A older looking man stands in the entrance to a pub.
“Hello again.” says the bartender.
The man raises his hand.
He walks into the back room.
There is a another younger looking man standing there with a pool cue against his chest.
“Time to back out just expired.” Says the older man.
“So did your AARP.” He says “I’m still gonna kick your ass.”
Later in the game tempers are wearing a bit thin. The older man is losing.
“Damn, old man. I can’t believe it. You know, if humans all end up like you, there is no hope for us as a species.”
“There’s already no hope for you as a species.”
“Talking in third person are we?”
“I’m directly in my place, thank you.”
There is a slight silence, and the younger man stands there in disbelief.
“So what the fu*k is wrong with you exactly? What, you don’t think you’re human?”
“Have you ever seen a Ramnent body before, young man?”
“Oh God. I hope this ain’t no xenophile shit.”
“Their body is complete perfection. The intimidating stance, the highly flexible joints, the multi-layered skin! It is just so unfortunate that every race we come across has been so disappointing. Yours in particular.”
“Look Tarhn, you’re kinda freakin’ me out here. Now I don’t know what you like sticking your pecker into, but I don’t want to hear your xenophilic shit. You’re human, buddy. Get used to it.”
“I am not human. I am better than- than that! “
“Well I’ll give you one thing bro, you can’t even play a game of pool. Fu*kin’ freaks, I’m amazed they haven’t shipped you weirdos to another planet yet already. You deserve it.”
The younger man begins to line up his shot and the older man grips his hands tightly around his pool cue.
He walks up behind the younger man and brutally hits him over the head.
After the concussion shot, the man tries to yell for help, but he is hit again and falls to the floor.
There are grunts of pain as he is beaten repeatedly under the panel’s view which is focused on the older man.
“You bleed the same color as me! But you die like a human!”
Blood begins to collect on the older man’s face shirt and pool cue with each panel; his face flushed with intensity.
He slows down, and backs away.
The body can be partially seen from behind the pool table, and the leg twitches. A pool of blood starts to gather.
The older man breathes heavily and slumps against the wall.
He looks over at the body.
“I’m no human.. not a fu*king human, you dumb bastard. You made me do this! Fall to such a pathetic role; a monster! ..No, I’m not a human.”
The body is seen lying still.
“Don’t just lay there you insignificant pile of thin skin! Call me a human.. you judgmental little prick. I’m no human. Better than that.”
He shifts toward the body again.
“I’m better than that! I’m a Purebreed Alien! Not some, unruly creation!”
He slowly rises up from the wall
“I have a purpose. I’m not another one of you drones. Perhaps you’re the alien.”
He opens the back room bulkhead, and walks out of the bar with the pool cue in hand.
“I’m not a human.”
The door slams.
(Enter episode title “That’s Your Cue” against black panel)
[Six Years Later, Present Day]
Juliet is sitting at her desk with her legs up and crossed.
She has her headset on, and she looks somewhat bored.
She flicks a miniature weighing scale and it tilts to one side and stays in place.
A voice cracks over the headset
“Juliet reads all, what do you need Juliana?”
“You’re still clear; no authorities have been alerted.”
“I would have heard the cops from a mile away, anybody else?”
“You’re clear, I’ve picked up zilch on the scanners.”
“Fantastic work Juliet, go get a drink from the fridge- you must be exhausted.”
“Thank you Julie..”
The scene switches from the Quote Unquote offices to Juliana covered in blood.
She holds up a piece of paper and looks closely at it.
“Three counts of murder, one count of rape-”
“Oh, so I guess that was a rape and murder, sorry, sometimes I get caught up in the text while reading aloud.”
There is a man on the floor with his hands tied behind his back, gagged. There are other men around him, some of them are dead, covered in blood.
“You know, you might think I’m a lot more comfortable than you at the moment, but really, this is some pretty disturbing stuff just to read.”
The man flinches.
“I guess I could have cut down my work load, none of these guys shared a cell with Tarhn; just you.”
She moves toward him.
“So, I’m going to take this out of your mouth, and if you scream, I’m going to hurt you. Oh, the irony of me telling someone such as yourself that.”
She takes the gag out.
“Oh Jesus, oh, fu*k me!”
“Buy me dinner and we’ll talk; I suppose that’d be quite a change for you.”
“Fu*k you bitch, you think this place is a bloodbath? I was stationed on Trovial!”
“And my great grandpa was in 'Nam maaaan
!” she mocks.
She stuff the gag back in his mouth, pulls out a butterfly knife, and stabs him in the thigh.
In the back of the room, there is one bound man who starts shifting around, out of Juliana’s sight.
He loosens the bindings, and desperately drags them back and forth over a sharp clip on the wall.
“I’m taking it out again, okay?”
She takes the gag out of the man’s mouth.
“Who got you out of jail!?”
“It was Fitzgerald! Fitzgerald!”
“Oh, what, you don’t know? Fitzgerald! The merc! ”
“How long ago was this?”
The man in the back of the room is getting closer to releasing himself.
“Why the hell should I tell you?”
Juliana pulls out her handgun and points it at his head
“Because you can either leave here with a headache or no fu*kin' head at all.”
“Gah! Okay, okay, it was last week.”
“Where is he now?”
“I don’t know!”
The man’s eyes turn toward the back of the room where the other is was supposed to be.
Juliana snaps her head to the direction of his eyes.
She notices a blank area where the other man once was, and the door is just beginning to close, implying that she just missed him.
She jabs the man in the neck with a syringe, springs up from the floor, and throws a gas grenade behind her in the room full of convicts.
She races down the stairs and sees the man running away through the halls.
The man begins to gain distance on her, and she takes a special round from her belt and puts it in her handgun chamber.
She crosses her opposite arm below her shooting arm and holds her stance for accuracy.
She shoots the round and it hits him in the back of the leg which causes him to stumble but
He continues to run out the door into public, where Juliana dare not pursue.
She stands there in pause
She throws the gun to the floor and yells in frustration
She clenches her head and grasps her hair.
Juliana throws a small and thin pad across Dave’s desk and tosses one carelessly toward Juliet
which she catches effortlessly.
Dave looks at the pad.
“The one that got away?” he asks
“You bet your ass.” She responds
“So how did this happen exactly?”
“He slipped out of the bindings, rubbed one out in the worst sense he possibly could have.”
“Not for him apparently.”
“You think he knows that the round was a tracker?” Juliet asks from the back of the room
“Unless he’s with the fu*kin’ military, I doubt it.” Juliana responds.
Juliana turns her head toward Dave.
“We’re with the military.”
“Well fu*k me running with drainage pipe up my ass, sometimes I forget such things.”
“Soon that’s gonna be hard to do.”
“What do you mean?”
“The military is supplying us with new technology, marines, vehicles, weapons- a weapons program, Juliana; think of it.”
“I think you are a fu*kin’ moron.”
“I’m a moron? For thinking first about my company?”
“You publish a goddamn newspaper, Dave!”
“And I have you, don’t I?”
“Yeah, but come on, how is that relevant?”
“You’re this company’s greatest asset! Our largest form of income! And what you get out of it
is just as much as any of us.”
“So I’m just your asset? Your tool of destruction?”
Juliet leans against the wall quietly in the background
“I mean, you have Madam Perfection over here, why don’t you put her to good use?”
She looks up with newfound interest in Juliana’s words- shock
“Our reasons for that are obvious, don’t be so naïve.”
Juliana looks down at her feet, frustrated
“Times are changing, Julie. You’ve gotta move along with them. Now, what have we got in terms of leads?”
“Next to jack-shit. The guy who released Tarhn’s ex-prison buddies was known as Fitzgerald to them only.”
“And any leads on him?”
“Just with the one that got away.”
“I’ll put the tracker into your database, Julie.” Juliet says
Juliet walks out of the room
“She really likes you, you know?”
“Yeah, well a lot of people like me, but is there anything I can do about that?”
“You could blow me.”
Juliana does a half turn and pivots slightly back toward Dave
She points her finger like a gun at him and winks.
Dave cocks his head and wears a frown of sarcastic disappointment
She then walks out of the room.
She walks through the lobby and Juliet looks up from her desk
“What have we got?” Juliet asks
“I’ll patch you in through the wireless soon.”
“Does Dave need anything?”
“Yeah, I think he wanted to see you for a second. Something to do with your expertise.”
Juliana walks out the front door, and Juliet cocks her eyebrow.
“Mono, is this the spot?” Juliana asks into her headset.
“You bet it is.” An realistic AI voice replies.
“How long has the signal been coming from this area?”
“If you ask me, dangerously long.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I mean that it could be a trap.”
“A trap? Are you kidding me? This guy was a pedophile okay.”
“Whatever, Emerson, you asked.”
Juliana looks down the alleyway.
She heads down the alley.
She draws her handgun and keeps it low.
She thumbs the safety button to “off”.
She stops before a large vacuum trash compactor vent.
She opens the compactor gate, and the man comes out and swings at her with a pipe, which she quickly dodges, grabs him by the hair, and slams his head into a wall with his own
She wraps both hands around her sidearm, and kicks the dropped pipe away.
“Hands up, motherfu*ker!”
He weakly tries to pick himself up from the ground.
“Hands in the FU*KING air!”
He stands and makes himself small, but doesn’t put his hands up.
She grabs him and throws him into the other wall.
“Talk! Where is Fitzgerald!?”
“What the hell more do you want from me, you crazy bitch!?”
“I never even got to you the first time!”
“The first time? I’m not even thinking about that time! Hell, I’d forgive you for that one!”
“Stop talking like a malfunctioning AI and give me a place!”
Juliana pulls out a needle and jabs it into the man’s arm.
“Read it.” She orders Mono
“Reading..” he replies.
“He’s been drugged; unknown substance.”
“Orion! Orion! I already told you!” the man shouts
“Yes! Yes, that’s the place! But you already knew that, I mean- how couldn’t you?”
“Mono, what the hell is he talking about?”
“It’s gibberish- no meaning at all.”
Juliana goes over to the man and holds him by the shoulders to stop him from moving around.
“How do you know this for sure?”
“Used to pick up chicks there!”
“You’re a pedophile! Why weren’t you hanging out outside of elementary schools planet side?”
“I’M not the pedophile! That was my friend! He pinned those kids on me!”
“What was on your record?”
“I cut a bitch!”
“Emerson, you’re taking too much time her, get this over with.” Mono interrupts.
“When can I find him?”
“Right! Right, you can find him on Fridays-”
In the background a visual circular distortion appears in the air, concentrated in a single direction, coming from a silhouetted figure on the rooftops.
And in that split second after the distortion appeared behind them, the man’s head explodes into a mess of blood and matter.
The blood sprays all over Juliana, and she finds herself holding the a half-headed corpse with surrounded in a mass blood spatter.
She remains frozen and only lets the corpse tumble back against the wall. She stands there, shaking, her face stuck in shock.