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- Are we almost there?

Should be just
beyond these trees.

The newest member of our
Astronomical Society. Welcome.

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.

- Oh! Uh, allow me.

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.

The procession!

Look! Look at that.

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?

It’s a man.

- He’s naked.

- Sir, who has a blanket?

- 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.

- 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...

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.

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!

- 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.

Mr. Korman. I’ll be in touch.

- Oh.
- Oh.

- This’ll give you
a taste for it.

- Ah.

- Hm.

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...

- 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?

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 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.

- 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.

- 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?

- 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--

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.

- 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.

- Sir? Hello?

When did you see him last?

- Uh, about an hour ago, sir.

- Oh!

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!

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.

- 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.

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?

- 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.

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.

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?

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.

- 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.

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--
- Shh!

- 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!

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.

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.

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.

- 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.

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.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

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.

Two antennas connected
to an amplifier.

- Mr. Sutter told us he heard
otherworldly sounds.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

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.

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?

- 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.

- 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?

I’ll think about it.

- No reprisals, right?

- So, are you going to tell me?

- Tell you what?
- Why those two shop owners

wanted Ephraim Currant
behind bars.

- 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?

- Horrible.

Why does anyone smoke these?

- Another glass, perhaps?
- Oh, please.

- 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.

- 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.

- Would you like to know more?

- I’d love to.
- All right.

Ah, where to start?

Hello? Hello?

If you can hear me,
give me a sign.

I don’t belong here.

Take me back.

Please.

I knew it.

I knew...