Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Inspection is our business. That's the slogan.
We would have no impact on anything.
I should've been a soccer player. I could've gone pro.
- Go. - Whatever. I'm leaving.
Here's the fun part.
[tense electronic music building]
One as a sniper's nest for yours truly,
That's just me.
["O Fortuna" by The Spiritual Project playing]
From now on, you will be known as Seven.
Don't start the party without me.
[Two] Get back here!
Uh...
[guests screaming, shouting]
Shit. They got our position. We need to move.
Ah, shit!
Drowned the whole fucking team!
Walk over here.
[man] Move, move.
Be subtle. Blend in. Disappear.
- and the orthopedic shoes and... - What do you want?
[Three] Whoa.
- [man 2] Oh, nuns, of course. - [nuns scream]
Where are they coming from?
Murat!
♪ Oh-oh, oh-oh ♪
[yells angrily]
This mine.
Are you crying?
[exhales forcefully]
Who strangled the younger brother with the same silk sheets?
They're not shadows. They're men.
He's German. He's very precise.
Don't be afraid now, I'm gonna put my foot...
Along with a shit ton of nitrous.
This isn't gonna work. Pull over there.
comes freedom...
Hey, are you afraid?
It's beautiful.
Alone, thank you.
Somebody speak to me.
- ...it's the girth! - [both laugh]
They say that your soul departs when you pass.
That's great. Let's go, let's go.
[man screaming]
- [in English] A gift from Viktor. - I love Viktor.
God, I hate these numbers.
Wrong intel. Too many men.
[mournful piano music playing]
These shameful chemical attacks of yours,
Created a lot of tech, tracking and hiding digital trails of people.
It's really funny.
It's hardened like a bunker.
Hmm?
I figured out how to take big stuff like this...
♪ Bullet-bulletproof Bullet-bullet-bulletproof ♪
Wrong guy. He's alive. Fuck!
- [man shouting indistinctly] - [jet engine roars overhead]
And no middlemen.
- [woman 1 groans] - [man 1] Go, go, go!
[Two] We don't know any names.
[Two] You're on laughing gas, you dumb motherfucker.
This is our target hit board.
We're gonna break out Rovach's baby brother from his 90th-floor prison.
♪ I wish that I could wear a mask And face the truth ♪
[Seven] But, uh, who is One?
You ever plan on calling me Six?
Get drunk.
He's in some shit, man.
- I wanna move! - I told the captain to move.
I wanna die with dignity.
- I'm alone. - Closing on you, it's, like, dark.
a little less so.
[Two] Two at the bar, three in the corner.
My name is Mr. Worthington,
You want soup?
[One] The world is wrapped in red tape,
awfully loud.
[panicked] Oh, no. No, no, no. Come on, no. What? Wait.
[engine roars]
[in French] I don't have any more bullets!
♪ Somebody help me now ♪
I wish.
[suspenseful electronic music playing]
Oh, shit!
Thought I managed the risk. I'm sorry.
That's the piece-of-shit dictator.
I said the UN is backwards. Request permission to fire.
[tense electronic music playing]
All right.
[Rovach] I don't know who killed my generals,
[Rovach] Baasha.
♪ 'Cause it's ya, ya, ya, ya ♪
Shit!
I'm doing jack ass here.
Cleavers.
I can't just fix it, all right? The phone is very fucking complicated.
♪ Bullet-bulletproof Bullet-bullet-bulletproof ♪
I'm Javier.
[snickering]
- Show me your hands. - This couscous?
but not done.
None of whom you'll know by name, only number, for safety,
Hello, boys.
So, here goes.
♪ Were my oppressor ♪
[woman 1] What lawyer has this many guards?
He looks agitated, man. Something's wrong.
[Seven] Yeah, nothing's simple.
♪ Oh-oh ♪
- [Three] You shot me, bro! - This is going great.
♪ Whoa-oh... ♪
What was his name?
Why now... and why Turgistan?
He's been under 120.
having a little choke, haven't we?
The route to Rovach's boat will take about an hour.
Oh, I so had the right of way.
Plant two failed?
♪ Gonna make you a believer ♪
[in English] Please, you don't have to do this.
presidential protocol is they take him to his yacht.
No, I'm talking truly world-class evil motherfuckers.
♪ I'd rather die ♪
- Get out of here. We're good. - [laughs]
They're expecting, "Go, go, go!"
- [both laugh] - Fuck you.
[indistinct radio chatter]
I went to the dentist.
- and it's in Asia. - Oh, by Kansas!
The Cleavers.
[both speaking Spanish]
[speaking in Ukrainian]
Go, go, go, go, go!
♪ Dig down... ♪
- [man 2] This is getting blood on my car. - Shut up!
What the heck?
What made your president change his mind?
I wonder how many people you have to kill to get one of these.
[yells in fright, speaks Spanish]
What?
- Hey. Whoa, whoa.Okay. - [rapidly approaching footsteps]
[slowed] No, no, no, no! Puppies!
and then I am going to take some shots of some kids, hopefully not too sick,
You know Sultan Ahmed I?
[One] If we're gonna flush Rovach to his yacht,
[Three] Oh, Check this out.
Youth, to suffocate his hope.
We get it! They're dead!
[Murat, in English] Hey!
But we can make it a little less shitty, you know?
[Three] One sec.
Just tell me. Who the fuck is it?
Ceramic barrels, plastic frames, plastic mags.
Besides, I'm moving to New York.
- ♪ Come on ♪ - [knock at door]
[sighs]