Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This is as far as you go.
Let's get this show on the road. I gotta suit up.
I'm hit.
Power's on.
I'm going in, Cage.
Get your weapon and get in the helicopter, Cage.
We don't need one.
Yo, we gotta go now!
Kimmel! No!
Can't stand the sight of blood. Not so much as a paper out.
My guess is it never was.
My battery?
Really good confidence boost for tomorrow. Thanks.
Sugar, right?
I'm sorry.
There is a chance. It's a slim one.
Battle is the great redeemer.
Two cars we haven't tried yet.
What?
- ...6.18 million, by my guess. - Yes.
Let me take those...
Hey!
Backbone.
Never Asked Don't Care
What do I do with this?
This whole FOB's on lockdown. No calls, in or out.
Whoa!
Did you just interrupt me, private?
No, sir. I'm from Kentucky.
Why?
No, I'm not.
My father flew in the Battle of Britain.
The power's gone.
But what it doesn't say is...
If you give me 30 seconds...
I was even ready to test it.
Hey, sarge, the new guy...
... For the sake of the team.
- What do warriors do? - Kill!
Cage!
gghghjk
Critical enough?
Keep your eyes open.
You don't have time to think. Remember.
Tip of the spear, Edge of the Knife Crack of my Ass
I think I get it.
Private Cage!
Griff, come on!
But...
This here is Private Cage.
I'll get you sorted out, sir.
I'm hit.
I just inspired millions of people to join your army.
With the new jacket technology and limited training...
Let's get this show on the road. I gotta suit up.
Because we're never gonna get there.
Activate drop lines, 30 seconds.
Firing positions!
No.
Couldn't be broken.
This is J Squad, yes.
There's a dead guy in it.
- What is this thing? - It's a transponder.
You have an order that says...
When it's close to finding you...
...from Verdun.
Thank you, Iris.
First, I need your help.
...knowing soldiers of your caliber...
It's good to meet you.
You're going the wrong way.
What are you doing here? You gotta give me some warning.
Aah!
Has he had any visions yet?
And you have to listen to me.
I was not at a bachelor party or a poker game.
I had it. I lost it. Okay?
Where are the keys?
Hope in the form of glorious combat.
- The minivan and the green SUV. - Yeah. Okay.
...the pressure on you is enormous.
- Name is Farell. - That's right.
London is under attack.
Move over! Move over!
...for someone to blame, how hard do you think it would be...
...please lock doors...
We're holding them...
Tip of the spear, edge of the knife.
...the Omega was gone.
Combat ready?
I've been over there.
You keep coming here every day and I'll train you.
Maybe.
We need help!
You can do this. You can.
I joined the air force... to avoid doing that.
- Where are the goddamn keys? - Okay.
Cage, they know we're coming, man!
Please.
No matter what I do...