Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[One shouting in Turkmen] Gas! Gas! Gas!
[Four breathing shakily]
Top of the Duomo, like we talked about.
[Two] Stop it.
- [One] What the fuck? - [Seven] One!
You can't do the stuff that we do and have someone you love.
You don't know my brother. Rovach is a monster.
From the opera, right?
[engine starts]
Anyway, the man who ran it died, and, uh...
♪ You ♪
I see a man bringing order to a disordered world.
This is the safest ship on the seas.
[man] Move, move, move. Move, move, move, move, move.
[man 2] Can I take a moment to thank you?
- You seeing that? You seeing that? - Yes! Yes!
so maybe one and a quarter. It was in Sicily.
[reporter 2] We're following a major breaking story.
[inhales deeply]
Free yourself,
You're next in line, gentlemen.
♪ I will never be too afraid to bleed Giving all of me ♪
Welcome to party!
It's a two-block walk. Come on.
[man, in Turkmen] Throw the grenade up there!
It means we find a Seven.
♪ Blood, sweat, I'll break my bones ♪
- Aargh! No! - Okay. Don't...
And why do you think he might wanna get away from you?
So, buckle up 'cause it's about to get bumpy.
Honor it, respect it. It's all we got.
[chuckles]
- Bonjour. - Hi.
[Rovach] You see a tyrant.
It's a panic room with deck chairs.
I hope so. [laughs]
[man] We're in the Louvre. In the most beautiful place in the world.
I just gotta talk to somebody.
Where are you running to?
Tango-Tango, we have engine failure.
No kissing.
[reporter 3] Country's overthrown...
[speaking Turkmen]
Yes, they do.
[softly] Yeah.
You didn't listen to me, Brother.
Yeah, it's a fun prison.
- [One] And now you're all caught up. - [ticking]
[menacing electronic music playing]
- That was literal... She squirted. - That's a lot of blood!
What's new? I like you mad.
It's an interesting crew you got here, bro.
I'm so mad at everyone right now
♪ I'd rather die ♪
[tense electronic music playing]
♪ You know, the truth can be a weapon... ♪
[heartbeat pace increasing]
FMS, Hong Kong. Engine start.
No.
Come on, come on, come on.
It's cups.
- [man] Don't move! - [Seven] I got him.
[Six] Shit's about to get crazy.
[grunts]
Some I even sold to the CIA,
♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh ♪
Everybody's got someone or something to lose, man.
Mm-hmm.
[Four screaming]
[Murat] Stop.
[suspenseful electronic music playing]
- Cop. - Don't you move.
His worst atrocities involve banned chemical weapons.
Stop fucking around. We gotta find Rovach.
I got the target in his bed, scratching his balls,
This one's highly defended, no back doors, so we walk through the front.
♪ Fight the fear Rise up from the ground ♪
♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ Find faith ♪
What is your name?
Whatever links to the world these people had, they've cut them.
Don't tell me my job.
[speaks inaudibly]
- She's lost a shit ton of blood. - This isn't a shit ton.
[somber electronic music playing]
Huh?
[tires screech]
Turgistan.
[man 2] We are under attack.
[Murat] Yes, brother, the people.
Open the bridge.
Over and out!
[faint children's chatter]
- [woman 2] Oh, I'm in. Feel that? - [woman 1 exclaims]
I'm getting old.
[plane engine drones]
Not the David. No! Not the David, not the David, not the...
[in English] Jesus. What did you do?
Flight attendant.
These are the people, nice people, going about, doing their thing.
Your firm is helpless.
[in Italian] Where is the bathroom?
Whoa, whoa!
[Three] We didn't even know his name.
Just kidding. I stole that from my old dentist's office.
when I find a new sub, and I sort by best of all time
We have over 80,000 in this camp alone, nearly half of them children.
Oh, my favorite.
No. No, no, no, no. No, no. Go. Go, go, go.
[all laughing]
We need every second.
We're stuck at the stairwell.
[distant thud]
You drowned everybody!
[slowed breath]
Snatch. Stop saying that.
No, he's ordered the four generals that work for him to order the gas attacks.
[Three] Come on.
[Five] We got 13 minutes.
Come on. It gets better.
Do you?
Surprised his asshole didn't come with it.
[man] I don't know. Photo op for social media?
- [man 1] Hey, what's that guy doing? - [man 2] Don't do it!
[electrical hum]
[Rovach screaming]
Why is it always me that has to do this kind of shit, man?
Orphaned,
Whoa, hey, hey!
- ♪ It's about time that we set it off ♪ - [speaking French]
♪ And you fall to the ground ♪
Guards have chest armor.
[ominous instrumental music playing]
[man choking]
Who? The US? They made me.