Yes. Yes. That's it. Friendship.
Communication.
Yes. You understand me, don't you?
We understand each other.
You understand us.
We're gonna die, you know that?
So why in God's name are you humming?
Sergeant Ricky Blatnikoff of EchoTango
One is about to stick it to alien bloody invaders.
Nobody in my family ever did sweet F.A.
and here I am about to defend the entire planet.
Nah. You really are mental.
That's just a nickname.
Guess they didn't come in peace.
So the missile hones in on this radio
beacon thing. What if they jam it?
We're screwed. They claim they're jamproof.
But they're made in China, so.
E.T., bugger off.
What are you looking at, ugly little mongrel
bloody thing? You should have taken the hint.
We got the bastard.
The bastard's got us, you dickhead.
I saved your damn life.
Yeah, and stuff the damn planet.
I told 'em,
I told the brass we needed real equipment.
Rocket launchers, EMPs,
bunker busters, fragmentation mines.
And do they appreciate my foresight
and preparation?
Oh, no. Wankers wouldn't even give me
one little suitcase nuke.
I can't imagine why.
I'm activating the beacon.
We're gonna need to get out of here real quick.
Okay. I'm arming it. Keep your eyes pealed.
Got about four minutes.
Steve, three minutes!
Al?
Steve. You gotta get outta here. Al?
Steve. Two minutes.
You gotta leave me.
I can't move my legs. I won't make it.
I'll guard the beacon. Go. Go!
Give 'em hell.
Good. Company.
Ten seconds!
Get down!
Hey, ugly. Incoming.
There, you beauty! Tea and medals!
Red eye's gone! Red eye's gone.
All right? Yeah.
It worked.
We got 'em? We got 'em.
For God so loved the world,
that he gave his only begotten son that
whoever believe within him should not perish
but have everlasting life. Amen.
Amen.
Absent friends.
Steve. I have to know. How much was real?
He wanted to talk about children.
Was that a lie?
No. He loved you. And he wanted kids.
ids and a farm.
To grow grapes? Grapes.
illed the aliens and saved the Earth.
Red eye's gone. Home. Sleep.
I should have trusted you.
I should have listened.
I'm sorry. I feel like crap. You should.
They're still out there somewhere, aren't they?
That's a pretty good bet.
You gonna keep looking for 'em?
Oh, I do whatever they tell me to do.
But right now they told me to
take thirty days leave.
You got any plans?
Oh, sleep for about a week
and then some quality vacation time.
Where you goin'? Nowhere hot.
You like snow? Yeah. I love snow.
Good.Look.
Somebody's pulling down the shades.
That's no shade, Spinner.
That's an eyelid.
Something huge is looking at us with
that monstrous eye.
What do you think it is?
I don't know, but
we're going to find out.
(HEATSTROKE)
Okay. Give us another pose. There you go.
Ah, that's sexy. Right there.
Hold it. Ah, that's great.
Hold it. Hold it.
Nice. Ooh, that's hot. Oh, right there.
Okay, good. Okay,
this time, Brooke, I want you to kneel.
That's looking good.
Can I go to the bathroom?
Oh. Can you just hang on a sec?
We gotta get his shot.
We're running way behind.
What do you think it is?
I don't know, but
we're going to find out.
Echo-Tango One, this is O'Bannon.
I've got a problem. Echo-Tango One, come in.
Echo-Tango One, respond.
Where the hell are you guys?
Mayday, Mayday.
Alpha-Bravo to Echo-Tango One,
I'm going down.
Repeat, I'm going down.
Heads up! Hey! Watch out!
What's that idiot think he's doing?
Hey, watch out! Hey! Hey,
get out of the way! Move!
Go!
What the hell's he doing?
Man, that was close. That's it. I'm done.
Is everybody okay?
Man, what was he thinking? God.
What kind of crazy stunt was that?
You could have killed us.
What are you talking about?
Everybody's fine.
Oh, my God.
The hair, the makeup, it's ruined.
I didn't mean to...
Trying to get a closer look, huh?
Look what you did.
Echo-Tango One, Echo-Tango One.
This is O'Bannon, over.
Stupid paparazzi.
Paparazzi? You think I look