Alien Nation: Body and Soul Page #6

That's all, Detective.

You can go.

Agnes? Matt Sikes. Isn't it about time

for another graduation? I thought so.

Listen, I was hoping you'd be up

for a little tactical exercise...

before you send 'em

into the field.

Great. I'll call back in an hour with details.

And believe me, I appreciate your help.

This looks like a very dangerous

assignment, Sergeant.

Only for

the wrong people, Albert.

The armored car is here.

- You guys don't want to carry these down?

- Certainly. Albert?

- Zapeda! Where's the damn giant?

- I don't know. I thought he was transferred to federal custody.

We were pulled from the case. The government

was coming for him, trying to get the child.

- Matt and I thought that-

- Matt doesn't think at all.

Listening to him could cost you your job

and put you in a jail cell.

Don't give up on him, Cathy.

I put everyone I hold dear in his hands.

- He has only one heart, George.

- Like the child.

She's not a child.

Her D.N.A. Was very peculiar,

so I ran a femur X-ray.

- She's a 30-year-old woman.

- What?

The girl is 30 years old.

Then she would have

been on the ship.

But what about

her development?

I ran a cell comp on both the child

and the giant.

- L-I reran the test. I couldn't believe it myself.

- What? Believe what?

They're twins, George-

identical twins.

- Well, they can't be twins, let alone identical.

- Look, genetically identical.

They are two halves

of the same organism.

Albert's visions. They must both be

from Special Section.

Chorboke's... work.

Tivoli's daughter said that they were

trying to create pure intellect.

Tivoli must have been

carrying on Chorboke's experiments...

trying to separate

one being into two.

The child must be the other half

ofTivoli's experiment.

The ultimate brain

and the ultimate slave.

He didn't speak until

he was holding her hand yesterday.

She thinks for him, he moves for her-

each incomplete without the other.

And the tragedy is,

they're both failing.

They're dying, George.

I think it's because they're apart.

It's like Albert said.

They need each other.

They are each other.

They share the same soul.

I'm going to get him stabilized,

and then I am going to bring her here.

- I have got to get them together.

- Yes.

I've got to make sure

my family is safe.

Halt! Get-

It's okay. It's okay.

He's Detective Francisco.

Welcome home,

Detective.

Go around the back

and move the light back there.

- Hey, Dave, check the east window, huh?

- You got it.

Hey, Buck.

Thank you

for all this, Matt.

Ah, no big deal.

Everybody likes your dad.

You set it up. Any Tenctonese

can't count on a human that way.

He'd be there for them too. George is

a hell of a cop. That's all they see.

Maybe.

Buck, the other day-what'd I do wrong...

other than being human?

Well, that was it actually.

- Bein' a human?

- And hitting on Cathy.

Ah.

- Ready to bag a Newcomer, huh?

- Hey, I care about Cathy. Isn't just about sex. Honest.

- She's better than that.

- Yes, she is.

Do you understand

the consequences?

What do you mean?

If there is such thing

as a hybrid...

it could mean the extinction

of my species.

Matt-

That would be a great tragedy.

I would offer you some sour milk,

but I know you're on duty.

Cherboucha, huh?

Ah, if it 86'ed the terrible twos

and potty training, I'd go for it.

- In fact, I'd like to see my ex-husband in one-

permanently.

- Dad!

- Hello, sweetheart.

- Where's your mother?

- In the kitchen.

- Susan.

- Nemo.

I put you

and the children at such terrible risk.

Not so terrible, George.

Look around.

- I would die before I would let anyone hurt this family.

- George, we're all right.

But this man- this man

who made the threats- he's evil.

He protects Overseers.

George.

We might be two people,

but we share our souls.

Matt and I have to leave.

I know.

- E.R. Stat. He's unconscious.

- What happened?

- What happened?

- I don't know.

The child is missing.

What? Bomb squad? It says-

Fourth floor, first bomb threat. Better activate

the elevator. Looks like we beat the truck.

- I didn't get a call.

- What's a good bomb threat without a victim?

- We've got five minutes for search and deactivation.

- Dang.

Take the second car

on the left.

Matt!

Nice office. Wood paneling.

If this exec isn't online, I don't know who is.

"Vesant. Assistant medical

supervisor, Special Section.

- Status:
Deceased. "

- When the ship crashed.

Yeah. Positive identification.

"Tivoli Adrian. Slave, 'L' Section.

Interrogated by C.I.A.

Status:
Released

into general population 1993."

"Benson, Roger. C.I.A. Covert

operations, agent in charge.

"Newcomer investigation unit

for Overseer prosecution.

Status:
Retired from agency 1993.

Reference OPSI L."

OPSI L?

Our little bomb is due

to go off any minute now.

George, what about Dextra? Maybe they

haven't had enough time to bury it all.

Ah, that's it. We'll never find

Benson and the child.

E- mail, George.

Check the e-mail.

"B.N.A., Los Angeles

to Washington.

Requesting authorization for disposal

of documentation referencing Tivoli. "

Sent the day after

she was murdered.

Maybe they haven't

shredded 'em yet.

Over here, George.

"Tivoli. "

Ah, just a small device.

- You probably didn't even hear it.

- It went off?

Minor damage,

a few file cabinets.

"OPSI L."

It means "Operation Silence"

and for good reason.

Your government wanted first call on

all Newcomer scientists, Overseers or not.

- Special Section or not.

- Overseers who should have gone to prison-

They were given death certificates,

new identities, backgrounds...

courtesy of Benson

and the C.I.A.

Then he drops out of sight for a while,

comes back, quits the C.I. A...

starts up his own private

management company...

and places Overseer scientists

in important jobs.

Well, why didn't the C.I.A.

Blow the whistle on him?

And admit they let these

war criminals get away?

Not to mention the fact that some of them

are probably still working for the government.

It's a hell of a conspiracy, George,

but with those files, we can put 'em all away.

Yes. But that won't help

the giant and the child.

Agnes, bring your girls

over here, please.

Can you turn those lights around so

they're facing the street not the house?

Okay, can we get the dogs

over here, please?

Cathy called. The child's been kidnapped,

George, and you and Sikes are in big trouble.

Grazer's on his way over here.

You've both been suspended.

- What about the house?

- Nobody's budgin' from here.

- Do you still have the flight logs on the, uh, Dextra chopper?

- Sure.

All right. Well, go back a year, um,

anytime Tivoli was a passenger.

Look for a place, probably,

um, out-of-the-way-

work it against F.A.A. Air traffic control

tapes covering those flights.

Zap, I need a location.

All right. Come on back.

Lookin' good.

Mr. Turner, generals, this tank will serve

as our simulated target.

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