All language subtitles for Alien Nation - The Enemy Within (Kenneth Johnson, 1996).english

Oh! It's an Eeno.

- Oh! It's an Eeno.
- Eeno.

Eeno!

Filthy Eeno.

Get away from us.

Just get away from us.

Get off me, you filthy Eeno.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Call 911!

Call 911! Do something!
Get some help, for God's sake!

You'll be all-It'll be all right.
I'm so sorry.

Don't stand there.
Call 911!

What's her problem? It's only a Eeno.

Oh, God.
Don't-Don't try to move.

It'll be all right. It'll be...

My God. My God.
What's the matter with you people?

She's dead!

She's-She's dead!
Why-Why didn't you help her?

God. Why didn't you help her?

Why didn't you help her?

Why?

That was the scene in California's
Mojave Desert eight years ago

our historic first view
of the Newcomer ship.

Theirs was a slave ship carrying
a quarter of a million beings...

bred to adapt, evolve
and labor in any environment.

These Newcomers are physically
stronger than human beings...

with keener senses and two hearts.

With no way to leave Earth,
the Tenctonese Newcomers...

have become the latest addition
to the population of Los Angeles.

It's not too bad. You're lucky
you didn't get salt water in your eyes.

Well, if we weren't so
underfunded and understaffed...

I could have called
for human backup.

So tell me, Morris.
She, uh, starting to kick yet?

I think she's doing cartwheels.

How long has it been
since the pod transfer? Five weeks?

Just three.
Really? Oh, well, you're so big.

Hey, Morris, George.
What happened?

Oh, George walked into a 594. Perp pulled
a squirt gun and shot him with salt water.

Ow.

Do you know what I miss
most about being pregnant?

It's that special appreciation
you suddenly feel for your body.

You never look at your genitalia
in the same way.

I really don't wanna
think about it, George.

Yes. What once was just
an object of sexual gratification...

now supports and nourishes new life.
Yeah.

Wonderful.

Oh. I have a few paternity shirts
left over from my last pregnancy.

I'll bring them by tomorrow.

Beats me, George. You guys got
all this advanced technology...

you still can't figure
a way around pregnancy.

What do you mean?
Well, after the woman pops the pod out...

why don't you just cook the kid
in a test tube the rest of the way?

And deprive ourselves of
life's greatest pleasures?

You know, Matt,
sometimes I don't understand you.

Decorating your desk?

No, it's for Cathy.
She's movin' in today.

Cathy's moving into your apartment?
Mm-hmm. So what?

Well, normally the male moves into
the female's chuchlach-nest.

Welcome to Earth, George. It's either
my chuchlach or no chuchlach.

You couldn't find her one
with a few more leaves?

It had plenty of leaves. I just
forgot it in my trunk for a few days.

This should fix it up.

George! George, Albert and I
need to talk to you.

We have decided to have a child.

Oh! Oh, that's wonderful.

Seeing Morris Code pregnant.

It made him realize
how much he wants a baby.

I know binnaums don't usually
choose to parent...

but I feel it would bring us
so much closer.

Of course.

We want you to serve as
gannaum and fertilize May.

Me?
Yes.

Oh, Albert, May.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What?

You fertilize May?

Well, as a binnaum,
Albert is physiologically

incapable of fertilizing May.

He can only catalyze her. In order
to conceive, she needs a gannaum.

Albert was binnaum
for your children...

and you will be gannaum for ours.

It's so beautiful.
Oh, Albert, May.

It's a great honor.
Thank you.

Oh, boy. Three to tango.

Albert.

I'll need a new robe
for the ceremony.

You know, studly, uh, you might wanna
run this past the misses first.

Why?

Well, most wives aren't
particularly thrilled...

when their hubbies
have sex with other women.

Well, we may be on Earth,
but we are Tenctonese.

We're not given to
petty human jealousy.

Susan will be elated...
as proud as a teapot.

"Peacock." And I doubt it.

Sikes, Francisco, sorry to intrude on your
morning reverie. This 245 just came in.

Hey, Bri, when are we gonna
get those new computers?

We sent in the requisition
six months ago.

Sikes, in case you haven't noticed,
this department's broke.

And besides, little boys
have to earn their toys.

Hey, little man. How are you...

Get to work.

Human witnesses report
that the victim's pleas for help...

were ignored by Newcomer bystanders.

Strange.
Sounds like L.A. To me.

Well, I just meant that by and large,
Newcomers tend to be good "Samericans."

"Samaritans."
Oh, that too.

She looks about 16. No ID.

An Eeno.
A what?

I don't want to have
anything to do with this.

What are you talking about?

It's a waste of time. Eenos. They have no
respect for life. They are dechoch-savages.

Eenos? What's an Eeno?
Just take it from me.

These creatures are not
worth a second of our time.

Creatures? Is this my partner talking?
Defender of the oppressed?

If I said something like that,
you'd be stomping me with your self-right.

I don't wanna get into this with you.
They shouldn't even be out on the street.

No Tenctonese should
have to look at an Eeno.

George, she is Tenctonese.
Oh, hardly.

Just look at those spots. Well, they're
practically gray, and so ill-defined.

You're kidding, right?
Well, I don't expect you to understand.

To humans, we all look alike.
But we are not.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Listen. I don't know what bug flew up
your colon, but we're cops, George.

And that girl, whatever you
wanna call her, is dead.

We're gonna find out why.

May I bring you something to drink?
A glass of chardonnay for me.

What sour milks do you have
by the glass?

Our house California Guernsey
or a very nice Wisconsin Jersey.

I'll have the Jersey.

Our specials today for
humans, a fresh Dover

sole lightly sautéed
in a meunière sauce.

And for Newcomers, we have...

Faux tournedos of beef
made from pressed eggplant.

Sour milk? For lunch?

I need a drink.
Can't be a bad hair day, so what is it?

I'm not getting
the senior vice presidency. Rosa is.

And she should.
She's got great ideas... better than mine.

Rosa was just in the right place
at the right time. And come on.

You promised you were gonna stop
with all this negative self-image buchois.

It's not... "buchois."

I just feel like... What's the expression?

An old screw.
Shoe.

Whatever. Even my husband's
bored with me.

George? You mean
you two aren't...

Oh, we're having sex,
if you can call it that.

It's just... so dull
and unimaginative.

George seems to have
forgotten that there's

more to lovemaking than
the zechcha position.

The what?

It's-It's our equivalent
to your, um, masonry position.

Except of course, the male has
his right ankle under the female's chin.

Of course.

And then he's asleep
two minutes after we're done.

I'm obviously
not attractive to him anymore.

Here you are, ladies.

Susan, you're an alarmist.

So your sex isn't setting off
the smoke detector.

It's not like George
is playing around or anything.

Playing around?
Uh, I'm sure he wouldn't.

Girl, you're gonna have to
pull yourself out of this funk.

You are a talented,
beautiful female.

You're worrying for nothing.

And, uh, you'll get
that final report within an hour..

Hi, Cathy. Thanks for coming.
Oh, this is gonna put me behind.

I don't know if I can get all my things
moved into your place tonight.

That's okay.

Ah. Matt, George, this
is my assistant, Daniel.

Hi.
Hi.

Yeah, the regular ME booked. Gave me
some crap about some personal emergency.

Oh.

Seems my Newcomer colleagues are
a little hinky about this case.

The victim is an Eeno.
Oh.

I'm sorry you had to be
subjected to this.

That's all right.
You know, George...

I'm starting to think that under that alien
skin there beats the two hearts of a bigot.

- That's ridiculous.
- "Eenos are savages"?

"No one should
have to look at an Eeno"?

Doesn't that sound like
bigotry to you?

Matt, bigotry is an unfounded,
irrational bias.

Any negative feeling I have toward Eenos
comes from direct experience.

Oh, yeah? What kind of
direct experience?

Maybe we should just
get on with the autopsy.

No, no, no, no. I-I wanna hear
about this direct experience.

What? One of those Eenos came over to clean
the pool and left some leaves in the drain?

We're wasting time.
Let's get this over with.

Like I said... bigot.

The deceased was shot
with a tranquilizing dart...

but the cause of death was most likely
trauma from the impact of the car.

I'll have to take a tissue sample.

Did you know she was pregnant?
No.

About nine weeks.

She was very close to vedoch. That's
the transference of the pod to the male.

All right, let's set up.
I'll start the internal exam now.

They didn't really have a choice.

Their failure put us all at risk.

Yes. But do we have to do... this?

As an example to the others.

Following the standard postmortem
procedure for a pregnant Newcomer female...

I'm going to make
a Bonhoeffer-modified "Y" incision.

The template, please.

Tissue necrosis consistent
with sudden trauma.

Droonal flange engorged as expected.

I'm incising the uterus now.

Atypical odor inconsistent
with this state of decomposition...

Daniel?

Daniel?

Daniel.

Matt, stay back. Keep everybody back.
George, seal the door.

What happened?

He's dead.

The fumes, clearly lethal to humans...
whatever they are...

came from her amniotic fluid.

Have you ever seen
anything like this before?

Never.

Eenos. Doesn't surprise me.

George, it couldn't have
anything to do with that.

With what?

Come on, guys.
Let me in on this.

This is a police investigation.
What's the story with these Eenos?

Cathy?

On the ship they performed
the lowest tasks.

They were responsible for
disposing of all the refuse...

garbage, bodily wastes,
biological hazards, corpses.

Yeah? So?

They had to feed
themselves from the waste.

Sometimes when there was nothing else,
they were forced to eat the dead.

They were cannibals, Matt. Cannibals.

That's why you've never
heard of the Eenos. They're our shame.

Well, okay.
They were slaves, weren't they?

They didn't exactly
have a lot of choice.

Sometimes death
is the preferable choice.

I'll be sure and remember that,
Your Holiness.

I don't care what
she had for breakfast.

She still shouldn't
be lethal, should she?

No. I'll have to arrange special
precautions to continue the autopsy.

Buck, dinner!

Can I have a glass of sour milk?
You are too young for milk.

Have a beer, honey.
Beer's for little kids.

Oh, Emily, we need to get you excused
from school for father-daughter day.

Remind me to write you a note.

How was the job interview?
About 500 guys showed up.

I didn't fill out an application.

If you don't fill out an application, Buck,
you won't even have a chance.

Mom, you really think
I wanna stuff tacos for a living?

Well, what do you want to do?

I don't know. Be an
architect or record producer.

An architect or a record producer?

Can we talk about something else?

Well, actually, I have
an announcement to make.

Albert and May
have decided to have a baby.

Cool.
Really?

I didn't think binnaums had babies.

Since they are catalyzers
for procreation...

they have traditionally
led monastic lives.

But new planet, new customs.

All Albert needs is a gannaum
to fertilize May.

And since Albert catalyzed you...

guess which gannaum they have
asked to fertilize May.

Dad? You?
Wow.

That's great!

George, wait. You're
gonna have sex with May?

No duh, Mom. How else?

Why didn't they ask me? I mean, I'm young
and my aklafluid's got a much higher count.

Your aklafluid
hasn't helped you get a job.

George, you're not serious about this.
Course I am.

And you didn't think to consult me?
No. Why?

Well, in order to fertilize May, you're
gonna have to conserve your aklafluid...

which means you won't be able
to have sex with me for a month.

Well, I-I realize
that it is a-a sacrifice.

Well, now that
you've brought it up...

the kind of sex we've been having lately,
I'll probably not even notice a difference.

What do you mean, Mom?
All we ever do is the zechcha position.

That's all? Not even putlach?

Oh, putlach is too rough on my shins.

Besides, we get to bed
so late, I'm... tired.

Well, you won't have to worry
about that now, will you?

You've found the perfect excuse
to skip the whole thing.

Susan, I don't understand.
I thought you'd be delighted.

Really? My husband says he's not
gonna have sex with me for a month...

so he can copulate
with another female...

and I'm supposed to be delighted.

You sound like
a jealous human woman.

Dad...
It's okay, Buck.

I obviously don't meet your father's
sexual needs. Maybe somebody else can.

Well, that's the last of 'em.

Oh, thanks. I-I put your cups
in the back of the cupboard.

Mine weren't so cracked and chipped.
I-I hope that's okay.

Oh, sure. Good idea.

Oh, you already have one of these.

Well, I-I guess I can just give
mine to the Salvation Navy.

Okay.

You know, this is was the
first thing I bought

for myself when I got
my own apartment.

So, look at us.

- Here we are...
- living together.

Livin' together.

Well, why don't we celebrate?

I got the perfect drink for
the mixed-species couple: Sparkling cider.

What's this?

Oh, th-that's the sponge
for my droonal flange.

It works much better when it's cold.

Ah. Ah.

Y-You know, that Eeno girl... I, um, sent
out her amniotic fluid to be analyzed...

and the Bureau for Newcomer Affairs
is doing a tissue ID.

So w-we should be able to finish
that autopsy tomorrow.

Good.

Here.

Cathy, about the, uh, droonal flange
sponge, uh... That's no big deal.

I can get used to that. Really.

How'd the news go over?

You'll have to be a little more specific.
Come on!

Surrogate George, the sex machine?
What'd Susan say?

Well, I hate to disappoint you, Matthew,
but she was very pleased.

That so?
Yes.

"Very pleased"?
Yes.

Pelvic cavity's now fully exposed.
I'm removing the fetal pod.

Janice, let me have a tray.

Oh, I love this.

I'm making an incision into
the anterior sheath of the fetal pod.

Retractors.

I'm separating the pod walls.

The fetus is now visible.

Oh, boy.

It's deformed.

Oh, yeah. Look-Look at
that thing down its back.

The exoskeleton. That's normal
for this stage of development.

What? That thing
looks like a big bug.

The Tenctonese fetus progresses through
several stages of evolutionary development.

Not unlike the human fetus, which at
five weeks resembles a... salamander.

This is the deformity... the abdomen.
It's three times the normal size.

He announced this at the dinner table?

No sex, another woman...
Just like that?

You're not gonna let him
get away with this, are you?

Well, what can I do?
It's his decision.

There you go with that
victim-slave mentality again.

Do you want to save this marriage?

Of course I do.

Let's look at your options then.

You could try seducing him. Remind George
of why he married you in the first place.

Or... get even.

Get even?
Make George jealous.

Get yourself a taste of that.

Jessica...
Why not?

Let George know how it feels.
Besides, Rick likes you.

Oh, come on. Rick Shaw?
I'm an old, married female.

I've seen the way he looks at you.

Believe me, he'd love to get
his hands on your spots.

Oh, will you be quiet?
He's a Newcomer. He'll hear you.

Good!

I could never do
something like that.

Okay, then. Go invest
in some French underwear.

Come on, George.
I'll buy you a doughnut.

Autopsies make me hungry.
I thought they made you sick.

They do. But after I get sick,
I get hungry.

Hey, Alberto! May, a Danish for me
and a doughnut for my partner.

Jelly weasel? Glazed marmot?
Hi, George.

Albert. Just coffee with Dijon.
Comin' right up.

I'll bet Susan was surprised
when you told her about us.

Yes, she was. Very surprised.

Oh, I wish I could've
seen the look on her face.

So did you and Susan
decide on a date yet?

Well, we're still looking
at our calendar.

Oh, Sikes, good.
Uh, this came in from the BNA,

tissue ID on that dead Newc girl.

Her name is Gayle Warnings...
age 16, no next of kin.

Captain, I hope you'll be there
when George impregnates May.

What?

Oh, it just wouldn't
be the same without you.

My sentiments exactly.
Right.

Still lookin' at the calendar, huh?

That a complicated deal
over at your house?

Coffee needs a little more mustard.

We got the analysis of
that Eeno's amniotic fluid.

Her name was Gayle Warnings.

All right. Miss Warnings's
amniotic fluid...

had a very high concentration
of hydrofluoric acid.

That's a byproduct
of gasoline production.

Now, hydrofluoric acid
would explain the fumes.

It gives off a fluorine gas
that is highly toxic to humans.

How could she have been
exposed to hydrofluoric acid?

Eenos have been known
to find employment on

Earth doing jobs not
particularly desirable,

toxic waste cleanup, for instance.

You mean the only jobs they could get
were the ones nobody else would take.

You think that she could've gotten this
contaminated from just mopping up spills?

No, not at these levels.
She must've been deliberately injected.

She is our salvation.
We won't be outcasts anymore.

Those who oppressed us,
who continue to oppress us...

will fall on their knees before us.

Cathy! I'm... home.

Hi. I spent all day long putting everything
together, so I had to take a shower.

So, what do you think?

I see you've...
found room for your clown collection.

Well, I had to move
a few things around.

Uh, I don't remember those.

Oh, I just bought them.
I couldn't resist.

Do you know what I just love about them?
Uh-uh.

They're so... big.
Yeah.

Did I ever mention that in Tenctonese
culture, there are no clowns?

Yeah, I think
you mentioned that. Um...

Well, you did a real, real nice job.

Ju-Just one thing-my recliner?
Uh, I don't see it.

Oh, don't worry. It's safe.
I-I put it in storage.

You put my recliner in storage.

Well, there wasn't any room for it.

I see. No room.

Funny, plenty of room
for the clowns.

Yep. No dearth of space
under the big top.

Matt, are you angry?

Yeah. I'm a little PO'd.
I loved that recliner.

We've been together since Super Bowl '92.

But... where would I
have put the love seat?

Hey, the recliner was here first.

I don't understand.

You said to me, "This is your home now.
Make yourself comfortable."

That doesn't mean
make me uncomfortable!

You should've asked first, at least.

Well, I-I'm sorry.

But since you insisted that
we move into your... chuchlach...

I thought if nothing else, you would at
least let me nest like a Tenctonese female.

Cathy!

"What would you rather do
at the beach:

Play volleyball, lie in
the sun, or go snorkeling?"

In salt water? Like I'm gonna
fry myself to death?

Okay, so the form's
written for humans.

The agency just needs your profile
so they can find you a job.

All right, volleyball.
No, no, no, wait.

Lie in the sun.
Catch some U.V.

I-I wouldn't go to the beach anyway.

Volleyball.

I am really destined
for great things.

Can't even fill out
a stupid profile.

George?

Susan, I...

I'm sorry about last night.

So am I. I realize our-our sex life
has been a little mundane lately.

Well, I'm sure I'm partly to blame.

After all, it does take two.

Uh, Susan, when you
fondle my knee like that...

I know. Maybe if I
fondled them more often...

Well, I really
can't afford to...

Maybe then you wouldn't need May.
What?

If I'd been more responsive
to your needs, Nemu.

No, Susan. You've got this all wrong.

This doesn't have
anything to do with you.

This doesn't have
anything to do with me?

Not the way you think.
I want to help Albert and May.

I'm not having sex with her
to have sex with her.

So you've decided.
You're gonna go ahead with this.

Susan... George, why don't
you just tell me the truth?

I'm not desirable to you anymore.

What... No, no, no.
I don't mean that. I-I...

I find you-you very, very attractive.

Oh, I hate it when
you get like this. Susan...

D-Don't touch me.

You're looking a bit sour, Matthew.

Cathy 86'ed my lounger
and sent in the clowns.

Oh, clowns. I love clowns.

Did you know that clowns are not
indigenous to our culture?

George!

George, are you... Are you okay?
Sorry.

Albert.

These old computers. But look,
I got you a new surge protector.

It's the least I could do
for my gannaum.

Uh, thank you, Albert.

And we realize that we
were very inconsiderate...

in asking you to set a date for the
ceremony without knowing May's cycle.

So here we, um, made a list of all the
times when she would be the most fertile.

So, um... Now, this one is a Monday, so it
might not be so convenient for some people.

Oh, thank you. Thank you, Albert.
I'll, uh, talk to Susan.

Okay.

You know, George, as a longtime
observer of criminal behavior...

I'd say you were
trying to hide something.

Sikes, you said that I authorized
a priority search on a Gayle Warnings?

Oh, thanks, Captain.

I didn't authorize a
priority search on anyone.

You forged my signature... again.

It tends to speed up the process.

Next time, you're on report.
Okay.

George, she was employed at
a toxic waste disposal plant.

I'm Terry Firma.
I'm the owner of New Life.

I'm Detective Sikes.
This is Detective Francisco.

George.

George.
It's all right.

Your partner is observing traditional
Tenctonese custom when meeting an Eeno.

We're considered unclean.

We're investigating the death
of one of your employees, Gayle Warnings.

Gayle, dead?

Witnesses say she was
attacked by two Eeno males.

It's, uh, more likely Tenctonese.

We're often the victim
of hate crimes.

From the description of what they were
wearing, I'd say they worked here as well.

II certainly hope not.
We consider ourselves kind of a family.

Well, speaking of family, are you aware
that Ms. Warnings was pregnant?

No, actually.

Did you know that Gayle Warnings
was pregnant, Sorn?

No, I did not.

She was contaminated
with hydrofluoric acid.

Do you process that here?

Yes, among other industrial wastes.

Come this way.

Eeno.

I guess you know
hydrofluoric acid is bad news for humans.

You don't have anything to
worry about, Detective.

This room is the end
point in our process.

Nothing running through
these pipes can hurt you.

We neutralize the waste
on the elemental level.

Using a cold fusion technique
that we perfected on the ship...

we're able to manipulate
the strong force within an atom.

In the case of
hydrofluoric acid, for example...

we transmute the fluorine
into neon...

create a harmless inert compound
and then flush it into the ocean.

Can't hurt you. Can't hurt the fish.

Very impressive.
But that doesn't explain...

how Miss Warnings could have
become so contaminated.

Yeah. I-I don't
understand it myself.

At no point in the process
do our technicians

come into direct contact
with the waste.

We're constantly monitored
by OSHA and the EPA.

The only thing I can think, she must've
disregarded our safety guidelines.

Well, if you learn anything that could
help us out, please give us a call.

Sure. I'd be more than
happy to do that.

Geez.

Eenos try not to attract
attention to themselves.

Living in a society where
we're treated as invisible...

has taught us to be just that.

Uh-huh.

Hi.
Hi.

I had a pound of hamburger
in the fridge. Have you seen it?

Oh.
Oh, what?

Were you going to eat that?
Sure. Why wouldn't I eat it?

Well, it smelled so bad.

Well, it smelled fine. It smelled the way
hamburger's supposed to smell like.

Wh-Where is it?
In the bedroom closet, on the back shelf.

What?

Well, I couldn't imagine that
anyone would want that meat...

so I used it
to create a bacterial culture.

A bacterial culture?

Right. What the hell's the matter
with me? Why didn't I guess that?

Matt, I'm sorry. I'll go to the store.
No, it's okay. Really.

I eat too much red meat as it is.
You know, all that cholesterol.

I'll just have some vegetables.
I've ruined your dinner.

No, no, no. This is great.
Really. Fine.

Hey, that program that you
wanted to see on PBS is on tonight.

Uh, Tenctonese barrel dancing?

They dance on the barrels
or in the barrels?

Matt, I-I-I-I have to go
back to the hospital tonight.

I just came home
to change my clothes.

Well, they were understaffed
in Pediatrics...

so I volunteered
to work nights all week.

All week? I'll never see you.
I know.

What's the point of living
together if you're never around?

Well, considering the mess I've made of
things lately, maybe that's for the best.

Cathy.
No, Matt.

I'm just not very good at this.

Oh, Susan, I just thought
you might like to

know that barrel dancing
special is on tonight.

I'm busy, George.

Oh. All right.

Buck.

Buck!
Whoa! Geez! What?

You don't have a job, and you're
sitting here playing virtual games.

Dad, it's 10:00. There's not a lot of
job interviews this time of night.

You lie around the house
like some lazy Eeno.

You should be thinking
about your life.

All I ever do
is think about my life.

The problem is, you have no focus.

By the time I got out
of quarantine, I knew

what I wanted to do. I
went out, and I did it.

The only reason you did squat
was 'cause of affirmative action.

Well, that's gone, so good for you
and diddy wipe for me!

Things might
be tougher now than when I started.

But that's all the more reason
you need a driving purpose, a goal.

Are you guys at it again?

Ah, now your sister,
she has always had focus.

She has always known exactly
what she wanted to be.

Cut him some slack, Dad. Not everybody
wants to be secretary of the interior.

It's the principle of the thing
that I'm talking about.

Oh, Emily, by the way, don't forget,
uh, father-daughter day.

I know.

I just don't want you to
throw away your future.

Yeah, thanks.

Traffic problems and everything.

Do you think I'd be foolin' around
down here if there was more to it?

Hey, that's an Eeno.
What's an Eeno doing here?

Look, there's an Eeno.
What's an Eeno?

Ah, now, type "187"...

and all the homicide arrests within the
last 48 hours come up on your monitor.

Well, these old computers
are a little slow.

Ah.

Nihilistic.
Now when you have a suspect.

Excuse me.
You want to check for pri...

You're Detective Sikes?

Yeah.

I'm Carrie Onbag.

I used to work with Gayle Warnings.
She was my friend.

Uh, please have a seat.

She was trying to get away from them
so they wouldn't take her baby.

It's because of them that she's dead.

And if they knew I was here, they'd kill me
too. I just barely managed to escape.

Emily, why don't you
wait for me outside, hmm?

No.

Who's "they"?
At the plant.

We're always asleep when it happens.

They catalyze and impregnate us.

And then when it's time
to transfer the pod...

they just take them away,
and we never see our babies.

You're saying Eeno women are
being artificially fertilized...

and their offspring
stolen from them?

And Terry lied to you
about the chemicals.

They don't process the waste.
They just store it.

Well, thank you for coming down.

Hold on. Can you prove any of this?

The chemicals are there. You can
find them. They're in the tunnels.

Tunnels?
They're everywhere!

This is the address of
the Bureau of Newcomer Affairs.

They'll help you get settled
if you're afraid to go back to the plant.

Aren't you gonna do anything?

We'll do whatever we can.

How could you treat her like that?
You were horrible!

Well, you heard her.

Artificially impregnated and stolen pods
and tunnels everywhere.

And we're supposed
to take that seriously?

It's just because she's an Eeno!

Well, Eenos are certainly
known to stretch the truth.

I think you're a bigot!

Do I have to remind you of who
Eenos are and what they did?

They ate the flesh
of other Tenctonese.

Like they had a choice.
If you'd been in their situation...

how do you know you wouldn't
have done the same thing?

Emily. Emily!

Congratulations.

So you didn't get the promotion.
Big deal.

You'll get it next time.

Yeah, right.

Uh, yes, Rick?

Susan, I just wanted to say
I think you got a raw deal.

It's too bad I'm not
running this company.

Uh-Well, thank you.

Susan, uh, listen. I'm getting together
with a few of my friends tonight.

Why don't you come party with us?

What? Go out?
Yeah.

Get your mind off things.
Forget about the job. Forget about George.

Oh, I don't know. I...
I don't feel much like partying.

Which is why you need to, girl.

Come on.
What do you say?

George!

May.

Did you check with
Susan about those dates?

Uh, the dates... I'm getting close
to my first fertility spike, George.

And if we don't make a decision soon,
we'll have to wait till my next cycle.

Uh... Well, I've been thinking, and, uh,
maybe I'm not the best gannaum for you.

Uh, what do you mean?

Maybe you should find someone
younger with a higher aklacount.

And, uh, genetically
speaking, I must tell you...

that premature spot fading
does run in my family.

Well, we don't want anybody else.

Unless... you don't want
to be our gannaum.

Oh, no. No, no. Of course
I want to be your gannaum.

What is it then?
Is it your family? Is it...

Is it Susan? Does Susan
have a problem with this?

No, no. No, no.
No, no. No.

Well-Well, yes.

It's just that, you see,
she sees the...

the delicacy of the situation,
the complexity.

Complexity?

Well, you are another female, May.

And I can't have
intercourse with Susan.

Well, it's just that
she's feeling a little fragile right now...

with her work and-and me, and...
well, this isn't helping any.

And, well, who knows?
Maybe she'll feel different.

Hey, George. Listen to this.

According to
a Dr. Frances Tacker...

She's an environmental
engineer out at UCLA...

no one's found a way to transmute fluorine
by cold fusion or anything else.

Well, she's a human, right?
Yeah. So?

Well, what does she know
about Tenctonese technology?

She knows every time she's tried to get
New Life to demonstrate the operation...

they've always made some excuse.

Dr. Tacker thinks it's a scam.

What about OSHA
and the EPA inspectors?

Oh, come on, George.
They're both way understaffed.

Every 10 years
some yo-yo comes in and signs them off.

The big question is, if
they're not processing

the waste, where are
they hiding it?

In some tunnels maybe?

Please help me. Please.

Nothing for you, Eeno.

Oh, please?
Go back to the sewer.

Hi. I brought you some things.

Uh, a sweater, some warm socks.
There's food in here too.

Thank you.

Hey, look.

Eeno's got a friend.
Eeno lover.

Eeno lover.
Well, maybe she's not a friend.

Maybe she's dinner.

Watch out, Eeno lover.
You'll wind up on a plate!

You probably don't taste
too good, Eeno lover.

Help us!

You need a little salt.

Captain, the judge denied our request
for a warrant to search New Life.

So what do you want me to do?
Get him on the phone and scream.

Get us that warrant.

You, uh, obviously
didn't get the message.

The city isn't enthusiastic
about any investigation of New Life.

What do you mean?
Money.

How do you think Congress balanced the
federal budget? They shafted the cities.

We can't afford light bulbs,
and you want to investigate...

one of the few businesses that's
bringing some revenue into this town?

What? Taxes?
That's just the beginning.

Every load of waste that's delivered
to New Life, the city collects a fee.

Remember all those third world countries
we used to ship our toxic crap to?

Well, they ship to us now.
Them and everybody else.

Earthquake!

- Hold on! Hold on!
- Hello!

4.1.
4.3.

Huh?

Hey, Braveheart.

Listen, all the fees in
the world aren't gonna

help the city if it's
sittin' on a cesspool.

That just goes
to show how much you know.

Let me tell you...
George?

What?
We just got a call.

Your daughter's been involved in a street
disturbance down in Little Tencton.

They've taken her to county hospital.

Buck, where's Emily?
Doctor's in with her.

How is she?
They beat her up pretty bad.

Carrie, too. But I guess you
wouldn't care about some lazy Eeno.

Did you call your mother?
They're trying to find her.

Oh.

Ow.

Emily.
Dad.

She was very lucky. If the salt water
had gotten in her eyes, she'd be blind.

Carrie? How's Carrie?

She's in X-ray. We think
it's just the arm that's broken.

What were you doing
in Little Tencton with that Eeno girl?

I just wanted to help her.
They hit her for no reason.

She didn't do anything!

They just hit her and hit her.

Oh, Emily.

Why don't you let me finish up in here?
We'll be out in just a few minutes.

Here you go. I already
put the mustard in there.

This was my fault.

What? George. Just a bunch of punks
who ought to be flambéed.

No. No, Matt. It was hatred.

Their hatred, mine.
It makes no difference.

It poisoned me,
almost got my daughter killed.

Yeah, well, it didn't.

When I was on the slave ship,
alone in my cell...

I would be seized with terror asking
myself how far I would go to survive.

Would I... betray a friend?
Would I deny my family?

Every day I did things
that I was ashamed of.

Where would I draw the line?

Emily was right.
And you...

You-You were right.

Anyone could've done
what the Eenos did.

That's why we make them
our "escape-goats."

"Scapegoats"?

Oh, yes. Scapegoats.

We hate them because they
make us confront ourselves.

George.

Hi, Carrie.

Miss Onbag.

I'm so very sorry.

I'd like to help you
if you'll let me.

There is this place
that I've heard of.

Eenos live here?
That's what I've been told.

Hello! Anybody home?

Nope. Nobody home.

They're near.

Oh, yeah?

We'll wait.

Are you cold?

No.

Sittin' in the middle of nowhere,
nothing to eat, no beer. Why not?

Cathy's off saving all
the little tots from ringworm.

I've got nothing better
to do tonight.

Oh, boy.

Oh, yeah.

Hi. How's it going?

What'd she say?
Are we in trouble?

No. We are grateful
that you brought her.

We can help her learn
how to live with dignity.

Come.

Uh, where are we going?
I haven't the faintest idea.

Wow.

We watched, and we listened.

We talked amongst ourselves,
and we decided that we could trust you...

that maybe you could do something.

These are pictures of a dream
most of us have had.

What does it mean?

Tells about a-a birth...

of a queen or a queen mother.

Not human, not Tenctonese.

Queen mother. Queen bee?

And what's that, some kind of hive?

It says the queen mother
will bring about a new order...

that the Eenos
will serve as her priests.

All other creatures
will bow before them.

That's nice. Real nice.

You don't understand.
We showed you this to warn you.

We don't believe
this is just a dream.

We believe that there are Eenos
who already serve the queen mother...

and if she isn't stopped,
she will destroy your civilization.

All civilization
will be destroyed... by her.

It's me. Anybody home?

Yeah.
Fat chance.

Ah, my old friend,
what shall we do tonight?

Have a drink?
Don't mind if I do.

What's that?
TV! Good idea.

Yeah, we really needed
this love seat.

If you felt a bit shaky today...

no, you're not becoming unglued.

We had a little trembler
4.3 on the Richter scale.

Attaboy, George.
In other news...

a downtown apartment building
had to be evacuated today...

when its tenants were overcome
by noxious fumes.

Our own Gina Rutenberg
has the story.

That gas has been identified
as fluorine...

fluorine, which is given off
by certain types of industrial waste.

Now, luckily there were
no serious injuries today.

However, authorities have told me
that in heavy enough concentrations...

fluorine is fatal to human beings.

Now, right now the source of that gas
remains a mystery.

There are no plants in this area
that are known to use hydrofluoric acid.

But luckily the fumes have
subsided enough...

Hi, guys.

Hi, Susan.
Jessica.

Susan.

Hi, Rick.

Please.
Have a seat.

Um...

Jessica didn't tell me
you were going to be here.

Would you not have come
had you known?

Oh, no.
No, of course not.

Well, I mean, I, um...

They, um, make a great drink here.

It's soured crème de menthe
and pineapple juice.

What do you say?

Sure.

Oh, waitress!

You look beautiful tonight.

But then again, you always do.

It's already been a long day.
Couldn't this wait until tomorrow?

No. Pull up a chair.

Susan went out with her friends. Didn't
even ask me if I wanted to come along.

Yeah, well, join the club.

Those chemical fumes in that
apartment building today?

This isn't the first time. In the last year
and a half, there have been three leaks...

all fluorine,
all from unknown sources.

First one was when
the Bonaventure was demolished.

The second one...
was after another quake.

The third one was after a
natural gas line exploded.

All ground disturbances.

Yeah. Now check this out.

Plotted the locations
of all four leaks.

Look at this.

Come on!

Ah!

The old streetcar system... the Red Car?
All of this was underground.

And above ground, where the old terminal
was the New Life plant.

Carrie's tunnels.

They are hiding the waste.
And that's where!

Any earthquake, explosion,
any ground disturbance, and it leaks.

Matt.

The tunnel pattern...

It's the same.
The same as what?

The Eeno drawing.

No judge is gonna give us
a search warrant, George.

We gotta go down there on our own.
You'll need protective gear.

I'll wrangle a suit from Cathy.

It was amazing. And the
Eenos showed us their

drawings because they
wanted to warn us.

What's Dad gonna do about it?
He wasn't sure.

He rags on me, says I'm not focused,
and he's gonna do nothing?

That's real focused.

Buck, Dad's a policeman.
He can't just do whatever he wants.

But what happens to
the Eenos in the plant?

Okay. All right.

We'll see who's focused.
Where's that New Life plant?

Why? What are you goin' to do?

Monday, after work.
My place.

I can't stop thinking about you.

I've wanted this for so long.

Excuse me. I want to see
Dr. Cathy Frankel.

I'm sorry. She isn't here.

Oh. What time did she get off?
Dr. Frankel wasn't on duty tonight.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, she was. She's been
working extra shifts all week long.

Dr. Frankel did not work all day today,
and she didn't work last night either.

Uh, did she leave a-a contact number
in case of emergencies?

Yeah. But I'm not
supposed to give it out.

This is police business.

Okay. I'd better talk
with my supervisor.

Thanks for your assistance.
Hey!

It's one of those
new eight-digit numbers.

Looks like a Little Tencton prefix.
5551-9974.

Yeah.

3319 West Hill.
Galaxy Hotel.

Thanks, Phil. I owe you.

Hey! Watch it, jerk!

Who is it?
It's me.

Can I come in?

I guess I knew you'd find out
sooner or later.

You're such a good detective.

That the bathroom?
He in there?

Matt?

Open up! Come on out!

Where is he?
He?

The guy you're shacking up with!

There is no guy.

Oh, yeah. Right. You come here
every night and play solitaire.

I don't play cards. I just sit.

Cathy, be straight with me.

I come here to be alone.

Alone?

I don't get it.

I don't have my apartment anymore.

I-I don't have anyplace to be.

What do you mean?

Y-You've got a place with me.

I was raised a slave, Matt.

I have never had a mate,
Tenctonese or human.

I don't know how.

I love you...

but I don't know
how to be your mate.

Every time I walk through
that door of your apartment...

I'm so afraid I'm gonna say
the wrong thing or do the wrong thing.

I'm so afraid you won't want me anymore.

Cathy.

Sometimes it just gets to be too much,
and I have to go away.

I love you, Matt.
And I want this to work.

I just don't know what to do.

It's okay.

It's okay.

We'll figure this out.

It's okay.

The Tenctonese marriage
is built on three pillars...

spiritual intimacy, emotional intimacy
and physical intimacy.

My name is Wendy,
and this is my husband, Skip.

We're here to help you reach
the fullest potential...

of loving, physical intimacy
in your marriage.

Excuse me.
I'm an architect student at USC.

I'm doing a report on historical buildings
in Los Angeles.

I wonder if I could get the plans
to the old Red Car terminal.

Yeah.

Sealed off on the inside.

Steel.

Move aside.

Suave, George, very suave.

Inviting.

Mm-hmm. Good point, yeah.
Yeah.

Albert, May.

Oh, uh...

We're sorry to bother you here at work.
Oh, that's all right.

We just wanted to let you know
that you don't have to worry.

Albert and I have found an akla bank,
and I'm going to be fertilized there.

Oh.

We felt bad because we saw
how upset George was getting.

George?
He loves you very much.

He can't be happy
if you're not happy.

You know that, don't you?

I guess sometimes
I just don't feel very lovable...

or worthy.

Well, everyone feels like that sometimes.

It's worse for us
because we were slaves.

Most of our lives,
we were treated like we were nothing.

It's a hard thing to get over.

Albert almost didn't marry me
because he thought he wasn't good enough.

Can you believe that?

I almost made a terrible mistake.

You get a lot of trouble
when you don't love yourself.

Well, good-bye, Susan.

Bye.

I'm sorry.

Matt.

Hydrofluoric acid.
Carrie was right.

Only six barrels. This...
This can't be all of it.

George?

What the hell is this?

Fluorine. The hydrofluoric acid.
This is where they store it.

Why? Wh... How the hell
did they make this?

Looks like a giant... hive.
Not how, but who.

And if it is a giant hive,
then there-there must be...

A queen. A queen mother.

Footsteps.

Stop! Police! Freeze!

Buck?
Dad? Matt?

Buck, what are you doing here?

I wanted to help out.
I wanted to do something.

It was horrible, Dad. Horrible.
What?

What I found.
Can you show us?

We shouldn't go back there.

Show us, Buck.

Okay.

I was looking for the chemicals
to prove that Carrie was right...

and I found this.

Probably happened
during yesterday's quake.

Yeah. That light
looked kind of strange.

There's something behind that wall.
Oh, yeah.

Oh, man. Look at
the size of those things.

The queen must be...
Huge.

Oh, man. Let's get out of here.

Horrible.

I told ya.

That's not the worst of it, guys.
The mom's still out there.

This must be the new
order from the Eeno

drawing-some kind of
mutant Newcomer species.

How did this happen?
Matt, do you remember the Eeno fetus?

How deformed it was? It must feed off
hydrofluoric acid in the womb.

Hydrofluoric acid in those honeycombs...
They must eat the stuff.

Uh, like I said,
let's get out of here.

Buck, you wait here.
Dad...

No! Wait here!

Freeze!
Aah!

Not a good idea.

These are the fetuses, aren't they?
The ones you take from the Eeno females.

So she went to the police.

You contaminate Eeno females
with hydrofluoric acid.

To deform their offspring,
to create these monsters.

They are not monsters.

They're the future.

The Earth is choking on waste.
We can tolerate it.

They... thrive on it.

Something had to be done.
Humans are destroying this planet.

They will save it.
They will consume all the waste.

Sooner or later, natural selection
would have produced...

a species that could survive here.

All we've done is
speed up evolution.

Oh, thanks.
We appreciate that.

The one they call the queen mother,
she was your first...

You know about the queen mother?

We didn't create her. A
pregnant Eeno female

was accidentally exposed
to hydrofluoric acid.

She aborted just before
the transfer to male stage.

The fetus lived.

She's waiting for you.

Well, she can wait a little longer.

You guys really think with a queen in your
back pocket, you're gonna rule the world?

All we want is to live with dignity.

For generations, the Eenos
have been outcasts. No more.

We will control our destiny.

Yeah? I hate to tell you this,
but you ain't driving this bus. She is.

What do you mean? We created them.
They can't exist without us.

How can you say that
with all those eggs hatching?

What eggs?
She can't lay eggs.

Like hell. We just saw about
a thousand of 'em.

You're lying! He's lying!

You really don't know.

Because the cavern was sealed
until that earthquake.

Wh... He's lying. He is lying.
They're stalling for time.

Obviously one of your creatures
has been able to impregnate her!

Yo, Darwin, she doesn't need you.

Sooner or later, you get extinct.

Enough!

Let's go.

George, untie me!

What?
Untie me!

Now you.

Aah!

Hey!

Dad! Matt! Over here!

Quick!

George!

Oh!

She's got the kids after us.

They were right.
She doesn't need us.

Looks clear!

Buck, anything bad I've ever said
about you, I take it all back.

You should've gotten out
while you could, gone for help.

No, he shouldn't have.

How'd you find us?
Building plans.

Yeah!

Now all we gotta do is find a way
to slip past a million angry slugs.

- And fast!
- Matt...

Matt, these are the pumps that are supposed
to flush the treated waste into the sea.

What? Do you expect us
to surf out of here?

If we reverse the pumps,
we'll flood the tunnels with salt water.

I'm with you, George.
Those things gotta be half Newcomer.

The salt water should fry 'em.
Right.

But, George, w-wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

The honeycombs...
We can't just flush them out.

It'll poison the city.

There's a steel fire door. If
we make sure it's closed... Dad.

Just a second. The water
will never reach the city.

Dad!

A perfect end to a perfect day.
We've seen the eggs.

You were talking about flooding
the tunnels with salt water?

Yes.

We don't have much time.
We're surrounded.

What about the other Eenos?

Can't they get us out of here?
No, we're cut off. We have to go.

No, wait. Wait. We've got to wait
until we shut the fire door.

George, there's no time.
You've got to open it now.

I'll go make sure
the fire door's closed.

I'll see you up top.
Don't get your toes wet.

All right.

They're getting closer, Dad.

All right. It's reversed.
Let's go. This way.

Let's go. Hurry!

These tunnels will be flooded
in about a minute.

Hurry! Hurry!

Let's help him!

Run! Go! Go!

They've got Sorn.
Come on! Buck!

You go on. Go on!
Get him out of here!

Hurry!
The water's reached the tunnels!

Close it up! Seal it off!

Are you all right?
Yeah. I'm fine.

Matt.

Sikes, I just came
from the mayor's office.

She wants me to extend
her heartfelt thanks...

in exposing this dangerous
criminal enterprise.

Really?
Yeah.

Off the record, she told me, "Tell that
dumb SOB he's cost the city millions."

If I could, I'd have his ass
bounced off the force."

So, looks like we're not
getting those new computers.

Oh.

That ought to take care of it.
Thank you.

Excuse me, Officer?
Yes.

Patty Melt, Bureau of Newcomer Affairs.
Oh, yes. Hello.

I understand there are some
displaced Eenos need our services.

Uh, hmm.

Give me a minute.
Sure.

Most of them knew nothing.
I'm the one who should be punished.

I think everyone has been
punished enough. Come.

There's someone here to help you.
Come, please.

Outside?

We've only lived in here.
This is all we know.

That's all going to change now.
Come.

Oh. Oh!

Thank you, Detective.

Buck, I'm sorry for how I've been lately,
the things that I've said.

I worry about you, and sometimes
it comes out in a negative way.

Sometimes I can be
my own worst enemy.

Me too, Dad.
It's okay.

No, no, no.
I'm proud of you.

I'm very proud.

And I'm not going to worry anymore.

Little step up.
Here we go. Easy.

Oop. Easy, easy.

Don't open your eyes.
Wait a minute. Okay.

Okay, now you can open your eyes.
Ta-da!

Is it some kind of artwork?

No. The single next door.

It was vacant,
so I rented it... for you.

Your home away.

You know, for when everything
gets to be too much.

You can just come in here
and close the blanket.

George has been up there
with May about 45

minutes. Now, isn't that
a little excessive?

Oh, George is very thorough
when it comes to fertilizing.

I just hope I did
as good a job at catalyzing.

Oh, I'm sure you'll be fine.
Right.

You know, maybe George and Albert
will help us have a baby someday.

Now, how does that work, exactly?
There he is!

Oh, look.

George.
How did it go?

Well, I think. Oh, uh, May is almost
ready to come down.

Thank you, George.

Do you need to lie down?

Oh, no, no, no.
I'm all right.

Susan, thank you for allowing this.

So handsome, so intelligent.

You're too fine a male specimen
not to share.

Well, when they're all gone,
you will have my undivided attention...

uh, tomorrow.

I've been boning up.
Really?

Here, Dad. Way to go.

Mmm, thank you, son.
Yeah.

Have one for yourself.
Cool.

You want some ice for your elbows, Dad?

I'm not that old.

Now, Buck, you can
only have one of those.

Oh, Mom.

Thank you for coming.

Oh, look.

Oh, George.