Alien Nation Page #3

Sykes and Tuggle react to the firepower inside.

SYKES:

You got your vest?

TUGGLE:

Of course. Right in the trunk of

the car.

SYKES:

Yeah, that's comforting. Mine, too.

Through the store window the robbery continues in

pantomime. Kipling gestures viciously with the shotgun,

yelling orders in the alien language. The Proprietor is

quickly filling a paper bag with cash from the register.

The PROPRIETOR'S WIFE, a middle-aged alien woman, stands

in the doorway from the back, frozen in fear. The

Raincoat alien dances from foot to foot, antsy, wired.

Sykes and Tuggle crouch at the car directly across the

street from the store entrance.

TUGGLE:

Watch the driver. I'm going for a

better angle on the door.

SYKES:

I got him. Don't get pinned.

Tuggle leaves the cover provided by the car, runs cater-

corner across the intersection.

Through the store window Sykes sees Kipling grab the bag

of cash, shove it in his coat pocket. Bills fall out, but

he doesn't care. Then, without warning, Kipling whips up

the twelve gauge and blows a hole in the Proprietor's

chest! The Proprietor slams back against the shelves,

slides to the floor. Kipling leans over the counter and

FIRES another round into the Proprietor.

SYKES:

(under his breath)

Aw, sh*t.

Tuggle is almost across the street when he hears the

shots.

The human DRIVER of the getaway car (parked at the curb a

few doors down from the mini-mart) glances up, spots

Tuggle. He leans on the HORN, reaches for a machine

pistol on the seat next to him.

INT. MINI-MART - NIGHT

Kipling and Raincoat alien react to the horn honk. They

spot Tuggle through the store window and open fire --

BLASTING THROUGH THE GLASS.

A civilian car enters the intersection. The engine is hit

by shotgun fire, and the car skids to a stop in the

intersection, steam rising from the radiator.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

Tuggle dives behind a lamp post.

The Driver is out of the car now, brings up the machine

pistol to fire at Tuggle. Sykes sees this and opens fire

at the Driver. The Driver turns and fires at Sykes.

Sykes ducks down, and the car he's hiding behind is

sprayed with bullets.

A forty-foot moving van pulls down the street between

Sykes and the Driver. Once the truck is past, Sykes is

standing behind the bullet-riddled car, gun ready. He

rapid-fires -- creaming the human Driver.

Tuggle is pinned down behind the thin lamp post by the

shotgun fire from Kipling and Raincoat alien.

SYKES:

Get outta there!

TUGGLE:

I can't! Do you mind!

SYKES:

I'll cover you! Get outta there!!

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