Woman 1: Now . . . Well, its funny how things work out, isn't it? You betray my trust, and now, we find ourselves here. As if it were in the cards all along.
Nate: Charlie, don't.
Charlie: Shit. Shit.
Nate: No, no.
Sully: Hurry! Go!
Charlie: Ah shit! Bollocks!
Nate: Don't move! Don't move!
Charlie: Jesus, my leg! Don't touch it!
Nate: It's broken!
Charlie: I know it's broken!
Woman 2: Just easy does it, mate. Hang on.
Nate, look at this.
Sully: Oh, what the hell!
Man 1: This way!
Woman 2: Okay, we can't stay here.
Charlie: Just leave me the gun. I'll kill those bastards.
Nate: No way. We're getting you out of here. Come on, get up.
Sully: I got him.
Nate: You got him?
Sully: You cover us.
Charlie: How is that possible? I shot him right in that disgusting nancy boy waistcoat.
Woman 2: Shit! It's an ambush!
Charlie: Well, you saw it!
Woman 2: We need to get him to a doctor! Let's get the hell out of here!
Let's get the hell out of here!
Nate: Watch out!
Sully: We need to hurry. They're right behind us.
Woman 2: Help me with the door! Okay, come on, guys.
Sully: Look out! There's more of them.
Nate: Oh crap!
Woman 2: Head for the gatehouse!
Nate: Come on, we got to get the hell out of here.
Sully: All right, come on. Just a little further.
Charlie: Bastard shitting, bastard leg.
Sully: Easy does it.
Charlie: Jesus, God!
Nate: Okay, okay. The bus, we're taking the bus.
Woman 2: Well, that won't attract any attention.
Morning! Not worth the price of admission, folks.
Sully: Here we go. One, two, atta boy.
Charlie: Yeah, yeah, okay.
Sully: All right, right here.
All right, I got this. You take care of him.
Woman 2: Uh, here they come.
Nate: Sully, get us out of here!
Looks like we lost them.
Sully: All right. I'll find some place to ditch the bus.
Nate: Great. You doing all right?
Charlie: Oh, fabulous.
Woman 2: That was too close.
Nate: He'll be okay.
Woman 2: No, I mean the whole thing. It just isn't worth it, Nate. Let this one go.
Charlie: Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, you can't just give up. If you let these bastards win, after this, I will never bloody forgive you.
Nate: Don't you worry, Charlie. There's no way I'm letting them win.
Woman 2: What is it with you? What are you trying to prove?
Nate: I'm not trying to prove anything.
Woman 2: Right.
Sully: So what's the plan, kid?
Nate: Guess I'm going to Yemen. You up for it?
Sully: Of course, I am.
Nate: All right, we got to find a quick way in, no hassles.
Sully: Think I might know someone we could call.
Oh, no. No, no, no.
Sully: You got a better idea, I'm all ears.
Nate: What about . . . No . . . Fine, make the call.
Sully: Elena Fisher, Foreign Correspondent.
Elena: Hey, Sully?
Sully: How are you doing, sweetheart?
Elena: Oh, no, sorry, that's sort of frowned upon here.
Sully: Oh, right.
Elena: You two can hold hands, though.
Nate: How are you, Elena?
Elena: Good, thanks.
Nate: You look great.
Elena: So against my better judgment, these permits will get you through most checkpoints.
Nate: Okay, great.
Elena: Oh, and I shouldn't be worried about what's in those bags, right?
Nate: Of course not.
Elena: Yeah, not yet anyway.
All right, remember, you're journalists now. So try and act respectable.
Nate: Think you can handle that?
Sully: I think she's talking to you.
Elena: So what exactly are you two reprobates up to?
Nate: Just a little historical research
Elena: Right, so that explains the big rush?
Elena: No cursed treasures?
Elena: No diabolical warlords?
Elena: You are the worst liar.
Elena: You are.
Nate: Oh come on, we're not start this, are we?
Sully: Excuse me. The car, where is it?
Elena: It's over there.
Sully: I'll just take the bags and meet you.
Elena: Nate . . .
Nate: You're still wearing it?
Elena: Yeah, I am. It helps in this part of the world.
Nate: Oh, really?
Elena: Seriously, don't flatter yourself. I see you're still wearing yours.
Nate: What? Oh, oh, yeah.
Elena: That's what this is all about, isn't it?
Nate: You don't understand. I finally proved it. Drake lied about his route through the East Indies. 400 years ago, he came here.
Elena: Why Nate?
Nate: That's what we're here to find out.
Elena: No, I mean, why this obsession? I'm just worried . . .
Nate: I can take care of myself, all right?
Elena: I'm not talking about you.
Nate: What, Sully?
Elena: He would go to the ends of the earth for you, Nate. Just don't ask him to.
Nate: Come on, that's not fair. What is that even supposed to mean?
Sully: All set? If you could just drop us at the edge of the city, that will be great.
Elena: Not a chance. You two are my responsibility now. I'm not taking my eyes off of you.