Invasion U.S.A. Page #2

- That's because I'm older.|- I'll put it up.

- That's no fair.|- Time for dinner.

- Oh, not now.|- Come on, we'll finish this later.

We're coming.

Come on.

- I've really gotta go.|- Come on.

Five more minutes.

- Billy.|- Coming.

They make it so easy,|don't they, Nikko?

Give it to me!

Come on.

Oh, my God.

- You wanna meet them?|- No.

Come on, vamos,|I know you wanna meet them.

Estas chicas, they wouldn't|have nothing to do with me.

You've gotta try, man.

Come on.|I'm gonna show you. Just relax.

- What am I gonna say?|- Don't worry, man, that's up to me.

- Buenas noches, ladies.|- Hola.

- My friend here thinks you are a fox.|- Tonio, man.

How about if you guys|give us a break for once?

It's always the same bullshit|with you dudes.

I hope you guys are a little more|friendly than the two last week.

Enough.

He wants witnesses.

- Why?|- I don't know.

There has to be a reason.|There just has to be a reason.

They're coming back!

Sons of b*tches! Kill them!

F*** you, man.

Get the f*** out of here.

F*** you. I'm tired of your sh*t, too.

Hey!

What the f*** are you looking at?|F*** you.

- Do you want some?|- Come on, motherf***er.

Hold it. Where are you going?

- I don't think I know you, pal.|- Makes us even. I don't know you, either.

You don't have to know me, a**hole.|Are you buying or selling?

- Just looking.|- No, no, you don't look here.

This ain't no peepshow.

You got business, do it.

You got that, hunk?

I'm not sure.|You wanna run that by me again?

That's OK. I think I get it.

Son of a b*tch.

- Hi, Matt.|- How's business?

Just booming.

Sorry. All sorts of amateurs these days|are willing to fight wars for money.

- I'm looking for Rostov.|- Rostov?

You think he's behind all this?|He can't be. He's in Europe.

He's here.

I gotta find him.

You know,|you never had any patience, Hunter.

I don't have time. Besides, you owe me|for saving your ass in South America.

I saw some strange new faces|last night at the King Cobra.

Looked real experienced.

I'd say they were in the business.

Might be some of Rostov's people.|I don't know.

- See you in hell.|- Send me a postcard.

Thanks.

Trouble sure has a way|of following you around, doesn't it?

This is going on everywhere.|Or haven't you noticed?

These bastards hit over 20 places|in Miami alone last night.

I don't know how many today. They're|turning the people against each other.

And, worse, against authority.

Our people don't take it when they're|threatened. They stand up and fight back.

So every incident like this|breeds ten more exactly like it.

We don't even have the resources|to deal with half of them.

I can't believe|this is happening here, sir.

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