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[Jordan] Thanks for the lift, Woody. I gotta tell you.

Ever since they pulled her out of the swamp, she's been nothing but trouble.

What was it this time?

I tend to glaze over when mechanics talk about my car.

All I heard was "Manifold" and "$300."

Now this, Jordan, this right here is a ride.

Spent the last four weekends tearing her apart

and rebuilding her from scratch.

-Is that right? -Yep.

Bore out the cylinders, resurfaced the heads,

and swapped out the two barrel carb with a four barrel.

Sounds like more barrels.

[engine revving]

-[whooping] -[pop music playing on radio]

Listen to that kitty purr!

Muy macho.

[siren wailing]

Friend of yours?

License and registration, please.

I'm on the job.

Did you know you parked in a red zone, Detective?

Spalding, is it?

You're probably over at 117.

You know my good buddy Will Higgins.

Everybody calls him "Little Willy."

New policy in effect. Nobody slides.

Woody, maybe we should just get this over with, right?

I'm not going to ask you again, Detective.

Now, we can do this the easy way or we can do it the hard way.

[laughs] That's a good one.

That is really a good one. I want to use that.

You gotta give me that speech again so I can write it down.

Something about the easy way?

[tires screeching]

Your lucky day.

Keep in touch!

[dispatch] All available units, code 10-50.

Rabbit on the run.

Gray Dodge Intrepid.

Feeling adventurous?

Let's roll.

[siren blaring]

Come on, come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Muy muy macho.

[gunshots]

Call it in.

This is unit 377

requesting backup.

Corner of Washington and 32nd.

[groaning]

[labored breathing]

Spalding.

Oh, man, Spalding. Okay, just breathe.

All right, Spalding? Just breathe.

You hear me? You're gonna be fine.

Breathe, Spalding.

Just breathe, okay?

Breathe.

That's it, breathe.

[sirens wailing]

Stay with me, Spalding.

Spalding, stay with me.

Stay with me.

[theme music playing]

Is there going to be a wake for Officer Spalding?

Tonight, 6:00, at his house.

Woody, he took four in the chest, point-blank range.

Nobody could've saved him.

Any family?

Two kids. A boy and a girl.

His son is here now.

Two kids without a dad, and we still got a cop killer on the loose.

The Captain asked me to do grief counseling for the kid,

but he's a tough one to reach.

I think that maybe he might feel more comfortable

talking to a man.

Me?

I don't know what to tell him.

Words don't matter. You just try to connect.

His name is Jesse.

Hey. Jesse.

I'm Detective Hoyt.

I'm real sorry about your dad.

Is your mom around?

She died. [sniffles]

Cancer.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. You said that already.

I was the last person to speak with your father

before he died.

He seemed like a real good man.

Yeah, I guess.

Hey. Hey.

There is no greater hero

than an officer slain in the line of duty.

Don't you ever forget that.

I know what you're going through.

And it's going to take a lot of time.

But...

It'll get better.

[Bug] No hairs or DNA.

I'll run the microfibers.

But I'm guessing whoever did this

was wearing gloves.

Blunt force trauma.

Sure reads crime of passion.

There's plenty of blood on her clothes,

but not much on the sheet.

So someone beats her violently night before last,

and then wraps her in the sheet,

throws her in the trunk of a car,

12 to 16 hours later.

Which means somewhere out there is a very bloody crime scene.

I heard about your car chase.

You sure you're all right?

Aw, you were worried about me?

Starting to get attached to you, Cavanaugh.

I tried calling last night, but...

I'm sorry. I turned off my phone so I could get some sleep.

Sorry. Sorry.

[chuckling]

-Do me a favor. -What?

Next time you need a lift, just ask me instead.

I'd rather you weren't out there racing around with cowboy cops.

-Cowboys? -Yeah.

-Hey. -Hey.

You get a look at the body?

Yeah. Yeah.

No autopsy yet, but it's pretty clear she was bludgeoned.

Bug's in Trace. He can fill you in.

So any word from CSU?

No. The car was clean.

No prints. No blood other than hers.

We got nothing.

Except two orphans.

I got the husband coming in now. Maybe he'll give us a lead.

[Radlauer] Oh, my God.

This can't be happening.

When was the last time you spoke to your wife, Mr. Radlauer?

The day before yesterday.

I called.

I was away on business.

I...

We own a construction company.

Oh, my God.

She's really dead.

She was found in the trunk of this car last night.

A car she apparently rented.

I don't understand. Why would she rent a car?

Hers is working fine.

-You don't know anything about this car? -No.

-This gray Intrepid? -No.

Whoever did this, you have got to find them.

[Woody] Oh, we will.

You see, the man who killed your wife also killed a police officer.

Good cop.

Ten years on this force.

Left two kids with no father.

So don't worry about that. We'll get him.

Nothing motivates police work like catching a cop killer.

Why don't we talk again once this investigation is a little further along?

And if you have any questions,

please feel free to call me any time.

Thanks.

Uh, that was fast.

-He did it. -What?

-You sure? -All we need now is proof.

What did he say?

It's what he didn't say.

He sat down. He talked. He cried.

And then he left. But he never asked how.

You tell somebody heir wife died,

it's human nature to ask how,

unless, of course, you already know.

-Hey. -Hey.

-Let me grab your coat. -Thanks.

-How's our case? -Progressing.

Four months ago, the husband, Robert Radlauer,

got an above-market offer on their construction company.

He wanted to sell. She didn't. It caused friction.

One month later, he took out a $1 million life insurance policy on her.

All good. All circumstantial.

Yeah.

I've talked to friends, work colleagues.

He's the only one with a motive,

and the only one without an alibi.

He's our guy, Renee. I can feel it.

Don't let your emotions cloud you on this one, Hoyt.

The last thing we need is to get prematurely excited.

Pardon my French.

Put him inside that car.

You do that, it's a two-fer.

If he was driving the Intrepid,

we've got him for his wife's murder,

as well as Officer Spalding.

Hey.

You okay?

Me and Megan are supposed to live in Baltimore

with that old lady in there.

[exhales]

Never even seen her before in my life.

My dead grandmother's sister or something.

Baltimore's a great town.

Yeah?

Why don't you go live there?

Listen, Jesse, I know this is tough,

but your sister needs you right now.

You gotta be strong for her.

What the hell makes you think you're supposed to come in here

and give me advice or something?

If you're such a genius, why haven't you found the guy that killed my dad?

We think we have.

We just need to prove it.

It's the husband, right?

The husband of Lisa Radlauer.

It's been all over the news, man.

They said he's been questioned.

Why haven't you guys arrested him?

We need evidence.

So get it!

The car is at city impound.

I'll go there first thing in the morning with a forensics expert

and we will comb through every fiber,

until we have proof that Robert Radlauer was driving that car.

What if you don't find it?

We will.

[Jordan] Woody, I want to catch this guy as much as you do,

but CSU already scoured this thing with every toy they've got.

Come on, Jordan. We both know that they miss stuff all the time.

Give me something here.

Come on.

Jordan. Jordan, come here.

What is that?

A cell phone in almost plain view.

I got Robert Radlauer's phone number.

Come on, baby. Please work. Please work.

[phone ringing]

Bag it and tag it.

We are sending a cop killer to jail.

Woody, this doesn't really make sense.

I mean, this thing was not here yesterday.

Well, it's here now.

[door opens]

Hey.

Robert Radlauer was arrested an hour ago.

Woody and some unis are searching his place now.

His prints were on the cell. Cell was in the car.

Sounds like a slam dunk.

It's not airtight, but it's a good start anyway.

Anything on the body?

Yeah, grains of something from inside a wound.

Looks like sand.

Could she have been killed on a beach?

There wasn't any on her clothes.

Must've been on the murder weapon.

The grains are very fine. Almost identical.

Not exactly like beach sand.

At least not from this part of the world.

This case is a big deal for Woody.

The two kids and...

You must know him pretty well by now, huh?

We don't exactly know each other.

I don't mean that.

Well, I mean, you are his shrink, right?

-Ex-shrink. -Okay.

Well, I guess you would call me his ex-something.

Actually, I should say ex-almost-something.

He's a good guy, Woody, good heart.

But over these last few months, I've seen him

get so invested in a case that he...

Maybe we shouldn't be having this conversation.

We do a thing in psychology.

When a patient's uncomfortable discussing something,

it can be easier to talk in theoreticals.

So...

Let's just say you know a guy named Mike.

I think Mike planted that cell phone.

We found some very interesting things in your house, Robert.

Your little black book, for example.

For a married guy, you collected quite a few phone numbers from escorts.

We start talking to some of these girls, who knows what they're going to say.

I've instructed my client not to speak at this interview.

That's your choice, councilor.

Personally, I think cooperation would be a better tact.

-But if you'd rather go before a judge... -No problem.

Just forgive me if I smirk a little

when your ass hits the pavement.

Excuse me?

We've got phone numbers.

That'll never see the light of day.

Fruit of the poisonous tree.

You got the numbers from inside the house.

You got inside the house because of the cell.

And the cell phone was planted.

This is a police report.

Filed by my client at 6:00 a.m. this morning.

His car was broken into last night.

His cell phone was stolen.

This is ridiculous. What are you trying to say?

You broke into his car,

you stole his cell phone, and you planted it in that rental car.

These are nice shots of the rental car.

Not so impressive when compared to these.

CSU photographs

of the exact same angle 24 hours earlier.

No phone.

Now, if you want to lay all this out before a judge--

You really think you can intimidate me

into letting a guilty man walk?

All due respect, Ms. Walcott,

you don't have much choice.

You got nothing.

Zip.

You're free to go.

You want to tell me what the hell just happened here?

Maybe later.

Dr. M, what do you make of this?

Phone number maybe?

Must've been a very important number.

It's tattooed on.

Found him on the roof of the Rossmore building.

Died of exposure.

No one knows how or why he was up there.

[Bug] Sorry, miss, I told you this area is off limits.

Oh, my God.

It's true.

I'm Dr. Macy.

-Was the deceased a relative? -My husband.

I'm here to claim the body.

Yeah, of course.

Soon as we're done with the autopsy.

No, I need the body right away.

I'm sorry, but this could take a few days.

-There's a protocol we follow, Miss... -Goodson.

Natalie Goodson. And it can't wait a few days.

I've...

I need to bury him right away.

Was your husband Jewish?

Why do you ask?

It's Jewish tradition to bury loved ones

within the first 24 hours.

Yes.

He was Jewish.

A rabbi, in fact.

John Henry Smith.

What synagogue was Rabbi Smith affiliated with?

Okay.

John wasn't my husband, he was my boyfriend.

We met three years ago in a support group for alien abductees.

"Alien abductees"?

[Goodson] They're coming for his body.

They're coming, and I have to take him while there's no moon.

Um, is there anyone we could call

or any medication that we should know about?

No, no. You don't understand. He can't stay here.

The transmitter won't work indoors.

-Transmitter? -Yes.

Don't you see? There's no moon tonight.

They'll only come if there's no moon.

[groans and laughs]

If you'd been a little quicker on the trigger,

we wouldn't be in this position.

Yeah, well, I was kind of hoping to get through my entire life

without having to shoot someone.

You all right?

Yeah.

It's just that a really good friend of mine is in trouble right now.

Woody Hoyt.

There's a rumor going around.

Something about planted evidence.

Guess that would make a good story.

And you don't want me to write it, do you?

You know what, you've gotta do what you gotta do.

Okay, I don't really want to argue with you anymore

about what is personal and what's professional.

I can't back off 'cause it's someone you still...

have feelings for.

Are you fishing, Pollack?

No, what, are you jealous?

Love is like malaria.

Once it's under your skin, it's never really gone.

Just goes dormant. Sometimes for years.

Then when you least expect it,

it's back.

All done.

The bandage?

Yeah, the bandage.

What the hell were you thinking?

You-you said you needed proof that he was in the car.

You could go to jail. You think about that?

Who's gonna take care of your sister

if you're locked up in some cell?

You don't catch criminals by breaking the law.

What'd your dad think? How ashamed would he be?

Yeah, well, he's dead so it doesn't matter, does it?

Show some respect!

I know what you're going through.

I do. But that's--

Why do you keep saying that?

Man, how the hell do you know what I'm going through?

Because my dad was blown away, too!

My father was slain in the line of duty,

by some...punk,

in a liquor store.

Just like that.

Made me and my brother orphans to a dead police officer.

And it... It really...

Really sucks.

And it takes a very long time.

And I'm going to tell you what I learned.

You don't fall down.

You stand up.

You act like a man.

And you always honor your father's memory.

You're working late.

I should tell you straightaway

that you don't have to speak to me

without your PBA rep present.

What's that supposed to mean?

Did you or did you not plant the cell phone in that car?

What if I did?

Guy killed a cop.

And now he's gonna skate because of you.

Evidence tampering, obstruction of justice.

When I can prove that you did this, and I will,

I will see you behind bars.

Consider yourself notified.

You are hereby under investigation

by the Suffolk County D.A.'s office.

Nothing gives me more satisfaction

than putting away a bad cop.

That's a grasping rigid rhinoscope.

Is it? [chuckles] Oh, yeah.

She said he had a transmitter.

Yeah, because she's insane.

Come on, Bug.

Aren't you the least bit curious?

Huh? Huh?

Where's your sense of adventure?

Laying dormant,

along with my lust for life and quest for greatness.

Abduction phenomena has been reported on every corner of the globe.

I even have an uncle who was taken by aliens.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

He was taken up to the mothership,

probed for nine hours.

And then, when they were done with him,

they dropped him in an alfalfa field buck-naked.

Look, these abductions can be explained physiologically.

Most are people prone to sleep paralysis.

The hallucinations can seem as real as real life.

Well, then explain why so many people

have the exact same hallucination.

A cultural phenomenon.

We live on a steady diet of science fiction movies and TV shows.

[Nigel] Whoa.

What is that?

Seems a cultural phenomena was implanted inside this man's head.

I'll be right back.

Not very popular around here, are you, mate?

Something about setting a cop-killer free.

Too bad about your arm, Pollack.

Hope it doesn't get gangrene and fall off.

Word is the D.A. is coming after you big time.

No comment.

It's a sad story, really.

"Detective Plants Evidence That Gets Cop Killer Kicked."

I'd love to hear your side of it.

-You're a leech, Pollack. -I report the news.

No, what you do is look for bodies on fire to throw gasoline on.

So what, I'm supposed to leave you alone

'cause you used to sleep with my girlfriend?

Hey, Woody! Come on.

At least let his gunshot heal before you break his jaw.

Let me show you to the door.

[sighs deeply]

[keyboard clattering]

Looks like sand. It smells like sand.

And voila. It's silica.

Synthetic sand?

Mmm-hmm. Fine grains.

Uniform in size.

Most commonly used for sand traps at golf courses.

The impressions on his skull had a curvature,

not unlike a golf club.

I'll put together a list of courses in the area.

Anything?

Woody, this isn't a good idea.

-You shouldn't be here. -What did he use to beat her with?

A golf club.

Do we know if Robert Radlauer plays golf?

If he does, he's been keeping it a secret.

I've been through the house, the garage, his car, hers.

No signs of golf anywhere.

I really appreciate you helping me on this.

I don't have a lot of friends left at the moment.

Just trying to catch a bad guy.

You know what I mean.

I got myself in a real jam here.

I just wish you hadn't done it, Woody.

Yeah.

[cell phone ringing]

Excuse me. This is Hoyt.

Oh, no. Come on.

I'm on my way.

Jesse Spalding, the cop's son.

It looks like he made another stupid mistake.

Another mistake? What was his first mistake?

-Woody. -I gotta go.

You're protecting him. You can't do this!

You can't throw your life away!

You want to help me, Jordan? Help me nail this guy.

Where'd you find him?

Hiding in the bushes in the front yard of Robert Radlauer's house.

And Detective, we found this on him.

I suppose I could bury it down in Lost and Found.

Kid did just lose his dad.

Thank you for the heads-up.

How dumb are you, Jesse?

You want to survive this or spend the rest of your life in prison?

Look, I wasn't gonna do anything.

I just wanted to scare him.

By waving a gun in the guy's face? How dumb is that?

So what, are you stalking him now?

How long you been doing this?

Since the night that I stole his cell phone.

I followed him to some chick's apartment.

You know, I waited for him outside.

When he didn't come out by 3:00, you know,

-I just broke into his car. -Whoa, whoa, whoa.

He was at some chick's apartment till 3:00 a.m.

two days after his wife died?

Come on, I want to see where this girl lives.

You actually expect me to believe this?

Well, how else would you explain it?

It might be some kind of surgical implant.

Or maybe he's one of those guys you hear about,

shove stuff into his orifices.

You know, when I worked in the ER,

we had this guy come in every week with some--

No.

I have run every metallurgical test known to man.

This is made of a material

never before seen in our world.

Get out of here.

And we've discovered it.

This is huge, gentlemen.

All right.

I'm gonna get to the bottom of this.

Hey.

You know that thing I was telling you about my friend Mike...

It isn't true.

He was covering for someone else.

Jesse Spalding.

So, what I'm thinking is...

If, between us, we can build a case against Radlauer,

a strong case with no ties to the tainted cell phone,

the D.A. might drop her investigation of Woody.

What have you got?

Not much.

Just some forensics that point to a golf course.

I can work up some background.

Friends, family, see if I can scare up a phone record or two.

But I don't think this is going to help your cause very much.

Courtesy of J.D. Pollack.

I got your message. I came as soon as I could.

Thanks a lot.

This is Woody's doing, Jordan.

I didn't bring him trouble. He made his own.

If he's cleared in the investigation--

He'll never really be cleared, will he?

Now that half of Boston has read that he's a dirty cop.

I'm a reporter, Jordan. It's just professional.

No, it's not. It's personal.

You went after him because you're jealous.

Yeah, and you know what else?

He didn't do it. You went after the wrong guy.

Petty theft. Prostitution.

This is just your local sheet.

I'm not flipping a john. Girls end up dead that way.

You see that kid out there? He's an eyewitness.

Puts Robert Radlauer in your apartment at 3:00 a.m.

Forty-eight hours after he killed his wife.

I don't know what you're talking about.

The kid's 16 years old, and now he is an orphan.

You want to know why?

Because this man killed his father.

Four shots, point-blank range.

Vicki,

please help me put this guy away.

He calls himself Andy Burnett.

I see him a couple times a month.

Likes me. He's into kinky stuff.

Like what?

Picks me up at night, and drives me some place to have sex.

What's so weird about that?

Drives me in the trunk of his car.

I get in, he closes the trunk,

and we go off to some house.

Where?

I'm in the trunk. How the hell should I know?

It's about half hour away.

Any clues that could lead us there?

Smells like...grass.

You know, fresh cut grass.

You have to help me.

Uh...

You scared me.

You believe, too, don't you?

I could see it in your eyes.

Please, his body has to be returned.

I can't just carry a body out of the morgue.

-There's paperwork-- -There's no time.

Look, I found the transmitter.

You see? I told you.

-It's just like Yuri said. -Yuri?

His name isn't really John Smith.

It's Yuri Vladovich.

Sixteen years ago, he worked on the space station Mir orbiting Earth.

He was a cosmonaut.

Something happened to him up there.

They came to him.

The aliens.

They were interested in the experiments

he'd been working on in space.

They offered to take him with them.

He wouldn't go without his wife and daughter.

So they agreed to come to Earth for all three of them

in one month's time.

But Yuri's mission was extended.

And by the time he returned home,

his wife and daughter were gone.

Sweet Nancy.

He spent the last 15 years

trying to make contact with them.

He'd finally figured out the exact coordinates right here in Boston.

[elevator dings, door opens]

I know that he loved me.

But he belongs with his family.

Please, I am begging you.

They only come when the sky is moonless.

It has to be now.

Her story checks out.

Yuri Vladovich spent four months on the Mir space station.

Six weeks of which he was completely alone up there.

Plenty of time to go stir-crazy and start seeing things.

Ah, come on, Bug!

Of the six billion people on this planet,

only a handful have been into outer space.

The numbers on the palm of his hand,

they're GPS coordinates down to the foot.

Guess where?

The roof of the Rossmore building.

Where he died two nights ago.

And there's no moon for one more night.

-I've giving her back the body. -What?

It was the man's dying wish.

I made up my mind.

Nigel.

Are you crazy?

Do you know what kind of trouble you could get in?

If she's wrong and the aliens don't come for the body,

then I will deal with the consequences.

But if she's right and they do come...

Then I am going to be a witness to one of the greatest events

in the history of mankind.

[laughs] This has got nothing to do with a man's dying wish.

This is all about you.

A normal life just isn't good enough for you, is it?

Vampires, ghosts, wacko conspiracy theories.

You see, I am fine with the answers that I have.

-But you... -Well, maybe I'm just deeper than you.

Oh, right. Sure. That's it, Nige.

I'm taking him.

Fourteen golf courses within 100-mile radius.

And there were 80 miles logged on the rental car.

Okay.

Six courses in that range,

all with houses on the property.

I spoke to Lisa's mother up in Montreal.

She had talked to Lisa a couple of times the night she died.

-You have the phone logs? -Yeah.

So they spoke at 6:00,

and again at 7:00.

Wait a sec.

Her mother called her cell at 11:35,

but Lisa didn't answer.

But we could still track which cell tower handled that call.

Riverton cell tower.

Here.

Within range of Winding Hills Estates.

One hundred twenty homes set around a golf course.

[phone ringing]

Woody.

Seems that Robert Radlauer was leading a double life his wife knew nothing about.

An alias and the whole deal.

Do you know what name he was using?

Andy Burnett.

Well, maybe Robert Radlauer doesn't play golf.

But I'm betting that Andy Burnett does.

Yes, he owns a home under that name.

122 Homewood.

Winding Hills Estates.

Thirty miles south on Route 3

near Duxbury.

Okay, I'm just gonna drop Jesse back off at his place

and then I'm gonna meet you there.

I'm sorry it had to go this way, Woody.

Truly, I am.

When you start an investigation,

you never know where it'll lead.

Don't do this.

There was a witness at the impound lot,

picked his photo from a sheet.

Jesse Spalding, you are under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up that right, anything you say

can and will be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney,

and an attorney will be present during questioning.

Take the service elevator on the west end of parking level two.

She'll be waiting for you.

What I don't get is, why does he need his glasses on

if he's, like, dead?

There are mysteries in this world, Brian,

I cannot begin to explain.

Nigel, I cannot let you do this.

It's already done.

Then I'm telling Dr. Macy.

This is not high school, Bug.

This is bigger than this morgue.

Hey, I've been looking for you guys.

So our alien abductee, his real name's Vladovich.

-Really? -Yeah.

Sent his prints to a friend of mine at the State Department.

Turns out he was a scientist with the Russian Space Program.

Specialist in metallurgy.

Spent four months on the space station Mir

developing metals in zero gravity.

While he was up there, his wife took their daughter

and ran off with his best friend.

When he got home, he flipped out and started claiming

that they'd been abducted by aliens.

Wow. That's an amazing story.

It's kind of sad, really, when you think about it.

People tell themselves all kinds of things

to avoid taking a good long look in the mirror.

Yeah.

Bullets. .380 auto.

The same caliber fired into Spalding's chest.

I got blood spatter here.

Lisa finds out that he's been cheating on her,

that all of his business trips aren't necessarily so.

She rents a car to follow him so he won't recognize hers.

She tracks him here, his secret hideaway.

So this is where you bring them?

-Your whores? -Shut up, bitch!

He's got a gun. Why doesn't he just shoot her?

He didn't plan on killing her, but they argue.

No, you're not!

She threatens.

-Watch me, you bastard. -You don't got the guts.

She's gonna destroy him, take everything he's got.

You're finished!

In his rage, he loses control.

Get your hands off me!

Grabs a golf club. Takes a swing.

-Hits her. -[both grunt]

She falls.

And he just keeps hitting.

The next day, he wrapped her in a bed sheet

and put her in the trunk of the rental,

figuring he'd come back later for his own car.

He takes the gun with him, just in case.

And then drove off to dump the body.

So...

So what first brought you into the alien abduction group?

My husband.

We were high school sweethearts back in Pennsylvania.

Once we moved to Boston, he...

grew distant,

like a stranger.

I realized later, of course,

that he'd already been implanted.

One day I came home from work, and he was gone.

Just like that?

There was a note.

Obviously forged.

That's when I joined the abduction support group and I met Yuri.

I guess that's what first brought Yuri and I together.

He'd lost loved ones to the aliens, too.

Wonder what's keeping them.

My friend, Bug, at work,

he thinks I'm totally bonkers being out here tonight.

I know people like that.

Always bombarding me with facts and science.

I just tell them that... It's not about facts.

It's about believing.

It's about...

the wonder.

Indeed. Yeah.

The wonder.

So, what if they don't come?

Maybe they'll come next month.

Or maybe Yuri was wrong.

Maybe the aliens intend for his body to stay here.

With you.

Would you mind staying with me for a little while, just in case?

I'd like that. Sure.

[Jordan] Blood spatter.

Weapon.

Prints. Phone records.

Rock-solid case built on old-fashioned shoe leather.

Evidence tampering. Double homicide.

He's just a messed up kid.

You caught me in a generous mood.

Don't say I never did you any favors.

Woody.

What you did for Jesse Spalding,

putting your life on the line like that,

it was a real good thing.

You make me proud to know you.

I appreciate that.

Thank you for your help.

You didn't have to do that.

See you around, Woody.

See you around.

Hey. Long day.

Long week.

Yeah.

Your husband doesn't mind you working so late all the time?

My what?

Oh, this. Um...

It's just a decoration.

Oh.

Something to keep the boys away.

You know, I tried a fly swatter,

but it just encouraged them.

Listen, um...

I know it wasn't an accident,

you asking me to help with Jesse.

It wasn't?

I get it. I was him and he was me.

I wasn't born yesterday.

You're going to be okay, Woody.

Yeah. I think I am.

Come on. Let me walk you out.

Okay.

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