Alien Nation: Body and Soul

Hmm.

Excellent.

Attack simulation is now completed.

Cut Power to 3 and 5.

Shutting down Complex 7 and 9.

- Engaging emergency generators.

- Nine? There's nothing down there.

All the sections

are back online?

Except for Complex 9.

It's everything

we hoped it would be.

The power drains will be fixed.

My compliments.

Our clients will be thrilled.

This technology has provided us...

with the biggest bat

in the old ball game.

Complex 9! Hurry!

Secondary failure in 9.

Nine... coming back.

No. No. It's Complex 9.

- Complex 9, get over there. Quick. Cover it.

- I'll hit the perimeter.

No breaches, yet.

I'm heading south.

Roger that.

We're getting out the dogs.

I'm turnin' in from the west now.

A breach? Where?

Get a chopper up now.

Begin a ground search.

Tivoli!

What the hell

was in Complex 9?

California's

Mojave Desert, seven years ago.

Our historic first view

of the Newcomer ship.

Theirs was a slave ship

carrying a quarter-million beings...

bred to adapt and labor

in any environment.

Physically stronger than human beings,

with keener senses and two hearts...

these alien Newcomers have

joined the American society.

The Tenctonese have been accepted

by many, but hated by human purists...

who fear the inevitable

cohabitation of the two species.

With no way to leave Earth,

the Tenctonese Newcomers...

have become the latest

edition to the population of Los Angeles.

Look how well

their lips align.

Mm-hmm.

All it takes is practice.

I know you like

humming.

Where?

Matt! Matt!

- Matt, we're going too far.

- We're consenting adults.

But you don't understand.

This could be physically... dangerous.

Cathy.

If a Tenctonese woman

is not in sync with her mate...

she could cause him serious...

injury.

Hey, we got nothin'

but sync.

But you need to learn

how to approach me.

You need to learn

how to hum.

You need training.

Hey! One thing I don't need

is training.

This is not a good idea.

Hey, we're running on fumes here!

The ping is strong. I have the vector.

He's slowing down.

Penn, if we don't refuel,

we're gonna fall down!

It's better to fall down

than come back without those two.

- Break right, 2-0-0.

- Right, 2-0-0.

I've lost the ping. Set down quickly.

They must be below us.

Watch the right.

Keep clear of the building.

All right. Stay close. He can't be more

than a few blocks that way.

Emergency operator.

Take him down.

This one's dead.

Hey! Hi, Matt.

Hey, Zapeda.

- Hey, George.

- Matt.

Oh, my. Did you and Cathy

try to copulate last night?

No, no!

There was a bar of soap on the floor

of the shower and I stepped on it-

Well, your injury is consistent with that of

humans who rush into sex without proper-

George. George.

What is that disgusting

thing you're eating?

Well, it's weasel pressed

into a ring.

They're new. You have your doughnuts,

now I have mine.

They're excellent for dunking.

They make a jelly weasel too.

Detective Sikes, your neck.

- Did you try to copulate with a Newcomer?

- Says he slipped in the shower.

Hey! That's what happened, damn it! You

don't wanna believe it, that's your fault!

- Hey! No! Albert!

- Just... relax.

Albert!

- How's that?

- Better.

It's still sore,

but better.

Sexual ignorance

is a very dangerous thing.

Francisco, Sikes, you got a homicide-

And good morning.

It's about six blocks

away from here.

Bizarre-looking Newcomer child was found

at the scene. I had her sent to day care.

And you're supposed to be

where, exactly, Albert?

The victim was a Newcomer,

John PaulJones.

The perp might also

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