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    God, do I
    hate Paris.
    Not to worry.
    Probably won't be
    around
    much longer.
    I've been waiting
    a long time for this.
    I guess what...
    What I'm trying to say is,
    - Lisa, will you mar...?
    - Bonjour.
    We're with
    Tower security.
    Uh, we're
    terribly sorry,
    but you're not
    supposed to be here.
    - Sorry.
    - Sorry.
    So? She say yes?
    - I haven't asked yet.
    - He hasn't asked yet.
    Oh, well, that's
    a terrible shame, isn't it?
    Because, you see, that
    blinking light back there
    means there's been
    a breach in Portal 2.
    Which means,
    in just a few minutes,
    the most vile creatures
    in the entire universe,
    the Hive,
    are gonna consume
    every last one
    of us from the inside out.
    I don't understand.
    All will be explained
    if you look right...
    here.
    The Tower was closed
    for repairs.
    Ask her
    on the way down.
    This way,
    please.
    Thank you.
    Mind
    the gap.
    Right. Shall we?
    Let's do this.
    Hey, guys.
    Who the hell
    are you?
    Ask her again
    down on the ground.
    - Whew.
    - Ah, there you are.
    Yeah.
    All right.
    Let's try this again,
    shall we?
    So, what's
    the play here?
    We've been
    in this situation before.
    We've never faced
    the Hive before.
    They've never
    faced us.
    Always remember,
    The universe has
    a way of leading you
    to where
    you're supposed to be
    at the moment
    you're supposed to be there.
    Yeah, well, sometimes,
    the universe gets it wrong.
    "Let's have some action.
    I want some
    asses wiggling.
    I want some perfection."
    Get my
    three-wood.
    - Come on, let's go.
    - Okay, okay.
    Careful.
    Oh, my God!
    - Oh, my God. Baby.
    - What?
    Uh...
    That wasn't
    no animal, okay?
    It was a...
    It was a...
    I ain't never seen
    nothing like that before.
    It was, like,
    a creature.
    What? Harold,
    call the police.
    - The who?
    - The police. Call the police!
    That was fast.
    Evening.
    We're from Animal Control.
    - You saw something?
    - We haven't called yet.
    Are we in danger?
    Does it have rabies?
    That wasn't a regular animal.
    - It was like...
    - The creature you saw was
    an unlicensed Tarantian
    from Andromeda II.
    Very rare, very dangerous.
    - Sorry, what?
    - A Tarantian.
    I know.
    He looks cute now.
    - Tarantian?
    - But when they hit puberty,
    they turn into real monsters.
    Shh.
    Don't be scared.
    It's okay.
    Tell me,
    is there anyone else in the house?
    Just our daughter.
    She's sleeping.
    A raccoon.
    Yeah, that's your problem, folks.
    Go ahead and make sure
    those trash can lids
    are on nice and tight,
    and we were never here.
    We should
    go check on Molly.
    We've gotta
    get you out of here.
    Come on.
    It's okay.
    I'm your friend. I'm Molly. Go on.
    Molly.
    Kabla nakshulin.
    Kabla nakshulin.
    Well, Molly,
    you've scored excellent
    or above
    in every area.
    Fitness,
    deductive reasoning, logic,
    weapons training.
    Just one problem.
    You didn't check a box.
    For your preferred division.
    Everyone has to check a box.
    Hm.
    Yeah, I made my own box
    for the division
    that has no box.
    You know, the division
    where they wear black suits
    and deal with the guys from...
    ...up there.
    You mean, Accounting?
    No, like...
    Yeah, still...
    Accounting.
    That should fix the glitch.
    - Remember, we care.
    - You're good to go.
    And remember, we care.
    Look for the icon marked
    advanced extensions.
    - Okay.
    - Click on it.
    Which icon?
    There's a bunch...
    - Thirteenth icon from the left.
    - Whose left?
    - Your left.
    - Oh, sorry.
    - I got it now.
    - Okay, got it?
    Yeah, got it.
    Are you still there?
    - Hello? Help. What's going on?
    - Oh, no.
    Nothing. Let me just run
    a little diagnostic on my end,
    and I will be back.
    No, it won't take long.
    Not long at all. Okay.
    What the f...?
    - This is perplexing.
    - Is it?
    Is it?
    A-L-I-E-N-S?
    I don't know why
    you always insist
    on whispering
    and spelling that.
    Finally decided
    to show up, huh?
    Oh, my God.
    All I have to do
    is figure out
    trajectory, and I am in.
    - I'm back. Okay, try this.
    - Hi.
    - Unplug it, plug it back in.
    - Okay.
    - And remember, we care.
    - Hello?
    I have to go.
    Jimmy's coming back
    to get the kids.
    Yes.
    Okay. Let's see
    where you are now.
    Welcome back,
    Professor Armitage.
    Oh, you tricky one.
    I don't think you're
    a meteor after all, are you?
    Nope, I think you are
    an unauthorized landing.
    This is it.
    It's all happening.
    See you soon, Jimmy.
    Right here, right here.
    Right here.
    - Hey, hey.
    - Hey.
    Please keep
    the meter running.
    I'll pay you
    extra.
    What?
    Yeah, yeah, yeah.
    Come on, Jimmy.
    What are you doing
    back on Earth?
    Hey, this is...?
    This is Earth?
    My bad, guys.
    Come on.
    Tell it to O back at HQ.
    I want to see my kids.
    Get this ship out of here.
    I'll escort our
    Zamporian friend back.
    - Don't lose them.
    - What?
    - I'm on it. On it.
    - Go, go, go. Go.
    Hey,
    did they bring in that Zamporian yet?
    Came in a couple of
    minutes ahead of you.
    The guy tried to sneak in
    behind a Perseid meteor shower.
    Amateur hour. Am I right?
    Right as rain.
    Rain don't lie.
    Sheesh, talk about
    amateur hour.
    Hey, you gonna
    call this in, or what?
    Code Black.
    Unauthorized visitor.
    Lockdown protocol engaged
    in three, two, one.
    All right,
    who's she working for?
    She claims to be
    working alone.
    A random civilian
    simply waltzes in
    off the high street.
    I don't think so.
    Neuralyze her.
    No, no, no. Don't.
    I know what that thing is.
    Please.
    Hang on. Hang on.
    She had
    an experience.
    It erased my parents' memories,
    but it didn't take mine.
    So my whole life,
    everyone's called me crazy.
    They said that
    I needed therapy,
    which, okay,
    admittedly, I did,
    but not for this.
    Did she really hack
    into the Hubble Telescope
    to look at Andromeda II,
    and we didn't catch her?
    In the old days,
    we'd have hired her.
    It took me 20 years to find you,
    plus or minus.
    How many people
    can say that?
    I found you.
    So you found us.
    You proved you're not crazy.
    You win the I'm Not Crazy
    badge. Now what?
    - I want in.
    - We don't hire. We recruit.
    Then I'd like
    to be recruited.
    I'm going to need more.
    But would you mind giving me
    one good reason?
    Because I'm smart.
    I'm motivated.
    I look good in black.
    I'm...
    Boring me.
    Because I have absolutely
    no life whatsoever.
    I have nothing.
    I have no dog, no cat,
    definitely no chill.
    I have nothing
    that I couldn't
    happily walk away from,
    which makes me
    perfect for this job.
    Well, you're certainly
    suitably tragic.
    No love?
    No relationships?
    They just distract you from
    what's important.
    Hm, really?
    And what's important?
    The truth
    of the universe.
    I wanna know everything.
    I wanna know
    how it all works.
    You really think
    a black suit
    is going to solve
    all your problems?
    Mmm... No,
    but it looks damn good on you.
    That's true.
    From this
    moment, you will conform
    to the identity we give you.
    You will dress only
    in MIB Special Services attire.
    You have been trained
    in the use
    of MIB-sanctioned technology,
    vehicles and weaponry.
    Mm-mm.
    You will not
    stand out in any way.
    You are no longer
    part of the system.
    You do not exist.
    Check, please.
    We are above the system.
    Over it, beyond it.
    We are them. We are they.
    We are
    the Men in Black.
    The "Men"
    in Black?
    Don't.
    Don't start.
    I've had
    the conversation.
    They didn't seem
    to be able to let it go.
    It's a process.
    Attachment issue, I think.
    There's
    your first assignment.
    Okay.
    When do I get my...?
    It's called a neuralyzer.
    And you don't just get it,
    you earn it.
    You've been accepted
    for a probationary period.
    Impress me, and
    we'll see about the bzzz.
    - Okay.
    - Hm.
    You're a fan of the truth,
    aren't you, Agent M?
    - I like it.
    - Mm.
    I think we may have
    a problem in London.
    Wow, that is smooth.
    Let's keep them coming,
    shall we?
    Another
    round.
    Ah!
    So can I just say how much
    I'm liking this place?
    It's formal,
    but not too stuffy.
    Classic, but still
    kind of stylish.
    Makes it a very Eyes Wide Shut
    kind of vibe.
    I'm kidding.
    Sort of.
    Hoo, hoo!
    Or is it
    mostly just
    the lethal high-stakes
    gambling?
    Thank you very much.
    Would you look at that?
    Straight to the ace, gentlemen.
    That's me again.
    Let's talk business,
    shall we?
    I can move this stuff.
    Who do I speak with
    about getting
    a lot more of it?
    Because I'm in.
    You're not.
    You see, I have
    a very strict
    "no Men in Black"
    policy.
    Oh, God.
    I don't blame you.
    Who'd want those assholes
    coming in here?
    Men in Black. The Morons
    in Black, if you ask me.
    What a bunch of dicks.
    Am I right?
    All it takes is one bad apple
    to spoil any environment...
    Stop it, guys.
    I am MIB,
    you Cerulian scum.
    And FYI, your little
    club here sucks.
    You're gonna give me
    everything.
    Suppliers, sellers,
    your whole network.
    Your luck run out.
    You're already dead.
    Only one person here
    has the antidote.
    Emily, sweetheart.
    Please, I'll... I'll give you
    whatever you want.
    Please.
    Anything you want.
    Anything I want?
    The express
    train to London has arrived.
    With continuing service
    to Paris, Stockholm,
    Milan, Rome, Madrid.
    Caught him
    in the locker room.
    I knew that kid
    was neuralyzing himself.
    I told him, "Do that too much,
    and you'll go blind."
    Right?
    Who could go for a nosh?
    I'd like a
    nice pastrami sandwich.
    With lots of melted cheese.
    Now arriving,
    express train from New York.
    Last call for Flight 2112
    to the Cat's Eye Nebula.
    Welcome, Agent M.
    Please report
    to New Agent Orientation.
    Access granted, Agent M.
    ...every hour from Gate 12.
    Excuse me, ma'am.
    It's never
    who you think it is.
    Oh, no.
    That one makes sense.
    So you're the one
    who found us.
    Yes, I am.
    I'm T. High T.
    Oh, yeah.
    You're...
    - I run this little circus.
    - Yeah.
    Welcome, M.
    It's nice
    to meet you, sir.
    O told me to expect
    some great things.
    - And great things shall you get.
    - Good.
    Right through there.
    Hi, you.
    Wait, wait, wait!
    Don't touch him!
    Oh, God.
    - I got him, I got him.
    - You guys...
    I got him. I got him.
    Change it, change it.
    All right, buddy.
    All right. Drink this.
    Oh, careful.
    You break it, you buy it.
    Keep it. Keep it.
    On me.
    We need to see
    the queen.
    Yes.
    Uh-oh.
    You have
    visitors.
    State your business
    with the queen.
    We need someone
    to die.
    As clearly stated in Section 6C
    of the Treaty of Andromeda II,
    we do not kill Jababians
    nor participate
    in the murder thereof.
    This is nonnegotiable.
    Well, it's slightly
    negotiable.
    Oy!
    Morning.
    I'm in the market
    for a useless, old,
    broken-down machine.
    What do you got?
    You're not gonna
    get a rise out of me, H.
    It's the Imperial
    with the red tab.
    Do try to keep up.
    Thank you, Charlie.
    That's the old
    portal depot.
    Site of the First
    Great Alien Migration.
    Wait,
    so Eiffel was an MIB agent?
    One of
    the first.
    He helped so many
    intergalactic refugees
    seeking protection
    here on Earth.
    If you look closely,
    you can see my grandma
    and my grandpa
    in that picture.
    So beautiful.
    - Here you are, dear.
    - Thank you.
    What's
    up with that guy?
    Nerlene!
    Sorry.
    He's just
    so yummy.
    - Who is he?
    - H.
    Only the best agent
    in the building.
    He saved the world once
    with nothing but his wits
    and a Series-7
    De-Atomizer.
    He saved
    the world?
    From what?
    The Hive.
    The Hive.
    Hey, Guy,
    do me a favor.
    - Handle my calls.
    - Oh, love to.
    Where are you
    going?
    To do some homework.
    An awful,
    terrible incident in Marrakesh.
    The North Africa office
    is investigating.
    And in
    other business,
    H has decided to grace us
    with his presence after all.
    Apologies, sir. I was working
    late. Morning, everyone.
    So was I. Cleaning
    your mess. Thank you.
    You should've seen the mess
    I was cleaning up this morning.
    It was a totally
    unsanctioned op, sir,
    requiring two containment units
    and a full neuralyzer squad.
    I prefer to look at this
    from a macro point of view,
    not get bogged
    in the details.
    The bad guy's dead,
    so, you know.
    Take a seat, please.
    One last item.
    A member of the
    Jababian royal family
    has a layover on his way
    to Centaurus A.
    Vungus the Ugly.
    Inherited the title.
    Believe it or not,
    Vungus here
    is the looker
    in the crowd.
    Holograms always add
    10 pounds.
    Jababian society doesn't allow
    for certain
    indiscretions.
    In short, he wants
    to be shown a good time.
    We could say no,
    but Jababian mining vessels
    would grind us
    into galactic dust.
    Some irony there, sir, if you
    think that we used to, uh,
    protect Earth
    from the scum of the universe.
    Now it seems
    we're protecting scum.
    Actually, that's why it would
    be right up your street.
    Your cup of tea, H.
    I know Vungus.
    He doesn't really drink tea.
    He prefers vodka,
    tequila,
    hand sanitizer,
    sometimes all at once.
    Once, we woke up
    handcuffed to a horse...
    - What, H?
    - Pipe down.
    Sorry.
    Sincere apologies.
    You will be
    his chaperone.
    In fact, he specifically
    asked for you.
    Okay. Absolutely,
    hopefully we don't end up
    handcuffed to
    a horse again, heh.
    Please.
    I'll have him home
    by midnight.
    Good boy.
    If you will.
    "Good boy.
    If you will."
    "Good man,"
    I think he said.
    Keep Daddy
    happy, yeah?
    We're like this.
    You look
    after Papi so well.
    You're so jealous,
    aren't you?
    Papi's
    little fancy boy.
    You wish
    you had a papi.
    ...They came in
    on transportation...
    Uh, ahem.
    Hello.
    Whoo! Oops.
    - Sorry.
    - Ahem. Hi.
    Hey. Nope, I'm awake.
    It's all right.
    Just catching up
    on my daily meditation.
    I have been meaning
    to try that.
    I read that it
    dramatically improves
    mitochondrial energy
    production.
    Yep, yep.
    No, it absolutely does.
    My mitochondrial energy's
    through the roof.
    - Um... Have we met before?
    - No. Agent M.
    I heard you were
    on the Vungus meet,
    and I wanted
    to offer assistance.
    I'm a bit of
    a Jababian wonk.
    Language, culture,
    politics, fashion.
    Anyways, I compiled
    a dossier for you to read.
    Oh, a dossier. I love
    a good dossier.
    The thing is...
    Ask around.
    I work alone.
    Ask anyone around here.
    Did you know that Jababians
    are claircognizant empaths,
    which means
    they can read your mind?
    And your cards.
    - Well, they do have a tell.
    - What's that?
    Subdermal spots on
    the underside of their arms
    - change color.
    - Mm, good to know.
    Thank you for your offer.
    I'm good.
    Okay. Message
    understood.
    I will leave you
    to your...
    meditation.
    Thank you.
    Oh.
    Do you know
    what your tell is?
    You snore
    when you meditate.
    Actually, on second thought,
    maybe I could use some backup.
    I was thinking, for the op,
    I can take the perimeter,
    - and you make the approach to Vungus.
    - Yes, good.
    - Okay.
    - The thing is, with this particular club.
    everybody just wants
    to do their own thing.
    Aliens wanna look like humans,
    humans wanna look like aliens,
    so we may need
    to loosen up a bit.
    Maybe we lose
    the tie first, yeah?
    Pop a couple of buttons
    and not look so stiff.
    We don't want to advertise
    our profession,
    if you know
    what I mean.
    "Men in Black.
    Aliens, get down!"
    - I get it.
    - Don't do that.
    Yeah? Good. Great. Perfect.
    How about me? How do I look?
    I would just, uh.
    - Do you mind if I...?
    - What?
    Coming in.
    It's a fine line
    between club casual
    and the saddest man
    on Earth.
    Thank you.
    - Mm-hm.
    - Yeah. Shall we?
    I thought
    that we were here.
    We are.
    Entrance
    for special guests.
    Step on it,
    would you, Freddie?
    You got it, H.
    Hm.
    Yeah, okay.
    Wasn't expecting that.
    The Vungus among us!
    H-Bomb!
    - V-Go! V-Go!
    - Yeah, yeah!
    - Yeah!
    - Woo!
    Look at you.
    You've lost weight.
    What have you done
    to your hair?
    You changed it.
    Looks fantastic.
    - Oh, I...
    - I barely recognize you.
    Sorry. M, this
    is Vungus. Vungus, M.
    Hello, M.
    Muah.
    So nice
    to meet you.
    I've heard
    a lot about you.
    Highly redacted,
    of course.
    Such a charmer. He says...
    he thinks
    you're hot.
    He thinks I'm what?
    Sorry?
    It's a rough translation.
    Probably works better
    on Ja... Jababia,
    but you know that,
    since you speak fluent Jababian.
    Oh.
    Of course. I was just trying
    to find the words to articulate
    how incredibly eye-catching
    you yourself are.
    Well, that he is.
    M knows everything
    about Jababia.
    I wouldn't say "everything."
    Always more to learn.
    It's like
    a fetish.
    Hah, okay, that implies
    something sexual.
    - It's definitely not.
    - It is.
    It's always,
    "Oh, Jababia this,
    Jababia that, Jababia,
    Jababia, Jababia!"
    Yeah, baby!
    I knew you would hit it off.
    Have a dance, okay?
    M loves to dance.
    She's a wonderful dancer.
    I'll get drinks.
    You're still
    a vodka cranberry guy?
    You know it.
    Okay. Okay.
    M, please.
    Come, sit next
    to Vungus.
    I promise, I don't bite.
    Okay, just give me
    one sec.
    Four
    vodka cranberries.
    It's all right.
    I'll get this one.
    Put it on
    the company card.
    Little tip,
    expense everything.
    Hey, quick question,
    no big deal.
    Are you pimping me out
    to Vungus?
    What? No.
    What the hell would give you
    that... impression?
    Hello. Ha-ha-ha!
    - Oh, I don't know. That?
    - Oh, ahem.
    Better not look at that.
    Hey, if you wanna use me
    as alien bait,
    just let me know next time.
    I don't like to be lied to.
    What, like pretending
    to be an expert
    in something you're not?
    We're in
    the lying business.
    - Are we?
    - Jababians are prickly.
    We want them to be happy.
    So they don't destroy our planet
    and everything.
    That is the mission.
    If you're not
    down with...
    I'm down
    with the mission,
    but I'm not fornicating
    with the Jababian.
    That's not what
    I asked you to do.
    So how long
    you here for, buddy?
    Vungus go home tomorrow.
    Tomorrow?
    We better make it
    a good one, huh?
    I came to talk, H.
    We need to speak.
    Talky, shmalky.
    I want to see you dance.
    Come on. Come on, I know,
    I know this is your jam.
    Get out here. M, come on.
    Oh, no, I'm just gonna...
    I like to butt-dance.
    Hey, I need to talk
    to you about something.
    If it's about
    that night in Beirut,
    I deleted the photos.
    Promise.
    No, not Beirut.
    Just...
    - H?
    - Yeah?
    - Twelve o'clock.
    - You're damn right
    it is. Night is young.
    Whoo-hoo!
    Listen to me, H.
    This is serious.
    You're the only one
    that Vungus can trust.
    Well, feeling's mutual.
    What happened to you?
    Nothing.
    What happened to you?
    Why are you so
    serious?
    - Relax. Ow! Yeah.
    - H.
    You all right, buddy?
    What's wrong?
    You don't look so good.
    - You okay?
    - Vungus not feel so good.
    Vodka cranberry
    sure pack a punch.
    Let's get his car
    and get him out of here.
    - Yeah. Yup.
    - All right.
    Okay.
    Get you off to bed.
    Let's get you in here.
    All right.
    There you are, buddy.
    In you go.
    Watch your head. Okay.
    All right.
    Now, sleep it off,
    okay?
    I'll speak to you in
    the morning. Hydrate.
    Whoo!
    - Shouldn't we call it in?
    - Oh, God, no.
    The paperwork
    is a nightmare.
    But Vungus
    didn't look too good.
    He didn't look
    too good before, but.
    Trust me,
    I've seen him way worse.
    This one time
    in Istanbul...
    Help me.
    - MIB. Freeze!
    - On the ground.
    - Hands up.
    - Palms down.
    - Palms down.
    - Hands up.
    Which do you want to go with?
    I'm fine with either.
    We've to come up with something
    consistent. You want palms down?
    If you don't mind.
    - Palms down.
    - Palms down.
    Good.
    What the...?
    That is not good.
    Run!
    M!
    They are coming!
    Petrol cap. Go.
    We need more firepower.
    Side-view mirror.
    What do you want me to do,
    throw it at them?
    Oh, wow.
    I haven't seen that before.
    I don't think
    this is doing anything.
    Come on.
    Exhaust pipe. Go!
    Come on!
    Now this is
    more like it.
    Right.
    Hurry!
    Go to Vungus.
    I'll cover you.
    H! A little help here!
    No. Not H.
    He has changed.
    I could feel it.
    I have to know...
    ...if I can trust you.
    Now I'm pissed off.
    Hide this.
    Something is wrong
    in Men in Black.
    What? Vungus, what is this?
    It's the only thing
    that can protect you.
    Come on!
    Where's your fancy
    dance moves now?
    What the...?
    Keep your eyes on.
    It's not safe.
    Eyes on! Eyes on!
    Two targets!
    How is he?
    He's gone.
    Guys,
    back up a little bit, all right?
    Oy!
    Outdone yourself here, mate.
    - Well done. Well done.
    - Thank you.
    Fill me in.
    What happened, huh?
    We were attacked,
    clearly, C.
    - Right.
    - By I don't know what.
    The suspects, they did this
    with their bare hands.
    They turned solid
    into liquid,
    - then back again.
    - What?
    - Why's she here?
    - She...
    - She is
    - She is
    walking you
    through the crime scene.
    No, no. She is
    a probationary agent,
    so she is not here
    at all, okay?
    I think you'll find
    that she clearly is here
    because I can see her.
    - Backing you up.
    - Thank you.
    A figure of speech,
    but fine.
    You are in
    so much trouble,
    oh, my God. You had one job.
    You had one very simple job:
    to take some lizard slimeball
    out for a few drinks.
    - That was it.
    - Not a "lizard slimeball."
    - A friend of mine.
    - Oh, no.
    - Yeah. Sorry about that.
    - Mm.
    He was
    a reptilian slimeball,
    now dead because of you.
    Who was with him when he died?
    - I was.
    - Who...?
    Okay, good.
    And did he say anything
    that might explain why
    he was killed?
    Anything at all?
    Come on.
    No. Not a thing.
    - So just to recap...
    - No point.
    A high-ranking member
    of the Jababian royal family
    dies on your watch,
    murdered by assailants
    that you can't identify,
    for reasons that you
    cannot begin to fathom.
    - Is that about right?
    - I switched off
    the moment you started
    talking. I don't know.
    Why don't you bugger off.
    Okay, mate. Thank you.
    - Yeah.
    - I'll piss off,
    - to the office.
    - Where you belong.
    To have a word
    with High T,
    who will not save you
    this time.
    We'll be fine. Okay?
    Don't worry.
    This is... We'll be fine.
    Yeah?
    Yes. Yes. Understood.
    Yeah... Indeed.
    Yes.
    Yes. Yes.
    Thank you.
    Let me assure you,
    we will deal with this
    in the strongest
    possible terms.
    The Jababians
    want your heads.
    Quite literally. Both heads,
    sent by diplomatic pouch.
    Okay, um, ahem...
    Morning, sir.
    I have the forensics report
    that you asked for.
    Thank you.
    Well, this is troubling.
    - Very troubling.
    - Mm-hm.
    These are our suspects.
    A species called Dyadnum.
    From a binary star system
    in the constellation Draco.
    Draco, that's
    Hive territory.
    The entire sector
    fell years ago.
    The Dyads' DNA...
    - are riddled with Hive mutations.
    - Mm-hm.
    As we all know, the Hive
    doesn't just destroy their enemies,
    they subsume them.
    Take them over from within.
    Whoever these two were,
    they're part of the Hive now.
    Yes, but why would the Hive
    send them all this way
    to kill a Jababian royal?
    You knew Vungus
    better than anyone.
    Did he indicate
    why he was here?
    Did he want something
    from us?
    No, he seemed
    pretty normal, happy.
    Sir. This whole thing
    is a fiasco. It's a farrago.
    And a failure
    of this magnitude
    requires
    immediate invokement of...
    Article 13.
    Don't be a dick.
    Who says "farrago"?
    Uh, what is Article 13?
    Immediate termination,
    followed by neuralyzation.
    - Wait a second.
    - Wait.
    - No.
    - Is that your answer
    - to everything?
    - Put that away!
    - Glasses off.
    - Sir, you can't.
    Give me one good reason
    why not.
    Um, because it's...
    what we were talking about.
    Um...
    - Because...
    - Because...
    if you erase us,
    you will never know the truth.
    - The truth.
    - They're stalling.
    - Say the word. I'll do it.
    - Put it away.
    M, go ahead.
    Explain yourself.
    Well, sir...
    if you think about it,
    really think about it...
    Vungus...
    how many people really knew
    that he was here?
    The people in this room.
    And perhaps a dozen
    high-level agents.
    If those were the only people
    that knew where Vungus would be,
    and we assume
    that Vungus didn't leak
    his own location
    to the killers,
    doesn't that mean
    that it was someone...
    inside MIB?
    A mole, sir,
    inside these very walls.
    Sir, they're making this up
    as they go along.
    "A mole"? In the history
    of the company,
    - there's never been a leak.
    - Something a mole would say.
    - Don't be absurd.
    - Classic mole talk.
    Sounds like Mole 101.
    Enough.
    If we've been compromised,
    it puts every citizen
    on this planet,
    both human and alien,
    at risk.
    - C. Track down these killers.
    - Sir.
    Find the killers,
    we find the mole.
    - Will do, sir.
    - Dismissed.
    M, it appears
    you're as sharp as advertised.
    Work the case with C.
    Get Weapons Department
    started on something
    that can neutralize
    these Dyads.
    Yes, sir.
    Sharp indeed she is, sir.
    I assume you'll want me
    overseeing the case? Sort of...
    I'm finished covering
    for you, H.
    You need me on this case, sir.
    I've dealt with the Hive before.
    With nothing but my wits
    and my Series 7...
    No. He dealt
    with the Hive before.
    And I don't know
    where the hell he has gone!
    I actually used to think
    you could lead this place.
    I was wrong about you.
    We're done here.
    That's an order.
    Look, you weren't wrong
    about me, sir.
    You saw something in me once.
    It's still there.
    And I apologize
    for letting you down.
    Give me another chance and
    I'll fix this. I promise you.
    I don't think
    it's just a blade.
    Looks like it carries
    some poison.
    I know what
    you're talking about. Wait.
    Sorry, mate.
    High T wants me
    - to run point on this one.
    - What? I don't believe you.
    I don't like
    it any better than you,
    but he kept going on
    about relying on me,
    needing our top agent,
    that sort of thing.
    I don't make the rules.
    Take it up with him.
    M, he's keen for you
    to shadow me.
    "Learn from the best,"
    he said.
    Little on-the-job training,
    if you will.
    Hmm? Yeah?
    Come on.
    - Are you going or you staying?
    - Yeah, I'll go.
    - Well...
    - Okay.
    - Come on.
    - H?
    Thanks
    for that.
    I'm sick of you.
    Okay.
    - What's the actual truth?
    - You tell me.
    For someone who hates lying,
    that was incredible.
    - I wasn't...
    - It was electric up there.
    The way we played off
    each other, back and forth.
    - I was riffing.
    - A mole inside the MIB.
    It's genius.
    I wish I thought of it.
    I discovered
    a possible truth.
    I mean, think about it.
    It would explain a lot.
    What have you got
    so far?
    I was about to run
    a molecular deconstruction
    on the substance and
    cross-reference with all toxins.
    - Good idea.
    - Just a little science.
    I wouldn't do that.
    Whoo!
    I know what that is.
    That killed
    a 300-pound Jababian,
    so I wouldn't get
    recreational with it.
    Zephos, pure grade. The wrong
    amount will kill you instantly.
    Right amount will
    keep you dancing shirtless
    on a nightclub in Monaco
    for 17 hours.
    So much information.
    Always so much information.
    It's what I've heard. There's
    only one place in the world
    where they know how to mix it.
    Let's go.
    You coming?
    World's not gonna save itself.
    Are you saying that you need me
    to save the world?
    Uh-huh.
    Thought so.
    Oh, wow.
    You'll see that a lot
    around here.
    It's a
    Cromulian tag.
    In their galaxy, a symbol
    for hope or annihilation.
    There's still some debate
    around what exactly.
    Actually,
    it's harmony.
    But on Earth, it means we're
    entering an MIB safe haven.
    - How do you know?
    - It's in the handbook.
    Don't believe
    everything you read.
    - That is my job.
    - And my job is what?
    Hang out here and shut up?
    Shut up. That's your job.
    Well, look who it is. Nasr.
    You know the rules:
    no visible alien tech
    anywhere on the street.
    Cover the bike up
    before I have to give you
    a ticket.
    H? It is really you?
    Of course it's me.
    Who else could it be?
    - Hey, Bassam.
    - Hi, H.
    Nasr said you were dead.
    What? I... I never said that.
    You did. He's lying.
    Aah! Hey! Get...
    - That's...
    - And why would I be dead?
    Bassam misunderstood.
    We heard that you and Riza
    had split up.
    Oh, Riza. Who's that?
    It's not important.
    Mm. Human or...?
    - Doesn't matter.
    - I'm just curious
    how it works
    between species, so...
    Very unimportant.
    Old friend of mine, so...
    Who runs the biggest criminal
    syndicate in the galaxy.
    Who is a very successful
    businesswoman.
    I love a businesswoman.
    - Why are we talking about this?
    - Sad. You made a lovely couple.
    Thank you.
    These things happen.
    You said, "That psycho's
    gonna slit his throat."
    Oh, hmm.
    Excuse us for one moment.
    Your words, not mine.
    Don't you...
    You dated this person? Seems
    like a conflict of interest.
    Conflict of interest for you
    to know my private life.
    Yeah, sure.
    I'd prefer not to.
    Hey, hey,
    that's enough. Listen.
    Stop beating
    the hell out of him.
    - Yeah.
    - Keep this thing covered up.
    - Absolutely. Will do.
    - Thank you.
    Won't happen again.
    Nice to meet you both.
    - Yes.
    - Yeah.
    - What?
    - Pulled this
    from the surveillance
    camera outside the club.
    Standing there,
    making me feel uncomfortable.
    Sorry
    about that.
    Have you shown this to T?
    You said everything goes
    through you.
    Yes, everything does go
    through me. Good.
    I'll show him. Go on.
    Goodness me.
    Oh, boy.
    Here comes trouble.
    I like trouble.
    You thinking
    what I'm thinking?
    Call Riza.
    Ah, here. This is it.
    Looks like
    a couple days' worth.
    No one's been out
    to collect.
    Hello?
    One more step and I'll liquefy
    your bangs, pretty boy.
    - Easy, easy.
    - Okay.
    - We don't want any trouble.
    - Do not move.
    Hey, look at you.
    What do we call you, sport?
    "Sport" is not
    what you call me.
    What is it?
    - "It"? He.
    - Sorry.
    Why would you call me
    anything?
    Pawns don't have names.
    We're pawns.
    Uh, okay.
    "Pawny," then.
    What happened here?
    Oh, we had the best party.
    Kanye showed up
    and dropped a whole new album.
    It was some of his best work.
    Look around!
    We got our asses kicked!
    Aah! My queen!
    Oh, she's gone.
    I'll never serve another.
    I swear it.
    I'll plunge my dagger
    into my own body, like this,
    through my vital organs,
    and then leave it
    until the dark takes me.
    Hey, you're not gonna actually
    go through with this, are you?
    Listen. A queen's pawn
    without a queen is just a pawn.
    A nothing.
    I must end my own life
    in the most painful way
    possible.
    Don't stop me.
    Chance of survival: zero.
    - Think we should stop him?
    - Gonna do it.
    Wanna see
    if he goes through with it.
    - Sorry, what did you say?
    - Hmm? Nothing at all.
    Know what?
    I did say something.
    - You did?
    - Yeah. He's a witness.
    Excuse me.
    You know, I don't think
    that she would want you to,
    you know, go through with it,
    honestly.
    Who are you to know what
    a queen would or wouldn't want?
    Are you a queen?
    Well, to the extent
    that all women are, yes,
    but, no, no,
    I'm not a queen.
    You know what she is,
    though, is an agent.
    - "Agent"?
    - Mm-hm.
    - Is that a title?
    - It is a title.
    A title of great eminence
    and stature.
    M here is an agent.
    An agent without a pawn,
    if you see my meaning.
    I never thought of this,
    but maybe the best way
    to honor the dead
    - is to go on living.
    - Yes.
    I pledge loyalty eternal to you,
    Agent M.
    No, no, no. I'm not
    interested in a subject.
    Too late. It's done.
    I already pledged the loyalty.
    Wish you'd said
    "no, no, no" before.
    Congratulations.
    And if you should die
    before I,
    I promise
    to end my own life...
    "In the most painful way
    possible."
    Yeah. Ha. I don't like you.
    Let's go.
    My lady?
    Come on.
    We'll have a fun time.
    - Fine.
    - Yes!
    H, there's something
    I've been meaning to tell you.
    - I've been wanting to tell you...
    - Yeah?
    - ...about it. Where is it?
    - You mean this?
    - You stole it from me?
    - Stole it from you?
    I recovered evidence
    you stole from a crime scene.
    Vungus told me to hide it and
    I couldn't trust anyone.
    You're telling me
    you listened to Vungus,
    you trusted Vungus instead of
    your partner, a senior agent?
    - Huh?
    - In a word, yes.
    H, speaking of agents...
    Come on.
    Why would they be here?
    There's either an award show
    we're not aware of
    or we're in deep shit.
    Thank you.
    I need you to close every street,
    archway and sewer now.
    Come in closer
    on that body cam there.
    - A bit more.
    - Could someone
    please explain to me
    what the hell is going on?
    Sir, slightly
    sensitive subject.
    Thought it best
    to keep it quiet.
    - A bit further in, please.
    - C, a word.
    Absolutely. No one leaves
    the medina, all right?
    This...
    This is nonsense.
    Despite
    your personal feelings,
    H is one of the best agents
    ever to wear this suit.
    No, he was one of the best
    agents to wear this suit.
    He hasn't been the same
    since the Hive. Look. Look.
    My sources say
    that Vungus stole it
    from the Jababian War Department
    Advanced Research Division
    and brought it here.
    And you kept this from me?
    For how long?
    - Explain yourself.
    - Oh, explain myself?
    Sir, whatever that thing is,
    M and H had it in your office,
    and you let them go, sir.
    With all due respect,
    you let them go.
    - Carry on.
    - Yes, sir.
    - And, C.
    - Sir?
    Bring them
    straight to me.
    Whatever that thing is,
    Vungus died to protect it.
    He gave it to me
    so it wouldn't go to them.
    - Yes, sir.
    - H, listen to me.
    This isn't my operation.
    Get out of there.
    Get safe. Then report.
    M may be right.
    You, I want sitreps
    every 10 minutes.
    There could be
    a mole in the Men in Black.
    All right. Take this.
    I'll draw them away.
    I'll meet you
    at the main square in 20.
    Go.
    Hey, guys,
    what are the odds?
    Nasr!
    I need to borrow your bike.
    As long as it is
    to borrow, not steal.
    Yes. Of course. Quick.
    - Come on.
    - Bassam!
    Ooh!
    - Okay, accelerator, brake.
    - Water.
    - Very hot out there.
    - That's very thoughtful of you.
    This is pretty
    straightforward?
    Yes. Very
    straightforward, indeed.
    Just like riding a bike.
    Okay, cool.
    Sorry.
    Well, this is nothing
    like riding a bike at all.
    Quick, jump on!
    Hold on tight.
    Oh, shit!
    Hold on, Pawny!
    Hold on!
    Wait for me!
    Thanks!
    Ha! I can't believe
    that actually worked.
    - Hey, H?
    - Yeah?
    Oh, right. Glasses.
    Hi, everyone. If you could all
    look right here.
    Just drive.
    Move! Go!
    Oh, boy.
    What do you think? Red button?
    I think it's hyperdrive.
    No, I think
    hyperdrive is blue.
    Sometimes you have to
    trust your gut.
    My gut, not yours!
    Somebody press something!
    Whoo-hoo!
    Lost the tail.
    What'd I tell you, huh?
    Hyperdrive.
    - Yeah, yeah. Okay.
    - Trust your gut. Trust your gut.
    Oh, God, I hate sand.
    The red button was awesome!
    Let's press the red button
    again.
    Wow.
    Hey, what's it doing?
    Moving.
    Oh.
    What...?
    What is that thing?
    See the core?
    How it keeps emitting convective energy
    across the interior of
    the photosphere?
    Yeah, yeah.
    No, I see all of it.
    I see the...
    The photosphere bit.
    Okay, yeah. Shh.
    Those are thermonuclear
    explosions.
    Wait, what? What does that mean?
    Like a bomb or something?
    I think what we're looking at
    is a super compressed star.
    And by the color
    temperature,
    I'd say it's a blue giant.
    Let's press the button.
    Let's see what this does.
    Are you suggesting we try
    a weaponized star for fun?
    Mm-hm. Well,
    for science and fun.
    The two aren't
    mutually exclusive. Okay.
    I know.
    Yeah, there is
    no better place.
    They don't call it
    the Empty Quarter for nothing.
    That's why I made
    the suggestion. Go.
    Uh, at just .001?
    What do you think?
    Yeah. Just start off slow.
    - Press the button.
    - Okay.
    Mm. Maybe ratchet it up
    a few notches,
    a little higher...
    Whoa!
    That was the low setting?
    Uh, do we think anyone's gonna
    notice that wasn't there before?
    Sir, they got away.
    I believe
    the appropriate phrase is...
    you lost them.
    Well,
    I put it to you, sir...
    - ...that they had help.
    - Probably.
    But I know H. Whatever
    he's doing, there's a reason.
    Why do you
    keep protecting him?
    Huh? What is it
    going to take?
    I am protecting
    this institution.
    From what? From me?
    Are you questioning
    my loyalty, sir?
    At the very least,
    your judgment.
    Is there anything else,
    Agent C?
    - No, sir.
    - Good.
    Then would you
    kindly leave?
    Vungus knew how powerful
    that thing was, right?
    He knew it could destroy worlds,
    and he gave it to you.
    I don't understand.
    Someone he only just met.
    Why would he do that?
    - I don't know.
    - Hmm?
    Maybe he trusted me.
    I'm not gonna doubt
    your general trustworthiness,
    but, I mean, I sang
    at Vungus' mother's funeral.
    Quite beautifully,
    I might add.
    We knew everything
    about one another.
    I mean, hey, I'm pretty sure
    he trusted me. Heh.
    Okay, H,
    if you must know...
    he said that you'd changed.
    I'm getting sick of hearing
    this "you've changed" crap.
    I'm the same person
    I was years ago.
    You've always been
    this way?
    What way?
    Uh, vaguely inept.
    Arrogant. Reckless.
    - Did I miss anything?
    - Heh. Okay, yeah. Hey, look.
    Arrogant and reckless.
    That's nice.
    Maybe I am a few
    of those things occasionally,
    but my job is saving the planet,
    and that's what I do.
    I do a good job at it.
    While that's still happening,
    the rules are:
    there are no rules.
    - Well, that's a rule.
    - Mm-hm.
    Argh. Damn it.
    All right, nobody move!
    - Drop it, hairball!
    - Nobody move.
    - Bassam. How'd you get here?
    - Feeling hydrated, H?
    Never had a bath before.
    - Lost 2 pounds in dirt alone.
    - God, we drank from that.
    Oh, God, I thought
    it tasted like a living beard.
    Okay, um...
    Bassam, listen,
    all right, mate?
    Uh, let's be sensible.
    I don't think you know
    what you're dealing with, so...
    Oh, no, I definitely do.
    Which is why she's gonna pay
    so much for it.
    - No, wait. Wait, wait!
    - No, no, no!
    Have a nice life, bozos!
    Great job, H.
    Pawny, can you ask her
    to pass me the torque wrench?
    She has a name and a title,
    and you know that.
    My lady, the jackass wants
    a torque wrench.
    Pawny, will you tell him
    the sooner he restores power
    to my drive console,
    the sooner I can figure out
    - how to program it?
    - My lady says
    you're a cloth-brained ass-clown
    whose gullible idiocy
    has threatened the very
    existence of the planet.
    You know what, she didn't
    say that. All right?
    You worst piece
    on the chess board.
    - She said that.
    - Didn't say any of it.
    Yeah, but I was thinking it.
    Actually, every single word.
    You make a really good point.
    Thank you.
    If you'll tell your lady
    she now has power.
    The jackass says, my lady,
    that you have power.
    - Can you thank him?
    - Really?
    But in a cold,
    kind of polite way.
    You can even put a glare
    on it.
    Just play around with it.
    I trust you.
    My lady says thank you.
    I know where the weapon's going
    and how to get it back.
    - My lady?
    - I got this one. I'm listening.
    Bassam has only one
    real buyer:
    Riza Stavros.
    Riza? The Riza
    that you went out with?
    The intergalactic,
    alien arms-dealer Riza?
    I'm gonna hop back in
    for a second.
    You dated Riza Stavros,
    the Merchant of Death?
    The Mother of Murder?
    - She's pretty hot.
    - Okay, I didn't know
    she was an arms dealer
    when we met.
    And I was distracted
    by her feminine wiles
    and her
    intoxicating beauty.
    And besides, we weren't
    interested in labels.
    We were interested
    in our hearts.
    If having a big, old heart
    is a crime, then shoot me.
    Not yet.
    You'll let me know, though,
    right?
    But really?
    Your "big, old heart"?
    - What?
    - It's just...
    Well, it...?
    It's funny, is it? Hmm?
    "My big, old heart."
    So stupid. Who talks like that?
    Ha-ha-ha. Big, old doofus.
    You've never been in love,
    have you?
    I'm not making fun.
    I'm genuinely asking.
    You've never once
    abandoned logic for passion?
    What is this? The sequel to
    The Notebook? I never saw it,
    but I assume it's a lot
    of this type of nonsense.
    Heh. No, I haven't.
    Passion is unstable,
    - and logic is constant.
    - Is that right?
    Yeah. Physical attraction
    is nothing more
    than chemical reactions
    in your brain.
    Can't trust them.
    They're not real.
    Isn't the whole universe
    a chemical reaction?
    Pretty sure
    you can trust that.
    Feels pretty real.
    That's actually
    kind of deep.
    Well, that should do it.
    Power her up.
    Thank you.
    Pawny. Not there.
    That's as
    far as I could jump.
    I could jump higher, but it
    would've been more awkward.
    Okay, enough.
    Here we go.
    And look at that.
    - Well done.
    - Mm-hm.
    I know Riza. She may be
    the Merchant of Death,
    but she does have
    one weakness.
    Ready to be a hero,
    little guy?
    Pretty open to anything.
    Good, because
    we're going to Naples.
    Oh, to Riza's Fortified
    Fortress of For Sure Death?
    Don't shoot. Don't shoot.
    - Oh. I'm so sorry.
    - Oh.
    Can we do this another day?
    I have another visitor.
    - Absolutely.
    - Yeah?
    Thank you.
    Au revoir.
    - Bye.
    - Bye.
    Luca.
    - Did you miss me?
    - No.
    H.
    I know why you're here.
    Why are you wearing
    pink trousers?
    So how have you been?
    It's been a while, huh? That's
    the tough thing about breakups,
    is the friendships
    you lose. Heh. Ahh.
    We had some good times,
    though, didn't we?
    Riza and I had
    good times, I guess.
    You just lurked
    in the background a bit.
    Wonderful, isn't she?
    I just love
    dumb,
    beautiful creatures.
    Well, this is familiar,
    isn't it?
    So...
    MIB finally
    showed you the door, eh?
    Showed myself out,
    actually.
    Oh.
    Some horses are born
    to roam free.
    And others just get shot.
    What are you doing here?
    I wanted to see you.
    And I brought you something.
    I know
    how you like special pets,
    so I brought you
    a peace offering.
    Meow,
    meow.
    Bark, woof,
    et cetera, et cetera.
    Oh, I like it.
    He is cute in an ugly
    sort of way, isn't he?
    The last
    of his kind.
    You always did know the way
    to my heart, didn't you?
    You always knew how to make mine
    beat that little bit faster.
    Not a neuralyzer in the
    world could make me forget that.
    I was actually looking forward
    to seeing my guns tear you
    to pieces, then I saw
    that perfect little face
    of yours, and...
    I had to know.
    Know what?
    I want to know the truth.
    - Mm-hm.
    - Was this ever real?
    Hmm? This?
    You, me? Was it?
    This'll be good.
    Was it?
    I knew who you were
    from the start.
    My job
    was to gain your trust
    and take you down
    when the opportunity came.
    That's the truth.
    Gotta turn my
    earpiece off for this.
    God, shut up.
    - What?
    - No, I'm sorry.
    It's what I say
    to my heart...
    when it's like a voice
    inside my head.
    Oh, I know.
    I couldn't fake that.
    Thank you.
    It's okay.
    No, but thank you for...
    For giving me closure.
    We all need some...
    Some closure from time to time.
    - Get him out of here.
    - What...? Wait, no. Hey.
    Wait.
    I need some closure too.
    - What about my feelings?
    - H, here's a tip for you.
    Next time you bring
    a peace offering,
    don't make it the same day
    I come into possession
    of the most powerful weapon
    ever created.
    This has nothing to do
    with that.
    I didn't know
    you had a weapon.
    It's a separate thing.
    A coincidence.
    Total coincidence. Didn't know
    she had a weapon. Did you?
    Take him
    to the boat.
    All right.
    Okay, okay, okay.
    Fellas,
    I think that went pretty well.
    Looks like we'll be seeing
    a lot more of each other.
    Okay.
    Okay, okay, okay. Shh...
    Sebastian, darling.
    How would you like
    to be able to destroy
    entire solar systems
    without leaving your home?
    - Pawny?
    - Yeah, I see it.
    Uh...
    Oh, would you look at that.
    Good to go, M.
    Okay, Pawny,
    it's all on you now.
    Okay, that kind of pressure
    is not constructive.
    It's very simple, darling.
    Do you want it or not?
    No, I only have one,
    Sebastian,
    and I won't have that
    for long.
    No, I'm gonna give you
    five seconds.
    Perfectly done.
    Whoop.
    I'm going to call you back.
    Crap. Oh, crap. Oh, crap.
    Look at your little legs.
    You are so fast.
    Why, look at you run.
    You're so fast!
    Wait, I'm coming.
    I'm coming.
    Now, you don't run away again.
    Oh, hello.
    Oh, and here I thought...
    H worked alone.
    Silly me.
    Poor you.
    It's been a steep
    learning curve, yeah.
    Oh, that? That's a snub-nosed
    Karzig annihilator.
    Do you know what that does
    to a human body?
    It boils you
    from the inside out.
    Cute.
    Do you know what
    a Pawny does
    to sadistic
    alien arms-dealers?
    No, honey.
    Tell me what a Pawny is.
    I'm a Pawny,
    you psycho!
    Looks like
    the tables have turned.
    That was an incredible catch.
    That felt good.
    Don't worry. Don't worry.
    It's all part of the plan.
    Well, H, you always have been
    rather delusional.
    Peace offering.
    Kill them.
    Start with him
    and make it hurt.
    No! You don't have
    to do this.
    Put me down,
    you Tarantian thug.
    Wait.
    Did you say "Tarantian"?
    - Yes.
    - Yes, my lady, he did.
    They tend to be single-minded
    when it comes to killing.
    Brains the size
    of a pistachio nut.
    Okay, shh.
    You're not helping.
    The creature you saw was
    an unlicensed Tarantian
    from Andromeda II.
    Tarantian?
    I know a Tarantian.
    I met one once.
    I helped him.
    Kabla nakshulin.
    What?
    Kabla nakshulin?
    - What she said.
    - How do you know that?
    Because he said it to me.
    Molly?
    Yes.
    Molly? Are you shitting me?
    Really?
    Who's delusional now?
    It's you?
    You've grown.
    I mean, me too.
    Give her the box.
    Luca,
    you can't do this.
    Haven't I been good to you?
    I've let you kill anyone
    you wanted.
    Come on.
    No?
    The box.
    Thank you.
    You changed my life,
    by the way. Heh, heh.
    Hey, uh, quickly.
    Kabla nakshulin,
    what does it mean?
    It means:
    "One day,
    I'll kill whoever you choose
    in the most gruesome way
    imaginable."
    Or maybe we just
    keep her here for a moment
    until he and I can discuss
    a plan of action.
    H? H, are you okay?
    I'm good.
    That was...
    That was a rush.
    Yeah,
    and incredibly painful.
    - Yeah.
    - Pretty sure the plan
    went wrong in
    every conceivable way.
    Yeah, well...
    So, uh,
    it's Molly, huh?
    You're not supposed
    to know that.
    Well, too late.
    I know it now.
    Guess it's only fair
    that you know mine.
    - I don't wanna know.
    - I'll tell you.
    - Okay.
    - You ready?
    Horatio.
    - It is not.
    - It's not.
    It's Henry.
    Yeah, you look like
    a Henry.
    - Good. It's all I've got.
    - I'm Steve.
    Steve? I thought you said
    pawns didn't have names.
    We don't.
    I was just feeling left out.
    Oh, Steve.
    Whoa...
    Wha...?
    That is not cool.
    I don't like what
    the earth is doing now.
    No, no, no.
    Kabla nakshulin!
    It was worth a try.
    We must have the
    weapon, for the Hive.
    No. I don't know if
    you've heard,
    but we are
    the Men in Black.
    The Men and Women
    in Black.
    Nice save.
    If you think
    we'll hand this over,
    you've got
    another think coming.
    You don't know who
    you're dealing with.
    See, we protect the Earth.
    Everyone and everything on it.
    So you wanna do this?
    You wanna get down?
    Fine. Let's go.
    Move, and I'll obliterate
    this entire island
    and everything on it.
    Including us. You don't think
    we should've spoken about this?
    I just gave a whole speech.
    Yeah, I liked the speech.
    I just thought
    this would be more effective.
    You heard me.
    Don't make me use it.
    We'll do anything
    to protect our world.
    So will we.
    Nothing in this universe
    is unkillable.
    With the proper voltage.
    Are you both
    all right?
    Yes, sir.
    Never better.
    - Sir, how did you find us?
    - Experience.
    Riza again, H?
    When are you
    going to learn?
    I knew
    I could count on you.
    That, in the end,
    you'd pull through.
    Thank you, sir.
    You too, M.
    Agent O had a feeling
    about you, and she was right.
    The universe has a way
    of leading you
    to where
    you're supposed to be...
    At the moment
    you're supposed to be there.
    Let's go home.
    Let's keep this safe,
    shall we?
    Saunder,
    inform the Jababian embassy,
    we have the weapon.
    Quite the first assignment
    for a probationary agent, M.
    Marrakesh,
    the Empty Quarter, Naples.
    Imagine what you will accomplish
    when you're one of us.
    - Yes, sir.
    - Enjoy this moment, M.
    They never last.
    I don't know how you do
    it, but you keep doing it.
    Yeah? What's that, C?
    Well, saving the world
    from total destruction
    twice...
    in as many years.
    I mean...
    - what are the odds?
    - What are the odds?
    MIB!
    Right.
    - Excuse me.
    - Yeah.
    - Hey.
    - Hey.
    How's it going?
    - Uh, you know.
    - Cool party, huh?
    - Yeah, great party.
    - Something is wrong.
    That's what
    I was thinking.
    I said to the Dyads we'd
    do anything to save our world.
    - They said that they would too.
    - Mm-hmm.
    Then they told us they needed
    the weapon for the Hive.
    What if we misunderstood
    what that meant?
    Maybe they needed the weapon
    to use against the Hive
    - to save their world.
    - Mm-hmm.
    Which could mean they were
    never the Hive at all.
    Uh-huh.
    But the DNA, the mutations.
    High T showed us that sample.
    All right. Let's see.
    Agent H, bring up
    the Dyad forensic report.
    Who has the authority
    to make a case file disappear?
    Come with me.
    And what about Naples?
    How did he know we were there?
    He was doing his job.
    Does his job
    include tracking us?
    He gave this to me as a gift.
    It has a chip inside it.
    We need to see the confiscated
    Jababian weapon.
    Not possible.
    Not possible? I'm the
    senior agent on the case.
    Let's make it possible.
    Where's the weapon?
    I think he's been chasing it
    the entire time.
    High T is the mole.
    He's gotta be.
    A mole for who?
    Where would he take it?
    Paris.
    My guess would be Paris.
    I knew all along
    that something was off.
    I thought
    he was covering for you,
    but it turns out,
    it was him.
    He was hiding
    his own tracks.
    Gotta be an explanation.
    M, come on.
    - I'm coming with you.
    - No, C.
    Hey, hey. Come on, now.
    This isn't about you.
    I know. I agree.
    Listen, if it turns out
    what you're saying is true
    and word gets out that T,
    the most decorated agent
    in MIB history,
    is a traitor,
    the agency will never recover.
    If we stop him,
    no one ever has to know.
    But what if
    you can't stop him? Then what?
    Well, then
    tell them it was me.
    Tell them
    I was the traitor.
    Trust me,
    the agency will believe you.
    You.
    Oh, that's right.
    That happened.
    That's what
    I'm talking about.
    I'm driving.
    Uh...
    That really
    should be here.
    Not in this country.
    There should be
    a big red button somewhere.
    Yes!
    Press the red button.
    Found it.
    Whoa!
    H, you gotta see this.
    A portal from Sector C
    has been activated.
    The Hive.
    I'm sending you backup. Out.
    You remember when I told you
    we're in the lying business?
    Mm-hmm.
    T said that to me
    when he recruited me.
    He said,
    "We have to lie to the world,
    which means we can never lie
    to each other."
    I just don't believe
    that he has.
    But you can't always
    trust your gut, H.
    Sometimes things are
    as they appear to be.
    No, we saved the world,
    for God's sakes.
    Together,
    with nothing but our wits
    and our Series-7
    De-Atomizers.
    So I've heard.
    - H?
    - Yeah?
    Mind telling me
    one more time?
    How'd you beat the Hive?
    Uh, it was
    three years ago.
    High T and I
    went to face the Hive
    with nothing but our wits and
    our Series-7 De-Atomizers. Cool?
    Yes, but how'd you do it?
    Wait. What are you doing?
    - I'm curious. How'd you do it?
    - I told you.
    - You didn't, though.
    - I did a few times.
    Okay, High T and I went up
    to face the Hive
    with nothing but our wits
    and our Series-7 De-Atomizers...
    Am I...?
    I'm repeating myself, aren't I?
    - Over and over.
    - Word for word.
    Yeah, um... Okay,
    why would I be doing that?
    H, I don't think that you beat
    the Hive that night.
    I think you were neuralyzed.
    Ah. You came to say goodbye.
    And you brought the lovely M.
    You can really feel
    the history here.
    Eiffel
    discovering wormholes,
    gangways to
    other civilizations,
    the First Alien Migration.
    And we made history here too,
    didn't we, H?
    With just our wits
    and our Series-7 De-Atomizers.
    No. We didn't.
    The Hive wanted the most
    powerful weapon in the galaxy,
    so you had Vungus bring it
    to Men in Black.
    You'd wait. When it came,
    you'd give it to them.
    My dear boy, you were always
    a bright one...
    but there's no stopping this.
    With the weapon out of the way,
    every planet will fall,
    starting with this one.
    Step away from the controls.
    You neuralyzed me.
    Made me a hero,
    the guy that saved the world.
    Left alive to sell the lie.
    They wanted this.
    You were there.
    You were always
    like a son to me.
    H?
    You were always
    like a son to me.
    That's not High T anymore.
    You were always
    like a son
    to him.
    Shoot it! Shoot it!
    My queen!
    I'm coming!
    What do we do?
    What do we do?
    I'm gonna get it back.
    I know he's still
    in there somewhere.
    Hey!
    Hey! I know
    you're in there somewhere!
    It's me, H.
    Remember, you wanted me
    to take your place.
    M!
    The truth of the universe.
    I want to know
    how it all works.
    The universe has a way
    of leading you
    to where you're
    supposed to be.
    At the moment
    you're supposed to be there.
    My queen!
    I'm not losing another queen.
    You said
    I was like a son to you.
    You were like
    a father to me.
    H.
    Right time...
    right place.
    Pawny?
    - Yeah?
    - You've served your queen well.
    Thank you, my lady.
    It was my honor.
    So is she as tough as they say?
    In a word, yes.
    - Well, you didn't screw up.
    - No, ma'am.
    Let's be honest,
    there were a few bumps along the way,
    - friction at the start...
    - Let's not be honest.
    Okay. No,
    we did not screw up.
    You said there may be a problem
    in London, but you knew.
    I hadn't trusted London branch
    for some time.
    I never understood
    the reason why.
    T lived for
    this organization.
    He was the very best
    we had to offer. He will be...
    ...missed.
    Welcome to the circus,
    Agent M.
    You are no longer
    probationary.
    Well, there you go.
    My work here is done, I...
    - You are.
    - I'm sorry, what?
    Probationary head
    of London branch.
    I'm sorry.
    Probationary head?
    It sounds like I got promoted
    and demoted at the same time.
    No. Try and cope.
    Several years ago, before
    all this, T mentioned to me
    a young, up-and-coming
    field agent who had certain
    leadership qualities,
    shall we say.
    Was his faith in you
    misplaced?
    No, I just think
    there are
    far more experienced
    agents than myself.
    Yeah, there are.
    But you have the full support
    of our senior staff
    and, by the way, Agent C.
    Is that right?
    - Do I take it you accept?
    - Yes.
    Good. I'll talk to
    the bosses upstairs.
    You need to clear
    your London desk
    and report to MIB
    in New York on Monday.
    New York.
    Thank you, Agent O.
    Congratulations,
    probie.
    Congratulations to you too.
    You'll want to
    brief your agents.
    Walk with me.
    So you wanted to know
    how it all works.
    Now you do.
    And as you will no doubt
    have divined, Agent M,
    there's a price.
    Nope.
    Hey there.
    What are you doing?
    I told O I had to
    take care of
    a couple things
    before I went back.
    Yeah? What,
    like stealing my car?
    No, like driving it.
    You're on the right side,
    at least.
    I'm a quic

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