Alien Nation

[a group of human Purists have are protesting the admission of a Newcomer student by blocking the school door]

Ms. Purist: They're unnatural. They've already taking too many jobs, our jobs! If we let her in here now, there'll be a hundred more next week.

Protestor: We don't want them mixing with our kids. Their quarantine wasn't long enough. The ACLU got them released too soon. How do we know they're really safe?

Ms. Purist: I say we run them back to Slagtown!

[Matt fires his gun and the crowd falls silent]

Matt: Why stop with running them back to Slagtown, why don't we just kill them?

[fires his gun again]

Matt: Teach them a lesson. Keep them in their place. Keep America pure.

[crowd cheers]

Matt: We don't even need to paint little stars on them to recognize them, do we?

[cheering stops]

Matt: Hell, they'll be easy to round up. Look at them, they stand out even better than the Japs that we threw into concentration camps back in 1942. This will be a piece of cake. And if enough of us get together, it'll almost seem legal, won't it? Put little white pointy sheets on our heads and hang us a few Slags, huh? Let's start with this little one right here.

[takes Emily's hand and winks at her]

Matt: Just 'cause she's an American citizen, that doesn't make her a human being, does it? So what if she's a little brighter than some of our kids? We can beat that out of her. Discourage her enough, she'll give up. So what if she might have come up with a cure for cancer someday? She's not *civilized* like us. So why don't we just put a gun to her head and end it all right here, huh?

[starts offering his gun to the crowd, but no one will take it]

Matt: Come, pull trigger. Come on, take it. Come on!

[to the rally leader]

Matt: How about you, Ms. Purist? I know you want to come pull the trigger. Get down over here! Come on down!

[Ms. Purist doesn't move]

Matt: What, I have to do it myself? Okay.

[cocks the hammer on his gun]

Protestor: No, we don't want her dead. We just want her back where she belongs.

Matt: [uncocks gun's hammer] She belongs *here*.

[holsters his gun and turns to the crowd]

Matt: Aren't you shamed of yourselves?

[faces a black man in the crowd of protestors]

Matt: Aren't *you*?

[the protestors and the teachers come out to meet Matt and Emily]

Matt: Anybody gives this little one any trouble answers to me, got it?

Principal: Yeah, I do.

Matt: [to Emily] You okay?

[Emily nods]

Matt: Good girl. Now, go in there and show them your stuff.

[the teachers take Emily into the school and Matt turns back to the protesters]

Matt: Party's over people. Anybody still here in three minutes will be under arrest for the violation of the Civil Rights Act of 1964.