Alien Nation Page #2

THROUGH THE WINDOW Tuggle sees what Sykes sees: two ALIENS

in long coats moving down the sidewalk, entering a mom-

and-pop mini-mart on the corner. One of them wears dark

glasses and a red bandana (KIPLING): the other has on a

black vinyl raincoat.

SYKES:

Does that look at all suspicious to

you?

TUGGLE:

Whatever gave you that idea?

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

Sykes continues up a quarter of a block, pulls to the curb

among other parked cars.

INT. SEDAN - NIGHT

Sykes is already pulling his gun. Tuggle quickly reaches

for the radio in the glovebox.

TUGGLE:

This is one-Henry-seven, we've got a

possible two-eleven in progress at

Porter's Mini-Mart, corner of Court

and Alvarado. Requesting backup.

Impulsive Sykes is already opening his door and climbing

out.

SYKES:

Let's do it, partner.

Tuggle drops the radio mike and follows Sykes as the Radio

Dispatcher confirms the call.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

The two cops, guns in hand, move along the row of parked

cars across the street from the mini-mart. Through the

store window they see the old alien PROPRIETOR behind the

counter. His eyes go wide as Kipling whips back his coat

and yanks out a short combat pump-shotgun and aims it

right at him. The Raincoat alien pulls an identical gun

and covers the door.

Sykes and Tuggle react to the firepower inside.

SYKES:

You got your vest?

TUGGLE:

Of course. Right in the trunk of

the car.

SYKES:

Yeah, that's comforting. Mine, too.

Through the store window the robbery continues in

pantomime. Kipling gestures viciously with the shotgun,

yelling orders in the alien language. The Proprietor is

quickly filling a paper bag with cash from the register.

The PROPRIETOR'S WIFE, a middle-aged alien woman, stands

in the doorway from the back, frozen in fear. The

Raincoat alien dances from foot to foot, antsy, wired.

Sykes and Tuggle crouch at the car directly across the

street from the store entrance.

TUGGLE:

Watch the driver. I'm going for a

better angle on the door.

SYKES:

I got him. Don't get pinned.

Tuggle leaves the cover provided by the car, runs cater-

corner across the intersection.

Through the store window Sykes sees Kipling grab the bag

of cash, shove it in his coat pocket. Bills fall out, but

he doesn't care. Then, without warning, Kipling whips up

the twelve gauge and blows a hole in the Proprietor's

chest! The Proprietor slams back against the shelves,

slides to the floor. Kipling leans over the counter and

FIRES another round into the Proprietor.

SYKES:

(under his breath)

Aw, sh*t.

Tuggle is almost across the street when he hears the

shots.

The human DRIVER of the getaway car (parked at the curb a

few doors down from the mini-mart) glances up, spots

Tuggle. He leans on the HORN, reaches for a machine

pistol on the seat next to him.

INT. MINI-MART - NIGHT

Kipling and Raincoat alien react to the horn honk. They

spot Tuggle through the store window and open fire --

BLASTING THROUGH THE GLASS.

A civilian car enters the intersection. The engine is hit

by shotgun fire, and the car skids to a stop in the

intersection, steam rising from the radiator.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

Tuggle dives behind a lamp post.

The Driver is out of the car now, brings up the machine

pistol to fire at Tuggle. Sykes sees this and opens fire

at the Driver. The Driver turns and fires at Sykes.

Sykes ducks down, and the car he's hiding behind is

sprayed with bullets.

A forty-foot moving van pulls down the street between

Sykes and the Driver. Once the truck is past, Sykes is

standing behind the bullet-riddled car, gun ready. He

rapid-fires -- creaming the human Driver.

Tuggle is pinned down behind the thin lamp post by the

shotgun fire from Kipling and Raincoat alien.

SYKES:

Get outta there!

TUGGLE:

I can't! Do you mind!

SYKES:

I'll cover you! Get outta there!!

Sykes rises and runs across the street toward the getaway

car, firing toward the store as he goes.

Kipling and Raincoat dodge behind cover.

Tuggle seizes the opportunity, jumps from behind the lamp

post and runs to the stalled civilian car. He slides

across the hood and drops behind the car for cover.

Tuggle slowly pokes his head up to peer through the car

window. His gaze is met by the face of the OLD MAN driver

who is still inside the car.

OLD MAN:

Can I get out now?

TUGGLE:

Move it!

Sykes doesn't have a clear firing line on the aliens in

the store. As he considers his next move--

Tuggle fires at the two aliens. They return fire and he

slides down to safety behind the car. Or so he thinks.

Glass rains down on him as the car windows are cremated by

the shotgun blasts. He flinches as another blast hits the

car. He looks over. There's a big exit hole in the

fender beside him. THE SHOT WENT RIGHT THROUGH THE CAR.

Another exit hole is BLASTED, inches from his shoulder.

Panicked, he scrambles along the side of the car -- BLASTS

and exit holes following him until he reaches the front of

the car. He has nowhere left to go and--

-- a BLAST comes through the car and catches him squarely

in the chest throwing him back onto the street.

Sykes' head jerks around -- in time to see his partner of

nine years blown away.

Kipling keeps firing in Tuggle's direction until his

shotgun CLICKS empty.

INT. MINI-MART - NIGHT

Kipling grabs Raincoat and throws him toward the back exit

of the store. The shotgun falls from Raincoat's hands.

The two of them run out the back.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

Sykes runs to Tuggle's spread-eagled body. One glance is

enough. Nobody ever looked deader.

SYKES:

Aw sh*t, Tug, Jesus! Goddamn it!

He stares, shocked and incredulous. He can't find a way

to think or feel about this. Then we see him going crazy

right before our eyes, the rage revving. He takes off

toward the store as SIRENS are HEARD rapidly approaching

in background.

INT. MINI-MART - NIGHT

Sykes moves through like a locomotive skidding on broken

glass, bangs through the exit.

EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT

Sykes catches sight of the two aliens just as they round

the corner at the far end of the alley. He takes off,

quickly cranking up to full speed.

EXT. BACK STREET - NIGHT

Sykes rounds the corner. Doesn't see them anymore. He

slows... moves along this street with some caution. Lots

of shadows, lots of hiding places. Sykes HEARS a NOISE,

looks up... just in time to see Raincoat on a high, huge

billboard. He cuts loose with the shotgun. Sykes dives.

Huge chunks of the crate he dives behind fly off into the

night. Sykes, on his belly, scrambles deeper among the

crates.

Raincoat's shotgun CLICKS empty now. He drops it, swings

down off the fire escape, runs off.

Sykes is up again in a flash, pounding after him.

EXT. TUNNEL STREET - NIGHT

Sykes rounds this second corner, races down the street.

The only route they could've taken is through a tunnel up

ahead. Sykes approaches the tunnel, all senses wide open.

INT. TUNNEL - NIGHT

The murkiness of the tunnel engulfs him as he moves

through the mouth. He tries to control his breathing so

he can hear. The only SOUND is his own shoes scuffing

along the asphalt.

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