path.
Once unleashed, the nanomites will not stop, ever.
Once the target has been destroyed,
the launcher triggers a kill switch unique to each warhead
that short-circuits the nanomites, preventing any unwanted destruction.
Gentlemen, I'm pleased to announce that tomorrow morning,
your first order of nanotech warheads ships from my factory in Kyrgyzstan.
Weapons case on the move. ETA 2 minutes to NATO team.
All right, listen up. NATO wants the best of the best.
That's why we're here. We got Panthers front and back.
RHINO's carrying the package in the middle.
Minimum distance at all times. Apaches are covering us from overhead.
Detail, attention. Fall out, boys.
Captain Hauser, Mr. McCullen requires a signature.
Not gonna explode, is it?
They're not weaponized yet, and the kill switches are inside.
All the same, I'd avoid potholes if I were you.
-Hey, Bill? -Yeah?
Put that in the RHINO, would you?
All right, ladies! Mount up!
Okay, Apaches, we're heavy, so keep your eyes open.
Roger that. Skies are clear all the way to Ganci.
-Hey, Duke, I've been thinking. -You know, I warned you about that.
I've been thinking about where we should transfer to.
-Don't say the Air Force. -The Air Force!
What did I say? I thought we were done with this conversation.
You were done with this conversation, not me.
You know, I've been flying
-since I was 13 years old. -13 years old.
You know, I don't think your dad's crop-duster counts as hours logged.
I'm talking jets, man. Jets.
And you know I qualify every time we're on leave.
-You want to get up in the air? -Yeah.
-I'll buy you a trampoline. -I filled out the application.
Really? They accept those in crayon?
Come on, dude. Give me one good reason why not.
'Cause I want to be on the ground, in the fight, not flying over it.
Pioneer 1, this is Pioneer 2, going night vision.
-Roger that. -Go ahead and back off.
Give me some separation.
Pioneer 1, this is Pioneer 2. Going NVS.
Roger.
Hey, Duke, weren't we supposed to meet up
with the recon team at 40 klicks?
-Yeah. So? -Well, we just passed kilometer 41.
-Eyes out, eyes out! -Sweep's still clear, sir.
Roger that. There's nothing up here but us.
Tom, put a self-test on the flare and start to scan for...
Holy...
What the hell is that?
Pioneer 1, you've been hit.
Stop!
-Bird down! Bird down! -Back up! Back up! Back up!
All units, we are under attack! They're after the warheads!
Pioneer 2, engage!
-Put that asshole on the ground! -Roger that. Put some hurt on this guy!
Tommy guns. Firing, firing, firing!
-Missiles armed. -Match and shoot.
Match and shoot! Missiles off!
They shot them right out of the air.
Oh, my God.
-Pioneer 2 is down! We've lost our air! -They're boxing us in!
All units, fan out! I repeat, all units, fan out!
I want SAMs on that thing! Light him up! Light him up!
He's coming around. Get those.50s on him!
Incoming!
Hold on!
You okay?
Yeah, but my leg is pinned. What the hell was that?
-Come on, we gotta get in this fight. -Careful, my leg!
Come on, buddy, let's go. Let's go, get up, come on!
Duke, you gotta go get those warheads!
Shut up! I gotta get you out of here first!
Fire at the opening! Right side, right side!
Get up, get up, get up, get up!
My damn leg!
-You wait here, okay? -Where are you going?
I gotta go get that case.
Air Force, right.
Don't move!
-Hello, Duke. -Ana?
Now, you have to admit, you had that coming.
Ana!
Bye-bye.
Ana! Ana!
Don't make me shoot a woman.
Incoming!
Stand down. Stand the hell down!
-Put the weapon down, sir. -We're not the enemy.
Pointing your weapons at me doesn't make you my friend, now, does it?
Please hand over the case, sir.
I don't know you, and I sure as hell don't know who they are,
and until I find out, I'm not lowering anything
and I ain't handing anything over.
If it weren't for us, you'd be out there with the rest of your boys.
-So hand over the case. -What's your unit?
That's classified.
Someone would like to have a word with you.
State your name and rank.
-You first. -My team just saved your life, son.
This is the part where you get to say thank you.
Those aren't the words that come to mind right now.
I wasn't told anything about any support for this mission,
so why don't you tell your team to stand down?
We could turn this into one big turkey shoot.
Yep.
Or not.
Easy, Ripcord.
-How do you know me? -Expert marksman,
second in your battalion. Weapons specialist, jet qualified.
-I told you. -Not now, Rip.
My name is General Clayton Abernathy. Perhaps you've heard of me, Duke.
General Hawk. Afghanistan, NATO forward command.
Yeah, that was my last job. I'm in a whole new outfit now.
Hey, I just need to deactivate the tracking beacon for security.
Put down that weapons case, son, and let us deliver those warheads.
No way. I signed for them.
It's my mission, my package. I carry them, I deliver them.
Well, that's just fine, but you seem to be a little short of transportation right now,
so my Team Alpha will deliver you to me.
And where exactly are you, sir?
Come see for yourself.
I thought all you Special Ops guys were tough.
We are tough. But we're also sensitive.
I got it. Thanks.
Wow, this is some primo stuff here.
Hey, bro, you got some real lifelike hair over there.
And a kung fu grip.
-Lie down. -Okay.
What kind of outfit is this, anyway?
It's not regular Army, based on all the accents.
You're British. What are you, French North African?
Morocco. Where were you born?
Duke wasn't born. He was government-issued.
-What about you? -He doesn't speak.
-Why? -He doesn't say.
He doesn't say. So, somehow you're all in the same unit,
but one you can't tell me the name of, right?
We'd get tossed for telling.
You're gonna go after those guys that hit my convoy, huh?
Well, whoever you are and whatever this unit is,
I want in.
General.
-What's up, girl? -Good job, Joes.
Outstanding.
Welcome to the Pit, Duke. I've read a lot about you two.
Well, you can't believe everything you read. See, I actually...
I understand we even tried to recruit you a few years back.
-I never got asked to join any Op group. -Really?
You don't remember Thailand about 4 years ago?
Right before you broke up that bar?
About 4 years ago, my boy had issues.
I mean, his issues had issues.
I've been in the military my entire life
and I have never seen a tac operation like this.
All right, you trusted me, I guess I'll trust you.
Technically, G.I. Joe does not exist, but if it did,
it'd be comprised of the top men and women
from the best military units in the world, the alpha dogs.
When all else fails, we don't.
10 nations signed on in our first year,
working together, sharing intel. Now we have 23.
-What's that? -Camouflage suit.
It photographs everything behind you and puts it in front of you.
-Mr. McCullen is standing by, sir. -Patch him through via TelePresence.
-So who hit us? -Currently unknown.
But one thing's for sure,
she's got highly classified intel and state-of-the-art weaponry,
which means there's a whole hell of a lot of money behind her.
Their capabilities are beyond anything we've ever encountered.
Yeah, that's the one and only reason why we got our asses kicked out there.
We need to find out everything we can about her.
Knowing is half the battle.
Gentlemen, Mr. McCullen,
CEO of MARS Industries and the builder of these warheads.
General, clearly you were the security option I should have chosen.
What did you just say? My team did everything we could out there,
-and a lot of good men went down. -Yeah, but not you.
That mission was classified, so clearly someone sold us out.
I spent 10 years and 13 billion euros creating these 4 warheads.
Your job, Captain, was to protect them,
and if it wasn't for General Hawk, you'd have failed.
That's not a fair assessment. He followed his orders to the letter.
Well, that wasn't enough.
Now, so the bastards who attacked you can't find you,
you need to disable the tracking beacon hidden in the case.
-We already have. -Good man.
But allow me to check them to see if any have been damaged.
Open it, please.
My scan says they're intact, sir.
-What's the code? -5-2-9-4-4-0.
Please keep me informed of your progress, General.
Breaker?
My voice analyzer on that guy was going up, down and sideways.
Looks like McCullen's working an angle he don't want us to catch.
We're on a deadline. We need those warheads now!
You knew that! 10 years setting this up,
wringing money out of NATO, this was supposed to be the easy part.
If you had let me stage the assault at your precious factory,
I could have contained the situation.
And lost the trust of our clients in the process.
It had to be NATO's fault!
What happened?
-Did you hesitate when you saw him? -No.
This had nothing to do with him.
Forgive my jealousy.
Have you tracked the case?
They, of course, deactivated the homing beacon.
I gave them a code to quietly reactivate it.
It's in Egypt. The Pit, only mentioned in whispers.
I will get those warheads back.
I hope so.
If I were really there, I might actually let you touch me.
-I'll send a jet. -Business first.
Besides, I'm married, remember?
If you had sent me in the first place, it would already be done.
I'm sending you now, Storm Shadow. No more mistakes.
The schedule mustn't be compromised any further.
Keep your eye on her for me.
American politics, governors, senators, congressmen.
No wonder nothing ever gets done.
That's what we're going to fix, Mr. Zartan.
The king cobra, magnificent creature.
Nature's Grim Reaper and symbol of lethal purpose.
Unseen until it strikes.
Its venom can kill a full-grown elephant with a single bite.
-Very nice. -So far we've created 20 Neo-Vipers.
-19 stand before you. -Is it working?
We injected 1,000 cc of the nanomite solution into each subject.
When they finally stopped screaming,
brain scans showed a complete inactivity
of the self-preservation region of the cortex.
English, Doctor?
They feel no fear.
Cortical nerve clusters show complete inactivity.
They feel no pain. Concepts of morality are disengaged.
They feel no regrets, no remorse.
The nanomites join together as a fighting mechanism,
first blocking, then expelling the cobra's venom.
And they're completely obedient?
Of course.
The real-world applications are endless.
So, you tell me, is it working?
Send a team to rendezvous with Storm Shadow and the Baroness.
Consider it done. The Joes will never know what hit them.
The 20th Neo-Viper is already set up in Washington, DC
and awaiting your signal.
You've done well. You've thrown the caber clear out of the yard.
Construction of the presidential bunker has also been completed.
Now, if we sold one warhead on the black market,
I could continue my research.
I appreciate your thirst for knowledge, Doctor,
but this world is messy enough. No.
What it needs is unification, leadership.
It has to be taken out of chaos by someone with complete control.
Beijing, Moscow, Washington...
When these missiles detonate,
the world will turn to the most powerful man on the planet.
When I'm finished, the money will take care of itself.
You'll be able to do all the research you want.
We grabbed this image from one of our tactical cameras.
Now we're running her face through an infinity scan.
Hey, isn't that...
We have access to any photograph on any server, anywhere in the world.
Yep. Everyone gets photographed in some way at some time.
Football game, ATM machine, airport...
We'll find her, and then we'll find out who sent her.
-From NATO, sir. -Are you okay?
What happened to her?
Well, it appears that I've been made official custodian of the warheads.
Looks like your mission is complete here, Duke.
When you move them, she's gonna come after you. You know that, right?
And with her intel and toys, she'll find you.
What's your point?
You're going after her first and we want in.
General, it was our team that got wasted out there. We deserve payback.
You don't ask to be part of G.I. Joe. You get asked.
You scouted me 4 years ago. Now I'm ready. Let's have at it.
Well, I've lost men, too, Captain.
-If you want revenge... -I know her.
Excuse me?
You said knowing's half the battle, right?
Well, I know who she is.
She was a blonde. Her name is Ana Lewis.
I could tell you everything you need to know about her,
up until the last 4 years.
After that, obviously, a lot of things have changed.
Finally, my wife is home.
Hello, Daniel. How was your meeting with the Minister of Defense?
He was thrilled. The accelerator performed flawlessly.
I wish you would have been there.
You and your little lab rats are so clever.
-How was Monte Carlo? -I didn't get what I was after.
-I suppose I should be grateful. -Most husbands would be.
Most husbands don't have such mysterious wives.
They know exactly where they are and what they do.
They think they know.
Ana, I don't wanna fight. I missed you.
Well, I never tire of a good fight.
But not with you, darling. Let me freshen up and I'll meet you downstairs.
I do love you, my beautiful Baroness.
McCullen gave me orders to kill the Baron if he so much as touched you.
Well, he's my husband. Of course he touches me.
And besides, his work at the lab goes much better after we've touched.
And that's the important thing.
So what are you doing? Spying on me?
If I was spying on you, you would never know.
Getting closer.
You were my best student.
I'll be coming with you to retrieve the warheads.
We go at dawn.
Come on, Ana.
Okay, so, I've been wanting to do this before we deploy.
Duke, it's beautiful. It's too beautiful.
I'm only going to buy one of these, so why not?
So what do you say?
Say yes, you idiot. He's a real American hero.
Thanks for ruining the mood, Rex.
I apologize. I just came to offer you a ride back to post.
What? It's time already?
-Yeah, we got to go at 0500. -Is it...
Yeah, it is, right? That's why you're pulling Rex out of the lab.
-Ana, look, I'm sorry, but I can't... -Yeah, yeah, classified, top secret,
you'd have to kill me if you told me, blah-blah-blah.
And speaking of classified information, you still haven't answered me.
Yes. Yes. Of course it's yes.
On one condition.
You have to promise me that you will not let my genius,
egghead brother get hurt.
He's the only family I've got left.
Promise me, Duke.
I promise.
-Hey! My 3 favorite people. -Mr. Weems. Good, man?
-Yeah. -Look.
Wow. Nice rock. That's a lot of love.
-Are you proposing? -I'm actually done proposing.
-I already said yes. -Oh, my God! Congratulations!
Beautiful! You guys are like the little white couple on the wedding cake.
How cute. Give me some love.
Congratulations. Wait. It's not official.
-What? -It's not official.
-Not until you answer my question. -Okay.
Do you love my boy?
Always and forever.
You may have blackmailed your way onto this team.
Doesn't mean I've got to like it.
But it does mean I've gotta get you mission ready,
Joe style.
Standing in front of you are Delta-6 Accelerator suits.
-What does it accelerate? -You.
It'll make you run faster, jump higher and hit harder than any of your enemies.
Let's suit up.
Head-to-toe hydraulics and highly pressurized pneumatics.
An advanced cybernetics heads-up display helmet,
which feeds into the suit.
You think it, it does it.
Twin gas-propelled grappling spears
and triple-explosive, heat-seeking, fire-and-forget rockets.
And my personal favorite,
a 10-millimeter caseless Gatling submachine gun,
capable of firing 50 rounds per second. Fully self-contained firepower.
Perfect for a couple of cowboys like you.
I just missed everything you said. Hey, how do I look?
-Pretty cool, huh? -Any questions?
Yo, Sergeant Stone.
-Are they Joes? -Hell, no. They're jokes.
Boys.
You're gonna need these.
Just so you know, when I get a target in my sights,
I take it down.
Oh, shit!
-Again. -Again?
Just so you know, some targets are harder to hit than others.
-Again. -You're gonna need that helmet.
Stand down, Snake Eyes.
All right. Walk away. It's over. This ain't pay-per-view.
I'm nasty with it!
You missed one.
Come on. That gotta be some kind of a record or something.
-The record is all 20 killed. -Who did that? Let me guess.
-Snake Eyes? -No. Me.
If you're gonna shoot at something, kill it. Otherwise, take up knitting.
Beginner's luck. Stay focused.
-Again. -Again?
I have never seen Snake Eyes take a hit.
They're Joes.
Maybe.
Let's go.
Hey, man, Breaker told me that Scarlett graduated college at 12 years old.
She's like some freaky little deadly genius.
-Rip. I get it, Rip. You like her. -Sorry, my bad.
-To hell with it. -Rip. Rip.
Into the valley of death rode the 600.
Hey, what are you doing? A little beach reading?
Okay.
Look, I think you and me got off on the wrong foot.
See, I'm attracted to you. And you, you're attracted to me.
And him, the damn Zen master,
he creeps me out. What I'm trying to say is...
-We're attracted to each other. -Thank you!
That's what you're saying. It's not what I'm saying.
It's not?
So, what are you saying?
Attraction is an emotion. Emotions are not based in science.
And if you can't quantify or prove that something exists, well,
in my mind, it doesn't.
Okay. I'll get back to you on that one.
Attention! General on deck!
At ease. Duke,
you scored in the top half percent of all people we've ever tested.
Rip, if we average your scores with Duke's, you pass, too.
-Welcome aboard. -Thank you, sir.
-Provisionally, of course. -Thank you, sir.
Sir, sensors detecting seismic activity to the southwest.
Probably just a tremor, but have a team check it.
There's our little weapons case.
All right. You 3, guard the machines.
-Sorry to disturb you, sir. -That's all right, Corporal.
I need you to sign here, here and here. And also here, here...
Goodbye, sweetheart.
That's right. You don't kill women.
For you, Zartan, I'd make an exception.
Warheads, Rip! Come on!
Go, go!
We've got the warheads. Prep the Mole Pods for evac.
-We're on our way. -We're already on it.
-Now how do we get out of here? -Follow me.
Like that's gonna happen.
Find the control room. Open the exterior hatch.
-And secure this area. -We're on it.
Clear.
Go, go!
-Can you fly one of these things? -Don't move! Ana, put the case down.
Fine. Done.
Stop. Ana, stop right there.
-You can't shoot me, can you? -I will if I have to.
Deep down, you're still the same man I fell in love with.
-Don't force this. -What could have been. Right, Duke?
Just give me the case, God damn it.
-Move and I'm gonna blow her away. -Do it. You already killed me once.
Duke, watch out!
Ana, drop the case!
Hello, brother.
Damn!
Eat this!
Hey, genius!
See you, Duke.
-How many warheads? -4, Mr. President.
-Any threats? Demands? -None so far, sir.
We take this to mean the terrorists are unfocused.
-No clear goals. -No.
It means they intend to use them.
General Hawk is stable now,
but he won't be conscious for another day or so.
He's one tough bastard.
Hey.
-You all right? -I'm fine.
-I didn't want anyone to see me like this. -Why?
I don't know. All the men we lost, General Hawk wounded,
my neck just doesn't seem important.
You almost lost your life out there. You have a reason to be concerned.
First fight I lost since I was a kid.
My father taught me to win.
Look, I don't see how you could teach anybody to win everything every time.
I mean, look at you.
You're still here, right?
You get knocked down, you get back up.
Maybe that's what he wanted you to learn.
But then again, that would be an emotional response,
one that can't be explained or quantified.
Hey. Looks like we're all seeing ghosts today, huh?
Storm Shadow!
English, Storm Shadow. Where are your manners?
He is hungry.
We need to invite him in and show him the path.
-He is a cur, a weakling! -He does not fight like one.
Now, what shall we call you?
This belonged to an ancestor of mine.
He was caught selling arms to both sides.
The French forced him to wear it for the rest of his life.
They called him Destro, destroyer of nations.
So why do you keep it?
So that I never forget the most important rule in dealing arms.
Let me guess. Never sell to both sides?
Never get caught selling to both sides.
Take the warheads to Paris. Have them weaponized.
-Then I want you to test one. -Test one?
We'll let CNN show the world how well they perform.
Fear is a great motivator.
I have a target in mind, one the French will never forget,
as I've never forgotten what they did to Clan McCullen.
-Are you ready, Mr. Zartan? -Born ready, Doctor.
This is going to be the achievement of a lifetime.
Yes, as a master of disguise, you have no equal, my friend.
18 months of studying my target, learning mannerisms,
but the devil is in the details.
Gentlemen, let's get it going.
One more thing.
I'll control my own brain, thank you very much.
Let's do this.
-Wow. That was a bit nasty. -Think so?
Let's run some tests.
Eye color. Skin tone. Hair follicles.
And initiating facial reconstruction tests.
We gotta find out who's holding their leash.
With their weaponry, financing and intel, these guys are high-line pros.
That limits the possibilities.
-Hey, the weapons case. -What?
Remember, McCullen had us open the weapons case?
-What about it? -I bet you he gave us a code
that reactivated the tracking beacon.
You're right. McCullen, that son of a bitch.
So, McCullen uses NATO to fund his R&D
and then he steals the warheads back.
-And who says you're not a thinker? -Hey, I found her.
Yeah, that's her all right.
Her name is Ana de Cobray. Baroness, if you're feeling formal.
Baroness? Wow, she really traded up. Financially, of course.
-Who's he? -Daniel de Cobray.
Big shot French scientist. Runs a lab in Paris.
-Lab? What kind of lab? -Particle accelerator.
Oh, my God. They're going to use him to weaponize the warheads.
Well, that's where she's going.
I like croissants.
-Go, go, go! -Come on! Let's go! Let's go!
Pull up on the truck!
Go, go, go!
-2 o'clock! -Go, go, go!
Go, let's move!
-In the alley! -Get down, get down!
You see them?
-2 more on the left! -Get down!
Dubble Bubble? It always helps me.
Yeah. Hey, you good?
-Yeah? -Yeah.
All right, Mr. Science Officer, you're up, okay?
You don't find it in 4 minutes, you get out of there.
That house will not be there in 5. I already called for the air strike.
Come on! Here we go!
I got you! Go, go, go!
Oh, crap!
Rooftop!
Hey, Duke, I gotta level with you.
-I hate it when you level with me. -It's going to be a long 5 minutes.
No, no, no! It's too early. It's too early!
-Duke! -Rex! Rex!
Rex.
Duke! Come on. We gotta go.
-I gotta get Rex. -We gotta go, man!
Black Hawk's waiting! We gotta go! Nothing you can do!
-Nothing you can do, man! Come on! -I gotta get Rex.
Ready. Aim. Fire.
Forward, march.
Are you going to sign in or shall I?
Ana?
Who is this?
Hey! What are you doing?
-What's going on here? -I need you to do something for me
and I don't have much time.
What are these things?
They're warheads, dear.
And I need you to weaponize them for me, or we'll kill everyone in here.
Hey! This is a civilian laboratory!
We don't have the correct programming protocols for weaponizing!
The protocols are in the case. I told you, I don't have much time.
Hey, is that Dubble Bubble?
But it's my last piece.
-Come on, give it to me. -All right, there you go.
All right. Stick to the plan. Scarlett, Snake Eyes, take the front.
Rip, Duke, take the back. Breaker will be our eyes and ears.
I'll give the orders from here.
-You do what I say, when I say. Got it? -Yes, Daddy.
Here.
-They're all alive. -Merci, Daniel.
I told you I'd kill him if he touched you again.
I heard you the first time.
Okay, we're almost there. Scarlett, you better put your suit on.
That's her.
Take that Hummer, Snake!
Careful. They're worth millions of dollars each.
Millions of dollars. Got it.
-Jesus. -My bad. My bad. Won't happen again!
Thanks a lot, buddy!
Come on, Scarlett, babe. You in or out? We gotta get in this fight!
Tracking signal is good. Don't let go of that truck, Snake Eyes.
Let's get that bastard off the roof.
Look out!
Hey, Heavy, it's getting thick out here!
Yeah, I know. They're driving right into the heaviest traffic.
What kind of escape route is that?
Maybe they're not trying to escape. Maybe they're heading somewhere.