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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
Hagler. He crosses straight to Fedorchuk's desk.
SYKES
So what've you got on Tuggle's
killers?
FEDORCHUK
Jesus, Sykes -- it's been less than
ten hours. Me and Alterez are on
it, okay?
SYKES
You don't have squat.
FEDORCHUK
You ever try to make a case in
Slagtown? The list of Newcomer
informants is about as long as the
list of Mexican war heroes...
ALTEREZ
Up yours.
FEDORCHUK
... Nobody talks to nobody down
there. Half of them don't speak
English and the other half only when
it suits them. It's gonna take some
time.
SYKES
Yeah, I know it's gonna take time.
Like until the Ice Capades opens in
Hell, with you two on it.
Across the room, the Captain's door BANGS open and CAPTAIN
WARNER pounds out, his deep voice booming through the
squad room.
WARNER
Nobody wanders off! I got an
announcement. Get your asses back
in here.
Two detectives on their way out, stop, and head back into
the room. Everybody gathers around, curious, as Warner
stands holding a sheet of paper.
WARNER
I'll make this short. This is a
directive from Chief Evaner, who is
acting on orders from the Mayor, who
is under mandate from the Federal
Bureau of Newcomer Relations. As of
nine o'clock this morning, one
Newcomer uniform officer has been
promoted to the rank of Detective,
third grade.
The detectives GROAN... some angrier ones grumble, "This
is bullshit!", etc.
WARNER
And we've got him, gentleman.
(more groans)
Volunteers for duty with the new
detective should see me in my
office... otherwise I will choose a
volunteer myself. That is all.
He turns and heads back to his office in the wake of
continued grumbling from the detectives. Sykes, standing
to one side, absently watches Warner return to his glass-
walled office. Waiting inside are a balding man and an
alien in a grey suit. Sykes reacts. The alien in the
suit is Jetson.
The grumbling continues around him as Sykes considers
something.
FEDORCHUK
Unbelievable bullshit.
ALTEREZ
How long has this Slag been on the
force? A year, max -- right?
DETECTIVE
I don't know about the rest of you,
but I sure as hell ain't gonna sit
still for this. I'm calling the
union, pronto.
Others grumble. "Yeah!". Meanwhile, Sykes has decided
something. He heads toward Warner's office. Fedorchuk
sees this.
FEDORCHUK
Where the hell is he going?
INT. WARNER'S OFFICE - DAY
Sykes KNOCKS and enters.
WARNER
Yeah, Sykes?
SYKES
Captain. I'd like to volunteer for
duty with the new detective.
Warner is surprised. He never expected Sykes.
WARNER
... All right. Detective Sergeant
Sykes, this is Detective... Jetson.
JETSON
We have met.
Warner looks up, clocking this. He looks at Sykes,
starting to smell something fishy.
The balding man, GOLDRUP, rises to shake their hands.
GOLDRUP
Victor Goldrup, Mayor's office.
Congratulations, gentlemen.
Warner is starting to suspect what Sykes is up to.
WARNER
(to Sykes)
You are to have nothing to do with
the investigation into Bill Tuggle's
death. You know that. Leave that
for Fedorchuk.
SYKES
(nodding)
Departmental policy.
WARNER
(to Jetson)
You?
JETSON
