Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

half-click south of annex.
Stand by for words.
- Fuck. - Come on.
Boon! Let's go back!
Reconnected with February 17th...
Amahl, stop! Do not leave this compound, Amahl.
DAVE: Shoot him!
Shit starting to get real lock and load America
Friendly? Hmm? Friendly?
(BOTH LAUGH)
Not any more than everything else you say.
What do we got?
Go ahead, look up. You see the drone?
You blew yourself up trying to frag us, huh?
DAVE: Go, go, go.
Man, that's some real dot-gov shit, huh?
VINCENT: Damn it.
Can you believe Emily's about to start kindergarten?
Pretty bad.
I know, I'm...
(SCATTERED CLAPPING)
JACK: RPG.
Come at us with technicals next.
What the fuck are we waiting for?
No way those mortars found us by chance.
Rone! Rone!
He's going to get a medal. You'll see.
Well, get somebody who speaks Arabic so we can ask them a question.
Can we get the fuck out of here now?
We have no authority at the consulate.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
KRIS: It's not safe out here!
I miss you guys very much.
Back up while we can. Back up while we can.
RONE ON RADIO: Guys, I need your eyes quick.
Yeah, I love you, too.
KRIS: Chief, tell them to get the Hellfire on that Pred ready,
For now.
Hey, those guys we just passed at the cafe? Are they with us?
They shot out all the lights.
Check those guys on the left.
Dude, we kicked their asses!
You're not the first responders.
Let's get you out. Let's get you out.
Okay.
But we want the toys.
SCOTT: I'm getting the Ambo! ALEC: I'll take the TOC!
Guys, is that a mortar?
Every time I go home to Becky and those girls, I think this is it.
Check the new rides. Gaddafi had a going-out-of-business sale
You dumb piece of shit!
I think they're still in there.
Well, this is my 12th.
(SIGHS)
(BOTH GROANING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Move over, Marshall
Let's get to the top of this building. Let's go!
BRIT: Oh, fantastic.
I wanted you to hear it from me first. We had a...
Russian rocket.
4 Guys is a Frieteam, Bro
Me? I know who I am!
Chris!
- Friendlies? - No, mister, no.
We're a temporary diplomatic outpost.
I'm coming!
and what you do right now in this room
BOON: Bad guy's house is still active, Ty.
Men are on the way, all right? Hang in. Hang in.
TYRONE: Everyone's got weapons in Benghazi.
How are the Jason Bournes doing downstairs?
Trauma shears, top shelf on the right.
Couple more hours till our plane.
- We could have a treehouse business. - Mmm-hmm.
We'll have eyes on in two minutes.
Six hours till dawn. Entire city knows where we're holed up.
Inside that is our safe room.
I'd be lucky to have their back any day.
BOON: Hey, inside the TOC, do you see us? We need to come in.
we're going to Building B. It's better vantage.
Two vehicles, staged and ready. Let's go! Move! Move!
You will wait.
(HONKING)
Read and destroy.
And I'm sure that you'll be happy at home being an insurance adjuster.
It's been fun.
what would they say about me?
OZ: Not a moment too soon. TYRONE: Hey, Glen!
- Hesham! - HESHAM: Yes, sir.
TYRONE: Oz, sniper over-watch. Get in position.
I rode bitch last week.
Let 'em come.
Oh. You guys made a mess up here.
You guys bunk here,
What should we do?
(SIGHING)
(WHISTLES) Max-level armored, man.
See if you can get hold of any other quick-reaction forces in the area.
(PRAYING IN ARABIC ON LOUDSPEAKERS)
Any one of these people could klack off a vest.
AMAHL: You better hurry up.
3 Guys is a fireteam, BRo
- We've just started dinner. - Now.
Look at that. Who does he look like?
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Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey! Jambo.
It's a trap, Dave, it's an ambush! We've got to move!
The Tripoli team is stuck at the airport.
I know how to do this!
TYRONE: Send them! I want my guys.
Rone.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(ALL ARGUING IN ARABIC)
There should be an IR lasso visible right now.
We didn't hear any protests.
Up here in the middle of all this,
All the gods, all the heavens,
Already did this morning!
I'm gonna need some tourniquets.
Amahl, you lived here all your life, right?
The locals on your front gate are worthless,
JACK: Hey.
I have two friendlies, IR strobed, back gate of the compound.
(GROANS) God!
Come on. Let me give you the grand tour.
Yes, sir.
Tig, take a break.
Ambassador Chris Stevens is coming in from Tripoli
Okay, annex, we're officially lost.
on armored vehicles.
SOLDIER: Good luck.
JACK: Who is it?
- AMBASSADOR: I can't breathe. - (COUGHING)
That's the last chance, Tyrone.
Turn the lights off now.
he was a real cockbag.