Cutter: Well, I think we agree this is more than a little weird.
Sully: Who the hell drives their car underground?
Cutter: Oh, well, let me think. Someone who doesn't want to be followed. You know, it's just a guess.
Sully: Smart ass.
Nate: It looks like they just bored straight into the old service tunnels.
Cutter: It's locked.
Nate: Not for long. Come on. We should be able to squeeze through here. I think.
Sully: Lead on, Macduff.
Cutter: Oh for God's sake.
Cutter: Lay on. It's 'Lay on, Mac-duff.' Can we hurry it along please, mate?
Sully: You all right back there?
Cutter: Yeah, yeah. You know, just not keen on the old tight spaces that's all.
Sully: Just keep moving.
Cutter: Oh, thank God for that.
Nate: Who the hell is Mac-duff?
Cutter: Is there no bottom to your ignorance?
Man 1: They're here.
Cutter: Oh yeah, nice one mate.
Okay, tunnel's right below us. At least we're still on the right path. Whoa. That is a long way down. Careful, it's slippery.
There's more of them. Get down.
Sully: Wait until they're close enough.
Nate: Take cover.
Sully: Well, that could have gone better.
Cutter: Hey, there's a passage up there.
Nate: Look out here it comes.
Cutter: Well done, mate.
Nate: Look's like there's some sort of gate up there.
Sully: How about you, Cutter? A little help here.
Cutter: Sure I've got you.
Nate: All right, ready? Pull.
Sully: Got it.
Nate: Okay, Charlie, come on.
Cutter: There's the tunnel again.
Sully: That's too far to drop though, we'll break our damn necks.
Nate: Down here.
Sully: Where the hell are we headed now?