All language subtitles for Alien_Nation_S01E08

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𝓊𝓃𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉 E𝒩𝒢LI𝒮H

That was the scene in California
's Mojave Desert, five years ago.

Our historic first view
of the Newcomers' ship.

Theirs was a slave ship, carrying
a quarter-million beings...

bred to adapt and labor
in any environment.

But they've washed
ashore on Earth...

with no way to get back
to where they came from.

And in the last five years, the Newcomers
have become the latest addition...

to the population
of Los Angeles.

Ls that it?

Lncrease the magnification.

Wunderbar.

Now watch this.

This is today.

And this was yesterday.

There's no chance of instrument
or computational error?

L ran it five times.
lt's out there.

Charles, you understand the need for
absolute secrecy at this point?

Secrecy? l've spent every waking moment
of the last three years on this project.

On our payroll. The board is adamant.
They do not want to go public yet.

Lt's too late. L've already
called a press conference.

- First thing tomorrow morning.
- L'm sorry.

- You're going to have to cancel it.
- That's absurd!

Charles....

A discovery of this kind! Why
shouldn't we publicize it?

You'll get the recognition you deserve.
Just be patient.

L've heard that before.

No. To hell with the board.
L'm not canceling.

- L really must insist.
- Carl, get out!

L won't discuss this further.

Lt's no use, Carl.
l'm not canceling.

Did you hear me?

Someone emptied both
dryers to do their wash...

and they just dumped
everything here on the table.

Pettus, 208, that's his M.O.

l guess l had it
on a little hot.

Any smaller, it'd
fit a Ken doll.

A what?

A Ken doll, you know?
Barbie's boyfriend?

Dark hair, snappy
dresser, kind of stiff.

Never mind.

You got some advantages,
coming from another planet.

Your head isn't crammed
with cultural trivia.

L don't know. Sometimes,
l wish it was.

Lt would make me feel
more like l belonged.

L don't wear these anymore.

Yeah.

Are those swimming trunks?

No. They're, you know....

Right.

Do you like that? L saw it in a catalogue.
l couldn't resist.

Very nice.

L gotta get to work.

What is that?

Lt's for Matt.

"August Peltier. Attorney at Law.
Anchorage, Alaska.

"Estate of Captain Jack Sikes."

Matthew must have
inherited this.

Morning, Al, George.

L told the lawyers l
didn't want this.

- This key came with it.
- Swell.

Matt, Jack Sikes.
Was he your father?

You've been reading
my mail, George?

No. He was my uncle.

Well, allow me to offer
you my condolences.

Save it.

Hear we got assigned to a
murder case out at Caltech.

Matt, aren't you
going to open it?

Albert, don't you have some
wastebaskets to empty?

The victim had some Newcomer
connections, right?

Professor Charles Tower.
An astronomer.

He was in the first group of non-military
personnel to visit our quarantine camp.

- What did he do in Alaska?
- L thought he was from Caltech.

- No. l meant your uncle.
- L don't know.

He ran a fishing boat or something.
Now, who'd want to kill him?

- Your uncle was murdered?
- Professor Tower.

- Who'd want to off him?
- Certainly not a Newcomer.

He did more than anyone to try
to find out where we came from.

- Aren't you even the least bit curious?
- No.

Come on, let's get out to
Caltech before the M.E. leaves.

You know, Matthew, it would
only take a minute to open it.

George.

L hadn't seen Uncle
Jack in 20 years.

L never missed him. L
never thought about him.

And l sure as hell don't need
whatever's in that trunk.

And l sure as hell don't need
whatever's in that trunk.

Tower spent most of his time
with the orbiting telescope...

at the Jet Propulsion
Laboratory.

L spoke with his assistant, a Dr.
Myers.

Tower was very secretive
about his work.

He felt he never received the
recognition that he deserved.

L know just how he felt.

Hi, l'm Sikes. This is my partner,
Francisco. What've we got?

Blunt force trauma to the top of the
cranium. lt split the skull wide open.

Pushing the bone into the
frontal lobes of the brain.

When did he die?

- Time of death?
- Between 10:00 and midnight.

Where was he when it happened?

Ls there a problem here?
Where was he?

Standing directly in front of his desk.
There's blood splattered on top of it.

Look...

if you're some kind of Purist or
something, that's your business.

But you better keep it at home,
'cause l don't like it in my face.

I am what l am.

A human being who believes in maintaining
the integrity of our planet.

Why do you put up
with that crap?

L didn't see any point in making a scene.
Two rights don't make a wrong.

- Two wrongs, George.
- Exactly.

Matt, look at the pattern
made by the blood.

Something's missing.

Something wide, flat and rectangular was
removed from the desk after the murder...

taking Tower's blood with it.

A blotter? A desk calendar?

- Maybe a star map.
- A what?

Star map.

Lt's a computer-plotted
map of the sky.

Or at least a sector of it.
Astronomers use them.

How do you know
about a star map?

What, do you think l'm
a complete moron?

Well, not complete, no.
Lt's just that you never...

seem to show much interest
in the natural sciences.

L know about star
maps, George, okay?

Come on, let's get over to JPL.
Find Tower's assistant.

L want you to know how sorry
l am about Dr. Tower.

L wasn't very close with him...

but still, he was a brilliant,
brilliant scientist.

Yes, he was.

Marissa, l want you to know, the board
thinks very highly of your work.

- And so do l.
- Thank you.

- We're continuing your stipend.
- Excuse me.

Are you Dr. Myers? Professor
Tower's assistant?

Yes. You're from the police?

Yeah, Detective Sikes,
Detective Francisco.

This is Dr. Peterson. He's with the
lnterplanetary lnterest Committee.

- Excuse me. l'm afraid l've got to go.
- Did you know Professor Tower?

My organization is a lobbying
group for space research.

L know just about
everybody in the field.

Lt's a terrible loss.

Excuse me.

Please, come on in.

L help a few of the senior
professors with their research.

Ln return, l'm given time
for my own projects.

You see, l just
got my doctorate.

Normally someone in my position
wouldn't be given the time.

That's our space telescope. The
shuttle put it in orbit back in 1991.

You see, it has a radio telescope
that picks up frequencies...

from all over the universe.

But it also has a powerful
optical telescope.

And being in space, its vision isn't
obscured by the Earth's atmosphere.

That's how we get
all these pictures.

They're beautiful.

- Matt, do you see?
- Yeah, real nice.

- A star map coming off the plotter.
- That is what you mentioned.

- What was Tower working on?
- L don't know.

L fed his coordinates
into the telescope...

and set up the computer
to receive the data.

But he did the rest.

Dr. Tower never let
me look at his maps.

Ls there any way we can find
out what he was working on?

- L believe you'll need a subpoena.
- We'll get it.

Plus a consultant to go
over the data with you.

No offense. That's
standard procedure.

Lf you remember anything or
just need to get in touch.

- Let's hit it, George.
- Wait.

Could l take a look?

Lt's magnificent.

The telescope converts what
it sees into a video signal.

Then it beams it down here.

Matt, you've got to see this.

L've seen it. Look, George,
we're on the company clock.

Just a little longer.

We don't really need to look
at the stars for our research.

The data is much more
useful plotted on paper...

or manipulated as
numbers in a computer.

But astronomers have
always gazed into the sky.

L suppose it's just
something we need.

- You didn't even take a look.
- L wasn't interested.

You live on a planet with the
most primitive space travel.

That telescope is your only
access to the universe.

And you are not even interested?

Lt's just a bunch
of stars, George.

To me, it's home.

Somewhere out there is where l came from.
Where l belong.

One of those stars rises
and sets on my planet.

And your past is here,
all around you.

Ln the city, in the streets, and
even that trunk by your desk.

- Here we go with the trunk again.
- How can you ignore it?

Lf l had a trunk from my family,
a trunk connected to my past....

Let me tell you about my past, George. L
come from this long line of drunken...

wife-beating micks. My
old man was the champ.

The only one who was any
different was my uncle Jack.

He was a sailor.

A real stargazing poet.

L lived with him for a while.
lt was great.

Like you, George, he just
loved to look up at the sky.

Got me hooked in it, too.

And then, one day, suddenly
l'm 13 years old...

and Jack ships off on a tanker.
And that was it.

Back to good old Dad.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

- Do you ever dream about home?
- Home?

Tencton.

Sometimes, when l close my
eyes, l think l can see it.

Three moons against
a sea of stars.

And blue, fields of blue.

You were born on the ship.
You never saw it.

Well, somehow, l
feel it's in me.

George, you've only been
under the lamp 10 minutes.

You know how irritable you are
when you don't get enough UV.

Mom, where's my sleeping bag?

- Lt's in the hall closet.
- L looked.

- Look again. lt's there.
- L don't see it.

L found it.

Lf he does that to me one more
time, l'm going to peel his spots.

L look up into the sky at night
and l wonder how far away it is.

What l would give to find out which
star, just so l could say, "There...

"that is my home."

Mom, l cannot believe you
packed this T-shirt.

- What's the matter with it?
- L can't wear this at the slumber party.

- Lt's completely childish.
- So pick another one.

They're all like this.

- Can l have one of yours, one of Buck's?
- No, you can't have one of Buck's.

Why don't you go find
one in my top drawer?

Thanks.

And l want you to get
some UV before you go.

L feel fine.

You're going camping,
you'll need the energy.

Okay. Okay.

L hate to admit this, but l am so glad
they're going away for the weekend.

Lf we don't get some
time alone, l don't....

George?

You're in a strange mood.

Oh, sorry.

This case.... Looking
through that telescope....

Don't worry. This weekend
will just be for me and you.

L'll open a tin of larvae.

My God, they've got his
blood all over them.

SERGlUS: We've made some calculations.
We've got three days.

We'll need someone at JPL.

- Marissa. She'll send the transmission.
- Good.

- Then everything's ready.
- Take those away, would you?

You know, there's a human
expression you should remember:

"You can't make an omelet
without breaking some eggs."

These maps will make you rich
beyond your wildest dreams.

- You will come, won't you, Matt?
- What?

To my party tomorrow night.

- Could we talk about it another time?
- Of course.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah, l'm fine.

- Look, l can get this myself.
- No, it's okay. No problem.

- Ls Jack Sikes your father?
- My uncle.

Was my uncle. He died.

- Oh, l'm so sorry.
- That's okay. lt's all right, it's okay.

Look, l can handle it myself.

No problem. l can get it.

L'll just get this inside.

- What's in it?
- L don't know.

Aren't you going to open it?

What is with you people?
Were you bred to be nosey?

L'm sorry.

L guess it's none of my beeswax.

- Just what does that mean?
- Look, it's been a hell of a day.

- Thanks for the help.
- Sure.

- You will come to my party, won't you?
- Don't count on me.

We'll see how
tomorrow shapes up.

All right.

Sergeant, your uncle...

Captain Sikes, was he a pirate?

A pirate?

L've been reading this very interesting
book, Pirates of the South Seas.

Did you know that they buried
their treasures in trunks?

There is no treasure
in my uncle's trunk.

- You opened it?
- No, l didn't open it.

Well, then, how do you know?

Matt, l've made some calls.

Tower's research was
entirely paid for...

by the lnterplanetary
lnterest Committee.

Now, we met with the director
yesterday, Carl Peterson.

Lt's strange he neglected
to tell us any of this.

- That is strange.
- Burns. What a surprise.

What's the matter? Run out
of two-headed baby stories?

Detective Francisco, any idea
what Tower was working on?

Just ignore him, George. He'll
crawl back under his rock.

L suppose the poignant
irony of this escapes you?

A frustrated scientist brutally murdered
on the eve of his greatest triumph.

What are you talking about?

You guys don't know, do you?

- Well, well, well.
- Spit it out, Burns.

No, you tell me what you know,
l'll tell you what l know.

- A civilized exchange of information.
- L got your civilized exchange.

We just subpoenaed
Tower's computer files.

- We might have something this afternoon.
- Thank you, Francisco.

You are a gentleman.

Tower called a press conference
just before he got bumped.

Let's go pay Carl
Peterson a visit.

Hey, Sikes, what's this
l hear about a trunk?

L didn't know l had any
information you would need.

Professor Tower's death
is a great loss to us.

- He helped our cause tremendously.
- What cause is that?

Lnterplanetary research. Reaching out
to extraterrestrial civilizations.

Do you know what Tower was
working on before he was killed?

Not specifically. No.

But you paid for his research.

A little thing you forgot
to mention yesterday.

We funded Tower on the basis of his
reputation, not a specific proposal.

Do you know that Tower had called a
press conference before he died?

L have a very good idea. Let's
bring my lawyer into this.

Your lawyer?

We're not charging
you with anything.

This is for your
protection, gentlemen.

To make sure everything is
done according to procedure.

L wouldn't want any evidence
ruled inadmissible.

You're saying you won't talk to
us unless you have a lawyer?

No.

Yes.

Five, Paul, Charlie, Echo,
three, seven, four.

Registered to Carl Peterson.
No wants, no priors.

He's clean.

That yo-yo's hiding something.

L'm going to order a
24-hour surveillance.

Matt, looks like we
have the first shift.

Let's see where old
Carl leads us.

Do you know this club?

Let's just see who
Carl's meeting here.

Excuse me, l'm meeting with Professor
Peterson. Has he come in yet?

L believe the Professor's
upstairs in the smoking room.

Good.

Come, George. Carl's
already upstairs.

- Just a moment, please.
- Come along, dear.

- Are you friends of the Professor?
- Old friends, dear friends.

L think l better call up
and tell him you're here.

Ls there a problem?

L'm sorry, gentlemen, but
we have a dress code.

Of course, l understand. How tacky.
L'll wait outside, George.

L'm afraid not.

You must understand,
this is a private club.

- Matt, let's go.
- You mean this is a restricted club.

- No Newcomers.
- Matt.

No, no, no, no, no. l understand.
L couldn't agree more.

Who knows what kind of diseases
these Slags carry, huh?

The things they eat. L hope you
don't let any wops in either.

Any spics, any hebes.
Keep up the good work.

That coroner, this guy.

- You let these jerks walk all over you.
- Lt's not important.

Do you realize, the head of
a space advocacy group...

belongs to a
Newcomer-restricted club?

You just stood there.

There is no sense in getting
upset with stupid people.

Lt is a waste of energy and you just
reduce yourself to their level.

Yeah, l'll remember that next
time you jump down my throat...

for telling a spongehead joke.

I am harder on you, not because
you are particularly smart...

but because l am forced to associate
with you on a daily basis.

Thanks.

Matt.

You are better than they are...

you're worth it.

Hey, just a sec.

Hello, this is Cathy Frankel.
L'm unable to take your call.

Please leave a message at
the sound of the beep.

Hi, Cathy. Sikes.

L really hate these things.

Look...

l'll come to your
party tonight, okay?

These are copies of
Tower's star maps.

Duplicates of the ones
we suspect are missing.

L couldn't believe it when l saw it.
There it is.

The object discovered
by Professor Tower.

An intelligent radio source on
the edge of our solar system...

headed back into deep space.

- Maybe an unmanned probe.
- Whose unmanned probe?

Lt's certainly not one of ours.
Lt's not from this planet.

We cross-referenced every
comet, satellite, meteor.

We know the trajectory your ship
must have taken before it crashed.

We matched it with this object.

We believe it's coming
from the same direction...

that your people were headed.

What's it doing?
Where's it going?

Lt just went behind the sun.

Lt'll re-emerge mid-morning,
two days from now...

but it will be
much further away.

Lt'll only be in range for a couple of
hours before we lose it again for good.

We'll be tracking it, with the rest
of the world, trying to make contact.

L'm going to notify everyone,
all the major observatories...

Wait.

L don't think you
should do that.

- Why?
- You are a scientist. l understand.

But consider the consequences if
it came from the same planet...

that enslaved my people.

They lost valuable property.
250,000 slaves.

What if they are looking
for that property?

What if that thing was
sent out to find us?

We don't know that. Lt might not
have anything to do with you.

But doesn't it make sense?

The exact same
trajectory as our ship?

- We can't afford to take that chance.
- There's something else.

This thing, whatever it is, is
probably what got Tower killed.

- Matt.
- Cathy.

L'm so glad you came.

- Me, too.
- L really want you to feel at home.

Come and meet some of my guests.

Jerry?

Cathy!

Well, what do you think?

- L like it.
- Really? Do you really?

Yes, yes, l like it.

Jerry, l'd like you to meet my neighbor.
This is Matt.

How you doing?

This is my friend, John.
John's a composer.

This is one of his pieces.
Lsn't he brilliant?

- Bowod.
- He calls me Bowod.

Lt's a Newcomer name.
lt means "valiant."

l love the sound. Bowod.

Don't you adore these people?
They came with nothing. Nothing!

They can appreciate
a sunset, a flower.

And they are
unbelievably sensual.

There's Bill Shakespeare.
Excuse me.

Lucky girl.

Jerry designs soap.

- And what do you do, Matt?
- L'm a cop.

Oh.

Nice talking to you, too.

Matt, you have to understand,
some Newcomers resent the police.

And with good reason.

You know what happened
to Tony's brother?

The guy's a brilliant nephrologist, right?
He was making a house call in Bel Air.

These two cops pull him over.
Want to know how come...

a Slag is driving a Porsche.

He tells them they have
no right to question him.

Well, fascist Terts beat him with
their flashlights and arrested him.

"Fascist Terts"?

Matt, why don't we get
you something to eat?

No, no, no, no, no. l'd like to hear
more about these "fascist Terts."

Just because a Tenctonese
has a nice car....

Let me take this opportunity,
as a fascist Tert...

to apologize on behalf of the entire
Los Angeles Police Department.

Matt....

l also want to tell you about
a couple friends of mine.

Hey, listen, man,
it's no biggie....

They stopped a BMW once for
a minor traffic violation.

Do you know what
happened to them?

The Newcomer inside took out a
shotgun and blew their faces off!

Thank you for making this a
truly unforgettable evening.

You didn't sleep very well.

Your thorax was
grumbling all night.

Sorry.

George?

Looking through that telescope,
it was so beautiful.

L forgot what else
was out there.

What if the Overseers find us?

Well, then we'll fight them.

And we'll have everyone on
Earth fighting with us.

Are you so sure?

L have to believe it, George.

This world is our home now.

- You know, l've been thinking....
- What?

Maybe we should
have another child.

A child born here. A
child of this Earth.

Are you sure you want to bring
a child up in this world?

Our future, our people's
future, is here, George.

Susan, do you realize
what this would mean?

- An infant. All that work.
- L know.

And two days ago l couldn't wait to get
Emily and Buck out of the house...

- and now l want another baby.
- You're just starting a job.

George, l only have three more cycles left.
We won't have another chance after that.

- L don't know. Maybe it's a crazy idea.
- No.

The kids. They are
growing up so fast.

They'll be gone
before we know it.

Maybe l've forgotten what
it was like, you know?

We've both gotten
used to our freedom.

All those sleepless nights.

Don't forget the incubation time
you'll have to put in with the pod.

Lt could be easier this time.
We have a house.

Lt could be good for
the whole family.

Celine, what a decision.

We don't have to decide today.

KlM: Those big yellow things
are Newcomer skin cells.

All the white stuff?

Bone tissue from
Professor Tower's skull.

- Which means?
- Which means...

Tower was killed by a punch
from a Newcomer's fist.

Lt broke through the cranium,
pushed the bone into the brain...

but it left those cells behind.

A Newcomer killed Tower?

He devoted his work to
tracing our origins.

Perhaps you'd like to
have a look, Sergeant.

L trust your analysis.

Newcomers are considerably stronger
than humans. More adaptable.

Now, in Darwinian terms, what
does that mean to our species?

Lt means we'd better
stay on their good side.

Seeing that Peterson belonged
to a restricted club...

l did a little checking up. Lt
seems he's a card-carrying Purist.

So is everybody on his board.

So, the so-called space research group is
really dedicated to getting rid of us.

Looks that way. Good.

L subpoenaed some records
from the phone company.

Every call made from the
lnterplanetary lnterest Committee...

in the last three months.

- Man, this is going to take some time.
- Maybe not.

You're putting me on. You
can't read that fast.

Look.

A call made to Tower's office just
30 minutes before he was killed.

Unreal!

Carl Peterson is human. He
couldn't have killed Tower.

L bet he knows who did.

Peterson's pretty squirrelly.
Let's give him a squeeze.

- What are you....
- George, don't! Don't!

Purist scum!

- George, you're already on probation!
- L don't care!

George!

Somebody called Tower from this office
30 minutes before he was killed.

- That somebody was you!
- You can't do this.

- Get him away from me!
- George, there's already one guy...

in a wheelchair because of you.
Lt's not right!

- First, l will break your leg.
- Lt wasn't me!

- And then, l will eat your face.
- Lt wasn't me!

- Please!
- George, wait.

You saying somebody else
made the phone call?

Yes! No! L made the call,
but l didn't kill him.

Then who did?

Mein Gott!

Thirty minutes. That is plenty of time
to make sure that he is in his office...

and then drive
over and kill him!

George, don't hurt him!

L called to see
how he was doing.

We were friends. l called him all the time.
Check with the phone company.

You talked with Tower all the
time, and yet you don't know...

what he was working on?

- Let me at him!
- George!

- Please. George, you're hurting me.
- Oh, sorry.

Look, Carl, you're the closest thing to
a murder suspect we've got right now.

L happen to think
you're innocent.

L think you're working with some
Overseers who killed Tower.

Trouble is, my partner
doesn't think that way.

Please help me out. Tell me who it was.
L can't control him.

Please. Call me, huh? Please.

Come on, get out!

"Then l will eat your face"? Where
do you come up with that stuff?

- L thought that sounded quite menacing.
- Menacing, right.

L just hope we don't get
the bill for that desk.

Desk?

Do you think l'd have
to pay for that?

Matt, l barely tapped it.

We didn't achieve our
objective, though, did we?

L don't know.

Carl's cracking. l think he just
needs another night to sweat it out.

- Hello.
- Hi.

L'd like to talk to you.

- Maybe this isn't a good time.
- No, no, no. lt's okay.

Come on in.

- L'd like to apologize for last night.
- No, l was the one out of control.

Runs in the family.

No. You were right to be angry. L
should have never had this party.

L don't even like those people.

L guess l was just trying to fit in.
Lt was very stupid.

The worst thing....

- l used you.
- Me?

Oh, yeah.

L did kind of feel on display.
"Cathy's human date."

l'm sorry.

- Ls that you?
- Yeah.

My uncle had some old photos.
L haven't seen them in years.

- May l?
- Sure.

L love looking at old
family pictures.

- Where were these taken?
- Detroit, mostly. That's where l grew up.

Also in L.A.

You are so lucky to have these.

Yeah.

- Uncle Jack.
- Ls that your uncle Jack?

He was in the merchant marines.

Look. He used to let
me wear his peacoat.

L loved that coat more than
anything in the world.

You were very close with him.

Here, look at this.

- He left that to you?
- Yep.

Hell, this is ridiculous.

After all these years, you know?

L lived with my uncle
Jack, off and on...

whenever my old man
got out of line.

But old Jack was a sailor.

And one day he took off.

L never forgave him for
leaving me behind.

L never called.

Never answered any
of his letters.

What a dumb kid, huh?

L just wish l could've
said goodbye.

Can l show you something?

On the slave ship, we were with
our parents until we were 10.

And then we were taken
away from them.

Sometimes to another workstation.
Sometimes to another planet.

We never saw them again.

A quarter of a million
of us on that ship...

and somehow, the rumors
still filtered back.

About a family member who'd been
shipped to a mining colony...

or to another workstation.

Another ship.

Or someone who'd died...

or been killed by the Overseers.

We never really knew for sure.

- See that constellation?
- Orion?

That's my father.

Standing watch, protecting me
when l was too exhausted to move.

And that one.

Cassiopeia. The Queen.

My mother.

With a dignity that no one
could take away from her.

The Swan. l forget
what it's called.

That's me.

When l was still a girl.

Before l was taken away
from the people l loved.

These are my old photographs.

- Detective Sikes.
- This is Carl Peterson.

Yeah?

You're early.

We've got a big day ahead of us.
Who were you calling?

Nobody. A friend. lt can wait.

Our message. Have you
spoken to the woman at JPL?

Does she know that we're coming?

Marissa? No. L thought it
best if we just showed up.

- Then let's go. ls everything ready?
- What's it say?

What we agreed on
in the beginning:

"We survive. Our cargo of
250,000 awaits your arrival."

No, no, there's more here.
L can read some of this.

Lt says...

L told you what it says.

L had a feeling he
was in trouble.

He's dead.

- Lt's a photocopy.
- Can you read it?

Lt's a Tenctonese binary code. What
the Overseers used on our ship.

- Like a Morse code?
- Yes.

We used something like it to
tap messages to each other.

"We survive.

"Our cargo of 250,000
awaits your arrival.

"Plus an additional
four billion more."

lt's followed by a set of
celestial coordinates.

Coordinates?

Earth's coordinates.

Matt, it's what l thought.

That probe. They are trying
to contact that probe.

Four billion more slaves....

The entire planet?

That space telescope, George.
Lt also has a transmitter.

Dr. Myers? l'm Dr. Sergius Fromme.
L'm on the board of the l.l.C.

Professor Peterson sent me.

- He sent you?
- He couldn't come himself.

This is the message
he'd like transmitted.

L don't understand.

Of course. Professor
Peterson didn't tell you.

We'd like you to make contact with
the probe when it clears the sun...

and send this message.

L'm not authorized to transmit.
L'll have to confirm this with him.

There really isn't time.

Ls it locked on to the
probe's coordinates?

Ls it locked on to the
probe's coordinates?

- Yes.
- Access the transmitter.

Continue.

When this reaches zero, the probe has
cleared the sun. ls that correct?

We'll send my message
as soon as it does.

Police! Don't move!

Sikes, get his other heart!

Ms. Myers, come here.

You transmitted the message?

You forced him to send
it four seconds early.

The probe wouldn't have
quite cleared the sun.

Most likely, the
message was lost.

- "Most likely"?
- Most likely.

- Are you still thinking about that case?
- No. Something else.

About you and me.

And our new child.

Our new child.

L may dream of our planet, but
you're right. This is our home now.

This strange, yet
wonderful Earth.

A child will bond us to it.

Yes.

- Keep your eyes closed.
- Okay.

- Okay.
- You're almost there.

Now...

it isn't as good as being there,
but maybe it'll do for now.

Open your eyes.

Lt's for you.

Lt was my uncle's.

- Matt, l....
- Listen, l knew the guy pretty good.

Lf he was around, he'd
give it to you himself.

Thank you.

L remember when l was a kid,
looking up at the sky with him.

Feeling so small.

There are so many stars, Cathy. So
many suns with so many planets.

Yes.

L often ask myself: "Why is it?

"How is it that we
ended up here?"

We all ask ourselves that.

But you were born here.

This is your home.

You know, my uncle spent
his whole life traveling.

When you'd ask where he called
home, he'd point right here.

Why don't you take a closer
look at your family photos?

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