Fight? We use our principles. I mean that's how we are gonna get to vote. Although I am not opposed to engaging in a bitter fist stickups -- should the occasion arise!
Not everyone gets to be where they want to be all the time. Me? I'm an actor. I love acting. I didn't want to be a soldier -- But I'm the wrong color. Everyone's fighting their own battle, Diana. Just as you're fighting yours!
Hey, May! How you doing? What are you wearing? Something skimpy, I hope -- Peter, that's inappropriate! All right, let's start over. You can edit it. 3, 2, 1 -- Hey, May!
Under the radar! That's how we survive. If you bring Damage Control or the Avengers down here, we're through. You're out there wearing that goofy thing, lightin' up cars, calling yourself the Shocker! 「I'm the Shocker! I shock people!」 What is this, pro wrestling?
Do you know I was the only one who believed in you? Everyone else said I was crazy to recruit a 14 year old kid.
I'm 15 --
No, this is where you zip it! All right? The adult is talking! What if somebody had died tonight? Different story, right? Because that's on you. And if you died, I feel like that's on me. I don't need that on my conscience.
Simple. The Umbrella Corporation derived its primary income from the sale of viral weaponry, something that's impossible to test in the real world. They re-created the center of New York, simulated an outbreak, showed it to the Russians and sold them the virus. They simulated an outbreak in Moscow, sold it to the Americans. An outbreak in Tokyo --
Sold it to the Chinese.
An outbreak in China --
Sold it to the Japanese.
Exactly. Everyone had to have it. The Umbrella Corporation built a new arms race. Only, this time, it was biological rather than nuclear. Highly profitable. And this is where it all happened. This is Umbrella's greatest creation! -- The belly of the beast.
This facility is located in the straits of Kamchatka, northern Russia. The old Soviet Union built submarine pens here in the 80s. After the Cold War ended, the Umbrella Corporation expanded them and built the testing floor. -- No one has ever escaped from this facility.
Bro, that's the thing. I don't give him shit, all right? He just follows me around smiling with his little 1910 gun, bro.
You don't get it, do you?
What, Spence?
These guys guard us. Any one of us gets killed -- Dostum might execute the man he thinks is responsible and his whole family. And this poor boy got you!
You will not win here because you are not honest with yourself. You expect victory without blood.
I expect you to share strategic information with us! Otherwise what the fuck are we doing here?
Your anger comes from your fear -- because you live in a place where life looks better than afterlife. That's not this place. Here, Taliban kills everything you live for. Your mission will fail because you fear death. Mullah Razzan's men, the Taliban, they welcome it. Because they believe there is riches waiting for them in Heaven.
This is Afghanistan. Graveyard of many empires! Today you are our friend, tomorrow you are our enemy. It won't be any different for you. Soon America will become just another tribe here. You will be cowards if you leave. And you will be our enemies if you stay.
Stress management. You watch the fishes -- You water the plants -- Special breathing exercises. Monitor your blood pressure. Listen to pleasant sounds. -- Relax! Personally, I think it may all be a pile of shit -- But when you're facing a bypass, you stop asking questions. Look, just out of curiosity, and since I figure cops are cops the world over, how do you Soviets deal with all the tension and stress?
Chinese find way. Right after revolution, they round up all drug dealers, all drug addicts, take them to public square, and shoot them in back of head.
Never work here. Fucking politicians wouldn't go for it.
You want to know what my crime is? My crime was being born. I'm 38 years old and I've been locked up 26 of those. I educated myself in here. I've come to understand this country was built on exploiting the black man. Of course, I don't hear anything about brothers in your country. But your country exploits its own people just the same. So I guess that makes me the only Marxist around here, right, comrade? You see, this ain't just no drug deal. This is politics, baby. This is economics. This is spiritual. I plan to sell drugs to every white man in the world -- and his sister!
The people have many needs. One is law and order. Other, entertainment. We both have our codes, Vanya. Yours, one of the state. Mine, one of thieves. We both respect courage. We even hold our own lives in contempt.
Where the hell are all the cops? Damn, they're never around when you need one, you know! You make a U-turn, they're all over your ass? Where the fuck are they!
The T-virus brought me back. But it's so strong -- It fights for full control. And I thought that if I ingested fresh human DNA, I could redress the balance.
No wonder your crew abandoned ship.(納得)
No matter. Now I have a new subordinate. And a new plan. You were the only one who successfully bonded with the T-virus. Your DNA is stronger than the others. I ingest you -- I gain control.
That's pretty smart thinking. There is only one problem with that plan?