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That was the scene in California
's Mojave Desert, five years ago.

Our historic first view
of the Newcomers' ship.

Theirs was a slave ship carrying
a quarter-million beings...

bred to adapt and labor
in any environment.

But they've washed
ashore on Earth...

with no way to get back
to where they came from.

And in the last five years,
the Newcomers have become...

the latest addition to the
population of Los Angeles.

I wanna be perfectly honest
for just one minute.

Now this is the truth. Comes
from the bottom of my hearts.

If I could drive any car
off this lot right now...

it'd be this little
baby right here.

I thought all these
Cocas were junk.

Come on, you believe
everything you read?

Just take a look at the design.

We're talking state-of-the-art
methanol-burning 350-horsepower engine.

Factory sound. Air.
Anti-lock brakes.

Why, the Coca was, and in
my opinion, still is...

the car of the future.

So why'd they stop
making them in '92?

Why'd they stopped making the
Tucker, the Edsel, the DeLorean?

Nobody was buying them.

But were they junk? No, sir.

Look, people...

I wanna make this happen.
What can I say?

Is the trunk clean?

Lady, you can eat off
the rocker panels.

Three mutilated bodies in three days has
got the Chief snapping his suspenders...

a little bit more than usual.

- Who's in charge of this task force?
- Not you!

- Some guy out of Rampart.
- I believe it's Sergeant Steve Macy.

- It was in the morning watch report.
- Yeah, well....

Anyway, this Macy thinks he
needs a Newcomer on his team...

and he's volunteered
you out of my command.

Perhaps they felt I’d be useful,
since the victims are Newcomers.

Sure, it makes sense. But
you'd think the guy'd...

show a little professional courtesy
and ask me if it was a good idea.

He just doesn't appreciate
your mind like we do.

That's enough out of you, Sikes.

You're only on board because your
partner is from outer space.

No disrespect intended.

Matthew, I believe we have a
lot of reading to catch up on.

Piece of cake. Three dead Newcomers.
Hands hacked off above the wrist.

Bodies all over town.

We follow up on the one in
the dumpster in Slagtown.

No disrespect intended.

I really don't think
you have to wash it.

But we always wash vegetables
before we serve them, Em.

We're not gonna eat it.

- Then why are we carving it?
- Jill said to carve a face in it.

It's a Halloween tradition.

Oh, like bopping for apples.

Bobbing. Yeah, I guess.

Well, now what?

- We gut it.
- No!

Yeah! We cut it open and
rip its insides out.

Oh, and you gotta carve a
real scary face in it...

- to ward off the demons.
- Demons.

- What is this disgusting tradition?
- It's Halloween, Mom.

The pagan festival celebrating
Samhain, the Celtic ruler of death.

On the day of the celebration, the
people would light hearth fires...

often sacrificing small
animals, or other humans...

to welcome the return of the dead,
according to the encyclopedia.

And they call
themselves civilized.

I’ll get it.

- Hello.
- Hi!

- Hi, Jill.
- Did you ask her?

I’m working on it.

You have to come to
my Halloween party.

- I want to.
- Be sure to wear something really neat.

It's a formal party?

Yeah. I’ll be
dressing like a pig.

If we're gonna mutilate
this vegetable...

we'd better do it before
your father gets back.

I’ll call you back as
soon as I can. Bye.

Okay.

Now, on all the victims, sorry,
like this John Doe Newcomer...

the hands were severed with a single chop.
Maybe an axe...

maybe a meat cleaver.

Was it an upward or
a downward motion?

- Do we care?
- No, actually, that's a good question.

I assume you're wondering if the
victims were in a defensive stance...

in which case the cut would come
from the side or the bottom up...

or at rest, in which case we'd
look for a downward motion.

- Yes, that is what I was asking.
- Defensive.

The victims were all alive during the
attack, and probably bled to death.

- Toxicological tests will tell us more.
- And no weapon was found?

No weapons, no motives, no nothing.
Any other questions?

Yeah. What happened to
the chopped-off hands?

Good question.

Read the report, Sikes. The hands of
all the victims are still missing.

- Oh, really?
- Page three.

Those hands could tell us a lot.

I hope you guys don't
mind, but I missed lunch.

There were signs of struggle
in several of the victims.

Fingernail scrapings...

and bio scans...

we'll throw every trick we've got at
those appendages, if you find them.

Glad to give you a hand.

All right. Everything is to be coordinated
through my office at Rampart.

Sikes, Francisco,
welcome aboard.

You'll get used to my databases.
They're pretty normal format.

Here's the latest update, including
a full psychological profile...

Coroner's report, and
visualization work.

- We song-and-dancing the press?
- Like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.

- They were good with the press?
- I’ll rent you the video.

Guess what? I was invited to a
Halloween party tomorrow night.

You shouldn't go.

Why not? It's going to be fun.

No one should leave the
house until it passes.

What passes?

What are you being
so weird about?

In time, you'll learn
about Tagdot Cur Hiya.

Who?

He rises among his people on the
third rotation of the equinox...

when the paraxial
sun is in line.

Neat. Then what does he do?

He fills the night with screams.

There are many
stories about Tagdot...

but only one theme prevails.:

evilness consumed by madness.

His darkness lives in the hearts
and minds of all Tenctonese.

He was a conqueror with fire in
his hands and steel in his heart.

He expected adulation, and when our
great fathers gave him none...

the night broke with their cries as his
armies spread through the cities...

destroying all life
in their path.

And they were merciless.

Hands were severed, and their
victims painfully bled to death.

Body upon body
lined the streets.

And he walked among
the bodies...

thousands upon
thousands of bodies...

and he cried.

He cried, not for
what he had done...

but because there were
no more to destroy.

Now is the time for
Tagdot to return...

and again walk among his people.

- No!
- What do you mean, "no"?

It's a legend. It's truth.

Sure, it is. It was
a very nice story.

You wanna know what he
did with the hands?

No. I think you should
keep all this to yourself.

Let's not freak out Mom and Dad
when I’ve got a party to go to.

You enter everything we got from
the dumpster in the data file.

I’ll get coffee.

I would like honey and sugar...

and if there are any of those bug
pellets left, I’ll have three.

Just let them float on the top. You
have to let them soften. Don't stir.

I’ll enter the data,
you get the coffee.

- There you are.
- Yeah, here we are.

- And here you go.
- What's this?

New addition to the club.

You want the honors?

- His both hands are missing.
- I can see that.

Tape off the area. I’ll call
the meat wagon and S.I.D.

Here we go.

Okay.

You haven't got ID, no witnesses, no
idea why the guy went down there?

No tire tracks, no footprints,
no weapon, no hands...

- No reporters. Go away, Burns.
- Come on, this is front page, Sikes.

- Only in your paper.
- So how'd the guy get down there?

There's only one set of tracks going in.
The victim's. Nothing coming out...

Who told you that?

I got a nose for news.
Sounds to me like...

you got a butcher boy who knows
how to cover his tracks.

- Go away, Burns. I got work to do.
- Or it could be a Halloween spook.

- You believe in spooks, Sikes?
- Only one. My ex-wife.

- Here, can I quote you on that?
- Go away.

Here we go.

- What do we have?
- You tell me, man.

Let's get this out of here.

Anybody got anything?

- Okay, anybody seen my partner?
- He went that way.

- May be something over here.
- Put some sand in.

- You want me to go with you?
- He's my partner. I’ll dig him up.

- Give me your flashlight.
- Not issued down here.

- Terrific.
- Hey, Sarge! Don't get lost.

George?

Hey, George.

Come out, wherever you are.

Okay, George, cut the comedy.
We got work to do.

George?

Damn! Damn it, George!

This isn't a rose
garden in here.

Matthew.

I think I found something.

George, you almost found a
bullet right between your spots.

Preliminary report indicates that the
perp was driving a late-model pickup.

- Wheelbase suggests a Yankee.
- Yeah, the Japanese thing. Nice truck.

Soil retention tests
show that it was red.

Okay.

Infrared picked up the
victim's blood in the soil...

probably dripped off the weapon.
You got anything else?

Let's see. Perp was wearing
a 10-and-a-half shoe...

weighs close to 200 pounds
and has an inward toe.

- Like a Newcomer inward toe?
- That would be the obvious deduction.

You mean, one of you guys
is killing you guys?

- Why does that sound so surprising?
- I don't know.

I thought we humans cornered the
market on psychotic behavior.

Isn’t it encouraging how well we are
assimilating into your society?

Hello. Anybody home?

We're in the kitchen.

Sorry I’m late. We got caught up in
a storm tunnel in Little Tencton.

Is there a reason Emily has her
head in a bucket of water?

It's a new game she heard about today
from Jill. Bopping for apples.

- Bobbing.
- Is she having fun?

Well, she's been
at it for hours.

- When does she come up for air?
- When she's captured an apple.

Is there a reason
she's doing this?

She wants to go to a
Halloween party, George.

You know, that pagan
festival they celebrate?

Is that a problem?

They go out after dark,
collecting candies.

- Hi.
- Hello.

Honey, we are not in
Little Tencton anymore.

I am sure she will be
properly supervised and safe.

- I know. It's just....
- What?

It's just that it's
that time of the year.

What about the time of the year?

Well, Moodri's been
reminding us of Tagdot.

You know, The Night of the Screams?
It's that time of the year.

Tagdot. That old myth.

Susan, that is just make-believe. That
is a story. Like Craznie and Gleebhi.

You don't believe in Gleebhi?

- Can I go?
- We're discussing it!

But what are we discussing?
What did Moodri say?

I merely reminded this family
of Tagdot's reign of terror.

Moodri.

I don't think you need to terrorize
this family with ghost stories...

about a madman who cuts
up his own people.

Are they just stories, George?

Can you hear me? Cathy!

Cathy.

Okay, I’m busting down the
door if you don't answer me.

And I have a gun if there's
some psycho in there with you.

I’m okay.

You always scream
when you're okay?

It was just a bad dream.

There's not some guy behind
this door making you say that?

I’d invite you in, but
I’m a little tired.

No, it's okay. I heard you
freaking out and I thought....

I don't know. It's a
crazy neighborhood.

I feel better knowing
that you're nearby.

Sure. Well, if you have another
bad one, I’m just down the hall.

Thank you.

Tagdot is what you
humans call a boogerman.

I don't know what a boogerman is, George.
You mean boogyman?

Oh, yes, that's it.

Well, that's just hunky-dory, George.
All right, here we go.

All Takia Yankees in LA with
the '92 wheelbase run 9,345.

Let's try red.

I re-read the myth last night. It's
deeply rooted in fact. Listen to this.

"Severed hands were
the symbol of Tagdot.

"Throughout the ages, on the
third equinox...." That's now.

"He rose, taking sometimes a
few, sometimes thousands."

Pretty spooky stuff, Sikes.

That book, it got
pictures and everything?

There is an ancient
drawing of Tagdot.

Sikes, I got an idea.

Why don't you get your partner
here to check the mug shots...

to see if he can get a match?

Grow wings and fly away.

All right. Red. Yankee. 1992.

2,394 in LA.

Okay, 200-pound owners.

"The presentation of severed
hands in metal basins...

"became a tradition by Tagdot
followers at ceremonial gatherings."

George, count your spots.

Didn't say nothing.

I’m suggesting that if it's
important to find the hands...

that we focus on a metal basin.

No, George. We're gonna
cross-reference the databanks...

and find out how many 200-pound
Newcomers drive Yankees.

If you think it's a good idea...

I could enter this information
into the case jacket for Macy.

You don't wanna talk about this anymore.
The press is here.

It's just that I think
it could be important.

Look, George. Enough of
this make-believe land.

You're a cop, not a comic book.
This is real.

There are seven Newcomers
we're gonna talk to.

Shake them down, get some alibis.
That's what cops do.

You wanna go ahead and look for
ghosts in your own time, be my guest.

I got other things to do.

What's going on?

I was merely offering an alternative
approach to an investigation.

I’m with you, bro.

I think you should get that report on
Grazer's desk just as soon as you can.

You mind if I take
a look at that?

My brother got this real scary
record of, like, people screaming...

and doors creaking open.

You really like
Halloween, don't you?

Yeah. It's freaky.

I think I’ll do very well in the
bobbing for apples competition.

You'll be great. What
about a costume?

- I think I have got a good idea.
- Great. Surprise me.

- Gotta be scary, though.
- But aren't you going as a pig?

Yeah, a pig from hell.
It's sick.

Big huge ugly teeth. This nose
that's all screwed up. It's gross.

- I’ll think of something very scary.
- The grosser, the better.

Emily, did you hear me?

Yes. I’ll really gross them out.

What's going on?

- Testing, testing.
- Your translator is broken again.

Barely made it through
the last interview.

What say after the next
one we break for lunch?

Sounds like a good idea. I know
a nice little restaurant...

- right around the corner.
- George, I don't eat down here.

- Too rich for the blood?
- Too alive for the fork.

Mr. Paul Revere.

This guy couldn't lift the ax
to cut somebody's hands off.

I was just eating my lunch.
May I offer you something?

No, don't.

Mr. Revere, we understand you drive a '92
Yankee. ls that information correct?

Yes.

We'd like to take a
look at it if we could.

- Run a couple of tests.
- I don't understand.

Come on, George. My translator's
spread all over the hallway.

Mr. Revere, where were you on the
nights of the 27th, 28th, and 29th?

Here. I don't go out much.

- You have somebody to corroborate that?
- I live alone.

I don't have many friends.

I have Clot Sto
Leakian's disease.

It is a bone disorder brought on by the
lack of proper diet on our slave ship.

Mr. Revere, what do you do?

Research for the
Central Library.

- 1-William-152, come in.
- 52. Go.

Detective Macy wants you
Code 3 at the morgue.

- We got another body?
- He didn't say.

Okay, we're on our way. Clear.

- Should we check his car first?
- Macy said Code 3. We'll be back.

I’m not going anywhere.

They found them down at the
old waste disposal dump.

That addendum you put into the
databank really paid off, Francisco.

Couple of giant
metal vats, basins.

And neatly displayed right
in the middle were these.

- Hi.
- Cathy.

What do you know about
a guy named Tagdot?

You okay?

Maybe you better come in.

- If you're in the middle of something...
- No, please. Come in.

There are many legends,
stories about Tagdot.

Our myths were deeply
woven into our culture.

Same here, I guess.

On the slave ship, the
Kleezantsun, Overseers...

they used the
stories against us.

We lived in our bed racks. Thousands
of corridors of bed racks...

stacked a hundred stories high, all
fanning out like spokes on a wheel...

from a central hub.

The Overseers were charged
with maintaining order.

They pumped gas to
keep us submissive.

But submission was
not easy for some.

Since we landed, I’ve heard
that there was a group...

that acclimated themselves to the gas and
tried to organize a revolt on the ship.

Hell, yes, you had to have them
outnumbered, what, a thousand to one?

Ten times that.

That's why they had to strike at
our weakest line of defense...

our minds.

Already vulnerable from the
gas, they twisted our history.

Myths became real.

Overseers became demons...

more dangerous and powerful
than all of us together.

Fear became more
painful than death.

All we had to do to
escape the torture was...

lay back and breathe the gas.

And that's what I did.

I’m sorry.

I always thought that I
was a rational person.

You are.

So why do these dreams still
scare the hell out of me?

Why now?

The Overseers, why the tattoos?

I was told that it
neutralized the gas.

On the ship, it was a symbol
they wore righteously.

Now it's their
scar of damnation.

He left an hour ago?

Oh, no, I wouldn't worry. He's
probably around here somewhere.

Okay, thanks, Susan. What?

Oh, Happy Halloween to you, too.

- You see George?
- Yeah, about an hour ago.

Said he was running down to the
Coroner's office to pick up a report.

Here's the report. Where'd
his little legs take him?

Hey, you know what I bet?

Maybe last night he
read Snow White...

and decided to pick up seven
little midgets for questioning.

Sikes, what the
hell are you doing?

What's it look like I’m doing?

Nothing. Did you see the results of the
toxological reports on those hands?

I’m reading them.

Bernine's a hell of a
fast-acting tranquilizer.

- Nice little wrinkle to work on.
- Yeah.

So get on it.

- I’m thinking now, okay?
- Yes, sometimes that happens.

- Where's your partner?
- What do you think he's thinking about?

Excuse me. I’ve got
some interviews.

I was expecting you.

And why is that?

You didn't look like a man
who was affected by myths.

My fears are more
rooted in reality.

Tagdot is real to many.

So are Overseers.

You found the tattooed hands...

and the myth guided you
to the metal basin.

And reality led me to you.

You drugged your victims first?

Just a dart.

Just enough to immobilize them.

I preferred to see
them bleed to death.

I’m arresting you for the murders
of four unidentified Newcomers.

Overseers.

And I have the names of all the
Kleezantsun l exterminated.

They were very
carefully researched.

- You have the right to remain silent.
- No one has the right to remain silent!

No one has the right to
forget about the atrocities.

And no one has the right to take
the law into his own hands.

Are you our future, George?
Tempered by laws we didn't write.

Forgetful about the
hell they created.

- I haven't forgotten.
- You have!

You don't remember your parents
that were torn from you.

Did you lose one, George?

Is there a child they
want you to forget?

I haven't forgotten!

If you do this, there's
no one to take my place.

There's no one to
see justice done.

And the butchers' only retribution
will be to walk freely among us.

The humans can never
share the horror...

the Overseers created for us.

How can they possibly write
laws to exterminate them?

These things must be
done among ourselves.

I went back to Slagtown alone
and finished the interviews.

I’m sorry. I had some
business to take care of.

I don't give a rat's ass if you had a
hot hum all set up with the old lady.

You don't just take off when
we've got things to do.

- I’m sorry.
- Those hands had tattoos.

- That's got to mean something.
- Yes, perhaps.

Damn it, George, I could use
a little more from you.

I’m only on this task force
'cause you're from outer space.

Yes, I remember.

I know who I am.

I know what I am and
where I came from.

Now perhaps we can move past that and
focus on the case we are assigned to.

I’m not taking you away from it.

Do you have any leads you
want me to follow up on?

Yeah, I got a few.

Fine. Go ahead.

Adam Clayton Powell, 1356 Fourth Street.
Drives a '92 Yankee.

- Said he was....
- Moocteebuti.

Yeah, some kind of prayer thing.

Moocteebuti is a spiritual
centering for those who have...

- recently been blessed with child.
- Yes, the guy was beefing me all the way.

Was there a newborn
in the apartment?

I don't know. There was
something screaming.

He's not a suspect.
What else do you have?

I was there. I was looking
at his spots, you weren't.

- I say we lean on him.
- Do you have anything else?

Hey, I don't know what kind
of bug crawled up your ass...

but I think you ought to go
somewhere and pull it out.

Hey, George, what is it?

What is what?

You look a little beat. Maybe you
should knock off for the day.

You look a little beat. Maybe you
should knock off for the day.

I will, thank you.

Hey, George.

Happy Halloween.

- Oh, George, there you are.
- What's the matter?

I called you at the office.
You weren't there.

What is it? Emily,
are you all right?

I just wanted to scare people.

This is the costume she decided
to wear to the Halloween party.

You're hurting her!

How did this happen?
Who let her do this?

I did it. I just
wanted to be scary.

She doesn't understand. She only
knows the fear you have for them.

George!

She doesn't remember what
they were, what they did.

Oh, Emily.

Oh, I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry.

I would like to be alone, Moodri.
I need to think.

You need to talk. Let
the thinking out.

The weight on your shoulders
might grow a little lighter...

I didn't know there was so much
hatred in me for the Kleezantsun.

- Their evil gave birth to legends.
- Their evil is real.

And should never be forgotten.

George, they will all disappear in time.
That's not what matters.

The Tagdot and his armies are
gone and will never return.

But the evil vile spirit the Tagdot had
within him, is within all of us...

even you and me.

What we must do is fight it.

With stories? Myths?

Our myths, our legends, are
rooted in truth, young man.

They have survived to remind us of
who we are, where we have to go...

and the standards
we should live by.

Okay, keep it going.

Johnson, you stay on the staircase.
We ready?

Yes. Let's move.

Okay. We missed him.

He is out there.

It's his last night. His
Night of the Screams.

He's catalogued
dozens of Overseers.

So what does that mean?

We'll be picking up a gross
of hands tomorrow morning?

He knows his time
is running out.

He doesn't need to mislead us
with the Tagdot legend anymore.

His mission will be one
of quick execution.

Sounds like a fun night.

He is a driven man. An avenger.

You got anything, any
kind of a hit list...

or something that might tell
us where he's starting?

This could be helpful.

Addresses of about 15 Newcomers.

Apparently that's how he
spends most of his days.

Researching,
digging, confirming.

And then this little crippled
guy goes out and hacks them up?

Don't underestimate the
strength of my people...

especially one with conviction.

This document is a
record of his actions.

If the Overseers aren't where
they are supposed to be...

he moves on quickly to
his next rendezvous.

Like a cheap nickel-and-dimer.

One liquor store looks too hard,
he moves to the easier hit.

All right. Let's bring
him to our liquor store.

Miller, get on the horn.

I want you to round up every one
of these guys on this list.

Every one except these two.

Edward G. Robinson of
Fifth and Grand...

and John Paul Sartre
here in Little Tencton.

Okay, we'll take Sartre. You
wanna stick with Robinson?

All right.

You're using them as bait?

You got a problem with that?

If it helps us catch
a killer, no.

Matthew.

I should have arrested Mr.
Revere.

I intend to include my error
in a report to Captain Grazer.

Save the paperwork, George.
So far, no harm, no foul.

Yes, but I’m sorry.

And I owe you an apology.

You're not a machine, George.

You got a gut. Sometimes it kicks you into
feeling things you're not sure about.

These Overseers, they have a
nice life on your spaceship?

They were rewarded well for delivering
slaves around the Nouvaxi Boen Range.

Yeah, well, this Sartre isn't exactly
living in a palace on this planet.

Number three. Should
be down here.

Do you think we're too late?

Let's go.

Jean Paul Sartre.

Is he here?

You want to protect him?

That's the plan, lady.
ls he here?

Why do you want to protect him?

I am a police officer.

You were cargo.

And your husband is Kleezantsun.
I’m well aware of that.

Look, lady, tell us were he is,
or ID him later at the morgue.

He doesn't need your help.

Fine. Let's get out of here.

Matt.

Our job requires us to
protect your husband.

I know what he is.

I despise what he did to us on the
ship, and forgiveness is impossible.

But, if you do not
cooperate with us...

I will arrest you for
obstructing justice.

I will throw you in
a hole downtown...

and prosecute you as far
as the law will allow me.

Now, where is your husband?

I got $10 that says we find this
guy face-down in a muskrat pie.

- 1-William-152, come in.
- 52. Go.

Detective Macy reports Edward
Robinson uncooperative...

- and placed in protective custody.
- How long ago?

- He pulled into the station at 10.:32.
- Twenty minutes.

- 52. Roger.
- Matt.

A red Yankee. Hasn't
been here very long.

1-William-152 requesting backup
at the Palace Theater...

at Grant and Thomas.

- That wasn't from there.
- Balcony.

- He's going to kill him!
- Where are they?

Up there. He's got a gun.

Get those people out of here.
Turn on the lights.

And turn off that damn movie!

Freeze! Police!

He's crazy. He's trying to kill me.
We gotta get out of here.

Shut up!

Stop right there!

Put the gun down, Paul.

You know I can't do that.

If you don't put the gun
down, I will have to fire.

He's Kleezantsun!

Put the gun down!

Are you going to arrest me?

On four counts of murder.

- Who'll complete my work?
- What you're doing, it's wrong.

Exterminating the exterminators?
It has to be done.

Not if it means
becoming like them.

It's over! Put it down.

My work cannot be accomplished
if I am behind bars.

And if I can't do my work...

what good am I?

No!

Funny little man, wasn't he?

Yeah, well, I’ll be downstairs,
Code 4-ing that backup.

It's all right, Matt.

Think they're complicated,
but they're so simplistic.

He was about to
blow your face off.

You don't know those people. They
were bred to lick our boots.

I’m sorry you have
to work with one.

I guess I don't know them.

But I know me.

Sorry you had to settle
for second best.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- How did it go?
- Great.

The human children were very impressed
with Em's ability to bob for apples.

So she made some friends?

Yes. And she ate three pounds of
candy, and she scared herself silly...

and she went to bed
with a stomachache.

This Halloween is fun?

She said it was the best
party she'd ever been to.

What about you? You
look very tired.

Yeah, it has been
difficult, but it is over.

I’m glad.

Not too sure I understand
this Halloween ritual.

The humans don't understand
many things about us, yes...

but, in time, they will.

Trick or treat!

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