-Possible target? -Yes.
Some place with a lot of metal.
-They're going to blow it up. All units! -Guys, you have to stop them!
Yeah, we're working on it.
I mean right now!
They're going to detonate one of the warheads on the Eiffel Tower!
Crush him!
Snake!
He's underneath. Kill him!
That redhead is really starting to piss me off.
Shit!
Oh, God!
I got you. I got you.
-Nice save, slick. -Come on,
don't start being all nice to me now. Gotta go.
Get in!
All right, Rip, let's take this thing down! Hang on, Snake!
Try this on for size, boys.
Oh, shit!
We lost them!
Cut through that building across the street.
-Where's the door? -Make one!
Right! Come on, Rip!
I'm coming. I'm coming!
I don't have them! Where are they?
-They're evacuating the Tower. -We're only 2 kilometers away.
Snake, we're running out of time. You gotta do something.
It's now or never.
-He gave up. -He never gives up.
Coming through!
Okay, that was crazy. I didn't expect that.
-What happened to you? -I went through the train.
-What happened to you? -I jumped over it.
-You can do that? -Yeah. I told you to read that manual.
There's a manual?
Next time, I'll drive.
Here. Take the kill switch.
Come on. Get out of the way!
Hey, guys, they're alive and they're on the move.
And they've activated the warhead. I'm tracking the kill switch now.
Duke! Duke, it's on the Baroness!
Storm Shadow has one of the warheads, and it's armed!
Get out of my way! Get out!
Get out!
Nice shoes.
You get the warhead, I'll get the kill switch.
Yeah, I'm on it.
Damn, that ninja's fast!
No.
Oh, no!
-Bloody hell. -No.
They're gonna eat through the entire city.
Duke, you have to hit that kill switch!
Oh, God.
Disarmed.
Congratulations, Duke. You just saved Paris.
Or at least most of it.
-Is that blood? -Spaghetti sauce. Don't ask.
-They got Duke. -We know.
-What are you doing? -Plugging into his cerebral cortex.
I hate to break the news to you,
but I don't think he's gonna give you much in his dead condition.
The brain survives a couple of minutes after death.
We can retrieve the electrical impulses from his most recent memories
-and convert them to images. -Well, can we find Duke?
We need to find the other three warheads first.
If this guy remembers his way home, maybe we can find both.
Okay, here come the images. Let's see where this guy's been.
-He's still alive! -He can't be.
He's got 3-inch needles in his head!
-Hey, dead guys don't breakdance! -What's happening, Breaker?
-Nanomites, they're eating him. -Must be some sort of self-destruct.
-Hurry, Breaker! -Come on, come on, come on.
No. No!
No, no, no!
The beauty of nanotechnology.
-We are screwed. -Relax. I got everything I could.
What? Then what the hell was the, "No, no, no, no!" for?
That was for McCullen.
-They were watching us. -Okay. So what did you get?
Actually, not that much. Just images.
Come on, Frenchie. I thought you said you was the best at this.
-I am the best at this! -All right.
-Nobody can do what I just did. -Okay.
Wait, no.
We didn't do it. We're the good guys.
-Put your hands up, Rip. -We don't have time for this!
We're not allowed to engage with friendly forces.
They don't look too friendly to me. I gotta get my boy.
-Look, Captain... -Rip!
We're still trying to locate the three remaining warheads, sir.
-What's the status of the Joes? -They've been detained.
-The French are pretty upset. -Of course they're upset.
Get me the French Ambassador.
... in a matter of seconds by a strike by a missile...
Hey, no, no!
Please don't touch that! That's my equipment. It's very...
Okay, he's touching it.
-Nice going, slick. -It's not his fault.
He's just emotional.
-Here, let me look at that. -I'm fine.
Just trying to help. General!
The French have agreed to let you all go on the condition that none of you return.
Ever.
-Never? -It could be worse.
What do you mean by never? Like, never, never, ever?
There's more.
All of you have been recalled by your respective heads of state.
Team Alpha is to return to the Pit.
What about Duke?
Call McCullen. Tell him we have the three warheads.
Right away.
Why didn't you just kill me?
McCullen has something special in mind for you.
McCullen.
What happened to you?
Now you care?
Okay.
I am sorry.
I'm sorry about Rex.
I'm sorry that I couldn't bring Rex home.
And I'm so sorry that I couldn't face you afterwards.
Well, everybody's sorry about something.
Master!
Master.
Okay, so what about Duke? We're just gonna forget about him?
We've got our orders.
Look, man, what if it was one of your guys?
What if it was Scarlett or Breaker? What would you do then?
Looks pretty remote. Might be a good location for a base.
Snow. That leaves us with what, a third of the earth?
Yeah.
-Hey, is that McCullen's shadow? -What you got?
-Spherical trigonometry. -I must have missed that class.
If you know the height of the object, the length of the shadow,
and the time and date that the image was captured,
-you can figure out its location. -That's why I missed that class.
All right, Breaker, give it to me. What have we got?
Okay. McCullen is 180 centimeters tall. His shadow is 46 centimeters.
This image has decayed 6%,
which means it's 51 hours and 17 minutes old.
That's at the polar icecap.
-Heavy. -Yep.
What do you say, sir?
I said you've been ordered back to the Pit,
but I didn't say when and I didn't say which route to take.
Maybe a northern one.
That is a lot of ice.
Thousands of miles across and 10 stories thick.
Locating McCullen's base will be like finding a needle in a coal mine.
-Haystack. -Oh, right.
Haystack in a coal mine.
No! McCullen has plans for him!
Enough!
And what was your plan?
Run 3,000 miles across the ice?
Stupid soldier.
Move it.
-That's strange. -What?
When they stole the weapons case, I set my scanner
to look out for the tracking beacon in case it came back on.
-And it just came back on. -That's my boy!
Three left.
Take the warheads to the missiles. I want them ready to launch in one hour.
It will be done.
My beautiful Lady of the Lake.
This bother you?
It's funny, isn't it? The entire balance of power in the world about to shift,
two guys can still have a stare-down over who gets the girl.
I'm gonna make you very unhappy.
-I'm already unhappy. -Get up!
Video from the Aqua Cam is coming online now.
Bloody hell.
They've built a military base under the polar icecap.
It's the perfect location. Nearly undetectable, easily defensible.
-Duke's got to be in there somewhere. -And the warheads.
We have to find a quiet way to get inside.
Elevator cables. They've got a surface entrance.
Guys, there's something else. Going to sonar view.
They've got tunnels running through the ice pack.
Hey, look, they've got their own attack subs.
Okay, what's that?
-Missile tubes. -Must be for the nanomite warheads.
Take us up. I'll create a distraction from outside and keep them busy
while you lot infiltrate the facility from above. We'll find Duke...
-Grab the warheads. -Kill all the bad guys.
As you all know, Team Alpha is under direct orders
to return to their respective national bases.
But I have something I need to do which goes against all orders.
So, if any of you decide that you have to leave now,
I will certainly not hold it against you.
Okay, then.
What are you gonna do with the warheads?
You take to your training well. That's good.
Still trying to develop intel.
-So you won't mind telling me. -Isn't it obvious?
I'm a businessman. I'm going to use them.
Millions of people are gonna die if you launch those warheads,
so what is it that you want?
To strike fear into the hearts of every man, woman and child on the planet.
Then they'll turn to the person with the most power.
You?
No, not me.
-You're not seeing the whole picture. -Then tell me.
I don't wanna spoil the surprise.
Guests.
Meet the genius behind all my nanotechnology.
Genius? You are too kind.
As you can see, we are loading my nanomite warheads
into the high-V missiles.
Once at maximum velocity, Mach 5,
not even the Joes have the technology to catch them.
So, who's this? Another recruit?
Albeit a rather unwilling one.
I'll prepare him for the procedure.
All teams, listen up, this is General Hawk.
The mission is a go. I say again, the mission is a go.
Good luck, Joes.
-The teams have been deployed, sir. -Get me a satellite uplink.
I wanna see everything that's going on down there.
You picking up anything?
Negative. There's nothing on the scanner.
-Nice shooting. -Thank you.
We're a long way from Miami.
That's a Night Raven. They actually built one.
Looks fast. That McCullen got some gadgets.
MARS Industries manufactures 70% of all arms on this planet.
70%.
Did you know that, Duke?
There are two sides to McCullen's operation, the Sword and the Shield.
The Sword creates and sells weaponry.
The Shield creates defensive technology, like high-tech bunkers,
which are supposed to protect one from anything
from a nuclear blast to a nanomite warhead.
Unfortunately, the bunker in which I took shelter
was just a prototype.
Who are you?
Rex?
You son of a bitch! Ana buried you!
Moving ceremony, I'm sure.
The three-volley salute.
Boots on the ground. A folded flag in her arms.
Why? Why didn't you just come in?
Because I discovered something.
... subject number 23.
This will only hurt a little.
What comes next, more so.
Listen, Mindbender, do whatever it takes.
So will I.
Remember, science requires sacrifice.
-It's beautiful, isn't it? -Stay where you are!
Are you going to shoot me?
These aren't chemical or nuclear, are they?
No.
They're something much, much better.
It is beautiful.
Nanomites, it's beyond...
It's light years ahead of what anyone else is doing in the field.
Proximity alert.
Aerial attack imminent. All personnel to the bunker.
Come on. Come on! What?
What are you doing? Don't close that. Don't...
If we live, I'll show you everything.
We survived that blast, somewhat.
And Dr. Mindbender and I escaped with his research, which I perfected
and which you will now experience first-hand.
Does Ana know about this? About you?
No, and she never will.
Commence the launch sequence.
Commencing launch sequence. T-minus four, three, two, one.
Ignite primary engines.
We have ignition.
They're launching the missiles!
We lost the Beijing missile. Warhead three is down, sir.
-Alert all defenses. -Yes, sir.
He's here.
-What about the other two? -We gotta find the kill switches.
They're already way too far out of range.
Somebody has to get up there and shoot those things down.
Well, I guess that's me.
-Sir. -What is it?
STRATCOM is tracking three warheads
that have just launched off the polar icecap.
One was downed immediately.
The other two are currently entering the upper atmosphere.
We need to get you down to the bunker, sir.
Well, they haven't made any demands. What's their plan?
Now, this is very cool.
-Yeah, but can you fly it? -I can fly anything.
You just find a way to guide me to those warheads.
-Right. Ripcord... -Yeah?
-Good luck. -Thanks.
-Hey, do me a favor. -Yeah?
-Save Duke. -You got it.
Let's go!
The floor is pressure-plated and laser-protected.
Anything larger than a quarter that touches that floor gets fried.
You left me for dead, Duke, and look at me.
Now you'll know what it's like to be a monster.
-We don't have much time. -Ana?
Oh, my God.
-Ana! -Security, to the operating chamber!
-Rex! -I press this, she dies.
-You did this to your own sister! -I loved my sister.
Do you have any idea the state she was in with me dead, you gone?
Have you ever felt truly alone?
I gave her a way to deal with the pain. I gave her purpose.
You could have stopped all of this just by letting her know you were alive!
Science requires sacrifice.
All she's done was because of you!
And because of you, Duke. You abandoned her.
-Let's not forget that point. -I'm gonna kill you, Rex.
-Is she still alive? -For now.
I thought we had complete control. You said this couldn't happen.
I didn't think it could.
I've never seen anyone override the programming, even momentarily.
She did this for him.
The pain must have been excruciating.
What you'll have to do
is to rewire the laser panel's brain by carefully...
-Or you can just stab it. -This is Scarlett. We're in.
Deploy the SHARCs!
Detaching SHARCs 1-3...
Detaching SHARCs Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta.
-Full speed ahead. -Detaching SHARCs.
SHARCs Victor, Franklin, Tango into flanking positions.
All right, boys. Attack formation.
Fan out. Wait until the Joes break formation.
Stay tight. Here they come.
-Fire up the pulse cannon! -We're on it, sir.
-I'll do it! -Put it down!
Your choice, Duke.
Charging pulse cannon.
Everybody stay tight on the enemy craft.
Don't let that cannon catch you out in the open.
Bogey at 10 o'clock.
I'm hit! I'm hit! I'm hit!
Missile 2, all telemetry and propulsion systems nominal.
-Ripcord, can you hear me? -Loud and clear, buddy.
Doing Mach 6 and loving it!
Come on, girl. Time to show me what you got.
Okay, Rip, I have the coordinates of the other two warheads.
The closest target is Moscow. You'll have to hit that one first.
Target two is Washington.
You'll be safe down in this bunker, sir.
-How soon before it strikes the city? -Seventeen minutes, sir.
-It's all up to the Joes now. -Please hurry, Mr. President.
We need to get you buttoned up.
General Hawk, we've lost our engines. We're completely disabled.
Somebody take out that damn cannon. There's 200 Joes on that sub.
We're on it, sir. All right, Snake,
the cannon control room should be right there,
where all the laser conduits converge.
Did you think she loved you? Did you imagine your life with her?
All I know is, neither one of you deserve her.
-That's it. She dies! -Don't do it, Rex!
Come on.
I'm gonna get you out of here.
Get up!
You're coming with me.
Ripcord, the Moscow missile will impact in four minutes.
All right, I got a visual on it.
Dead ahead.
You have to knock it down before it re-enters the atmosphere.
If those nanomites hit the ground, it's all over.
They'll destroy the whole city.
Houston, we have a problem.
-The fire controls are not in here. -What do you mean, not in there?
I mean, I don't see them anywhere.
It must be voice-activated.
Okay. Fire!
Shoot! Blast away! Bust a cap!
-Nothing's happening! -I bet it's in a different language.
Wait a minute. McCullen is Scottish. Maybe the plane responds to Celtic.
-Try Teine. -What?
-Teine. It's Celt, Scottish for fire. -Okay, got it.
Nice going, ace. You just saved Moscow.
Just doing my job. Now guide me to Washington.
Yeah. Yeah, thanks, that's great news. I'll let him know.
Sir, one of the Joes shot down the warhead heading for Moscow.
Thank God.
What are you doing? Oh, my God!
It's done.
Hello, Mr. President. Mr. McCullen sends his regards.
Oh, my God.
So, that's what this is all about.
All right. Keep tight, boys.
All guns on that cannon. Torpedoes away!
I've just lost my wingman.
Retargeting Joe submarine.
I've got a shot.
Pulse cannon fault. Pulse cannon fault.
Cannon now offline.
-The whole damn system's down. -I'm trying to bring it back online.
Now you die.
Launch immediately.
-Chart a course up to the ice pack. -Yes, sir.
-We gotta go after Rex and McCullen. -How could it be Rex?
Hey, Scarlett, it's Duke!
-He looks fine. -But what's he doing with her?
Okay, we got a track on McCullen's sub. He's headed up into the ice pack.
Duke, behind us!
Looks like they're onto us. Ana, shoot those guys.
Love to.
When our master was killed, you took a vow of silence.
Now you will die without a word.
All right, the second one in my sights.
Okay, Rip, you only got 30 seconds before it enters the lower atmosphere.
I got you!
-Ripcord, you missed. -The warhead has entered
the lower atmosphere.
I know, I know! I'm on it, I'm on it!
Shit!
-I can't shake these guys. -Duke, I'm out!
-All right, let's see what we got here. -Black Ray, Eliminator, LAW.
Laser Artillery Weapon. That sounds good.
-Scarlett! -Hey, Duke!
I'm going after McCullen and Rex.
You guys better get the hell out of there.
I can't. Rip has one more warhead to take down.
Rip, where is he?
The missile's just gone drone. It's going in for the kill!
Sir, there's a hostile Mantis craft coming up behind us.
-Seal the door. -Sir.
There you are.
One got through. I hit them!
Duke! They're back!
Going hot in three, two, one.
There's gotta be another way around to Rex and McCullen.
Charting new course for alternate route.
Twenty seconds until impact.
Come on, come on, come on.
You're too close, Rip! Back off!
Actually, I think I'm just about close enough.
He's taking the nanomites back into the upper atmosphere.
Ripcord, get out of that plane!
Almost there!
Eject, Ripcord, eject!
He did it. He actually did it.
Ripcord?
Ripcord!
Didn't I ask you not to yell at me?
Everybody, listen up! We still have a lot of Joes out there in harm's way.
Let's bring them home.
-Did it work? -Yes, yes, it worked.
Good. Because I think I'm about to get arrested, again.
Don't move!
-Hey, hey, same team, same team! -Hands up!
Same team.
Okay, okay, okay.
-What's our status? -We've lost aft thrusters and the sonar.
-We're running blind. -Kill them. Kill all the Joes.
-Detonate the ice pack. -Right away, sir.
They're telling the other ships to abort. He's gonna blow the ice pack.
This is Duke calling all Joes. The ice pack's coming down!
There's a ton of steel and ice
-headed your way! -What?
Everybody, pull back! Pull back now!
Door! The door, the door! Get the door!
Come on!
Ana, we could get out of here right now, free and clear, safe and sound.
-Let's get them. -That's my girl.
-This is cutting it close, Duke. -I'm not letting those two get away.
Come on, guys, get out of there!
Snake!
-This is Scarlett. We're all clear. -This is Duke. We're clear, too.
Yo, Joe!
Yeah!
Now that we have a moment to ourselves,
I've designed something
-especially for you, James. -No!
This will only hurt a little.
What comes next, more so.
Nanomites, perfect little healers.
I've finally taken my place in a long line of McCullens.
James McCullen is no more. Now you are Destro.
What have you done to me?
The time has come for the cobra to rise up and reveal himself.
You will call me Commander.
This is Captain Duke Hauser. Prepare to be boarded.
Sir.
You are relentless, Duke. I'll give you that much.
And what's to stop me from blowing you out of the water?
Self-preservation. I'm taking you in, Rex.
You and what army?
My army.
You know, Duke, this has only just begun.
I'll be waiting for you.
I've never seen encoding like this. I mean, physically, she's fine,
but when Rex programmed them, he sure didn't want them taken out.
-So there's nothing you can do for her? -It'll take some time,
but we'll take them out.
Till we get those things out of your head,
looks like you're gonna be seeing a lot of me around here.
You can't save me, Duke. No one can, not after all I've done.
Look, that wasn't you.
I'm not giving up on you.
-Man, we look good. -Yeah, well, you better get used to it.
Heavy Duty thinks you guys ought to stick around permanently.
So, you're asking us, right?
Yeah, 'cause he didn't sound like he was asking.
'Cause you gotta be asked to join the G.I. Joes.
I'm asking.
Well, I'm in.
-How do you feel about this? -I feel very emotional.
All Joes mobilize and ready check for Operation Mongoose.
All ground transports, rendezvous at Base Brothers Grimm.
All Howler Hunters will rendezvous at Base Roman Ruin.
Good luck, Joes.
Mr. President, it's good to see you.
-Thank you. And you. -It's nice to have you back safely, sir.
-Thank you. John. -Welcome back, sir.
Thank you. Thank you all so much.