[
Commenting on a "human" condom]
Det. Samuel 'George' Francisco:
And that fits?
Det. Sgt. Matthew Sykes:
Well... Yeah, it's rubber. It stretches.
Det. Samuel 'George' Francisco:
And still it fits?
Cassandra:
Tell me the truth. Have you ever... made it with one of us?
Det. Sgt. Matthew Sykes:
No... unless I got drunk and somebody didn't tell me.
Cassandra:
Mmm. A virgin! I find that very arousing. You sure you haven't?
Det. Sgt. Matthew Sykes:
Um... there's lots of things I haven't done; that's not real high on my list. No... you know... don't take it personally. I'm a bigot.
[
after Sykes makes fun of George's name]
Det. Samuel 'George' Francisco:
It is like your name... Sykes. I'm sure it doesn't bother you at all that it sounds like "ss'ai k'ss," two words in my language which mean "excrement" and "cranium."
[
pause]
Det. Samuel 'George' Francisco:
Shithead.
[
Translating for Newcomer 'Porter' to Sykes]
Det. Samuel 'George' Francisco:
Your mother mates out of season.
Det. Samuel 'George' Francisco:
You humans are very curious to us. You invite us to live among you in an atmosphere of equality that we've never known before. You give us ownership of our own lives for the first time and you ask no more of us than you do of yourselves. I hope you understand how special your world is, how unique a people you humans are. Which is why it is all the more painful and confusing to us that so few of you seem capable of living up to the ideals you set for yourselves.
Det. Sgt. Matthew Sykes:
What is it?
Det. Samuel 'George' Francisco:
Nothing.
Det. Sgt. Matthew Sykes:
Come on, it's not nothing! When you talked to that coroner with that request it looked like you were about to shit peach pits... and it's not nothing now! Don't lie to me, George, you're real bad at it. That slag in there didn't die from just bullet wounds, am I right? Am I right? Tell me! You tell me and you tell me now. NOW!
Det. Samuel 'George' Francisco:
The drug is called ja-bru-kha. It is a potent narcotic!
Det. Sgt. Matthew Sykes:
How potent?
Det. Samuel 'George' Francisco:
More potent than any human drug you can imagine. The controllers regulated it, we would receive small amounts for our work in the mines.
Det. Sgt. Matthew Sykes:
You? You were on this shit?
Det. Samuel 'George' Francisco:
Yes! We all were! We were engineered as slave laborers. It was our only means of pleasure allowed! The harder you worked the more you got, the more you got the harder you worked. Thousands of my people died, I lost my best friend. It is a nightmare! I will not let it happen again.
Det. Sgt. Matthew Sykes:
Ok. You know, it was simple... I mean, all you had to do is tell me. I mean, why couldn't you let me know?
Det. Samuel 'George' Francisco:
Your people don't know about this part of our past and they cannot know it, it would threaten our entire existence here.
[
Matt and George are showing each other pictures of their respective children]
Det. Samuel 'George' Francisco:
This is my son, Richard. He's four years old. We named him after your former president, Richard Nixon.
Det. Sgt. Matthew Sykes:
[
beat] George, from now on, tell people that you named him after the director Richard Burton. Just trust me on this.
Det. Samuel 'George' Francisco:
If the drug is here, we must destroy it!
Det. Sgt. Matthew Sykes:
[
looking at a pistol target] That is pitiful! That is goddamn pitiful! How long you been shootin'? What are you going to do if you catch a perp running out of a liquor store, wave your written exam scores at him?
Det. Sgt. Matthew Sykes:
Tell me the joke.
Det. Samuel 'George' Francisco:
Stop me if you have heard it before. Why did the chicken cross the road?
Det. Sgt. Matthew Sykes:
[
coughs uncontrollably] I've heard it.
Det. Samuel 'George' Francisco:
It's a good joke.
Det. Sgt. Matthew Sykes:
[
Sykes has just cornered Harcourt] Hands Up!
[
Harcourt raises his hands, producing a tube of ja-bru-kha]
Det. Sgt. Matthew Sykes:
You make one move and you're history.
William Harcourt:
Not history... ETERNITY!
[
consumes the ja-bru-kha]
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