1 (WIND HOWLS) Yah! (CROW CAWS) (MAN SHOUTS IN FRENCH) James McCullen, you Scottish pig, you've been found guilty of treason for the sale of military arms to the enemies of our Lord, King Louis XIII, even whilst you sold arms to our Lord himself. Your king is a vile bag of filth who murders his own allies. I should have charged him double. (LAUGHS) You tried to overthrow the Crown in conspiracy with its enemies. Unlike your simpleton king, his enemies know that it is the true McCullen destiny not simply to supply arms, but to run the wars! Anything else to say before the sentence is carried out? Yes, I do. Clan McCullen is far greater and more powerful than any of you could ever imagine. My sons will continue to rise long after I am gone, as will their sons and, God willing, their sons. It shall not end with my death! Oh, we are not going to kill you, McCullen, we are going to make an example of you! So that no man, woman nor child may ever see your treacherous face again, you shall wear this mask for the term of your natural life. No! No! No! NO! (SIZZLING) For nearly four centuries, my ancestors have been the greatest creators of weaponry in the world. But perhaps in this century, I'll outdo them all. Nanomites - perfect little soldiers originally developed to isolate and kill cancer cells, but at MARS Industries and with the help of a little NATO funding we discovered how to program them to do almost anything. For example,... eat metal. Watch this test of the world's first nanomite warhead. Each of these warheads contains seven million nanomites and has the ability to eat anything from a single tank to an entire city. As you can see, it quickly converts to eating any and all material in its path. Once unleashed, the nanomites will not stop,... ever. Once the target has been destroyed, the launcher triggers a kill switch unique to each warhead that short-circuits the nanomites, preventing unwanted destruction. Gentlemen, tomorrow morning, your first order of nanotech warheads ships from my factory in Kyrgyzstan. (BEEPING) (TANNOY) "Weapons case on the move. ETA two minutes to NATO team." Listen up. NATO wants the best of the best, that's why we're here. We got Panthers front and back. RHINO's carrying the package in the middle. Apaches are covering us from overhead. Detail, attention! Fall out. Captain Hauser, Mr McCullen requires a signature. Not gonna explode, is it? They're not weaponised yet. All the same, I'd avoid potholes if I were you. Hey, Bill. Yeah? Put that in the RHINO, would you? Alright, ladies, mount up! OK, Apaches, keep your eyes open. Roger that. Skies are clear. Hey, Duke, I've been thinkin'. You know, I warned you about that. About where to transfer to. Not the Air Force. The Air Force! I thought we were done with this conversation. You were, not me. I've been flying since I was 13. I don't think your dad's crop-duster counts as hours logged. I'm talkin' jets. And you know I qualify every time we're on leave. You wanna get up in the air? Yeah. I'll buy you a trampoline. I filled out the application. They accept those in crayon? Give me one good reason why not. Cos I wanna be on the ground, in the fight, not flying over it. "Pioneer 1, this is Pioneer 2, going night vision." Roger. "Go ahead and back off." "Pioneer 1, this is Pioneer 2, Going NVS." "Roger." Weren't we supposed to meet up with the recon team at 40 klicks? Yeah. So? Well, we just passed kilometre 41. Eyes out, eyes out! Sweep's still clear, sir. Roger that. There's, er, nothing up here but us. Tom, put a self-test on the flare and start to scan for... Holy...! What the hell is that?! Pioneer 1, you've been hit. (EXPLOSION) Stop! Whoa! (TYRES SCREECH) Bird down! Back up, back up, back up! We are under attack! They're after the warheads! Pioneer 2, engage! Put that asshole on the ground! "Roger." Firing, firing, firing! (GUNFIRE) Missiles armed. Match and shoot. Match and shoot! They shot 'em right out of the air! Oh, my gosh. (EXPLOSION) We've lost our air! They're boxing us in! All units, fan out! I repeat, all units, fan out! (SCREAMING) I want SAMs on that thing! Light him up! (MISSILES WHOOSH) He's coming around! Get those .50s on him! Incoming! (EXPLOSION) Hold on! (CRASHING) You OK? Yeah, but my leg is pinned. What the hell was that? (OWL HOOTS) (BOOMING / EXPLOSION) (GUNFIRE) (SCREAMING) We gotta get in this fight. Careful, my leg! Come on. Duke, you gotta go get those warheads! Shut up! I gotta get you outta here first! (SHOUTING OVER RADIO) (EXPLOSION) (BOTH SCREAM) Get up, get up, get up, get up! Aaaagh! My damn leg! You wait here, OK? Where are you going? To get that case. Air Force, right. Don't move! Hello, Duke. Ana? Agh! Now, you have to admit, you had that coming. (GROANS) (ROARING OVERHEAD) Ana! Aaagh! Ana! (SCREAMS / GROANS) Bye-bye. (GASPS) Ana! Ana! (PANTS) Oof! Don't make me shoot a woman. Incoming! Whoa! (GUNS CLICK) Stand the hell down! Put the weapon down, sir. We're not the enemy. Then, stop pointing them at me. Hand over the case. I don't know you or them, so I'm not lowering anything and I ain't handing anything over. If it weren't for us, you'd be out there with them. Hand it over. (COCKS GUN) What's your unit? That's classified. Someone would like to have a word with you. (BEEPING) State your name and rank. You first. My team just saved your life, son. This is the part where you get to say thank you. I wasn't told about any support for this mission, so tell them to stand down. Or we'll shoot. Yep. Or not. Easy, Ripcord. How do you know me? Expert marksman, second in your battalion. Weapons specialist, jet qualified. I told you. Not now, Rip. I'm General Clayton Abernathy. Perhaps you've heard of me, Duke. General Hawk. Afghanistan, NATO forward command. Yeah, that was my last job. I'm in a whole new outfit now. Mm-mm. Just deactivating the tracking beacon for security. Put down that weapons case and let us deliver those warheads. No. I signed for 'em. I carry 'em, I deliver 'em. Well, that's fine, but you're short of transportation, so my Team Alpha will deliver you to me. And where exactly are you, sir? Come see for yourself. Agh! I thought Special Ops guys were tough. We are tough. But we're also sensitive. I got it. Thanks. Oh, wow, this is some primo stuff here. Whoo! Hey, bro, you got some real lifelike hair over there. Oh! And a kung-fu grip. Agh! Lie down. OK. What kinda outfit is this? It's not regular Army, based on all the accents. You're British. You're French North African? Morocco. Where were you born? Duke wasn't born, he was government-issued. What about you? He doesn't speak. Why? He doesn't say. So you're all in the same unit, but one you can't tell me the name of? We'd get tossed for telling. You're gonna go after those guys, huh? Well, whoever you are and whatever this unit is,... I want in. General. What's up, girl? Good job, Joes. Outstanding. Welcome to the Pit, Duke. I've read a lot about you two. Can't believe everything you read. See - I understand we tried to recruit you a few years back. I never got asked to join. Really? You don't remember Thailand about four years ago? Right before you broke up that bar? Four years ago, my boy had issues. I've been in the military my entire life and I have never seen a tac operation like this. Alright, you trusted me, I'll trust you. Technically, GI Joe does not exist, but if it did, it'd be comprised of the top men and women from the best military units in the world. When all else fails,... we don't. (GUNFIRE) Ten nations signed on in our first year, working together, sharing intel. Now we have 23. What's that? Camouflage suit. It photographs everything behind you and puts it in front of you. Mr McCullen is standing by, sir. Patch him through. Who hit us? Currently unknown. But she's got highly-classified intel and state-of-the-art weaponry. Their capabilities are beyond anything we've ever encountered. That's why we got our asses kicked. We need to find out everything we can about her. Knowing is half the battle. Whoa! Gentlemen, Mr McCullen, CEO of MARS Industries and the builder of these warheads. General, you were the security option I should've chosen. What? My team did everything we could and a lot of good men went down. Yeah, but not you. That mission was classified, so, clearly, someone sold us out. I spent 10 years and 13 billion euros creating these 4 warheads. Your job, Captain, was to protect them. If it wasn't for the general, you'd have failed. That's not fair. He followed his orders to the letter. Well, that wasn't enough. Now, so the bastards who attacked you can't find you, you need to disable the tracking beacon. We already have. Oh, good man. But allow me to check them to see if any have been damaged. Open it, please. My scan says they're intact, sir. What's the code? 5-2-9-4-4-0. (BEEPING) Merci. Please keep me informed of your progress, General. Breaker? My voice analyser on that guy was going up, down and sideways. Looks like McCullen's working an angle he don't want us to catch. We're on a deadline. We need those warheads now! You knew that. Ten years setting this up, wringing money out of NATO. This was supposed to be the easy part! If we had staged the assault at your factory, I could've contained the situation. And lost the trust of our clients in the process. It had to be NATO's fault! What happened? Did you hesitate when you saw him? No. This had nothing to do with him. Forgive my jealousy. Have you tracked the case? They, of course, deactivated the homing beacon. I gave them a code to quietly reactivate it. It's in Egypt. The Pit, only mentioned in whispers. I will get those warheads back. I hope so. If I were really there, I might actually let you touch me. I'll send a jet. (TUTS) Business first. Besides, I'm married,... remember? If you had sent me in the first place, it would already be done. I'm sending you now, Storm Shadow. No more mistakes. The schedule mustn't be compromised any further. Keep your eye on her for me. American politics - governors, senators, congressmen. No wonder nothing ever gets done. That's what we're going to fix, Mr Zartan. (WHISTLES) The king cobra, magnificent creature. Nature's Grim Reaper and symbol of lethal purpose. Unseen until it strikes. Its venom can kill a full-grown elephant with a single bite. Very nice. So far, we have created 20 Neo-Vipers. 19 stand before you. Is it working? We injected 1,000cc of the nanomite solution into each subject. When they finally stopped screaming, brain scans showed a complete inactivity of the self-preservation region of the cortex. English? (BEEPING) They feel no fear. Cortical nerve clusters show complete inactivity. They feel no pain. Concepts of morality are disengaged. They feel no regrets, no remorse. The nanomites join together as a fighting mechanism, first blocking, then expelling the cobra's venom. And they're completely obedient? Of course. (HISSING) The real-world applications are endless. So, you tell me, is it working? Send a team to rendezvous with Storm Shadow and the Baroness. Consider it done. The Joes will never know what hit them. The 20th Neo-Viper is already set up in Washington DC and awaiting your signal. You've done well. You've thrown the caber clear out of the yard. The presidential bunker has also been completed. If we sold one warhead on the black market, I could continue research. I appreciate your thirst for knowledge, but this world is messy enough. No. What it needs is unification, leadership. It has to be taken out of chaos by someone with complete control. Beijing, Moscow, Washington. When these missiles detonate, the world will turn to the most powerful man on the planet. When I'm finished, the money will take care of itself. You'll be able to do all the research you want. You don't have a girlfriend. You don't need a lot of calls or text. You don't have a girlfriend. You don't need a lot of calls or text. You need data ` for dating sites, like Honey Badger. (LAUGHS) You do have a girlfriend. You need less data and more calls ` lovey-dovey calls. # You make me... # You don't have a girlfriend again. She won't return your calls. You need more text. Things change. Now your Prepay can too. Get more of what you need and less of what you don't with Vodafone My Flex Prepay. We grabbed this image from one of our tactical cameras. Now we're running her face through an infinity scan. Hey, isn't that... We have access to any photograph on any server, anywhere in the world. Yep. Everyone gets photographed at some time. Um, football game, ATM machine, airport. We'll find her, and then we'll find out who sent her. From NATO, sir. Are you OK? What happened to her? Well, it appears that I've been made official custodian of the warheads. Looks like your mission is complete here. When you move them, she's gonna come after you. And with her intel and toys, she'll find you. What's your point? You're going after her first, and we want in. General, it was our team that got wasted. We deserve payback. You don't ask to be part of GI Joe. You get asked. You scouted me four years ago. Now I'm ready. Let's have at it. Well, I've lost men, too, Captain. If you want revenge - I know her. Excuse me? You said knowing's half the battle, right? Well, I know who she is. She was a blonde. Her name is Ana Lewis. I can tell you everything about her up until the last four years. After that, obviously, a lot of things have changed. Finally, my wife is home. Hello. How was your meeting with the Minister of Defence? He was thrilled. The accelerator performed flawlessly. I wish you would have been there. You and your lab rats are so clever. How was Monte Carlo? I didn't get what I was after. I suppose I should be grateful. Most husbands would be. Most husbands don't have such mysterious wives. They know exactly where they are and what they do. They think they know. Ana, I don't wanna fight. I missed you. Well, I never tire of a good fight. But not with you, darling. Let me freshen up and I'll meet you downstairs. I do love you, my beautiful Baroness. McCullen gave me orders to kill the Baron if he so much as touched you. Well, he's my husband. Of course he touches me. And his work at the lab goes much better after we've touched. And that's the important thing. So, what are you doing? Spying on me? (KNIFE CLASHES) If I was spying on you, you would never know. Getting closer. You were my best student. (LAUGHS) I'll be coming with you to retrieve the warheads. We go at dawn. (SWING MUSIC) (LAUGHS) Mwah. Come on, Ana. OK, so, I've been wanting to do this before we deploy. Duke, it's beautiful! It's too beautiful. I'm only going to buy one of these, so why not? So, what do you say? Say yes, you idiot. He's a real American hero. Thanks for ruining the mood. I came to offer you a ride back to post. What? It's time already? Yeah, we got to go at 05:00. Is it... Yeah, it is. That's why you're pulling Rex out of the lab. Ana, look, I'm sorry, but - Yeah, yeah, classified, top secret. have to kill me if you told me. Speaking of classified information, you still haven't answered me. Yes. Yes. Of course it's yes. On one condition. You have to promise me that you will not let my genius, egghead brother get hurt. He's the only family I've got left. Promise me, Duke. I promise. Hey! My three favourite people. Mr Weems. Good, man? Yeah. Look. Wow. Nice rock. That's a lot of love. Are you proposing? I'm done proposing. I already said yes. Oh, my God! Congratulations! Beautiful! You're like the little white couple on the wedding cake. How cute. Give me some love. Mwah! Congratulations! Wait. It's not official. What? It's not official. Not until you answer my question. OK. Do you love my boy? Always and forever. You may have blackmailed your way onto this team. Doesn't mean I've got to like it. But it does mean I've gotta get you mission ready, Joe style. Standing in front of you are Delta-6 Accelerator suits. What does it accelerate? You. It'll make you run faster, jump higher and hit harder than any of your enemies. Let's suit up. Head-to-toe hydraulics,... ..and highly pressurised pneumatics. An advanced cybernetics heads-up display helmet. You think it, it does it. Twin gas-propelled grappling spears and triple-explosive, heat-seeking, fire-and-forget rockets. And my favourite, a ten-millimetre caseless Gatling submachine gun, capable of firing 50 rounds per second. Fully self-contained firepower. Perfect for cowboys like you. I just missed everything you said. Hey, how do I look? Pretty cool, huh? Any questions? (SHOOTING / BEEPING) "Bang A Gong (Get It On)" - London Bus Stop Yo, Sergeant Stone. Are they Joes? Hell, no. They're jokes. Boys? You're gonna need these. Just so you know, when I get a target in my sights, I take it down. (BEEPING) Oh, shit! Again. Again? Oh! (BEEPING) Just so you know, some targets are harder to hit than others. Again. You're gonna need that helmet. (SHOOTING) Stand down, Snake Eyes. Alright, walk away. It's over. This ain't pay-per-view. Oh! I'm nasty with it! You missed one. Come on. That gotta be some kind of a record. The record is all 20 killed. Who did that? Snake Eyes? No. Me. If you're gonna shoot at something, kill it. Otherwise, take up knitting. "Beginner's luck. Stay focused." (BEEPING / WHIRRING) Again! Again? (GRUNTING) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. I have never seen Snake Eyes take a hit. They're Joes. Maybe. (POP MUSIC) Breaker told me that Scarlett graduated college at 12 years old. She's some freaky little deadly genius. Rip? I get it, Rip. You like her. Sorry, my bad. (SIGHS) To hell with it. Rip? Rip! Into the valley of death rode the 600. Hey, what are you doing? A little beach reading? OK. (MACHINE BEEPS) Look, I think you and me got off on the wrong foot. See, I'm attracted to you. And you, you're attracted to me. And him, the damn Zen master, he creeps me out. I'm trying to say - We're attracted to each other. Thank you! That's what you're saying. It's not what I'm saying. It's not? So, what are you saying? (SIGHS) Attraction is an emotion. Emotions are not based in science, And if you can't quantify or prove that something exists, well, in my mind, it doesn't. OK. I'll get back to you on that one. Attention! General on deck! At ease. Duke, you scored in the top half per cent of all people we've ever tested. Rip, if we average your scores with Duke's, you pass, too. Welcome aboard. Thank you, sir. Provisionally, of course. Thank you, sir. (MAN SHOUTING) Sir, sensors detecting seismic activity to the southwest. Probably just a tremor, but have a team check it. (LOUD RUSTLING) (MAN SHOUTS) (CAMEL GROANS) (LOW RUMBLING) (METAL RATTLING) There's our little weapons case. Alright. You three, guard the machines. (WHISTLES "FOR HE'S A JOLLY GOOD FELLOW") (SWING MUSIC PLAYING) (KNOCK AT DOOR) Sorry to disturb you, sir. That's alright, Corporal. I need you to sign here, here and here. And also here, here... (GASPS) Goodbye, sweetheart. (GRUNTS) Oh, that's right, you don't kill women. For you, Zartan, I'd make an exception. (WHISTLES "FOR HE'S A JOLLY GOOD FELLOW") (BUZZING) (ALARM BLARES) Warheads, Rip! Come on! (GRUNTING) We've got the warheads. Prep the Mole Pods for evac. We're on our way. "We're already on it." (SCREAMING) (GLASS SMASHING) (SCREAMING) Now how do we get out of here? Follow me. Like that's gonna happen. (SCREAMING) Find the control room. Open the exterior hatch and secure this area. We're on it. (SCREAMING) (GLASS SMASHING) Clear! (BEEPING) Can you fly one of these things? Don't move! Ana, put the case down. Fine. Done. Stop. Ana, stop right there. You can't shoot me, can you? I will if I have to. Deep down, you're still the same man I fell in love with. Don't force this. What could have been. Right, Duke? Just give me the case, God damn it. Move and I'm gonna blow her away. Do it. You already killed me once. (MAN) Duke, watch out! (SHOUTS) (GLASS SMASHING) Ana, drop the case! (BEEPING) Hello, brother. Damn! (GRUNTING) Eat this! (BEEPING) (GLASS SMASHING) Hey, genius! Whoa! (SIZZLING) (BOTH GRUNT) (BEEPING) (SIZZLING) (SCREAMS) (GUNFIRE) See you, Duke! (CAMEL GRUNTS) (WHISTLES "FOR HE'S A JOLLY GOOD FELLOW") How many warheads? Four, Mr President. Any threats? Demands? None so far, sir. We take this to mean the terrorists are unfocused. No clear goals. No. It means they intend to use them. General Hawk is stable now, but he won't be conscious for a day or so. He's one tough bastard. Hey. You alright? I'm fine. I didn't want anyone to see me like this. Why? The men we lost, Hawk wounded. My neck doesn't seem important. You almost lost your life out there. You have a reason to be concerned. First fight I lost since I was a kid. My father taught me to win. Look, I don't see how you could teach anybody to win everything every time. I mean, look at you. You're still here, right? You get knocked down, you get back up. Maybe that's what he wanted you to learn. But then again, that'd be an emotional response. "One that can't be explained or quantified!" (BOTH LAUGH) Hey. Looks like we're all seeing ghosts today, huh? (THUNDER / RAIN PATTERS) (RAT SQUEALS) (BELL TOLLS) (YELLS) (SPEAKS JAPANESE) English, Storm Shadow. Where are you manners? He is hungry. We need to invite him in and show him the path. He is a cur, a weakling! He does not fight like one. Now, what shall we call you? This belonged to an ancestor of mine. He was caught selling arms to both sides. The French forced him to wear it for the rest of his life. They called him Destro, destroyer of nations. So why keep it? So I never forget the most important rule dealing arms. Let me guess, never sell to both sides? Never get caught selling to both sides. Take the warheads to Paris, have them weaponised. Then test one. Test one? We'll let CNN show the world how well they perform. Fear is a great motivator. I have a target in mind, one the French'll never forget. As I have never forgotten what they did to Clan McCullen. Are you ready, Mr Zartan? Born ready, Doctor. This is going to be the achievement of a lifetime. As a master of disguise, you have no equal. Eighteen months of studying. Learning mannerisms. But the devil is in the detail. Gentlemen, let's get it going. One more thing. I'll control my own brain, thank you very much. Let's do this. Ooh, wow. That was a bit nasty. Think so? Let's run some tests. Eye colour. Skin tone. Hair follicles. And... initiating facial reconstruction tests. (CRUNCHING) (WAILS) We gotta find out who's holding their leash. With their financing and intel, these guys are pros. That limits the possibilities. Hey. The weapons case. What? McCullen had us open a weapons case. I bet he gave us a code that reactivated the beacon. You're right. McCullen, that son of a bitch. McCullen uses NATO to fund his R&D then he steals the warheads back. Who says you're not a thinker? Hey! I found her. Yeah, that's her alright. Her name is Ana de Cobray. Baroness if you're feeling formal. Wow, she really traded up, huh? Financially, of course. Who's he? Daniel de Cobray, French scientist. Runs a lab in Paris. Lab? What kind of lab? Particle accelerator. Oh, my God. They're gonna use him to weaponise the warheads. Well, that's where she's going. I like croissants. (ECHOING GUNFIRE) (GUNFIRE) Come on, go, go, go! Let's go! Pull up on the truck! Go! Go! Go, go, go, go, go! Move! Dubble Bubble? It always helps me. Now... Hey, you good? Yeah? Yeah. Alright, Mr Science Officer, you're up, OK? Don't find it in four minutes, get out. House will not be there in five. Alright? Alright. I already called for the air strike. Go, go, go, go! Oh, crap! Hey, Duke! I gotta level with you. I hate it when you level with me. It's gonna be a long five minutes. No, no, no! It's too early! It's too early! Duke! Rex! Rex! Duke! Come on, we gotta go! We gotta get Rex. We gotta go, man! Black Hawk's waiting! Nothing you could do! Nothing we could do, man! Come on! Ready, aim, fire. (GUNSHOTS) Forward march. Are you going to sign in, or shall I? Ana? Who is this? Hey, what are you doing?! What's going on here? I need you to do something for me. What are these things? They're warheads, dear, and I need you to weaponise them for me or we'll kill everyone in here. (GUNSHOT) Hey, this is a civilian laboratory! We don't have the programming protocols for weaponising. The protocols are in the case. I told you, I don't have much time. Hey, is that Dubble Bubble? But it's my last piece. Mm-hm. Come on, give it to me. Stick to the plan. Scarlett, Snake Eyes, take the front. Rip, Duke, the back. Breaker'll be eyes and ears, I'll give orders from here. Do what I say when I say. Yes, Daddy. Here. They're all alive. Merci, Daniel. (GRUNTS) I told you I'd kill him if he touched you again. I heard you the first time. OK, almost there. Scarlett, better put your suit on. That's her. Take that Hummer, Snake! Careful, they're worth millions of dollars. Each. Got it! My bad, my bad. Won't happen again. (CRASH) Thanks a lot, buddy! Scarlett, in or out? We gotta get in this fight! Tracking signal is good. Don't let go of that truck! Let's get that bastard off the roof. Woo! Look out! Whoa! It's getting thick out here! They're driving into traffic. What kind of escape route is that? Maybe they're not trying to escape. They're heading somewhere. Target? Yes. Some place with a lot of... ..metal. They're gonna blow it up. All units... Guys, stop them! Yeah, we're working on it. I mean now! They're going to detonate one of the warheads on the Eiffel Tower! Crush him! Snake! He's underneath! Kill him! That redhead is really starting to piss me off. Oh, shit! I got you, I got you. (PANTS) Nice save, Slick. Don't start being nice to me now. Gotta go. Get in! Alright, Rip, let's take this thing down! Hang on, Snake! Woo-hoo! Try this on for size, boys. "We lost 'em!" Go through the building across the street! "Where's the door?!" Make one. Right. I'm coming! I'm coming! I don't have 'em! Where are they?! Evacuating the tower. We're only 2kms away. Snake, we're running out of time. Do something. It's now or never. (GUNSHOTS) He gave up. He never gives up. Whoa! Coming through! (SHOUTING VOICES / ALARMS RING) (GIGGLES) OK, that was crazy. I didn't expect that. What happened to you? I went through the train. What happened to you? I jumped over it. You can do that? Yeah. Told you to read our manual. There's a manual? Next time, I'll drive! Here, take the kill switch. Unlock your year of Neon today. At Vodafone we're giving you better broadband ` with Neon on us for a year. That's unlimited access to movies for the whole family and all the hit TV shows from around the world on us. Unlock your year of Neon today. Simply sign up to any Unlimited Broadband Data plan for 12 months. Call Vodafone now to sign up. Come on, get out the way! Guys, they're alive, and on the move! And they've activated the warhead. Tracking the kill switch. Duke, it's on the Baroness! Storm Shadow has a warhead, it's armed! Get out of my way! (GUNFIRE) Get out!... Nice shoes. You get the warhead, I'll get the kill switch. I'm on it! Damn, that ninja's fast! (ALL SCREAM) (SCREAMING) Oh, no! (YELLS) Bloody hell. No. (HORN BLARES) They're gonna eat through the entire city. Duke, you have to hit that kill switch! Oh, God. "Disarmed." Congratulations, Duke. You just saved Paris. Or at least most of it. (ALL SCREAM) Is that blood? Spaghetti sauce. Don't ask. They got Duke. We know. What are you doing? Plugging into his cerebral cortex. I don't think he'll give you much. A brain survives for a few minutes. We retrieve electrical impulses from memories, convert them to images. To find Duke? To find the other three warheads. If this guy remembers his way home, maybe we can find both. OK, here come the images. Let's see where this guy's been. (ALL GASP) He's alive! He can't be. He's got needles in his head! Dead guys don't break dance! Nanomites are eating him. Must be some sort of self-destruct. Hurry, Breaker! Come on, come on! No! No! No, no, no! (CONTINUOUS BEEP) The beauty of nanotechnology. We are screwed. Relax. I got everything I could. What was the, "No, no, no!" for? For McCullen. They were watching us. OK. What did you get? Not that much. Just images. I thought you said you was the best at this. I am! Alright. Nobody can do what I just did. Wait, no. What are you doing? We're the good guys. Put your hands up. There's no time! We can't engage with friendly forces. Friendly? I gotta get my boy. Look, Captain... Rip! We're still trying to locate the three remaining warheads, sir. What's the status of the Joes? They've been detained. The French are pretty upset. Of course they're upset. Get me the French Ambassador. "(TV REPORTER SPEAKS FRENCH)" Hey, no, no! Monsieur, s'il vous plait. Please don't touch that! That's my equipment! It's very... OK, he's touching it. Nice going, slick. It's not his fault. He's just emotional. Here, let me look at that. I'm fine. Just trying to help. General! The French have agreed to let you all go on the condition that none of you return. Ever. Never? It could be worse. What do you mean by never? Never, ever? There's more. (SIGHS) You have been recalled by your respective heads of state. Team Alpha is to return to the Pit. What about Duke? Call McCullen. Tell him we have the three warheads. "Right away." Why didn't you just kill me? McCullen has something special in mind for you. McCullen. What happened to you? Now you care? OK. I am sorry. I'm sorry about Rex. I'm sorry that I couldn't bring Rex home. And I'm so sorry that I couldn't face you afterwards. Well, everybody's sorry about something. (YELLING) Master! Master. OK, so what about Duke? We just forget about him? We've got our orders. Look, man, what if it was one of your guys? Scarlett or Breaker? What would you do then? Looks pretty remote. Might be a good location for a base. Snow. That leaves us with a third of the earth. Yeah. (BEEPING) Hm. Hey, is that McCullen's shadow? What you got? Spherical trigonometry. Must've missed that class. If you know the height of the object, the length of the shadow, time and date, you can work out its location. That's why I missed it. What have we got? OK. McCullen is 180cm tall. His shadow is 46cm. This image has decayed 6%, which means it's 51 hours and 17 minutes old. That's at the polar icecap. Heavy. Yep. What do you say, sir? I said you've been ordered back to the Pit, but I didn't say when and I didn't say which route to take. Maybe a northern one. 1 That is a lot of ice. Thousands of miles across and ten storeys thick. Locating McCullen's base is like finding a needle in a coal mine. Haystack. Oh, right. Haystack in a coal mine. No! McCullen has plans for him! Enough! (COUGHS) And what was your plan? Run 3,000 miles across the ice? Stupid soldier. Move it. That's strange. What? When they stole the weapons case, I set my scanner to find the tracking beacon if it came back on. And it just came back on. That's my boy! Three left. Take the warheads to the missiles. I want them ready to launch in one hour. It will be done. My beautiful Lady of the Lake. This bother you? Funny, isn't it? The entire balance of world power is about to shift and two guys can still have a stare-down over who gets the girl. (GROANS) (COUGHS) I'm gonna make you very unhappy. I'm already unhappy. Get up! (WHIRRING) Video from the Aqua Cam is coming online now. Bloody hell. They've built a military base under the polar icecap. A perfect location. Nearly undetectable, easily defensible. Duke's in there somewhere. And the warheads. We have to find a quiet way to get inside. Elevator cables. They've got a surface entrance. Guys, there's something else. Going to sonar view. There's tunnels running through the ice pack. Hey, look, they've got their own attack subs. OK, what's that? Missile tubes. Must be for the nanomite warheads. Take us up. I'll create a distraction while you infiltrate. We'll find Duke... Grab the warheads. Kill the bad guys. As you all know, Team Alpha is under direct orders to return to their respective national bases. But I have something I need to do which goes against all orders. So, if any of you decide that you have to leave now, I will certainly not hold it against you. OK, then. What are you gonna do with the warheads? You take to your training well. That's good. Still trying to develop intel. So you won't mind telling me. Isn't it obvious? I'm a businessman. I'm going to use them. Millions of people will die if you launch them, so what is it that you want? To strike fear into the hearts of every man, woman and child on the planet. Then they'll turn to the person with the most power. You? No, not me. You're not seeing the whole picture. Then tell me. I don't wanna spoil the surprise. Ah. Guests. Meet the genius behind all my nanotechnology. Genius? You are too kind. As you can see, we are loading my nanomite warheads into the high-V missiles. Once at maximum velocity, Mach 5, not even the Joes have the technology to catch them. So, who's this? Another recruit? Albeit, a rather unwilling one. I'll prepare him for the procedure. All teams, listen up, this is General Hawk. The mission is a go. I say again, the mission is a go. Good luck, Joes. (POLAR BAR GROWLS) The teams have been deployed, sir. Get me a satellite uplink. I wanna see everything that's going on. You picking up anything? Negative. There's nothing on the scanner. Nice shooting. Thank you. We're a long way from Miami. Whoa. That's a Night Raven. They actually built one. Looks fast. That McCullen got some gadgets. MARS Industries manufactures 70% of all arms on this planet. 70%. Did you know that, Duke? There are two sides to McCullen's operation, the Sword and the Shield. The Sword creates and sells weaponry. The Shield creates defensive technology, like high-tech bunkers, which are supposed to protect one from anything from a nuclear blast to a nanomite warhead. Unfortunately, the bunker in which I took shelter was just a prototype. Who are you? Rex? You sonofabitch! Ana buried you! Moving ceremony, I'm sure. The three-volley salute. Boots on the ground. A folded flag in her arms. Why? Why didn't you just come in? Because I discovered something. "This will only hurt a little." "What comes next, more so." "Listen, Mindbender, do whatever it takes." "So will I. Remember, science requires sacrifice." "(YELLS)" It's beautiful, isn't it? Stay where you are! Are you going to shoot me? "(YELLS)" These aren't chemical or nuclear, are they? No. They're something much, much better. It is beautiful. (BEEPING) Nanomites, it's beyond... It's light years ahead of what anyone else is doing. (SIREN BLARES) "Proximity alert. Aerial attack imminent." "All personnel to the bunker." (SIREN BLARES) Come on. Come on! What are you doing? Don't close that! Don't... If we live, I'll show you everything. We survived that blast, somewhat. And Dr Mindbender and I escaped with his research, which I perfected and which you will now experience first-hand. Does Ana know about this? About you? (LAUGHS) No, and she never will. Commence the launch sequence. "Commencing launch sequence." "T-minus four, three, two, one. Ignite primary engines." "We have ignition." (RUMBLING) They're launching the missiles! We lost the Beijing missile. Warhead three is down, sir. Alert all defences. Yes, sir. He's here. What about the other two? Find the kill switches. Out of range. Somebody has to shoot those things down. Well,... I guess that's me. Sir. What is it? STRATCOM is tracking three warheads launched off the polar icecap. One was downed immediately. Two are entering the upper atmosphere. Get to the bunker. They haven't made any demands. What's their plan? TEXT ALERT CHIMES Now, this is very cool. Yeah, but can you fly it? I can fly anything. You just find a way to guide me to those warheads. Right. Ripcord... Yeah? Good luck. Thanks. Hey, do me a favour. Yeah? Save Duke. You got it. Whoa. Let's go! The floor is pressure-plated and laser-protected. Anything larger than a quarter that touches that floor gets fried. You left me for dead, Duke, and look at me. Now you'll know what it's like to be a monster. Ugh! Agh! We don't have much time. Ana? Oh, my God. Agh! Oh, Ana! Security to the operating chamber! Rex! I press this, she dies. You did this to your own sister! I loved my sister. Do you have any idea the state she was in with me dead, you gone? 'Have you ever felt truly alone?' (SCREAMS) 'I gave her a way to deal with the pain. I gave her purpose.' You could have just let her know you were alive! Science requires sacrifice. All she's done was because of you! And because of you, Duke. You abandoned her. Let's not forget that point. I'm gonna kill you, Rex. Is she still alive? For now. You said this couldn't happen. I didn't think it could. I've never seen anyone override the programming, even momentarily. She did this for him. The pain must have been excruciating. What you'll have to do is to rewire the laser panel's brain by carefully... Or you can just stab it. This is Scarlett. We're in. Deploy the SHARCs! (COMM) "Detaching SHARCs." "Detaching SHARCs, Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta." "Full speed ahead." "Detaching SHARCs." "SHARCs Victor, Franklin, Tango into flanking positions." "Alright, boys. Attack formation." "Fan out. Wait until the Joes break formation." Stay tight. Here they come. Fire up the pulse cannon! "We're on it, sir." I'll do it! Put it down! Your choice, Duke. (ALARM BLARES) Charging pulse cannon. Stay tight on enemy craft. Don't let that cannon catch you. "Bogey at o'clock. I'm hit! I'm hit! I'm hit!" "Missile two, all telemetry and propulsion systems nominal." Ripcord, can you hear me? "Loud and clear." "Doing Mach six and loving it!" Come on. Time to show me what you got. OK, Rip, I have the coordinates of the other warheads. The closest target is Moscow. Hit that first. Target two is Washington. You'll be safe in this bunker, sir. How soon before it strikes the city? 17 minutes, sir. It's all up to the Joes now. Please hurry, Mr President. (SHOUTING) "General Hawk, we've lost our engines. We're disabled." Take out that cannon. There's 200 Joes on that sub. We're on it, sir. The cannon control room should be right there. Did you think she loved you? Did you imagine your life with her? All I know is, neither one of you deserve her. That's it. She dies! Don't do it, Rex! (YELLING) "(BEEPING)" Come on. (GASPS) I'm gonna get you out of here. No! Get up! You're coming with me. (ALARM BLARES) "Ripcord, the Moscow missile will impact in four minutes." Alright, I got a visual on it. Dead ahead. Knock it down before it re-enters the atmosphere. If those nanomites hit the ground, it's over. Houston, we have a problem. The fire controls are not in here. What do you mean, not in there? I mean, I don't see them anywhere. It must be voice-activated. OK. Fire! Shoot! Blast away! Bust a cap! "Nothing's happening!" It's in a different language. McCullen is Scottish. Maybe the plane responds to Celtic. Try Teine. "What?" Teine. It's Celt, Scottish for fire. "OK, got it." Teine. Whoo! Nice going, ace. You just saved Moscow. Just doing my job. Now guide me to Washington. Yeah. Yeah, thanks. That's great news. I'll let him know. The Joes shot down the warhead heading for Moscow. Thank God. What are you doing? Oh, my God! It's done. Hello, Mr President. Mr McCullen sends his regards. Oh, my God. So that's what this is all about. Unlock your year of Neon today. At Vodafone we're giving you better broadband ` with Neon on us for a year. That's unlimited access to movies for the whole family and all the hit TV shows from around the world on us. Unlock your year of Neon today. Simply sign up to any Unlimited Broadband Data plan for 12 months. Call Vodafone now to sign up. Alright. Keep tight, boys. All guns on that cannon. Torpedoes away! I've just lost my wingman. Retargeting Joe submarine. I've got a shot. "Pulse cannon fault. Pulse cannon fault." "Cannon now offline." The whole damn system's down. I'm trying to bring it back online. Now you die. (MOANS) Launch immediately. Chart a course up to the ice pack. Yes, sir. We gotta go after Rex and McCullen. How could it be Rex? Hey, Scarlett, it's Duke! He looks fine. But what's he doing with her? We got a track on McCullen's sub. He's headed into the ice pack. Duke, behind us! Looks like they're onto us. Ana, shoot those guys. Love to. When our master was killed, you took a vow of silence. Now you will die without a word. Alright, the second one in my sights. Three seconds before it enters the lower atmosphere. I got you! Teine! Ripcord, you missed. The warhead has entered the lower atmosphere. I know, I know! I'm on it, I'm on it! Oh, shit! I can't shake these guys. Duke, I'm out! Alright, let's see what we got here. "LAW." Laser Artillery Weapon. That sounds good. Scarlett! "Hey, Duke!" I'm going after McCullen and Rex. Get out. "I can't. Rip has one more warhead to take down." Where is he? The missile's gone drone. It's going in for the kill! (GASPS) There's a hostile Mantis craft behind us. Seal the door. Sir. There you are. (BEEPING) One got through. I hit them! (BEEPING) Duke! They're back! Going hot in three, two, one. Whoo hoo! There's gotta be another way around to Rex and McCullen. "Charting course for alternate route." "Twenty seconds until impact." Come on, come on, come on. You're too close, Rip! Back off! Actually, I think I'm just about close enough. (BEEPING) Teine! He's taking the nanomites back into the upper atmosphere. "Ripcord, get out of that plane!" (GROANS) Eject, Ripcord, eject! Cur magh! Cur magh! (BEEPING) He did it. He actually did it. Ripcord? "Ripcord?" (ELECTRICAL CRACKLING) Ripcord! "Didn't I ask you not to yell at me?" (ALL CHEER) Everybody, listen up! We still have a lot of Joes out in harm's way. Let's bring 'em home. "Did it work?" "Yes. Yes, it worked." Good. Because I think I'm about to get arrested. Again. All units, move in. Don't move! Hey, hey, same team, same team! Hands up! Same team! OK, OK, OK. What's our status? "We lost aft thrusters and sonar." "We're running blind." Kill them. Kill all the Joes. Detonate the ice pack. "Right away, sir." (BEEPING) They're telling the other ships to abort. He's gonna blow the ice pack. This is Duke calling all Joes. There's a ton of steel and ice headed your way! What? (LOUD RUMBLING) Everybody, pull back! Pull back now! (CRACKING) The door, the door! Get the door! (BEEPING) Come on! We could get out of here right now, free and clear, safe and sound. Let's get 'em. That's my girl. Cutting it close, Duke. I'm not letting those two get away. Come on, guys, get out of there! Snake! "This is Scarlett. We're all clear." "This is Duke. Us, too." Yo, Joe! Ha ha! (ALL CHEER) (CRACKLING) Now that we have a moment to ourselves, I've designed something especially for you, James. This will only hurt a little. Argh. Argh! What comes next, more so. (GROANS) Nanomites, perfect little healers. (GASPS) I've finally taken my place in a long line of McCullens. James McCullen is no more. Now you are Destro. What have you done to me? (DEVICE BEEPS) Argh! (ELECTRICAL SURGE) The time has come for the cobra to rise up and reveal himself. You will call me... Commander. This is Captain Duke Hauser. Prepare to be boarded. "Sir." You are relentless, Duke. I'll give you that much. And what's to stop me from blowing you out of the water? "Self-preservation." I'm taking you in, Rex. "(LAUGHS)" You and what army? My army. You know, Duke, this has only just begun. I'll be waiting for you. (BEEPING) (BEEPING) I've never seen encoding like this. Physically, she's fine, but Rex sure didn't want them taken out. There's nothing you can do for her? It'll take time, but we'll take them out. Till we get those things out of your head, you'll be seeing a lot of me round here. You can't save me, Duke. No-one can, not after all I've done. Look, that wasn't you. I'm not giving up on you. (INDISTINCT RADIO COMMS) Man, we look good. You better get used to it. Heavy Duty thinks you should stick round permanently. So, you're asking us, right? I'm asking. Well, I'm in. How do you feel about this? I feel very, erm,... emotional. "All Joes mobilised and ready checked for Operation Mongoose." "All ground transports, rendezvous at Base Brothers Grimm." "All Howler Hunters, rendezvous at Base Roman Ruin. Good luck, Joes." (APPLAUSE) Mr President, good to see you. Thank you. And you. Nice to have you back safe, Sir. John. Welcome back, Sir. Thank you. Thank you all so much. (CRACKS KNUCKLES / WHISTLES "FOR HE'S A JOLLY GOOD FELLOW")