Alien Nation Page #5

- Please!

- Look, George, we're stopping.

All right? Go ahead. Now get out.

It's cool. Don't worry.

I'll be back in a couple of minutes.

Thank you.

- So that kid was the first to report this?

- Yeah, about eleven.

Goddamn.

How do you know that's Strader?

We found his wallet in his jacket pocket.

"Joshua Strader" - big as life.

You got any idea as to

how long he's been dead?

Your guess is as good as mine. The only

thing holding him together is his clothes.

Hey, how are you guys doin'

on Tuggle's case?

The store owner's son's in a street gang,

so now we're thinkin' maybe it's gang-related.

Yeah, that's real good(!) Why don't you guys

work on that for a few months?

Look at your dildo partner.

He's even scared of the sand.

I'd love to see you next to a sea

of hydrochloric acid, Fedorchuk.

See how much surfin' you'd do.

That's cute.

- That's real cute.

- I know why he's not comin' down here.

He forgot his hip waders.

Why don't you lay off of him, you a**hole?

At least I'm a detective,

not some outer-sh*t space thing.

You're right. You are a real detective.

An honest-to-God detective.

Detect these!

Argh!

- What was that about?

- Nothin'.

Hey. You guys finish

your postmortem on Strader yet?

The Blob? They're finishing up now.

- Is Mr Bentner here?

- No, he went home early. His kid was sick.

But he left somethin' here for you.

- Here.

- Thank you.

Does this have somethin' to do

with the tests that he ran?

- What kind of tests?

- I think it was a blood test,

on that alien you dropped the other night.

Well, did he find anything?

- Well, George?

- It's nothing.

Don't give me that sh*t. It wasn't "nothing"

when you asked that... whatshisname...

Bentner... to run that test. He looked like

he was about to sh*t peach pits.

And it's not "nothing" now!

Don't lie to me, George. You're real bad at it.

- You must leave me alone on this.

- Oh, no.

I'm sorry, pally. I don't leave you alone.

You're my partner and I don't work that way.

All right? Well?

No secrets, goddamnit.

That Slag up there, he was on something.

It wasn't sour milk. Am I right, George?

Tell me, goddamn... Sh*t!

You tell me right now.

Now!

The drug is called ss'jabroka.

- It is a potent narcotic.

- How potent?

More potent than any human drug

you can imagine.

The controllers regulated it. We would

receive it as a reward for labour in the mines.

- You? You were on this sh*t?

- Yes, we all were.

We were genetically engineered

as slave labourers.

It was our only means of pleasure allowed.

The harder you worked, the more you got.

The more you got, the harder you worked.

Thousands of my people died.

I lost my best friend. It is a nightmare.

I will not let it happen again.

Why wouldn't you just

tell me something like that?

Your people do not know about

this part of our past and they cannot.

It would threaten our entire existence here.

- How did this guy get it?

- I don't know.

Well, was it on the ship?

No.

This is major, George.

It's very major. All you had to do was tell me.

(woman) Here's Hubley.

Looks like he passed up a few jobs,

waiting for the one at the refinery.

Would you punch up "Joshua Strader"

for me, darlin'?

Released on November 29th,

came immediately to LA,

and took over a club called the Encounters.

Now the store owner, please. Cecil Porter.

Released December 1. Field of expertise:

Organic chemical engineering.

Holy sh*t.

Look what we're lookin' at here, George.

You got three Newcomers with nothing

in common. What if one guy shot all three?

Now you got four Newcomers,

totally different backgrounds...

- George...

- Quarantine.

Honey, punch up the occupants

of Porter's lodge, will you?

OK. Porter was in 772.

Harcourt. Gin!

Porter somehow created the formula. Hubley

provided the manufacturing at the refinery.

And Strader, through the club,

established distribution.

Yeah, then Harcourt wiped 'em all out,

so he could have all the marbles.

He's responsible for everything, from Tug on.

Well, I want his ass. He's mine.

We gotta play this real smart.

Do you understand, George?

- If the drug is here, we must destroy it.

- No, hold it. You're missing the point.

The drug is our evidence.

We need it, you know?

Hey, that's the guy, right there.

- Hey, are you crazy? You can't come in here!

- Open the door!

- So much for playin' it smart.

- You can't come in here like this!

- What are you, crazy?

- Shut up!

- Where's the drug?

- What drug? This is an oil refinery!

- Where?

- You can't do this!

George, I think you're

crushing his little chest bones.

- Stay outta this, Matthew.

- Right.

Tell me where the drug has been taken,

or I'll crush your lungs.

O'Neal, please... do me a favour, don't piss

him off. He gets like this, I can't control him.

I saw him once go in there and pull out

a guy's spine and show it to him.

There was nothing I could do.

I had to go throw up.

They took the stuff out

this afternoon. All of it.

Where did they take it?

The Encounters club.

Quite lovely.

What is your name again?

Cassandra.

I shall remember that.

All right, now come on, George.

Lighten up. It's a beauty of a case.

We got it by the short hairs. He ain't gonna

make any more of that sh*t, I promise you.

If you destroy the drugs, you'll destroy

the case. Why blow the whole thing?

Please just stick to procedure, OK?

F*** procedure.

George, what?

George! Goddamnit!

George Francisco, open your golden gate

Open your gate and let me in

You. Hey, you! Police.

Come on, get outta there.

- What?

- Get out. I wanna see you walk that line.

- Come on!

- What are you talkin' about?

Hey, what about me? That's my truck!

(Harcourt) It's been a long time.

Hasn't it, gentlemen?

- What is it?

- A sweet indulgence from our past,

resurrected for our future.

Please feel free to sample the quality.

I'm sure the experience will be

everything you remember it to be.

Where'd you get it?

I arranged to spend some time

with three very resourceful men.

Jesus, it tastes like detergent.

That's all the effect it will have on you.

But when my fellow Newcomers

learn they can obtain it here,

they will work very hard to make as much

money as they can... to give it to me.

Tell them the rest of it, Harcourt.

Tell them!

- He's got the C-4 charge.

- Put your guns on the table.

Get up against the wall, except you.

Take it easy, buddy.

Keep your finger on the button.

You release that button,

you not only kill us, but yourself.

- To get you and this, I would do it.

- You seem to have overlooked something.

That is not in any books

as a controlled substance.

Legally, it mightjust as well

be 12 kilos of grape jelly.

The charge is murder,

and conspiracy to commit murder.

Hubley. Porter. Strader.

You killed Strader? No!

No!

- Kill them both.

- Here?

Do it!

Don't shoot!

We've got gunfire at club Encounters.

Sh*t, it worked.

(shouts in alien language)

- Get the car! Let's go!

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