All language subtitles for Tracker - S01E17 - A Made Guy

[ beeping ]

[ Cole sighs ]

Oh, what a night!

Ooh, this city b-blows.

Am I wrong?

MEL: Uh,
technically, no.

But we usually call it
the Windy City.

Uh.
Like I said, it blows.

Ah, ah, ah.

You've been very quiet
since we left the opera.

Is it surprising?

[ sighs ]

Well, what did you think?

It was very loud.

Well, it's supposed
to be loud, Cole.

That's how the singers
express their emotions.

Oh, I mean, couldn't you feel
it-- the passion, the despair?

Oh.

It was very nice.

Glad you liked it.

Can you believe that lamp?

I've had that thing
fixed 3 times,

and still it's got
some mysterious short.

I'll take a look at it.

Okay, but I'd still like it

to resemble a lamp
when you're finished.

What do you mean?

I mean, don't turn it into

a radar tracking system
or something.

Who, me?

I'm gonna go
check my messages.

Be right back...

to keep an eye on you.

[ answering machine beeps ]

MAN: [ on machine ]
Mel, it's Jeff from the shop.

The condenser just needs
an overhaul.

No need to replace it.
Call me. 555-0122.

[ beep ]

WOMAN: [ on machine ]
Hey, Mel, it's Melissa.

Just calling to let you know
that I can

definitely pick up that
shell-colored ashtray.

WOMAN:
Mel, I know you're busy,

and I'm still working
on the restaurant,

but I'll let you know.
Talk to you soon.

[ click, beeps ]

COLE: Fixed it.

Already?
You're kidding me.

You're amazing.

Thank you.

How did you
fix that so quickly?

I gave it the finger.

Uh-oh.

[ sighs ]

I think
we're really in for it.

I don't think
I can fix this one, Mel.

COLE: This is Cirron,
my home.

One of 6 planets
in the Migar Federation.

There was a prison break.

218 of the most violent
criminals have disappeared

into the city of Chicago.

Finding them
won't be easy.

They aren't human.

But luckily for Earth,
neither am I.

There we go.

Oh, I guess we don't
need them after all.

I remember a snowstorm
like this when I was a kid.

Our front door was blocked
by snow for 3 days.

We used
a second-story window

to get in and out
of the house.

We didn't have snow
on Cirron.

So before this winter,
you've never seen any?

Well, I spent time on Enix.

Half the planet's
covered in ice.

Oh, I'm so glad that lamp is
finally working. Thanks, Cole.

What about this one?

Oh, I've given up
on that one.

I just held onto it 'cause
they were a matching pair.

Of lamps that don't work.

They were my grandmother's.

I can't help it if
I'm a little sentimental.

Like hanging up the triangle.

Where'd it go?

Well, there's your
problem right there.

Oh. Here it is.

I'm sure it's not
worth anything,

but I just can't bring myself
to throw it away, you know?

Definitely needs
a good polish.

[ Cole whistles ]

Let me guess.

You used the finger?

No, the terminal wires
to the grounding cable

and the prongs was reversed,

so I, uh, snipped it.

I knew that.

I was just testing you.

[ sighs ]

This place is such a mess.

[ device beeping ]

MEL: Nestov, what are you doing
out on a night like this?

Freezing my cajonesoff.

I was headed for this phat club
over on Michigan,

but I got caught up
in the storm.

What were you doing at a club
for overweight people?

P-h-a-t.

Not f-a-t.

Never mind.

I've got an interesting
business proposition

that I want to discuss
with you.

We're not interested.

Was I talkin' to you?!
Thank you.

Okay, along the way
I noticed that the--

the public transit's
down, right?

A-a-and people are stranded
at the bus stop.

Uh, the "L."

And then a human saying
that I heard hits me.

There's always opportunity
in adversity.

Other people's adversity,
as it turns out.

I bring you thirsty people.

You get them out
of the storm.

You make money
and I, well--

I-I'm just
a good-looking guy and--

Wait a second!

You said there's people
standing outside in the snow?

Freezing. Freezing
in the snow.

Well, of course
they can come in.

What do you get
out of this?

The satisfaction
of helping my fellow man.

They're not your fellow men.
You're a Dessarian.

Details. Details!

NESTOV: Hey, come on,
come on, come on.

Thank you very much.

Twenty from you, please.

COLE: What are you doing?

As I said,
a business proposition.

Something for Mel...

and something for me.

Synergy is a truly
wonderful thing.

Is it not?

Nestov, give these people
back their money.

I can't be responsible

if they want to show me
a little gratitude.

Something I've learned
from earthlings--

It's an insult to refuse
their offerings. Ha ha ha!

MEL: Why is it that
he always shows up

at the worst possible time

and then manages to turn it
into his own benefit?

COLE: Part of his charm.

He's a Dessarian.

He likes to blend in with
different situations.

MEL: Well, he's blending
into my bar,

and he's bilking these
people out of their money.

"Pilking" them?!
I'm not "pilking"!

"Pilking." What's--

"Bilk." It means "con."

And yes, you are!

See, this is the difference
between you and us.

You know,
the difference is, see,

what one sees as a perfectly
reasonable business opportunity,

the other has a paranoid
vision of "pilking"!

Hey... who do you
have to pay off

to get a drink
around here?

OTHERS: Yeah...
that's right...

MAN: It's a bar, isn't it?

Uh, technically
the bar's closed.

ALL: Oh! Come on!

[ people grumbling ]

But under
the circumstances,

I'd like to now announce
that the bar is open.

[ all cheer ]

Gimme a hand,
would you?

Hey--

We'd love to,
wouldn't we?

MAN: Well, I-- I was
a ski instructor before.

I was a ski instructor.

Can I help you?

Uh, yes, please.

Ginger ale. No ice.

Nice weather.

[ chuckles ]

If you hadn't been here,
I don't know

what all these people
would have done.

So, what were you doing out
on a night like this?

Working.
I'm an accountant.

Ah.

No rest for the wicked.

Right. Thank you.

Table 4.

I just wanted to tell you
that given the circumstances,

I don't expect special
treatment or anything.

Uh... okay.

Uh--uh, I mean,

normally, Gina Newcastle,

Channel 6, Windy City
breaking-news girl on the street

gets a lot of individualized
attention.

COLE: Change.

$1.00 to the man
at the end of the bar.

Wow, uh, I can imagine
you're like a celebrity?

I know.

Listen, I've got
a great angle on a story.

Strangers thrown
together by chance

taking shelter in a bar
called the Watchtower.

It's so perfectly poetic.

Cole, we need
some more beer.

- Okay.
- Just like Bob Dylan?

It's called the Watchfire.

What's that?

Change.

Thanks.

- Uh, the name of the bar.
- What are you doing?

- A tip for me.
- GINA: Sorry?

You meet me over there.
I'll get some more beer.

The name of the bar
is The Watchfire.

Yeah, whatever.
The angle still works.

Don't you worry
about a thing.

We'll do it on the fly.

Ultra-real.

I don't think so.

Consider the free publicity.

Well, now that
you put it that way...

Yeah. You'll be
the talk of the town.

COLE: Would you stop
complaining?

Think of it
as another tip.

NESTOV: I'm here, am I not?

You've been working late.
It's dark and windy.

You're on your way home
and suddenly

here comes the snow.

The storm of the century.

Nowhere to go.
Nothing's open.

What do you do?

Well, I'm standing
in what has to be

the in place to be
on a night like this,

The Watchfire Bar
near Chicago's Loop,

where a group
of total strangers

have been thrown
together by fate

to ride out the storm.

So, tell us,
what's your name?

Me. Oh, no, you don't want
to interview me.

Wrong. You're going to be
on Channel 6.

Tell us who you are
and what you do.

Uh--uh... my name
is Sidney Berkin.

- Mm-hmm.
- I'm an accountant.

An accountant?
That's fascinating!

So, what brings you out
on a night like this, Sid?

Wait. Let me guess.

Coming back
from a Bulls game

or maybe a late night tryst
at Mortons?

Uh, no, I--I was
just working late.

Going through the files.
You know, that sort of thing.

So, when the storm hit
you were what,

on your way home
to your wife and children

who were worried sick
about their loved one,

who was stranded out in
the brutal Chicago night?

Uh, er, no.
I was just taking a break.

Taking a break.
Okay, then,

thanks for talking
to us, Sid.

[ whispering ]
That's a cut.

We're gonna tape
right over that one.

Moving on...

NESTOV: [loudly] Ha ha ha!
Speak to me, baby!

Oh, oh, oh...whoo!

Ooh!

That guy's amazing.

20 a pop.
He's beaten everybody.

- Really?
- [ video game laser fire ]

- Excuse me.
- NESTOV: Am I not the king?

Could I talk to you
for a moment, king, please?

Uh, not right now, baby.
I'm on a roll.

H-hey, hey, hey, hey, now.

Come on. Fatal error?

It's not as fatal
as it could be.

I was in a zone.

I was a big winner here.

Now would be good.

All right. Fine!

He'll be right back.

Yeah.
You just keep it warm.

Or not. Let's go.

What were you doing?

I thought you were going
to help us in the bar.

Yeah, I'm doin'--

Cole, just a couple
of quest--

No!

The game is not
for you to play on.

I was makin' money!

Hey. Seen the new
Palm Pilot?

It is an absolute wizard

at inputting
home phone numbers.

MAN: Whoa...hey...
What's going on?

Looks like we're gonna be in
the dark here, pretty soon.

Not that that's
such a bad thing.

A little service, please.

The young lady here
is in need of a drink.

Actually, I'm fine.

So... ready for another?

Not really.

Listen to her.
You'd think she was buying.

[ whispering ]
Don't worry about it.

It's on me.

My name's Harry.

I'm a bond trader,
and I have had a killer week.

Go ahead.

What would you like?

Nothing. Honest.

Come on, honey,
it's on me.

You know, something to help
warm up a long, cold night.

[ fingers cracking ]

I said I didn't want
another drink.

And for the record,
the name's not "honey."

Uh!

All right, all right.
Just trying to be friendly.

I'll take a scotch
at the end of the bar.

Let me have
another club soda.

You got it.

Sorry about that.

If he hits on you again--

Oh, I'll break more
than his heart.

On the house.

Uh, where's
the ladies' room?

Just past the pool tables
on your left-hand side.

Thanks.

NESTOV: No, no, no, no!
Don't even try it, okay?

The important thing
is I saw on that screen

it said "fatal error"
just when you showed up.

Now, you wouldn't happen to
have zapped it now, would you?

Well, you wouldn't have happened
to have rigged it, would you?

- Rigged?
- Rigged.

- Me?
- Hmm.

It's all skill.
All skill.

Hand-eye coordination,
extraordinary reflexes.

I mean, come on,
look at this face.

Does this look like
the face of a cheat? Huh?

It looks like a con man.
You're a con man.

Okay, okay,
maybe in the past

I may have
shaded the truth,

cut a few corners,
but hey,

that was the old me.

Cole, you are looking
at the new me.

I would rather die before
I rigged that game!

That can be arranged.

Okay, okay, maybe-- maybe
I don't want to die,

but you're talking about

some sophisticated
electrical wiring thing,

and you know that's not
my field of expertise.

Hmm.

Wait a minute.

You picked up on the game's
binomial sequence, didn't you?

I have no idea what--

It's a simple mathematical
analysis for a Dessarian.

You knew what was coming
before it happened.

So I had a tiny advantage.
What's the big whoop?

You're a cheat.
You're a con--

[ glass shatters ]

[ alarmed muttering ]

[ woman screams ]

Don't move!

GINA: Excuse me. Jason,
get that camera in there.

NESTOV: Oh, no, no, no.
I don't think so.

Channel 6 News.
Gina Newcastle.

Oh, really? That's nice.
Excuse me--

Gina Newcastle,
Channel 6 News, you know.

Yes. And?

And we need
to get this story.

It's a breaking story.

It's not
a breaking story.

And, who are you?
Excuse me?

I gotta call an ambulance.

I wouldn't bother.
He's dead.

GINA: Get in there. I want
to see that blood, Jason.

GINA: Excuse me.
Excuse me. Sorry.

Gina Newcastle, Channel 6 News.
Get in there, Jason.

Oh, hi, Gina.
How you doin'?

You don't understand.
We've got--

It's a dead body.

Well, let's film it.
Let's get it in there.

He's dead?
Are you sure?

He has no pulse.

Well, did someone just
smack him on the head?

NESTOV: Okay, okay,
that's enough.

No.
Probably hit his head

when he collapsed
and fell.

MEL: That smell...

Smells like
roasted chestnuts.

Any idea what it is?

I have to run some tests.

I've gotta see
if I can get the police.

I'll be upstairs.

Okay, everybody back.
Please.

Everybody back.
Back, please.

Make sure nobody goes
near the body.

It's all right. Everybody back.
Thank you.

Make sure no one gets close
to the spot, so back off.

GINA: Don't listen to him.

With a storm raging outside,

you'd think the best place
to be on a night like this

would be in the company
of others,

safe and warm,
away from the weather.

That's what Harry Spinelli
thought, too.

Unfortunately,
he was wrong.

Harry was a bond trader
who'd been working late

and was on his way home
when the storm struck.

That's when he met Mister...

Like I told you, $20
to shoot the body, not me.

What's the problem here?

I don't want to be on TV.

It's a thing
with my religion.

You know, the camera stealing
my soul and all that.

Okay, well, how about
an off-camera interview?

Okay.

So, what can you tell us
about Harry Spinelli?

Just don't use my name.

Fine. What can you tell us
about Harry Spinelli?

Well, uh,
we were very close.

So, you'd known the victim?

Oh, no. We were standing
together earlier.

Very close.
Like, something like--

you know, like this.

Yeah. Of course.
Come on.

So, you risked
your own safety

facing the danger
of freezing to death,

or maybe getting struck
by an out-of-control vehicle,

to open your bar for others
who might have been in need?

Uh, actually, I don't think
it was quite that dangerous.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Well, I was just on my way home.
I live upstairs.

But you were closed
for the night.

Uh, yes, we were...

but under the circumstances
with the weather,

I couldn't
turn the people away,

so I decided to reopen.

They may have been
perfect strangers,

but she couldn't
turn them away.

It's the kind of thing
that makes Chicago

truly a great place
to live.

And of course,
a great place to die.

Oh!

Phone's out?

Yeah. All the circuits
are busy.

How am I supposed to get
ahold of the police?

Brr-rrr-rrr!

Brr. Brr...

Vic?

That's weird.

Oh, thanks.

It's nice
to see you, too.

No, I meant because
I was just trying

to get through
to the station on the phone,

and I couldn't.

Well, I picked up
on your psychic vibe.

Actually,
I saw your lights on.

Thought I'd come by and see
if everything's all right.

Aren't you supposed
to be closed?

Yes...but...

Wait a second.

Why are you trying
to call the station?

[ sighs ]

We got ourselves into
a little situation.

What kind of situation, Mel?

A dead guy kinda situation.

Come again?

A customer. I think he had
a heart attack or something.

Well, where is he?

He's over here.

He's dead, all right.

All right,
listen up, everyone.

I'm detective Vic Bruno,

and this just officially
became a crime scene,

so if you'd go
in the other room, please?

Now. Go.

Wait a second, Vic.

If this man had
a heart attack,

my bar has not become
a crime scene.

Well, we can't be positive
of the cause of death

until the coroner
gets here.

- Now, what happened?
- I don't know.

I guess he had a heart attack,
fell and hit his head.

But I'm not sure because
the lights went out.

I heard a crash, and when
the lights came back on,

he's... dead.

The lights were off?

Yeah. The storm knocked the
power off for a couple seconds.

So nobody actually
saw him go down.

[ Mel sighs ]

One minute he's standing
there drinking,

and the next minute, he's...

All right, listen up.

We're gonna have to get
statements from everyone,

so nobody leaves, understand?

It'll be all right.

So you never met him
before tonight, right?

He wasn't exactly
my type.

He offered to buy you a drink,
you turned him down,

and he got angry.
Correct?

More or less.
They guy was a jerk.

But he didn't threaten you
in any way, correct?

No.

Did you threaten him?

The guy hit on me.
I blew him off.

It happens all the time.

I'm not about to kill

every socially-challenged
man in Chicago.

I guess not.

Thanks for your cooperation.

MEL: Look, Vic, while you're
playing Sherlock Holmes,

what am I supposed to do
with the body?

I'm not playing here.
This is what I do.

- I know.
- The fact is...

I've seen enough death

to know that this one's
a little suspicious.

And as for our late
Mr. Spinelli,

I'm gonna have to store him
in your walk-in freezer.

My freezer?! No way.

I gotta keep the body cool until
I can get a meat wagon here.

Otherwise, it's gonna
get a little pungent.

[ sighs ]
Why did I open the door?

Oh, no, I am not goin'
anywhere near that body.

- Oh, yes, you are.
- Why me?

Because you
dragged him in here,

and you can drag him out.

[ electricity crackling ]

[ door opens, shuts ]

[ footsteps ]

[ gasps ]

What are you doing?
What happened?

- The killer...
- The killer?

...is a fugitive.

I was analyzing
the victim's blood sample

on the computer.

The killer must have
seen it.

As soon as the blood sample
came up toxic,

he hit me with an
electricity drain.

What?!

It's like a Taser gun
but reversed.

It-it's not powerful enough
to stop my life functions,

but it certainly packs
a punch.

I don't like this at all, Cole.
This way too close to home.

Wait a second.

How could a fugitive
get into the bar

and into my apartment without
you sensing its presence?

I thought you could
sense their presence.

I can. Or, I could.

Time and acclimation
to Earth's atmosphere

must have caused them
to blend in--

give off much less
of a trace.

I sensed something
earlier on this evening,

but I couldn't be certain.

It was so faint.

Do you know
which one it is?

Must've been one of those
that came in with Nestov.

I'm going to have to adjust to a
much lower level of sensitivity

to feel their presence.

Great.

Assuming we're safe enough
to be talking about this now,

what does he or she want?

I'm not sure.

I'm going to have
to identify them.

How?

Start with the bathroom.

What?!

I need some extra parts
to repair the computers.

Oh, and tell Nestov
that I want to see him.

Sure.
Oh... Vic's downstairs.

He's treating Mr. Spinelli's
death like a homicide,

and he's interrogating
the crowd.

I doubt he'll find the killer's
from another planet.

Or that the murder
weapon's a kraz.

A kraz. Why not?
What's a kraz?

It's a pistol-shaped
laser device.

It's deadly to humans.

And produces the smell
of roasted chestnuts

and implies the symptoms
of a coronary.

Yes. But faster.
Much faster.

[ sighs ] I'll send Nestov
right up.

Playin' hard to get, huh?

Oh, I love that
in a woman.

Look at this face.

Honestly, doesn't that just
drive you wild with desire?

Your heart's goin'
pitter-patter, pitter-patter,

- huh?
- Can I see you?

Not now.

Oh, don't go! Aww--
look what you've done!

Cole needs to see you
upstairs.

He does? Why?

Oh, there isn't another
dead body, is there?

Go.

And here's someone I understand
actually spoke to the victim.

And your name is?

That's none
of your business.

And I really have nothing
to say about this.

I guess not everybody wants
their 15 minutes of fame.

[ knock on door ]

Mel said you wanted
my expertise?

Whoa...what happened here?

Nothin' that can't
be fixed.

Just so you understand,
Dessarians are absolutely

useless when it comes
to fixing things.

We are handy men,
not handymen, so to speak.

Good. So you can
collect DNA samples

from all the guests
downstairs.

What kind of DNA sample?

Anything you can get:

saliva, tissue,
hair samples.

Saliva? See, now
that's disgustin'!

There--there are so many
germs in saliva.

Okay, I'm on it.

And don't forget
who they're from.

VIC: Did you speak
with the deceased?

No. Can I leave now?

I'm afraid not.

This is a police
investigation.

Everyone's gonna have to
hang in a little longer.

Besides, you really want
to go back out in that storm?

I want to go anywhere
that's outside.

I'm terribly claustrophobic,

and it's getting
very closed in here.

I sympathize with you,
Mr. Berkin,

but you're gonna have
to bear with me.

Doesn't sound like I
have much of a choice.

Hey! What the hell?!

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
don't blame me.

I mean, you had this big, black,
hairy spider on your neck.

It must have bit you
before I knocked it off.

I hope you're not
allergic or anything.

Just keep away from me!

Oh, that's gratitude.

A simple "thank you"
would have been nice.

- What are you doing?
- Nothing.

Uh...I--I mean...

I'm such a big fan,

I--I wouldn't mind having
a lock of your hair.

A fan.

Do you want me to autograph
the brush for you?

Sure.

All right, somethin' just
doesn't make any sense.

Did you get the samples?

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
here they are.

DNA samples
from the whole crowd.

I numbered them perfectly,

except from that guy Vic.

Good. What are you saying?

Well, if the fugitive
wanted something,

why murder
a perfect stranger?

Well, assuming he wanted
to get into this room,

I'd say murder was
a perfect distraction.

Wait a minute,

you've numbered these,
but who are they from?

You're never happy
with my work, are you?

Next time you want something
done, do it yourself.

Nestov, I can't tell--

you figure out
which one it is

and I'll tell you
who it belongs to.

Nestov--

Got a mind like
a steel trap, baby. Okay?

I know what I'm doin'.

I got it.

Oh, what I have
to work with.

- Cole.
- Vic.

What are you doing
up here?

It's part
of the investigation.

Oh.

I gotta check
the whole place out.

What is all this stuff?

It looks like a kitchen
blew up in here.

Oh, it's just a computer
with a few modifications.

That's an understatement.

I don't think
I've ever seen a PC

tied into--what,
exactly, is this thing?

I believe it's called
a no-fat grill.

- A no-fat grill?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, what do you do with a
no-fat grill on a computer?

Uh, it's kind of complicated.

Excuse me.

Listen,
Cole, you know,

I have never understood
the arrangement

between you and Mel,

but let me tell you
something right now.

If you put her in any kind
of danger whatsoever,

I will shoot you dead.

I wouldn't do that.

Good.

So come clean.
What's goin' on here?

You know, you're right.

We've known each other
for a while now,

and we've been through a lot
of experiences together.

And I'm--
I don't feel good

with Mel telling you
these lies

and making up
all these stories.

We've discussed telling you
the truth before, but...

perhaps now is the right time.

Well, finally, I get to be
part of the "secret" club.

All right, I'm--
look, I'm sorry.

I just--just tell me.
You can trust me.

I'm a tracker.

All right...

You're a tracker.

What do you track?

Escaped criminals.

Escaped from where?

A prison called SAR-TOP.

I've never heard
of SAR-TOP.

Well, you wouldn't have.
It's, uh, on a moon

that orbits a planet
called Cirron.

Cirron?

Cirron.

Let me guess...

Cirron's about
100 million light years away?

No. Actually,
it's 100 light years away.

VIC: Oh, well, pardon me.

Do you get there
in a UFO?

Ne-never mind. You know,
I actually thought

that you were gonna be serious
for a moment, all right?

But obviously I was wrong.

MEL: Vic?

What are you doing
up here?

Well, I was just talking
to Cole here,

and he was explaining
exactly what he does.

What he does?

Oh, you mean...
How he freelances...

for technical support
on the Internet.

No. I told him the truth.

Oh, so you actually told him

that you're working
undercover for the INS?

No. I told him
the truth truth.

You told him
the truth truth?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, he told me
the truth truth.

Let me tell you something.

I might have been born
at night,

but I wasn't
born last night.

Now what is going on here?

Vic, it's complicated.

Look, the two of you
can continue

to play your
little game, all right?

But do not interfere
with my investigation.

COLE: There's something you
should know about the murder.

How do you know
it's a murder?

Because Spinelli was killed
by one of my fugitives.

[ sighs ]

Here we go again.

Vic, you just might want
to listen to this.

I'm all ears, Rocket Man.

I collected DNA samples
from everyone.

Once I reboot the computer,

I can analyze the data.
Then I'll know.

You'll know what?

Who the killer is.

And you do this how?

One of the people downstairs
has been inhabited by...

an alien,

so his DNA structure
will be altered.

Of course.

It's pretty amazing,
isn't it?

Don't tell me you believe
all this stuff.

COLE: Got it.

"Samples one through
five all human."

11, no. 12, no.

13, no.

Oh, only 2 left.

[ sighs ]

All right, we know
it's sample 14 or 15.

We just have to find them.

Cole! Cole! Cole!

- Whoa. What's he doin' here?
- Who the hell are you?

That doesn't matter.
Just shine your light over here.

VIC: [whispering]
Is this guy for real?

Have you checked with the insane
asylums in the area

to make sure they're not
missing any patients?

Look, Vic, I know it
sounds weird, but, okay,

maybe he's from another planet,
maybe he's not,

but you give him a microwave
and a toaster,

and he turns it into
a mission control.

If the killer was human,

he would have stolen
a toaster or something.

Which he did not.
Which means...

he's one of us.

[ quietly ] I just think we
should be open-minded here.

I'll try.

COLE: All right,
here they are.

All right, who did you
take these samples from?

All right. Okay.

This one's the hair
and this one's the straw.

Yes, I can see that.

But who are they from?

Oh, yeah, okay.
Give me a second, okay?

Um, you know, I can't work
underneath this pressure.

- Nestov.
- What?!

MEL: Okay, I'm gonna go turn
on the emergency generator.

No, we all are.

VIC: All right,
everyone just calm down.

The lights will be back on
in a moment, all right?

PATRONS: Hey...oh...

What's your name?

Jesus.

Last name?

Martinez.

What do you do, Jesus?

I have no idea who
the hair sample's from,

but the straw is from the hot
chick at the end of the bar.

There's a 50% chance
she's our killer.

Hey, hey-- you want to tell me
what's going on here?

What?

VIC: I want to know
what's going on here.

NESTOV: I'm sorry,
you gotta talk into my good ear.

VIC: What's going on
with you and Cole?

Huh? She's got a gun!
She's got a gun, man! Shoot her!

Put the gun down
and your hands up now!

[ patrons scream, shout ]

- Do it now!
- Shoot her, man! Shoot her!

VIC: Put the gun down now!

What the heck are you waiting
for?! Shoot the girl!

VIC: I'm warning, lady,
I will shoot you.

- Put the gun down.
- Shoot the girl!

If you don't shut up, Jesus,
I'll shoot you myself!

Now, put the gun down!

NESTOV Shoot her, man!
Just shoot--just kill her!

[ patrons groan, exhale ]

It's okay. It's just
a false alarm. It's all right.

VIC: You've gotta be more
careful with that thing.

She's completely human.

Why, because I have
one bad habit?

VIC: What the hell
are you talking about?

- It's not her.
- How do you know that?

Because she gave off
no trace aura.

Oh, of course she didn't.

I sensed a presence
earlier on tonight.

It's not her.
Trust me.

The killer's someone else.

You stay right there
and don't move, all right?

Does it look like
I'm going anywhere?

Now, where are you goin'?

I'm going to reboot
the computer,

see if I can run
some additional scans.

Nobody moves.

[ beeping ]

[ device compacts ]

All right, Cole,
enough of this crap.

Aah!

Cole!

Found the killer.

That's my grandmother's.

It's got Vardian writing
on it.

What?!

Where would my grandmother
find a Vardian artifact?

Maybe it found her.

[ thud, groan ]

What was that?

- Vic.
- Vic!

[ Vic groans ]

Are you all right?

Ooh...

I've been better.

Oh, man!

Wow, that was so strange.

I mean, one minute the guy's
gonna take a shot at me,

and then zip--
I can't remember anything.

I must've hit my head
or something.

Well, that's exactly
what happened to Cole.

Right?

Oh, right, yeah.

He pulled a stun gun
on me and pshew-buh!

Yeah, well, I'll put an APB
out on Sidney Berkin

and, if that's his real name,
we'll find him.

- Thanks for everything, Vic.
- No problem, sweetheart.

- I'll see ya.
- Okay.

Oh, uh, Cole.

Let me know when the rest
of your friends arrive.

Okay.

You know, Mel,
it's interesting

how telling the truth here
is often the least effective way

- of being believed.
- NESTOV: Ooh, nasty business!

Those guys from the coroner's
office took forever

to get that Spinelli stiff
out of the freezer.

What did you do
with the body?

What you told me to do.

Once Spinelli checked out
of the Frigidaire Motel,

Berkin checked in.

You know, it's really
not good for my business

to have dead bodies
in my freezer.

We'll dispose of the body, Mel,
once things settle down.

I hope by "we"
you mean you and her,

'cause I'm outta here!

Gonna hook up with
that Val chick tonight

'cause she was
all over me, baby.

Ooh!

See you in a couple
of hours, Nestov.

MEL: So, how's
the translation coming?

Well, my ancient Vardian's
pretty rusty.

It seems to say something
about "faith in the key."

My grandmother's diary.

Cole, listen to this.

"Circles of stones,
keepers of light,

miles below
where day becomes night,

darkness descends
from skies up above,

faith in the key
protects those we love."

How is it possible that my
grandmother could've translated

what's on that triangle?

Maybe she had some help.

What do you mean, like she was
hanging out with Vardians?

Or Cirronians.

This is getting
way too crazy.

Why? There are many mysteries
on your planet

that remain unexplained.

Like?

Oh...Stonehenge...

The monoliths
on Easter Island...

The great pyramids
of Giza...

Christopher Walken.

Oh, Cole,
you dropped your pen...

or something.

[ telephone rings ]

[ telephone rings ]

Watchfire.

Jess!

Yeah, we, uh...

Went to the opera.