19x20 - Fire in the Sky

[bunniefuu]

[DISTANT BIRD CALLING]

Are we almost there?

Should be just beyond these trees.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

The newest member of our
Astronomical Society. Welcome.

[ROBERTS]: Thank you, Mr. Grant.

Ah, the detective tells me

you've been to the Dominion Observatory.

Yes, I have. It was incredible.

The Dominion?

I wish it wasn't all
the way up in Ottawa.

We only have the old
Cooke telescope here.

Mr. Grant.

How is your work on radio
position signals coming along?

I've made some great strides, but

that's all I can say.

[GRUNTS]

Oh! Uh, allow me.

- [MURDOCH LAUGHING]
- Thank you.

Ah. There.

Are you a new member?

Yes. My name is Macy.

Oh. Lovely.

Are you an astronomy student?

In a way.

I find it fascinating. [CHUCKLING]

[ROBERTS]: The procession!

Look! Look at that.

- [CROWD GASPING]
- Oh, wow.

I told you. I was right!

Incredible! I still can't believe it!

I lost track of all of the meteors.

Do you think it reached
the Atlantic Ocean?

What's that?

[UNSETTLING MUSIC]

It's a man.

He's naked.

Sir, who has a blanket?

[MURMURING]

Sir.

Here.

He's covered in some sticky substance.

Sir?

Are you all right?

Who are you?

Are you Earthlings?

Yes.

Then they must have sent me back.

Back from where?

Up there.

In outer space.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[THEME MUSIC]

What's the last thing that you remember?

Darkness.

Noise.

You're not gonna believe this,

but I always knew this would happen.

That you would be taken by Martians?

I don't know where they were from...

only that they took me
up there to be with them.

Can you tell us your name?

They must have wanted to
tell me my work was important.

What is your work?

I have to put it in terms
that you will understand,

but right now...

[SIGHS] I'm so tired, travelled so far.

What is that substance he's covered in?

I don't know, but I took
a sample for analysis.

Sir.

Is it true? Is this
man from outer space?

No, Henry! He is not.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[WATTS]: You said he
broke in this morning?

He didn't k*ll me, but
he may as well have.

Took every cent I had.

- I'm finished.
- Hm. Tell me exactly what happened.

Well...

I opened up the door for the day.

A man rushed in, hat pulled down

and a sack covering his face.

He wa... He was wearing gloves.

Do you remember how tall he was?

No.

A little taller than you...

with a deep voice.

And you reported that he was armed?

Yeah. He waved a g*n in my face.

I said, "Wait. The money's in the safe,"

uh, but I didn't move
fast enough for him.

Fired off a shot.

Oh!

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

I only go to the bank once a month.

All the money I had was in that safe.

Looks like a .44-calibre b*llet.

Well, I don't know about g*ns,
but cigars, on the other hand.

- Interested?
- Ah... Well, no.

I've got the best cigars in Toronto.

No, thank you. [SNIFFS]

Mr. Korman. I'll be in touch.

- Oh.
- Oh.

This'll give you a taste for it.

Ah.

Hm.

[SIGHS] Detective.

You claim you were taken
by extraterrestrials.

Yes. Um...

I was on a rooftop, and then
I woke up in total darkness.

Then I heard, uh...

[MIMICS GHOSTLY WHIRRING]

What were you doing in that field?

Did you predict the meteor procession?

No.

But perhaps it was their...

their ships appearing as meteors.

Can you tell us about your work?

You claim these beings
wanted you to share it.

Yes. Yes, yes.

Yes, uh, I-I've observed red shift

in all save three of the
fifteen spiral nebulae.

What does this red shift mean?

All matter in the universe,

stars, the planets, this building,

will be torn apart.

I see.

You think I'm mad? Well...

I've discovered the key to the
beginning and ending of all things.

I need to speak to the newspaper.

Perhaps we'll hold off on that. Sir?

[CLEARS THROAT]

I'm going to speak with some friends

- at the university Physics Department.
- Mm.

One of their professors
may have become troubled.

Good thinking.

Oh! Sir.

Henry, please take
this man's fingermarks

and see if it matches any on record.

Will do, sir.

I ran into Detective Watts this morning.

Oh.

There was an armed robbery
just down the street

from the Star Bright,
Korman's tobacconist.

Why would anyone rob that store?

There couldn't be more than
ten dollars in the till.

Maybe someone was
trying to send a message.

I hope you aren't saying I
had anything to do with that.

I have nothing to do with g*ns.

Is he on your rounds?

Korman's been paying two dollars a month

into the community
fund, like everyone else.

And I haven't been asking him for more.

Because you told me you were
going to stop extorting businesses.

I've kept my word.

Want to believe you, Ephraim.

But with everything that
has happened this year...

I know what this is about.

You're upset.

Your fiancé, or should I say ex-fiancé,

told you he was staying
in Boston for good.

How do you know that?

Isaiah and I have mutual friends.

Oh.

Miss Hart.

I apologize if I'm
interrupting something.

I was just leaving. Detective.

I have a sample for you to analyze.

Where did this come from?

Someone claims that it
is from another planet,

but I have reason to believe that
it is from right here on Earth.

Interesting. Leave it with me.

- Thank you, Miss Hart.
- Hm.

[CURIOUS MUSIC]

Constable Roberts!

I've said you can call me Teddy.

I can hardly shout a colleague's
Christian name in the street.

How are you, Miss Berger?

Constable McNabb told me about
the man who came from space.

He also took great delight in telling me

the man was found naked.

Yes. He claimed he fell
from one of the meteors we saw.

- Did you see them?
- No. I was asleep.

Incredible!

I saw them through Detective
Murdoch's telescope.

Be that as it may, surely
you don't believe this man.

The Inspector said to keep an open mind.

One should have some common sense.

I could never take a man seriously

who entertains such wild ideas.

Yes. Of course.

Say, there's a movie
playing at the theatorium.

The one about ancient Rome.

I might attend. It looks... edifying.

I was thinking of going tonight.

I might go tomorrow.

- Oh! We could...
- I hope you enjoy it, Constable.

Good day.

[CURIOUS MUSIC]

Roberts!

What took you so long?

I'm so hungry I could eat a horse.

I was talking with Miss Berger outside.

Oh. I see.

Where is he?

Oh, the spaceman? In
Detective Murdoch's office.

He wanted to make a telephone call.

- To whom?
- A newspaper.

Does Detective Murdoch
know he's doing that?

The man survived flying in outer space.

Who am I to stop him using a telephone?

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Detective Murdoch.

We've just been charting
the meteor's path.

We've heard of sightings
from Minnesota and New York.

Even a steamship near
Barbados saw the procession.

That-that is very interesting,
but I've actually come

about the man that we
found here on the ground.

Oh, yes. Is he still addled?

Well, he refuses to give us
his name, or where he lives.

I've thought about taking
him to the asylum, but...

Take who to the asylum?

One of my students?

They are a mad bunch.

Detective Murdoch, this is Dr. Boys,

the head of the Physics Department.

Dr. Edmond Boys.

I-I read the paper you co-authored

with Dr. Einstein about
the cosmological constant.

Ah, yes. My coefficient,

accounting for gravity in Albert's
equations of our static universe.

Uh, my good friend George Crabtree

- once suggested to Dr. Einstein...
- [SCOFFS]

Let me guess.

He gave him the idea
for general relativity?

Lots of chaps say that.

Detective Murdoch is
trying to figure out

where that man we found came from.

The one who said he'd
been in outer space?

Mad as a box of frogs.

Be that as it may,

uh, how did he know about
the meteor procession?

Or that we would be there?

Good question.

He also said he observed
redshifts in the spiral nebulae.

He sounds like an astronomer.

He also claimed he
was taken by Martians.

He should be in an asylum.

I'll ask around, Detective.

See if any of the other physics
departments have anybody missing.

Very good.

I do have a moment to, uh,

look at how you've
charted the procession.

Right this way, Detective.

It's a pleasure, Dr. Boys.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Sir. I collected the, uh,
unknown man's fingermarks

and cross-referenced them.
I couldn't find a match.

Hm. Well, keep at it. And
contact other constabularies

to see if they have any missing men

- matching his description.
- Consider it done, sir.

Uh, where is the man exactly?

He's upstairs, sir.

I asked you to keep him downstairs.

Sir, I tried. He said he does not

recognize earthly authority.

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

Sir? Hello?

- When did you see him last?
- Uh, about an hour ago, sir.

[CLATTERING]

Oh!

[BUZZING]

- Sir, what are you doing?
- Not now, Detective.

What is all this?

Looks like part of my radio
connected to my transmitter!

Yes, yes. I'm busy.

- Can't you see I'm busy?
- What are you doing?

Answer me!

I'm signalling them.

I want them to come take me back.

You want to go back to outer space?

I wasn't just taken up there.

I'm an extraterrestrial.

And I want to go home!

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

What makes you believe you
were born on another planet?

I've always been different.

I understand mathematics
and physics like no one else.

I see new paths through old problems.

That makes you highly intelligent,

not extraterrestrial.

I was a sickly child.

I grew up in an orphanage.

I would cry myself to
sleep, feeling unwanted,

'til Sister Blanche told me my secret.

And what was that?

She found me in a field

after I had fallen from a sh**ting star.

You know that's not possible.

I know.

Yeah.

She didn't know that
stars were too far away,

that it must have been a meteor.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Ah, Roberts.

What's all this about
a man from outer space?

The detective and I
found him in a field, sir.

Why does this newspaper say he
landed at this station house?

He called the newspaper himself.

Hm. I'm surprised Miss
Cherry's not leading the charge.

She did telephone.
She's in Port Credit

reporting on a strike
and said she's furious

- she didn't get the exclusive.
- Oh, is she now. Hm.

- Good day, sir.
- Ah, Murdoch.

What do you know about
this man from outer space?

I am struggling to determine
who he is and where he lives.

What you should do is get him
a one-way ticket to the asylum.

I-I'm not so sure.

I-I feel as though there
is more to this man's story.

Is he here?

- Who?
- The spaceman. Joseph Sutter.

- You know him?
- Sounds like him.

He rented a room in my
building three weeks ago,

then just disappeared.

Uh, when did you see him last?

This past Sunday.

And when I read about him in the paper,

I packed up his things straight away.

I do not need his type
around my building.

- His type?
- Spacemen.

I don't want them around me.

Hm. What else can you
tell us about Mr. Sutter?

Only that he seemed obsessed
with planets and moons.

I didn't understand any of it.

- Until now.
- The man's a crackpot.

Good riddance to him.

Well, at least now we know his name.

Joe Sutter from Space.

There's a letter to Mr. Sutter...

sent by Alan Grant.

- You know him?
- Yes. He-he's...

He was with us when we found Mr. Sutter.

It's from the university...

saying that he should
stop sending his work

to the Physics Department.

Bit of a coincidence they
were corresponding, isn't it?

Certainly is.

It's a .44. Don't sell
many of these anymore.

- Why not?
- Hm.

Most people prefer the
smaller calibre these days.

What type of g*n uses these b*ll*ts?

Well, most popular would
be a Remington 1890.

Do you remember a customer
who bought .44s lately?

Um. Huh.

My customers are good people. Sportsmen.

I wouldn't want to
get anyone in trouble.

I pried this b*llet out of a store wall.

- It was fired during a robbery.
- Hm. You don't say.

- Hm.
- You do keep records

of your customers, don't you,
Mrs. Walker, as required by law?

Of course.

But I can tell you I sold
a box of those last week.

First box I've sold in a long while.

To whom?

Mr. Ephraim Currant.

But don't tell him I told you that.

Did you know the man
you sent the letter to

was the same man we found in the field

- the night of the meteor procession?
- I had no idea.

He sent us an envelope last week

filled with barely legible equations,

but I never met him.

Right. And, uh, did you
look at any of his work?

Well, I showed it to Dr. Boys,

and he told me to throw the papers away.

So I sent that reply to be kind.

Right. Uh, I've brought
some of Mr. Sutter's work.

I've only just begun studying it,

but it's very interesting.

Are you talking about the man
who sent us his scribblings?

Yes. The man who sent you his work

is the same man we found the night

of the meteor procession.

Oh. Poor fellow.

He couldn't find anyone
to take his work seriously,

so he concocts a story about
travelling in outer space.

Detective Murdoch thinks

there might be something
to Mr. Sutter's work.

Does he?

You're hardly an expert,
Detective. No offense.

None taken.

Alan, you threw out what
he sent you, correct?

Ah, yes, Dr. Boys.

I suggest you do the same, Detective.

Do you understand Sutter's work?

Uh, to a degree.

Uh, Mr. Sutter has observed red
light shifts in distant galaxies.

But he has also worked
out distance correlations,

uh, based on the period-luminosity

- relation of-of variable stars...
- In English.

Mr. Sutter has proven that
the universe is expanding.

This has immense ramifications

to our understanding of the beginnings

and the end of the entire universe.

So he's right?

All matter will be torn apart?

Well, yes, possibly.

But in billions of years.

So why did Sutter tell the newspaper

that our destruction was imminent?

I don't know.

His underlying theory is sound,

but perhaps he's just found
it all too overwhelming.

- Hm.
- [PHONE RINGING]

Detective Murdoch.

Where is the Martian?

Mr. Sutter is in the cells.

So you locked him up?

Oh, he asked to rest there.
He's not under arrest.

I don't understand why you lot

are letting him stay
at the station house.

Send him on his way.

Are you so very sure that
he isn't telling the truth?

Right. Thank you, Miss Hart.

Hm.

That mysterious membrane
that was covering Mr. Sutter

- is comprised of baking soda, gelatin...
- A fraud.

And traces of a metallic element

that Miss Hart has
been unable to identify.

- Is it not of this Earth?
- [BRACKENREID SCOFFS]

She doesn't seem to think so.

Mr. Sutter's either
playing an elaborate game,

or something beyond our understanding

has happened to him.

I may have something

that could show us where the truth lies.

[SIGHS] I don't know
why you're asking me

about that robbery.

Your name came up in my investigation.

Who pointed me out?

I was asked to not name the
person for fear of reprisal,

which only increases my suspicion.

That's ridiculous.

One person said my name.

What proof is that?

The type of g*n likely
used in the robbery

is one I'm told you
own, a Remington 1890.

Yeah, well. It was my father's.

But I've never shot it.

And I've never
threatened anyone with it.

Doesn't look good, Mr. Currant.

The robbery was yesterday
morning, correct?

Yes. At eight o'clock.

I spent the night up in the Junction.

At eight o'clock, I was
waiting for the streetcar

at Dundas and Keele.

Some politician was
shaking hands on the street.

Do you know anyone who can
attest to your whereabouts?

No.

You'll have to come with me to
the station house, Mr. Currant.

[CHOI]: And this measures what, exactly?

The pneumograph measures
changes in physiology.

- Hm.
- If a subject lies,

it will activate this needle

and in turn measure changes
in breathing, heart rate.

Did you invent this, Detective?

I merely reworked existing technology.

And this machine will tell you

if I'm speaking the truth.

Let me save you the trouble.

I am.

Shall we?

[WHIRRING]

All right.

Is your name Joseph Sutter?

Yes.

It's true.

What is your age?

Forty-two.

And where were you born?

I do not know.

I was raised at the Sisters of
Blessed Saints Orphanage in Trenton.

But I do know that I was
not born on this planet.

Were you taken by beings

not of this Earth

prior to my finding you in the field?

Yes.

They were from another planet.

As am I.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Also true.

Constable Roberts.

I thought you were seeing
this movie yesterday.

I've decided to come today.

Here's a free seat.

Miss Berger. Constable.

[SCOFFS]

I suppose it appears as
though the constable and I are

- on a date.
- Yes, it does.

Well, we just ran into each other.

Oh, don't worry, Miss Berger.

There's no fine for being on a date.

- Oh, but we...
- [MOVIE PATRON]: Shh!

[DRAMATIC MUSIC STARTS]

[INAUDIBLE]

[DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC]

He passed your Truthizer
test with flying colours.

Indeed.

We can be certain Mr. Sutter believes

he was taken to outer space.

But there is another possibility.

Oh?

Someone abducted him

and somehow made him believe

- that he was taken by extraterrestrials.
- Hm. That may be.

But, for now, he doesn't have
any money, or anywhere to go.

And he can't stay here.

He needs to be taken to the asylum

until I can find more information.

But if they want me back,
how will I get to them?

Mr. Sutter, what you
need is a good, long rest

in a place where you can get some help.

We believe it's what's best for you.

- Joseph Sutter?
- Yes?

Take this, you traitor!

- [GRUNTS]
- Oh!

Murdoch, get him!

Constables, quickly!

You're lucky you only
injured Mr. Sutter.

Now, start talking.

What's there to say?

You're a human, right?

From planet Earth?

So, you understand.

No. No, I don't.

Why don't you tell me why
you chose to stab Mr. Sutter.

Well... he's a traitor
to the human race!

He put out a welcome
mat for those Martians.

They can control your mind.

They can destroy the whole planet.

[SNAPS] Like that!

Did you have something to do
with Mr. Sutter's disappearance?

Uh, what do you mean?

When they took him to space?

Men from Mars, or the Moon, or-or Venus

- do not exist.
- [EXHALES]

Someone, from Earth,

took Mr. Sutter.

Was it you?

I never laid eyes on
the man before today.

I only read about him in the paper.

I see.

For all we know,

he's working with them.

The people of Earth,
they should thank me.

[UNSETTLING MUSIC]

Detective Murdoch.

Please pardon the interruption.

Doctor was just showing me
something quite interesting.

I'd like you to see it.

I was just telling Mr. Sutter

that when I was stitching up his wound,

I was surprised the knife
didn't puncture his liver.

And you've taken an X-ray?

- Yes, it's a new machine...
- I believe the detective

is familiar with the machine.

- I saw one in his office.
- Oh! I see.

If you'll just take a look right here.

Doctor, am I...?

Are Mr. Sutter's organs reversed?

I've been trying to tell you, Detective.

I was not born on Earth.

They made me as a mirror copy of a man.

You both don't believe me.

No one believes me.

[DISTANT BELL RINGING]

The bell. The bell!

He told me he heard that
bell while he was abducted.

I tried to tell him it
was a streetcar bell.

Is that right?

Uh, what other sounds
did you hear, Mr. Sutter?

The closest thing would
be a whistle and a roar,

almost like children shouting.

Could those have been factory sounds?

No. Of course not!

You mock me! Enough! No!

Mr. Sutter, don't move. You'll
rip the stitches from your wound.

- I want to leave!
- Nurse!

- Get me out of here!
- Detective, if you don't mind.

You've come to gloat.

Well, that's not quite my style.

Admit it...

you're enjoying this a little bit.

It's always a shame when someone
is wrongfully incarcerated.

So you do believe me?

I know you had nothing
to do with that robbery.

[SIGHS]

If only the police knew that, too.

What if I had proof?

Of your innocence.

Then give it to the detective.

- Get me out of here.
- Well, now, not so sure.

It seems to me that I have
more than just evidence.

I have a bargaining chip.

[SCOFFS]

What do you want in return?

Your word that you will stop

any ill*gal activity

that you carry out
with my name attached.

- I've already told you that I've stopped!
- I don't believe you, Ephraim!

Why would someone want to frame you?

Fine. From here on out,

I won't be taking anything from anyone,

other than collecting on bar tabs.

Why should I trust you?

Because you want me to
be a better man, Violet.

And I will be.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Bloody hell. Reversed organs?

- Maybe proof that he was a Martian.
- Hm.

Situs Inversus. It's
rare, but it is documented.

Well, at least you found the
man who tried to k*ll him.

Why do I get the feeling that
you're not letting this case go?

Sir, I think I may know a way

to find out where Mr. Sutter

was being kept while he was abducted.

How do you plan on doing that?

When I visited him in the hospital,

he spoke of sounds that he heard

while he was with "them."

- What kind of sounds?
- A factory whistle, a streetcar bell,

and children shouting.

A factory and a school
on a streetcar route.

- Exactly.
- How about here?

St. Christina's Elementary
right across the street

from Crane's Vinegar Manufacturer.

There's no streetcar line on the map.

Yes there is. It's new.

You're right, sir.

The Toronto Civic Railway's
newest line is on Gerrard Street.

I may not know much about the heavens,

but I do know this city.

I didn't realize there were so many
abandoned warehouses on Gerrard.

We don't even know
what we're looking for.

Maybe that.

Is that his ship?

No. No, his ship would
have burnt up on reentry.

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

No, this isn't a ship.

Look, these may be his clothes.

Sir, I-I believe he was kept here.

Hm.

What's this?

Looks like a radio proximity sensor.

[BUZZING, WHIRRING]

Two antennas connected to an amplifier.

[SIGHS]

Mr. Sutter told us he
heard otherworldly sounds.

[GHOSTLY WHIRRING]

Sir, I believe someone
has gone to great lengths

to convince Mr. Sutter that he
was amongst extraterrestrials.

Do you know who could have
made a device like this?

I believe I do.

Monday morning at eight o'clock?

Yes. You'll see Mr. Currant at
the corner of Dundas and Keele.

It's quite a coincidence
that you saw this.

Well, I go to the pictures every week.

It helps take my mind off my troubles.

And do you have many troubles lately?

Involving Mr. Currant?

Why do you ask?

Because I think he was set up.

And I'm unsure why.

The shop owners lied?

They must have known
he owned a Remington.

So, it could all just be
a big misunderstanding.

Indeed.

Thank you, Miss Hart.

Glad I could help.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- Mr. Grant is not here.
- Hm.

That antenna machine
is likely Mr. Grant's.

But what about the unidentified metal

in the goo he used to
cover Mr. Sutter in?

He could have stolen it from
the university's chemistry lab.

- Hm.
- Perhaps they have an element

- that we don't know of yet.
- Hm.

Uh, sir.

I believe I've found Mr. Grant.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

He's cold. He's been here for a while.

That capacitor has a
fair bit of blood on it.

It must've been used to k*ll him.

Hopefully, there are fingermarks.

Uh, perhaps Mr. Sutter
realized that Mr. Grant

was behind his abduction
and exacted his revenge.

- Sirs.
- All right. Thank you.

I've talked to the head of the
university Chemistry Department.

He said he noticed a sample
of hafnium missing last week.

Mm. What is hafnium?

Oh. The professor said
it was just discovered.

It's a metallic element of some kind.

- Hm.
- And I'm sorry.

I don't know much about chemistry, sir.

Hm. Neither do I.

Fascinating stuff, though.

Were there any fingermarks
on the capacitor

used as the m*rder weapon?

- Unfortunately not, sir.
- Hm.

The hospital just told me

that Mr. Sutter left
early in the morning.

Giving him time to k*ll Mr. Grant.

Where would he be now?

The only other place I can think of

is his former apartment.

Excuse me.

[SIGHS]

I must confess,

I'm a bit disappointed that our spaceman

is most definitely from Earth.

This time.

I'm still keeping an open mind, sir.

Hm.

Have a seat.

Why was I brought here?

The constable wouldn't say.

Do you two know each other?

Yes. We both own stores
in the same neighbourhood.

Ah. I see.

Did you apprehend the
man who robbed my store?

I did not,

because I'm not sure that
your store was ever robbed.

[CHUCKLING] What do you mean?

I've spoken to your
suppliers, Mr. Korman.

Two were paid yesterday
and your bank claims

that you make deposits every three days.

Not once a month, as you said.

I-I don't know what
this has to do with me.

I was getting to you, Mrs. Walker.

Why did you tell me
that the only .44 b*ll*ts

you've sold lately
were to Ephraim Currant?

I was sure it was him.

Well, we have film evidence that

Mr. Currant was on
the other side of town

at the time of the robbery.

I don't know anything about that.

You knew Mr. Currant owned a Remington.

And, for some reason, you
both were trying to frame him.

- Now wait just a minute...
- My question now is why?

Mr. Korman, I could arrest you

for making a false police report.

And Mrs. Walker, I'm willing to guess

that you helped Mr. Korman.

Perhaps you loaned him a Remington?

I'm not saying another word.

Neither am I.

- Mr. Sutter.
- Detective.

I-I'm here to speak with
you about Alan Grant.

He was found dead this
morning in his office.

What?

Why?

It may have something
to do with the fact

that he abducted you
and made you believe

that you'd been taken
by extraterrestrials.

[SCOFFS] That's impossible.

A radio device that Mr. Grant made

was found at the place
where they kept you,

along with your clothes.

But I wasn't abducted by Mr. Grant.

I was up there in the sky.

Did you realize that
Grant was behind this hoax?

That's why you left the hospital,

so you could confront him?

No! I left because
they thought I was mad.

My landlady just gave
me a letter that arrived

early this morning from Mr. Grant.

What does it say?

He looked at the papers I sent,

after you mentioned they
might have some worth.

And you were right, he said.

- May I see it?
- Of course.

He didn't destroy your work

as he was instructed by Dr. Boys.

Must've been furious.

My findings prove that
Dr. Boys' coefficient

is completely erroneous.

I am sorry about Mr. Grant.

I don't know why he was k*lled.

But no one on Earth abducted me.

I was up there.

I'm afraid you were not up in space.

Don't you see,

it was all a ruse to discredit you.

I'm sorry, Mr. Sutter.

You're wrong, Detective.

They are up there!

I'm one of them!

I know I am.

I found the place where
Mr. Sutter was being kept...

whilst he believed himself
abducted by extraterrestrials.

Joseph Sutter?

Did he squirrel himself
away somewhere? [CHUCKLES]

No.

No, you took him.

Me?

What are you talking about?

Mr. Sutter sent you his work,

work that proved your theories false.

So you set out to discredit him.

I suggest the constabulary

keep to the m*rder of Mr. Grant

and stop worrying over that spaceman.

I'm getting to the m*rder.

Alan Grant examined Mr. Sutter's work

and he saw that it was grounded in fact.

Alan...

wasn't my best student.

I also examined Mr. Sutter's work.

You couldn't possibly
understand any of it, Detective.

I understand enough to know
that the cosmological constant

that you and Dr. Einstein
have been working on is wrong.

No.

No, no, no. I am going to
win a Nobel Prize for that.

Now get out.

To discredit Mr. Sutter's proof,

you pushed an intelligent

but otherwise emotionally
unstable man over the edge

by making him believe he'd been
taken by creatures from space.

He's mad.

No one will listen to him now.

Alan Grant brought you Mr. Sutter's work

because he saw its worth.

And you k*lled him.

He wouldn't listen to me.

He was going to send
it all to Dr. Einstein.

Dr. Boys, you are
under arrest for m*rder.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[LIVELY MUSIC]

- I can't do that.
- Yes, you can.

Go to Mr. Korman and Mrs. Walker

and tell them you
understand it was a mistake

and there are no hard feelings.

They tried to frame me.

But, even if they did,
can you blame them?

[SIGHS] I'll think about it.

No reprisals, right?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

So, are you going to tell me?

- Tell you what?
- Why those two shop owners

wanted Ephraim Currant
behind bars. [BLOWS]

Well, they said it was
a mistake, didn't they?

There never was a robbery, Violet.

Then I don't know what they were doing.

What reason would they have to lie?

If I knew I would tell you.

And, besides, if Ephraim
was up to no good,

do you think I would keep him around?

[COUGHING]

Horrible.

[COUGHING] Why does anyone smoke these?

- Another glass, perhaps?
- Oh, please.

[COUGHING]

- Oh.
- Oh!

When you think about how
many galaxies are out there

and how many planets
are in those galaxies,

we can't be the only intelligent life.

Well, if that's true,
then where are they?

What do you mean?

Think about it. If outer
space is teeming with life,

then everyone would
have met them by now.

You can call that the
Higgins-Newsome... Paradox.

You can call it what
you want. I've got to go.

Oh! Are you late for a date?

Perhaps with Miss Berger.

No. I think I have a better
chance meeting a Martian.

Well, if you ever have
any trouble with women,

you can always talk to me about it.

I'll keep that in mind.

Goodnight, Henry.

Goodnight, Teddy.

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

Macy. Hello. Come in, come in.

I hope you don't mind.
I just wanted to ask

how Mr. Sutter was doing.

I spoke to him just this evening.

I believe he's thinking of
returning home to Trenton.

And he's promised to get some rest.

He understands he's
not an extraterrestrial?

I-I believe he's coming around.

And his work?

If I may,

why are you so concerned with his work

getting out there to the world?

I just have a feeling

it's of great value,

though I don't understand all of it.

[CHUCKLES]

Would you like to know more?

- I'd love to.
- All right.

Ah, where to start?

- [BUZZING]
- Hello? Hello?

If you can hear me, give me a sign.

[BUZZING]

I don't belong here.

Take me back.

Please.

[LOUD ZAPPING]

[WHOOSHING]

I knew it.

I knew...

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[THEME MUSIC]