05x08 - A Man in Blue

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"Mind On the Road" by Reverend Run
♪ It's time for the show
♪ got my mind on the road

♪ and yo it's time to go!

Thank you.

Thanks for the lift, Woody.

I gotta tell you.

Ever since they pulled her
out of the swamp,

she's been nothing but trouble.

What was it this time?

I tend to glaze over when
mechanics talk about my car.

All I heart was
"manifold" and "$ ".

Now this, Jordan,

this right here is a ride.

Spent the last four weekends
tearing her apart

and rebuilding her from scratch.

Is that right?

Yep.

Bore out the cylinders,

resurfaced the heads,

and swapped out the two
barrel carb with a four barrel.

Sounds like more barrels.

Mmm.

Mmm~

Woo-hoo!

Listen to that kitty purr!

Muy macho.

I like that.

Friend of yours?

License and registration, please.

I'm on the job.

Did you know you parked
in a red zone, Detective?

Spalding, is it? Oh, you're
probably over at, uh, .

You know my good buddy
Will Higgins.

Everybody calls him
"Little Willy".

New policy in effect.
Nobody slides.

Woody, maybe we shoud just
get this over with, right?

I'm not going to
ask you again, Detective.

Now we can do this the easy way
or we can do it the hard way.

Aha. That's a good one.
That is really a good one.

I want to use that.

You gotta give me that speech again
so I can write it down.

Something abou the easy way?

Your lucky day.

Keep in touch!

All available units, code - .

Rabbit on the run.

Gray Dodge Interpid.
All units...

Feeling adventurous?

Let's roll.

Come on, come on!

Oh, come on!
Come on!

Muy muy macho.

Call it in.

This is unit requesting backup.

Corner of Washington and nd.

Spalding.

Oh, man, Spalding.

Okay, just breathe.

All right, Spalding?
Just breathe.

You hear me?

You're gonna be fine.

Breathe, Spalding.

Just breathe, okay?

Breathe.

That's it, breathe.

Stay with me, Spalding.

Spalding, stay with me.

Stay with me.

Is there going to be a wake
for Officer Spalding?

Tonight, : , at his house.

Woody, he took four in the chest,
point-blank range.

Nobody could've saved him.

Any family?

Two kids.
A boy and a girl.

His son is here now.

Two kids without a dad and
we still got a cop k*ller on the loose.

Their Captain asked me to do
grief counseling for the kid,

but he's a tough one to reach.

I think that maybe he might feel
more comfortable talking to a man.

Me?

I don't know what to tell him.

Words don't matter.
You just try to connect.

His name is Jesse.

Hey. Jesse.

I'm Detective Hoyt.

I'm real sorry about your dad.

Is your mom around?

She d*ed.

Cancer.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

You said that already.

I was the last person
to speak with your father

before he d*ed.

He seemed like
a real good man.

Yeah, I guess.

Hey. Hey.

There is no greater hero than
an officer slain in the line of duty.

Don't you ever forget that.

I know what you're going through.

And it's going to
take a lot of time.

But...

it'll get better.

No hairs or DNA.

I'll run the microfibers.

But I'm gussing whoever did this...

was wearing gloves.

Blunt force trauma.

Sure reads crime of passion.

There's plenty of blood
on her clothes,

but not much on the sheet.

So someone beats her violently
night before last

and then wraps her in the sheet.

Throws her in the trunk of a car,

to hours later.

Which means somewhere out there
is a very bloody crime scene.

I heard about your car chase.

You sure you're all right?

Aw, you were worried about me?

Starting to get attached
to you, Cavanaugh.

I tried calling last night.

Oh, I'm sorry. I turned off my phone
so I could get some sleep.

- Aw.
- Oh, sorry. Sorry.

- Do me a favor.
- What?

Next time, you need a lift,
just ask me instead.

I'd rather you weren't out there

racing around with cowboy cops.

- Cowboy...
- Yeah.

Hey.

Hey.

You get a look at the body?

Yeah. Yeah.
No autopsy yet,

uh... but it's pretty clear
she was bludgeoned.

Bug's in Trace.
He can fill you in.

So any word from CSU?

Uh, no.

The car was clean.

No prints.
No blood other than hers.

We got nothing.

Except two orphans.

I got the husband coming in now.

Maybe he'll give us a lead.

Oh, my God.

This can't be happening.

When was the last time you spoke
to your wife, Mr. Radlauer?

Uh...

the day before yesterday.

I called.

I was away on business.

I...

We own a construction company.

Oh, my God.

She's really dead.

She was found in the trunk
of this car last night.

A car she apparently rented.

I don't understand.

Why would she rent a car?
Hers is working fine.

You don't know anything
about this car?

- No.
- This Gray Intrepid?

No.

Whoever did this,
you have got to find them.

Oh, we will.

You see, the man
who k*lled your wife

also k*lled a police officer.

Good cop.

years on this force.

Left two kids with no father.

So don't worry about that.

We'll get him.

Nothing motivates police work
like catching a cop k*ller.

Why don't we talk again
once this investigation

is a little futher along?

And if you have any questions,

please feel free
to call me any time.

Thanks.

Uh, that was fast.

- He did it.
- What?

- You sure?
- All we need now is proof.

What did he say?

It's what he didn't say.

He sat down.
He talked. He cried.

And then he left.
But he never asked how.

You tell somebody their wife d*ed,
it's human nature to ask how,

unless, of course,

you already know.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Let me grab your coat.

Thanks.

- How's our case?
- Progressing.

Four months ago,
the husband, Robert Radlauer,

got an abopve market offer
on their construction company.

He wanted to sell.
She didn't.

It caused friction.

One month later, he took out a $
million life insurance policy on her.

All good.

All circumstantial.

Yeah.

I've talked to friends,
work colleagues.

He's the only one with a motive
and the only one without an alibi.

He's our guy, Renee.
I can feel it.

Don't let your emotions cloud you
on this one, Hoyt.

The last thing we need is
to get prematurely excited.

Pardon my French.

Put him inside that car.

You do that, it's a two-fer.

If he was driving the Intrepid,

we've got him for his wife's m*rder
as well as Officer Spalding.

Hey.

You okay?

Me and Megan are supposed

to live in Baltimore

with that old lady in there.

Never even seen her
before in my life.

My dead grandmother's
sister or something.

Baltimore's a great town.

Yeah?

Why don't you go live there?

Listen, Jesse,

I know this is tough,

but your sister
needs you right now.

You gotta be strong for her.

What the hell makes you think
you're supposed to come in here

and give me advice or something?

If you're such a genius,

why haven't you found
the guy that k*lled my dad?

We think we have.

We just need to prove it.

It's the husband, right?

The husband of Lisa Radlauer.

It's been all over the news, man.

They said he's been questioned.
Why haven't you guys arrested him?

We need evidence.

So get it.

The car is at city impound.

I'll go there first thing in the morning
with a forensics expert

and we will comb through
every fiber,

until we have proof that Robert
Radlauer was driving that car.

What if you don't find it?

We will.

Woody, I want to catch this guy
as much as you do,

but CSU already scoured this thing
with every toy they've got.

Come on, Jordan. We both know that
they miss stuff all the time.

Give me something here.

Jordan.

Jordan, come here.

What is that?

A cell phone in almost plain view.

I got Robert Radlauer's
phone number.

Come on, baby. Please work.
Please work.

Bag it and tag it.

We are sending
a cop k*ller to jail.

Woody, uh, this doesn't
really make sense.

I mean, this thing
was not here yesterday.

Well,

it's here now.

Hey.

Robert Radlauer was
arrested an hour ago.

Woody and some uni's are
searching his place now.

His prints were on the cell.
Cell was in the car.

Sounds like a slam dunk.

It's not air tight, but
it's a good start anyway.

Anything on the body?

Yeah, uh, grains of something
from inside a wound.

Looks like sand.

Could she have been
k*lled on a beach?

No. There wasn't any
on her clothes.

Must've been
on the m*rder w*apon.

The grains are very fine.
Almost identical.

Not exactly like beach sand.

At least not from
this part of the world.

This case is a big deal for Woody.

The two kids and, well...

You must know him
pretty well by now, huh?

We don't actually know each other.

I don't... mean that.

Well, I mean,
you are his shrink, right?

- Ex-shrink.
- Okay.

Well, I guess you would
call me his ex-something.

Actually, I shoud say
ex-almost something.

He's a good guy, Woody,

good heart.

But over these last few months,
I've seen him

get so invested
in a case that he...

maybe we shouldn't be
having this conversation.

We do a thing in psychology.

When a patient's uncomfortable
discussing something,

it can be easier
to talk in theoreticals.

So...

Let's just say you know
a guy named Mike.

I think Mike planted
that cell phone.

We found some very interesting
things in your house, Robert.

Your little black book,
for example.

For a married guy,

you collected quite a few
phone numbers from escorts.

We start talking to
some of these girls,

who knows what
they're going to say.

I've instructed my client
not to speak at this interview.

That's your choice, counsellor.

Personally, I think cooperation
would be a better tact. But...

- if you'd rather go before a judge...
- No problem.

Just forgive me if I smirk a little
when your ass hits the pavement.

Excuse me.

We've got phone numbers.

That'll never see
the light of day.

Fruit of the poisonous tree.

You got the numbers
from inside the house.

You got inside the house
because of the cell.

And the cell phone...

was planted.

This is a police report.

Filed by my client
at : a.m. this morning.

His car was broken into
last night.

His cell phone was stolen.

This is ridiculous.
What are you trying to say?

You broke into his car,

you stole his cell phone,
and you planted it in that rental car.

These are nice sh*ts
of the rental car.

Not so impressive
when compared to these.

CSU photographs of the exact
same angle hours earlier.

No phone.

Not if you want to lay
all this out before a judge...

You really think
you can intimidate me

into letting a guilty man walk?

All due respect, Mrs. Walcott,

you don't have much choice.

You got nothing.

Zip.

You're free to go.

You want to tell me what the hell
just happened here?

Maybe later.

Uh, D... Dr. M,
what do you make of this?

Phone number maybe?

Must've been a very
important number.

It's tattooed on.

Found him on the roof
of the Rossmore building.

d*ed of exposure.

No one knows how or why
he was up there.

Sorry, Miss, I told you
this area is off limits.

Oh, my God.

It's true.

I'm Dr. Macy.

Was the deceased a relative?

My husband.

I'm here to claim the body.

Yeah, of course.

Um,

soon as we're done
with the autopsy.

No, I need the body right away.

I'm sorry, but this could
take a few days.

There's a protocol we follow,

- Mrs...
- Goodson.

Natalie Goodson.
And it can't wait a few days. I've...

I need to bury him right away.

Was your husband Jewish?

Why do you ask?

It's Jewish tradition to bury
loved ones within the first hours.

Yes.

He was Jewish. Uh,

a Rabbi, in fact.

John Henry Smith.

What synagogue was
Rabbi Smith affiliated with?

Okay.

John wasn't my husband,
he was my boyfriend.

We met three years ago

in a support group
for alien abductees.

Alien abductees?

They're coming for his body.

They're coming and I have to
take him while there's no moon.

Um, is there anyone
we could call or

any medication that
we should know about?

No, no.
You don't understand.

He can't stay here.

The transmitter won't work indoors.

- Transmitter?
- Yes.

Don't you see?
There's no moon tonight.

They'll only come
if there's no moon.

Ah. Ha ha ha.

If you'd been a little
quicker on the trigger,

we wouldn't be
in this position.

Yeah, well, I was kind of hoping
to get through my entire life

without having to sh**t someone.

Mmm.

You all right?

Yeah.

It's just that a really good friend
of mine is in trouble right now.

Woody Hoyt.

There's a rumor going around.

Something about planted evidence.

Guess that would
make a good story.

And you don't want me
to write it, do you?

You know what, you've gotta do
what you gotta do.

Okay, I don't really want to
argue with you anymore about

what is personal and
what's professional.

I can't back off 'cause
it's someone you still...

have feelings for.

Are you fishing, Pollack?

No, what, are you jealous?

Love is like malaria.

Once it's under your skin,
it's never really gone.

Just goes dormant.

Sometimes for years.

Then when you least expect it,

it's back.

All done.

The bandage?

Yeah,

the bandage.

What the hell were you thinking?

You... you said you needed proof
that he was in the car.

You could go to jail.
You think about that?

Who's going to take
care of your sister

if you're locked up
in some cell?

You don't catch criminals
by breaking the law.

What'd your dad think?
How ashamed would he be?

Yeah, well, he's dead
so it doesn't matter, does it?

Show some respect.

I know what you're going through.
I...

I do. But that...

Why do you keep saying that?

Man, how the hell do you know
what I'm going through?

Because my dad
was blown away, too!

My father was slain
in the line of duty...

by some... punk...

in a liquor store.

Just like that.

Made me and my brother orphans
to a dead police officer.

And it... it really...

really sucks.

And it takes a very long time.

And I'm going to tell you
what I learned.

You don't fall down.

You stand up.

You act like a man.

And you always honor
your father's memory.

You're working late.

I shoud tell you straight away

that you don't have to speak to me
without your PBA rep present.

What's that supposed to mean?

Did you or did you not plant
the cell phone in that car?

What if I did?

Guy k*lled a cop.

And now he's going to skate
because of you.

Evidence tampering.
Obstruction of justice?

When I can prove that
you did this... and I will...

I will see you behind bars.

Consider yourself notified.

You are hereby under investigation
by the Suffolk County D.A.'s office.

Nothing gives me more satisfaction
than putting away a bad cop.

That's a grasping rigid rhinoscope.

Is it? Aha. Eh.

She said he had a transmitter.

Yeah, becuase she's insane.

Oh, come on, Bug.

Aren't you the least bit curious?

Huh? Huh?

Where's your sense of adventure?

Laying dormant,

along with my lust for life
and quest for greatness.

Abduction phenomena has been reported
on every corner of the globe.

I even have an uncle
who was taken by aliens.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

He was taken up
to the mother ship,

probed for nine hours.

And then when
they were done with him,

they dropped him
in an alfalfa field buck-naked.

Look, these abductions can be
explained physiologically.

Most are people prone to
sleep paralysis.

The hallucinations can seem
as real as real life.

Well, then explain why so many people
have the exact same hallucination.

A cultural phenomenon.

We live on a steady diet of
science fiction movies and TV shows.

Whoa.

What is that?

Seems a cultural phenomena was
implanted inside this man's head.

I'll be right back.

Not very popular around here,
are you, mate?

Something about setting
a cop k*ller free.

Too bad about your arm, Pollack.

Hope it doesn't get
gangrene and fall off.

Word is the D.A. is
coming after you big time.

No comment.

It's a sad story really.

"Detective Plants Evidence
That Goes Cop k*ller Kicked."

I'd love to hear your side of it.

You're a leech, Polack.

I report the news.

No, what you do is look for bodies
on fire to throw gasoline on.

So what, I'm supposed to
leave you alone

'cause you used to sleep
with my girlfriend?

Hey, Woody!

Come on.

At least let his g*nsh*t heal
before you break his jaw.

Let me show you to the door.

Looks like sand.
It smells like sand.

And... voila.

It's sillica.

Synthetic sand?

Mm-hmm. Fine grains.

Uniform in size.

Most commonly used for
sand traps at gold courses.

The impressions on his skull
had a curvature,

not unlike a golf club.

I'll put together a list
of courses in the area.

Anything?

Oh, Woody, this isn't a good idea.

- You shouldn't be here.
- What did he use to b*at her with?

A golf club.

Do you know if
Robert Radlauer plays golf?

If he does, he's been
keeping it a secret.

I've been through the house,
the garage, his car, hers.

No signs of golf anywhere.

I really appreciate you
helping me on this.

I don't have a lot of friends
left at the moment.

Just trying to catch a bad guy.

You know what I mean.

I got myself in a real jam here.

I just wish you hadn't
done it, Woody.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

This is Hoyt.

Oh, no. Come on.

I'm on my way.

Jesse Spalding, the cop's son.

It looks like he made
another stupid mistake.

Another mistake?
What was his first mistake?

- Woody.
- I gotta go.

You're protecting him.

You can't do this!
You can't throw your life away!

You want to help me, Jordan?
Help me nail this guy.

Where'd you find him?

Hiding in the bushes in the front
yard of Robert Radlauer's house.

And Detective,
we found this on him.

I suppose I could bury it down
in Lost and Found.

Kid did just lose his dad.

Thank you for the heads up.

How dumb are you, Jesse?

You want to survive this or spend
the rest of your life in prison?

Look, I wasn't gonna do anything.

I just wanted to scare him.

By waving a g*n in a guy's face?
How dumb is that?

So what, are you stalking him now?

How long you been doing this?

Since the night that
I stole his cell phone.

I followed him to
some chick's apartment.

You know,
I waited for him outside.

When he didn't come out by : ,

you know,
I just broke into his car.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

He was at some chick's apartment
till : a.m.

two days after his wife d*ed?

Come on, I want to see
where this girl lives.

You actually expect me
to believe this?

Well, how else
would you explain it?

It might be some kind of
surgical implant.

Or maybe he's one of
those guys you hear about,

shove stuff into his orifices.

You know,
when I worked in the ER,

we had this guy come in
every week with some...

No.

I have run every
metallurgical test known to man.

This is made of a material
never before seen in our world.

Get out of here.

And we've discovered it.

This is huge, gentlemen.

All right.

I'm gonna get to
the bottom of this.

Hey. Uh...

You know that thing I was telling
you about my friend Mike,

it isn't true.

He was covering for someone else.

Jesse Spalding.

So what I'm thinking is...

if between us we can build
a case against Radlauer,

a strong case with no ties
to the tainted cell phone,

the D.A. might drop
her investigation of Woody.

What have you got?

Not much.

Uh, just some forensics
that point to a golf course.

I can work up some background.

Friends, family, see if I can
scare up a phone record or two.

But I don't think this is going
to help your cause very much.

Courtesy of JD Pollack.

[font color=D EFB ]Police Officer Accused
[font color=D EFB ]of Planting Evidence

I got your message.
I came as soon as I could.

Thanks a lot.

This is Woody's doing, Jordan.

I didn't bring him trouble.
He made his own.

If he's cleared in the investigation...

He'll never really be cleared,
will he?

Now that half of Boston
has read that he's a dirty cop.

I'm a reporter, Jordan.

It's just professional.

No, it's not.
It's personal.

You went after him
because you're jealous.

Yeah, and you know what else?

He didn't do it.

You went after the wrong guy.

Petty theft.

Prostitution.

This is just your local sheet.

I'm not flipping a john.

Grils end up dead that way.

You see that kid out there?

He's an eyewitness.

Puts Robert Radlauer in
your apartment at : a.m.

hours after
he k*lled his wife.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

The kids' years old

and now he is an orphan.

You want to know why?

Because this man
k*lled his father.

Four sh*ts point-blank range.

Vicki,

please help me put this guy away.

He calls himself Andy Burnett.

I see him a couple times a month.

Like...

he's into kinky stuff.

Like what?

Picks me up at night and...

drives me some place to have sex.

What's so weird about that?

Drives me in the trunk of his car.

I get in, he closes the trunk,
and we go off to some house.

Where?

I'm in the trunk.
How the hell should I know?

It's about half hour away.

Any clues that could
lead us there?

Smells like...

grass.

You know, fresh cut grass.

You have to help me.

Uh,

you scared me.

You believe, too, don't you?

I could see it in your eyes.

Pleae, his body has to be returned.

I can't just carry a body
out of the morgue.

There's paperwork.

There's no time.

Look, I found the transmitter.

Oh, you see?

I told you.
It's just like Yuri said.

Yuri?

His name isn't really John Smith.
It's Yuri Vladovich.

years ago, he worked on
the space station Mir orbiting Earth.

He was a cosmonaut.

Something happened to him up there.

They came to him.

The aliens.

They were interested in the experiments
he'd been working on in space.

They offered to take him with them.

He wouldn't go without
his wife and daughter.

So they agreed to come to Earth

for all three of them
in one month's time.

But Yuri's mission was extended.
And...

by the time he returned home,
his wife and daughter were gone.

Sweet Nancy.

He spent the last years
trying to make contact with them.

He'd finally figured out the exact
coordinates right here in Boston.

I know that he loved me.

But he belongs with his family.

Please, I am begging you.

They only come when
the sky is moonless.

It has to be now.

Her story checks out.

Yuri Vladovich spent four months
on the MIR space station.

Six weeks of which he was
completely alone up there.

Plenty of time to go stir-crazy
and start seeing things.

Oh, come on, Bug.

Of the six billion people
on this planet,

only a handful have been
into outer space.

The numbers on the palm
of his hand,

they're GPS coordinates
down to the foot.

Guess where?

The roof of the Rossmore building.

Where he d*ed two nights ago.

And there's no moon
for one more night.

I've giving her back the body.

What?

It was the man's dying wish.

I made up my mind.

Nigel.

Are you crazy?

Do you know what kind of trouble
you could get in?

If she's wrong and the aliens
don't come for the body,

then I will deal with
the consequences.

But if she's right
and they do come,

then I am going to be a witness
to one of the greatest events

in the history of mankind.

This has got nothing to do
with a man's dying wish.

This is all about you.

A normal life just isn't
good enough for you, is it?

Vampires, ghosts,
whacko conspiracy theories.

See, I am fine with
the answers that I have.

But you... / Well, maybe I'm
just deeper than you.

Oh, right. Sure.
That's it, Nige.

I'm taking him.

golf courses within
-mile radius.

And there were miles
logged on the rental car.

Six courses in that range,
all with houses on the property.

I spoke to Lisa's mother
up in Montreal.

She had talked to Lias a couple
of times the night she d*ed.

You have the phone logs?

Yeah.

So they spoke at :
and again at : .

Wait a sec.

Her mother called
her cell at : ,

but Lisa didn't answer.

But we could still track which
cell tower handled that call.

Riverton cell tower.

Here.

Within range of
Winding Hills Estates.

homes set around
a golf course.

Woody.

Seems that Robert Radlauer
was leading a double life

his wife knew nothing about.

An alias and the whole deal.

Do you know what name
he was using?

Andy Burnett.

Well, maybe Robert Radlauer
doesn't play golf.

But I'm betting that
Andy Burnett does.

Yes, he owns a home
under that name.

Homewood.

Winding Hills Estates.

miles south on Route
near Duxbury.

Okay, I'm just going to drop
Jesse back off at his place

and then I'm going to
meet you there.

I'm sorry it had
to go this way, Woody.

Truly, I am.

When you start an investigation,
you never know where it'll lead.

Don't do this.

There was a witness
at the impound lot

picked his photo from a sheet.

Jesse Spalding,
you are under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you give up that right,

anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney

and an attorney will be
present during questioning.

Take the service elevator on
the west end of parking level two.

She'll be waiting for you.

What I don't get is, why does he need
his glasses on if he's like dead?

There are mysteries
in this world, Brian,

I cannot begin to explain.

Nigel, I cannot let you do this.

It's already done.

Then I'm telling Dr. Macy.

This is not high school, Bug.

This is bigger than this morgue.

Hey, I've been looking
for you guys.

So our alien abductee,
his real name's Vladovich.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Sent his prints to a friend
of mine at the State Department.

Turns out he was a scientist
with the Russian Space Program.

Specialist in metallurgy.

Spent four months on
the space station MIR

developing metals in zero gravity.

While he was up there,

his wife took their daughter
and ran off with his best friend.

When he got home,
he flipped out

and started claiming that
they'd been abducted by aliens.

Wow.
That's an amazing story.

It's kind of sad, really,
when you think about it. I mean...

people tell themselves
all kinds of things

to avoid taking a good
long look in the mirror.

Yeah.

b*ll*ts.
. auto.

The same caliber fired
into Spalding's chest.

I got blood spatter here.

Lisa finds out that
he's been cheating on her.

That all of his business trips
aren't necessarily so.

She rents a car to follow him
so he won't recognize hers.

She tracks him here.
His secret hideaway.

So this is where you bring them?

Your whores?

Shut up, bitch!

He's got a g*n.
Why doesn't he just sh**t her?

He didn't plan on k*lling her,
but they argue.

No, you're not!

She threatens.

She's gonna destroy him,
take everything he's got.

In his rage, he loses control.

Grabs a golf club.

Takes a swing.

Hits her.

She falls.

And he just keeps hitting.

The next day, he wrapped her
in a bed sheet

and put her in the trunk
of the rental,

figuring he'd come back later
for his own car.

He takes the g*n with him
just in case.

And then drove off
to dump the body.

So...

So what first brought you
into the alien abduction group?

My husband.

Ah.

We were high school sweethearts
back in Pennsylvania.

Once we moved to Boston, he...

grew distant,

like a stranger.

I realized later, of course,
that he'd already been implanted.

One day I came home from work
and he was gone.

Just like that?

There was a note.

Obviously forged.

That's when I joind the abduction
support group and I met Yuri.

I guess that's what first
brought Yuri and I together.

He'd lost loved ones
to the aliens, too.

Wonder what's keeping them.

My... my... my friend,
Bug, at work,

he thinks I'm...

totally bonkers
being out here tonight.

I know people like that.

Always bombarding me
with facts and science.

I just tell them that

it's not about facts.

It's about believing.

It's about...

the wonder.

Indeed.

The wonder.

So... what if they don't come?

Maybe they'll come next month.

Or... or maybe Yuri was wrong.

Maybe the aliens...

intend for
his body to stay here.

With you.

Would you mind staying with me
for a little while just... in case?

Oh,

I'd like that. Sure.

Blood spatter.

w*apon.

Prints. Phone records.

Rock-solid case built on
old-fashioned shoe leather.

Evidence tampering.
Double homicide.

He's just a messed up kid.

You caught me
in a generous mood.

Don't say I never
did you any favors.

Woody.
Uh,

what you did for Jesse Spalding,

putting your life
on the line like that,

it was a real good thing.

You made me proud to know you.

I appreciate that.

Thank you for your help.

You didn't have to do that.

See you around, Woody.

See you around.

Hey.

Long day.

Long week.

Yeah.

Your husband doesn't mind
you working so late all the time?

My what?

Oh, this. Um...

it's just a decoration.

Oh.

Something to keep the boys away.

You know, I tried a fly swatter,
but it just encouraged them.

Listen, um,

I know it wasn't an accident,

you asking me
to help with Jesse.

It wasn't?

I... I get it.

I was him and he was me.
I wasn't born yesterday.

You're going to be okay, Woody.

Yeah, I think I am.

Come on.
Let me walk you out.

Okay.

♪ "Be Yourself" by Audioslave
♪ Someone falls to pieces

♪ Sleeping all alone

♪ Someone kills the pain

♪ Spinning in the silence

♪ To finally drift away

♪ Someone gets excited

♪ In a chapel yard

♪ Catches a bouquet
♪ Another lays a dozen

♪ White roses on a grave

♪ Yeah~
♪ To be yourself

♪ is all that you can do
♪ Yeah~

♪ To be yourself

♪ is all that you can do

♪ Yeah

♪ To be yourself
♪ is all that you can do