Alien Nation Page #3

- What about this Hubley guy?

- He was all right, a damn good manager.

I'm gonna have to hustle to fill his shoes.

The men really liked him.

Apparently, one of 'em didn't like him

so much. Here, give this a look.

- You think this is the guy who did it?

- Yeah, we think so. Do you know him?

It's hard to say. I hate to admit it,

but they all look alike to me.

- Wait a minute.

- What?

- You know who this looks like?

- No.

Anderson, James Anderson.

He's not in today. He took the afternoon off.

Yeah? Well, I think you're gonna find

that he took the rest of his life off.

- What?

- Is this where he worked?

Yeah, right in there.

Hold it! There's 35%

pure methane gas in there.

I don't know how these fellas do it.

Yeah.

- Thanks.

- Anything I can do.

I appreciate it.

(in alien language)

I need your help, Mrs Porter.

(in alien language) I will try.

Can you identify these Newcomers?

No, but my son might.

(radio DJ) Here's an oldie but goodie from

(sounds horn)

(speaking alien language)

Welcome back, Ozzie and Harriet.

Well?

- One second.

- We're not even moving.

Safety first.

- Bye-bye!

- Do you have to yell in my ear?

- Sorry.

- Did you learn anything?

Yes. Mrs Porter is not taking

her husband's death very well.

She identified one of the men from

a photo I showed her. It was Warren Hubley.

All right. What about the other guy?

She did not know,

but she thought perhaps her son might.

- Have you talked to him?

- No.

He's not been home since that day,

but she told me where I could find him.

- Who's this guy we gotta go see?

- William Harcourt, an associate of Hubley's.

(shouts in alien language)

Our guest speaker tonight

has done so much in his community.

He certainly has come quite far

in the last few years.

Granted, not as far as he came

in the years before reaching Los Angeles.

As mayor of this city,

it gives me great pleasure to introduce

someone who has so readily

made our city his home.

Ladies and gentlemen... William Harcourt.

(applause)

(speaks alien language)

I'm particularly grateful

because I actually had the gall

to write in my notes:

"Thank you all for a very warm reception."

Lmagine how embarrassed I'd have been

if it hadn't been such a warm reception.

(applause)

Excuse me. Mr William Harcourt?

- Yes.

- Good.

I'm Detective Sergeant Sykes,

this is Detective... Francisco, LAPD.

Sergeant. Detective.

I wasn't aware there were any Newcomers

at the rank of detective yet.

- I am the first, sir.

- Congratulations.

This is my assistant, Rudyard Kipling.

Rudyard Kipling? No sh*t!

We need some information about a

business associate of yours, Warren Hubley.

Ah, poor Warren. Tragic.

Yeah, wasn't it? I understand

that you and he were partners

in some Slag... Newcomer real-estate thing.

That's right. He and I

and seven or eight others.

William!

I was wondering if you wouldn't

rather ride with Luisa and me?

Excellent idea. Ray, I wonder if you know

two of your officers. Detectives...

- Sykes.

- Sykes and Francisco.

- How do you do, sir?

- Pleasure.

I think we really should be going.

Feel free to call my office

Monday morning for an appointment.

Congratulations again

on your promotion, Detective.

Remember, you're out there

setting an example in our community.

I shall be keeping an eye on you.

He's gonna keep an eye on you.

(in alien language) Sykes was the one

who chased us and killed Anderson.

(in alien language)

You're lucky he didn't recognise you.

What if he talks to Strader?

Mr Strader's change of heart

is dangerous. Find him.

- (Sykes) I could go to Berlitz for ten years...

- 6.42.

Excuse me.

- Here.

- I've got it.

How long did it take you to learn English?

- Three months.

- Three months?

We learn quickly. We adapt.

It is our strength, what we were bred for.

I got a neighbour and she's got this kid

who's got a Newcomer girl in the class.

The kid is six years old

and she's in the seventh grade.

Can you imagine that? Thanks a lot.

It's amazing, totally amazing.

Oh, my God. I got yours. Here.

What is that? Raw what? What kind is that?

This? This is beaver.

- What?

- Beaver. It's tasty.

- I'm sure.

- Would you like to try some?

- Not on a bet.

- I always tell my son

"How do you know you don't like it

if you won't even try it?"

Let me ask you somethin'.

Would it really put you out badly

if you put it under the grill,

just for a minute or two?

Our bodies do not assimilate the nutrients

if the food has been cooked. Please.

That's very attractive(!) We're gonna go talk

to people and you've got fur in your teeth.

Very attractive(!)

("Scary Monsters" by David Bowie)

The store owner's widow

thought we'd find her son here.

Just stay behind me.

Hey, just pay attention, you understand?

Let me handle it. Watch.

Yo!

Which one of you Slags is Porter?

Yo! Who wants to know?

- Who said that?

- At the end of the bar.

Are you Porter?

Are you Porter?

No, Matthew.

I believe this is the one you want.

Is that right?

- Um, Matthew...

- Hey, butt out. I told you I'd handle it.

- But...

- Hey, zip it!

Are these questions a little difficult?

I'll start with something easier.

Is your name Porter?!

- (speaks alien language)

- (laughter)

"Screw you."

Yeah, well, that can't be right.

(speaks alien language)

- You don't want to know.

- Come on. Tell me.

"Your mother mates out of season."

Oh, yeah?

(laughs)

Don't they teach you anything about us

in cop school, little ss'loka?

You jerk-off...

Hey, George. George?

That's enough.

(in alien language) You smell like a human.

(in English) A cop. It fits you.

(in alien language) I'm sorry about

your father. Help us find his killers.

We can talk outside.

- Do you know this guy?

- From quarantine.

When we first arrived,

we were housed together.

Your mother says Hubley and your father

were involved with another Newcomer.

Did you know this other guy

that was with Hubley?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

High-roller dude named... Strader.

Joshua Strader.

He runs a club on the West Side.

- What club?

- Encounters.

- Yeah, I know thatjoint.

- Look, it's all I know.

- If you want any more, ask somebody else.

- Yeah, right.

He's a pleasant guy.

- If I may make a suggestion...

- Yeah, what?

We have different weak spots than you do.

Next time, a blow to the nerve plexus,

under the arm, here,

will produce the effect

I think you were looking for.

I knew that.

Look what he did to my flashlight.

Look at this. Come on.

- Any progress?

- Our arms are gettin' tired. So far, zip.

I understand you've been

resisting my offer, Mr Strader.

Your sense of duty is noble, but...

no longer an issue, I'm afraid.

I will not make this offer again.

I would like you to work for me,

distributing ss'jabroka to our people.

If you do, you will know wealth and comfort

our people never dared imagine.

(in alien language) I won't do it!

I can't let the nightmare start again.

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