Alien Nation: Dark Horizon Page #2

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What are you doing here?

Who you got

back there?

Hey. Slag.

- [Inhales]

- I asked you a question.

Hey!

[Grunting]

Let go!

Put me down!

- [Blows Landing]

- [Man Groaning]

[Exhales]

Sikes,

your prisoner's here.

Thanks, Zap.

- Sikes.

- Elliot. You lost weight.

What's the matter?

You don't like the food at Chino?

Where the hell's my lawyer?

What'd you bring me here for?

I'm waitin' transport on this yo-yo.

Can I leave him here?

Sure.

More the merrier!

Tell me, Elliot, what's new

on the Purist grapevine?

Does that

have to be in here?

You're not ashamed

of being a Purist.

- Purist?

- Oh, yeah.

Elliot here once burned

a Newcomer family out of Glendale.

- Sikes.

- [Speaks Tenctonese]

Easy.

Elliot'll kick your ass.

What do you know about a virus

that affects Newcomers?

I don't know a thing.

He says after he kicks your ass,

he's going after your mother.

[Yelling]

Back off!

Back off!

Sorry, Sikes.

We'll ship him off to Chino.

Well, Elliot's going back.

Put 'em in the paddy wagon

together.

You can't do that.

You can't do that!

- Oh, yeah.

- [Growling]

All right. All right!

Come on, Moe.

Let's go. Come on.

Word is, one of the Purist groups

created this virus.

- Which one? Where are they?

- I don't know.

But they're gonna make enough

to soak L.A.

##[Boom Box. Reggae]

I see that I've failed to reach most of you

with the lesson I was given to teach.

- I thought, when I was a young man...

- [Repeating Lines]

I would conquer the world

with the truth.

New Menu tonight.

New Menu tonight.

- [Man On TV] Only a few of them heard.

- [Sustained Beeping Tone]

##[Boom Box.

Reggae Continues]

[Squeaking, Squawking]

[Sustained Tone]

[Gasps]

No. Give me that.

Give me that.

- [Speaking Tenctonese]

- I was only doing my job. I never hurt anyone.

Your Excellency.

Where are other Overseers?

I don't know.

Slaves?

You came to get the slaves?

[Mutters]

They'll all be dead.

The Purists,

they have a virus.

- Purists?

- They hate us.

They're going to kill us

with that virus. All of us.

Only two are sick.

[Female Newcomer]

One liver shake with bone.

- You want spleen with that? It's only a dollar more.

- No.

No? All right.

Come on.

Hey!

That's my car!

Get the hell out of my car.

What are you doing?

Slave.

- [Groans]

- [Engine Starts]

[Reporter]

Newcomer activists charge this virus...

was created

by radical Purists...

for use against

the Newcomer community.

In other local news, the Department

of Food and Agriculture said...

that despite protests

from environmental groups...

the agency will renew

Malathion spraying...

in an effort to stop

the latest wave ofkiller bees.

[Click]

- Can you believe it?

- Don't worry. We'll get 'em.

- Who?

- The Purists.

I'm talking about

the Malathion.

It's hell

on the patio furniture.

Patio furniture.

Right.

[Door Unlocks]

You got a pass?

Uh, where's

Detective Francisco?

He's in with his wife.

It'll be just a moment.

We're intubating

her droonal flanges.

Droonal flanges.

Right.

[Chicken Clucking]

Albert,

what are you doing?

- These are for Susan and Emily.

- [Laughing]

- You can't bring a chicken in here.

- Why not?

You can't bring an animal

into a hospital.

But we're animals.

Al, we're animals,

but we're human.

I'm human, you're a Newcomer.

This is an animal animal.

Susan and Emily need it.

They need the life force of many nahooma-

many souls like these.

Oh, Albert,

look what you've brought.

I tried to tell him

he couldn'tm-

That's very therapeutic, Albert.

Thank you very much.

Oh, and Matt,

you broughtm- Oh.

What's the matter?

You don't like snapdragons?

They're cut off from the plant.

Their souls are gone.

Tenctonese believe dying flowers

aren't good for the sick.

But I'm sure Emily and Susan

would want to see you. Please.

- Oh, Albert, uh, get a mask.

- [Clucking Continues]

[Meows]

They're getting worse.

Is there anything you want?

- Visahooli.

- [Sikes] I'll get it.

Uh, what's

a visahooli?

- A song. She wants us to sing her a song.

- Sing.

I don't know

any Tenctonese songs.

No, her favorite is "San Jose."

She loves Dionne Warwick.

George, I-I can't

carry a tune.

- How about Albert?

- I'm sorry. I don't know that one.

George, I can't sing.

Really.

Oh. All right.

[Kitten Meows]

## [Singing]

##[Continues]

## [Singing Along]

## [Ends]

What kind of a problem?

Is it the virus?

Like I said, it's technical.

They'll have to explain.

What?

[All Shouting]

Happy birthday, Ms. Bryant!

- [All Laughing]

- Oh!

You had me so scared.

This is so sweet of you.

Thank you, all of you.

You know

what I'm wishing.

[Cheering]

Oh! Here goes my diet.

[Laughs]

Your wish is about to come true,

Ms. Bryant.

We have the best

birthday gift possible.

They found a way to replicate the virus

twice as quickly.

- We'll be ready to spray in two days.

- That is wonderful.

[Chuckles]

What about the Franciscos?

I understand they're still alive.

That's only because

they're still on life support.

- You can't put 250,000 slags on life support.

- [Scattered Laughter]

By Friday

they'll all be dead.

T.G.I.F.

Who wants the flower?

- Me! I do!

- [Laughing, Chattering]

Can I help you?

Look, um, you've been

hanging around here all day.

Good night,

Dr. Frankel.

Good night.

- Just what do you want?

- Excuse me.

[Knocking]

[Vessna Fusses]

Hi. Your dad call? He wanted me

to pick up a few things.

- There.

- Okay.

Listen,

anything you need?

Did I

do something wrong?

You're human.

Not according

to my ex-wife.

Right.

- Okay. Anything else?

- Dad wanted those serdsos.

"Sedsos"?

One's Emily's,

the other's Mom's.

Vessels of our souls.

Aha.

We keep them

next to our bed at night.

We believe that our souls

wander while we sleep.

At dawn, our souls return to us

through the serdso.

Good.

Okay. Better get this stuff

to the hospital.

[Vessna Cooing]

Uh, May, do you have

any liver chips?

- Morning, May.

- Right here.

May, has anyone ever told you

you have beautiful knuckles?

[Giggles]

Thanks. So do you.

May, if anything

should happen to usm-

- I mean, you know, this virusm-

- Nothing's going to happen.

But if it does,

I want you to know lm- Im-

I love you.

Albert!

There's no toilet paper

in the men's room.

I knew I forgot something.

If you can't

do anything else right...

at least keep the john

properly stocked.

Captain Grazer's

under a lot of pressure.

He shouldn't speak to you

like that.

Yeah, I, uhm- I should probably

get back to work.

Albert.

I love you too.

- Hey, Albert.

- Hi.

George,

what are you doing here?

- I'm a police officer, aren't I?

- Yeah, butm-

I can't just sit around that hospital

with Moby Dick in my hand.

- Well, whatever.

- [Beeps]

[Sighs]

Matt, I need to do something.

Sure, George.

[Beeps]

It would take very expensive, sophisticated

equipment to synthesize a viral agent.

I'm tracing invoices from laboratory supply

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