All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries s19e20 Fire in the Sky.eng

(distant bird calling)

- Are we almost there?

- Should be just
beyond these trees.

(indistinct chatter)

- The newest member of our
Astronomical Society. Welcome.

(Roberts): Thank you, Mr. Grant.

- Ah, the detective tells me

you�ve been
to the Dominion Observatory.

- Yes, I have.
It was incredible.

- The Dominion?

I wish it wasn�t
all the way up in Ottawa.

We only have the old
Cooke telescope here.

- Mr. Grant. How is your work
on radio position signals

coming along?
- I�ve made some great strides,

but that�s all I can say.

(grunts)

- Oh! Uh, allow me.

(Murdoch laughing)
- Thank you.

- Ah. There.

Are you a new member?

- Yes. My name is Macy.

- Oh. Lovely.
Are you an astronomy student?

- In a way.
I find it fascinating.

(chuckling)
(Roberts): The procession!

Look! Look at that.

(crowd gasping)
Oh, wow.

- I told you. I was right!

- Incredible!
I still can�t believe it!

- I lost track
of all of the meteors.

- Do you think it reached
the Atlantic Ocean?

- What�s that?

(unsettling music)

It�s a man.

- He�s naked.

- Sir, who has a blanket?

(murmuring)

- Sir.

- Here.

He�s covered in some
sticky substance.

- Sir? Are you all right?

- Who are you?

Are you Earthlings?

- Yes.

- Then they must have
sent me back.

- Back from where?

- Up there. In outer space.

(suspenseful music)

(theme music)

- What�s the last thing
that you remember?

- Darkness.

Noise.

You�re not gonna believe this,

but I always knew
this would happen.

- That you would be
taken by Martians?

- I don�t know
where they were from...

only that they took me up there
to be with them.

- Can you tell us your name?

- They must have wanted
to tell me

my work was important.

- What is your work?

- I have to put it in terms
that you will understand,

but right now...

(sighs)
I�m so tired, travelled so far.

- What is that substance
he�s covered in?

- I don�t know, but I took
a sample for analysis.

- Sir. Is it true?
Is this man from outer space?

- No, Henry! He is not.

(indistinct chatter)

(Watts): You said he broke in
this morning?

- He didn�t kill me,
but he may as well have.

Took every cent I had.
I�m finished.

- Hm. Tell me exactly
what happened.

- Well...

I opened up the door
for the day.

A man rushed in,
hat pulled down

and a sack covering his face.

He wa- He was wearing gloves.

- Do you remember
how tall he was?

- No.
A little taller than you...

with a deep voice.

- And you reported that
he was armed?

- Yeah. He waved a gun
in my face.

I said,
"Wait. The money�s in the safe,"

uh, but I didn�t move
fast enough for him.

Fired off a shot.

- Oh!

(mysterious music)

- I only go to the bank
once a month.

All the money I had
was in that safe.

- Looks like
a .44-calibre bullet.

- Well, I don�t know about guns,
but cigars, on the other hand.

Interested?
- Ah... Well, no.

- I�ve got the best
cigars in Toronto.

- No, thank you.
(sniffs)

Mr. Korman. I�ll be in touch.

- Oh.
- Oh.

- This�ll give you
a taste for it.

- Ah.

- Hm.

(sighs)
Detective.

You claim you were taken
by extraterrestrials.

- Yes. Um...

I was on a rooftop,

and then I woke up
in total darkness.

Then I heard, uh...

(mimics ghostly whirring)

- What were you doing
in that field?

Did you predict
the meteor procession?

- No. But perhaps
it was their...

their ships appearing
as meteors.

- Can you tell us about
your work?

You claim these beings
wanted you to share it.

- Yes. Yes, yes.

Yes, uh, I-I�ve observed
red shift

in all save three
of the fifteen spiral nebulae.

- What does this red shift mean?

- All matter in the universe,

stars, the planets,
this building,

will be torn apart.

- I see.

- You think I�m mad? Well...

I�ve discovered the key
to the beginning and ending

of all things.

I need to speak
to the newspaper.

- Perhaps we�ll
hold off on that. Sir?

(clears throat)

I�m going to speak
with some friends

at the university
Physics Department.

- Mm. One of their professors

may have become troubled.
Good thinking.

- Oh! Sir.

- Henry, please take
this man�s fingermarks

and see if it matches
any on record.

- Will do, sir.

- I ran into Detective Watts
this morning.

- Oh.

- There was an armed robbery
just down the street

from the Star Bright,
Korman�s tobacconist.

- Why would anyone rob
that store?

There couldn�t be more than
ten dollars in the till.

- Maybe someone was trying
to send a message.

- I hope you aren�t saying
I had anything to do with that.

I have nothing to do with guns.

- Is he on your rounds?

- Korman�s been paying
two dollars a month

into the community fund,
like everyone else.

And I haven�t been asking him
for more.

- Because you told me
you were going to stop

extorting businesses.

- I�ve kept my word.

- Want to believe you, Ephraim.

But with everything
that has happened this year...

- I know what this is about.

You�re upset.

Your fianc�,
or should I say ex-fianc�,

told you he was staying
in Boston for good.

- How do you know that?

- Isaiah and I
have mutual friends.

- Oh.

- Miss Hart.

I apologize if
I�m interrupting something.

- I was just leaving. Detective.

- I have a sample
for you to analyze.

- Where did this come from?

- Someone claims that
it is from another planet,

but I have reason to believe
that it is from

right here on Earth.

- Interesting. Leave it with me.

- Thank you, Miss Hart.
- Hm.

(curious music)

- Constable Roberts!

- I�ve said
you can call me Teddy.

- I can hardly shout
a colleague�s Christian name

in the street.

- How are you, Miss Berger?

- Constable McNabb told me about
the man who came from space.

He also took great delight
in telling me the man

was found naked.
- Yes.

He claimed he fell
from one of the meteors we saw.

Did you see them?
- No. I was asleep.

- Incredible!

I saw them through
Detective Murdoch�s telescope.

- Be that as it may, surely
you don�t believe this man.

- The Inspector said
to keep an open mind.

- One should have
some common sense.

I could never
take a man seriously

who entertains such wild ideas.

- Yes. Of course.

Say, there�s a movie
playing at the theatorium.

- The one about ancient Rome.

I might attend.
It looks... edifying.

- I was thinking
of going tonight.

- I might go tomorrow.

- Oh! We could-

- I hope you enjoy it,
Constable. Good day.

(curious music)

- Roberts!

What took you so long?

I�m so hungry
I could eat a horse.

- I was talking
with Miss Berger outside.

- Oh. I see.

- Where is he?

- Oh, the spaceman?
In Detective Murdoch�s office.

He wanted to make
a telephone call.

- To whom?
- A newspaper.

- Does Detective Murdoch
know he�s doing that?

- The man survived
flying in outer space.

Who am I to stop him
using a telephone?

(birds chirping)

(indistinct chatter)

- Detective Murdoch.

We�ve just been charting
the meteor�s path.

- We�ve heard of sightings
from Minnesota and New York.

Even a steamship near Barbados
saw the procession.

- That-that is very interesting,
but I�ve actually come

about the man that we found here
on the ground.

- Oh, yes. Is he still addled?

- Well, he refuses to give us
his name, or where he lives.

I�ve thought about taking him
to the asylum, but-

- Take who to the asylum?

One of my students?

They are a mad bunch.

- Detective Murdoch,
this is Dr. Boys,

the head
of the Physics Department.

- Dr. Edmond Boys.

I-I read the paper
you co-authored

with Dr. Einstein about
the cosmological constant.

- Ah, yes. My coefficient,

accounting for gravity
in Albert�s equations

of our static universe.

- Uh, my good friend
George Crabtree

once suggested to Dr. Einstein-

(scoffs)
- Let me guess.

He gave him the idea
for general relativity?

Lots of chaps say that.

- Detective Murdoch is trying
to figure out

where that man
we found came from.

- The one who said
he�d been in outer space?

Mad as a box of frogs.

- Be that as it may, uh,

how did he know
about the meteor procession?

Or that we would be there?

- Good question.

- He also said
he observed redshifts

in the spiral nebulae.

He sounds like an astronomer.

- He also claimed
he was taken by Martians.

He should be in an asylum.

- I�ll ask around, Detective.

See if any of the other
physics departments

have anybody missing.

- Very good.

I do have a moment to, uh,

look at how you�ve charted
the procession.

- Right this way, Detective.

- It�s a pleasure, Dr. Boys.

(indistinct chatter)

- Sir. I collected the, uh,
unknown man�s fingermarks

and cross-referenced them.
I couldn�t find a match.

- Hm. Well, keep at it.
And contact other constabularies

to see if they have
any missing men

matching his description.

- Consider it done, sir.

- Uh, where is the man exactly?

- He�s upstairs, sir.

- I asked you
to keep him downstairs.

- Sir, I tried.
He said he does not

recognize earthly authority.

(mysterious music)

- Sir? Hello?

When did you see him last?

- Uh, about an hour ago, sir.

(clattering)

- Oh!

(buzzing)

Sir, what are you doing?

- Not now, Detective.

- What is all this?

- Looks like part of my radio
connected to my transmitter!

- Yes, yes. I�m busy.

Can�t you see I�m busy?

- What are you doing?

Answer me!

- I�m signalling them.

I want them to come
take me back.

- You want to go back
to outer space?

- I wasn�t just taken up there.

I�m an extraterrestrial.
And I want to go home!

(mysterious music)

- What makes you believe
you were born on another planet?

- I�ve always been different.

I understand mathematics
and physics like no one else.

I see new paths
through old problems.

- That makes you
highly intelligent,

not extraterrestrial.

- I was a sickly child.

I grew up in an orphanage.

I would cry myself to sleep,
feeling unwanted,

�til Sister Blanche
told me my secret.

- And what was that?

- She found me in a field

after I had fallen
from a shooting star.

- You know that�s not possible.

- I know. Yeah.

She didn�t know that
stars were too far away,

that it must have been a meteor.

(indistinct chatter)

- Ah, Roberts.

What�s all this about
a man from outer space?

- The detective and I
found him in a field, sir.

- Why does this newspaper

say he landed
at this station house?

- He called
the newspaper himself.

- Hm. I�m surprised

Miss Cherry�s
not leading the charge.

- She did telephone.
She�s in Port Credit

reporting on a strike
and said she�s furious

she didn�t get the exclusive.

- Oh, is she now. Hm.

- Good day, sir.
- Ah, Murdoch.

What do you know about
this man from outer space?

- I am struggling to determine
who he is and where he lives.

- What you should do is get him
a one-way ticket to the asylum.

- I-I�m not so sure.

I-I feel as though there is more
to this man�s story.

- Is he here?

- Who?
- The spaceman. Joseph Sutter.

- You know him?
- Sounds like him.

He rented a room in my building
three weeks ago,

then just disappeared.

- Uh, when did you see him last?

- This past Sunday.

And when I read about him
in the paper,

I packed up his things
straight away.

I do not need his type
around my building.

- His type?
- Spacemen.

I don�t want them around me.

- Hm. What else can you tell us
about Mr. Sutter?

- Only that he seemed obsessed
with planets and moons.

I didn�t understand any of it.
Until now.

- The man�s a crackpot.

- Good riddance to him.

- Well, at least now we know
his name.

Joe Sutter from Space.

- There�s a letter
to Mr. Sutter...

sent by Alan Grant.

- You know him?
- Yes. He-he�s...

He was with us
when we found Mr. Sutter.

It�s from the university...

saying that he should
stop sending his work

to the Physics Department.

- Bit of a coincidence they were
corresponding, isn�t it?

- Certainly is.

- It�s a .44. Don�t sell
many of these anymore.

- Why not?
- Hm.

Most people prefer
the smaller calibre these days.

- What type of gun
uses these bullets?

- Well, most popular
would be a Remington 1890.

- Do you remember a customer
who bought .44s lately?

- Um. Huh.

My customers are good people.
Sportsmen.

I wouldn�t want
to get anyone in trouble.

- I pried this bullet
out of a store wall.

It was fired during a robbery.

- Hm. You don�t say.

Hm.
- You do keep records

of your customers, don�t you,
Mrs. Walker, as required by law?

- Of course.

But I can tell you
I sold a box of those last week.

First box I�ve sold
in a long while.

- To whom?

- Mr. Ephraim Currant.

But don�t tell him
I told you that.

- Did you know the man
you sent the letter to

was the same man we found
in the field

the night
of the meteor procession?

- I had no idea.

He sent us an envelope last week

filled with barely
legible equations,

but I never met him.

- Right. And, uh,
did you look at any of his work?

- Well, I showed it
to Dr. Boys,

and he told me to throw
the papers away.

So I sent that reply
to be kind.

- Right. Uh, I�ve brought
some of Mr. Sutter�s work.

I�ve only just begun
studying it,

but it�s very interesting.

- Are you talking about the man
who sent us his scribblings?

- Yes. The man who sent you
his work

is the same man we found
the night

of the meteor procession.

- Oh. Poor fellow.

He couldn�t find anyone
to take his work seriously,

so he concocts a story about
travelling in outer space.

- Detective Murdoch thinks
there might be something

to Mr. Sutter�s work.

- Does he?

You�re hardly an expert,
Detective. No offense.

- None taken.

- Alan, you threw out
what he sent you, correct?

- Ah, yes, Dr. Boys.

- I suggest you do
the same, Detective.

- Do you understand
Sutter�s work?

- Uh, to a degree.

Uh, Mr. Sutter has observed
red light shifts

in distant galaxies.

But he has also worked out
distance correlations,

uh, based on
the period-luminosity

relation of-of variable stars-

- In English.

- Mr. Sutter has proven
that the universe is expanding.

This has immense ramifications

to our understanding
of the beginnings

and the end
of the entire universe.

- So he�s right?
All matter will be torn apart?

- Well, yes, possibly.

But in billions of years.

- So why did Sutter
tell the newspaper

that our destruction
was imminent?

- I don�t know.

His underlying theory is sound,

but perhaps he�s just found it
all too overwhelming.

- Hm.

(phone ringing)

Detective Murdoch.

- Where is the Martian?

- Mr. Sutter is in the cells.

- So you locked him up?

- Oh, he asked to rest there.
He�s not under arrest.

- I don�t understand why you lot

are letting him stay
at the station house.

Send him on his way.

- Are you so very sure that
he isn�t telling the truth?

- Right.
Thank you, Miss Hart.

Hm. That mysterious membrane
that was covering Mr. Sutter

is comprised of baking soda,
gelatin-

- A fraud.
- And traces of a metallic

element that Miss Hart
has been unable to identify.

- Is it not of this Earth?
(Brackenreid scoffs)

- She doesn�t seem to think so.

- Mr. Sutter�s either playing
an elaborate game,

or something
beyond our understanding

has happened to him.

- I may have something

that could show us
where the truth lies.

(sighs)
- I don�t know why you�re asking

me about that robbery.

- Your name came up
in my investigation.

- Who pointed me out?

- I was asked to not name
the person for fear of reprisal,

which only increases
my suspicion.

- That�s ridiculous.

One person said my name.
What proof is that?

- The type of gun likely used
in the robbery

is one I�m told you own,
a Remington 1890.

- Yeah, well.
It was my father�s.

But I�ve never shot it.

And I�ve never threatened
anyone with it.

- Doesn�t look good,
Mr. Currant.

- The robbery was yesterday
morning, correct?

- Yes. At eight o�clock.

- I spent the night
up in the Junction.

At eight o�clock,
I was waiting for the streetcar

at Dundas and Keele.

Some politician was
shaking hands on the street.

- Do you know anyone who can
attest to your whereabouts?

- No.

- You�ll have to come with me
to the station house,

Mr. Currant.

(Choi): And this measures what,
exactly?

- The pneumograph measures
changes in physiology.

- Hm.
- If a subject lies,

it will activate this needle

and in turn measure changes
in breathing, heart rate.

- Did you invent this,
Detective?

- I merely reworked
existing technology.

- And this machine will tell you

if I�m speaking the truth.

Let me save you the trouble.
I am.

- Shall we?

(whirring)

All right.

Is your name Joseph Sutter?

- Yes.

- It�s true.

What is your age?

- Forty-two.

- And where were you born?

- I do not know.

I was raised at the Sisters
of Blessed Saints Orphanage

in Trenton.

But I do know that I was not
born on this planet.

- Were you taken by beings

not of this Earth

prior to my finding you
in the field?

- Yes.

They were from another planet.

As am I.

(tense music)

- Also true.

- Constable Roberts.

I thought you were seeing
this movie yesterday.

- I�ve decided to come today.

Here�s a free seat.

- Miss Berger. Constable.

(scoffs)

- I suppose it appears
as though the constable and I

are on a date.
- Yes, it does.

- Well, we just
ran into each other.

- Oh, don�t worry, Miss Berger.

There�s no fine
for being on a date.

- Oh, but we-
(movie patron): Shh!

(dramatic music starts)

(inaudible)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- He passed your Truthizer test
with flying colours.

- Indeed.

We can be certain
Mr. Sutter believes

he was taken to outer space.

But there is
another possibility.

- Oh?

- Someone abducted him

and somehow made him believe

that he was taken
by extraterrestrials.

- Hm. That may be.

But, for now,
he doesn�t have any money,

or anywhere to go.

And he can�t stay here.

- He needs to be taken
to the asylum

until I can find
more information.

- But if they want me back,
how will I get to them?

- Mr. Sutter, what you need
is a good, long rest

in a place where you can
get some help.

- We believe
it�s what�s best for you.

- Joseph Sutter?
- Yes?

- Take this, you traitor!

(grunts)
- Oh!

- Murdoch, get him!

Constables, quickly!

- You�re lucky you only injured
Mr. Sutter.

Now, start talking.

- What�s there to say?

You�re a human, right?

From planet Earth?

So, you understand.

- No. No, I don�t.

Why don�t you tell me why
you chose to stab Mr. Sutter.

- Well... he�s a traitor
to the human race!

He put out a welcome mat
for those Martians.

They can control your mind.

They can destroy
the whole planet.

(snaps)
Like that!

- Did you have something to do
with Mr. Sutter�s disappearance?

- Uh, what do you mean?
When they took him to space?

- Men from Mars, or the Moon,
or-or Venus do not exist.

(exhales)

Someone, from Earth,

took Mr. Sutter. Was it you?

- I never laid eyes on the man
before today.

I only read about him
in the paper.

- I see.

- For all we know,

he�s working with them.

The people of Earth,
they should thank me.

(unsettling music)

- Detective Murdoch.

- Please pardon
the interruption.

- Doctor was just showing me
something quite interesting.

I�d like you to see it.

- I was just telling Mr. Sutter
that when I was stitching up

his wound,
I was surprised the knife

didn�t puncture his liver.

- And you�ve taken an X-ray?

- Yes, it�s a new machine-

- I believe the detective
is familiar with the machine.

I saw one in his office.

- Oh! I see.

If you�ll just
take a look right here.

- Doctor, am I...?

Are Mr. Sutter�s
organs reversed?

- I�ve been trying to tell you,
Detective.

I was not born on Earth.

They made me
as a mirror copy of a man.

You both don�t believe me.

No one believes me.

(distant bell ringing)

The bell. The bell!

- He told me he heard
that bell

while he was abducted.
I tried to tell him

it was a streetcar bell.
- Is that right?

Uh, what other sounds
did you hear, Mr. Sutter?

- The closest thing would be
a whistle and a roar,

almost like children shouting.

- Could those have been
factory sounds?

- No. Of course not!

You mock me! Enough! No!

- Mr. Sutter, don�t move.
You�ll rip the stitches

from your wound.
- I want to leave!

- Nurse!
- Get me out of here!

- Detective, if you don�t mind.

- You�ve come to gloat.

- Well, that�s not quite
my style.

- Admit it...

you�re enjoying this
a little bit.

- It�s always a shame
when someone

is wrongfully incarcerated.

- So you do believe me?

- I know you had nothing
to do with that robbery.

(sighs)

- If only the police
knew that, too.

- What if I had proof?

Of your innocence.

- Then give it to the detective.
Get me out of here.

- Well, now, not so sure.

It seems to me that I have
more than just evidence.

I have a bargaining chip.

(scoffs)

- What do you want in return?

- Your word that you will stop

any illegal activity

that you carry out
with my name attached.

- I�ve already told you
that I�ve stopped!

- I don�t believe you, Ephraim!

Why would someone
want to frame you?

- Fine. From here on out,

I won�t be taking anything
from anyone,

other than collecting
on bar tabs.

- Why should I trust you?

- Because you want me
to be a better man, Violet.

And I will be.

(indistinct chatter)

- Bloody hell.
Reversed organs?

Maybe proof
that he was a Martian.

- Hm.

- Situs Inversus.

It�s rare, but it is documented.

- Well, at least you found
the man who tried to kill him.

Why do I get the feeling that
you�re not letting this case go?

- Sir, I think I may know a way

to find out where Mr. Sutter

was being kept
while he was abducted.

- How do you plan on doing that?

- When I visited him
in the hospital,

he spoke of sounds
that he heard

while he was with "them."

- What kind of sounds?

- A factory whistle,
a streetcar bell,

and children shouting.

- A factory and a school
on a streetcar route.

- Exactly.
- How about here?

St. Christina�s Elementary

right across the street

from Crane�s Vinegar
Manufacturer.

- There�s no streetcar
line on the map.

- Yes there is. It�s new.

- You�re right, sir.

The Toronto Civic Railway�s

newest line
is on Gerrard Street.

- I may not know much
about the heavens,

but I do know this city.

- I didn�t realize there were
so many abandoned warehouses

on Gerrard.

We don�t even know
what we�re looking for.

- Maybe that.

- Is that his ship?

- No. No, his ship would have
burnt up on reentry.

(mysterious music)

No, this isn�t a ship.

Look, these may be his clothes.

Sir, I-I believe
he was kept here.

- Hm.

What�s this?

- Looks like a radio
proximity sensor.

(buzzing, whirring)

Two antennas connected
to an amplifier.

(sighs)

- Mr. Sutter told us he heard
otherworldly sounds.

(ghostly whirring)

- Sir, I believe someone
has gone to great lengths

to convince Mr. Sutter

that he was amongst
extraterrestrials.

- Do you know who could have
made a device like this?

- I believe I do.

- Monday morning
at eight o�clock?

- Yes. You�ll see Mr. Currant

at the corner
of Dundas and Keele.

- It�s quite a coincidence
that you saw this.

- Well, I go to the pictures
every week.

It helps take my mind
off my troubles.

- And do you have
many troubles lately?

Involving Mr. Currant?

- Why do you ask?

- Because I think he was set up.

And I�m unsure why.

- The shop owners lied?

- They must have known
he owned a Remington.

- So, it could all just be
a big misunderstanding.

- Indeed. Thank you, Miss Hart.

- Glad I could help.

(indistinct chatter)

- Mr. Grant is not here.
- Hm.

That antenna machine
is likely Mr. Grant�s.

But what about
the unidentified metal

in the goo he used
to cover Mr. Sutter in?

- He could have stolen it from
the university�s chemistry lab.

- Hm.
- Perhaps they have an element

that we don�t know of yet.
- Hm.

- Uh, sir.

I believe I�ve found Mr. Grant.

(ominous music)

- He�s cold.
He�s been here for a while.

- That capacitor has
a fair bit of blood on it.

- It must�ve been used
to kill him.

Hopefully,
there are fingermarks.

- Uh, perhaps Mr. Sutter
realized that Mr. Grant

was behind his abduction
and exacted his revenge.

- Sirs.
- All right. Thank you.

- I�ve talked to the head
of the university

Chemistry Department.
He said he noticed a sample

of hafnium missing last week.

- Mm. What is hafnium?

- Oh. The professor said
it was just discovered.

It�s a metallic element
of some kind.

- Hm.
- And I�m sorry.

I don�t know much
about chemistry, sir.

- Hm. Neither do I.

Fascinating stuff, though.

Were there any fingermarks
on the capacitor

used as the murder weapon?

- Unfortunately not, sir.
- Hm.

- The hospital just told me

that Mr. Sutter left early
in the morning.

- Giving him time to kill
Mr. Grant.

Where would he be now?

- The only other place
I can think of

is his former apartment.

Excuse me.

(sighs)

- I must confess,

I�m a bit disappointed
that our spaceman

is most definitely from Earth.

- This time.

I�m still
keeping an open mind, sir.

- Hm.

- Have a seat.

- Why was I brought here?
The constable wouldn�t say.

- Do you two know each other?

- Yes. We both own stores
in the same neighbourhood.

- Ah. I see.

- Did you apprehend
the man who robbed my store?

- I did not,

because I�m not sure that
your store was ever robbed.

(chuckling)
- What do you mean?

- I�ve spoken to your suppliers,
Mr. Korman.

Two were paid yesterday
and your bank claims

that you make deposits
every three days.

Not once a month, as you said.

- I-I don�t know what
this has to do with me.

- I was getting to you,
Mrs. Walker.

Why did you tell me that
the only .44 bullets

you�ve sold lately
were to Ephraim Currant?

- I was sure it was him.

- Well, we have film evidence

that Mr. Currant
was on the other side of town

at the time of the robbery.

- I don�t know anything
about that.

- You knew Mr. Currant
owned a Remington.

And, for some reason,

you both were trying
to frame him.

- Now wait just a minute-
- My question now is why?

Mr. Korman, I could arrest you

for making
a false police report.

And Mrs. Walker,
I�m willing to guess

that you helped Mr. Korman.

Perhaps you loaned him
a Remington?

- I�m not saying another word.

- Neither am I.

- Mr. Sutter.
- Detective.

- I-I�m here to speak with you
about Alan Grant.

He was found dead this morning
in his office.

- What? Why?

- It may have something to do
with the fact

that he abducted you
and made you believe

that you�d been taken
by extraterrestrials.

(scoffs)
- That�s impossible.

- A radio device
that Mr. Grant made

was found at the place
where they kept you,

along with your clothes.

- But I wasn�t abducted
by Mr. Grant.

I was up there in the sky.

- Did you realize that Grant
was behind this hoax?

That�s why you left
the hospital,

so you could confront him?

- No! I left because
they thought I was mad.

My landlady just gave me
a letter that arrived

early this morning
from Mr. Grant.

- What does it say?

- He looked at the papers
I sent,

after you mentioned
they might have some worth.

And you were right, he said.

- May I see it?
- Of course.

- He didn�t destroy your work

as he was instructed
by Dr. Boys.

- Must�ve been furious.

My findings prove
that Dr. Boys� coefficient

is completely erroneous.

I am sorry about Mr. Grant.

I don�t know why he was killed.

But no one on Earth abducted me.

I was up there.

- I�m afraid you were not
up in space.

Don�t you see,

it was all a ruse
to discredit you.

I�m sorry, Mr. Sutter.

- You�re wrong, Detective.

They are up there!

I�m one of them!

I know I am.

- I found the place
where Mr. Sutter

was being kept...

whilst he believed himself
abducted by extraterrestrials.

- Joseph Sutter?

Did he squirrel
himself away somewhere?

(chuckles)

- No.

No, you took him.

- Me?

What are you talking about?

- Mr. Sutter sent you his work,

work that proved
your theories false.

So you set out to discredit him.

- I suggest the constabulary

keep to the murder of Mr. Grant

and stop worrying
over that spaceman.

- I�m getting to the murder.

Alan Grant examined
Mr. Sutter�s work

and he saw that
it was grounded in fact.

- Alan...

wasn�t my best student.

- I also examined
Mr. Sutter�s work.

- You couldn�t possibly
understand any of it, Detective.

- I understand enough to know
that the cosmological constant

that you and Dr. Einstein
have been working on is wrong.

- No. No, no, no.

I am going to win
a Nobel Prize for that.

Now get out.

- To discredit
Mr. Sutter�s proof,

you pushed an intelligent

but otherwise
emotionally unstable man

over the edge
by making him believe

he�d been taken
by creatures from space.

- He�s mad.
No one will listen to him now.

- Alan Grant brought you
Mr. Sutter�s work

because he saw its worth.

And you killed him.

- He wouldn�t listen to me.

He was going to send it all
to Dr. Einstein.

- Dr. Boys, you are
under arrest for murder.

(indistinct chatter)

(lively music)

- I can�t do that.
- Yes, you can.

Go to Mr. Korman
and Mrs. Walker

and tell them you understand
it was a mistake

and there are no hard feelings.

- They tried to frame me.

- But, even if they did,
can you blame them?

(sighs)
- I�ll think about it.

- No reprisals, right?

(indistinct chatter)

- So, are you going to tell me?

- Tell you what?
- Why those two shop owners

wanted Ephraim Currant
behind bars.

(blows)

- Well, they said it was
a mistake, didn�t they?

- There never was
a robbery, Violet.

- Then I don�t know
what they were doing.

- What reason
would they have to lie?

- If I knew I would tell you.

And, besides,
if Ephraim was up to no good,

do you think I would
keep him around?

(coughing)

- Horrible.

(coughing)
Why does anyone smoke these?

- Another glass, perhaps?
- Oh, please.

(coughing)

Oh.
- Oh!

- When you think about
how many galaxies are out there

and how many planets
are in those galaxies,

we can�t be the only
intelligent life.

- Well, if that�s true,
then where are they?

- What do you mean?

- Think about it. If outer space
is teeming with life,

then everyone would have
met them by now.

You can call that
the Higgins-Newsome... Paradox.

- You can call it what you want.
I�ve got to go.

- Oh! Are you late for a date?
Perhaps with Miss Berger.

- No. I think I have a better
chance meeting a Martian.

- Well, if you ever have
any trouble with women,

you can always
talk to me about it.

- I�ll keep that in mind.

Goodnight, Henry.

- Goodnight, Teddy.

(knocking at door)

- Macy. Hello. Come in, come in.

- I hope you don�t mind.
I just wanted to ask

how Mr. Sutter was doing.

- I spoke to him
just this evening.

I believe he�s thinking
of returning home to Trenton.

And he�s promised
to get some rest.

- He understands
he�s not an extraterrestrial?

- I-I believe
he�s coming around.

- And his work?

- If I may,

why are you so concerned
with his work

getting out there to the world?

- I just have a feeling

it�s of great value,

though I don�t understand
all of it.

(chuckles)

- Would you like to know more?

- I�d love to.
- All right.

Ah, where to start?

(buzzing)
- Hello? Hello?

If you can hear me,
give me a sign.

(buzzing)

I don�t belong here.

Take me back.

Please.

(loud zapping)

(whooshing)

I knew it.

I knew...

(breathing heavily)

(theme music)

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