Hey, Henry, how you doin' tonight?
The Newcomer turns -- his face is humanoid, but
You got your green card, buddy? You
didn't leave home without it?
The cops at the bar crack up. Henry looks at Fedorchuk --
his eyes carrying no malice... or pain. He merely blinks.
INT./ EXT. SLUG-MOBILE - STREET - NIGHT
An explosion of color and movement as OPENING TITLES PLAY
very quickly. We're TRAVELING the streets in a n.d.
sedan, getting MOVING GLIMPSES of the aliens living among
-- A coffee shop where aliens eat at some window tables.
-- A Newcomer leaving a night school with an armload of
-- A city park where a number of alien families have
gathered to play some arcane alien game.
Jeez... they call that gang-bang a
-- A billboard for Pepsi featuring an alien.
-- The sedan has pulled to a stop at a red light.
Suddenly a hand thumps against the glass next to Sykes'
head... and alien hand. Sykes jumps. It's a NEWCOMER
DERELICT standing there, weaving, mumbling in his own
language. In one filthy hand holds a quart carton of
milk. We know immediately what he wants. Sykes rolls
down the window.
Take a hike.
Sykes gets a whiff of the derelict's breath as the light
changes and the sedan pulls away, leaving him in the
street. Sykes grimaces at the smell.
Why's it have to be sour milk that
these guys get wasted on? What the
hell's wrong with Jack Daniels, or
Thunderbird for chrissakes?
-- Aliens hanging around outside their homes.
-- Alien hookers plying their trade.