Alien Nation: Dark Horizon Page #4

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- [Sirens Wailing]

- We got trouble.

Get outta here, guysl Gol Come onl

Let's get outta herel

- [Sirens Continue Wailing]

- Come on! Go! Go! Go!

Police! Halt!

[Grunting]

[Groans]

No.

No! No!

[Grunting]

[Grunting Continues]

[Yelling]

- George!

- [Groans]

George!

[Beeping]

[Instruments Beeping]

- [Beeping Continues]

- [Instruments Continue Beeping]

- Get down!

- [Beeping Continues]

[Wheezing]

- We did it.

- It's gonna be okay, George.

We'll get you

to the hospital.

- [Doctor] He's failing faster than Susan.

- Why? What's different?

The only thing

I can think of is, he is a male.

Could that have

anything to do with it?

Something in

the female immune system.

Then how come Emily recovered

and Susan hasn't?

- Treatment was identical.

- Perhaps her age.

Yes.

Emily is 13.

- Emily just turned 13.

- The swollen mata gland.

We need

female Newcomer blood.

Ten units at least.

Hurry!

- We can use your isolator.

- What? What is it?

We have to extract

female hormone.

[Sikes]

Why? What for?

- The antibody must be what cured Emily.

- But Susan's a female.

Yes, but she's at the end of her cycle,

so she doesn't have enough.

- Emily's in neestas.

- She just released a tremendous

amount of this hormone.

- Neestas?

- Puberty, Matt. Emily's going through puberty.

Ten c.c.'s.

I brought his serdso.

[Injects]

- [Monitor Beeping]

- [Gasping]

Susan's responding.

[Gasping, Moaning]

[Vessna Fussing]

[Hacking]

[George Yelling, Groaning]

[Vessna Crying]

- [Gasping, Groaning Continue]

- [Crying Intensifies]

[Groaning Slackens]

[Exhales]

[Shallow, Calm Breathing]

[Crying Continues]

[Inhales]

George?

Susan.

Susan.

George.

Mom? Mom!

- Mom?

- Yes! Oh!

- Mom? I'm so glad you're okay.

- Hi, Em.

I'm gonna see Dad.

You okay?

You were great tonight.

Thanks.

I'm so tired. I feel like I've been

on my feet for a week.

You know, Cathy...

I thought you and me

could never work out.

I thought the differences between us

just wouldn't let it.

I was wrong.

I realize that now.

Maybem-

Maybe we can

try it again.

[Snoring]

[Chuckles]

[Frequencies Tuning]

[Speaking Tenctonese]

[Mutters In Tenctonese]

How did you survive

in the desert for five years?

I was a slave

on the mining colony in Yderon.

This Earth desert

didn't seem so bad.

Are those our leaders?

I see their picture everywhere.

- It's just an ad for spot cream.

- "Ad"?

To make you want something

so you'll go out and buy it.

But we know what we want,

what we need.

Well, it's part of human culture.

We've had to adapt.

Actually, advertising

is how I make my living.

George! Susan!

You should both be in wheelchairs.

- We're fine, really. Yes.

- Strong as a lox.

All right. I want you both

to eat a lot of cartilage and fresh lung...

- to get your strength back.

- Excuse me.

Tell me, why do you choose

to live among them? With the humans?

[Scoffs]

Well, we don't have much choice.

Not all humans are our enemies.

You'll see. This is a very good place to live.

Tell me, how many humans

are there on this planet?

- Six billion.

- Really? Hmm.

- [Horn Honks]

- [Sikes] Hey.

Buck and I got

the house all cleaned up.

There's tripe in the fridge

and a gallon of old milk in the oven.

Thank you, Matt.

- Maybe we could work together again.

- I'd like that.

Okay,

everybody back to work!

- Will you teach me about this world?

- Of course.

Hey, where's he going?

Oh, Ahpossno is staying with us

until he gets settled.

Whoa. Whoa!

Trust me, George. He's not kosher.

He's notJewish.

What does that have to do with anything?

What I mean is there's something

not right about him.

[George]

He just needs a little socialization.

Let him go to the Bureau of Newcomer Affairs.

That's what they're there for.

Matt, Ahpossno's a friend.

He's proved that.

- George, Susan, thank God!

- Penny!

Oh!

I was so worried.

Oh, we're fine, really.

If there's anything I can do,

anything at allm-

Thank you.

Um, I'll call you later.

Please.

- Nice, isn't it?

- Mmm.

[Door Opens]

[Sighs]

This is yours?

Like they say, the bank owns most of it,

but, uh, yes.

- [Horn Honks]

- Matt's waiting. I have to get to work.

Show him the trash compactor.

I bet he's never seen anything like that.

Friend, our home

is your home.

- [Horn Honks]

- Oh.

[Mutters]

You don't like it much,

do you?

I suppose it's very human.

Yes, I suppose it is.

Here, lady.

This way.

I wouldn't let Ahpossno

in my house, George.

Well, look who's checkin'

into Heartbreak Hotel.

Give her the Lizzie Borden suite.

A lovely view of the cinder block wall.

You know, Detective,

it's a finite world.

Whatever they takem-water, food, jobsm-

there's that much less for us.

Yeah, Phyllis,

sing me the blues.

It's your children

and your grandchildren...

who will pay

for what you've done!

- Say good night, Phyllis.

- George. Detective Sikes.

Congratulate me.

May just asked me

to marry her.

Congratulations, Albert!

[Laughing]

He'll make you

a wonderful husband.

And he's a handsome fellow.

A hot tamale. A real creamboat.

Albert, my shirts!

You brought them

from the cleaners on a hanger.

I like them folded in a box.

What goes on up there?

I'll get right on it. Oh.

There's toilet paper

in the bathroom, Captain.

And I wrote your name on it

so that no one else can use it.

- Gonna be very hard for me to resist.

- Shut up, Sikes.

- You, back to the hospital.

- Captain, I feel fine.

- Top-tip. In the red.

- Pink.

- However.

- [Scoffs] It's not a checkup.

- You got a homicide.

- [George] Homicide?

"Newcomer victim found in his car...

in the hospital parking lot."

George, what about

that gizmo he had?

That thing he brought the chopper

down with? Where did he get that?

You're obsessing on Ahpossno.

Once you know him better, you'll like him.

- Come over tonight. Have dinner with us.

- Pass.

- Cathy's coming.

- I'll be there.

Lois! Whoo!

Take that one out of the oven.

It's done.

Sikes. George,

glad to see you up and about.

Thank you.

What do we have?

Newcomer, male.

His name's Kenny Bunkport, 35 years old.

He's been dead about three days.

Killed by a single axillary blow.

- To the armpit.

- I know what "axillary" is.

What was the murder weapon,

a can of Right Guard? [Laughs]

Somebody's fist,

and that somebody was strong.

Yeah, I know it hurts you guys like getting

whacked in the gooneys, but fatal?

The Tenctonese axilla is

comparable to the human temple.

Theoretically, a blow could be lethal.

Althoughm-

- What?

- It would take uncommon precision.

- [Cooing]

- Oh, yeah. Uh-huh.

- I don't know why I didn't redecorate sooner.

- ##[Tenctonese]

We surround ourselves

with everything human...

and yet we have such

a rich culture of our own.

Oh, Buck, you'd better

give Vessna her bath.

- It's getting late.

- Let me.

- [Crying]

She's probably scared

from everything.

I'll take her.

[Crying Stops]

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