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(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 kill 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 gun 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 bullet.

- Well, I don�t know about guns, 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 guns.

- 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 fianc�, or should I say ex-fianc�,

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 shooting 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 gun uses these bullets?

- 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 bullet 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 gun 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 illegal 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 kill 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 kill 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 murder weapon?

- Unfortunately not, sir. - Hm.

- The hospital just told me

that Mr. Sutter left early in the morning.

- Giving him time to kill 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 bullets

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 killed.

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 murder of Mr. Grant

and stop worrying over that spaceman.

- I�m getting to the murder.

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 killed him.

- He wouldn�t listen to me.

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

- Dr. Boys, you are under arrest for murder.

(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)

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