Alien Nation Page #18
- R
- Year:
- 1988
- 91 min
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He's still dragging Jetson away when he spots Harcourt
pulling himself through the smashed police unit window.
Bruised and bleeding, Harcourt reaches in for the
suitcase, then starts to run with it.
With Jetson a safe distance away from the cars, Sykes
clambers to his feet, draws the Casull, and starts off
after Harcourt.
Harcourt reaches the chain link fence leading to the
closed drawbridge. He heaves the suitcase over, then
starts to climb.
Sykes lumbers past the burning police unit. Kipling is
still behind the wheel, his head slumped forward. Sykes
is just past the cars when they explode -- sending hoods
and door panels and glass flying in all directions.
Harcourt, on the other side of the fence, grabs the
suitcase and limps off into the shadowy world of the
abandoned drawbridge.
Sykes reaches the fence. Instead of climbing, he simply
blows the lock to hell with the Casull, and kicks open the
gate.
EXT. ABANDONED DRAWBRIDGE - NIGHT
The end of the bridge is in the "up" position... a huge
asphalt slab stabbing up into the night sky. Harcourt
runs along the pools of light and dark at the edge of the
bridge, the black seawater drifting past beside him. His
foot slips once and he almost goes over the side.
Sykes -- backlit by the burning cars, the big Casull a
prominent part of the silhouette -- just keeps coming.
Harcourt reaches the shadows at the end of the bridge --
and has nowhere to go. He is backed into a corner, with
seawater on two side of him. Harcourt pivots frantically,
sees Sykes coming this way. Harcourt is a trapped animal.
His chest heaves in panic. Then his gaze falls on the
suitcase behind him... and slowly... finally... a look of
resolve comes into his eye.
ON SYKES:
He eases cautiously toward the shadows where he knows
Harcourt is. There's some movement among the shadows, and
Sykes straight-arms the Casull, his finger white against
the trigger.
Perspiration drips into Sykes' eye, but he doesn't blink.
A long moment then--
ANGLE - THE SHADOWS
Harcourt emerges from the darkness. His face is composed,
the superior glint is back in his eye. His arms are held
away from his sides at 30 degree angles, clearly in
surrender.
Sykes cat-steps forward slowly. Harcourt stares at Sykes'
eyes, and the desire there that Harcourt will give him an
excuse. Harcourt simply... smiles.
SYKES:
Move a finger, Harcourt, and you're
history...
HARCOURT:
No, Sergeant -- not history...
(beat)
Eternity...
And now Sykes sees it -- Harcourt has been holding one of
the one-kilo glass cylinders of the drug concealed behind
his arm. He brings it up over his head, grins at Sykes,
then tilts back his head and cracks the cylinder open.
The blue gel pours into his mouth and down his chin. His
mouth fills.
He looks back at Sykes, making eye contact... his eyes
mad, defiant. And -- he swallows. Long hold -- then the
wallop of the overdose hits him... his face contorts in
agony as he begins to convulse. Sykes, wide-eyed, lowers
the Casull and watches as Harcourt drops to the ground and
goes into a massive violent seizure. His limbs hammer
against the deck... his back arches fiercely. It is a
brutal, agonizing ten seconds. Then, finally, his body
becomes still.
Sykes, stunned at what he's just witnessed slowly goes to
him and takes his pulse the way he saw Jetson do it.
HIGH ANGLE SHOT - THE ENTIRE AREA
Sykes stands. He notices the suitcase nearby, latches it,
and hefts it. He carries it with him back toward the
inferno of the wrecked cars, the Casull hanging heavy and
cold in his hand.
ANGLE FOLLOWING SYKES
He approaches the burning cars, heading for Jetson. As he
passes the burning cars, we have a half-second to register
that the driver's door of the police unit is now open
before--
-- a dark figure hurtles at Sykes' back from O.S.! Sykes
is thrown forward. The suitcase crashes to the ground,
and the Casull goes skittering off. Sykes looks up -- to
be met by the singed and bleeding nightmare visage of
Kipling! Kipling reaches down for the suitcase then Sykes
hears it -- the telltale CLINKING SOUND. He looks -- and
sees the exotic silver bracelet on Kipling's wrist. It
connects for him; this is the bandana alien -- the one who
killed Bill Tuggle!
Kipling brings the suitcase above his head. He is a half-
second from hurling it down on Sykes' skull when -- a GUN
ROARS. Kipling is thrown back by the chest wound. Sykes
looks.
ANGLE:
Jetson, half sitting up, holds the smoking Casull.
Kipling recovers enough to come at Sykes again with the
suitcase again. Jetson, shaking but determined, fires
again, and again, and again.
Kipling is driven backward by the fusillade, the suitcase
still over his head... until he is blasted at last and
forever, suitcase and all, into the molten core of the
inferno.
Sykes rises, makes his way to Jetson's side. Jetson has
let the weight of the gun carry his hand to the ground.
Sykes kneels beside him, gently taking the gun from the
alien's hand. The two partners remain like this, bathed
in the orange flickering glow of the fire.
HIGH WIDE SHOT:
of the drawbridge, the debris, the carnage, and our two
cops...
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. HENRY FORD BOULEVARD - NIGHT
The police mop-up is winding down. Cop cars, coroner's
wagons, fire trucks. We MOVE through it all to find Sykes
and Jetson seated on the curb, away from the railing.
JETSON:
With Harcourt and Kipling dead, I
assume you will be requesting
reassignment now.
SYKES:
(cool)
It'd be for your own good. I think
you'd be better off with a partner
who's a little more... by the book.
(smiles)
... Still, I gotta tell you, George,
for a quiet guy, you're sure hell on
wheels once you get going. I'd
kinda hate to miss your next two
days as a detective.
Jetson smiles. He glances up as they are bathed in red
and blue light. A patrol car has pulled up next to them.
Inside is Wiltey, a uniformed cop.
WILTEY:
I'll give you guys a lift to the
station. They're waiting to take
your statements on the shootings.
SYKES:
(to Jetson)
Let's go, partner.
(then casually
correcting Wiltey
as he rises)
And it's shooting. Singular.
WILTEY:
They said two.
SYKES:
Nope. I didn't shoot Harcourt... he
o.d.'d.
SHOCK CUT - JETSON
We rapidly PUSH IN ON HIM as his head snaps around toward
Sykes. His expression tells us his blood has just turned
to ice.
CUT TO:
INT. CORONER'S WAGON - NIGHT
ANGLE FORWARD, shooting from the rear of the wagon, toward
the DRIVER and ATTENDANT up front.
DRIVER:
So it's just me and her left in the
hot tub, right?
ATTENDANT:
You and the blonde?
DRIVER:
No, man, the redhead. The blonde's
gone in the house with some other
guy. But a few minutes later she
comes back out, alone, when me and
the redhead are going at it fast and
furious in the tub, ya know... and
she sees us, and... she climbs right
in with us...
ATTENDANT:
You're full of sh*t!
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