Alien Nation Page #19
- R
- Year:
- 1988
- 91 min
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DRIVER:
I swear it! If I'm lyin', I'm
dyin'...
And, without warning, A LARGE INHUMAN HAND FLIES UP IN
F.G., having ripped through the sealed body bag just below
FRAME.
CUT TO:
Jetson is up front with Wiltey; Sykes sits in the back,
though he is on the edge of the seat, leaning forward
toward the front. Jetson is intently, nervously scanning
ahead and to both sides.
JETSON:
You are certain this is the route
they would have taken?
WILTEY:
I'm not positive -- but probably.
SYKES:
(warily)
What's this about, George? I know
that look.
JETSON:
(spots something out
a side window)
There! Go back. Down that side
street.
Wiltey brakes, backs up, then turns into the side street.
ANGLE THROUGH WINDSHIELD
as they approach an eerie scene. The coroner's wagon is
stopped at an angle in the middle of the intersection,
headlights and roof lights cutting into the night, the
back doors wide open. A patrol car is also here, on the
other side of the wagon. There is no movement anywhere
near the two vehicles.
Wiltey pulls the car up, his eyes like saucers at the
eerie scene. He reaches for the radio hand mike. Jetson
quickly covers it with a large hand.
JETSON:
No!
(both Sykes and
Wiltey look at him)
We must do this alone.
SYKES:
Do what?! George-- ?!
Jetson is already sliding out of the car.
EXT. STREET NEAR DOCKS - NIGHT
Jetson, Sykes, and Wiltey move warily forward, their guns
drawn. They reach the van and Sykes takes Wiltey's
flashlight, shines it through the open back doors. The
doors are bent outward, smashed half off their hinges.
One of the body bags is ripped open, literally split from
end to end. The blue and red lightbar on the other patrol
car can be seen through the wagon's front windshield.
Jetson starts around the wagon toward the patrol car,
Sykes and Wiltey follow. Lights all ablaze, it too is
abandoned. One door has been wrenched off its hinges and
lays in the street, and the front windshield is smashed.
Our three cops approach the car, then Wiltey spots
something beyond the unit.
WILTEY:
Oh, God...
Sykes and Jetson look.
The bodies of the coroner wagon Driver and Attendant, as
well as the two OFFICERS from the patrol car, are crushed
and beaten and stretched out on the asphalt. Their arms
are twisted as though by a mad force -- each pointing down
the street toward the dock warehouses ahead. Wiltey
stumbles away, backward.
WILTEY:
I'm calling for back up, now.
JETSON:
Wiltey, no.
But Wiltey is going. Jetson starts after him... but Sykes
grabs his arm, hard, and spins him.
SYKES:
What is this?!
JETSON:
(low)
... It's Harcourt.
SYKES:
Harcourt is dead.
JETSON:
No he's not. Not if he overdosed on
the drug.
(searches for the
words)
Massive amounts trigger a... a
change. Your body functions seize
up, you appear to be dead, but it's
really a state of incubation. When
you emerge you're...
SYKES:
(looks at the four
bodies sprawled
before him)
Tell me about it...
CUT TO:
EXT. STREET NEAR DOCKS - NIGHT
One minute later. OPEN CLOSE on a light shining into
CAMERA, then WIDEN to reveal it is one of the door-mounted
spotlights on Wiltey's patrol car. Wiltey eases the car
down the center of the street. Sykes and Jetson, guns
ready, walk slowly along on either side of the car... eyes
everywhere.
MOVING POV:
as they move past the shadowy dock warehouses... watching
for any signs of movement.
BACK TO SCENE:
Sykes and Jetson converse across the hood of the car as
they walk. Their eyes everywhere.
SYKES:
I never thought I'd say this, but --
for once in my life I think I'm
willing to wait for back-up.
JETSON:
We can't let him get away.
SYKES:
Why the hell are you so dead set
against back-up?
JETSON:
(a difficult
admission)
Because... because of what will
happen if humans see what we are
capable of becoming.
SYKES:
But there's no more drug.
JETSON:
You understand that. But how many
others will?
Sykes looks across at Jetson's troubled expression.
Just then, Wiltey spots a flit of movement cutting across
his headlight beams fifty yards ahead. Whatever it was,
was large and fast. It darted into an open warehouse
door.
WILTEY:
There he is!
And Wiltey floors it. Sykes and Jetson watch, unable to
stop him.
JETSON:
Wiltey!
He and Sykes take off running. Wiltey skids to the left,
rockets in through the open warehouse door, out of sight.
Sykes and Jetson pour it on. They hear a SCREECH OF
BRAKES. They reach the warehouse door and race through.
INT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
LOW ANGLE, SHOOTING ACROSS the underside of Wiltey's
stopped patrol car as Sykes' and Jetson's feet appear
around the corner of the warehouse door. The car is still
running -- the exhaust pipe still RUMBLING and expelling
fumes. The feet slow... then cautiously start around the
car. We PAN with them as they move around the side of the
car. A dark liquid begins dripping in EXTREME F.G. We
MOVE UP, to a CLOSE UP of the car bumper. The dark liquid
is blood, dripping deep red on the shiny chrome. We MOVE
UP farther, and--
-- there is Wiltey's severed head. IN CLOSE UP, resting
on the hood of the patrol car.
Sykes and Jetson stop dead at the sight. Wiltey's body
lies in a heap on the floor near the car. They both
stare, then Sykes looks around the shadowy interior of the
warehouse, his expression saying: what the hell could have
done this so fast?
THEIR POV:
There are two paths to go. Both dark and scary as hell.
The sound of a distant FOG HORN blends with the CREAKS and
DRIPS of this waterfront building.
ANGLE - SYKES AND JETSON
Jetson reaches into the patrol car and pulls the shotgun
from the dash mount. He checks the chamber as Sykes
checks the Casull.
They exchange a knowing look... then wordlessly, they
split up. Sykes takes the path to the left, Jetson to the
right.
WITH JETSON:
As he moves into a dark area. He slowly picks his way
along a long wall, having to step over all sorts of piled
debris, heading toward us. We PAN slightly to the left to
HOLD a door in CLOSE UP. The door, already ajar, eases
open slightly wider. Jetson hears this. He reaches the
door, sets himself, then spins and kicks the door open all
the way. There's nothing inside... now.
Jetson looks up, sees movement in the distance. It is
Sykes, quite far away, in another section of the
warehouse. Sykes leaves Jetson's field of view.
INT. WAREHOUSE - GUARD'S AREA - NIGHT
Sykes walks around a corner -- freezes, and c*cks his head
as he hears VOICES -- followed, curiously, by LAUGHTER.
He eases forward, peers around a bend, and sees -- a table
and a chair. On the table is a mini-television, tuned to
some local late night talk show. There's a thermos, a
steaming cup of coffee, and a Twinkie with a single bite
out of it beside the TV. The chair is empty, except for a
jacket slung across the back, the word SECURITY stitched
on the breast. The guard is nowhere in sight.
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