(ominous music)
(sound of spacecraft flying)
- This world was a harsh and unforgiving place
until
we were saved by our Benefactors.
And though these times be of great challenge,
our Benefactors will guide us through the darkness.
But our young ones deserve better
So if you have any information
that could help authorities find...
- [Homeless Man #1] Lies.
- ... a missing child... - [Man #2] That's what you say.
- Call your local precinct.
Let the innocent escape these times of change...
- Treatin' them kinds no good I was tellin' ya.
- [Man #2] No... (grunts).
- And be given
a better life... - Watch where
you're goin', punk.
- ...a good life,
a pure life.
All hail the Benefactors! - Where's my lighter?
(Sycophant laughing)
(lively music)
(sound of spitting)
- No, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
Stay away from my stand.
- Hey, hey, what are you afraid of, Joe?
- What do you want, Dawkins?
You gotta pay for that.
- I need some smokes.
- And I need an 18-5 Pleasure model.
(Jack chuckling) You still owe me
for the sluggie.
- [Father] Please,
have you seen my son?
- [Man in ad] if you want to live like a man?
- We were jumped by a courier.
They took my son.
- Go tell the cops.
- You are the cops.
- Hey, was a cop, now a dick.
- Oh, that's right.
You're a dick.
- I have credits.
I can pay.
Please.
The police won't take missing child cases anymore.
- Yeah,
well, take a hint.
- You've gotta help me, sir.
- I gotta? - You've gotta-
- I gotta?
New rules, pal,
nobody gotta help nobody.
In fact, if I find your kid,
I just might sell him myself.
- You need the money, Dawkins.
Go on, take the credits.
Talk to my cousin Bates.
- Yeah, I know Bates.
Quick smile, quicker trigger.
- But he sees everything that goes on in the hood.
- You'll help?
- I got a lousy track record, pal,
no promises.
For the drink.
Pleasure doing business with you, Joe.
- You're getting slow, Dawkins,
I saw the chocolate bar.
- [Sycophant in Ad] A pure life.
All hail the Benefactors!
(ominous music)
(sighs)
- Got a smoke?
- Oh man, all out.
How's retired life?
- It's the cats meow.
Bates, I'm looking for some info.
- Hmmmm, oh no, no
- I'm looking for a kid and a courier.
- Hey look man, how 'bout a blaster instead, huh?
Never mind.
Probably can't afford it, right?
Look Dawkins, I know what you want.
You know who else wants what you want?
The Boogeys man,
so I aint fixing the die.
Now next question.
- I need this, Bates.
- Why don't you head on over to "Old Man" Jane's, huh?
- I used to like that old hag.
- No more angels in heaven, huh?
No more, man, no more.
Oh and Bates? - Yeah?
Thanks for the smokes!
- Aww, no problem man.
Thanks for the lighter. (laughs)
(suspenseful music)
(sound of lock picking)
(door creaks)
(bell rings)
- [Woman in ad] Local authorities
have set up additional checkpoints.
- [Sycophant in ad] A pure life.
All hail the Benefactors!
- Dawkins...
- Jane, I was just lookin' for ya.
- You shouldn't be here.
Get out if you know what's good for you.
- I got your favorites, Jane.
(song is heard in background)
(snorts)
- Hmm?
(song continues)
- Be quick.
(taps table)
(clink of glass, shuffling)
- [Philip Spear in Ad] Ride the tiger, ride it.
If you want to live like a man, ride the tiger.
If you want to die like a man, ride the tiger.
(zap off)
- You know, it ain't safe for a kid
to be amblin'.
The Boogeys are gonna get ya.
(scrounging in coat)
You like chocolate?
(song playing in background)
- Back off, dandy, he's my catch.
- Get off 'a him!
(gunshot)
- I told you, mom, no customers.
(sound of large alien Mothership)
- What did you do?
- He called the Boogeys.
(scary music)
(people shouting and screaming)
(sound of alien spacecraft)
(sound of engines firing)
(ominous music)
(whoosh of lights)
(loud metallic sounds)
(loud sound of door opening)
(ominous music)
(heavy set steps)
(heavy breathing)
(metallic sounding music)
- My credits!
What about my credits?
(sound of claws grabbing human)
Aaarrrggh
(man choaking)
(man moans)
- Nooooooooo
(squelching sound)
(scary music)
(heavy set steps)
- Ride the tiger!
[Il Brutto]What does this mean?
It means life,
is like a tiger,
and whether you're on or off
the tiger, it might eat you all the same.
So you may as well ride it.
- Hey asshole
(pounding music)
(sound of alien attacking)
- For my daughter,
you sons-of-bitches.
(music rising in pitch)
(alien screeching)
(sound of explosion)
(crackling sound)
(sound of weapons firing)
- Dawkins, man...
- Don't.
I like it here.
It's the smells...
- Take it.
You've earned it back.
(sighs)
(beating music)
- We've just received reports
of a terrorist attack in borough 11.
Early eye witness accounts
indicate a Benefactor sacrificed his life
attempting to save the life
of an abducted child.
The suspected terrorist,
believed to be disgraced police hero
Jack Dawkins
remains at large.
In response, local authorities have set up
additional check points
to prevent further terrorist attacks.
Meanwhile, millions are expected to gather
to remember the sacrifice
of a great Benefactor.
(end credits music)
(old fashioned song)