Alien Nation: Body and Soul Page #5

Just one more time:

A little wine, a little sour milk,

some music.

We'll take it slow and easy.

All right, a lot of wine, a lot of sour milk.

- We don't need these other guys- - We need

to understand each other's bodies, Matt.

- Ignorance is not bliss!

- Well-

You better decide if you're willing

to make the same commitment to me...

that I am to you.

"Overseer war criminals

interrogated. "

C.I.A.

Benson.

- Francisco.

- Captain.

- We talked with Tivoli's daughter.

- Forget about Tivoli.

- You don't understand.

- No, you don't understand.

We're off the case. There is no case-

national security.

I've just been with the chief.

The feds are coming in the morning...

and you are to turn over all-

and I mean all- the paperwork.

They're gonna take Godzilla and the kid

as soon as they overturn that hospital order.

But it's our jurisdiction. I think

they're trying to cover up something.

Listen to me. They're not trying

to do anything. They're doing it.

Do you wanna be

a crossing guard, George?

Have the stuff ready

in the morning.

- You talked to Buck about his aklafluid release?

- Yes!

- And?

- He told me to mind my own business.

- You know, he's still grumbling

about that strange hybrid child.

- Think he's focused all his

resentment on Matt and Cathy.

- Where's the damn mustard?

- George-

I have one cup of coffee, and when

I need a little mustard for it, it's not-

Who does the shopping

around here anyway?

- Oh.

- You wanna talk about it?

Ah, I thought it was behind us-

Chorboke, the unthinkable.

Grazer won't let me pursue it. He's caving

in to somebody or- or something.

- Buck, when's your father's car due back?

- Your master cylinder's shot.

They're waitin' for the part.

Sorry. Look, I'm late for class.

I'll see you.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

- They can'tjust drop the case.

- Well, of course they can. They are.

- "National security," my ass. It's

file-and-forget time. - I suspect so.

I found Benson in an old newspaper-

probably before they put the pot on.

"Lid on," George.

Benson was C.I.A., in charge of Overseer

scientists. No further references to him.

The government issued a report

about six months later.

All known surviving

Overseer war criminals...

charged and convicted by

human-Newcomer tribunal- life sentences.

No mention of Chorboke and his butchers

in, uh, Special Section?

No.

Officially, I guess

we haven't much choice. Unofficially-

Hey, guys. Seems to be a lot of streets

in this town called Prairie.

- Lookin' for the 9400 block.

- Yeah, uh-

Out.

- My partner- - What happens

to him- and to you eventually-

depends upon how well

you listen... and understand.

A good beginning.

You want to pay strict heed

to the orders of your superiors, Detective.

Despite your overwhelming urge

to investigate the Dextra homicides...

you should do...

nothing further.

The child

and her large companion...

will soon be the responsibility

of another authority.

You will get on

with your life, your work...

your wonderful family.

Your anger, your frustration

will, in time, pass.

You're a fine officer and, I suspect,

an excellent card player.

Surely you have an appreciation

of odds, probabilities-

"when to hold 'em and when to fold 'em,"

as we say around the poker table?

Susan's eighth-floor

corner office-

a bit small for her

growing responsibilities, by the way-

is a particularly

vulnerable location.

Buck- a passionate, lad-

is random, impulsive...

out... every day.

Emily-her routine is so predictable-

So full oflife and hope.

And little Vesna-

Who knows what wonders await

one so well nurtured?

It can be as simple to execute

as your appearance here...

as crude as a rocket launcher...

as insidious

as a master cylinder...

which is programmed

to detonate upon command.

You've made your point,

Mr. Benson.

"A man with sensibilities,

once his heart is touched...

"loses all traces of habit

to guide his actions...

and how can he follow a path

he's forgotten all about?"

Stendhal.

Sensible and well read.

I know you'll make

the right decision, Detective.

George?

George!

Come on, now.

Talk to me, man. George? Huh?

George?

You okay, man?

- Matt.

- We're all right.

You're all right, George.

We're both all right.

Oh, man.

Last thing I remember I was-

I was playing Mr. Auto Club,

then the lights went out.

We still got our guns.

The car isn't stripped.

I was taken away. L-

I- I don't know where.

A private home,

very expensive, I think.

No, there was a man-

Benson.

Benson, I think. He... told me

to drop case, forget everything I know.

Did he hurt you, George?

No. No.

But he made me afraid-

as afraid as I've ever been in my life...

as helpless

as I've ever felt.

He knows everything:

Susan and Buck and-

and Vesna and- and Emily,

where they go, what they do.

He-

He told me that if I didn't do what he said,

that they would be killed.

But Matt, if-

if I do what they want...

I might as well

give up my badge.

All this muscle from people

who know how to use it.

The other side, they're playin'

for big stakes, but George...

my guess is,

they're as scared as you are.

Matt, that won't keep

my family alive.

I assure you, Mr. Turner, the generals

will not be disappointed.

But OPSI L has been compromised.

Some of our people are very nervous.

Forgive me. I can sell this weapon

to anyone.

Look, we're-we're holding up our end.

Justice is picking up the giant.

There'll be no more police investigation,

believe me. No more press.

Then relax.

I've eliminated my problems.

The implosion weapon will surpass all

the other toys we've developed for you.

Francisco, this is Agent Felker,

Justice Department.

Here's the case files on Jones, Tivoli and Penn:

Lab reports, forensics...

- photographs, canvassing witnesses-

- Yeah, that's fine, Detective.

- We don't need an inventory.

- Trace evidence, personal property.

- And the weapon is in the- - Look,

I've already been to the evidence locker.

And I need your field notebook,

Sikes's too.

That's right, Rene, Code Five.

It's gotta be off the books.

Hell, I know

you hate retirement.

What about a snitch list,

Detective?

- Any police informants involved?

- No, sir.

That's right, Harry. I said, my partner. Good.

I knew I could count on you.

Hey, give Bernie a call at the sheriff's office,

will ya? The more the merrier.

You've been online

for some of this stuff.

These are the only copies.

The hard drive has been erased.

- I'll verify that.

- Thank you, Captain.

- Hey, Tina.

- Hmm. What's this?

Uh, Narcotics is shorthanded.

We got some crack house bust tonight.

Whew. Place must be

a damn fortress.

- Grenade launchers? Sniper scopes? Oh, man.

- Armor-piercing.

You're lucky.

I just got some in.

- Hard drive's clean.

- We'll take the giant into custody now, Captain.

- An armored car is on its way. - I think he

should be checked by Dr. Frankel. He seems-

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