The Russians are making a play for the stolen intelligence.
You have Zayef's hard drive. Why don't we make a deal?
ALEXANDER COLTRANE: We have a solider in trouble. Get us airborne.
Go!
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
ARIANNA DEMACHI: Good girl.
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
- Undo it. - I can't. There's no way back.
- (SCREAMS) - (GUNSHOT)
Insurgents are moving closer.
You move east. I'll track south.
We'll meet across the border, two day's time.
♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
(ENGINE REVVING)
(SHOUTING AND GRUNTING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
♪♪
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
This isn't the way to the infirmary.
Quiet.
You were told to take me to the infirmary.
♪♪
Why do you got my earpiece?
♪♪
- Hello? - All right.
Boss, good to hear your voice.
Wyatt?
(INHALES SHARPLY) It's good to hear you, too.
You just follow Yakov there.
He'll explain the plan
and get you where you need to go.
Yakov?
Yeah, the big guy who gave you the comms.
(SIGHS) That could be a problem.
- He's currently unconscious. - Why is he unconscious?
You know what? Just forget about it.
Just get to the storage cabinet
on the south side of the camp.
There is a floor panel.
Leads to the honey tunnels underneath.
- Sorry, honey tunnels? - Yeah.
You know, the secret passages where the guards
used to sneak the ladies in and out.
You know, this would be a hell of a lot easier
if you had a guard escorting you.
♪♪
If you had any idea how much I had to bribe that guy...
♪♪
I have to get to the infirmary.
- What, you're injured? - No.
Then get your ass to the storage cabinet.
No, no, no, no, no.
I have to get to the infirmary.
Boss, will you forget about the goddamn infirmary?
You've been gone for four months
in a Siberian work camp off the grid,
and I thought you were dead.
So, when someone says move, you move.
One moment, please.
We don't have one moment!
♪♪
Do you know who I am?
(ALARMS BLARING)
♪♪
- Y-yes. - What are you doing here?
♪♪
Sorry about that. I'm on the move.
Okay. Storage cabinet. Go.
To be honest, I don't know how much time you got.
Your work camp records got uploaded
to the Russian federal penitentiary database
24 hours ago.
Luckily, we had facial recog trolling for you,
and we got a hit,
but if anybody else is looking for you,
they know exactly where you are.
- We may have a slight problem. - (ALARM BLARING)
Son of a bitch.
(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING, BOTH SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
♪♪
(MEN SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)
♪♪
(THE HEAVY'S "SHORT CHANGE HERO")
♪♪
♪ I can't see where you coming from ♪
♪ But I know just what you runnin' from ♪
♪ And what matters ain't the "who's baddest" ♪
♪ But the ones who stop you falling from your ladder ♪
♪ Come on, feelin' like you're feelin' now ♪
♪ And doin' things just to please your crowd ♪
♪ When I love you like the way I love you ♪
♪ And I suffer, but I ain't gonna cut you ♪
♪ 'Cause this ain't no place for no hero ♪
♪ This ain't no place for no better man ♪
♪ This ain't no place for no hero to call home ♪
♪♪
♪ This ain't no place for no hero ♪
♪ This ain't no place for no better man ♪
♪ This ain't no place for no hero to call home ♪
(DOGS BARKING)
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
♪♪
I'm in.
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
♪♪
(SHOUTING)
I found it.
♪♪
In the tunnel.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
♪♪
- Boss, boss. - Wyatt?
Hey, hey, hey. It's me.
Hey, good to see you, but we got to move.
Thank you.
- Where's Novin? - Oh, it's just me, I'm afraid.
I mean, she's fine, but a few things have happened
in the four months you've been gone.
I'll give you the full debrief, trust me,
but right now we got to get on the horses and ride.
Oh, I thought that
was just some irritating American turn of phrase.
Irritating? Really?
(GRUNTS)
- You can ride, right? - (HORSE NEIGHS)
- Yah! - (CHUCKLES) Come on.
(MAN SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)
(TIRES SQUEALING)
We got to move. Yah!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
♪♪
(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)
♪♪
(PHONE BUZZES)
♪♪
Blyad!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(SOFT TENSE MUSIC)
♪♪
Managed to get us some money, new passports,
and plane tickets out of here.
And I got you a change of clothes.
I mean, if it's the shirt...
No, no, no, no, it's not the shirt.
(CHUCKLING) I mean, not entirely.
(CHUCKLES)
I let you down.
You, Novin...
and the others.
The way I heard it,
you got grabbed coming across the border.
Mm, yeah. But then I gave up.
And after what happened to McAllister, Chetri,
giving up didn't feel so bad.
Then I recognized this new inmate...
and I realized the job wasn't done
and I had no right to give up,
so I engineered the trip to the infirmary
where he was being held.
And now I think...
I know what Russia and what Arianna Demachi are planning.
Maybe even a way of stopping them,
but we need to get the team back together.
- Team? - Yeah.
There's you, and there's me and Novin.
And trust me, Novin's been better.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
♪♪
(INDISTINCT CLAMORING)
♪♪
(COINS RATTLING)
♪♪
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
Arianna.
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
But I still wouldn't.
Lance Corporal Manisha Chetri...
What happened to her body?
Da...
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
♪♪
Hey!
(YELPS)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
♪♪
(SHOUTS)
(GUNSHOTS)
♪♪
Hey! Stop!
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
♪♪
(GRUNTS)
Fuck.
(MAN SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)
♪♪
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
♪♪
Fuck.
(SOFT TENSE MUSIC)
♪♪
(SILVERWARE CLINKING)
Hey, hey, easy, short stuff.
That better not be my bloody dinner you're scarfing down.
- Hey, how old's this quiche? - It's fucking frittata.
- How are you, Lance Corporal? - Boss.
Wyatt...
Got you out.
He did, yes.
You look better than I expected.
That must be the cheery shirt,
'cause I feel absolutely terrible.
Look, I meant to be there.
I should've been there, but I got a lead.
Someone from Chetri's rendition site.
Oh? Who?
Sevastian Levkin, Arianna's handler.
Went from swinging his dick in the Directorate
to babysitting Russian casinos in Armenia.
Seems he was laundering money for Arianna.
Well, that is because
the Russians are investing $250 million in her.
- Did you say $250 million? - Yeah.
The boss here was locked up with the guy
who's in charge of transferring the money.
Amazing who you meet in a gulag.
He was there in that room when they took Chetri's life.
What are you doing here?
I failed to get the files from your lance corporal.
I failed Moscow...
so this is what I got.
He was happy to tell me about the money,
where it's being held, everything.
Just get me out. Please.
What the hell are they buying with $250 million?
They're using Arianna to take over the Albanian mafia.
Which, surprise, surprise, is pretty fucking bad news.
It means the Russians will control a large percentage
of organized crime in every major European city.
Guns, drugs, trafficking.
They want to destabilize a city with a terrorist attack,
all they have to do is click their fingers,
and Arianna will arrange it.
So everything we did was pointless?
McAllister, Chetri, all for nothing?
Well, the only thing left then is to take out Arianna Demachi.
- Where is Levkin now? - Where do you think?
You have to stop this.
You're a soldier, for Christ's sake.
(CHUCKLES)
I'm not even a fucking civilian... none of us are.
We lost everything, so, mate, if you're here to lecture me,
there's the fucking door.
Well, actually, he's not.
♪♪
The money's being held in transit
ahead of being laundered,
and Arianna is due to collect it all
in three days...
from an old Soviet facility in a place
called Nova Golensk...
Former military town near the Black Sea.
And now I really need you to talk me out of this.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Talk you out of what?
I am about to suggest
that we steal $250 million
from the Russians.
♪♪
(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(ARIANNA SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
We need to find out everything we can
about this town,
so we rent eyes on a commercial satellite.
So you're considering going through with this?
Well, we said we'd talk about it.
We're just talking.
There's no time for any real prep
or a close target recce.
Well, they won't be expecting us 'cause nobody else
would be fucking stupid enough to try it.
If it's any consolation, getting in is the easy part.
It's getting out that might be an issue.
A million in hundreds is 25 pounds or so.
If it's fifties, you're doubling that.
So we're talking maximum three bags,
$2 million, $3 million each.
Any more than that will be concrete boots.
Fuck! Are we doing this?
Still only talking.
- So we take what we can. - We destroy the rest.
What, you mean blow up over $200 million?
Arianna's the mission... Stopping the Russians.
Money's just a bonus. Is that a problem?
It's a feature, boss, not a problem.
Look, we have about 24 hours to carry out the heist.
There it is.
There is the H word. A heist... is that what it is?
Uh, well, what other word would you have me use?
Try motherfucking payday, sir.
No, let's call it what it actually is.
This is a simple criminal act,
the line you can't cross back from, not ever.
So it would have to be unanimous.
Fuck it, I'm in. Wyatt?
I don't know.
If you're fighting without a cause, without a reason,
with only money at stake,
then you're just another guy running around with a gun.
And I'm starting to think
there's too many of those guys in the world.
You have a cause... Arianna.
Oh, yeah, they money's gravy,
but the thought of the others dying for nothing
and letting her win?
I don't think any of us can walk away from that.
All right.
Then I have two rules.
I'm not touching any fucking dirty money.
- I'll take it. - Fine.
And two... I'm not killing for this.
Not even Arianna?
If there was an exception to the rule, she would be it.
If we're good with that...
I, too, am in.
I have one more rule.
If we do pull this off...
then we are done.
This job has taken a lot from us,
and maybe we deserve better.
We walk away from this life altogether.
That's good for me.
Yes, sir.
Well, then let's get to work.
♪♪
So here's what we know...
Nova Golensk, built during the Second World War,
is a garrison town accessible via the mountain roads
but also along the river.
Now mostly empty, skeletal population.
But there's a vault with a series of tunnels
running under the town.
That's where the money's being held.
The entrance is located
three miles northwest of the town.
Yeah, but here's the bad news...
Armed guards, reinforced steel doors.
We get within spitting distance,
and we're shredded wheat.
Right, now this is where you tell me
we've found an ingenious solution?
Oh, yeah.
The satellite feed is up, and it's cheap and nasty.
But we think this figure moving along here is...
Arianna Demachi.
She enters into this house here,
and she never comes out.
So let's play a little game of "Where's Waldo?"
I think you mean, "Where's Wally?"
- Or Wanda? - It's Waldo.
Whatever.
So we look back at the tunnel entrance,
and what do we see?
Shit.
Arianna coming out three miles away.
Which means the house is our back door
in the middle of the town.
That's right.
♪♪
- Novin. - Copy.
♪♪
You know,
ordinarily, I would say we leave this one well alone.
Too many unknowns, too many risks.
But in this case...
- For Chetri. - And for McAllister.
And for ourselves.
(GLASSES CLINK)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
♪♪
Go.
♪♪
This is the house Arianna went in.
The door's clean. Pick it or kick it?
Pick it sounds nice and quiet.
Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
Easy, short stuff.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Like I said, no one's expecting us.
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
Go.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
♪♪
(INDISTINCT RUSSIAN CHATTER)
♪♪
One of these must conceal the vaults.
♪♪
I got nothing.
Yeah, I'm coming up short down here.
What if we were wrong about this?
Hold on.
♪♪
It looks like we have our back door.
Gonna need a minute with this.
You still sure about all of this?
No money, no killing?
Feeds a part of me I'd rather not feed anymore, boss.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
♪♪
- What the hell? - No alerts, no alarms?
♪♪
You know, it turns out all this time in training,
we should've been robbing fucking banks.
♪♪
Right, it's left. Left here.
♪♪
Well, ladies and gentlemen, we have ourselves a vault.
Door's cobalt with steel plating
to prevent drilling.
I hate to break it to you, boss,
but, uh, the only way is to blow it.
Isn't there a quieter way?
Let me see, quieter way to blow the fucking door?
(SIGHS) Language.
I'm sorry.
It just seems like
a considerable escalation of risk, that's all.
Come on, you don't go all the way to the beach
and not catch a couple of waves.
Okay, fine.
Lance Corporal, blow the fucking doors off.
(DOORS GROANING)
♪♪
Moving in.
♪♪
- (CHUCKLES) - Well?
What have we got?
Uh, boss...
Oh, good God.
Novin, lay your charges on the other two pallets.
Wyatt, fill your bags. Let's get going.
- Boss, these are hundreds. - I packed extra bags.
We could carry at least four each.
No, no. We agreed on three.
Well, that's just 'cause I never thought
we'd actually fucking make it this far.
Oh, so now you want the money?
Yeah, yeah, I want the fucking money.
Stick to the plan.
Fill your three bags and then get out to the corridor
and cover our exfil.
Yeah, yeah, I-I'm good.
I'm sorry, it's just a little, you know, gold rush fever.
(CHUCKLES)
You are such a breadhead.
Is a breadhead better than a dickhead?
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Come on, baby.
You're coming home with Uncle Sammy.
- Come on, come on. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
All right. (GRUNTS)
Got my three. Moving.
Good. Move.
♪♪
(MAN SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)
Holy shit!
Contact. I have contact.
Two tangos. (NOVIN SHOUTS)
(GUNFIRE)
Got a runner. In pursuit.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
♪♪
Well, if they didn't know we were here before, they do now.
(ALARM BLARING)
(GRUNTS)
♪♪
- Come on, drop it. - Let's see what you got.
Weapon down! Drop it!
Right now. (GUN CLATTERS)
- Just let me shoot her, boss. - You need to keep me alive.
A hostage will help you get out.
I hate to say it, boss, but she's kind of got a point.
Screw her point.
If you were smart,
you would know this was the best course of action.
- Fine, you're coming with us. - Lose the baggage.
Hey.
We can't carry all three and move fast enough.
- That's nine bags down to six. - Awesome.
(MAN SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)
♪♪
(MEN SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)
♪♪
Must be bloody lovely to have your country back you
to the tune of $250 million.
It's a death sentence.
I'm just as trapped here as you are.
But maybe we can find a way to work together.
I can get us out with all the money.
- Get bent. - No way.
Chetri was a good kid. We're not finished with you.
That'll be a solid no from us, then.
Then I guess you'll die down here instead.
(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN) Got incoming.
Shit, okay. Get back!
- Shit! - Get back, or she gets it!
Back, back!
(MAN SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN)
Lance Corporal, are you thinking what I'm thinking?
You can bet your balls, boss.
We have to get Arianna!
♪♪
- Boss, we got to get out! - Leave her, move!
Shit.
♪♪
Boss, we're gonna need a new exit plan.
Hold up.
♪♪
How's this nonviolence thing working out for you?
It'd be a hell of a lot easier
if people would stop trying to fucking kill me.
(CHUCKLES)
- Multiple tangos converging. - Our best bet's the waterfront.
Move south on me. Let's go.
♪♪
(MAN SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)
♪♪
(MAN SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)
We need to get to the powerboat!
Give me some covering fire!
(MAN SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)
(MEN SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)
Moving!
♪♪
Contact rear!
(BULLETS RICOCHETING OFF BOAT)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING, ENGINE TURNS OVER)
She's running!
- Oh, fuck! - Man down!
- Fuck! - Man down, man down!
(GUNFIRE) - I got shot!
♪♪
I got you, I got you!
Come on, leave the bag. Move it!
Wyatt, get on board!
Leave it. Let's go!
I got you. Go! I got you.
Come on. Get in, get in.
(GROANS)
- Wyatt, push us off! - (GROANS)
(BULLETS RICOCHETING) Go, go, go, go, go!
(ENGINE REVVING) - Hold on!
Come on, boss!
♪♪
Boss, they're all over the place!
We got to get out of here!
Yeah, I'm trying!
Get us around it!
♪♪
- Hold on! - Making a run for the sea.
- We got company, boss. - Keep going.
(GUNFIRE)
♪♪
Down, down!
Keep it steady!
Shit!
- Let 'em come! - Let 'em come at us.
Grenade! Three, two, one!
(GRUNTS)
I think we're good!
(GROANS)
(SOFT TENSE MUSIC)
♪♪
- Let's take a look. - Fucking hell.
(GROANS)
- Nothing to worry about. - Just a scratch.
- How's she doing? - It's just a scratch, boss!
- It's just a scratch, right? - Just a scratch, kid.
Satellite feed's down.
Okay, kid, this might hurt a little.
- (SHOUTS) - All right, three, two, one.
(SCREAMS) Fuck off!
Hang in there, Gracie.
- What are you doing? - Stopping the bleeding.
(GROANS) Fucking hell.
Good, it's good. Stay with me.
Stay with me, Novin, come on.
Hey, don't do nothing stupid, all right?
Mate, dying's the last thing I want to do, eh?
Good, 'cause we got $15 million to spend.
Oh, yeah.
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING OVERHEAD)
- Incoming helo, ten o'clock! - Shit!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Fuck.
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
Contact!
- It's coming around! - Keep moving!
I'm doing my best!
♪♪
(INSTRUMENTS BEEPING)
Shit, he's getting a lock!
(ALARM BLARING)
Incoming!
♪♪
- He's right on our ass! - I'm trying to shake him!
Well, try harder!
♪♪
I'm out! Boss, give us a mag!
And me!
♪♪
(INSTRUMENTS BEEPING)
♪♪
He's not gonna keep missing!
♪♪
- He's getting a sight on us! - We can't outrun them!
(GUNFIRE)
(ALARM BLARING)
- It's no good! Get overboard! - Jump!
Move!
- Jump! - Get out!
Fuck me! (GROANS)
(SHUSHES) Quiet.
Can you make it to the trees?
- I'll make it. - I got you.
Hey, at least we got two bags left.
(SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC)
♪♪
(BIRDS CALLING)
♪♪
- Hey, hey, hey, hey. - Hey, hey.
- We need to take a break. - Gracie.
Hey, hey, come on. Let's get you down.
Wyatt, get on lookout.
I just need a minute, boss.
Shit. It's gonna be okay.
(GROANS)
We got movement.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN RUSSIAN)
Shit, we got multiple tangos inbound.
Hand me my weapon and leave me.
- Right, let's give 'em hell. - Come on, one last go.
- (GROANS) - Rolling for cover.
(GRUNTS, GROANS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN RUSSIAN)
Well, guess this is it.
- Conserve your ammo. - Pick your targets.
Good luck.
Gracie, you with me?
I'm with you, boss.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN RUSSIAN)
(MAN SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)
(SHOUTS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
♪♪
Moving!
♪♪
Fuck me! Changing!
- Moving! - Moving!
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
Fuck! Aah!
- Go, go, go! - (BULLETS RICOCHETING)
Come on, move!
♪♪
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
We need a doctor, and we need a vehicle right now.
- You speak English? - Yes.
And we don't work.
Please. Still we are closed.
How about now?
Ooh.
Maybe I could open.
- Yeah, no shit. - Yeah.
I have cousin. He is doctor for animals.
- A vet? - Good.
- BOTH: A vet? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Perfect. - Good, good doctor.
Novin, we got a vet coming.
Take this, please.
Ooh.
Yeah.
But wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
It's fake.
(LAUGHTER)
- No, no, trust me. - That money is real.
- It's not real money. - Look at this. Come.
You see?
You see, same number. You see? Check it.
- Same number. - Fuck.
♪♪
- Arianna. - (GROWLS AND GRUNTS)
- Boss? Boss? - (GROWLS) Fuck!
How the fuck did she do that?
♪♪
(ENGINE RUMBLING, ALARM BLARING)
(MAN SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)
♪♪
Oh, fuck. (ZIPPER OPENS)
You have a nice watch.
This watch was a gift from my ex-wife.
- Don't bullshit me. - Just give me.
Give me this watch.
(LAUGHS) I can't believe this is happening.
Just give me your watch.
Call the vet. The vet, now.
♪♪
- It's all right, mate. - (PANTING)
You can have my share.
(CHUCKLES) It's not funny.
(LAUGHTER)
Could've been worse.
How? (LAUGHS)
(LAUGHTER)
Oh, fuck my life.
(LAUGHTER)
(SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC)
♪♪
Russia's looking for me, the Albanians.
None of them have managed.
But I knew you'd come.
♪♪
If you're looking for the money...
I'm not.
Disappearing is expensive.
♪♪
Maybe there's no escape for people like us.
The things we've seen, the things we've done...
They follow us, and they stay close.
So every morning I ask myself,
"Will today be the day that they come?"
And now you know.
Wait!
(PEACEFUL MARIACHI MUSIC)
♪♪
Done.
(WOMAN SINGING IN SPANISH)
♪♪
(ENGINE TURNING OVER)
♪♪
So what happens now?
Well, that is the $250 million question.
(CHUCKLES) You did not just go there.
Well, you set 'em up, I knock 'em down.
That's how it works, right?
I didn't give a shit about the money.
I just wanted payback.
Maybe that's better without a price, you know?
Short stuff, I could not disagree with you more.
What about private military?
No, it's not for me.
Turns out I have a higher opinion
of myself than I thought.
(CHUCKLES)
Besides, 20 years of this...
always watching your back,
losing buddies along the way...
it's not living.
Mm. It's surviving.
Exactly.
So I'd like to see what the real world is like.
I'd like to go to a new country
and not have to shoot someone when I get there.
Yeah.
I signed up when I was 19.
My whole life has been based on a decision I made
when I was a bloody teenager. (CHUCKLES)
It's time for a little bit of living, right?
Yeah, a little bit of living sounds good.
(CHUCKLES)
You know, there is another option.
What we did was a success.
Maybe not in the way we intended,
but we stopped Russian expansion into organized crime,
we saved countless lives,
and that has not gone unnoticed.
(SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Our identities have been restored, our records.
There is a way back.
♪♪
You said we'd walk away.
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm just, um, putting all the options on the table.
I had a call from Whitehall.
There's a former Boko Haram lieutenant in Nigeria.
He's on the run, and, uh... Boss, let me just-
I'm just gonna stop you there.
And?
And...
nothing.
Just gonna stop you.
(UNSCREWS BOTTLE CAP)
(LIQUOR POURING)
Yeah, I mean, after...
everything that happened...
you're the one that said it, boss.
I mean, you don't think we deserve better?
(SCOFFS)
Yeah.
♪♪
To 20, then.
♪♪
- To 20. - To 20.
Past, present, and all the rest.
♪♪
But if you ever change your minds...
- I think we're good. - Yeah.
With all due respect, boss, I mean,
they can get fucked.
(LAUGHS)
♪♪
- Sam. - Take care.
♪♪
- Hug it out. - Hug it out, short stuff.
♪♪
Put it there, boss.
♪♪
Gracie.
Stay loose.
♪♪
(DRAMATIC ROCK MUSIC)
♪♪
(GIRLS AT OUR BEST!'S "GETTING NOWHERE FAST")
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♪ You're not looking forward ♪
♪ And you are not looking back ♪
♪ You've lost the warranty ♪
♪ You'll never get your money back ♪
♪ My baby's buying me another life, getting nowhere fast ♪
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♪ I am pretty smart, I don't do what they want me to ♪
♪ I don't and nor do you ♪
♪ That's what the general public do ♪
♪ My baby's buying me another life, getting nowhere fast ♪
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♪ It makes you feel good ♪
♪ You've answered all the questions right ♪
♪ He's won a holiday, that'll help you sleep tonight ♪
♪ My baby's buying me another life, getting nowhere fast ♪
(ENGINE REVVING)