Alien Nation Page #15

SYKES:

Okay, George -- we gotta play this

real smart.

JETSON:

If the drug is here, we must destroy

it.

SYKES:

No, George -- you're missing the

point. The drug is evidence. We

need to have the evidence, ya know?

Jetson doesn't reply -- he's focused beyond what Sykes is

saying. Sykes spots O'Neal up ahead by the refrigeration

door to the METHANE SECTION.

SYKES:

(continuing)

That's the guy...

O'Neal recognizes Sykes and doesn't wait around for the

big Newcomer bearing down on him. He dodges quickly

through the refrigeration door and swings it closed.

Jetson's hand hits the door an instant later, before it is

latched, and he pushes it open despite O'Neal's body

weight against the other side.

INT. METHANE ROOM - NIGHT

Jetson grabs O'Neal by the collar and drags him deeper

into the deserted room.

O'NEAL

Hey, what are you, crazy?! You

can't come in here like this! Hey!

Sykes reaches the doorway, stops and stares.

SYKES:

So much for playing it smart...

O'Neal's feet are barely touching the ground as Jetson

moves along the row of drug-manufacturing equipment.

Finally he reaches a stainless steel tub... he runs a long

finger along the inside, comes up with some residue of the

drug. It glistens blue on his finger. It holds him

mesmerized for several moments... his expression that of a

former junkie beholding the stuff he used to covet so.

SYKES:

(tentatively

stepping closer)

Is that it...?

A beat, than Jetson explodes -- he sweeps a rack of

equipment off the worktable, savagely wipes the drug from

his hand onto O'Neal's shirt-front as he slams and pins

the bug-eyed O'Neal to the wall.

SYKES:

Uh, George...

JETSON:

(in O'Neal's face)

Where is the drug? Where have they

taken it?

O'NEAL

(choking)

What drug? This is an oil refinery,

you...

JETSON:

(pushing harder)

WHERE?!

O'NEAL

(unable to breathe)

You... can't do... this!

SYKES:

George, uh... you're gonna break his

little chest bones...

JETSON:

Stay out of this, Matthew.

(to O'Neal)

Tell me where the drug has been

taken or I will crush your lungs

against this wall.

O'Neal is experiencing real fear now. Sykes has decided

to back Jetson up, for better or worse. He takes the

"good cop" role.

SYKES:

Don't piss him off, O'Neal. When he

gets like this, I can't control him.

I've seen this before. He got like

this once -- I saw him jerk a guy's

spine out and show it to him.

Nothing I could do. I hadda go

throw up.

O'NEAL

(at length, with

great effort)

... They took the stuff out, all of

it -- this afternoon.

JETSON:

How much?

O'NEAL

About fifty kilos... of

concentrate... and some street

grade... in tubes.

Jetson reacts to this... then increases the pressure.

O'Neal is really in bad trouble now. Even Sykes takes a

half-step forward -- thinking Jetson might actually crush

this man.

JETSON:

Where have they taken it?

O'NEAL

Encount... Encounters Club.

Finally, Jetson eases off. O'Neal slumps to the floor,

gasping for air.

CUT TO:

EXT. REFINERY - NIGHT

This time Jetson is the Juggernaut... his expression set

and hard... as he strides to the car. Sykes practically

has to run to keep up.

SYKES:

George, c'mon -- lighten up. It's

a beauty of a case. Don't sweat it

-- we got him by the short hairs.

He ain't gonna make any more of the

sh*t.

JETSON:

The fifty kilos, Matthew. I have to

find it. I can't let it get out on

the street.

SYKES:

Why? What's the big goddamn deal?

Jetson has reached the driver's door of the slug-mobile,

yanks it open.

SYKES:

(continuing; as

Jetson starts the

car

You destroy that drug, you destroy

the case. Don't blow the whole

thing now by not following

procedure.

JETSON:

(through the open

driver's window)

F*** procedure.

And to Sykes' shock, he throws the car in gear and peels

out.

SYKES:

Hey!!

Jetson accelerates toward the security gate. The guard in

the shack starts yelling and runs out as the slug-mobile

bashes through the barricade bar.

SYKES:

GEORGE! GODDAMMIT!!

Sykes stands there like a moron -- with no partner, no

car. A pickup truck carrying a Worker just getting off

his shift starts ambling past. Sykes runs in front of it,

waving his badge. The pickup skids to a stop.

SYKES:

Police. Get out. I need this

thing. Out, now!

The poor guy bails out and Sykes jumps in, jamming it into

gear. The truck has seen better days... it doesn't have

much power to give as Sykes floors it toward the exit.

CUT TO:

INT. SLUG-MOBILE - NIGHT

As Jetson races along the freeway, whipping past other

traffic. He takes a hand off the wheel, reaches over and

pops open the glovebox. He shoves some maps and garbage

aside, reaches deeper inside for something -- we don't see

what.

CUT TO:

INT. ENCOUNTERS - NIGHT

Cassandra walks a trio of well-dressed DRUG DEALERS (two

alien, one human) through the deserted club.

INT. SECOND FLOOR CORRIDOR - NIGHT

She leads them to the office door, opens it, then lets

them enter ahead of her. A couple of them smile at her

lasciviously as they brush past. She is about to enter

herself when an alien hand flashes in behind her, covering

her mouth, pulling her backward away from the door.

It is Jetson. He had been hiding behind some crates

stacked here in the corridor. He pins Cassandra

powerfully to the wall, keeping one hand over her mouth.

She struggles until she sees who it is.

JETSON:

I am here to take Harcourt. Where

is he?

She hesitates, then decides to cooperate, indicates with a

nod toward the office door.

CASSANDRA:

In there.

JETSON:

(pulling his gun)

Show me.

INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - NIGHT

The large suitcase rests on the expansive conference

table. A manicured alien hand reaches in and slowly opens

it. Inside are fifty one-kilo glass tubes full of the

viscous blue drug. Also several of the small, individual

dispensers. It is Harcourt, standing behind the table in

a pool of light, who has opened the suitcase. He is

flanked by Kipling... with Quint elsewhere in the room.

The room is lit by track light, creating pools of light

and dark.

The two alien Dealers' eyes widen at the sight of the

drug. The human dealer doesn't know what it is.

HARCOURT:

(to alien dealers)

It's been a long time, hasn't it,

gentlemen?

HUMAN DEALER:

What is it?

HARCOURT:

A sweet indulgence from out past...

resurrected for our future.

Harcourt sees the hungering expressions on the alien

Dealers' faces... smiles knowingly. He slides one of the

dispensers from the suitcase.

HARCOURT:

(continuing; to

alien dealers)

Please feel free to sample the

quality. The experience will be

everything you remember it to be...

One of the alien Dealers takes the dispenser, brings it to

his tongue. The other alien dealer turns to Harcourt--

ALIEN DEALER:

Where'd you get it?

HARCOURT:

I arranged to spend some time with

three very resourceful men. With a

certain amount of coaxing, one of

them was able to reconstitute the

formula for me.

(beat)

They worked very well together.

Unfortunately, they are no longer

with us... but I was fortunate

enough to reap the benefit of their

endeavor.

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