Enemy Mine Page #3

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singing its lineage,

back to the founding

of its home planet...

To keep Jerry happy

as the winter raged on,

l, too, learned to sing

the Farebeat line.

What's wrong?

Zammis...

is coming.

Oh, God.

God.

What do I do?

I don't know.

Something...

is wrong!

Oh, no.

No, no, no!

You're gonna be all right.

The women always get

nervous before labor.

I am not a woman.

Oh, but pregnant

people...

Things get nervous.

Everybody gets nervous

before labor.

Besides, I mean,

if anything happened to you,

I'd be left here

all alone. Huh?

Just because business

has been a little slow lately,

you expect me to run

the whole place alone?

You are alone.

Within yourself,

you are alone.

That is why you humans...

have separated your sexes...

into two separate halves,

for the joy

of that brief...

union.

You don't know diddly-poop

about humans.

Do you think just because you Dracs

got a lineage 200 miles long,

you can blah, blah this name

and blah, blah that name?

Jerry! Jerry!

Jerry?

Jerry?

Davidge.

Listen to me.

You...

must be a parent...

for Zammis.

Don't kid around,

Jerry.

What do we do now?

You...

must take my place.

When the time comes...

you must find a way...

to take Zammis...

back home...

you must stand

beside Zammis...

before the holy council...

of Dracon...

and recite...

its lineage.

You must, Davidge.

Swear this to me.

Shut up.

Keep pushing.

Do whatever you do.

You must...

take Zammis to Dracon.

Swear.

- No!

- Swear.

Swear.

All right.

All right,

I swear it.

I swear it.

Just don't

die on me.

Now...

you must open me.

Here.

This place.

Don't be afraid,

my friend.

I can't!

Then you... must...

want... to...

have this war.

You... have...

s-s...

No.

Jerry.

Oh, please.

Gosh, Jerry,

what am I supposed

to do now, huh?

You taught me

all about the Talmon,

the line of Jareeba,

but you didn't say nothing

about taking care

of baby Dracs.

So long, Jerry!

Oh, all right.

Ok, we're going to

try it again, huh?

Come on, doll.

Come on.

Eat. Come on.

Zammis.

Zammis, come on.

Come on.

What am I

supposed to do,

run down to the market

for Gerber baby Drac food?

This is all there is,

pal.

Watch.

Watch me. Watch.

Hmm? Hmm? Mmm!

Come on. Okay.

Come here. Like this.

Come on.

See if you like that.

Do you like that?

Huh? Huh?

Come on, kid.

Yes, that's it!

That's it. Chew it now.

There you go.

Hey, squirt!

Let's fly, huh?

I guess he was

an ugly little cuss,

but no uglier than the pictures

of those other kids...

that used to be

shown around the mess hall.

Of course, he grew slightly

faster than a human child.

I'm going to start

calling you beanstalk.

You outgrow your clothes faster

than I can even catch them.

Don't spread

your fingers.

Fingers?

Yeah, these.

Fingers.

Cattuh. Fingers.

They're not the same.

Well, of course

they're not the same.

You're a Drac,

I'm a human.

Look, look, uh...

now, you have

three fingers.

One, two, three.

Now, I have

five fingers.

One, two, three,

four, five.

Zammis get four five?

No.

You're a Drac,

and I'm a human.

Human?

Yeah, um...

human is me.

Drac is you.

Now, I'm a human because

my parents were human,

and your parent

was a Drac,

so you are a Drac.

- Got it?

- I'm a Drac!

Yeah!

Yeah, great.

Uncle!

Uncle, wait!

Wait!

Huh? Uncle.

- What was that?

- Spacecraft.

- Were there humans inside?

- I don't know!

I'm going to

go find out!

Uncle, please,

can I come?

No! Stay here

until I get back.

Uncle, why are you afraid?

Uncle, please!

No! You stay

inside the cave!

So, that's why when

we walk or we hunt,

we always go in the direction

of the rising of the sun.

Never in the direction

of the setting of the sun.

- Is that clear?

- Yes.

Because if those men

ever find us...

we'll never see

each other again.

But, Uncle,

they're humans,

like you.

Shut up and eat.

I tried not to think

about the scavengers.

Instead, I concentrated

on Zammis.

I finally figured it was time

to start his education.

The name of this game,

Zammis...

- Is football.

- Football.

Now, these trees are

my defensive line.

Those trees over there

are your team.

They're a bigger than real players,

like the Houston Oilers,

and a little bit slower,

but not much, all right?

You go down to that end

of the field.

That's your end zone.

Okay? Go on.

Hey-o!

All right, now,

when I kick the ball to you,

you catch it and you try to

run past me, if you can,

through these

two guys there.

That's your goal line.

You got it?

- No.

- Just do what I tell you.

It'll be fine.

All right?

All right?

Here comes the kickoff.

Pick it up!

Pick it up! Now run!

Now run. Run!

Come on! Go!

Zammis has got the ball! Look at him

weaving through that defense!

Davidge has got

the ball!

Oh!

At the 20-yard line.

I like this game.

It's a great game.

You don't normally get to eat the ball.

That's a bonus.

I've simplified the rules

for the conditions here.

Small teams and so on.

I've been thinking, Uncle,

about those humans

you saw.

Maybe they are friends

with the Dracs.

Maybe they asked them

to come and work.

I wish

that was true.

I have never

seen a Drac,

only my own face

in the water.

I wish I was not a Drac.

I wish I had your face.

Oh, Zammis.

I wish I had

five fingers.

Oh, Zammis.

Listen to me.

As Dracs go, you are

a great-looking kid.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

It's just that...

you've never seen

your own kind.

Now, someday,

you're going to

go home,

and you're gonna forget all about

this god-awful planet...

and all about me.

I will never

forget you, Uncle.

No, I guess

you won't.

I won't

forget you either.

Uncle?

What was

my parent like?

Zammis...

your parent...

was my friend.

Hey, Zammis.

Hey, Zammis.

Hey, Zammis!

Oh, no.

Hey, Zammis!

All right,

move it now.

Zammis!

Zammis!

Hey, Johnny, look here.

A fine little woggie,

if I ever saw one.

Surprise, surprise.

Looks a bit stringy to me, though.

No, he's just fine.

Tough as nails.

A born worker.

Ah, you pathetic little bugger!

Run about!

Run about!

How do you suppose

he got here?

Aah! Let's have a look.

See if his daddy's around.

- Aah!

- Aah!

Hey, you slimy bastard!

God damn, he's got you

hot and bothered!

Don't worry.

I'll slow him down for you.

You ripped my face, you slimy

little Drac! I'll make you pay.

Uncle!

- Who the hell are you?

- Let him go!

- Uncle!

- Zammis, no!

Uncle!

Uncle!

We entrust our brother

to God's merciful keeping,

and we commit his body

to space.

From ashes to ashes,

from dust to dust...

Jesus Christ!

Didn't they just

fix that thing?

Oh, sh*t.

Who's listening, anyway?

Next.

"Gavorki, George W.

Agnostic. "

No music.

So long.

Next.

Where's the damn tag

on this one?

Those jerks in prep

are really getting sloppy.

So, have a look

inside.

Look at this poor freak.

At least

he's in one piece.

Some guys have

all the luck.

- Nope, no tag.

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