Alien Nation: Body and Soul (1995)

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Hmm.

Excellent.

Attack simulation is now completed.

Cut Power to 3 and 5.

Shutting down Complex 7 and 9.

- Engaging emergency generators.

- Nine? There's nothing down there.

All the sections

are back online?

Except for Complex 9.

It's everything

we hoped it would be.

The power drains will be fixed.

My compliments.

Our clients will be thrilled.

This technology has provided us...

with the biggest bat

in the old ball game.

Complex 9! Hurry!

Secondary failure in 9.

Nine... coming back.

No. No. It's Complex 9.

- Complex 9, get over there. Quick. Cover it.

- I'll hit the perimeter.

No breaches, yet.

I'm heading south.

Roger that.

We're getting out the dogs.

I'm turnin' in from the west now.

A breach? Where?

Get a chopper up now.

Begin a ground search.

Tivoli!

What the hell

was in Complex 9?

California's

Mojave Desert, seven years ago.

Our historic first view

of the Newcomer ship.

Theirs was a sl*ve ship

carrying a quarter-million beings...

bred to adapt and labor

in any environment.

Physically stronger than human beings,

with keener senses and two hearts...

these alien Newcomers have

joined the American society.

The Tenctonese have been accepted

by many, but hated by human purists...

who fear the inevitable

cohabitation of the two species.

With no way to leave Earth,

the Tenctonese Newcomers...

have become the latest

edition to the population of Los Angeles.

Look how well

their lips align.

Mm-hmm.

All it takes is practice.

I know you like

humming.

Where?

Matt! Matt!

- Matt, we're going too far.

- We're consenting adults.

But you don't understand.

This could be physically... dangerous.

Cathy.

If a Tenctonese woman

is not in sync with her mate...

she could cause him serious...

injury.

Hey, we got nothin'

but sync.

But you need to learn

how to approach me.

You need to learn

how to hum.

You need training.

Hey! One thing I don't need

is training.

This is not a good idea.

Hey, we're running on fumes here!

The ping is strong. I have the vector.

He's slowing down.

Penn, if we don't refuel,

we're gonna fall down!

It's better to fall down

than come back without those two.

- Break right, 2-0-0.

- Right, 2-0-0.

I've lost the ping. Set down quickly.

They must be below us.

Watch the right.

Keep clear of the building.

All right. Stay close. He can't be more

than a few blocks that way.

Emergency operator.

Take him down.

This one's dead.

Hey! Hi, Matt.

Hey, Zapeda.

- Hey, George.

- Matt.

Oh, my. Did you and Cathy

try to copulate last night?

No, no!

There was a bar of soap on the floor

of the shower and I stepped on it-

Well, your injury is consistent with that of

humans who rush into sex without proper-

George. George.

What is that disgusting

thing you're eating?

Well, it's weasel pressed

into a ring.

They're new. You have your doughnuts,

now I have mine.

They're excellent for dunking.

They make a jelly weasel too.

Detective Sikes, your neck.

- Did you try to copulate with a Newcomer?

- Says he slipped in the shower.

Hey! That's what happened, damn it! You

don't wanna believe it, that's your fault!

- Hey! No! Albert!

- Just... relax.

Albert!

- How's that?

- Better.

It's still sore,

but better.

Sexual ignorance

is a very dangerous thing.

Francisco, Sikes, you got a homicide-

And good morning.

It's about six blocks

away from here.

Bizarre-looking Newcomer child was found

at the scene. I had her sent to day care.

And you're supposed to be

where, exactly, Albert?

The victim was a Newcomer,

John PaulJones.

The perp might also

be a Newcomer.

There was a witness who said

they saw a giant fighting two guys.

The witness was a wino,

so who knows?

Says the victim worked security

for Dextra Pharmaceuticals.

Security guy?

Ex-cop?

No, but Dextra is owned

by Adrian Tivoli.

Dr. Adrian Tivoli? Nobel prize,

genetic cure for diabetes, 1997.

Talk about giants. Perhaps

the most illustrious Newcomer of all.

- Oh, that Adrian Tivoli.

- Forget the caseload. Let's put this on the fast track.

There might be some

press interest.

I want you to refer that to me,

uh, if Dr. "Tripoli" has any questions.

- Talk about a giant. That

man is one giant a- - Perhaps-

Uh, with, uh, some

chocolate sauce.

Okay, Marla, you want

some of these?

All right.

What?

What did you say?

Don't understand.

You came from where?

Albert.

Albert.

- She's not bizarre-looking. She's-

- Almost angelic.

- Still, she's-

- She sh-showed me strange things.

- What kind of things, Albert?

- I'm not sure.

Like a hospital,

but different.

She's- She's feeling

sorrow...

and pain and loneliness.

What is this- a sance, public access?

What are you talking about?

- Well, you know, Albert's a binnaum?

- Yeah...

and he gets to go around popping

Newcomer's wives so they can get pregnant.

I just catalyze them.

Their husbands...

- pop them.

- Binnaums are also sensitives.

Albert has the capacity to connect on

what you would call a "psychic plane. "

Oh, great. Next time the Dodgers are

blacked out on TV, I'll give you a call.

Albert, I want you to call

Cathy and tell her about all this.

I'd like her to see this child

as soon as possible.

Dr. Tivoli built herself quite a place.

And helped thousands of your people.

Just try not to kiss

Tivoli's ring, will ya, George?

- Dr. Tivoli!

- Oh, Detectives.

It's a great, great honor.

We'll try to be

as brief as possible.

Just let me say how much

I admire your work.

Oh, thank you,

Detective.

Well, I-

I know you're here about Mr. Jones...

but I'm afraid I'm not

acquainted with everybody.

Oh, that's perfectly

understandable.

Do you have any idea what he was doing

the night he was m*rder*d?

He was not on duty, so, then,

of course, his time was his own.

- How are you?

- Fine, Dr. Tivoli.

And his record with Dextra?

Not a blemish.

I'll have my secretary get you a copy.

Did they tell you

about the child we found?

- I hear she's unusual.

- Yes.

Her head is disproportionately large,

but with no spots.

She appears intelligent,

but she doesn't move or make any sounds.

- Has she been examined?

- I've requested it.

And do you have any

suspects in the k*lling?

Oh, just your average,

everyday giant Newcomer.

We have one witness who thinks

thatJones and another human...

were in a struggle with a very large

Newcomer.

- And this relates to the child?

- Well, we have no idea.

- But-

- It's very curious. You know, a great deal...

of our research

is focused on genetic defects...

in both humans

and Newcomers.

Perhaps we could

help this child.

That is so generous of you, Doctor.

I'll, uh,

pass that along.

I'm surprised you didn't go all the way

in that hard-hitting interview, George:

Get an autographed glossy,

maybe a fingernail clipping.

That woman is

an inspiration, Matthew.

- I feel so proud.

- Good. Then you get to buy lunch.

Well, of course I should've

told you before this.

I know I disobeyed you. I was wrong.

I just couldn't abandon all of my research.

I've come so close.

L- I'm sorry. I know

it was foolish...

and now I'm worried about the child-

what an examination will reveal.

Oh!

Yes. Whatever you say.

Please. I have as much

at stake as you do-

No, I just meant if they find out

about OPSI L, sir, not about you.

Yes, I'll-

Yes, I'll see to it.

Hey, yo, slag!

How's the air down there?

Hey, man! We're

talking to you!

- Yeah! Come on, drumhead!

- Come back!

You see the size

of that slag, man?

- That was one large spongehead.

- Yo.

A definite improvement

over Albert's technique.

- You got the healing touch.

- I'm a doctor.

Then you know if you kiss it,

you'll make it better.

- Really?

- Mm-hmm.

- Matt!

- Why don't you take this off and I'll give you a massage?

Do you remember what happened the last

time you touched the spots on my back?

How about if I massage

your front?

Well, I suppose

there's no harm in that.

Still your proximity

could get me aroused.

So I'm never gonna

be able to touch ya?

Not if you don't listen

to your body.

Believe me,

I'm answerin' its call.

You're listening with the wrong part.

You need to be trained.

- On the job.

- No, no, no. I mean by professionals.

Whoa! Yo! I have never paid

for it in my life.

I'm talking about a class. Interspecies

Project L.A. Has one.

A human-Newcomer

sex class.

- They're gonna teach me how to have sex?

- Yes.

Cathy, between you and me,

there's nothing I haven't-

Hell, I lost my virginity

at 14.

- Really?

- Okay. 16.

You're still a virgin when it comes

to Tenctonese women.

Matt.

You know I don't wanna have

a platonic relationship with you...

but if we don't go to this class,

that's all we're ever gonna have.

Did you know that I fantasize

about ripping your clothes off...

and making love to you

up one side of this apartment...

and down the other?

Classes.

Classes.

- Hey, Socrates.

- I'm reading Schopenhauer, not Socrates.

You know, he reads like a child

compared to our Tenctonese elders.

Oh. Well, don't forget

the service on my car.

Uh, Matt's picking me up.

Buck will take the car in.

George, we're gonna

have to talk to him.

Uh, Buck? What about?

Don't tell me

you haven't noticed.

- All this studying.

- Developing a keen intellect. I don't see what the problem is.

He's 20 years old, George,

and he's not even dating.

All his friends are males.

- You know what I mean.

- There's nothing wrong with dating males.

You're not falling into that human

hydrophobia thing, are you?

h*m*, George-

No, that's not what I'm talking about.

Buck's got no outlet,

you know?

Well, I was kind of a

myself.

You did talk to him about not letting

his aklafluid build up, didn't you?

Oh, yes. Years ago.

Well, maybe we should remind him.

Make sure he's releasing it regular.

Well, if you think

it's necessary.

You don't have a problem talking about

fluid release, do you, George?

Hardly.

Isn't it odd that humans do. Imagine,

they once fired a surgeon general...

for suggesting it be

taught in school.

Good-bye, Nemo.

Hey, Buck.

Oh, don't. Believe me,

I've heard all the jokes.

One of the hazards

of night work, huh?

Believe me,

it's not funny.

Buck!

- What'd I do?

- I ask myself that all the time.

George is in the kitchen.

Yo-whoa!

Oh, this is about

as bad as I've ever seen.

Oh, don't worry, Suze. I know

a guy who can get rid of anything-

freeze termites,

blowtorch, bat infestations.

No, no, no.

Vesna's in there.

Vesna-

Your baby's in there?

Yes, it's a cherboucha-

Uh, like, hibernating.

She's at that age, you know. Surrounded by

loved ones, but isolated and protected.

It's only for 11 months,

but it really helps harmonize the senses.

- That must've hurt.

- L- Oh, yeah.

Uh, yeah. Uh, listen,

Suze...

I know you haven't had

any involvements with human males...

- but-

- Well, not that kind of involvement. No.

Um, see, Cathy thinks

that we should go...

to classes.

- You know, isn't that-

- A great idea!

Otherwise, you could end up

with some permanent damage...

you know, in-

in, well, really, uh...

painful places.

I gotta go.

So, uh, how'd it go

with Cathy last night?

- Ooh.

- Well, no bruises.

- I see you exercised some restraint.

- Hey! We were, uh-

- You know?

- Did you make a field goal?

No, George, more like

a grand slam.

- You did not.

- I did to.

- You did not.

- Did to.

- Matt!

- Cathy.

George! Did he tell you?

We're taking a sex class.

- Cathy-

- Oh, I thought you two had already copulated.

Whatever gave you

that idea?

You should really

come and see this child.

- Matt, what did you-

- George. Hey, George.

Here's some of the canvassing

reports on theJones homicide.

You know, the neighbors,

they reported hearing a helicopter.

Could have landed and taken off.

The time frame fits.

- Why don't you see if you can-

- Airports, F.A. A...

- charter flights.

- Yeah. Right.

- What's the verdict?

- She's not finished.

What is it?

She has only one

cardiovascular system.

She doesn't have

two hearts?

That's impossible.

She's a Newcomer.

Maybe she's not-

no spots, one heart.

Her motor skills are more consistent

with human development.

This is not a human child.

Well, I'm not ready

tojump to that conclusion.

The ear configuration and cranial shape

are definitely Newcomer.

What are you saying?

Half human, half Newcomer?

- A hybrid?

- I thought that was impossible.

Tenctonese have been known

to genetically adapt...

in a single generation.

Interbreeding may be

just a matter of time.

And that time has

obviously come.

I've got the first human Newcomer

right here in my precinct.

I don't know that.

I need time for extensive tests.

Do them! As for you,

I want you to find "Mom" and "Dad. "

This is now part

of your official investigation.

Work fast. This could be big.

Whoa!

Please, Captain...

even if a hybrid birth

is possible-

Human-Newcomer relationships

are already controversial.

It would be worse if it was thought

they could procreate.

I'm not interested in

sociology, just biology.

Find the parents.

Uh, Matt, you won't forget

about our appointment later?

No. No.

Matt, I think the classes

are a good idea.

I mean, this little thing on your neck

is nothing compared-

I warned you guys about hitting on Zapeda.

Nice collar, George-

literally.

- You okay?

- Yes, I'm all right.

Looks like I'm gonna have to

blow off that appointment with Cathy.

No, no. You go on ahead. This fellow's

gonna have a nice, long nap.

- Oh, no, no, no.

- I promise you...

you won't miss

anything.

Good job.

- Did you have a nice swim?

- Yes, I did.

- Dr. Tivoli!

- Penn, what took you so long?

- I shouldn't be in here.

- It's just therapeutic U.V. And nitrogen.

A hood will keep

any human safe.

All right. We're still looking.

I'm covering the whole town.

- It's a matter of time.

- I don't have time! Do you understand?

- Benson is furious.

- A snack, Dr. Tivoli?

- No, thank you.

- It's fresh k*ll.

No!

What?

Have you had

any contagious diseases?

Uh, just the usual kid's stuff.

Uh, mumps, measles.

- Okay. Any allergies?

- Uh, penicillin.

- And what's your blood type?

- O-positive.

And how large is your p*nis

when fully erect?

What?

- I don't really think that's your business.

- Matt, it's important.

- Matt.

- More or less.

Matt, this is

a medical clinic.

And are you currently

taking any medications?

You're very sad.

I'm nowhere on the chopper.

- It was probably somebody playing the TV too loud.

- No, no, no, no, Matt.

One of our birds saw the takeoff,

but no one wants to claim this flight-

not the feds, not E.M.S.,

not charter.

- Military? What about one

of the radio or TV stations?

- They're all accounted for.

- Thanks, Zap.

Detective Francisco.

- What?

- George.

Dr. Tivoli's been m*rder*d.

Small caliber.

We've got a weapon.

She took one

through the head.

- Human took one through the heart.

- Any signs of a struggle?

Quick and clean,

so to speak.

It was a pro hit. There's no

fingerprints on the throat.

- I know. I know.

- Human's name was Penn.

Whoa! Chief of security

for Dextra.

And Jones's boss.

Yeah.

Matt!

Please. She was a great

benefactor to your race.

I'm done. We're ready

to bag it and drag it.

- You guys wanna have lunch?

- Yeah.

Well, thanks a lot.

That's been very helpful.

Hey, Tivoli's next of kin, a daughter,

she lives up north...

but the company

located her.

The late Mr. Penn had a pilot's license-

fixed-wing and helicopters.

- See if Dextra-

- Dextra has their own chopper.

I'll get the flight logs. Ooh! Albert.

I'm sorry. I'm- George. I'm getting

pictures from the giant from the ship.

- The ship?

- Terrible things.

Francisco, Sikes,

my office, now.

I've got what is probably the first

human-Newcomer downstairs.

I've got a Nobel Prize-winning

Newcomer in the morgue.

Captain Steroid's

in my holding cell...

and the press is all

over me like a rash.

What I don't have

are any answers.

Where are the parents? Where is

the evidence to charge this prisoner?

What the hell is going on at Dextra

Pharmaceuticals? Sikes, are you listening?

Oh, yeah. I was just wondering

what time the fashion show starts.

Lt. Smithford,

our public information officer.

- We have a P.I. O?

- Where do you hang out, Lieutenant?

Well, my work keeps me busy in

the community with the press corps.

Ah, to protect

and serve what? c*ck?

- Sikes.

- Look, we can control the flow of information...

on Tivoli and Dextra- ongoing investigation,

full resources of the department...

one suspect in custody-

the usual stuff.

We can hold 'em-

for a while.

But if you can confirm

the child is a half-and-half...

we can put quite

a spin on that.

I'm talkin' national exposure

for this department.

Schedule a press conference.

And, Sikes...

you tell your girlfriend

I want confirmation in 24 hours.

Then the kid goes to Gingrich House

till you find the parents.

Now get back to work.

Cappuccino?

A day isn't enough time!

I can't verify a hybrid

with insufficient data.

- I know that.

- And the child is disabled.

She doesn't belong in an orphanage and

I'm not certain there aren't other problems.

You can always petition

juvy court.

I will as soon as I get custody.

Get out! Go home!

You should've never

come in the first place!

Slag lover!

Looks like a meeting

of folks that aren't gettin' any.

It's not funny. Just imagine

if the child is a hybrid.

If humans and Newcomers

reproduce offspring-

The basis of Newcomer

foreplay is humming.

Humming!

Now I like to start these sessions

with a little exercise.

Could we all stand, please?

Come on, Matt. Relax.

- Get into it.

- Only reason I'm here.

The process oflearning

how to make love...

requires letting go

of all those inhibitions.

Now I know many of you are

feeling very self-conscious right now...

so I wanna start

breaking down those barriers.

Let's everybody

hold hands.

Good. And say, "Hi," to that new friend

standing next to you.

- Hi.

- Hello.

Hi, I'm Phil Dirt.

Smithford.

- L-

- Close your eyes.

And let's all hum.

Man, oh, man.

Oh, these guys on the day shift,

they're doin' it to us again.

You better get a uniform

and tranq g*n up here.

Well, she's much better off

here for the night than juvenile hall.

I just wish she would eat.

Come on, honey.

She's cute,

but sad, I think.

Something more

than just sadness.

Albert's connection

to her and the giant is very strong.

He told me of

some frightening images.

The giant may be from-

Oh, Celine, I hope not.

Do you think her parents

are Newcomer and human, Dad?

I'm not sure.

Cathy's not sure.

Making love to a human.

That could be somethin'.

Oh, is that why most

of your male friends are human?

You know, if you're considering having sex,

you should make sure they're properly educated.

- Otherwise you could hurt them.

- She ought to just stick to her own kind.

I think Matt should keep

his hands off of Cathy too.

Well, Buck, sometimes

I think you're jealous of Matt and Cathy.

No. L-I-It's just not right.

No, I think that class

they're taking is disgusting!

Love is a very powerful thing, Buck.

It can overcome all kinds of differences-

Even "specie-al. "

What happens to our species?

- That's a reasonable question.

- What do you mean?

Well, in the extreme-

I mean, if...

intermixing is projected

over several generations...

both humans and Newcomers could

evolve into a whole new species.

Yes! Tenctonese evolution

could be set back a thousand years.

There would be a whole new breed,

somewhere closer to the human race.

- Well, that's not necessarily true.

- It is!

You know the lowest form

always seeks its own kind.

That's mean! You know,

you're turning into a bigot.

- Better than a human wannabe.

- I am not!

That's Kevin...

who just happens to be human.

- Mm-hmm.

- You better not embarrass me, Buck.

- I'd watch her, if I were you.

- They're studying together.

- They're just friends.

- Today.

Oh, no, not at all. Come on in.

Oh, great.

You brought the Shakespeare.

I think you owe

your sister an apology.

Unlike some people, I'm not

gonna forget where I came from.

You mustn't.

There's a fine line between

pride and intolerance, Buck.

- I hope you won't ever cross it.

- I'm sure you'll let me know.

Well, as a matter of fact-

Your mother said you were very short

with Matt this morning.

- So?

- He's my good friend.

- He's our good friend.

- I'm allowed to have an opinion.

Of course. As long

as it isn't hurtful.

I'm sorry. He just

thinks he's such a stallion!

No freaks! No freaks!

No freaks! No freaks!

Stick to your own kind!

No freaks! No freaks!

No freaks! No freaks!

No freaks! No freaks!

George, I don't like the way she's looking

this morning. Her condition is deteriorating.

Yes, I know. Even Susan

couldn't get her to eat.

- I'm taking her to the hospital, out the back.

- No wonder they're out there.

Hey! You seen this?

Oh, hi, Cathy.

The kid and the giant

made the papers.

- But there's been no press conference.

- Gee, I wonder who told them?

This is unbelievable.

George! George!

You were right.

Dextra has a chopper. The logs don't show

anything, but I talked to the ground crew...

and the bird went up in the middle of the night

with Penn and Jones and came back at dawn.

What about the background

check on Tivoli?

- Classified. Highest security.

- That's odd.

- Try Bureau of Newcomer Affairs.

They have clearance. - Uh-uh.

They refused flat-out-

No reason.

- She should be with the giant.

- Talk about the odd couple.

They belong together.

I can feel it.

- What do you mean?

- I can't explain. It's- It's-

It's so strong,

their connection.

We'll give you an escort,

Doctor, some security at the hospital.

Captain, you shouldn't

have done this!

- Me? When I find out who leaked this-

- I'm wasting my time.

I'll need those findings

as soon as possible.

- If she's a hybrid.

- Of course she is.

Yeah.

Yes, sir. Um,

I'll find out who leaked it.

I'll put out a reward.

Albert.

Albert, what's wrong?

Yes, sir.

It's been decided

that, uh, perhaps...

now is not the right time

for a press conference.

I guess not.

- There'll be plenty of time after my tests-

- Forget the tests.

The giant and the child

are going into federal custody.

But social services

gave me custody.

- Uh- Uh, the child needs medical attention.

- Well, that'll be changed.

And under no circumstances are we to allow

the child and giant to be brought together.

Now is she still in-

Oh, no!

What the hell

is going on here? Let go!

- Let go! - Captain!

- Don't sh**t!

Let go! Let go!

He's gonna break loose!

We gotta tranq him!

It's just a dart.

Another dart, just in case.

We don't know. Get the chains on him.

Put more chains on him.

George? George,

what's the matter?

Chorboke.

Who's Chorboke?

The dark one.

Keeper of hell.

Chorboke, the Special Section-

Albert told me a little.

The worst instincts

of your race and mine.

From the basest of compulsions

sometimes comes the monster- Chorboke.

On the ship,

sl*ves just disappeared.

There were stories

of unspeakable experiments.

- You said Chorboke's dead.

- We were told he died in the crash.

- Could the giant have been part of the experiments?

- It's possible.

George, what I don't understand...

is how the giant is connected

to the little girl.

If he's the... father,

who the hell's the mother?

She's failing, George. Cardiac and respiratory

rates are up, blood pressure's down.

- Why?

- I don't know.

Her physiological status is unknown.

She's very difficult to evaluate.

Her arterial oxygen saturation is normal for

a Newcomer, but it would be fatal to a human.

Well, the giant is still out. I had blood

tissue and culture samples taken.

They're on the way over now.

What about Grazer?

- The hospital's gotten a court order. I've told them that they can't move her.

- Good.

Is it possible the giant

is the child's father?

Of course. I've already started

some D.N.A. Testing.

It's also possible the giant

was a patient of Chorboke.

Yes- particularly after the images

that Albert described.

And if he is the father, perhaps further

testing can help identify the mother.

It could.

Matt, are you still there?

- Uh, yeah.

- Could you pick me up at the hospital tonight for our class?

- I'm covered for a couple of hours.

- Uh, listen, Cathy.

You're gonna have to go on without me.

Um, it's the neck again. My- My back.

Um, you know, we had that tussle

with the big guy today?

I gotta go see

a chiropractor.

- Oh, Matt, I'm sorry.

- Yeah, uh, I'm- I'm- I'm disappointed too.

- You'll take notes, huh?

- Sure.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- You lied.

- My neck hurts.

You don't even have

a chiropractor.

Oh, George, I can't go back

to that class again.

All that touchy-feely

personal stuff.

They made me hold hands and hum.

Matt, you can't always

count on a cheap meal...

and intoxicating beverages

to substitute for foreplay.

Look. We're on company time here.

We've got murders to solve.

Tivoli's daughter came into town.

She said she'd meet us at Tivoli's estate.

- L.A.P.D. We're here to see Miss Tivoli.

- This way, please.

Detectives.

- Welcome.

- Miss Tivoli.

- You wear the robes of a penitent.

- Yes.

My mother's house is not my home.

I belong to a group in the north.

We try to help Newcomers who are having

difficulty assimilating into your society.

Please.

My mother overcame so much.

She accomplished so much.

- Were you close with her?

- Not particularly.

You've, uh,

given up a lot.

Miss Tivoli, do you know

what your mother did on the ship?

- Is this related to her death?

- We think her m*rder may involve a-

a survivor

from Special Section.

My mother's disease, her good work

here on Earth-

She tried

to give penance.

For what?

My mother should be remembered

for what she did here.

If you can forget what she was,

I may be able to help you.

Yes.

Aboard the ship

she was Kleezantsun.

An Overseer?

She worked

in Special Section.

- Her name was Vesant.

- Chorboke's second-in-command.

She believed that Chorboke's work

would advance our species-

would save us

from suffering and disease.

Later she wanted to create

a purely mental being-

a being free from the baser needs

of the body-

a mind and a soul free to learn,

to create, to explore.

Well, if the giant is an example of her

handiwork, I'd say she fell a little short.

Unfortunately she did.

You should investigate

a man named Roger Benson.

"Benson. "

I can't believe

I stood next to Vesant-

- Come on. Lighten up.

- Talked with her-

- You didn't know.

- I would have k*lled her myself.

- Would've, could've, should've. Someone

did, and it's our job to catch him.

"Classified"?

Why am I not surprised?

George, how the hell else could Vesant

have gotten a new identity, a good job-

Hey, Sikes, that was Zapeda.

She thought you'd like to know...

that some demonstrators are down at

the sex clinic, and they're getting nasty?

- We don't want you

mixing with our kind!

Come on!

No lowlife morons!

We wanna keep our race pure!

- Why are you bringing 'em out?

- b*mb threat. We have to.

Hey! Hey!

We wanna keep our race pure!

- Cathy, you all right?

- We didn't expect this.

- Come on.

- Wait a minute.

- Your neck. Your back!

- Cathy-

You're fine. You lied to me.

- Later.

- Come on. Tell me why you lied to me.

- No mixed couples!

- Come on, Cathy! Let's get out!

We wanna keep our race pure!

No half-breeds!

Look. Cathy, look.

Sex is something you do.

It isn't something you sit around and talk

about in front of a bunch of strangers.

Sex is the most natural form of expression

there is. Why are you so embarrassed by it?

Look, let's just try it my way.

Just one more time:

A little wine, a little sour milk,

some music.

We'll take it slow and easy.

All right, a lot of wine, a lot of sour milk.

- We don't need these other guys- - We need

to understand each other's bodies, Matt.

- Ignorance is not bliss!

- Well-

You better decide if you're willing

to make the same commitment to me...

that I am to you.

"Overseer w*r criminals

interrogated. "

C.I.A.

Benson.

- Francisco.

- Captain.

- We talked with Tivoli's daughter.

- Forget about Tivoli.

- You don't understand.

- No, you don't understand.

We're off the case. There is no case-

national security.

I've just been with the chief.

The feds are coming in the morning...

and you are to turn over all-

and I mean all- the paperwork.

They're gonna take Godzilla and the kid

as soon as they overturn that hospital order.

But it's our jurisdiction. I think

they're trying to cover up something.

Listen to me. They're not trying

to do anything. They're doing it.

Do you wanna be

a crossing guard, George?

Have the stuff ready

in the morning.

- You talked to Buck about his aklafluid release?

- Yes!

- And?

- He told me to mind my own business.

- You know, he's still grumbling

about that strange hybrid child.

- Think he's focused all his

resentment on Matt and Cathy.

- Where's the damn mustard?

- George-

I have one cup of coffee, and when

I need a little mustard for it, it's not-

Who does the shopping

around here anyway?

- Oh.

- You wanna talk about it?

Ah, I thought it was behind us-

Chorboke, the unthinkable.

Grazer won't let me pursue it. He's caving

in to somebody or- or something.

- Buck, when's your father's car due back?

- Your master cylinder's shot.

They're waitin' for the part.

Sorry. Look, I'm late for class.

I'll see you.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

- They can'tjust drop the case.

- Well, of course they can. They are.

- "National security," my a*s. It's

file-and-forget time. - I suspect so.

I found Benson in an old newspaper-

probably before they put the pot on.

"Lid on," George.

Benson was C.I.A., in charge of Overseer

scientists. No further references to him.

The government issued a report

about six months later.

All known surviving

Overseer w*r criminals...

charged and convicted by

human-Newcomer tribunal- life sentences.

No mention of Chorboke and his butchers

in, uh, Special Section?

No.

Officially, I guess

we haven't much choice. Unofficially-

Hey, guys. Seems to be a lot of streets

in this town called Prairie.

- Lookin' for the 9400 block.

- Yeah, uh-

Out.

- My partner- - What happens

to him- and to you eventually-

depends upon how well

you listen... and understand.

A good beginning.

You want to pay strict heed

to the orders of your superiors, Detective.

Despite your overwhelming urge

to investigate the Dextra homicides...

you should do...

nothing further.

The child

and her large companion...

will soon be the responsibility

of another authority.

You will get on

with your life, your work...

your wonderful family.

Your anger, your frustration

will, in time, pass.

You're a fine officer and, I suspect,

an excellent card player.

Surely you have an appreciation

of odds, probabilities-

"when to hold 'em and when to fold 'em,"

as we say around the poker table?

Susan's eighth-floor

corner office-

a bit small for her

growing responsibilities, by the way-

is a particularly

vulnerable location.

Buck- a passionate, lad-

is random, impulsive...

out... every day.

Emily-her routine is so predictable-

So full oflife and hope.

And little Vesna-

Who knows what wonders await

one so well nurtured?

It can be as simple to execute

as your appearance here...

as crude as a rocket launcher...

as insidious

as a master cylinder...

which is programmed

to detonate upon command.

You've made your point,

Mr. Benson.

"A man with sensibilities,

once his heart is touched...

"loses all traces of habit

to guide his actions...

and how can he follow a path

he's forgotten all about?"

Stendhal.

Sensible and well read.

I know you'll make

the right decision, Detective.

George?

George!

Come on, now.

Talk to me, man. George? Huh?

George?

You okay, man?

- Matt.

- We're all right.

You're all right, George.

We're both all right.

Oh, man.

Last thing I remember I was-

I was playing Mr. Auto Club,

then the lights went out.

We still got our g*ns.

The car isn't stripped.

I was taken away. L-

I- I don't know where.

A private home,

very expensive, I think.

No, there was a man-

Benson.

Benson, I think. He... told me

to drop case, forget everything I know.

Did he hurt you, George?

No. No.

But he made me afraid-

as afraid as I've ever been in my life...

as helpless

as I've ever felt.

He knows everything:

Susan and Buck and-

and Vesna and- and Emily,

where they go, what they do.

He-

He told me that if I didn't do what he said,

that they would be k*lled.

But Matt, if-

if I do what they want...

I might as well

give up my badge.

All this muscle from people

who know how to use it.

The other side, they're playin'

for big stakes, but George...

my guess is,

they're as scared as you are.

Matt, that won't keep

my family alive.

I assure you, Mr. Turner, the generals

will not be disappointed.

But OPSI L has been compromised.

Some of our people are very nervous.

Forgive me. I can sell this weapon

to anyone.

Look, we're-we're holding up our end.

Justice is picking up the giant.

There'll be no more police investigation,

believe me. No more press.

Then relax.

I've eliminated my problems.

The implosion weapon will surpass all

the other toys we've developed for you.

Francisco, this is Agent Felker,

Justice Department.

Here's the case files on Jones, Tivoli and Penn:

Lab reports, forensics...

- photographs, canvassing witnesses-

- Yeah, that's fine, Detective.

- We don't need an inventory.

- Trace evidence, personal property.

- And the weapon is in the- - Look,

I've already been to the evidence locker.

And I need your field notebook,

Sikes's too.

That's right, Rene, Code Five.

It's gotta be off the books.

Hell, I know

you hate retirement.

What about a snitch list,

Detective?

- Any police informants involved?

- No, sir.

That's right, Harry. I said, my partner. Good.

I knew I could count on you.

Hey, give Bernie a call at the sheriff's office,

will ya? The more the merrier.

You've been online

for some of this stuff.

These are the only copies.

The hard drive has been erased.

- I'll verify that.

- Thank you, Captain.

- Hey, Tina.

- Hmm. What's this?

Uh, Narcotics is shorthanded.

We got some crack house bust tonight.

Whew. Place must be

a damn fortress.

- Grenade launchers? sn*per scopes? Oh, man.

- Armor-piercing.

You're lucky.

I just got some in.

- Hard drive's clean.

- We'll take the giant into custody now, Captain.

- An armored car is on its way. - I think he

should be checked by Dr. Frankel. He seems-

That's all, Detective.

You can go.

Agnes? Matt Sikes. Isn't it about time

for another graduation? I thought so.

Listen, I was hoping you'd be up

for a little tactical exercise...

before you send 'em

into the field.

Great. I'll call back in an hour with details.

And believe me, I appreciate your help.

This looks like a very dangerous

assignment, Sergeant.

Only for

the wrong people, Albert.

The armored car is here.

- You guys don't want to carry these down?

- Certainly. Albert?

- Zapeda! Where's the damn giant?

- I don't know. I thought he was transferred to federal custody.

We were pulled from the case. The government

was coming for him, trying to get the child.

- Matt and I thought that-

- Matt doesn't think at all.

Listening to him could cost you your job

and put you in a jail cell.

Don't give up on him, Cathy.

I put everyone I hold dear in his hands.

- He has only one heart, George.

- Like the child.

She's not a child.

Her D.N.A. Was very peculiar,

so I ran a femur X-ray.

- She's a 30-year-old woman.

- What?

The girl is 30 years old.

Then she would have

been on the ship.

But what about

her development?

I ran a cell comp on both the child

and the giant.

- L-I reran the test. I couldn't believe it myself.

- What? Believe what?

They're twins, George-

identical twins.

- Well, they can't be twins, let alone identical.

- Look, genetically identical.

They are two halves

of the same organism.

Albert's visions. They must both be

from Special Section.

Chorboke's... work.

Tivoli's daughter said that they were

trying to create pure intellect.

Tivoli must have been

carrying on Chorboke's experiments...

trying to separate

one being into two.

The child must be the other half

ofTivoli's experiment.

The ultimate brain

and the ultimate sl*ve.

He didn't speak until

he was holding her hand yesterday.

She thinks for him, he moves for her-

each incomplete without the other.

And the tragedy is,

they're both failing.

They're dying, George.

I think it's because they're apart.

It's like Albert said.

They need each other.

They are each other.

They share the same soul.

I'm going to get him stabilized,

and then I am going to bring her here.

- I have got to get them together.

- Yes.

I've got to make sure

my family is safe.

Halt! Get-

It's okay. It's okay.

He's Detective Francisco.

Welcome home,

Detective.

Go around the back

and move the light back there.

- Hey, Dave, check the east window, huh?

- You got it.

Hey, Buck.

Thank you

for all this, Matt.

Ah, no big deal.

Everybody likes your dad.

You set it up. Any Tenctonese

can't count on a human that way.

He'd be there for them too. George is

a hell of a cop. That's all they see.

Maybe.

Buck, the other day-what'd I do wrong...

other than being human?

Well, that was it actually.

- Bein' a human?

- And hitting on Cathy.

Ah.

- Ready to bag a Newcomer, huh?

- Hey, I care about Cathy. Isn't just about sex. Honest.

- She's better than that.

- Yes, she is.

Do you understand

the consequences?

What do you mean?

If there is such thing

as a hybrid...

it could mean the extinction

of my species.

Matt-

That would be a great tragedy.

I would offer you some sour milk,

but I know you're on duty.

Cherboucha, huh?

Ah, if it 86'ed the terrible twos

and potty training, I'd go for it.

- In fact, I'd like to see my ex-husband in one-

permanently.

- Dad!

- Hello, sweetheart.

- Where's your mother?

- In the kitchen.

- Susan.

- Nemo.

I put you

and the children at such terrible risk.

Not so terrible, George.

Look around.

- I would die before I would let anyone hurt this family.

- George, we're all right.

But this man- this man

who made the threats- he's evil.

He protects Overseers.

George.

We might be two people,

but we share our souls.

Matt and I have to leave.

I know.

- E.R. Stat. He's unconscious.

- What happened?

- What happened?

- I don't know.

The child is missing.

What? b*mb squad? It says-

Fourth floor, first b*mb threat. Better activate

the elevator. Looks like we beat the truck.

- I didn't get a call.

- What's a good b*mb threat without a victim?

- We've got five minutes for search and deactivation.

- Dang.

Take the second car

on the left.

Matt!

Nice office. Wood paneling.

If this exec isn't online, I don't know who is.

"Vesant. Assistant medical

supervisor, Special Section.

- Status: Deceased. "

- When the ship crashed.

Yeah. Positive identification.

"Tivoli Adrian. sl*ve, 'L' Section.

Interrogated by C.I.A.

Status: Released

into general population 1993."

"Benson, Roger. C.I.A. Covert

operations, agent in charge.

"Newcomer investigation unit

for Overseer prosecution.

Status: Retired from agency 1993.

Reference OPSI L."

OPSI L?

Our little b*mb is due

to go off any minute now.

George, what about Dextra? Maybe they

haven't had enough time to bury it all.

Ah, that's it. We'll never find

Benson and the child.

E- mail, George.

Check the e-mail.

"B.N.A., Los Angeles

to Washington.

Requesting authorization for disposal

of documentation referencing Tivoli. "

Sent the day after

she was m*rder*d.

Maybe they haven't

shredded 'em yet.

Over here, George.

"Tivoli. "

Ah, just a small device.

- You probably didn't even hear it.

- It went off?

Minor damage,

a few file cabinets.

"OPSI L."

It means "Operation Silence"

and for good reason.

Your government wanted first call on

all Newcomer scientists, Overseers or not.

- Special Section or not.

- Overseers who should have gone to prison-

They were given death certificates,

new identities, backgrounds...

courtesy of Benson

and the C.I.A.

Then he drops out of sight for a while,

comes back, quits the C.I. A...

starts up his own private

management company...

and places Overseer scientists

in important jobs.

Well, why didn't the C.I.A.

Blow the whistle on him?

And admit they let these

w*r criminals get away?

Not to mention the fact that some of them

are probably still working for the government.

It's a hell of a conspiracy, George,

but with those files, we can put 'em all away.

Yes. But that won't help

the giant and the child.

Agnes, bring your girls

over here, please.

Can you turn those lights around so

they're facing the street not the house?

Okay, can we get the dogs

over here, please?

Cathy called. The child's been kidnapped,

George, and you and Sikes are in big trouble.

Grazer's on his way over here.

You've both been suspended.

- What about the house?

- Nobody's budgin' from here.

- Do you still have the flight logs on the, uh, Dextra chopper?

- Sure.

All right. Well, go back a year, um,

anytime Tivoli was a passenger.

Look for a place, probably,

um, out-of-the-way-

work it against F.A.A. Air traffic control

tapes covering those flights.

Zap, I need a location.

All right. Come on back.

Lookin' good.

Mr. Turner, generals, this tank will serve

as our simulated target.

What we're going to demonstrate tonight

is a multirange delivery system...

more powerful than

a neutron ballistics m*ssile.

We have the patents

and the technology to offer...

a wide range of advanced, first-strike

or quick-response systems...

far superior to the current Minotaur

and '80s programs.

But we're not here to sell slogans, just power.

Activate the systems, please.

Power up on quadrant four.

I'm very disappointed in Francisco.

Him, his family- do it now.

Do you think Tivoli kept

the giant and the child a secret?

Yes. And when they got away,

she was forced to tell.

Tivoli must have been

in a panic.

And Benson had her k*lled

to protect OPSI L.

And the rest of the Overseer scientists

he's got under contract somewhere.

But how many and where?

And what are they up to?

- Any better?

- No. Any word where the child might be?

Zapeda's working on it.

- Uh, Cathy? Cathy-

- Not now, Matt.

Please. I was wrong. Y-You gotta

give me a second chance.

- This is not the time to discuss this.

- I know. I know...

but I had to say it before I chickened out.

Cathy-

Yeah. Sikes.

Yeah, go, Zap.

Tivoli used the Dextra chopper

at least once a month.

She cleared the local

air force base each time.

- Landed once at Victorville for a repair.

- Okay. Western Mojave.

- Not much between Victorville and Twentynine Palms.

- They'd have to have power.

- Legitimate or a tap-in?

- Benson wouldn't risk a tap.

There are lines out of Barstow, um, running

clear up to, uh, Granite Mountains.

- Go for it.

- You got it.

Yeah, check this one rollin'up.

Hold it right there.

Hold it.

Are we lost?

- Zapeda, are you

listening to this man?

We want Francisco

and the giant.

They're not here. This is a private party.

You're gonna have to leave.

Call off that dog! Zapeda, you're gonna

be so fired it isn't funny.

Captain, I'm here

on my own time. We all are.

- Fine. I can get a search warrant.

- Get it. I'll give you a tour.

Oh, hey, listen.

You wanna take a pizza order?

Good dog. Good dog.

- I don't see a thing.

- There.

This is

a surprise party.

- There's the palace guard.

- We just gotta get through this fence.

Like that?

- Hey, wonder if I could take this

for a little test drive?

I love my job.

He seems to know

where he's going.

He's getting weaker.

He's got her.

George? George,

what's the matter?

- This air lock.

- It can't be.

I've got an unauthorized

entry into Complex 9.

I never thought I'd see this again.

- What are you talking about?

- This is a section of the sl*ve ship.

They told us none of this survived.

This is Special Section.

Oh, no.

Is she dead?

Now what?

Surround and search Complex 9.

There's not anything

I can do for her.

Come on. Let's get outta here.

Matt, they're coming.

- George, quick, the other way!

- Hurry!

I don't know where this leads.

No time to be choosy,

George. Go!

Keep moving.

You there, halt!

Get that door open!

Hurry up!

Come on!

- The commander ship's shuttle.

- I don't know where this will take us.

Still not fussy.

This is crazy, George. It's like we're

still on the ship. Those awful battles.

Space cannons- on Earth they'd be a hundred

times more dangerous than nuclear warheads.

- It's a firing order. Find a way out!

- George, wait!

- No, you don't!

- George, please!

Thousands of our people disappeared in

Special Section. You must save those two.

Come on!

Come on.

- Who is that?

- Can you believe that?

What happened here?

What's going on?

Systems report a malfunction.

- We have firing chamber disintegration.

- Everyone stay calm.

- Systems report irreversible

chain reaction in weapons core.

Evacuate immediately.

- Evacuate immediately.

- There seems to be some sort of sabotaging.

We'll have to do this another day.

Find out what went wrong.

I said find out what went wrong!

Come back here!

You, come back!

I want this weapon saved!

Systems report the core

is fully corrupted.

- Two minutes to failure and uncontrolled implosion.

- Benson!

You.

You did this.

Ninety seconds to failure.

You can't have two hearts.

Not if I was human.

Seventy-five seconds to failure.

Sixty seconds to failure.

It's too bad Vesant disobeyed orders

and didn't destroy her work.

She was my best surgeon-

as you've doubtless noticed...

by seeing my new face!

Chorboke!

- Benson served his purpose.

His likeness serves mine!

Thirty seconds to failure.

Matt, hurry!

- George, you all right?

- I'm all right. Go. Run!

Come on, George!

My neck! I can't move.

Twenty seconds to failure.

- Hurry up!

- Let's get out ofhere!

- Go!

- Come on. Hurry.

Ten, nine-

Eight, seven, six...

five, four, three,

two, one.

No!

It's completely gone. There-

There's nothin' left standing.

George.

- You can't take them back.

- We can clear him of theJones m*rder.

But after we blow the whistle on OPSI L,

who's gonna decide what to do with them?

The same people that allowed this

to happen in the first place.

There's nothin'out there

but wilderness.

See ya.

I don't give them

much of a chance.

The spirits of those who perished-

they give them a chance.

Debbie Degner

and Philip Dirt.

Debbie, there you go. Just great.

Oh, Debbie, wonderful.

Joseph Graham

and Walt Whitman!

Hey, thank you.

Cathy Frankel and Matthew Sikes.

Cathy, Matthew,

congratulations.

Oh, I'm so happy for you.

You are so beautiful.

Cathy, I love you.