Alien Nation: Body and Soul Page #4

Yes, I know. Even Susan

couldn't get her to eat.

- I'm taking her to the hospital, out the back.

- No wonder they're out there.

Hey! You seen this?

Oh, hi, Cathy.

The kid and the giant

made the papers.

- But there's been no press conference.

- Gee, I wonder who told them?

This is unbelievable.

George! George!

You were right.

Dextra has a chopper. The logs don't show

anything, but I talked to the ground crew...

and the bird went up in the middle of the night

with Penn and Jones and came back at dawn.

What about the background

check on Tivoli?

- Classified. Highest security.

- That's odd.

- Try Bureau of Newcomer Affairs.

They have clearance. - Uh-uh.

They refused flat-out-

No reason.

- She should be with the giant.

- Talk about the odd couple.

They belong together.

I can feel it.

- What do you mean?

- I can't explain. It's- It's-

It's so strong,

their connection.

We'll give you an escort,

Doctor, some security at the hospital.

Captain, you shouldn't

have done this!

- Me? When I find out who leaked this-

- I'm wasting my time.

I'll need those findings

as soon as possible.

- If she's a hybrid.

- Of course she is.

Yeah.

Yes, sir. Um,

I'll find out who leaked it.

I'll put out a reward.

Albert.

Albert, what's wrong?

Yes, sir.

It's been decided

that, uh, perhaps...

now is not the right time

for a press conference.

I guess not.

- There'll be plenty of time after my tests-

- Forget the tests.

The giant and the child

are going into federal custody.

But social services

gave me custody.

- Uh- Uh, the child needs medical attention.

- Well, that'll be changed.

And under no circumstances are we to allow

the child and giant to be brought together.

Now is she still in-

Oh, no!

What the hell

is going on here? Let go!

- Let go! - Captain!

- Don't shoot!

Let go! Let go!

He's gonna break loose!

We gotta tranq him!

It's just a dart.

Another dart, just in case.

We don't know. Get the chains on him.

Put more chains on him.

George? George,

what's the matter?

Chorboke.

Who's Chorboke?

The dark one.

Keeper of hell.

Chorboke, the Special Section-

Albert told me a little.

The worst instincts

of your race and mine.

From the basest of compulsions

sometimes comes the monster- Chorboke.

On the ship,

slaves just disappeared.

There were stories

of unspeakable experiments.

- You said Chorboke's dead.

- We were told he died in the crash.

- Could the giant have been part of the experiments?

- It's possible.

George, what I don't understand...

is how the giant is connected

to the little girl.

If he's the... father,

who the hell's the mother?

She's failing, George. Cardiac and respiratory

rates are up, blood pressure's down.

- Why?

- I don't know.

Her physiological status is unknown.

She's very difficult to evaluate.

Her arterial oxygen saturation is normal for

a Newcomer, but it would be fatal to a human.

Well, the giant is still out. I had blood

tissue and culture samples taken.

They're on the way over now.

What about Grazer?

- The hospital's gotten a court order. I've told them that they can't move her.

- Good.

Is it possible the giant

is the child's father?

Of course. I've already started

some D.N.A. Testing.

It's also possible the giant

was a patient of Chorboke.

Yes- particularly after the images

that Albert described.

And if he is the father, perhaps further

testing can help identify the mother.

It could.

Matt, are you still there?

- Uh, yeah.

- Could you pick me up at the hospital tonight for our class?

- I'm covered for a couple of hours.

- Uh, listen, Cathy.

You're gonna have to go on without me.

Um, it's the neck again. My- My back.

Um, you know, we had that tussle

with the big guy today?

I gotta go see

a chiropractor.

- Oh, Matt, I'm sorry.

- Yeah, uh, I'm- I'm- I'm disappointed too.

- You'll take notes, huh?

- Sure.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- You lied.

- My neck hurts.

You don't even have

a chiropractor.

Oh, George, I can't go back

to that class again.

All that touchy-feely

personal stuff.

They made me hold hands and hum.

Matt, you can't always

count on a cheap meal...

and intoxicating beverages

to substitute for foreplay.

Look. We're on company time here.

We've got murders to solve.

Tivoli's daughter came into town.

She said she'd meet us at Tivoli's estate.

- L.A.P.D. We're here to see Miss Tivoli.

- This way, please.

Detectives.

- Welcome.

- Miss Tivoli.

- You wear the robes of a penitent.

- Yes.

My mother's house is not my home.

I belong to a group in the north.

We try to help Newcomers who are having

difficulty assimilating into your society.

Please.

My mother overcame so much.

She accomplished so much.

- Were you close with her?

- Not particularly.

You've, uh,

given up a lot.

Miss Tivoli, do you know

what your mother did on the ship?

- Is this related to her death?

- We think her murder may involve a-

a survivor

from Special Section.

My mother's disease, her good work

here on Earth-

She tried

to give penance.

For what?

My mother should be remembered

for what she did here.

If you can forget what she was,

I may be able to help you.

Yes.

Aboard the ship

she was Kleezantsun.

An Overseer?

She worked

in Special Section.

- Her name was Vesant.

- Chorboke's second-in-command.

She believed that Chorboke's work

would advance our species-

would save us

from suffering and disease.

Later she wanted to create

a purely mental being-

a being free from the baser needs

of the body-

a mind and a soul free to learn,

to create, to explore.

Well, if the giant is an example of her

handiwork, I'd say she fell a little short.

Unfortunately she did.

You should investigate

a man named Roger Benson.

"Benson. "

I can't believe

I stood next to Vesant-

- Come on. Lighten up.

- Talked with her-

- You didn't know.

- I would have killed her myself.

- Would've, could've, should've. Someone

did, and it's our job to catch him.

"Classified"?

Why am I not surprised?

George, how the hell else could Vesant

have gotten a new identity, a good job-

Hey, Sikes, that was Zapeda.

She thought you'd like to know...

that some demonstrators are down at

the sex clinic, and they're getting nasty?

- We don't want you

mixing with our kind!

Come on!

No lowlife morons!

We wanna keep our race pure!

- Why are you bringing 'em out?

- Bomb threat. We have to.

Hey! Hey!

We wanna keep our race pure!

- Cathy, you all right?

- We didn't expect this.

- Come on.

- Wait a minute.

- Your neck. Your back!

- Cathy-

You're fine. You lied to me.

- Later.

- Come on. Tell me why you lied to me.

- No mixed couples!

- Come on, Cathy! Let's get out!

We wanna keep our race pure!

No half-breeds!

Look. Cathy, look.

Sex is something you do.

It isn't something you sit around and talk

about in front of a bunch of strangers.

Sex is the most natural form of expression

there is. Why are you so embarrassed by it?

Look, let's just try it my way.

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