Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

that I did not expect.

This is 3-2. Jackpot.

What's her name? What do you mean,

[intense music]

- Thanks. - Any word from Bob Lee?

[indistinct talk on radio]

I figured we'd travel the world as tourists.

the mullah's body right now. We found a shit-ton of H.

ANGELA: Still no sign of movement.

How much spare diesel do we have?

[fast-paced music]

- [gunshots] - [grunting]

They're all wired!

Put him on a leash already, would you?

- I'll clean this up. - You have your passports?

[distant gunfire]

Jesus Christ, really?

More incoming enemies at 600 meters.

- DONNY: You ready? - Yup.

[birds chirping]

- [gunshot] - Hit.

- [gunshot] - Ah!

[phone dialing]

I'm Oscar Mike.

What district were you from?

- I just wanted to help... - ANNE: I'll clean that up...

- tomorrow, okay? - Okay.

when you have nightmares about monsters?

I say we bug out before this goes sideways.

[sighs] This'll pinch.

but that doesn't mean I'm listening.

- is freaking out. - Sounded like you guys

I know. Daddy will be home

- We work for you! - Waheed!

It's like you were never there...

Giving it two dots, left hip.

How long is it gonna take you to get it to them?

I came here on a valid passport.

[car disengage alarm chirps]

Man, looks like a dry hole.