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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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