Creature Commandos

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Ah!

Let go!

Alex. Alex. Alex.

You ain't going nowhere.

Won't you get that through your skull?

Okay.

Ah!

Jesus, Nina! What the hell!

Don't sneak up on me like that.

They're trying to kill us.

What option do I have but to sneak?

- Oh, shit! - Oh!

Damn it!

Did they see?

I don't know. I...

- - Huh?

Mon Dieu!

You! You look like the boss.

Tell them to pretend like we're not here,

or I will blow your head off!

Okay, maybe don't blow her head off.

Yes, blow her head off!

Oh, my God, you're crazy!

You're always so hyperbolically violent.

- You need therapy. -

Bonjour.

May I help you?

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Oh? Maybe you saw

Radka and Silviya returning from the store?

Please return when you are not working.

Our girls would all like to get to know

a handsome, royal knight more intimately.

Fine.

We helped you, yes?

So seems like good time for you to be leaving.

I think we'll hang here till the heat is off.

You know what?

Um, maybe we can make it, like, fun?

You know, do something to pass the time.

- - Do you guys

have Scattergories?

Oh, shit.

Doctor, my name is Amanda Waller.

I'm the director of A.R.G.U.S.

This man, General Rick Flag, reports to me. What happened?

I don't know.

He's in a coma. His back is broken,

and he seems to have suffered major internal damage.

Supposedly, some type of, uh, monster.

- Monster? - Dropped him off

at the Emergency Room doors.

What kind of monster?

Reptaloid? Amphibious? Simian? Mite? Poltergeist?

He was green, about seven feet tall.

Humanoid.

- Is that a thing? - That's a thing.

He had bolts on his head.

Eric Frankenstein.

He's been stalking The Bride for centuries.

I'm sorry. You're gonna have to wait out here.

Is he gonna be okay?

Maybe. But not if we don't tend to him now.

If Flag told Frankenstein where The Bride is...

He could stop her from assassinating the Princess,

which, according to Circe, is how World War Three starts.

Get operatives watching the local airports immediately.

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Slight change in the manifest, pilot.

I'll be joining my two friends

traveling to Pokolistan tonight.

Do you believe in love, my friend?

I do, I really do.

And the woman I love is about to make a tragic mistake,

and I need to warn her.

She's been bamboozled by malevolent forces.

And she's about to kill someone she shouldn't kill.

Yikes, right?

But here's the twist.

Once I save her from making this tragic error,

I'm pretty sure she won't be able to deny

how she and I are meant to be together.

So, why don't you do what you were born to do,

to play your small role in this romantic adventure

and turn the fuck around... and fly!

- Everything good? - Uh, all good.

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Oh.

[toddler laughing, squealing happily]

Faster, Daddy! Faster!

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Alex, I don't like it.

These people are...

I don't like them either, Parvin, but...

There is no good end to this.

There is a good end to it, babe.

That's why I'm doing this.

I can't continue my research without their funding.

I love you. You know that?

That is irrelevant to what we are talking about...

They're not good people! But a nuclear fusion treatment

that destroys cancer forever without harming the patient?

That's worth dealing with anyone!

With a treatment like that, my father might still be alive.

- Your mother. - Maybe...

there is some other way.

Sorry, Sartorius,

but this is the way it has to be.

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Yeah.

Yeah, that's right.

Get his prints in there good.

- -

Oh, poor baby.

I'm hungry.

Gladen?

Hungry?

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Have you ever considered this line of work?

A couple of girls like you would be popular.

Men are always looking for...

How they say...

a bit of strange.

Nina and I have a little more respect

for ourselves than that.

You use your body as weapon to kill people.

As opposed to source of pleasure.

This is how you respect yourself?

Your eyes tell story.

You have no respect for yourself,

- nor for anyone else. -

These girls here...

They struggle because they want to live.

You do everything you can... to die.

- Bride, don't! -

I must agree with your friend.

She's not my friend.

Will bring much suspicion if we do not answer that door.

Your choice.

[The Bride grunts in frustration]

Bonjour.