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ALIEN NATION Original Screenplay by Rockne S. OBannon Rewrite by James Cameron October 1987FADE IN:EXT. MOJAVE DESERT - DAY (TELEVISION IMAGE)A LONG LENS SHOT of a far distant metallic object hoveringjust above the ground -- maybe two or three miles away.The heat waves and the light re
INT. AUTOPSY ROOM - DAY
They enter briskly through a swinging door. They move
among the tables (some occupied, some not) during:
WINTER
Yeah, right. Don't push your luck.
Anyway, according to the sheet, the
guy you nailed outside by the car--
SYKES
The human?
WINTER
Yeah... he was one Martin Helder.
White male, twenty-seven. Let's
see... wrap sheet shows one armed
robbery conviction, a couple for
sale of a controlled substance.
Oh yeah, and he was wired on coke
when you stopped his clock.
They have reached a table holding a covered body. Winter
unceremoniously throws back the cover. There lies the
pale naked body of the Raincoat alien.
JETSON
Have you identified this one?
WINTER
So far he's a John Doe. Or a Sam
Slag, if you like.
Jetson smiles slightly out of politeness.
WINTER
No I.D. on him and -- well, you
know, no fingerprints -- so it could
be tough. Your buddies this morning
went through the mug book but
couldn't make a facial match.
SYKES
Fedorchuk couldn't find his ass with
his hands in his back pockets.
Jetson nonchalantly looks over the alien body while Winter
and Sykes continue talking off to one side.
WINTER
(referring to
Raincoat alien)
You took this gut out, too, didn't
you?
SYKES
Yeah.
WINTER
Lucky for you, you got him in both
of his... well, what we loosely
refer to as... hearts.
SYKES
Lucky nothing. I had to empty my
damn gun into him.
WINTER
That's the way these people are.
You don't hit both pumps you just
piss them off.
During this, Jetson has turned the dead alien's hand over
-- sees something that brings a frown of curiosity to his
face. He leans closer, examining the palm carefully.
Then he peels back the alien's upper lip.
Jetson frowns anew, with concern this time. He looks
around, spots a Newcomer lab assistant nearby -- BENTNER.
Jetson motions him over. Jetson begins questioning him
using the alien language. Sykes and Winter nearby, remain
oblivious.
WINTER
Oh, here's an extra headshot if you
need one.
(hands Sykes a
polariod of dead
alien's face)
We're just about to start cutting
in. You're welcome to stick around
if you want. It's really
fascinating stuff.
SYKES
Yeah, I'll bet.
Sykes looks over, now noticing Jetson and Bentner in
earnest conversation. He only catches snatches of the
alien language. Bentner appears very unsettled by what
Jetson is telling him. In response to Jetson's final
statement, Bentner nods -- as if agreeing to do something
Jetson has requested. Sykes goes over to Jetson.
SYKES
What's this? What's going on?
JETSON
Nothing.
SYKES
(really suspicious
now)
Nothing?
JETSON
(looking away)
Shouldn't we examine their personal
effects?
Jetson moves off, leaving Sykes there wondering.
CUT TO:
INT. PROPERTY ROOM - COUNTY MORGUE - DAY
Two large plastic packets are dumped of their contents
onto a formica counter. Sykes looks through the dead
alien's effects while Jetson goes through the human's.
ORTIZ, the college girl working the property counter, sits
nearby doing homework.
Jetson holds up a little foil packet with a puzzled frown.
JETSON
What is this?
SYKES
(looks, then)
A rubber. A condom. You know...
Coney Island whitefish?
