(slow music)
- That ain't gonna work son.
- And you're in a whole mess of trouble.
(shoots laser)
All right, I'll grab his legs.
(upbeat music)
- [Man With Mustache] Do you
have any idea who we are son?
- I'm inclined to think you might.
- Yeah.
I do.
You're the long men of earth.
Whispers in the vacuum.
You are
the black men.
- Well, you 'bout half right.
(upbeat music)
- Here's the way I see it.
You have something we want,
and we've got something you want.
- And what exactly would I want from you?
- Protection.
- We know you're being tracked down
by the baddest hit squad in the galaxy.
And we want 'em dead just as much as you.
- You have no idea who you're up against.
- Ronnie the fucking kid McGlorp.
(lasers shoot)
(gun shots)
(howls)
- I think we can handle him just fine.
Ain't that right Agent J?
- That's right player.
- I'm gonna waste every last one of them.
You got Agent M killed.
He Dead.
- [Woman] You need my help.
- And what do you suggest we do?
- We play by their rules.
- Lady, you are speaking my language.
You better tell this bitch what you know.
She'll break your damn shoulders off.
Already did it to Clyde right here.
- Kill me.
(upbeat music)
- You know how long it took me
to stop believe you a alien?
Look at your head.
- I work with you guys.
Just, just give me one
little glass of sugar water.
- Say "sugar water" one
more mother fuckin' time.
(mumbles)
