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hwp Mysteries in History,
with your host, Peter Graves.
Although no one has ever been able
to prove their existence...
...a quasi-government agency,
the Men in Black...
...supposedly carries out operations
here on Earth...
...in order to keep us safe from aliens
throughout the galaxies.
Here is one of their stories
that "never happened"...
...from one of their files
that doesnt exist.
. The leaders of Zartha
flee their planet...
...in order to escape the clutches
of the evil Kylothian, Serleena.
Arriving on Earth, the Zarthans bring
with them their greatest treasure:
The Light of Zartha,
a cosmic force so powerful...
...that in the wrong hands it could
lead to the annihilation of Zartha.
The Zarthans princess, Lauranna,
beseeched the Men in Black...
...to hide the Light from Serleena.
But they had no choice.
Intervention would have meant
the destruction of the Earth.
However, in an act of galactic bravery,
the Men in Black subdued Serleena...
...allowing the Zarthans to escape...
...so they might hide the Light
on another planet.
Serleena, released from her captors,
vowed that the Light would be hers...
...and that she would destroy
any planet that stood in her way.
And so, never knowing what happened...
...the people of Earth were saved
by a secret society of protectors...
...known as the Men in Black.
Harvey!
Harvey, get over here!
Harvey. Heel, heel!
Youre barking at the moon, moron.
Harvey. Harvey!
Hey, pretty lady.
You taste good.
Hey, what the...?
Yeah, you too.
Nothing fancy, no heroics.
By the book.
Got it. Hey!
Hey, Jeff. Whats happening, buddy?
- We were wondering why youre here.
- The mans talking to you.
You know our arrangements.
Stay in the E, F and R subway lines...
...and you get all the garbage
you want.
What the hell are you doing here,
worm boy?
Tee.
Jeff...
Excuse my partner.
Hes new and hes...
...kind of stupid.
You getting big, Jeff.
Boy, what you been eating?
You like jokes, huh?
Jeffrey!
All right.
Sweet dreams, big boy.
Sweet dreams...
...big boy.
Transit authority.
Move to the forward car.
We got a bug in the electrical system.
People! We got a bug
in the electrical system!
Now yall running?
No, no, no! Sit down!
Its only a -foot worm.
- Everybody out.
- Put the hammer down on this thing.
Im Captain Larry Bridgewater.
I decide what happens.
You decide?
Okay, come here. Come here.
Larry? Thats my man, Jeff.
- Larry just made a decision.
- Larry need to take his ass in there.
Dont make me do this, Jeff!
Eighty-first Street.
Just a second.
May I have your attention, please?
We thank you
for participating in our drill.
Had this been an emergency,
youd have been eaten.
Because you dont listen.
Youre ignorant.
How a man gonna bash through...?
Thats the problem with New Yorkers.
"Weve seen it all. A -foot worm!
Save us, Mr. Black Man!"
I ask you nice, "Move to the next car. "
You just sit there like...
Thank you for participating.
Hopefully, you enjoyed our smaller,
energy-efficient subway cars.
Watch your step.
You will have a nice evening.
I need a cleanup crew
at st and Central Park West.
Revoke Jeffs movement privileges.
Have him escorted
to the Chamber Street station.
And please check the expiration date
on the unipod worm tranquilizers.
Sorry, fellas. Station closed.
- Emergency drill. For your safety.
- Do you believe these putzes?
Youre welcome.
I know, by the book.
Tee, when was the last time
we just looked at the stars?
This is a test. I can do this.
Ever feel like youre alone
in the universe?
Yes.
No.
- Hey, let me buy you a piece of pie.
- Really?
Thanks.
Hey, youre not alone
in the universe.
- Remove the arm.
- Okay.
Please, shut up, Charlie.
Im tired of you constantly talking
behind my back.
You meet a girl. Shes into it.
The best line you come up with is:
"Wanna come back to my place for some
tonsil hockey and egg salad?"
- Who are you and howd you get in here?
- You like egg salad?
Serleena!
Why didnt you say it was you?
- Wheres the Light?
- Heres the deal.
Youre looking for this Light.
We found it.
You want it, itll cost you mill.
Heres how itll work. First...
Where is the Light?
We couldnt find it, but we found
a guy who might know where it is.
He runs a pizza parlor
on Spring Street.
Lets go. And wipe your nose, idiot.
- Good pie.
- Yeah.
Crowded.