G.I. Joe: Retaliation

Hustle up, guys. You've got to get that defector

and get the hell out of there. No delays.

Hey, Mouse, are you ready with that 18-year-old aim?

I'm on it, sir.

Move. Let's go.

All right, come on. Where is this guy at?

Come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on.

All right, Mouse. Give us that diversion.

Let's move.

Flint, stay put.

Anyone ever tell you you fight ugly?

Not from their backs, they don't.

It's just...

Flint, let's go. Flint?

What the hell are you doing?

Just marking our territory, sir.

Private Gaines, if you see Flint, shoot him.

With pleasure.

Defector in hand. En route to pickup. Come on.

I don't see him, do you?

Flint, get your ass back to the team.

We are on the move.

Uh, you ain't gonna believe this, Roadblock.

Mother...

Yeah!

What?

No, no, no, no. No, no, no. Unfair advantage.

I'm better.

He's got smooth cheeks. He's got no facial hair.

- I'm gonna pull the pin. - There's less friction underwater.

That's a foul. That's a foul.

A Joe flag.

A G.l. Joe flag.

That was a nice touch, right?

Yeah. You can call it that.

And what would you call it?

- Undignified. - Yeah, that, too.

You know in victory, we should be gentlemen.

Oh!

Yo!

How long can the average man hold his breath?

Ninety seconds.

- Free hand. - You got it, boss.

All right. Easy, Flipper.

Mmm.

Back. Damn, that's good.

There's nothing wrong with taking a victory lap. It's fun.

This is how it works. G.l. Joe's a fist.

Us, we're the knuckles.

How do we strike?

Together.

A finger strays...

- It gets broken. - It gets broken.

Knuckles, again? Really?

As a friend, you've got to get a new speech.

And the next time you want to drown somebody,

just invite me.

Since the end of the nanomite wars,

Captain Duke Hauser now leads Joe Tactical Operations.

Under Duke's command are Roadblock,

Lady Jaye,

Flint

and Snake Eyes.

The ruthless terrorist known as Cobra Commander,

and Destro

have been captured by the G. I. Joes

and placed in a maximum security prison.

But the Cobra operatives, Storm Shadow

and Zartan, remain at large.

The unit and the world

remain on high alert following Cobra Commander's final vow.

Retaliation.

The ear that sees.

An ancient Arashikage test.

Jinx, cousin to Storm Shadow,

it's time to prove that you are ready to join the G.l. Joes.

Defend yourself.

I'm ready, Blind Master.

Ears, open.

Snake Eyes, your task.

Test her abilities.

Pluck a single hair from Jinx's head.

Ah, good.

One should be as nimble as a cat,

yet fierce as a tiger.

Snake Eyes wins.

Jinx, in order to excel in war,

you must first find peace.

Snake Eyes,

you have earned the Blade of Justice.

Made of black carbon fibre.

Cruel. Indestructible.

There are rumours of a new attack by our enemies.

You must leave the dojo to uncover these plans and stop them.

But move swiftly. You may already be too late.

Contact front! Contact front!

Heavy enemy fire! I need you to bring them up the line. Bring them up the line.

Check that, Block, but I can't, man.

I'm taking rounds back here.

I need you! I need you now!

Air strike! Call in an air strike!

Wait. How do you call in an air strike?

- Jesus! - Can I bring...

What about one of those, like, care package thingies?

I'm bleeding out and I need you to sprint.

Can you use a care package thingy? I can bring you one.

A care package thingy?

Who is shooting me? What is...

I'm bleeding out right there and you're...

Are you spinning?

You got to cover 360.

- You're spinning. - Huh?

How could you be so good at combat? You stink at this.

I think you need to relax. I believe I outrank you,

- last time I checked. - Not in my house, you don't.

Oh! All right. Taking fire!

Enemy fire! Time out! Enemy fire!

Enemy contact!

Uncle Duke, you have big ears.

You got a big head. Come here!

Returning fire! What's up, now?

Returning fire!

You can't scream your way out of this one!

Yeah, requesting assistance, brother Block!

Pinned down, brother Duke. Pinned down.

That's all right. I got my boy here. Demon dog!

Grandma, help us! We need backup!

Not the first time you sent a girl running out of the room screaming.

Not the first time I sent two girls screaming from a room.

Dude, completely inappropriate.

- I'm just saying. - Completely.

Violence continues across Pakistan

in the capital of Islamabad

following the assassination of President...

The future of the country

and control of its nuclear arsenal appear to be up in the air

as the vacuum created by the killing remains.

The Pakistani President may in fact be dead,

but Pakistan remains an ally.

And a sovereign nation.

Was.

Right now, they're a riot with a zip code.

Sir, every minute we spend debating this,

there are live nuclear warheads

that sit amidst the chaos.

We can't let our enemies get those warheads first.

Recommendations?

Go in.

Now.

Wait and see.

History rewards the bold.

I'm not going to be the man who waited and saw.

Get me the G.l. Joes.

Star One Flight commander separating for drop.

All right, listen up!

That nuke cannot have gone far. Once we have it,

we will disarm it en route to the L.Z.!

We have its location narrowed down

to somewhere in this missile assembly building.

We'll go in on the roof, and fan out from there.

Flint, Jaye, if any support is needed, you'll reinforce

as Roadblock leads the ground team.

Hell, yeah.

Hey, Mouse.

On my first drop I popped a live round into my mouth.

Keeps your teeth from chattering. Give it a shot.

- Delicious. - Attaboy.

Jaye, what are we up against?

Insurgents are armed with Kalashnikovs,

SVD Dragunovs and Type 50s.

Cold War stuff.

But don't relax, boys, still put holes in you.

Whoa! What have you got there?

P-dub 381 black Tempest, just out of the box. Rounds.

Quarter speed, remote controlled.

When did we get these?

We didn't. We did.

Distinguished Marksmen.

- Let me see. - Don't touch.

Girls with guns.

Approaching target. Ten-hut! Make ready!

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

Anyone else missing Snake Eyes?

I trained with Snake for six years.

If he ain't here, he's got good reason.

Arch-Angel, go for drop.

Brother Block, as always,

would you mind leading us in a few words, please, sir?

In the immortal words of Jay-Z,

"Whatever deity may guide my life,

"dear Lord, don't let me die tonight."

"But if I shall, before I wake,"

"I accept my fate."

Hell, yeah?

Hell, yeah!

Hell, yeah.

Equipment check!

- Check! - Check!

- Check! - Check!

- Check! - Drive it like you stole it!