The Expendables 3 Extended English Subtitles SDH
(SPEAKING SERBIAN)
(ALARM BLARING)
(SOLDIERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
Lucky ring on.
I feel so much safer.
Grip it. We're coming in hot!
(SOLDIERS GRUNTING)
(SHOUTING)
(ALARM RINGING)
(SCREAMING)
(SOLDIERS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Hold on!
(METAL GRINDING)
(SOLDIERS GRUNTING)
BARNEY: Whoa!
(SOLDIERS GRUNTING)
(SOLDIER SCREAMS)
(MACHINE GUN FIRING)
TOLL: Clear!
Let's go.
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
What's the holdup?
Nothing, we're on our way. Let's go!
Your dude's trippin'!
(GRUNTS)
(SOLDIER GRUNTS)
Ahhh!
(GROANING)
(TRAIN SPEEDING UP)
(SPEAKING LOCAL DIALECT)
(ALARM RINGING)
(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)
(FIRING GUN)
Doc!
(ALL SHOUTING)
Hey, forget this maniac!
I'm not leavin' him!
Doc!
Move!
(ALL CHEERING)
Whoa. You just gonna roll up on me, huh? After eight damn years.
What's up with that?
You were in a black-ops prison that doesn't officially exist.
I just got the location from a guy named Church,
an agency spook.
Excuse me?
Agency official. Relax.
I think you're in a time warp, man.
What a waste of life. You make one damn mistake!
Wasn't a mistake. It was stupid.
If you'd have done that to me, I would've chopped you into pieces.
(LAUGHS) You would've tried.
Hey, you wanna thank the guys?
The guys? Where are our guys? Hammer? Woodsman?
Gone.
Dead gone?
Yeah.
DOC: Damn.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
Heard you killed more people than the plague.
How 'bout that?
Why do they call you Doctor Death?
Used to be a medic.
But that was a long time ago.
So why'd you get locked away?
Tax evasion.
So you all that's left of the Expendables?
We're it.
We started out with five. Built up to 22.
(SIGHS)
I see Barney's still hanging the tags up there.
(TAGS JINGLING)
Said that jinglin' sound the tags make,
that's a reminder that
our brothers are still here.
Somewhere.
So come on, Viking.
Give an old-schooler your blade.
Or else you might find your tags up there jinglin', too.
Jing-a-Ling. Jing-a-Ling, jing-a-Ling.
Sharpen it when you're done.
I think your friend's a little off.
Come on, Christmas. He's been in a hole for eight years.
How'd he get so lucky?
He tried pulling off this half-assed political assassination for a few bucks
in this place called Swaziland. And he blew it.
Self-destructive.
Yeah, something like that.
But you know what he is? He's a good medic.
Well, I don't need a checkup.
Why are you so sarcastic?
You're vague.
- Vague? (CHUCKLES) - Secrets, idiot.
I mean, why do you take me halfway around the planet to save this
medical genius, as you describe him?
For what?
He's an Expendable.
Oh, my God. Come on.
He's an Expendable.
So, he's one of the flock?
BARNEY: Let me tell you something.
If you were incarcerated for years,
I'd come and save you.
Thanks, hero. (CHUCKLES)
But I doubt it.
And I know you'd do the same for me.
- Truthfully? - You'd let me rot?
Exactly.
(BOTH LAUGH)
Hey, Doc.
What's your name?
Christmas.
(SCOFFS)
Is that real?
Authentic.
Is that real, too?
Oh, no, I spend three hours every morning
putting this on with a black Biro.
This is real. Authentic.
Original. Look at that.
Ha.
Huh.
Balance is a little off.
You a knife man?
Best. Ever.
I'm the Knife Before Christmas.
Ain't that right, Barney?
(LAUGHING) If you say so.
Probably free-stylin' with a blade while you were still suckin' on your daddy's titty,
tryin' to learn how to eat with a spoon.
Yeah. Is that another little secret you was keeping there, Mr. Vague-o?
Just stay out of my brain, would you?
I tell ya. I can't wait to get home.
Eat some good food, put on some fine threads,
break out my '49 Pontiac,
kick that baby until the engine blows up! (LAUGHS)
You didn't tell him, did you?
Tell me what?
We're not going home.
We're stoppin' a dealer named Victor Minns delivering a shipment of thermobaric bombs.
Oh, come on, man!
That shit is hellfire.
Hey, routine stuff.
You know, why didn't you just pick me up on your way back?
We're a man short.
Well, you know I'd love to party with you boys,
but, uh, I don't have my shit.
Oh.
- That's my shit. - It is your shit.
(BARNEY LAUGHING)
Doc, did you thank the guys for helping you out?
(STAMMERS)
Say somethin'.
(DOC CLEARS THROAT)
Uh, listen up.
Uh...
It's been a long time since I had a reason to say thank you.
So I just wanna...
I, you know...
He's getting his rhythm.
DOC: I wanna say, uh...
Thank you.
His sincerity's overwhelming.
Think I'm gonna weep.
You know what? Enough.
Can you not be sarcastic?
That was great, Doc. Seriously.
- That was good. - Pretty good.
- You haven't talked for a long time. - Yeah.
- You got the gift. - So you heard?
It's like riding a bike.
To me it was like Churchill's best moment.
- Gettysburg Address. - I think I made my point...
- Yeah, it moved me. It moved him. - Okay.
- I moved you, too? - Stunning delivery.
- Yeah. - Stunning.
Okay.
(LAUGHS)
- Doc. - Yeah?
Great to have you back.
(DOC SIGHS)
No better place to be. Yeah.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(WHISTLES)
'Bout time you boys showed up.
- Nice boat. - Thanks, ladies. Stole it myself.
Got three more just like it patrolling the harbor.
Two-man ground teams every 400 meters.
Good work.
Just 'cause you can fly a plane don't make you smarter than me.
Sure it does.
(LAUGHS)
So you the reason I've been stuck down here in this shithole?
Shithole? Brother, you have no idea.
Oh, yeah. (LAUGHS)
What the hell is that?
This bitch'll solve all your problems.
Yeah, maybe for 10 seconds before it blows its wad.
So now you got that problem, too?
(ALL LAUGH)
You walked into that one.
HALE: Come on, look alive, look alive.
BARNEY: Good luck.
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
(MAN GRUNTING)
It was all under control.
Yeah, that's what it looked like.
(LAUGHS)
He saw you, he didn't see me.
Where ya been?
Had a doctor's appointment.
DOC: Catch up with you boys later.
Where's he goin'?
Happy New Year, motherfuckers!
Makin' a Housecall.
(MAN GRUNTS)
(MEN GRUNTING)
Doc, go.
(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(GROANING)
Oh, Sally, the man attacked me with a knife.
(GRUNTS)
- Damn. He's good. - Maybe to you.
(INDISTINCT CHATTING)
- You're gonna wanna see this. - See what?
I'll show you.
(CRANE MOVING)
Damn. He's really good.
- Say it again, I'll shoot you. - Chill.
Get in.
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
Where's the bomb?
It'll be here.
DOC: Barney, it looks like the target is right on time.
There's Minns. Let's take him out fast.
(SPEAKING LOCAL DIALECT)
Barney, I gotta put you down.
- It can't be. CHRISTMAS: - What can't be?
We gonna shoot these guys or what?
What's the holdup?
He's dead.
CHRISTMAS: Who's dead?
Stonebanks.
Stonebanks!
(YELLING)
Come on, get in, get in, get in, get in, get in!
Barney, move! Go, go, go!
(GUNS FIRING)
(YELLING)
Ah! Come on!
It's time to mow the lawn!
(GRUNTING)
(YELLING)
Huh?
Told you. Ten seconds.
DOC: Hang on! I found you a ride!
(GUNS FIRING)
Time to go!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(ALL GRUNT)
(SHOUTING)
Come on!
DOC: Go, go, go!
(MACHINE GUN FIRING)
- How much we gettin' paid for this? - Not enough.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(GRUNTS)
Go right!
- You're not gonna fit! - Always negative.
I'm getting carsick.
(DOC GRUNTS)
Hang on, Doc!
CHRISTMAS: - Right side! - Got it!
Get out!
(ALL SHOUTING)
Come on!
Caesar, we're coming your way! Where are you?
HALE: In this filthy river. Behind you!
Try to stay as close as you can!
Make room for Caesar!
Move your asses!
(ALL GRUNTING)
What was that?
A huge black guy in a boat.
(SPEAKING IN LOCAL DIALECT)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(BARNEY GRUNTING)
Hold it, hold it! You got it goin'!
(ALL SHOUTING)
BARNEY: - You all right? - Yep.
Pull over.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(TRUCK APPROACHING)
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
(HALE GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
Ahhh!
Incoming!
Move! Move!
(SHOUTING)
(ALL SHOUTING)
(HALE GROANING)
(INDISTINCT)
(BREATHING DEEPLY)
(JINGLING)
(MACHINE BEEPING)
Maybe this will bring you luck.
Is he gonna make it?
I don't know.
Who did this?
Stonebanks.
I thought you killed him.
So did I.
He shot Caesar to get back at me.
You know, I'm getting out of this business.
And so should you.
Not yet.
Hey.
If you need any help with Stonebanks...
I'm supposed to meet a guy named Church.
I know you were.
So who are you?
Operations Officer Drummer.
You don't have to worry about Church anymore.
He's, um... He's out of the picture.
Jesus, Ross. What a mess.
We gave you everything.
Target, opportunity.
All the intel you could ask for,
and you got decimated
and my target walked away.
Am I wrong here? Am I missing something?
Yeah. Church said the target's name was Victor Minns.
- And? - He was wrong.
His real name is Conrad Stonebanks.
We knew him only as Victor Minns.
Arms dealer, made billions selling to every psycho warlord
in Africa and the Middle East.
Has his own mercenary army.
He's personally responsible
for torturing and killing
two of the best men
I ever knew. Friends.
I don't give a shit what his name is.
I don't like him.
I want him as bad as you do.
This happened on my watch.
You fucked up,
and I'm wearing it.
I'll find him. Again.
You got one more shot.
Nice to finally meet you, Barney.
Your men are shot to shit.
What are you gonna do for a team?
Don't worry about it. I'll handle it, Drummer.
Relax.
You're gonna give yourself a stroke.
What's with these guys?
You mind?
(WOMEN LAUGHING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(SIGHS)
Do you think when the artist painted this
he ever thought it would go for such a ridiculous price?
I mean, what is it? It's just some paint,
brushes, some cheap canvas. What's the big deal?
(SIGHS)
It's shit. What do you want for it?
- Three million. - Done.
Done.
BARNEY: You know, it's very hard for me to say this,
but at one time, you guys were the best.
(BLUES MUSIC PLAYING)
Maybe still are.
But nothing lasts forever.
Hard as it is to hear,
we aren't the future anymore.
Unfortunately for us,
we're part of the past.
You, uh... You going somewhere with this?
As I see it, if we keep this life up,
the only way this thing ends, for all of us,
is in a hole in the ground and no one giving a shit.
Now, if that's the way I'm supposed to go out, I can live with that.
For me.
But what I can't live with,
and won't live with,
is taking you with me.
What're you saying? That's our call.
I'm changing things now.
You. Me.
All of us.
It's over.
- We're done. DOC: - Done?
You break me out to cut me loose?
You'll survive.
You all will.
Live your lives while you can.
Where're you goin', Barney?
You think you just pull the plug and that's it?
Just did.
Yeah? Well, it doesn't work that way!
- What? - We've been through the mud,
the shit, and the blood.
And I've saved your ass more times than I can count.
You owe me a shot at this son of a bitch that took Caesar down.
We're not doing that.
When I joined, I joined for the whole ride.
I know you did.
Ride's over.
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(VEHICLES APPROACHING)
(RAUCOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(MEN GRUNTING)
Bonaparte.
Sorry to hear about Caesar. Hope he pulls through.
He's a good one. The good ones are rare.
Yeah.
Well, here we are again. What do you need?
A new team. Retired the old ones.
Welcome to the 21st century.
(FIGHTERS GRUNTING)
What kind of guys you looking for?
Young, hungry, willing to take a bullet.
I'm going after Stonebanks.
(SCOFFS) Stonebanks.
Glad to see I'm not the only one slipping a notch.
Stonebanks is dead, my friend. Mortuus Diu...
No, he's not.
That's not good.
If he's half of what he used to be,
four or five ain't gonna cut it. You're gonna need 50.
Gotta move fast. No time.
If I gotta do it fast,
I can't guarantee the best.
Just give me some that don't give a damn.
What, it's a one-way ticket?
Could be.
Fine. I've got a line on a few head cases.
A couple of these guys you'll probably end up shooting yourself.
Wait. What about these guys?
They anything?
These guys are pussies.
Hmm.
Goes by Thom. Expert hacker. Drone pilot.
Did 18 months for hacking into Seattle's Central Operating System.
Shut down the whole city for three days.
Why the hell would he do that?
'Cause he can.
What?
I'm not looking for an office worker.
BONAPARTE: Oh, that's not him.
That's him.
Another one with a death wish. You two got a lot in common.
(PANTING)
I could do that. (LAUGHS)
(PANTING)
You know what? I'm gonna come right out and say it.
I belong on you.
One, two...
(GRUNTING)
- You can't do that. - No.
I want a special rate on that one.
Yeah, yeah, hazard pay.
Always on the damn road going someplace you don't give a damn about.
Beats standing still.
Yeah, I've got two ex-wives and three kids who've lost my number would disagree.
Hey, did you turn off the auto-pilot?
I didn't touch the auto-pilot.
Give me the booze.
Are we off course?
Where the hell are we? Here, hang on a second.
(SIGHS) Is that...
Is that the Big Dipper? Yeah, we gotta turn around.
Wow.
BONAPARTE: Next candidate is an expert at field craft and close-quarters combat.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
- Luna. - Hi.
Ambitious young lady. Meet a friend of mine,
Barney Ross. Barney Ross, Luna. Luna, Barney Ross.
BARNEY: - Hey, how're you doin'? - Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ross.
Gentlemen, follow me. I have your table waiting.
Come on. Live a little.
So, Luna, how are things?
You know. Gets old. (LAUGHING)
MAN: What you wanna do? You wanna go, Bro?
If you guys will excuse me.
All right, so what are we doing here?
Have a drink.
Where's the candidate?
Right there in the red dress, about to chop those guys in half.
The hostess?
Not the hostess. She's the bouncer.
(KNUCKLES CRACKING)
(MEN GRUNTING)
I could do that.
You wanna slip on a dress and give it a shot?
(LAUGHS)
Men. (KNUCKLES CRACKING)
She's good.
You ought to see her without heels.
When was your last checkup?
I don't know. A while back.
High cholesterol, plaque, all that stuff?
- Yeah, pretty much. - Yeah.
Except with me they found a lump on my lung.
Very dark, they said.
Oh, no.
I sure didn't see that comin'.
Well, what are you going to do?
Try to make as much money as I can,
- fast as I can. - Yeah.
For those kids, you know. The ones I don't talk to.
Make some kind of good impression on 'em
when I'm gone.
Sad, isn't it?
Yeah, it is sad. I'm sorry.
- Ah, it's all bullshit. I'm fine. - What?
Just checking you're still human.
(CHUCKLES)
Had you going there, though, didn't I?
- Yeah, you did, God damn it. - All right. Good.
BARNEY: That can never happen again.
- I'll never trust you again. BONAPARTE: - All right.
Next kid's a bit of a dark horse.
Just came across my desk.
I don't like throwing in wild cards,
but this guy's creds were too good to pass up.
BARNEY: Mmm-hmm.
BONAPARTE: Anybody seen Felipe?
Yo, Felipe!
Looks good, Bonaparte.
Yeah, not bad.
You finally got it right.
Damn.
Felipe Silva, meet Barney Ross.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Galgo. You sent me another fake resume?
Eh, Mr. Ross, I can do what you need,
whatever you need.
I am healthier than I look, stronger than I look,
faster than I look.
Actually, faster than anybody I know.
Shit. You were born in 1984?
Of course not!
But I feel like I was born in '84.
Do not waste your time. Barney, we're leaving.
Mr. Ross.
Mr. Ross, Mr. Ross! Please.
You see,
it's like I have discovered the Fountain of Youth.
I mean, not the Fountain of Youth.
Ponce de Leon discovered that one.
By the way, another great Spaniard, like myself.
No. No. Mr. Ross,
age is just a state of mind.
You know, you're only old when you surrender,
when you give up.
And I haven't. Not yet.
- Galgo, this shit has got to stop. - I got to go.
This is the third time this month.
Seriously, move on!
BARNEY: What's this guy's story?
Actually, I feel a little sorry for him. His last team dropped him.
Back in the day, you couldn't catch him. Very fast.
- Maybe even faster than you. - No way.
Oh, maybe. But what am I gonna say? It's a young man's game.
I need a job!
All I know what to do is killing people!
And I do that very well! God damn it!
BARNEY: What's the story on this guy?
- Found him at DARPA. - DARPA?
Yeah, it sounds like a town in North Africa.
Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency,
where they send the brightest military minds to develop next-Gen weapons.
Google it.
I'm not looking for a weapons nerd.
Ah.
Then you've come to the right place.
(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)
(WHISTLES) Yo, Marlito!
Mars, I'd like you to meet Barney Ross.
As shooters go, Mars is as gifted as they get.
Whatever you say.
What do you say?
MARS: What I've got here is an XM25 assault rifle. Laser ranged.
25mm high explosive airburst rounds.
Can be programmed to detonate over or behind a target.
(FIRING GUN)
He'll do.
Final candidate, John Smilee.
Guy's got the most heat in the industry.
A lot of skills, Marines, Special Operator. But there is an issue.
What issue?
A classic authority problem.
(FIGHTER GRUNTING)
There's a couple more swimming around in there, too.
(CROWD CHEERING)
(GRUNTING)
(BELL DINGS)
(ALL CHEERING)
Sorry, Barney, for wasting your time like this.
He's not the guy I thought he was.
No.
I wanna meet him.
(BLOWS NOSE)
Oh.
John. Meet Barney Ross.
Didn't do much to impress out there today, did you?
You called me, I didn't call you.
Took a dive for the money?
Maybe you like getting your ass kicked in front of strangers?
What do you guys want from me?
You runnin' from somethin'?
I don't know you.
But I know you.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
How's that?
BONAPARTE: Maybe he thinks you've got potential.
We're short on time. That about right?
That's about it.
Well, that's your problem.
And your problem is you're rolling around in the dirt
- for chump change. - Hmm.
I hear you lost a few friends in the desert.
They bought it. You didn't. You wear the guilt.
I've been there. He's been there.
We all lived it.
But you don't know me.
I know the type.
Bonaparte, you were right.
You did waste my time.
Hey.
You didn't waste your time.
(ENGINE REVS)
(POP MUSIC PLAYING)
If you're going after Stonebanks, we might wanna talk about financials now.
Normally, it's just 10%,
but I figure with Stonebanks in the equation,
I might wanna get my fee, well, possibly now.
Right.
I mean, not that you're not good for it.
Just, if you don't mind.
I don't mind.
Sounds like you don't have too much faith in me.
I don't. (CHUCKLES)
DRUMMER: How was your vacation?
Ready to go to work?
Did you find him yet?
He's in Bucharest putting together a deal with some Albanian mobster.
You've got 36 hours. That's your window.
After that, he's back off the grid.
Satellite map. Coordinates for where he'll be.
Interesting guy, your friend Stonebanks.
You're not gonna like this,
but they want him alive.
Are you kidding me?
They wanna try him at The Hague
for war crimes.
You're gonna give this guy a chance in court?
It's not my decision.
No. Never is.
- That's the way it's gotta be. - Right.
The Agency's got a local safe house. You're gonna need it.
Don't trash the place.
- Heard you got a job. - That's right.
Who the hell are they?
They're with me.
But we're not?
Gunner, I told you everything I had to tell you back at the bar.
Stop drinking so much.
You wanna get yourself killed. With those youngsters?
Do us all a favor and get the hell outta here.
Wheels up in 10.
Come on.
If your guys wanted to fight, why didn't they just get married?
You're seriously smoking next to aviation fuel?
(SNIFFING)
Amateur.
Amateur assholes.
Who are you calling asshole, Grandpa?
Grandpa's about to crush your windpipe.
GUNNER: What's this? Your toy?
Boy?
- You wanna dance, big guy? SMILEE: - Hey!
It's just a job.
Come on, let's go.
Bunch of has-beens still trying to be hard.
You're young and you're dumb.
Jing-a-Ling, jing-a-Ling.
Keep it. You're gonna need it.
Never thought you would call in that favor.
Don't look so happy about it.
(MUSIC PLAYING ON EARPHONES)
Do you mind?
This is the least of your worries.
Look, here's an idea, how about we focus on the assignment?
Now, does anyone know anything about this Stonebanks?
Stonebanks was SASR.
- Australian Special Forces. - And that's all you know?
- Well, it's more than you two know. - Really?
So, you're both useless.
Here's another idea...
Why don't you assholes take it outside?
You got a minute?
What do you need?
Tell me more about this guy we're going after.
Doesn't matter. You were hired to do a job.
How 'bout answering why we're doing this job?
I owe you a salary. That's it.
Why are we going after Stonebanks?
You have a hard time taking orders, don't you?
If I don't know what they are, yeah.
I know you don't give a damn about us. I get that.
But just tell me why you wanna take out this guy so bad.
(SINISTER ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
(GUNSHOTS)
(MACHINE BEEPING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTING)
(CRACKLING)
Thirty seconds to drop!
BARNEY: (ON RADIO) Copy that.
(ALARM BEEPING)
Let's go.
I can take care of myself.
TRENCH: (ON RADIO) Twenty seconds to drop.
Ten seconds!
THORN: Whoo! This is tight!
(KIDS LAUGHING)
We're on.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
This guy's got more muscle than a cartel king.
Maybe he's overcompensating for something.
What are you drinking down there, Barney?
Is that a vanilla latte or something?
Stay sharp.
Luna? Move.
Think again, mister, because I won't.
I promise this won't happen again.
- Move the car. LUNA: - I'm talking to you!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(SPEAKING LOCAL DIALECT)
Nice driving, Mars.
Good performance.
Yeah, too good. Any closer and I'd beat his ass.
I believe her.
We got him.
Man, this guy's protected better than the President.
THORN: Yeah, and his crib's like a five-star fortress.
That's why we're not taking him there.
And the hotel is full of guests.
- So where do we hit him? - At the meet.
We hit him from all four sides. Hit him hard.
(CLEARS THROAT) Okay. Um, so, our plan is to, what?
Kick down the door and start spraying bullets?
It's a great plan if it was 1985.
And what is that supposed to mean?
You heard me.
- You got a better plan? - Much better.
Let's hear it.
Thorn, you're up.
Oh, uh...
Okay. I'm the plan. Um...
(THORN CLEARS THROAT)
This ought to be good.
First, I hack the security grid main server.
Boom. Bypass the motion-detector lasers and biometric sensors.
Pow. Override the surveillance video and CCTV systems.
Ba-bam. And we are in.
It's child's play.
- Just like that? - Just like that.
Just like that.
Exactly like that.
You better be right.
- Ba-bam. - Ba-bam.
BARNEY: Let's go! (CLAPS)
(TYPING ON KEYBOARD)
(BARNEY SIGHS)
So, why'd you let your team go?
If you stick around long enough, you're gonna buy it. It was time.
They didn't seem too happy about it.
If you're looking to go the family route,
it's the wrong job for you.
There are different kinds of family.
And when my life is on the line,
it's my family fighting with me.
You know what I mean.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
Right on time.
Ladies first.
Go ahead then, Thorn.
THORN: Will you shut up and get in the sewer?
(SIGHS)
Okay.
(BEEPING)
And, ladies and gentlemen, we officially have eyes in the sky.
Copy that. Let's do this.
Thought you'd never ask.
(WHISTLES) (DOOR LOCK BEEPING)
THORN: (OVER RADIO) Good to go.
Good luck, boys.
(MAN GRUNTS)
(BARNEY PANTING)
Whoa. Shit.
BARNEY: (OVER RADIO) What's the problem?
The buyer. They're early.
Threat just doubled.
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
You're early.
What do you think?
Eh, it's okay.
(SILENCED GUNSHOTS) (MEN GRUNTING)
When Cain slew his brother,
God banished him
from civilization.
But before that, he placed a mark on him.
Not as a felon's brand,
but to protect him from roving hunters.
(MAN GRUNTS)
Customs does not X-ray artwork.
It ruins the oils.
Very good.
There you have it.
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
- Pleasure. - As always.
Can you access nuclear weapons?
(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)
I might.
But, generally, I find people are a little too emotional for ownership.
And I'd hate you killing all my other customers by accident.
(VATA CHUCKLES)
Or on purpose.
In position.
Set.
I pay you what you want.
Let me think about it.
We're on.
(LIGHTS SHUTTING OFF)
(ALL CLAMORING)
(GUNS FIRING)
(SHOUTING)
Stonebanks is moving, watch it.
(ALARM RINGING)
THORN: I like little mice. (COMPUTER BEEPING)
(LOCK BEEPING)
Try again. (COMPUTER BEEPS)
Open sesame.
(LOCK BEEPS)
Go, go, go!
(MEN SHOUTING)
(MAN SPEAKING LOCAL DIALECT)
(LOCK BEEPING)
Luna? Go.
(TASER CRACKLING)
Barney Ross says hello.
Nice job.
Trench, you copy?
I'm waiting.
Package secured.
Hurry up. It's boring.
(GROANING)
Why don't you just put a bullet in his head and be done with it?
(STONEBANKS GROANS)
(BARNEY GRUNTS)
Hey! Hey! Hey! You said we were taking him in.
(STONEBANKS COUGHING)
Oh! Good mornin'.
(BREATHING DEEPLY)
Are these your students?
Hey, kids. What'd you learn tonight, huh?
Yeah, what happened to the old crew?
Oh, that's right.
They stuck their noses into other people's worlds
and got fatally injured.
Now they're the Deletables.
Hey! You hear that, kids?
Take note, 'cause that's what you're doing right now.
Can we shut his mouth?
You're talking pretty tough to a guy who's incapacitated, which is good for you.
- Is it? - Why don't you cut me loose?
I'll open your meat shirt and show you your own heart.
Hey, Barn.
Why don't the two of us just end this?
What do you say? Mix it up...
Either you snapping my spine or me snapping yours.
You know? Make it snappy.
(LAUGHS)
He thinks I'm joking. I'm not joking.
You should see me when I'm angry.
You'd be very impressed. Then very dead.
So, come on, pal. Anything you wanna get off your chest?
Come on, lay it out. I'm a good listener.
You gonna take me back to the Has-Been Crew?
Carve me up around a fire? Very tribal.
When we stop,
I'm gonna break every bone in your body.
And drop what's left at The Hague.
The Hague.
(LAUGHS) I finally made the big time.
I'm a war criminal.
Keep laughin'.
Ha.
Do you think that you can just deliver me like a package?
We were close once.
See, we started this whole Expendables thing together.
See? Look, I've got the marks.
A bit faded, but we had a falling out.
You went dark.
It's a dark business, Barney.
Don't pretend you're not in it.
The baddest survive. Those are the rules. I didn't make 'em up.
You see, Barney here was content to work for the small-end money, as an employee.
Now, being boss is more lucrative.
But that's a concept that somehow eluded you.
Plus, you've got that pesky moral conscience.
God, that stuff gets in the way. He thinks he's the good guy.
- Keep talkin' while you can. - Sure.
You got a conscience, and that makes you weak.
Success, real success
is being willing to do the things that other people are not.
Not everyone's as sick as you.
Oh, but you are.
Did you kill anyone today, Barn? Blow any shit up?
How 'bout you, kids? Kill anyone?
Before you all start grabbing bricks to stone me at The Hague,
you might wanna check your own hands for blood.
(STONEBANKS SIGHS)
But I digress. Where was I?
Yes. Business is booming, right?
A chopper here, a missile there. Guns, whatever.
When suddenly, a competitor, if you can call Uncle Sam a competitor,
hires my own team, Barney and the whole gang to whack me.
Things got ugly real fast and a lot of people got dead.
Three former brothers-in-arms.
You shut your mouth.
Three Expendables, our brothers.
Men we ate with, fought with, bled with.
Dead. He puts three slugs into my chest.
Thank God for body armor. Even I thought I was dead.
And then he boogies out with the casualties.
All dead because you couldn't stay out of my business!
- Shut your mouth! - Barney! Barney!
Go on, do it!
- Go on! THORN: - It's what he wants.
(BARNEY GRUNTS)
(STONEBANKS LAUGHS)
Oh, it's hard to fathom. I can't believe you forgot.
What?
That it's hard to beat an enemy when he's living inside your own head.
See, you tie me up like an animal,
lead me to the slaughter. You humiliate me, disgrace me.
Now, when the time comes to kill you,
and it will, I will not use a weapon, I will use my hands.
Because I want you to feel the way that I feel right now.
Jesus, we were brothers.
(ALL SHOUTING)
SMILEE: Hey! Hey!
(SCREAMING) (RAPID BEEPING)
What's that?
It's a GPS tracker! It's a GPS tracker!
How 'bout that?
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
(BARNEY GRUNTS)
(BARNEY SHOUTS)
(GRUNTS)
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
(GROANS)
Hold it!
We may need 'em. I need a body. Find him.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(MEN SPEAKING LOCAL DIALECT)
(MEN LAUGH)
(GRUNTS)
(BARNEY GROANS)
(SPEAKING LOCAL DIALECT)
(PANTING)
(GRUNTS)
(SIGHS)
What happened?
We found a shitstorm.
It's gonna get worse.
This came in for you 10 minutes ago.
STONEBANKS: (ON LAPTOP) Hey, Barney!
My search party's dead, so I'm taking it you're still with us.
Now, you should've killed me when you had the chance
'cause that's your last window. It's gone.
Now, I got something to show you here.
We got Harpo, Groucho,
Gummo and Chica! Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, give her a little squeeze there, Krug.
She's so pretty. (STRUGGLING)
Personally, I'd chalk it up to collateral damage.
I don't give a fuck. But I know you.
Forty-eight hours and they're gone for good.
If you want 'em, come get 'em.
What are you gonna do?
(GROANS)
(STONEBANKS SIGHS)
Looking a little strung-out there, kids.
And this is what you get for being pawns in Barney's moral chess game.
That one looks a little slack.
(STONEBANKS SIGHS)
(GROANS)
You know, I feel most bad for you.
I don't give a shit how you feel.
I do. I have a daughter. I have feelings.
Anyway, you know, when the CIA...
I presume that's who you're working for.
The CIA. Am I right?
I bet you don't even know who you're working for.
(LAUGHS)
What, for Barney? Do you know who he's working for?
Does he know who he's working... It gets very confusing.
Anyway, when the CIA wanted guys
doing the dangerous work in the dangerous places, they called us.
When they didn't wanna get their hands dirty, they called us.
Yep. We cleared every hotspot they had.
We bumped the bad guys so that the good guys could roll in lookin' like heroes.
We killed a lot.
But we saved more lives than you can possibly imagine.
Then, the boys on the Hill, wanting no loose ends,
tried to bury me.
I was an American
working for America.
Was.
They'd eat their own children.
The lesson here is
never do business with the government.
But I'm gonna save you that heartache. You never will.
(THORN GRUNTS)
(THORN SIGHS)
So you're getting your old team?
No, I burned that bridge.
You know, your pride is gonna get you killed.
Better me than them.
- So, you're really gonna go back? - Yeah.
- Alone? - Yeah.
You're an idiot.
Thanks for showing up.
I guess our favors are done.
But you're still an idiot!
How the hell did you find me?
People talk. I hear things.
You got a mission. I can help.
My name is Galgo.
Let me fill you in. I am good.
Very good. At warfare.
You know, good memory. Afraid of nothing.
I want to be your friend.
I don't need a friend.
Yes, you do. Everybody does.
You know, I don't have any friends. That's why I know.
But besides my friendship issues, what I really need now is something to do.
Well, not just anything, but what I was born to do.
Best bet, this is a one-way trip.
Excuse me, sir,
but one-way trip is better than no way.
Which is the way I live now.
Help me with the crate.
Sir.
(GALGO CLEARS THROAT)
BARNEY: On the plane, Gogo.
GALGO: On the plane. Yes, sir.
Gogo? No, I'm not Gogo. No, Galgo.
- Galgo. Gogo sounds like a Parisian hooker. - Galgo.
(GALGO LAUGHS)
(SINGING IN SPANISH)
"I am the bridegroom of death."
Those are the lyrics of a Spanish Legion old song
that we used to sing when we were on a mission in Croatia.
You know, that's where I met Mingo.
Yeah. The best point man ever.
Some kind of savant, you know.
No ambush this guy couldn't sniff.
And under fire, the coolest cat ever.
Just pure ice in his veins.
We were pinned down once, like, two bullets left.
I looked over. Not one bead of sweat.
Was cool.
Yeah. Can I help you up there?
You're a mechanic now?
Of course I am a mechanic. I am whatever you need me to be, sir.
Okay, then just be quiet.
Uh, yes, sir.
GALGO: Tiger.
This sniper I knew, I mean, this guy got it all figured out.
Wind speed, temperature.
Shit, barometric pressure. (TALKING GIBBERISH)
But do you know what he said was the most important?
- No. - Patience.
- Really? - Yeah, he said that.
This thing smells good. What is that? Is it kerosene?
Gasoline? What is that?
- Aviation fuel. - Aviation fuel.
It's good.
(SNIFFING) Oh.
The best team member ever.
His name was Torres. Holy shit.
You wouldn't believe what this guy was capable to do.
Unbelievable. I'm telling you.
- Galgo. - Yes, sir.
I think I know why your team let you go.
You do? Really?
(SIGHS)
Yes!
Whoa...
Big plane.
Old, old, but cool, ya know.
- Where are the others? - Just us.
- Just us? - Just us.
Insane.
Courageous, but insane.
Last chance.
You sure you wanna do this?
I like traveling.
Good.
Uh... Who are those guys?
My old team.
(SIGHS)
What the hell are you doing here?
You were stupid enough to get yourself into this mess!
We're the only ones crazy enough to get you out of it!
Come on. We're late for a war!
Galgo, you might wanna get outta that seat. Christmas is comin'.
But it's June.
Galgo, get the hell out!
Yes, sir. My hat and gloves.
Wow.
- I'm curious. - What?
Since when did suicide become your hobby?
I got a will.
You know, I'm probably the only friend you've got.
I've got lots of friends.
You walk into a room, people jump under tables.
I missed you, Christmas.
I missed you, too, you demented bastard.
You could've left the "demented" out.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
It's a kind of a solid structure that is taking us from one place to another
to unbelievable speeds.
Think about it! If God...
If God, if he would have liked us,
you know, flying, he would have given us feathers.
Do you have feathers?
I don't have feathers.
Damn. This is gonna be a long-ass flight, fellas.
It's going to be. It's going to be a long flight.
But don't worry. I'm here. Man, because I can't sleep on planes.
(SATELLITE PHONE RINGING)
Yeah.
DRUMMER: I thought you should know, Barney,
you're walking into a shitstorm.
NSA ran a signals and frequency check on your team's phones.
This bastard's not even trying to hide 'em.
- Where's he taken 'em? - They're in Azmenistan.
Another honeymoon hotspot.
Who is that?
Lee Christmas.
Not far off, Christmas.
Stonebanks' compound is where he trains his goons.
It's very heavily fortified.
What's up with the local army?
I don't understand a word this guy is sayin'.
Local army status.
Small. Corrupt.
Stonebanks' has got all the brass in his pocket.
Been running his operations through
this shithole of a country for years.
- Want some advice? - What's the advice?
What goddamn language is that?
You know, to tell you the truth, I don't understand you either.
Look who's talkin'.
What's the advice, Drummer?
Forget about what you're thinking.
Remember our deal. We need him alive.
So he can sit in a courtroom
and beat this on a technicality?
Those are orders, Barney.
- You broke the phone. - I got another one.
(CHRISTMAS CHUCKLES)
Think we'll make it back from this one?
You didn't have to come along, Christmas.
Sure, I did.
Morons need friends.
Gentlemen, change of plans.
(CAR HONKING)
This is it? This is your Evac team?
Short notice.
Yeah, very short.
Where's your team, Major Drummer?
No team. This one's off the books.
I'm not even here.
Nobody's here.
I thought Church was asshole.
GALGO: (BEAT-BOXING) The only army in the world.
Whoa. Guys, did I tell you about Pepito?
Small name, big guy.
I saw him lift a deuce and a half of a guy once.
I love that tattoo, man.
I like that kind of, black chicken that you have there. What is that called?
A craw. The craw over the skull. I love to do something...
(ENGINE TURNS OFF)
GALGO: Yeah. Hysterical strength. Weird. Yes, sir. Weird concept.
I mean, if you are hysterically strong, you don't even have to go to the gym.
You are just strong. You just got it. You just got it.
But hysterical is a concept that actually
was applied to women in the 19th century.
It's a decimononic concept. You know what I mean?
Wow. This is an interesting place.
- He gave me a migraine. - I hear that.
GALGO: Don't you think? A bit cold, too.
DOC: Look on the bright side.
You run out of bullets, he can talk 'em to death.
Roger that.
Tall one doesn't like me.
- He doesn't like anybody. - Yeah.
- What'd you say? - He likes you.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
What the hell is that?
- What? - That computer strapped to your wrist?
Nothin'.
It's the same thing you were busting that kid's balls about?
No, I had it for a while now.
(SCOFFS)
BARNEY: Why'd your team let you go?
Oh.
Why does it matter now?
I wanna know who I'm working with.
Well, they aren't around anymore.
So, listen, um...
So why'd they let you go?
They didn't.
(SIGHS)
Benghazi.
I was not in the army anymore and we were
retrieving a hostage, something like...
Like we are doing here, and, uh...
(CHUCKLES)
It was... (CLEARS THROAT) A beautiful day.
No problems.
And then it all went bad.
We got hit. Cut off.
Waited for support. No one came.
And...
Everybody died.
Except me.
Mingo,
Torres, and Tiger, right?
You were listening.
Yeah, I was listening.
Thank you.
So what do you think?
I think we should get this over with.
BARNEY: Four signals.
Eight stories up.
This is way too wrong. Sally don't like it.
You know he's got eyes on us now.
May I suggest something?
CHRISTMAS: No. BARNEY: No, later.
GALGO: That's what I thought. It's fine.
Go!
(EXPLOSIVE BEEPING)
BARNEY: Break it.
Oh, shit.
GUNNER: What the hell?
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
STONEBANKS: (OVER SPEAKER) Hey, Barn!
I knew you couldn't stay away.
But I'm relieved that someone could pick up the kids.
You got 'em in there?
Now try getting 'em out.
But unfortunately for you,
the entire complex has been wired with C-4.
It'd take a regular Joe about 90 seconds to get out of there.
You've got... How 'bout 45?
(BEEPING)
He's turned this whole place into a bomb.
Maybe not.
Hey!
9% battery power. You didn't charge it?
Excuse me, but what are you doing?
THORN: Just running some code.
Should be able to jam the signal.
Why didn't you think of that?
Well, I use it to check the weather.
Will you just shut up and let him do his thing?
You sure you can do this, Thorn?
I can do it. I can do it.
(CONTINUES BEEPING)
(STONEBANKS HUMMING)
Yeah, kid, take your time.
TOLL: Come on, man. Come on, come on.
LUNA: Come on, dude.
- Come on. Come on! - Come on!
LUNA: Come on. Come on, Thorn. BARNEY: Come on, Thorn.
THORN: Give me a Sec.
- Source is in. BARNEY: - You can do it. Come on, Thorn.
MARS: Come on, come on.
BARNEY: Focus. Focus.
(CLICKS)
Got it! (SIGHS)
GUNNER: I take it back.
(LUNA LAUGHING)
We've lost override. The signal is jammed.
Send 'em in.
Barney, the battery's at 8%. When this thing dies, we lose override.
That gives us about 25 minutes, tops.
(TAN KS APPROACHING)
Don't pop the bottles yet. Still got trouble.
BARNEY: - What? - Big trouble.
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
STONEBANKS: Lucky again, Bro.
But try to enjoy the view because
shortly, the building that you're currently standing in
will be surrounded by the Azmenistan army.
Oh, shit.
How did you shitheads manage to get captured anyway?
Shut up!
(ALL CLAMORING)
(CHRISTMAS WHISTLING)
Hey!
Step back!
BARNEY: It's not an accident
that we're trapped in here!
This is exactly what he knew would happen.
Us tearing at each other.
It stops now!
We can do this.
But only if we do this
together.
If we work as a team,
we just may get out of this alive.
Hmm.
Now, do you wanna make it work?
That simple.
You got any weapons?
BARNEY: Here's the plan. We're gonna break up into small groups
and go out through the ground floor.
Get ready!
Come on.
(SOLDIERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
- Thorn, you stay with me. You take Galgo. - I don't want to.
- What, what... - Shh.
(MAN GRUNTING)
Don't stop. One there. One there.
There's too many!
They're on our flank! Bring it to 'em!
Bring it!
Enough's enough. Light 'em up.
Incoming!
Up the shaft, Thorn. You gotta protect that signal jammer.
(ELEVATOR CRASHING)
I thought you could fight!
(GUNS FIRING)
(THORN GRUNTING)
Whoo!
(ALL GRUNTING)
(SOLDIERS TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
(GALGO GRUNTS)
CHRISTMAS: Jesus! You okay?
You okay?
Totally fine! Totally fine!
And full of energy. You know, we are brothers now!
Good, keep moving!
Yes, sir!
(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)
(SCREAMING)
(PANTING)
(BARNEY GRUNTING)
(MACHINE GUN FIRING)
DRUMMER: (OVER RADIO) Relax.
I told you you'd give yourself a stroke.
Drummer?
You got a tank problem, pal.
Do something about it.
I'm on it.
Trench, on your right!
(SOLDIERS SCREAMING)
That's gotta hurt.
Drummer's in the house!
(MAN GRUNTS)
(MAN SCREAMING)
Hey. Look!
(GUNS FIRING)
Let's go!
Time to pick up the tempo, boys.
Not good. Hold on.
(SCREAMING)
This is not happening.
You wanna do something?
GALGO: Pull me down! Pull me...
Oh, shit.
(GROANING)
Hi, there.
Closer.
Yang, hit something.
Excellent.
(GRUNTS)
Your name is Luna, right? Luna means "moon."
Hypnotic, mysterious, magical, like yourself.
Would you like to hold my gun?
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(COCKS GUN)
(SOLDIER SPEAKING LOCAL DIALECT)
(GUNSHOT)
(FIRES GUN)
(SOLDIER GRUNTS)
Come on, drive this thing!
My mom drove a tank back in Sweden.
This one's for Caesar, assholes!
- Yeah! - Damn, that's cool!
(MAN GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS)
I had it all under control.
Yeah, that's what it looked like.
Shit!
(GRUNTS)
Come on!
(KRUG SHOUTING)
(CHRISTMAS GRUNTS)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(SOLDIERS GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
(FIRES GUN)
This is the happiest moment of my life!
(SOLDIERS GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
Jing-a-Ling, jing-a-Ling.
(KRUG SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS)
DOC: You finished yet?
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Ooh.
(SCREAMS)
Men.
- You're not gonna believe this. - Oh, God.
I've been thinking about you the whole time.
- During the whole fight. - Can we just go?
Come on.
Hold on!
Where did you learn how to fly?
Trench, you're on.
(LAUGHING)
SMILEE: Barney! We got reinforcements!
(BULLETS RICOCHETING)
Shit!
Drummer, there's another wave coming. (PANTING)
The only way out is up.
On my way. Evac in five.
Got it!
Everybody get to the roof now!
Got it.
(THORN PANTING)
Trench. Yang. Come on, clear the roof!
Let's go!
(PANTING)
(GRUNTS)
(YELLS)
(SOLDIER SCREAMING)
SMILEE: Always this easy? BARNEY: Pretty much.
How hard can it be to kill 10 men?
You think you could even just wound a couple?
Watch closely.
And again.
Anybody else?
Useless bunch of...
If you want something done right...
(ALL SHOUTING)
They got valet parking here?
Yeah, there's some right here.
Go, go, go!
(GRUNTS)
Don't stop!
Come on, guys, move it!
(SOLDIERS YELLING)
Drummer, we're pinned down!
Stop mumbling.
Good morning!
Let's get to the chopper!
Let's go!
Go, go, go, go, go! Come on, move, go, go!
Gotta go, gotta go.
- Yang? - You're welcome.
You're working for Trench?
Yeah. He pay me more money.
(PANTING)
Who the hell are you?
I'm the guy that just saved your ass.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Battery's at 2%.
STONEBANKS: (OVER RADIO) Hey, Barney, leaving so soon?
Come on, let's finish this. (GUN COCKING)
BARNEY: Ahhh!
How ya feelin'?
(BARNEY GROANING)
Come on, stand up. You'll feel better.
Barney, where are you?
Lose the armor. I want you to feel this.
Barney, we gotta go!
And don't even think about going for that piece of garbage in the back.
Come on.
That's it.
(YELLING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
No, we don't need these, do we?
(BARNEY GRUNTING)
Come on.
CHRISTMAS: (OVER RADIO) Barney, we've gotta go!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Battery's at 1%!
Come on, Barney!
(GRUNTING)
(STONEBANKS GROANING)
Motherfucker.
(STONEBANKS PANTING)
What about The Hague, huh?
I am The Hague.
(GRUNTS)
Battery's gone!
(EXPLOSIVE BEEPS)
(BUILDING RUMBLING) (DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)
Gotta go! Gotta go!
No! No, wait! Wait!
Can't wait!
CHRISTMAS: Go!
Come on, Barney! Go!
What the hell?
You owe me, Barney.
LUNA: Barney! SMILEE: Barney!
Holy...
(ALL LAUGHING)
Whoo!
Pull me up!
You gonna fire us again, Barney?
Come on!
Can't hear you, pal.
I'm gonna kill you.
(LAUGHING)
BARNEY: All right, I'm sorry! Pull me up, you idiots!
TOLL: Don't pull him up. (TRENCH LAUGHING)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
To Caesar!
ALL: Caesar!
Yeah!
(ALL CHEERING)
- Hey, yo, Barney. - Yeah.
I don't think I'm gonna be needing this anymore.
You want your luck back?
I hope I didn't stretch it.
I think you did stretch it.
(BOTH LAUGH)
- Good to have you back, man. - Good to be back.
Don't scare us like that anymore, okay?
- Hale Caesar. HALE: - To me!
You never got him to The Hague.
You know, Drummer, working with you ain't been so bad.
I haven't had so much fun in years.
Fun's important.
These guys are nuts.
THORN: Our powers combined...
SMILEE: Is that a Captain Planet reference?
- I'm fire. - Yeah, you are.
Come on, if you had to be a Planeteer...
Are you calling Captain Planet?
Whoa. Major old-school.
Hey, Major Badass.
(LAUGHS) I'll drink to that.
GALGO: I am sure
I have done enough that I am worth my weight in gold, you know.
Am I close? And since I am as crazy as you,
uh, I am sure I'll fit in.
- Galgo. - Yes, sir.
Welcome aboard.
Thank God!
Because I already spent a fortune on this. You know what I mean?
I am so happy!
Barney, thank you. Yeah.
No, no, no, no, no. No, no hugging, no.
No hugging. No hugging.
- No hugging. No, no, no, no, no. - No. No hugging.
(KNIVES THUD)
Ooh.
Best two out of three.
LUNA: Hey.
Hey.
Just wanted to say thanks.
- For what? - For caring.
Oh, come on.
Yeah. Thanks.
You know, if you were 30 years younger...
I'd be afraid of you.
(LAUGHS)
Here, cheers.
Hey, Yang. Looks like you had a growth spurt.
Tall people don't live long.
(CHUCKLES)
So you're working for Trench now.
(CHUCKLING)
And you, I thought you retired.
- I lied. - Good.
(WHISPERING)
You guys wanna get a room?
We don't need any rooms.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
So jealous.
We came into this thing together, we gonna leave here together.
- Hear me? - Absolutely.
ALL: Cheers.
You know, for a guy that doesn't take orders very well,
you did pretty good.
Yeah?
So when do I take over?
Keep drinkin'.
(LAUGHS)
LUNA: Hey, Smilee!
Get over here.
You did good, kid.
(COUNTRY-FOLK SONG PLAYING)
ALL: Old man, look at my life
Twenty-four and there's so much more
Live alone in a paradise
That makes me think of two
Love lost, such a cost...
You look like a proud, demented father.
You coulda skipped the "demented" part.
It was a compliment.
(BOTH LAUGH)