Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've asked not to be disturbed. This had better be critical.
Stay back. Move away. Move away.
I'm inside now. It's flooded.
You'll be fine. You just needed blood.
On my mark! Stand by to deploy!
...bastard.
Ideally, I'd prefer a different scenario.
- What do warriors do? - Kill!
After five years...
How many fingers am I holding up behind my back?
I can't talk to you.
It's not an offer, major. It's an order.
Crack of my...
That ship will never fly.
There's a shirt over there. It should be your size.
I have what you had.
...the confidence, general...
Visions of what?
That is my name.
Seeing what we could salvage.
Thank God, we made it!
Wait.
It doesn't work.
With my boot heel, Maggot
Neither one of us is getting out of here.
Again.
And you had these visions?
No. Cage.
You ship for the coast in one hour. Your camera crew is standing by.
Rita.
You'll even see where it is.
No, Sarge!
I'm sure they're around here somewhere.
The one place where all men truly sh...
Those sure ain't officer cufflinks.
I can't get it to work.
Drop!
Cage!
Okay. So, what's the current plan?
While I appreciate...
On your feet!
That you're a coward and a liar, putting your life above theirs.
The world expects only one thing that we will win.
...private.
And you got covered in its blood.
Isn't that an officer's uniform?
Let's go!
But you see, this time, it can remember what's going to happen...
Go!
I know the general.
- Think about it. - What difference does it make?
Imagine an army of Rita Vrataskis.
- What are you gonna do? - Kill!
On the beach. Tomorrow.
You're not hooked in.
You tell me your middle name.
Robinson.
About all of us.
...without fear.
Behind you!
Look out!
Oh, man!
Is he shitting me?
...that I can't rationally explain...
I'll see you in the next life.
Stop! Wait! Wait a second!
Thank you.
...they have steadily advanced...
Good news is there's hope for you, private.
Have I got something on my face?
Never asked. Don't care.
- Yes? - Yes.
She typed up those orders for you to authorize.
Rita, what is this?
One minute!
I can't believe you found coffee.
What?
Move.
Unh!
...with my boot heel!
...10 feet from the door. Psych ward, dissection, remember?
I thought you could see the future.
It's all right to be scared.
We were allowed to win.
I mean, Griff can't even walk. We're three men down.
We need it now!
Private Cage. And you must be J Squad.
- No one else will. - No one else will.
You might call that notion ironic.
It's a slaughterhouse!
We do not know exactly what this signifies.
I can't get it to work. Not with the equipment I have.
This is gonna work.
Stand by to deploy!
You have to take over!
- Where is the safety? - Exactly.
Engage.
Wait there...
You're gonna make them eat those cards.
You have a hole in your chest.
Rita Vrataski.