G.I. Joe: Retaliation Page #3

(PANTING)

DUKE:
- I owe you one, Mouse.

- Clear!

(MEN SHOUTING IN URDU)

(GRUNTING)

All right! I got eyes on the nuke!

Say again, I got eyes on the nuke!

(GRUNTING)

(MAN SHOUTING IN URDU)

But I'm taking heavy fire!

FLINT:
Sit tight! I'm taking a detour!

JAYE:
Negative, Flint!

Stick with the plan!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(MEN SHOUTING IN URDU)

Tangos down!

DUKE:
Go, go, go!

(MEN CONTINUE SHOUTING IN URDU)

Flint, status!

(GROANING)

FLINT:
Fire now!

DUKE:
Weapons secured!

SHIPWRECK:
Equipment

pack-up on level four!

Set!

Clutch, station

the transport vehicle! Move!

JOE 1:
All teams,

rally to transpo, immediately.

Insurgents closing in, sir!

JOE 2:
Team two secure. No losses.

- Contact headquarters.

- I'm on that.

Mount up! Let's exfil.

SHIPWRECK:
Runway secure.

DUKE:
Let's mount up!

(GRUNTS)

(WHOOPS)

(MEN TALKING IN DISTINCTLY)

Nuke's disabled.

Long-range transportation

and wheels down at 1900 hours.

Home in time for Top Chef.

Good job, Tiny Tim.

All that Wii Combat Shooter

finally paying off, sir.

(LAUGHS) Bam!

- How you doing, sir?

- Good.

All Joes present and accounted for.

Sit rep?

SHIPWRECK:
Rendered safe

and ready for transport, sir.

Square this one away and go get a beer.

- Sounds good.

- Mmm-hmm.

DUKE:
Sir, the nukes have been

recovered and disabled.

All Joe missions successful.

Only minor injuries to report, sir.

Transport crews are prepping

the L.Z. for evac at 0200 hours.

CHAIRMAN:
Great job, Captain.

We're modifying

your extraction plan back here.

Sit tight.

JOE 1:
Let's go, Rivera, let's go.

ROADBLOCK:
Let me get this straight.

One whole weekend,

you looking after my little girls.

Yep, as long as I can bring this.

Look, I love your kids. I do.

But they live to terrorise me.

You trained them well.

And if you win?

You have to take your next promotion.

ROADBLOCK:
You pull a trigger,

I pull a trigger.

I don't know if I'm gonna trust

a pastry from a gumbo chef.

(C*CKS GUN)

Think about the wind.

Four knots? Left to right.

Humidity, I say, is about 62%.

You gonna feed me

the barometric pressure, too?

That's on the rise. Like your panties.

You love my panties.

That's an interesting choice of a joke.

Of all the things you could say...

- "You love my panties"?

- Are you gonna shut up?

- What does that mean?

- You gonna shut up?

- I'm looking out for you.

- I'm trying to do something.

- I just don't...

- Shut up, just shut up.

- I'm just saying.

- Just shut up.

(CLEARS THROAT)

How's your heart rate? (LAUGHS)

That is not gonna count.

I get to go again because you talked.

You pulled a trigger.

Now I pull a trigger.

(GRUNTING)

No, we're not doing that.

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