Alien Nation Page #22

Jetson continues pulling him up into the helicopter as it

moves off toward shore.

INT. HELICOPTER - NIGHT

Sykes plops on the floor, soaked, battered, holding his

limp arm. Jetson is quickly whipping off his jacket,

wrapping the dry part around his own arm, wincing in pain.

The Pilot stare down at the circle of water where they

just pulled Sykes from.

PILOT:

What the hell was that down there?

It was weird.

Jetson looks at Sykes, wondering if he will say. Sykes

looks at Jetson a long moment, then--

SYKES:

Looked like every other damn slag to

me. Just plain ugly.

Despite the pain, Jetson smiles.

LONG DISSOLVE TO:

INT. CHURCH ANTEROOM - DAY

We are CLOSE on Sykes, who is having a hell of a time,

trying to tie a tuxedo tie with one arm in a sling. A

PAIR OF ALIEN ARMS reach into FRAME to help him. One of

the alien arms is also in a sling.

ANGLE WIDENS to reveal the alien is Jetson. Both men wear

tuxedos.

SYKES:

How do I look?

JETSON:

You look very good.

There's a knock at the door. Sykes opens it. There

stands Sykes' daughter, KRISTIN, twenty years old, looking

radiant in her wedding dress. She is in a foyer, and

behind her is the interior of the church with all the

assembled guests, including Mrs. Jetson & son.

KRISTIN:

Ready, Daddy...?

Sykes' heart melts. Before moving to the door:

SYKES:

George, uh... I want to apologize

now, in advance, for all the rotten

things I'll ever say or do to you

over the years.

Sykes moves to join his daughter. As he does:

JETSON:

That is all right, Matthew. After

all, you are only human.

Sykes, caught off guard, has to laugh.

SYKES:

(under his breath)

What a wildman...

Sykes takes his daughter's arm and the two of them start

down the aisle.

FADE OUT.

THE END:

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