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Sure, why not?

Sleep is for wimps.

I know the aliens.

Exist.

Are dead.

Who's dead?

Hey, what's happening?

Ray.

In 1564, Nostradamus predicted the destruction of Earth in three terrifying

waves. The first wave is here.

My name is Cade Foster.

These are my journals.

They killed my wife.

framed me for murder.

Now I run, but I don't hide.

With the prophecies of Nostradamus as my guide, I seek them.

I hunt them.

I will stop the first wave.

Quatrain 77, century 9.

Redemption is offered by a woman of scarlet for the twice-blessed to seek

out.

Enter the belly of the beast and become one.

A convicted killer walking into a cop station does sound crazy.

If I'm recognized, it'll be like feeding time at the zoo.

Excuse me, miss. I'm looking for Sergeant Janowski.

Sorry, officer. I'm new here.

But I think he's in operations one floor up.

Find anything on red?

There's a secretary in operations with red hair. Hasn't been seen in a couple

days.

I always loved a man in uniform.

I always hated them myself.

If this mysterious red really discovered proof of my innocence, I have to find

it.

I've got a couple of things going for me.

One, Eddie and I killed my clone, so the cops think I'm dead.

Two, my new ally, Jordan.

With her watching my back, at least I have one friend here in the belly of the

beast.

If all goes well, I'll be out of here in under an hour.

Can I help you with something?

I'm looking for Sergeant Chinofsky. I'm Chinofsky. Who are you?

I'm Officer Jeffrey Thompson.

Figured I'd follow this for you.

Save you some time. Been transferred over from 18.

Yeah, well, this is the first I heard about any transfer.

You park your butt, Thompson. I'll be back.

You know anything about the 18th dumping some guy on us named Thompson?

Let's see what personnel has to say about him.

Eddie,

I think they're checking records.

Ready for them, bro.

Maybe burn.

Damn, should have said psychiatric review.

No wonder they want him on a desk.

Come on, Brock.

I need another paper pusher like I need more hemorrhoids.

Okay.

So dump him on Gavin.

Homicide division.

Your new home.

You're putting me in homicide.

That's what it says on the door.

What's the matter, Thompson? You kill somebody?

These guys broke some of the biggest murders in Chicago.

I'll introduce you.

Sorry.

Well, maybe some other time.

Hey, Sarge.

My old partner had a friend here. I think the name was Red.

Red.

Well, the only one I know besides the new temp there was Emma McAstree. She

had the desk right next to me up in operations.

She used to like to take cops down to the evidence room.

Must have been at half the squad the last couple of weeks.

The guy at the evidence desk used to let that happen? Eh, they had a deal worked

out. Twenty bucks, kept the door closed, cameras off.

Can't wait to meet this Emma.

Well, you're a little late.

She's gone?

Fired, most likely. You see, she used to like to dig her fingernails in, left

marks. Some of the guys got in trouble with their wives.

Gavin will tell you all about it. Who's Gavin?

Gavin is the kind of cop that takes the fun out of being a cop.

You know about being a cop, Chinovsky.

Detective Gavin Thompson.

Just transferred in from 18.

He's all yours.

Welcome.

Well, since you're here, maybe you could type those up for me.

You use that desk over there.

You met before?

Thompson from 18?

I don't think so. I'd remember.

Yeah, so would I.

You sure look familiar, though.

I was on Real Cops once. Maybe that's it.

Nah. Nah.

It'll come to me, though.

You know... What do you know about Thompson?

Not much.

Some kind of screw-up. I want to see his transfer papers.

It won't make any difference, Gavin. If Brock says he's yours, he's yours. Just

give me the papers.

Eddie, I

need you to check a name for me. Emma McCastry.

You think that's our redhead?

Looks like it. You find anything out about that dead message on your email?

Well, I checked the police logs.

Homicides, suicides.

Foster, nothing ties into that station.

The quatrain says, redemption offered by a woman of scorn.

Whatever Red found, Eddie, it's somewhere in here.

Well, you better find it fast.

Those personnel records I planted aren't going to fool him forever.

How long?

Basically, first time someone runs a serious check.

Right.

Looking for something?

Hello.

Emma got laid off. The secretary sent me down here to pack up her things.

News to me, she was laid off, Miss... Fairfax.

But any packing should be done by police.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

I was just trying to help.

Sorry.

Have a nice day.

Excuse me.

We gotta move. A detective here thinks he knows me.

Damn it.

What's next?

The file room.

It's right down here.

What the hell do we look under? Cage fostered? War experiments?

How about suicide?

That's what it's starting to look like.

I don't have time for this. What did you find at Emma's desk?

The drawers were clean. Her hard drive had been erased. But I got this off of

her desk. It's faint, but there's some kind of marks, like scratches.

These guys must hire from a dyslexic work pool.

How come these files are misplaced?

There's somebody else here.

I just called the 18th. Nobody's ever heard of Thompson. Damn.

You think he might be an internal affairs plant?

Well, since we know he's not from the 18th, let's find out who he really is.

M-A-B.

Mavis.

I don't get it.

What does this have to do with the leader of the alien invasion?

Emma said she found your case files.

If Mavis is involved, this ain't just about my files anymore.

It also means that there are aliens here.

And I was worried about cops.

Thompson.

A little early for you to be researching a case, isn't it?

What are you, bucking for a promotion?

That lady's new here, detective. Figured I'd help her out.

Since you're so helpful, why don't you run that down a homicide for me?

No second thought. I'll do it.

Get you later.

He just fingerprinted me.

That's it. We're out of here.

It'll take him a while to run the prints. We still got time to check out

the evidence room. Evidence room? Buster, they're gonna make you.

Then we better get moving.

I'm starting to admire this, Emma.

She risked her life to get those files to you. She wouldn't be the first

believer who risked her life. She might be the first nymphomaniac.

Why would a woman with that kind of determination do quickies in back rooms?

She needed an excuse to get in there. She was looking for something.

You said she scratched all the men.

Enough to leave marks.

The scratch test.

She was seeing if they'd heal, checking for aliens.

Maybe she found one.

Just wait over here.

Help you?

Yeah, name's Thompson.

Just transferred in. Thought I'd get acquainted.

Will it?

What's this supposed to be?

Janowski told me it was 20.

She's a friend of Emma's.

Told me we could come down here and get a little time to ourselves.

Well, what else did she tell you?

About the surveillance camera.

Some people like that.

I bet Anna didn't like anyone to watch, did she?

No.

She didn't.

Shut the camera down for 15 minutes at a time.

After that, it starts up automatically.

Think we can handle 15 minutes, honey? I'll try my best.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

What are you doing?

We're still on camera.

He could still be listening.

What do you want me to do?

Just make it sound convincing.

Oh, baby.

Baby, it's true what they say about cops.

You, you better believe it.

Where the hell did we start?

The last ones to anywhere, they are dead.

Oh, baby.

Yes, baby.

Hurry.

Eddie. Eddie, faster.

I get a ticket.

How many ID points can you get off him?

Well, run it through personnel, DMV, the feds. Let me know the minute you got

something.

Okay, thanks. Bye.

Baby, I can't take much more of this.

Hold on.

Hold on.

Can't stop now.

Not dead people.

Dead files.

yeah i'm looking for a uniform named thompson just transferred in young guy

goatee lots attitude doesn't ring a bell detected there's nobody in there then no

you don't mind if i take a look then suit yourself

Thanks How'd

you

get dressed so fast?

Practice. I used to work in vice.

Well, Gavin's pissed.

Looks he got against you anyway, Thompson.

Maybe he's just not getting enough.

Who does?

Come back any time.

Hey, baby.

Any faster than I get a ticket?

Let's get the hell out of here.

I faxed this picture over to the 18th. Nobody's ever seen him before.

So who the hell is this guy, Internal Affairs?

My gut says it's something else.

You done anything yet?

Not so far.

Gavin's out there. We can't let him see us together.

Take everything we've got and I'll meet you back at the trailer.

Foster, I'm not leaving you.

They catch me, at least you've got Hannah's autopsy report. Now go.

Hey, you.

Excuse me.

That cop who was helping you in the following, did he say anything to you?

Well, now that you mention it, he talked kind of sexy.

What? You know, dirty talk.

Is that what you mean, detective?

Look, whatever your name is, you see me again, you tell me about it. You got

that? Sure.

Where are you going?

I'm just looking for Detective Gavin.

Well, Gavin is looking for you. I know. Damn homicide detectives got me run off

my feet. I'll be back in ten.

The severity of the damage to the victim's neck, the complete crushing of

the trachea.

Foster, I'm sorry.

And the crushing of the vertebrae were caused by a force greater than any hand

could inflict.

I have no theory to account for the degree of bodily injury to the deceased.

Anna Foster.

That's not what they read at my trial.

You're damn right it's not.

They're going to have to reopen your case, man. The truth will set you free.

Not with this.

What the hell are you talking about?

They're photocopies, Eddie.

No time stamps, no signatures.

You'll never stand up in court.

He's right.

They'll say Foster faked the report.

This is of no good to us.

Or the Gua.

You're right.

So why keep this evidence around at all?

The Gua framed me for Hannah's murder. Why not destroy the report?

Because they don't know where it is.

Someone got a hold of that report before the Gua could destroy it.

Who? A cop?

Sympathizer?

Emma mentioned there was more evidence.

She was killed before she could tell you about it, which means whatever she found

is damn important to the Gua.

And us.

Wait, wait, wait. You're not thinking about going back in there.

I don't think I have a choice, Eddie. Well, getting out of there the first

time was just blind luck.

You don't even know where to look.

They got surveillance cameras all over the place, man.

Cameras.

They were recorded in Emma the night she called Eddie.

The tapes will show us where she found the files.

We all know what she looks like.

That's great. That's just peachy. Suddenly you're both wizards at

surveillance gear.

No.

But you are.

I mean, I was afraid of that.

They're gonna get your prints off that file, Foster.

No, I think I still got time.

As far as they're concerned, Cade Foster is dead and buried.

Yes.

Yes, I know. I know what the report says, Judge, but I just got a 12-point

match on Cade Foster.

That's what I said.

He's alive.

Foster, there's a cop.

You're supposed to do that. It's a police station. I do.

Just act normal.

Hey, how about those cubs, huh?

Hey, it wasn't so bad.

Hey, wait a second. You're saying you haven't seen Thompson either? Where the

hell did this guy go?

Nobody's seen him. Foster, it's Brock.

Now, I've looked all over this station from top to bottom, wall to wall.

There's no sign. Look, he's got to be down here somewhere.

He never came back to his desk, and some of the bitch is dodging us. Don't worry,

we'll get him.

They're gone.

What do you think, Eddie?

Standard building security setups.

We got everything covered.

Entranceways, hallways, continuous loop tapes, motion-activated jobs.

Do it before the surveillance technician comes back.

I'll try.

Open it.

Not before lunch, Detective.

My body's been on the ground for weeks.

No, no, no. There's no body in here. It's an empty coffin. Now open it.

Sorry. That's a coroner's job.

I'm a bitch.

Go get the coroner.

Get the coroner down here.

You shouldn't look this good, Foster.

Got it.

I reconstructed what is probably the last few minutes of Emma's life.

Here she is going down the hallway toward the file room.

She's fixing her shoe. No, it looks like that.

I've been doing some editing. See that cut?

It's actually two minutes apart.

She's dodging the surveillance cameras long enough to stash the files. Yeah,

yeah, that's right. See, look at this.

See, somewhere during that time, she got rid of this entire stack of papers.

See?

She couldn't have gone far.

Has to be the file room.

Buster, there's got to be 500 drawers in there. We can't go through them all.

Eddie, play it back again.

There.

Her foot.

Zoom in.

A key.

She emailed me at 2 a.m.

It's a few minutes after this.

She had time to make it back to her desk in operations.

Maybe the key's still there.

Not a chance, Foster.

I checked.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure. I went through everything in that damn desk.

Except the gum.

Gum?

Yeah, it was stuck up under her desk.

Wait a second. We're going to go back and risk our ass for a piece of gum?

The body was fully autopsied, right?

So how come the wounds are scarred?

Dead bodies don't form scar tissue.

No, they don't. He's been in the ground six weeks. He ought to be a pile of

maggots by now.

I'll tell you this, detective.

Lane beats the hell out of me.

This won't be much fun.

We'll reopen the chest cavity.

alley in 15 minutes since you got roughly the same chance of making it as

a sloth in a forest fire let me just say it's been a pleasure knowing just keep

the engine running eddie i'll be okay actually i was talking about jordan

Fairfax!

I told you to leave that desk alone.

I know, but Secretarial said you'd need a replacement for Emma.

Really? Who's your superior in Secretarial?

Miss Olansky.

Well, when we need a replacement, I'll be sure to let you know.

Fairfax!

Oops.

I've been trying to give that up.

9-8-M-A-B.

Not Mavis. They're coding letters.

She was trying to tell us where she stashed the files.

That's why the other cabinet's room is filed. She had to empty the drawer out

to fit all these in here.

That's all I have.

My frame-up, other experiments, lists of human sympathizers.

Aliens posing as humans?

My God, Foster, there's hundreds of them.

Military personnel, CIA agents.

It's a blueprint for the Guam invasion of the Midwest.

Foster, we did it.

All we gotta do is get it out.

That's it.

Take a look.

Shouldn't that be worse?

A hell of a lot worse.

Decomposition should be well advanced.

This damn thing's as fresh as a daisy.

If I didn't know any

better, I'd say this organ hasn't been dead for more than a few minutes.

I'm beating heart in a dead body.

This is insane.

We'll all be up for a psych review.

Well, we all saw it, Lieutenant.

Now, why the hell did the judge let you dig up the body in the first place?

Because I got a 12-point match off those prints from Thompson.

A match on Cade Foster.

Are you trying to tell me that Thompson is Cade Foster?

Look at him.

Coincidence. So Thompson just looks like Foster.

No, no, not alike.

Identical. Prints don't lie, Brock.

I knew I'd seen that bastard before.

Foster's dead, damn it. His body's lying right there. Then there are two Cade

Fosters.

That's impossible.

Yeah? You want to know what else is impossible?

Except for that bullet wound. There's no sign of wear and tear on any organ.

It's like the body was never used.

What the hell are you trying to tell me?

I don't know.

I took a look at Foster's jacket, the whole trial transcript.

He claimed something about these weird experiments.

Because he was a psychopath, damn it. Look, I'm not going to sit on this,

Brock. Now either you do something about it or so help me, I'll go over your

head.

Okay.

Okay.

You have the coroner store the remains under strict security.

I'll keep Thompson under surveillance until you get back.

Totally insane.

Forget the front door. In the basement, there's got to be a fire exit.

What's up?

They're searching the valley.

Where's the damn ruby slippers when you need them?

Oh, man.

What are we doing here?

Hiding.

You got a better idea?

What?

I'm looking for that cop Thompson.

You see him?

Yeah, yeah. He was here this morning. Him and that secretary.

Doing what?

Well, I didn't ask.

Now listen, you little cave creep. That son of a bitch is a convicted felon.

I seen him go up the fire stairs earlier.

Romeo, it's me.

It's okay. I sent them on a wild goose chase.

I can help you get out of here.

I

tried

to help Emma.

Why would you want to help me?

Because you're Cade Foster.

And they told me all about you.

You forgot something.

What's that?

Your leg.

Come on, Foster.

Even if you do get past me,

your own people get you.

Either way, I get the files.

If they went up the fire stairs, they would have set the alarm off. Will, it's

Lyon. Why in the hell would he do that?

Where is he? We think he's down in the basement somewhere.

Come on, let's go.

As far as we knew, Foster was dead. The heat was off.

Why would he risk everything showing up here? Told you, he's a psycho.

Files are pretty important.

Get careless of you to lose him like that.

Wasn't me.

McGuire defector?

A traitor.

He ran your experiment, 117.

After you'd escaped and it was clear he failed, he took the files as insurance.

I'm guessing it didn't save him.

We do have a low tolerance for failure.

He had no idea where to look?

Not until Emma contacted your website.

Looks like a two-way street.

No matter.

We kill each other, the files stay behind.

I think we just ran out of options.

Are you afraid?

I'm working on it. Why?

Because it just might get us out of here and grab the files.

Open up, will it?

Don't shoot.

We're coming out.

Open it.

I got nothing to lose. Now you back off or she dies.

Listen to him.

He'll do it. Do it. Pull back. Pull back.

Come on, come on.

Back off!

Move!

Drop your weapons!

Back off now!

Back off. Do what he says.

You go for those files, Foster. I'll drop you right where you stand, I swear.

Just let him go.

I don't want to die!

Back off.

Do it. Do what he says. Back off.

I read your case files, Foster.

And I dug up that body.

It was you.

So you're going to tell me right now what the hell is going on?

That's a very good question. You keep asking yourself that.

Back off!

Back it up.

What's in the files, Foster?

The answers.

You follow me and she dies!

Remember what I said.

I have nothing to lose.

No, no, no. No, no killer.

Let's get an APB out on Foster. Dave Foster, let's go.

I lost the proof of my innocence and the alien plans for the invasion.

Now the cops know I'm alive.

But even though I failed, it was worth the risk.

And while I know they haven't stopped me, every chance I get, I'm going to try

and take them down.

And then we'll see who ends up on the run.

As soon as it gets dark, we're rolling.

I don't think Chicago's going to be our kind of town for a while.

It's a good thing, too, man.

That uniform started to give me the creeps.

You're not the only one.

I kind of liked it.

Man, all that risk for Zip, not a snake eye.

Maybe not.

We lost the files that might have helped us stop Mavis, and the cops still think

you're a killer.

Not all of them.

You think Gavin's going to be on your side?

We found the husk.

He gets his hands on some of those files. We just might have made a

believer out of him.

He's one lone guy, Foster.

Emma was alone.

Look what she did.

Sacrificed to help us.

Sometimes all it takes is one.

The Bureau is taking over the investigation.

They want this kept quiet until they can assess everything we've got here.

They should be picking up those remains.

In about an hour.

And we'll get a report when the government examines this body.

Whatever the hell it is.

I want to see those files.

I wish I could help you, Gavin.

But the feds have already taken them.

Well, it doesn't matter.

One way or another.

I'm going to get Kate Foster.

I sincerely hope you do.

Is there anything else?

The husk gets destroyed this afternoon, right?

Make sure Gavin never sees those files.

As long as he thinks Foster is guilty, he could lead us to him.