Captain America: Civil War

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Longing

Rusted

Seventeen

Daybreak

Furnace

Nine

Benign

Homecoming

One

Freight car

Good morning, Soldier.

Ready to comply.

I have a mission for you.

Sanction and extract.

No witnesses.

Well done Soldier.

All right, what do you see?

Standard beat cops.

Small station.

Quiet street.

It's a good target.

There's an ATM on the

south corner, which means?

Cameras.

Both cross streets are one-way.

So, compromised escape routes.

Means our guy doesn't

care about being seen.

He isn't afraid

to make a mess on the way out.

You see that Range Rover

halfway up the block?

Yeah, the red one? It's cute.

It's also bulletproof,

which means private security...

which means more guns, which means more

headaches for somebody. Probably us.

You guys know

I can move things with my mind, right?

Looking over your shoulder

needs to become second nature.

Anybody ever tell you

you're a little paranoid?

Not to my face.

Why? Did you hear something?

Eyes on target, folks.

This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow

in six months. I don't want to lose him.

If he sees us coming,

that won't be a problem.

He kind of hates us.

Sam...

see that garbage truck?

Tag it.

Give me X-ray.

That truck's loaded for max weight.

And the driver's armed.

It's a battering ram.

- Go now.

- What?

He's not hitting the police.

Body armour, AR-15s.

I make seven hostiles.

I make five.

Sam.

Four.

Rumlow's on the third floor.

Wanda, just like we practised.

What about the gas?

Get it out.

Pack it up.

He's here.

Rumlow has a biological weapon.

I'm on it.

I don't work like that no more.

Fire in the hole.

No!

Sam.

He's in an AFV heading north.

Take this to the airstrip.

We're not gonna outrun them.

Lose the truck.

Where are you going to meet us?

I'm not.

I've got four, they're splitting up.

I got the two on the left.

They ditched their gear.

It's a shell game now.

One of them has the payload.

There you are, you son of a b*tch.

I've been waiting for this.

He doesn't have it.

I'm empty!

Out of the way!

Drop it.

Or I'll drop this.

- Drop it!

- He'll do it!

Payload secure. Thanks, Sam.

Don't thank me.

I'm not thanking that thing.

His name is Redwing.

I'm still not thanking it.

He's cute. Go ahead, pet him.

Come on!

This is for dropping

a building on my face.

Ahh!

I think I look pretty good,

all things considered.

Who's your buyer?

You know, he knew you.

Your pal, your buddy, your Bucky.

What did you say?

He remembered you.

I was there. He got all weepy about it.

Till they put his brain back in a blender.

He wanted you to know something.

He said to me...

"Please tell Rogers.

"When you gotta go...

"you gotta go."

And you're coming with me.

Oh, my...

Sam...

we need Fire and Rescue

on the south side of the building.

We gotta get up there.

Try to remember the kind of September

When grass was green

Wake up, dear,

and say goodbye to your father.

Who's the homeless person on the couch?

This is why

I love coming home for Christmas...

right before you leave town.

Be nice, dear, he's been studying abroad.

Really? Which broad? What's her name?

Candice.

Do me a favour?

Try not to burn

the house down before Monday.

Okay, so it's Monday.

That is good to know,

I will plan my toga party accordingly.

Where you going?

Your father's flying us

to the Bahamas for a little getaway.

We might have to make a quick stop.

At the Pentagon. Right?

Don't worry, you're gonna love

the holiday menu at the commissary.

They say sarcasm

is a metric for potential.

If that's true,

you'll be a great man someday.

I'll get the bags.

He does miss you when you're not here.

And frankly, you're going to miss us.

Because this is the last time

we're all going to be together.

You know what's about to happen.

Say something.

If you don't, you'll regret it.

I love you, Dad.

And I know you did the best you could.

That's how I wish it happened.

Binarily Augmented Retro-Framing...

or BARF.

God, I gotta work on that acronym.

An extremely costly method

of hijacking the hippocampus...

to clear traumatic memories.

Huh.

It doesn't change the fact that they

never made it to the airport...

or all the things I did to avoid

processing my grief, but...

Plus, $611 million for my

little therapeutic experiment?

No one in their right mind

would've ever funded it.

Help me out,

what's the MIT mission statement?

"To generate, disseminate...

"and preserve knowledge.

"And work with others...

"to bring it to bear on

the world's great challenges."

Well, you are the others.

And, quiet as it's kept...

the challenges facing you

are the greatest mankind's ever known.

Plus, most of you are broke.

Oh, I'm sorry. Rather, you were.

As of this moment...

every student has been made

an equal recipient...

of the inaugural

September Foundation Grant.

As in...

all of your projects have

just been approved and funded.

No strings, no taxes...

just reframe the future!

Starting now.

Go break some eggs.

Wow. Wow.

That took my breath away.

Oh, Tony! So generous.

So much money! Wow!

Out of curiosity...

will any portion of that grant

be made available to faculty?

I know, "Ooh, gross," but hear me out.

I have got this killer idea

for a self-cooking hotdog.

Basically, chemical detonator embedded...

Restroom's this way, yeah?

Yeah. Embedded in the meat shaft.

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