(seagulls calling)
(eagle screeching)
(mysterious music)
- I love your body.
- But I thought it was my mind you were after.
- To be a world-renowned scientist and have the
(moaning) body of a Greek god?
You're too much, Jean Pierre.
(moaning)
On second thought,
you're just enough.
(jazzy music)
(doorbell ringing)
- Bonjour.
- How do you do?
I'm here to pick up a young lady visiting Mr. Lesage.
- Mr. Lesage does not wish to be disturbed.
- I have a present for you.
French chocolates.
They're so good they're to die for.
- No!
(gunshot firing)
(energetic music)
(gunshot firing)
- Oh, cool!
Right between the eyes!
- Give me a minute.
God you were good.
But hey,
so was I.
(mysterious music)
(birds chirping)
Platter Puss, it's you.
What a great disguise.
You had me fooled.
- Yeah, I love my work, it's so creative.
- I don't mind leaving my mark as a killer.
But these prints will never do.
Wake me when we get to the plane.
- Absolutely.
(mysterious music)
- Black Widow here.
Business concluded, the experiment was a success.
We are leaving Paris now.
We refuel in Newfoundland and expect to arrive
in Dallas, Texas tomorrow afternoon.
Ciao.
- That was some scene back there.
Remind me never to have sex with you.
- I do justice to my codename.
- Yeah you do.
(rock music)
(jet engine droning)
(gentle instrumental music)
(lion growling)
(birds chirping)
(lion growling)
(horse snickering)
(birds chirping)
- Well, my love, I should only be gone about a week.
Tomorrow I'll be in Dallas, the Scientific Symposium
will be in three days and I'll be back in South Africa
before you know it.
- Be careful, my love.
- I will.
When I get back, we should spend a week in Johannesburg
in one of those romantic hotels.
- I'd like that. - Mmm.
- Have a nice trip, Mr. Vandermeer.
- Thank you, Hans.
(suspenseful music)
(birds chirping)
(car starting)
(explosion booming)
(dramatic music)
- Yes!
- This is Cobra, business concluded.
He bought the farm.
I'll arrive in Dallas tomorrow morning.
(mysterious music)
Come on, baby.
(upbeat music)
- The group behind you is arriving.
- Hello, permit me to introduce myself.
I'm Dr. Sun Hee Wang.
- Oh, the famous scientist from Beijing.
- You are very kind.
And this is my associate, Dr. Joe.
- Hello. - Hi, how are you?
- Well would you two like to play ahead of me?
- Oh no, watching you will be an inspiration.
(giggling)
(swanky music)
(murmuring in foreign language)
(laughing)
(speaking foreign language)
(groaning)
(swanky music)
(suspenseful music)
- Dr. Wang!
I believe you're right over here.
Oh, and don't forget,
keep your eye on the ball.
(suspenseful music)
(explosion booming)
(dramatic music)
Yeah, this is Scorpion checking in.
Business concluded,
I guess you could say I
blasted myself out of the rough.
You could always count on me.
I'll be in Big D by three, see ya.
(suspenseful music)
(awe-inspiring music)
- Tom, is Agent Samantha Maxx still here in Washington?
- Yes sir, she should be.
- Get her on the agency's security line for me.
- I'll get her now. - Thanks.
(sighing)
(mysterious music)
(breathing heavily)
(phone ringing)
- This is Samantha Maxx.
- Samantha, this is Nicholas Lang here.
Pack a few things and meet me at the agency airstrip
in one hour, we're leaving for Dallas.
- Yes, sir.
(dramatic music)
What are we watching?
- It's all part of the scenario, Agent Maxx.
The codename for this project is The Dallas Connection.
Four of the world's most accomplished scientists
had equal portions of an equation.
That equation has been divided into
four specialized computer chips.
Yesterday, these chips were delivered to our main
computer center at I/WAR in Dallas, Texas.
I/WAR is an anagram for the International
World Arms Removal.
- This launch we're watching on the monitor
will put a satellite into permanent orbit
with new atomic-age technology.
It's call the Lacroix Satellite.
What's the connection?
- The Lacroix Satellite utilizes a new technology
called synthetic aperture radar,
a system so sensitive it can record hundreds
of detailed images every day,
through the densest cloud cover,
foliage or even complete darkness.
It's so sensitive it can even penetrate dirt or sand
to reveal features buried beneath the Earth's surface
such as missile silo doors
or fortifications containing tanks,
missile carriers and even caches of arms and ammunition.
A powerful meteor shower is due in three days.
This meteor shower will enhance the energy in the system
to its most powerful potential.
If everything falls into place,
we'll be able to pinpoint the weapons
controlled by terrorists, drug lords and mercenaries,
you name it.
- I can see the importance of the I/WAR timing.
If we miss this meteor shower,
there won't be another one of this magnitude
for 130 years.
So what's the problem?
- Three of the four scientists were murdered
within the last 12 hours.
The Frenchman was shot in the head.
The South African was blown up in his car
and the Chinese scientist was exploded to bits
on a golf course in Hong Kong.
This leaves only one man, the scientist from South America.
A man named Antonio Morales.
He left from Buenos Aires on a commercial flight
five hours ago.
He should arrive in Dallas shortly after we do.
Call your agents in Dallas,
Chris Cannon and Mark Austin,
have them meet us at the arrival terminal.
We'll meet Mr. Morales' plane
and escort him to our office.
(phone beeping)
(jet engine droning)
(tires squealing)
- Skyhawks Racing.
Yeah, yeah, he's out testing the PanAm car.
I'll bring him in.
- This is Chris Cannon.
(energetic music)
(phone ringing)
- Mark Austin here.
(swanky music)
- Lucky break for you.
Samantha's comin' to town.
- Yeah, I haven't seen her since last March.
How do I look?
- She's coming with Nicholas Lang.
It ain't no social call.
(swanky music)
(rock music)
- How were your trips?
- [Both] They were a blast!
- You girls are looking good.
Nice work yesterday, both of you.
There'll be a bonus in it for you.
(swanky music)
Cobra, I have a little assignment for you
and Puss this afternoon.
- Cool.
(mysterious music)
You drive, I'll shoot.
Airport.
(motorcycle revving)
Let's go.
(upbeat music)
(tires squealing)
- [Samantha] Thanks, Tom.
Hey, Chris.
Hey, Mark.
- Mr. Antonio Morales? - Yes.
- Nicholas Lang of the Bureau,
we have a serious security problem,
I'm here to escort you to the I/WAR office.
Federal Agents Samantha Maxx,
Chris Cannon and Mark Austin.
Shall we?
(motorcycle engine rumbling)
(gunshots firing)
(dramatic music)
- Is everyone all right?
- Are you okay?
- Let's go.
(police siren wailing)
(tires squealing)
- [Nicholas] Chris, you and Mark meet me
at the I/WAR office, I'll clear things up here!
Sir, may I talk to you for a minute?
- Yes.
- What we have here is a federal case.
(tires squealing)
(murmuring)
(upbeat music)
- Hi, Sherrie. - Hi, Mark.
- How you doing? - Fine.
You boys look a little stressed.
- It's been one of those days.
- Meeting's been set up in the boardroom.
- Great.
- Thanks.
(clearing throat)
- Obviously, as we discussed,
we have a serious security leak.
You, Mr. Morales, must be protected.
If you agree to cooperate,
the plan is to tread a fine line
between protecting your safety
and trying to lure the assassins into revealing themselves.
- I am committed to this project.
Please, find the assassins.
I am willing to do anything it takes.
- Fortunately we have the four computer chips
you and your colleagues sent to us last week.
These chips will be entered into the master I/WAR computer
in three days, however, we'll need you,
Mr. Morales, to supervise this procedure.
It is imperative that we protect you.
You have your man, Ron, I realize,
but I am assigning Tom and Samantha
to alternate staying close to you at all times.
They'll have their special radios with them.
They can contact each other or our office
if anything suspicious should arise.
Just go about your business as usual, Mr. Morales,
but please try to keep a fairly low profile.
Now would you and Ron wait outside for a minute?
I have a few things I want to discuss with my agents.
Tom will join you shortly.
(suspenseful music)
What I'm going to do
is unusual as hell.
I'm giving each of you a chip to carry with you.
With these small gold chains,
you can hang them on your neck
so they're close to you at all times.
(suspenseful music)
Torn,
yours is from South Africa.
Samantha, yours is from France.
Mark, yours is from China.
And Chris, yours is from Argentina,
from our friend Antonia out there.
Also, Tom and Samantha,
your radios have both homing devices
and sensitive tape recorders built in them.
Record your actions wherever you go.
We'll need a record of all of Mr. Morales' movements.
He's important, don't let anything happen to him.
All of you stay in touch.
I'll be here in the I/WAR office
Until the Dallas Connection is made.
If all goes well, the computer chips will be entered
into the master computer on Friday
and hopefully Mr. Morales will be able to initiate
the procedure to activate the Lacroix Satellite.
Tom, you go with Morales.
The rest of you, dismissed.
- [Samantha] Okay.
(suspenseful music)
(tires squealing)
(Puss chuckling)
- How did it go?
- Not great.
- Not great?
You missed him by a mile.
- Yeah, but at least I got his attention.
- It's okay for now, I have other plans for Señor Morales.
(swanky music)
- Hey, Mark?
Do you have those drinks? - Here they are.
Just in the nick of time.
- Uh-uh.
We haven't seen each other in months.
You can't expect me to surrender just like that.
You need to seduce me,
with poetry and music and romance.
You know, get me in the mood.
(chuckling)
- I'd like to suck the polish off your toes.
(energetic music)
(swanky music)
(rock music)
- Welcome to Cowboys, ladies and gentlemen,
the hottest little spot in Dallas!
The man in charge tonight is none other
than the world famous Platter Puss!
(cheering)
- [Puss] Gonna do a little line dancing for you tonight.
We got some hot chicks that'll blow
your boots off. - Good evening, gentlemen.
Right this way. - So sit back, relax,
and let the good times roll.
And remember, tip your waiters and waitresses
and save a couple greenies for me if you got.
We've got five women that are gonna rock your world!
First up is Black Widow!
38D bust, standing at 6'1", believe me guys,
she's worth the climb!
All right.
Next we've got Cobra.
With a bite that'll knock you out of sight!
Oh yeah!
Lookie there.
Next up, we have Scorpion,
with the tail sting of death.
All right.
And then we've got the two local yokels,
these women will dance you into ecstasy.
- Inside Cowboys.
The place is loud!
The girls are beautiful.
(rock music)
12:00 midnight, Mr. Morales and Ron are entering the hotel
and going to their room.
I'm gonna get a cup of coffee
and stand guard in the lobby for the night.
(mysterious music)
Sam!
This is Tom, I'm leaving Morales and Ron.
Will be at the I/WAR building in a couple of minutes.
I'll meet you at the parking garage in back.
- Hey.
- He's all yours,
I'm going to my place to get some sleep,
then I'll be back to work out in the agency gym.
See you here around midnight, okay?
- Okay
- I have a great day planned for us,
we're going to the races.
- Oh, which races?
Hotrod or sport of kings?
- For a princess like you?
Sport of kings, of course.
I know a beautiful track just across the state line,
it's called Louisiana Downs.
(rock music)
- Your next assignment, ladies.
Instructions and a certain item, all right here.
(trumpeting)
(upbeat music)
(bell ringing)
- [Announcer] And they're off!
And bringing in the lead is Brandy.
Con is in the middle and Springtime delayed.
Around the outside of the track we have Princess,
followed by Banana, followed by Southern Son.
And then it's Lady Arkansas then Proper Queen,
followed up there by Shortly Real
and trailing just a little while.
(cheering)
- Yeah! - Yeah, yeah!
- [Samantha] Yay!
(announcer murmuring)
(cheering)
- [Man] Come on, damn it!
(announcer murmuring)
- [Samantha] We won!
- Yay!
(laughing)
(suspenseful music)
(tires squealing)
- How are you?
- Great.
You know, if you back off two turns on the rear coilover
you'll get more bite on the exit
and be able to run lower on the groove.
- [Chris] Lady's got a point there, Skeet.
Need a hand?
- Nah, I got a handle on it.
- [Chris] You're very knowledgeable.
Thanks for the advice. - You're welcome.
- So,
what's your name?
- Cobra. - Cobra?
Do you bite?
- Frequently.
(groaning)
- Sounds like it could be the starter.
Don't worry about it, I'll have Skeet fix it.
Need a lift home?
- Actually I'm kinda thirsty.
How 'bout we go back to your place for a drink?
- Yeah, sure, sounds great.
Hop in the Vette, I'll go change.
- Okay.
(waves lapping)
(swanky music)
- Hi. - Hi.
(chuckling)
- Would you mind watching my Jet Ski
while I move my trailer?
- Sure, no problem.
- Thanks.
(mysterious music)
(engine rumbling)
(energetic music)
(suspenseful music)
My Jet Ski's not working!
- Do you need a tow?
- That'd be great.
(mysterious music)
(upbeat music)
- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.
- This way, please.
- Thanks.
- For a scientist, you seem surprisingly normal,
even somewhat of a romantic.
- Thank you.
Yes, some of us have more on our minds than microchips
and hard drives.
(gentle instrumental music)
- You know, you're kinda sexy.
- I'm easy too.
Not cheap, but I'm easy.
- Good.
(chuckling)
(gentle instrumental music)
- Mmm!
This is delicious.
- Excuse me?
- So you are an absent-minded scientist after all.
- Guilty.
- So, who are you and what do you do?
- Mark.
Mark Austin.
My partner and I operate a jet charter service and
run a small racing team on the side.
- Hmm, sounds exciting.
- What's your name?
- Scorpion.
- Really?
(chuckling) Scorpion?
Maybe we should be drinking Stingers.
(laughing)
(mysterious music)
(crickets chirping)
(swanky music)
♪ In the dark ♪
♪ Of the night ♪
♪ I touch you ♪
♪ You are warm and soft ♪
♪ And just right ♪
♪ My desire ♪
♪ For you ♪
♪ Is so strong ♪
♪ And I'll make sweet love to you all night ♪
♪ Just one kiss ♪
♪ Lights my fire ♪
♪ Just one touch ♪
♪ Fans my flames ♪
♪ You are here ♪
♪ In my arms, dear ♪
♪ And I will never ♪
♪ No, never ♪
♪ Be the same ♪
(swanky music)
(mysterious music)
(suspenseful music)
(gasping)
(groaning)
- I told you I bite.
(mysterious music)
- You're a beautiful man, Mark Austin.
- Are you talking to me?
(chuckling)
(sighing)
Look,
this is great and all but
I'm kinda involved.
(sighing)
- How'd you feel about getting involved with these?
(swanky music)
(electricity zapping)
(yelling)
(mysterious music)
- Charlie, can you come in here for a second?
- Yes?
- Yes, Frau Kessler, Cape Town, South Africa.
Get her on the phone for me, please.
- Right away, sir. - Thanks.
- Got it.
(rock music)
(mysterious music)
- Excuse me, Ma'am, this is a security building.
Authorized personnel only.
I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
- I'm sorry, I guess I must be lost.
I could use a little direction.
(yelling)
(rock music)
(mysterious music)
You know what to do.
Give me 15 minutes before you make your move.
- This is Charlie, get me the overseas operator.
(gunshot firing) (yelling)
(groaning)
- Charlie, did you get her on the phone?
(mysterious music)
Charlie,
Frau Kessler, did you get her on the phone?
Charlie?
(yelling)
(rock music)
(gunshot firing)
(mysterious music)
(vocalizing)
- Oh what a way to go.
Beats drowning.
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
(yelling)
- Kiss
my
ass!
(yelling)
(groaning)
(yelling)
Why?
Why are you here?
(groaning)
Who sent you?
(yelling)
(groaning)
(yelling)
(thudding)
(yelling)
(groaning)
(screaming)
(yelling)
(mysterious music)
- Thanks, Antonio.
It was memorable. - And so are you.
I'm glad you won at the races,
I won by just being with you.
- What a piece of work.
(thudding)
- A right cross is something you're born with,
it's a natural thing, you don't just learn it.
It's not like that Kung Fu crap.
- You got a point there, Ms. Widow.
- You bet your sweet ass!
Now grab the bitch and let's go!
(birds chirping)
(electricity zapping)
(mysterious music)
(birds chirping)
- Hey, Chris!
What the hell happened to you?
- I was with this great-lookin' chick.
I think she drugged me.
She took the Vette.
- I was with a great-lookin' chick too.
She showed me her hooters,
nailed me with a taser gun.
I was unconscious all night.
- I still have my chip.
- Yeah, mine's still here too.
What could they have wanted?
There must be a reason behind this.
I just don't know what it is.
My mind is a blank.
- Wait a minute, let's go!
- Those gals were pros,
we're lucky we still have our underwear.
- That's it for me, no more casual sex.
- Yeah...
right.
(engine rumbling)
Chris, there are no signs of bullet hits in this area.
(mysterious music)
- Mark!
These are blank casings.
There's Officer White, why don't you see
if he knows anything, okay?
I'm gonna check in with Nicholas' office.
- All right.
Officer White, could I speak to you for a moment please?
- Of course.
- [Mark] Have you found any of these shell casings around?
- [Officer White] No, I sure haven't.
(phone beeping)
- Agent Cannon for Nicholas, please.
(suspenseful music)
Damn!
I can't believe it.
All right, thanks.
Mark, let's go!
- Thank you, very much. - Sure thing.
- Bad news.
While we were out cold last night,
somebody killed Nicholas and Tom.
(tires squealing)
(camera clicking)
- Damn.
Nicholas.
- Small caliber shot to the head.
- Restraints,
gunshot to the head.
- Same MO as Jean Pierre, the scientist in Paris.
- The other body's downstairs in the gym.
- Thanks a lot, I'll take it from here.
- I'll go file my report.
- Captain.
- His necklace is gone.
- What can you tell us about this?
- Well, he's been dead about seven hours.
He was in a hell of a fight, his neck's been broken.
- Know where his clothes are?
- Yeah, they're in the locker.
Forensics is checking 'em now.
- Thank you.
- Betty Joe, you better bring some more tape,
this boy is huge!
- Agent Austin, Agent Cannon.
What you got there?
- Money clip, some change,
couple of cigars.
Small box of matches and this radio thing.
- We're gonna need to keep these.
Look, Tom was one of us.
I'll get it back to ya!
Mark, the matches are from the Cowboys nightclub.
Reach Samantha on the radio, let's go.
(energetic music)
- That's good, girls, you can take a break.
- Agents Chris Cannon, Mark Austin.
- You guys lookin' for some girls?
- Look lady, we're not here to play games.
Just tell us about the people that run this place.
- I'm only the choreographer
and the night hostess.
The new management is tough and distant.
The owner goes by the name of Black Widow.
She has a big house out on Cross Lake
and I overheard them talking last night
saying they were going out there today
to meet some girl named Samantha or something like that?
- Keep this visit to yourself, lady!
- I never saw you guys.
(mysterious music)
- Oh look, Cobra, the group's arrived.
- Okay, let me get the boat.
(mysterious music)
(beeping)
(birds chirping)
- [Black Widow] Get over behind that desk!
(gentle instrumental music)
- Cobra and Scorpion have given me their chips,
now for the other two, please.
(mysterious music)
(chiming)
This is the chip Scorpion got from Agent Mark Austin.
His was from China.
(keys clacking)
(chiming) This is chip two,
from poor Tom.
His was from South Africa.
(keys clacking)
(chiming)
This is chip three from sweet Samantha.
Hers was from France.
And this, my dear friends,
is the final chip.
Our lovely Cobra obtained this from Agent Chris Cannon,
my chip from Argentina.
(beeping)
Oh my, my.
My lovely Cobra,
your bite is so deadly.
We've suspected you for a long time.
Please observe.
(suspenseful music)
The Frenchman, Jean Pierre,
lies dead after he's tasted the poison
of our beautiful Black Widow.
Ah, this tape shows the sting of our Scorpion.
Sun Hee Wang joins his ancestors.
This tape, my dear Cobra,
was taken from the passenger side of the Jeep
you demolished in South Africa.
Notice,
Mr. Vandermeer throws himself to the ground
and crawls to the brush nearby prior to the explosion.
(suspenseful music)
Did you think Black Widow's agents
would not monitor these important assassinations?
And for the coup de grace,
my dear ladies,
Puss!
A bug,
planted in your superior's room,
Nicholas Lang.
I designed it, it's undetectable.
(chuckling)
I knew Chris Cannon had been given the chip
I sent to the I/WAR office.
That's why Black Widow assigned you to him.
You exchanged it for a fake
and brought another fake to me.
Not to worry,
I cloned my chip in Argentina
before I sent the original
to the I/WAR office.
The Dallas Connection is complete.
I will have the power to control the output photos
from the satellite.
It will be worth billions to me.
(mysterious music)
(gunshots firing)
- Damn it!
(laughing)
This was the gun Puss used at the airport!
- That's right, sweetheart.
(grunting)
- [Antonio] I detest violence.
- I don't.
- That's good because I'm afraid there will be more.
- Here's the tracking device.
- Kim called from the nightclub.
Your two other agent friends are on their way,
they too have a similar device.
No doubt they'll be able to pinpoint the location
of our campsite.
Beautiful Samantha,
come with me to Argentina and live the good life.
Or die here with the others.
- I'd rather die.
(suspenseful music)
- Here they come!
They're about 300 yards out!
Let's rock and roll, man!
(laughing)
- Do your thing, Puss.
- All right!
- Mark, get down!
(gunshots firing)
(dramatic music)
(thudding)
- Fu, Ron, take it from here.
- Follow me!
Boys, after you finish with those guys,
rape these bitches and kill 'em.
I know I would.
(dramatic music)
- Come on! (groaning)
(gunshots firing)
(gunshot firing) (screaming)
(gasping)
- Damn.
I'm sorry.
(gunshot firing)
Stay put.
(gunshots firing)
(bullets ricocheting)
(gun clicking)
- Put it down or I'll break her neck!
- Try doin' that to me.
(grunting)
(yelling)
(dramatic music)
(thudding) (grunting)
(groaning)
(yelling)
(gunshot firing) (yelling)
(dramatic music)
(leaves crunching)
(gunshot firing)
(gunshots firing)
(dramatic music)
- Cover me!
Antonio, that son of a bitch!
Let's go!
(gunshots firing)
Let's get 'em! - No, let's go to the water!
(suspenseful music)
(yelling)
(gunshot firing)
(gunshots firing)
(gun clicking)
- Shit.
- Tough luck, boy scout!
- Saved the best for last.
(laughing)
(explosion booming)
(dramatic music)
Should've read your fortune cookie.
(gunshots firing)
(suspenseful music)
- This is for Nicholas and Tom.
(gunshots firing)
(yelling)
(gasping)
(mysterious music)
(explosion booming)
Yeah!
(water splashing)
(thudding)
Is this luck or what?
- All I can say is, chips ahoy.
(laughing)
- You guys okay? - Yeah, we're fine.
- You.
We've got a score to settle.
- Wait a minute, Chris, she's one of us,
with the European Division.
- I'll get the Vette back to you.
- We're going back to the house and secure things.
- Yeah, well, we'll be there in a minute.
- All right. - Let's go.
- So how did you manage to explode the car
in South Africa and not kill Vandermeer?
- I contacted Vandermeer the day before,
gave him a two-way radio,
we had to make it look good.
We made sure he made contact with Hans.
He suspected that bastard all along.
- Have a nice trip, Mr. Vandermeer.
- Thank you, Hans.
- I informed Vandermeer by radio
that the explosion would happen at the gate.
Vandermeer, this is Cobra.
Let me know when you're approaching the gate.
- I hear ya loud and clear, Cobra,
I'll be at the gate in about 10 seconds.
- Once he got to the gate,
I gave him time to make the switch with the dummy,
before I set off the charge.
(air hissing)
(explosion booming)
We set it up so that Hans would see the explosion
from the driver's side
and not see Vandermeer escaping.
We figured he'd report to Black Widow
that Vandermeer had been killed.
Later, Vandermeer would have Hans arrested.
Who knew that damn Hans
was told to video tape the explosion.
And just our luck, he taped it from the passenger side.
Well, obviously he sent the tape to Black Widow
without seeing it or he would've known
of Vandermeer's escape.
- Exactly.
- Great, yeah, I'll pass it on.
Thanks.
All right, Vandermeer and his wife
have just landed at the Dallas Airport.
Now he'll be able to insert those chips
into the I/WAR computer tomorrow at the optimum time
and activate the Lacroix Satellite.
- What happened to Hans and Mr. Wang's golf partner?
- Now they've been detained by the police in South Africa
and Hong Kong.
- So that means The Dallas Connection
will be made after all?
- Yeah.
But at what cost?
- Right.
Nicholas and Tom are dead.
- The agency lost two damn good men.
We'll miss them.
(swanky music)
- When I get this all straightened out,
I'm coming back for you 'cause I like your style, cowboy.
(swanky music)
- Check this style, bitch!
(thudding) (groaning)
(laughing)
- Beautiful.
- [Mark] Damn.
- Oh! - I'm outta here.
(swanky music)
(crickets chirping)
- It's great the agency gave us a week off.
- Yeah, we could all use the R&R.
- Absolutely. - That's for sure.
- Chris, what are you reading?
- Well according to this report,
Sun Hee Wang, the scientist that was blown up
on the golf course in Hong Kong,
was just about to team up with Antonio Morales.
Scorpion did the world a favor.
- At least she did something right.
(chuckling)
- While we're on the subject, Mark,
exactly how far did you go with that Scorpion bitch?
- I'm not sure, I just remember that
one of us exposed their breasts.
- Really?
Which one of you?
- Hey Mark, can't tell 'em everything,
gotta keep a little mystery in the romance.
- Yeah.
You're right, I'll drink to that.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
(rock music)
♪ Play it all out ♪
♪ Spread it around ♪
♪ You got to raise a little hell before you take 'em down ♪
♪ If you're not really sure what you want ♪
♪ You gotta try a little harder to keep what you got ♪
♪ You want the babes ♪
♪ You want the power ♪
♪ You better get on top before the fire gets hot ♪
♪ Don't let things reach critical mass ♪
♪ Before we stop right here ♪
♪ And kick some ass ♪
(rock music)
♪ We're back in the action ♪
♪ With a lot of passion ♪
♪ We're back in the action ♪
♪ To make The Dallas Connection, yeah ♪
(rock music)
♪ The women are tough with a lot of guts ♪
♪ But as far as you know, someone's gonna get drugged ♪
♪ Hang onto your judgment, there's much to lose ♪
♪ 'Cause bikinis and bullets is what they use ♪
♪ You want the babes ♪
♪ And you want the power ♪
♪ You better get on top before the fire gets hot ♪
♪ Don't let things reach critical mass ♪
♪ Before we stop right here and kick some ass, yeah ♪
♪ We're back in the action ♪
♪ With a lot of passion ♪
♪ We're back in the action ♪
♪ To make The Dallas Connection, yeah ♪
(rock music)