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We were chasing you because you ran, you dumb sonofabitch.
When will Strader return?
I believe he is probably lying.
Through his ass. Next time you see him, tell him to call me... unless you want us to keep coming back on you like a bad case of herpes.
So, she keeps you on a pretty short leash, does she?
My wife? She worries about me.
Yeah... I know the routine.
You are married?
Was. Divorced.
We mate for life. Divorce... is a strange concept to us.
It's like having an eleventh finger removed. It hurts like hell, but you never really needed the damn thing in the first place.
Your home is quite disordered. I thought perhaps you had been burglarized when I walked in.
I appreciate your honesty, George.
Human children can be very beautiful. Getting married? Congratulations. You will be taking Sunday off, then...
Maybe not... I don't know. I'm not sure I'm gonna go. She doesn't need her burnout of a father there...
... and so, and so the doctor says, "If this is the thermometer, then where'd I leave the pen?" You're not... you don't think that's funny? George, work with me, I always get a laugh with that one. Look, if the doctor's got the thermometer in his hand, then where's his pen gotta be?
In the other man's rectum.
Sticking out of his ass... yeah! See, that's what makes it a joke. There's like a surprise, and your mind fills in the funny picture. Here's this guy with a pen stuck in his ass and he thinks it's a thermometer. Nada, huh?
Your health...
Ta ss'trakyona'...
There is so much our two peoples don't understand about each other.
No shit, Holmes. You're only from another goddamn planet, for chrissakes.
You humans are very curious to us. You invite us to live among you, in an atmosphere of equality we've never known before. You lay before us a beautiful green world, full of freedoms and opportunities... You give us ownership of our lives for the first time... and you ask no more of us than you do of yourselves: to live by the rules... rules that aren't made to keep one people subordinate to another, but rules that exist to preserve equality. You aspire to very high ideals here.
I hope you can understand how special your world is... how unique a people you humans are. So it us all the more painful and confusing to us that so few of you seem capable of living up the the ideals you set for yourselves.
Don't count on me, George. I never had any ideals.
I'm going home.
Yeah, go home. Get some sleep. You do sleep, don't you?
Where'd you get this?!!
A man, a human, was wiring it to your car. I didn't get a good look at him. I must call my wife...
She's going to divorce me.
George, she's not gonna divorce you. You mate for life, remember?
She's very progressive. I'm certain she's considering it.
Well, let's roll, George.
To the... to the beach?
Come on, let's go, dude. Surf's up!
Stop the car.
Why?
Please, I must get out here.
Come on, you won't have to get near the water.
Stop the car!
It's all right, George. It's cool. Just wait here, all right? I'll be back in a coupla minutes.
Thank you.
What was that about?
Nothing.
... So we've got three guys dead. All Newcomers, all killed the same way execution style.
Warren Hubley was in middle management at a refinery... Joshua Strader operated a successful bar and nightclub...
... and Porter ran a piece of shit momandpop minimart. So what the hell's the connection?
What's this nothing shit? It wasn't nothing yesterday when you asked Bentner to run that test and he looked like he was about to shit peach pits, and it's not nothing now. Don't lie to me, George, you're bad at it.
You must leave me alone on this.
No secrets, goddammit! You don't hold back from me. Whatever is going on, you're gonna tell me now!
No. I cannot involve you. This is not your concern.
The hell it isn't, when somebody wires up enough C4 explosive to my car to turn me into pink mist! That Slag was on something, and not sour milk, either? Am I right? TELL ME! What is it?
... It is called ss'jabroka'. To us it is a potent narcotic.
How potent?
Like your cocaine, I suppose. The "high" lasts several hours. We would receive small amounts of it... as a reward for our labor.
We? You've taken it?
We all did.
Where did he get it? Was there any of it on the ship?
No... I am sure not. That is why I am so concerned... someone must now be producing it here. But none of my people know how to make it. The process was carefully guarded.
Jesus, this is major. Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why'd you hold out on me?
Your people don't know about this part of out past. And they can't know It would threaten our entire existence here.
George... look me in the eye... George, you don't ever lie to me again.
I must trust you, Matthew. I cannot stop this without you.
They had months in quarantine to develop the plan. Porter, with his chemistry background, must have somehow come up with the formula for the drug. Hubley manufactured it at the refinery. Strader, through the nightclub, established a distribution network. And Harcourt
Harcourt was the brain who brought it all together.
Okay, George we gotta play this real smart.
If the drug is here, we must destroy it.
No, George you're missing the point. The drug is evidence. We need to have the evidence, ya know?
Uh, George...
Where is the drug? Where have they taken it?
George, uh... you're gonna break his little chest bones...
Stay out of this, Matthew. Tell me where the drug has been taken or I will crush your lungs against this wall.
George, c'mon lighten up. It's a beauty of a case. Don't sweat it we got him by the short hairs. He ain't gonna make any more of the shit.
The fifty kilos, Matthew. I have to find it. I can't let it get out on the street.
Why? What's the big goddamn deal?
SYKES +++$+++
Fuck procedure.
Shit!
Ssai!
With Harcourt and Kipling dead, I assume you will be requesting reassignment now.
It'd be for your own good. I think you'd be better off with a partner who's a little more... by the book. ... Still, I gotta tell you, George, for a quiet guy, you're sure hell on wheels once you get going. I'd kinda hate to miss your next two days as a detective.
What's this about, George? I know that look.
There! Go back. Down that side street.
No! We must do this alone.
Do what?! George ?!
What is this?!
... It's Harcourt.
Harcourt is dead.
No he's not. Not if he overdosed on the drug. Massive amounts trigger a... a change. Your body functions seize up, you appear to be dead, but it's really a state of incubation. When you emerge you're...
Tell me about it...
I never thought I'd say this, but for once in my life I think I'm willing to wait for backup.
We can't let him get away.
Why the hell are you so dead set against backup?
Because... because of what will happen if humans see what we are capable of becoming.
But there's no more drug.
You understand that. But how many others will?
How do I look?
You look very good.
That cop, the human, he was the one who killed Anderson and the driver.
This is becoming a serious breach of security.

We were chasing you because you ran, you dumb sonofabitch.

When will Strader return?

I believe he is probably lying.

Through his ass. Next time you see him, tell him to call me... unless you want us to keep coming back on you like a bad case of herpes.

So, she keeps you on a pretty short leash, does she?

My wife? She worries about me.

Yeah... I know the routine.

You are married?

Was. Divorced.

We mate for life. Divorce... is a strange concept to us.

It's like having an eleventh finger removed. It hurts like hell, but you never really needed the damn thing in the first place.

Your home is quite disordered. I thought perhaps you had been burglarized when I walked in.

I appreciate your honesty, George.

Human children can be very beautiful. Getting married? Congratulations. You will be taking Sunday off, then...

Maybe not... I don't know. I'm not sure I'm gonna go. She doesn't need her burnout of a father there...

... and so, and so the doctor says, "If this is the thermometer, then where'd I leave the pen?" You're not... you don't think that's funny? George, work with me, I always get a laugh with that one. Look, if the doctor's got the thermometer in his hand, then where's his pen gotta be?

In the other man's rectum.

Sticking out of his ass... yeah! See, that's what makes it a joke. There's like a surprise, and your mind fills in the funny picture. Here's this guy with a pen stuck in his ass and he thinks it's a thermometer. Nada, huh?

Your health...

Ta ss'trakyona'...

There is so much our two peoples don't understand about each other.

No shit, Holmes. You're only from another goddamn planet, for chrissakes.

You humans are very curious to us. You invite us to live among you, in an atmosphere of equality we've never known before. You lay before us a beautiful green world, full of freedoms and opportunities... You give us ownership of our lives for the first time... and you ask no more of us than you do of yourselves: to live by the rules... rules that aren't made to keep one people subordinate to another, but rules that exist to preserve equality. You aspire to very high ideals here.

I hope you can understand how special your world is... how unique a people you humans are. So it us all the more painful and confusing to us that so few of you seem capable of living up the the ideals you set for yourselves.

Don't count on me, George. I never had any ideals.

I'm going home.

Yeah, go home. Get some sleep. You do sleep, don't you?

Where'd you get this?!!

A man, a human, was wiring it to your car. I didn't get a good look at him. I must call my wife...

She's going to divorce me.

George, she's not gonna divorce you. You mate for life, remember?

She's very progressive. I'm certain she's considering it.

Well, let's roll, George.

To the... to the beach?

Come on, let's go, dude. Surf's up!

Stop the car.

Why?

Please, I must get out here.

Come on, you won't have to get near the water.

Stop the car!

It's all right, George. It's cool. Just wait here, all right? I'll be back in a coupla minutes.

Thank you.

What was that about?

Nothing.

... So we've got three guys dead. All Newcomers, all killed the same way execution style.

Warren Hubley was in middle management at a refinery... Joshua Strader operated a successful bar and nightclub...

... and Porter ran a piece of shit momandpop minimart. So what the hell's the connection?

What's this nothing shit? It wasn't nothing yesterday when you asked Bentner to run that test and he looked like he was about to shit peach pits, and it's not nothing now. Don't lie to me, George, you're bad at it.

You must leave me alone on this.

No secrets, goddammit! You don't hold back from me. Whatever is going on, you're gonna tell me now!

No. I cannot involve you. This is not your concern.

The hell it isn't, when somebody wires up enough C4 explosive to my car to turn me into pink mist! That Slag was on something, and not sour milk, either? Am I right? TELL ME! What is it?

... It is called ss'jabroka'. To us it is a potent narcotic.

How potent?

Like your cocaine, I suppose. The "high" lasts several hours. We would receive small amounts of it... as a reward for our labor.

We? You've taken it?

We all did.

Where did he get it? Was there any of it on the ship?

No... I am sure not. That is why I am so concerned... someone must now be producing it here. But none of my people know how to make it. The process was carefully guarded.

Jesus, this is major. Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why'd you hold out on me?

Your people don't know about this part of out past. And they can't know It would threaten our entire existence here.

George... look me in the eye... George, you don't ever lie to me again.

I must trust you, Matthew. I cannot stop this without you.

They had months in quarantine to develop the plan. Porter, with his chemistry background, must have somehow come up with the formula for the drug. Hubley manufactured it at the refinery. Strader, through the nightclub, established a distribution network. And Harcourt

Harcourt was the brain who brought it all together.

Okay, George we gotta play this real smart.

If the drug is here, we must destroy it.

No, George you're missing the point. The drug is evidence. We need to have the evidence, ya know?

Uh, George...

Where is the drug? Where have they taken it?

George, uh... you're gonna break his little chest bones...

Stay out of this, Matthew. Tell me where the drug has been taken or I will crush your lungs against this wall.

George, c'mon lighten up. It's a beauty of a case. Don't sweat it we got him by the short hairs. He ain't gonna make any more of the shit.

The fifty kilos, Matthew. I have to find it. I can't let it get out on the street.

Why? What's the big goddamn deal?

SYKES +++$+++

Fuck procedure.

Shit!

Ssai!

With Harcourt and Kipling dead, I assume you will be requesting reassignment now.

It'd be for your own good. I think you'd be better off with a partner who's a little more... by the book. ... Still, I gotta tell you, George, for a quiet guy, you're sure hell on wheels once you get going. I'd kinda hate to miss your next two days as a detective.

What's this about, George? I know that look.

There! Go back. Down that side street.

No! We must do this alone.

Do what?! George ?!

What is this?!

... It's Harcourt.

Harcourt is dead.

No he's not. Not if he overdosed on the drug. Massive amounts trigger a... a change. Your body functions seize up, you appear to be dead, but it's really a state of incubation. When you emerge you're...

Tell me about it...

I never thought I'd say this, but for once in my life I think I'm willing to wait for backup.

We can't let him get away.

Why the hell are you so dead set against backup?

Because... because of what will happen if humans see what we are capable of becoming.

But there's no more drug.

You understand that. But how many others will?

How do I look?

You look very good.

That cop, the human, he was the one who killed Anderson and the driver.

This is becoming a serious breach of security.