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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
him)
Through the chest. Rupturing both
the primary and secondary hearts.
SYKES
(out the window)
Nice signal, dickwad!
Jetson is momentarily thrown by this outburst from Sykes.
Then...
JETSON
He was employed at the Northwest
Petroleum Refinery in Torrance. He
was manager of the Methane Facility.
He was also a principle partner in a
real estate venture to develop low-
cost housing for Newcomers.
Sykes grimaces at the mention of "Newcomer housing".
SYKES
Terrific. A real pillar of the
community.
(beat)
Was Hubley missing anything when
they found him? Was he ripped off?
JETSON
(checks file)
There was no wallet... but he was
still wearing a watch and two rings.
SYKES
The guys at the mini-mart last night
made a half-assed stab at the money
in the till -- but I don't think
that's what they were there for. I
think we got us a couple'a
executions on our hands, George...
JETSON
The murder at the mini-mart is not
our case. The Captain said--
Sykes looks over at Jetson, pissed.
SYKES
Look, you want to fit in here,
right? You want to learn how to get
along?
JETSON
Yes.
SYKES
Well, there's a thing about
partners, about being somebody's
partner. You do for each other.
And other people's rules don't mean
shit. It's the rules set up between
the two of you, that's all that
counts. Understand?
(Jetson nods)
Okay. Well, my friend and partner
was shot last night and I'm after
the shitbag that did it. As my
partner, I'm asking you to respect
me and help me find him.
Jetson considers this several moments, then--
JETSON
And as my partner, I ask you to
respect me and my desire not to
break with procedure.
Sykes stares at him, exasperated. Without warning, he
slams the car to a stop right in the middle of heavy
traffic, puts it in "Park." Jetson, who is already a
little too close to the dashboard, bangs up against it.
HORNS instantly go crazy behind them.
JETSON
What is wrong?
SYKES
(very calm)
Nothing's wrong. I just want to get
something straight. You agree that
there's a good chance these two
shootings are somehow related,
right?
YELLING joins the HORNS outside. Jetson is visibly
unsettled by the chaos.
JETSON
Well... yes, quite possibly.
SYKES
Possibly. Good. Well, would you be
willing to accept the theory,
George, that... possibly... by
examining the evidence from one case
we might shed some small ray of
light on the other? Does that sound
unreasonable to you?
JETSON
Yes... no, it is not unreasonable.
Although I--
SYKES
Great.
(a relieved sigh)
Well, I'm sure glad that's settled,
aren't you?
And with that he puts the car in gear and pulls rapidly
out.
SYKES
I think we're really starting to
click now, George -- hmmm?
Jetson doesn't know what to think -- he just holds on.
CUT TO:
INT. HALLWAY - L.A. COUNTY MORGUE - DAY
WINTER, a deputy Medical Examiner (human), is leading
Sykes and Jetson along the hall. He reads on the fly from
a case file in his hand.
WINTER
You know I've been over all this
with Fedorchuk and Alterez this
morning...
SYKES
Come on. You got nothin' better to
