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 Xlll,
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.
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!
Do you have 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!
We are not going to kill you, McCullen.
We're 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!
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 worlïs first nanomite warhead.
Each of these warheads contains 7 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 any unwanted destruction.
Gentlemen, I'm pleased to announce that tomorrow morning,
your first order of nanotech warheads ships from my factory in Kyrgyzstan.
Weapons case on the move. ETA two minutes to NATO team.
All right, listen up. NATO wants the best of the best.
Thats why we're here. We got Panthers front and back.
RHINO's carrying the package in the middle.
Minimum distance at all times. Apaches are covering us from overhead.
Detail, attention. Fall out, boys.
Captain Hauser, Mr. McCullen requires a signature.
Not gonna explode, is it?
They're not weaponized yet, and the kill switches are inside.
All the same, I'd avoid potholes if I were you.
- Hey, Bill? - Yeah?
Put that in the RHINO, would you?
All right, ladies! Mount up!
Okay, Apaches, we're heavy, so keep your eyes open.
Roger that. Skies are clear all the way to Ganci.
- Hey, Duke, I've been thinking. - You know, I warned you about that.
I've been thinking about where we should transfer to.
- Don't say the Air Force. - The Air Force!
What did I say? I thought we were done with this conversation.
You were done with this conversation, not me.
You know, I've been flying
- since I was 13 years old. - Thirteen years old.
You know, I don't think your daïs crop-duster counts as hours logged.
I'm talking jets, man. Jets.
And you know I qualify every time we're on leave.
- You want to get up in the air? - Yeah.
- I'll buy you a trampoline. - I filled out the application.
Really? They accept those in crayon?
Come on, dude. Give me one good reason why not.
'Cause I want to be on the ground, in the fight, not flying over it.
Pioneer 1, this is Pioneer 2, going night vision.
- Roger that. - Go ahead and back off.
Give me some separation.
Pioneer 1, this is Pioneer 2. Going NVS.
Roger.
Hey, Duke, weren't we supposed to meet up
with the recon team at 40 klicks?
- Yeah. So? - Well, we just passed kilometer 41.
- Eyes out, eyes out! - Sweep's still clear, sir.
Roger that. There's 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.
Stop!
- Bird down! Bird down! - Back up! Back up! Back up!
All units, we are under attack! They're after the warheads!
Pioneer 2, engage!
- Put that asshole on the ground! - Roger that. Put some hurt on this guy!
Tommy guns. Firing, firing, firing!
- Missiles armed. - Match and shoot.
Match and shoot! Missiles off!
They shot them right out of the air.
Oh, my God.
- Pioneer 2 is down! We've lost our air! - They're boxing us in!
All units, fan out! I repeat, all units, fan out!
I want SAMs on that thing! Light him up! Light him up!
He's coming around. Get those.50s on him!
Incoming!
Hold on!
You okay?
Yeah, but my leg is pinned. What the hell was that?
- Come on, we gotta get in this fight. - Careful, my leg!
Come on, buddy, lets go. Lets go, get up, come on!
Duke, you gotta go get those warheads!
Shut up! I gotta get you out of here first!
Fire at the opening! Right side, right side!
Get up, get up, get up, get up!
My damn leg!
- You wait here, okay? - Where are you going?
I gotta go get that case.
Air Force, right.
Don't move!
- Hello, Duke. - Ana?
Now, you have to admit, you had that coming.
Ana!
Bye-bye.
Ana! Ana!
Don't make me shoot a woman.
Incoming!
Stand down. Stand the hell down!
- Put the weapon down, sir. - We're not the enemy.
Pointing your weapons at me doesn't make you my friend, now, does it?
Please hand over the case, sir.
I don't know you, and I sure as hell don't know who they are,
and until I find out, I'm not lowering anything
and I ain't handing anything over.
If it weren't for us, you'd be out there with the rest of your boys.
- So hand over the case. - Whats your unit?
Thats classified.
Someone would like to have a word with you.
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.
Those aren't the words that come to mind right now.
I wasn't told anything about any support for this mission,
so why don't you tell your team to stand down?
We could turn this into one big turkey 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.
My name is 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.
Hey, I just need to deactivate the tracking beacon for security.
Put down that weapons case, son, and let us deliver those warheads.
No way. I signed for them.
Its my mission, my package. I carry them, I deliver them.
Well, thats just fine, but you seem to be a little short of transportation right now,
so my Team Alpha will deliver you to me.
And where exactly are you, sir?
Come see for yourself.
I thought all you Special Ops guys were tough.
We are tough. But we're also sensitive.
I got it. Thanks.
Wow, this is some primo stuff here.
Hey, bro, you got some real lifelike hair over there.
And a kung fu grip.
- Lie down. - Okay.
What kind of outfit is this, anyway?
Its not regular Army, based on all the accents.
You're British. What are you, 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.
He doesn't say. So, somehow you're all in the same unit,
but one you can't tell me the name of, right?
We'd get tossed for telling.
You're gonna go after those guys that hit my convoy, huh?
Well, whoever you are and whatever this unit is,
I want in.
General.
- Whats up, girl? - Good job, Joes.
Outstanding.
Welcome to the Pit, Duke. I've read a lot about you two.
Well, you can't believe everything you read. See, I actually...
I understand we even tried to recruit you a few years back.
- I never got asked to join any Op group. - Really?
You don't remember Thailand about four years ago?
Right before you broke up that bar?
About four years ago, my boy had issues.
I mean, his issues had issues.
I've been in the military my entire life
and I have never seen a tac operation like this.
All right, you trusted me, I guess I'll trust you.
Technically, G.I. 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, the alpha dogs.
When all else fails, we don't.
Ten nations signed on in our first year,
working together, sharing intel. Now we have 23.
- Whats that? - Camouflage suit.
It photographs everything behind you and puts it in front of you.
- Mr. McCullen is standing by, sir. - Patch him through via TelePresence.
- So who hit us? - Currently unknown.
But one thing's for sure,
she's got highly classified intel and state-of-the-art weaponry,
which means there's a whole hell of a lot of money behind her.
Their capabilities are beyond anything we've ever encountered.
Yeah, thats the one and only reason why we got our asses kicked out there.
We need to find out everything we can about her.
Knowing is half the battle.
Gentlemen, Mr. McCullen,
CEO of MARS Industries and the builder of these warheads.
General, clearly you were the security option I should have chosen.
What did you just say? My team did everything we could out there,
- 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 four warheads.
Your job, Captain, was to protect them,
and if it wasn't for General Hawk, you'd have failed.
Thats not a fair assessment. 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 hidden in the case.
- We already have. - 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.
- Whats the code? - 5-2-9-4-4-0.
Please keep me informed of your progress, General.
Breaker?
My voice analyzer 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 you had let me stage the assault at your precious factory,
I could have 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.
Its 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. - 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.
Thats what we're going to fix, Mr. Zartan.
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've created 20 Neo-Vipers.
- Nineteen stand before you. - Is it working?
We injected 1,000 cc 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, Doctor?
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.
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.
Construction of the presidential bunker has also been completed.
Now, if we sold one warhead on the black market,
I could continue my research.
I appreciate your thirst for knowledge, Doctor,
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.
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 in some way at some time.
Football game, ATM machine, airport...
We'll find her, and then we'll find out who sent her.
- From NATO, sir. - Are you okay?
What happened to her?
Well, it appears that I've been made official custodian of the warheads.
Looks like your mission is complete here, Duke.
When you move them, she's gonna come after you. You know that, right?
And with her intel and toys, she'll find you.
Whats your point?
You're going after her first and we want in.
General, it was our team that got wasted out there. We deserve payback.
You don't ask to be part of G.I. Joe. You get asked.
You scouted me four years ago. Now I'm ready. Lets have at it.
Well, I've lost men, too, Captain.
- Lf 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 could tell you everything you need to know about her,
up until the last four years.
After that, obviously, a lot of things have changed.
Finally, my wife is home.
Hello, Daniel. How was your meeting with the Minister of Defense?
He was thrilled. The accelerator performed flawlessly.
I wish you would have been there.
You and your little 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 besides, his work at the lab goes much better after we've touched.
And thats the important thing.
So what are you doing? Spying on me?
If I was spying on you, you would never know.
Getting closer.
You were my best student.
I'll be coming with you to retrieve the warheads.
We go at dawn.
Come on, Ana.
Okay, so, I've been wanting to do this before we deploy.
Duke, its beautiful. Its 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, Rex.
I apologize. I just came to offer you a ride back to post.
What? Its time already?
- Yeah, we got to go at 0500. - Is it...
Yeah, it is, right? Thats why you're pulling Rex out of the lab.
- Ana, look, I'm sorry, but I can't... - Yeah, yeah, classified, top secret,
you'd have to kill me if you told me, blah-blah-blah.
And speaking of classified information, you still haven't answered me.
Yes. Yes. Of course its 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 favorite people. - Mr. Weems. Good, man?
- Yeah. - Look.
Wow. Nice rock. Thats a lot of love.
- Are you proposing? - I'm actually done proposing.
- I already said yes. - Oh, my God! Congratulations!
Beautiful! You guys are like the little white couple on the wedding cake.
How cute. Give me some love.
Congratulations. Wait. Its not official.
- What? - Its not official.
- Not until you answer my question. - Okay.
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.
Lets suit up.
Head-to-toe hydraulics and highly pressurized pneumatics.
An advanced cybernetics heads-up display helmet,
which feeds into the suit.
You think it, it does it.
Twin gas-propelled grappling spears
and triple-explosive, heat-seeking, fire-and-forget rockets.
And my personal favorite,
a 10-millimeter caseless Gatling submachine gun,
capable of firing 50 rounds per second. Fully self-contained firepower.
Perfect for a couple of cowboys like you.
I just missed everything you said. Hey, how do I look?
- Pretty cool, huh? - Any questions?
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.
Oh, shit!
- Again. - Again?
Just so you know, some targets are harder to hit than others.
- Again. - You're gonna need that helmet.
Stand down, Snake Eyes.
All right. Walk away. Its over. This ain't pay-per-view.
I'm nasty with it!
You missed one.
Come on. That gotta be some kind of a record or something.
- The record is all 20 killed. - Who did that? Let me guess.
- Snake Eyes? - No. Me.
If you're gonna shoot at something, kill it. Otherwise, take up knitting.
Beginner's luck. Stay focused.
- Again. - Again?
I have never seen Snake Eyes take a hit.
They're Joes.
Maybe.
Lets go.
Hey, man, Breaker told me that Scarlett graduated college at 12 years old.
She's like some freaky little deadly genius.
- Rip. I get it, Rip. You like her. - Sorry, my bad.
- To hell with it. - Rip. Rip.
Into the valley of death rode the 600.
Hey, what are you doing? A little beach reading?
Okay.
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. What I'm trying to say is...
- We're attracted to each other. - Thank you!
Thats what you're saying. Its not what I'm saying.
Its not?
So, what are you saying?
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.
Okay. I'll get back to you on that one.
Attention! General on deck!
At ease. Duke,
you scored in the top half percent 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.
Sir, sensors detecting seismic activity to the southwest.
Probably just a tremor, but have a team check it.
There's our little weapons case.
All right. You three, guard the machines.
- Sorry to disturb you, sir. - Thats all right, Corporal.
I need you to sign here, here and here. And also here, here...
Goodbye, sweetheart.
Thats right. You don't kill women.
For you, Zartan, I'd make an exception.
Warheads, Rip! Come on!
Go, go!
We've got the warheads. Prep the Mole Pods for evac.
- We're on our way. - We're already on it.
- Now how do we get out of here? - Follow me.
Like thats gonna happen.
Find the control room. Open the exterior hatch.
- And secure this area. - We're on it.
Clear.
Go, go!
- 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.
Duke, watch out!
Ana, drop the case!
Hello, brother.
Damn!
Eat this!
Hey, genius!
See you, Duke.
- 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 another day or so.
He's one tough bastard.
Hey.
- You all right? - I'm fine.
- I didn't want anyone to see me like this. - Why?
I don't know. All the men we lost, General Hawk wounded,
my neck just 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 thats what he wanted you to learn.
But then again, that would be an emotional response,
one that can't be explained or quantified.
Hey. Looks like we're all seeing ghosts today, huh?
Storm Shadow!
English, Storm Shadow. Where are your 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 do you keep it?
So that I never forget the most important rule in dealing arms.
Let me guess. Never sell to both sides?
Never get caught selling to both sides.
Take the warheads to Paris. Have them weaponized.
- Then I want you to 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 will never forget,
as I've 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.
Yes, as a master of disguise, you have no equal, my friend.
Eighteen months of studying my target, learning mannerisms,
but the devil is in the details.
Gentlemen, lets get it going.
One more thing.
I'll control my own brain, thank you very much.
Lets do this.
- Wow. That was a bit nasty. - Think so?
Lets run some tests.
Eye color. Skin tone. Hair follicles.
And initiating facial reconstruction tests.
We gotta find out who's holding their leash.
With their weaponry, financing and intel, these guys are high-line pros.
That limits the possibilities.
- Hey, the weapons case. - What?
Remember, McCullen had us open the weapons case?
- What about it? - I bet you he gave us a code
that reactivated the tracking beacon.
You're right. McCullen, that son of a bitch.
So, McCullen uses NATO to fund his R&D
and then he steals the warheads back.
- And who says you're not a thinker? - Hey, I found her.
Yeah, thats her all right.
Her name is Ana de Cobray. Baroness, if you're feeling formal.
Baroness? Wow, she really traded up, huh? Financially, of course.
- Who's he? - Daniel de Cobray.
Big shot French scientist. Runs a lab in Paris.
- Lab? What kind of lab? - Particle accelerator.
Oh, my God. They're going to use him to weaponize the warheads.
Well, thats where she's going.
I like croissants.
- Go, go, go, go! - Come on! Lets go! Lets go!
Pull up on the truck!
Go, go, go!
- Two o'clock! - Go, go, go, go, go!
Go, lets move!
- In the alley! - Get down, get down!
You see them?
- Two more on the left! - Get down!
Dubble Bubble? It always helps me.
Yeah. Hey, you good?
- Yeah? - Yeah.
All right, Mr. Science Officer, you're up, okay?
You don't find it in four minutes, you get out of there.
That house will not be there in five. I already called for the air strike.
Come on! Here we go!
I got you! Go, go, go, go!
Oh, crap!
Rooftop!
Hey, Duke, I gotta level with you.
- I hate it when you level with me. - Its going to be a long five minutes.
No, no, no! Its too early. Its too early!
- Duke! - Rex! Rex!
Rex.
Duke! Come on. We gotta go.
- I gotta get Rex. - We gotta go, man!
Black Hawk's waiting! We gotta go! Nothing you can do!
- Nothing you can do, man! Come on! - I gotta get Rex.
Ready. Aim. Fire.
Forward, march.
Are you going to sign in or shall I?
Ana?
Who is this?
Hey! What are you doing?
- Whats going on here? - I need you to do something for me
and I don't have much time.
What are these things?
They're warheads, dear.
And I need you to weaponize them for me, or we'll kill everyone in here.
Hey! This is a civilian laboratory!
We don't have the correct programming protocols for weaponizing!
The protocols are in the case. I told you, I don't have much time.
Hey, is that Dubble Bubble?
But its my last piece.
- Come on, give it to me. - All right, there you go.
All right. Stick to the plan. Scarlett, Snake Eyes, take the front.
Rip, Duke, take the back. Breaker will be our eyes and ears.
I'll give the orders from here.
- You do what I say, when I say. Got it? - Yes, Daddy.
Here.
- They're all alive. - Merci, Daniel.
I told you I'd kill him if he touched you again.
I heard you the first time.
Okay, we're almost there. Scarlett, you better put your suit on.
Thats her.
Take that Hummer, Snake!
Careful. They're worth millions of dollars each.
Millions of dollars. Got it.
- Jesus. - My bad. My bad. Won't happen again!
Thanks a lot, buddy!
Come on, Scarlett, babe. You in or out? We gotta get in this fight!
Tracking signal is good. Don't let go of that truck, Snake Eyes.
Lets get that bastard off the roof.
Look out!
Hey, Heavy, its getting thick out here!
Yeah, I know. They're driving right into the heaviest traffic.
What kind of escape route is that?
Maybe they're not trying to escape. Maybe they're heading somewhere.
- Possible target? - Yes.
Some place with a lot of metal.
- They're going to blow it up. All units! - Guys, you have to stop them!
Yeah, we're working on it.
I mean right 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.
Shit!
Oh, God!
I got you. I got you.
- Nice save, slick. - Come on,
don't start being all nice to me now. Gotta go.
Get in!
All right, Rip, lets take this thing down! Hang on, Snake!
Try this on for size, boys.
Oh, shit!
We lost them!
Cut through that building across the street.
- Where's the door? - Make one!
Right! Come on, Rip!
I'm coming. I'm coming!
I don't have them! Where are they?
- They're evacuating the Tower. - We're only 2 kilometers away.
Snake, we're running out of time. You gotta do something.
Its now or never.
- He gave up. - He never gives up.
Coming through!
Okay, 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. I told you to read that manual.
There's a manual?
Next time, I'll drive.
Here. Take the kill switch.
Come on. Get out of the way!
Hey, guys, they're alive and they're on the move.
And they've activated the warhead. I'm tracking the kill switch now.
Duke! Duke, its on the Baroness!
Storm Shadow has one of the warheads, and its armed!
Get out of my way! Get out!
Get out!
Nice shoes.
You get the warhead, I'll get the kill switch.
Yeah, I'm on it.
Damn, that ninja's fast!
No.
Oh, no!
- Bloody hell. - No.
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.
- Is that blood? - Spaghetti sauce. Don't ask.
- They got Duke. - We know.
- What are you doing? - Plugging into his cerebral cortex.
I hate to break the news to you,
but I don't think he's gonna give you much in his dead condition.
The brain survives a couple of minutes after death.
We can retrieve the electrical impulses from his most recent memories
- and convert them to images. - Well, can we find Duke?
We need to find the other three warheads first.
If this guy remembers his way home, maybe we can find both.
Okay, here come the images. Lets see where this guy's been.
- He's still alive! - He can't be.
He's got 3-inch needles in his head!
- Hey, dead guys don't breakdance! - Whats happening, Breaker?
- Nanomites, they're eating him. - Must be some sort of self-destruct.
- Hurry, Breaker! - Come on, come on, come on.
No. No!
No, no, no!
The beauty of nanotechnology.
- We are screwed. - Relax. I got everything I could.
What? Then what the hell was the, "No, no, no, no!" for?
That was for McCullen.
- They were watching us. - Okay. So what did you get?
Actually, not that much. Just images.
Come on, Frenchie. I thought you said you was the best at this.
- I am the best at this! - All right.
- Nobody can do what I just did. - Okay.
Wait, no.
We didn't do it. We're the good guys.
- Put your hands up, Rip. - We don't have time for this!
We're not allowed to engage with friendly forces.
They don't look too friendly to me. I gotta get my boy.
- Look, Captain... - Rip!
We're still trying to locate the three remaining warheads, sir.
- Whats the status of the Joes? - They've been detained.
- The French are pretty upset. - Of course they're upset.
Get me the French Ambassador.
...in a matter of seconds by a strike by a missile...
Hey, no, no!
Please don't touch that! Thats my equipment. Its very...
Okay, he's touching it.
- Nice going, slick. - Its 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? Like, never, never, ever?
There's more.
All of 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?
Okay.
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.
Master!
Master.
Okay, so what about Duke? We're just gonna forget about him?
We've got our orders.
Look, man, what if it was one of your guys?
What if it was Scarlett or Breaker? What would you do then?
Looks pretty remote. Might be a good location for a base.
Snow. That leaves us with what, a third of the earth?
Yeah.
- Hey, is that McCullen's shadow? - What you got?
- Spherical trigonometry. - I must have missed that class.
If you know the height of the object, the length of the shadow,
and the time and date that the image was captured,
- you can figure out its location. - Thats why I missed that class.
All right, Breaker, give it to me. What have we got?
Okay. McCullen is 180 centimeters tall. His shadow is 46 centimeters.
This image has decayed 6%,
which means its 51 hours and 17 minutes old.
Thats 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.
That is a lot of ice.
Thousands of miles across and 10 stories thick.
Locating McCullen's base will be like finding a needle in a coal mine.
- Haystack. - Oh, right.
Haystack in a coal mine.
No! McCullen has plans for him!
Enough!
And what was your plan?
Run 3,000 miles across the ice?
Stupid soldier.
Move it.
- Thats strange. - What?
When they stole the weapons case, I set my scanner
to look out for the tracking beacon in case it came back on.
- And it just came back on. - Thats 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?
Its funny, isn't it? The entire balance of power in the world about to shift,
two guys can still have a stare-down over who gets the girl.
I'm gonna make you very unhappy.
- I'm already unhappy. - Get up!
Video from the Aqua Cam is coming online now.
Bloody hell.
They've built a military base under the polar icecap.
Its the perfect location. Nearly undetectable, easily defensible.
- Duke's got to be 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.
They've got tunnels running through the ice pack.
Hey, look, they've got their own attack subs.
Okay, whats that?
- Missile tubes. - Must be for the nanomite warheads.
Take us up. I'll create a distraction from outside and keep them busy
while you lot infiltrate the facility from above. We'll find Duke...
- Grab the warheads. - Kill all 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.
Okay, then.
What are you gonna do with the warheads?
You take to your training well. Thats 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 are gonna die if you launch those warheads,
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.
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.
- The teams have been deployed, sir. - Get me a satellite uplink.
I wanna see everything thats going on down there.
You picking up anything?
Negative. There's nothing on the scanner.
- Nice shooting. - Thank you.
We're a long way from Miami.
Thats 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 son of a bitch! 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.
...subject number 23.
This will only hurt a little.
What comes next, more so.
Listen, Mindbender, do whatever it takes.
So will I.
Remember, science requires sacrifice.
- Its beautiful, isn't it? - Stay where you are!
Are you going to shoot me?
These aren't chemical or nuclear, are they?
No.
They're something much, much better.
It is beautiful.
Nanomites, its beyond...
Its light years ahead of what anyone else is doing in the field.
Proximity alert.
Aerial attack imminent. All personnel to the bunker.
Come on. Come on! What?
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?
No, and she never will.
Commence the launch sequence.
Commencing launch sequence. T-minus four, three, two, one.
Ignite primary engines.
We have ignition.
They're launching the missiles!
We lost the Beijing missile. Warhead three is down, sir.
- Alert all defenses. - Yes, sir.
He's here.
- What about the other two? - We gotta find the kill switches.
They're already way too far out of range.
Somebody has to get up there and shoot those things down.
Well, I guess thats me.
- Sir. - What is it?
STRATCOM is tracking three warheads
that have just launched off the polar icecap.
One was downed immediately.
The other two are currently entering the upper atmosphere.
We need to get you down to the bunker, sir.
Well, they haven't made any demands. Whats their plan?
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 favor. - Yeah?
- Save Duke. - You got it.
Lets 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 its like to be a monster.
- We don't have much time. - Ana?
Oh, my God.
- 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?
I gave her a way to deal with the pain. I gave her purpose.
You could have stopped all of this just by letting her know you were alive!
Science requires sacrifice.
All she's done was because of you!
And because of you, Duke. You abandoned her.
- Lets not forget that point. - I'm gonna kill you, Rex.
- Is she still alive? - For now.
I thought we had complete control. 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!
Detaching SHARCs 1-3...
Detaching SHARCs Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta.
- Full speed ahead. - Detaching SHARCs.
SHARCs Victor, Franklin, Tango into flanking positions.
All right, 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.
Charging pulse cannon.
Everybody stay tight on the enemy craft.
Don't let that cannon catch you out in the open.
Bogey at 10 o'clock.
I'm hit! I'm hit! I'm hit!
Missile 2, all telemetry and propulsion systems nominal.
- Ripcord, can you hear me? - Loud and clear, buddy.
Doing Mach 6 and loving it!
Come on, girl. Time to show me what you got.
Okay, Rip, I have the coordinates of the other two warheads.
The closest target is Moscow. You'll have to hit that one first.
Target two is Washington.
You'll be safe down in this bunker, sir.
- How soon before it strikes the city? - Seventeen minutes, sir.
- Its all up to the Joes now. - Please hurry, Mr. President.
We need to get you buttoned up.
General Hawk, we've lost our engines. We're completely disabled.
Somebody take out that damn cannon. There's 200 Joes on that sub.
We're on it, sir. All right, Snake,
the cannon control room should be right there,
where all the laser conduits converge.
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!
Come on.
I'm gonna get you out of here.
Get up!
You're coming with me.
Ripcord, the Moscow missile will impact in four minutes.
All right, I got a visual on it.
Dead ahead.
You have to knock it down before it re-enters the atmosphere.
If those nanomites hit the ground, its all over.
They'll destroy the whole city.
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.
Okay. Fire!
Shoot! Blast away! Bust a cap!
- Nothing's happening! - I bet its in a different language.
Wait a minute. McCullen is Scottish. Maybe the plane responds to Celtic.
- Try Teine. - What?
- Teine. Its Celt, Scottish for fire. - Okay, got it.
Nice going, ace. You just saved Moscow.
Just doing my job. Now guide me to Washington.
Yeah. Yeah, thanks, thats great news. I'll let him know.
Sir, one of the Joes shot down the warhead heading for Moscow.
Thank God.
What are you doing? Oh, my God!
Its done.
Hello, Mr. President. Mr. McCullen sends his regards.
Oh, my God.
So, thats what this is all about.
All right. 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.
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, its Duke!
- He looks fine. - But whats he doing with her?
Okay, we got a track on McCullen's sub. He's headed up 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.
All right, the second one in my sights.
Okay, Rip, you only got 30 seconds before it enters the lower atmosphere.
I got you!
- Ripcord, you missed. - The warhead has entered
the lower atmosphere.
I know, I know! I'm on it, I'm on it!
Shit!
- I can't shake these guys. - Duke, I'm out!
- All right, lets see what we got here. - Black Ray, Eliminator, LAW.
Laser Artillery Weapon. That sounds good.
- Scarlett! - Hey, Duke!
I'm going after McCullen and Rex.
You guys better get the hell out of there.
I can't. Rip has one more warhead to take down.
Rip, where is he?
The missile's just gone drone. Its going in for the kill!
Sir, there's a hostile Mantis craft coming up behind us.
- Seal the door. - Sir.
There you are.
One got through. I hit them!
Duke! They're back!
Going hot in three, two, one.
There's gotta be another way around to Rex and McCullen.
Charting new 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.
He's taking the nanomites back into the upper atmosphere.
Ripcord, get out of that plane!
Almost there!
Eject, Ripcord, eject!
He did it. He actually did it.
Ripcord?
Ripcord!
Didn't I ask you not to yell at me?
Everybody, listen up! We still have a lot of Joes out there in harm's way.
Lets bring them home.
- Did it work? - Yes, yes, it worked.
Good. Because I think I'm about to get arrested, again.
Don't move!
- Hey, hey, same team, same team! - Hands up!
Same team.
Okay, okay, okay.
- Whats our status? - We've lost aft thrusters and the sonar.
- We're running blind. - Kill them. Kill all the Joes.
- Detonate the ice pack. - Right away, sir.
They're telling the other ships to abort. He's gonna blow the ice pack.
This is Duke calling all Joes. The ice pack's coming down!
There's a ton of steel and ice
- headed your way! - What?
Everybody, pull back! Pull back now!
Door! The door, the door! Get the door!
Come on!
Ana, we could get out of here right now, free and clear, safe and sound.
- Lets get them. - Thats my girl.
- This is 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. We're clear, too.
Yo, Joe!
Yeah!
Now that we have a moment to ourselves,
I've designed something
- especially for you, James. - No!
This will only hurt a little.
What comes next, more so.
Nanomites, perfect little healers.
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?
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 whats to stop me from blowing you out of the water?
Self-preservation. I'm taking you in, Rex.
You and what army?
My army.
You know, Duke, this has only just begun.
I'll be waiting for you.
I've never seen encoding like this. I mean, physically, she's fine,
but when Rex programmed them, he sure didn't want them taken out.
- So there's nothing you can do for her? - I'll take some time,
but we'll take them out.
Till we get those things out of your head,
looks like you're gonna be seeing a lot of me around 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.
- Man, we look good. - Yeah, well, you better get used to it.
Heavy Duty thinks you guys ought to stick around permanently.
So, you're asking us, right?
Yeah, 'cause he didn't sound like he was asking.
'Cause you gotta be asked to join the G.I. Joes.
I'm asking.
Well, I'm in.
- How do you feel about this? - I feel very emotional.
All Joes mobilize and ready check for Operation Mongoose.
All ground transports, rendezvous at Base Brothers Grimm.
All Howler Hunters will rendezvous at Base Roman Ruin.
Good luck, Joes.
Mr. President, its good to see you.
- Thank you. And you. - Its nice to have you back safely, sir.
- Thank you. John. - Welcome back, sir.
Thank you. Thank you all so much.
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