So you like knives, huh?
I'm the knife before Christmas.
You were stupid enough to get yourself into this mess! And we're the only ones crazy enough to get you out of it!
So you like knives, huh?
I'm the knife before Christmas.
You look like a proud, demented father.
You could've skipped the demented part.
That was a compliment. [They laugh and fist-bump]
I missed you, Christmas.
I missed you too, you demented bastard.
You could've left out the demented part.
I am the bridgegroom of death. The lyrics of a Spanish Legion old songs. That we used to sing when we're on mission in Croatia. That's where I met Mingo. The best point man ever. Some kind of savant. You don't know. The best team member ever, was Torres. Holy shit! You wouldn't believe what this guy could to do. Un. Bel. Ievable. I'm telling you, man. Ambush this guy couldn't sniff. And under fire, the coolest cat ever. Just pure ice in his veins. We were pinned down once, like two bullets left. I looked over, not on bead of sweat. [Gestures totally mesmerized] Yeah. Can I help you up there?
You're a mechanic now?
Of course I am a mechanic. I am whatever you need me to be, sir.
Okay then, just be quiet.
Yes, sir.
...
Tiger, this guy I knew, I mean, this guy had it all figured out. Wind speed, temperature, barometric pressure. But you know what he said was the most important?
No.
Patience.
Really?
Yeah. He said that. This thing smells good, what is that? Kerosene? Gasoline?
Aviation fuel.
Aviation fuel. It's good.
...
Galgo?
Yes, sir.
I think I know why your team let you go.
You do? Really? [Climb ladder and breaks the fourth wall looking into camera with a fist pump] Yes! [Goes in plane]
...
Last chance. You sure you wanna do this?
I like traveling.
Good.
Uh, who are those guys?
My old team. [Sticks head out window] What the hell are you doing here?
You were stupid enough to get yourself into this mess. We're the only ones crazy enough to get you out of it.
Come on. We're late for a war. [The crew walks to plane] Galgo, you might want to get out of that seat, Christmas is coming.
But it's June.
Galgo, get out the hell out.
Yes sir. [Hesitates] My hat. [Leaves]
Since, when did suicide become your hobby?
I got a will.
You know, I'm probably the only friend you got.
I got lots of friends.
You walk into a room, people jump on the tables.
I missed you, Christmas.
I miss you too, you demented bastard.
You could've left it demented.
It's a kind of solid structure that is taking us from one place to another through unbelievable speeds. Think about it. If God- if God -if he knew he would've liked, you know, flying. Then he would've given us feathers. Do you have feathers. I don't have feathers.
It's gonna be a long ass flight fellas.
It's going to be. It's going to be a very long flight, but don't worry, I'm here because I can't sleep on planes.
Thought you should know Barney, you're walking into a shitstorm. NSA ran signals and frequencies check on your team's phones. This bastard's not even trying to hide them.
Where has he taken them?
They're in Azmanastan.
Another honey hotspot.
Who is that?!
Lee Christmas.
Not far off Christmas. Stonebank's compound is where he trains his goons. It's very heavily fortified.
What's up with the local army?
I don't understand a word this guy is saying.
Local army status.
Small, corrupt. Stonebank's got all the brass in his pocket. Been running his operations through this shithole of a country for years. Want some advice?
What's the advice?
What goddamn language is that?
They don't teach you that on the language stage either.
Look who's talking?
What's the advice Drummer?
Forget about what you're thinking. Remember our deal. We need him alive.
So he can sit in a courtroom and beat this on a technicality?
Those are orders Barney. [Barney throws phone over shoulder in frustation]
You broke the phone.
I got another one.
Think we'll make it back from this one?
You didn't have to make it back from this one Christmas.
Sure I did. Morons need friends.
Lucky ring on!
Feel so much safer.
Bunch of has-beens still trying to be hard.
You're young and you're dumb!
Not bad...
Oooooh... Best two out of three?
You know, it's very hard for me to say this, but at one time, you guys were the best. Maybe still are. But nothing lasts forever. Hard as it is to hear, we aren't the future any more. Unfortunately for us, we're part of the past.
You, uh, you done swingin' with us?
As I see it, if we keep this life up, the only way this thing ends, for all of us, is in a hole in the ground, and no one giving a shit. Now if that's the way I'm supposed to go out, I can live with that. For me. But what I can't live with - and won't live with - is taking you with me.