Men in Black Page #3

Kay and Dee escort their captive across the road and over a

small rise, leaving the stunned INS agents standing alone in

the roadway.

AGENT JANUS:

You ever heard of Division 6?

2ND INS AGENT

There is no Division 6.

3RD INS AGENT

Who are those guys?

EXT. DESERT CLEARING - NIGHT

Kay and Dee lead their captive into a clearing in the desert

brush. Dee pulls an enormous handgun from a shoulder holster

and stays a pace or two off, covering him. Kay has an arm

draped around the man's shoulders.

KAY:

I think you jumped off the bus in

the wrong part of town, amigo. In

fact, I'll bet dollars to pesos that

you're not --

He pulls out a small laser device, which he ZIPS neatly down

the front of the man's clothes.

KAY:

-- from anywhere near here.

The man's clothes fall to the ground, revealing what he really

is underneath -- A SCALY SPACE BASTARD, about four-and-a-

half feet tall, with a snouth, snail-like tentacles, and

independently moving eyes on stalks at the top of his head.

The only part of his camouflage not crumpled to the ground

is the humanesque "head," which he still lamely holds in one

of his hands. It's propped up by a stick, like a puppet, and

it continues to make expressions as he holds it.

KAY:

Mikey?! When did they let you out of

jail?

MIKEY replies -- an unfathomable combination of GRUNTS,

SQUEAKS, and saliva.

KAY:

Political refugee. Right.

DEE:

You know how many treaty articles

you've just violated?

Mikey makes a lame SQUEAK.

KAY:

One, my ass. Try seven.

DEE:

From unauthorized immigration to

failure to properly inoculate prior

to landing.

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