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To the world, you're watching Vox Friday.

Fifty years ago, Navy pilot Adam MacArthur was abducted by aliens.

Now, he's returned with an incredible mission.

Things are happening.

Things that could affect the course of history.

And I have to interfere before it's too late.

I think he's trying to create hell on Earth.

While life is connected, you just have to open your eyes.

We need him alive.

We just need him.

Tonight on The Visitor, it's time. I know that you're receiving signals from

deep space.

Four. It's getting closer.

Contact.

T-minus 36 hours.

Onboard systems checks complete.

Telemetry integrity checks complete.

Launch directors confirms all systems are go for countdown commence.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are now at T-minus 36 hours and counting.

Dr.

Burton.

Congresswoman Wagstaff, welcome to Mission Control. Alex, aren't you the

proud papa?

Say hello to my colleague, Congressman Cornelius Hamilton, newly appointed to

our committee.

Dr. Burton, Margaret has paved you quite a road, singing your praises, pushing

your funding through.

Can you live up to it?

You give me an hour, Congressman, you will believe.

Is that arrogance or confidence?

Yes.

Come on. Alex, careful with the rocket fuel.

Don't get me wrong, Dr. Burton. In principle, I understand the need for big

science. But I need to reach a comfort level with your project.

This extra-atmospheric radio telescope. I need to understand it before I can

endorse further funding.

I understand.

Let's start with the sound.

I always thought the reason we hadn't heard anything intelligible from deep

space was we just couldn't make out the words.

Get a better phone. Bingo.

My work was confined to ground-based radio telescope arrays. They're good,

but the atmosphere generates so much noise.

I'll wager a lot of it's coming from Capitol Hill.

You tell me.

Listen.

I was told you were hearing a message. We are.

This is some practical joke, Margaret. Let him finish, Cornelius.

Dessert is on the way in about 20 seconds

What was that? That, Congressman, was a signal.

We first heard it about three years ago.

What does it mean?

Don't really know.

150 million taxpayer dollars and you don't really know?

Well, I know it lasts about 20 seconds.

And it's periodic.

First it was about six months or so before we heard it again. Now it's

coming about once every four hours. And the interval is decreasing. Whatever is

generating these signals...

is getting closer.

How do you know it's getting close? Don't push it.

You're at a station.

Train's pulling in. Engine on the train blows the horn.

Now, he hears the same tone, both in pitch and volume. You hear the horn

getting louder and the pitch rising.

The signal we're picking up is constant, but the pitch is increasing and the

period is decreasing.

There's only one possibility.

It's coming closer.

Just how far away is this thing?

Too many variables, but...

Thanks to your generosity, we'll know soon enough.

You said, get a better phone?

Well, I built one.

Midnight tomorrow, we're placing a call, see if we can figure out what they're

saying.

I hope you're planning to stay.

Wild horses couldn't stay. Most certainly.

It's not every day I get to actually watch tax dollars disappear in the air.

Dr. Burton, I'm sorry.

The time. Oh, it's my son's birthday.

steven's 10 years old hard to imagine good lord alex what are you doing

hanging out here with a moldy bread go on uh i won't be long where's the

telescope a good one perfect alex go go spend some time with your family

now if you'll step over here to the window please

Data interrupt through T-3542.

Dr. Alex Burton.

Main tank venting nominal.

Auxiliary Elowitz flow online.

Singer downstream traffic control reports recovery assets on station and

holding. Desk leads report to launch director for sign-off. All systems

continue to report nominal for launch.

We are at T-minus 35 hours, 49 minutes, and counting.

Somebody could just settle down for one or two seconds.

Happy birthday, Steven.

Okay, okay.

Coming.

You're late.

Come in.

What's your name?

Adam. That's it? Just Adam, not Adam the Magnificent or the Great Adaminsky?

Looking for Alex Burton?

I'm Ruth Burton, Steven's mom.

Do you have a costume or something? A wand? A black hat? No.

Okay, well, I hope you don't mind jumping right in.

Are you the magician?

Yeah, he is, honey.

So why don't we all get seated so Adam can do his tricks?

You can wait for Dad.

I need to help you here as soon as he can.

You know how busy he is.

Okay, let's see.

Your name's Steven, and you're ten years old today.

Mom, he can read my mind!

Yeah, the amazing Adam.

Hey, everybody!

The magician's here!

Okay,

how's everybody doing today?

Oh, a tough crowd.

Okay. Who's got a deck of cards?

Ah, Mom.

Okay.

You're gonna like this.

Huh?

Nothing up my sleeve.

Okay, I need an assistant.

Steven!

Why don't you help me out?

Why don't you take this deck of cards, pass it around, give one to each of your

friends. I want everybody to look at the card and concentrate.

Don't let me see nothing up my sleeve.

You concentrating really hard?

Is everybody doing that?

Are you concentrating really hard?

Yeah, I'm concentrating. Okay.

King of hearts.

Cool.

Think. Seven of clubs.

You'll get some cake later. Think.

Five of diamonds.

Queen of diamonds. Easy.

Ten of spades.

Ace of clubs.

Man.

We barely have time for cake.

How's the magician?

Three of spades.

Let's see.

You didn't hire him, did you? No, Spencer set it up.

Thank you. It's the thought, right? Three of diamonds.

And Miss Spencer, too, right? Oh, now, Ruth, please.

Eight of clubs.

Hand.

Let me get down here.

Two of hearts.

How did you do that?

Well, the magician was a great idea. Thanks, Spencer, for me. He saved the

party.

Hey, Dr. Einstein.

Happy birthday!

You're really gonna love this.

It's a telescope.

Just like the one I got at the lab.

Thanks, Dad. It's just like the one you got me last year.

Spencer?

I couldn't get a magician on such late notice.

So... Hey, let's join the party!

So who is this?

Who hired you?

No one.

I'm here because of the sounds I'm hearing in my head.

Listen, why don't we just step in here? I'll call you a doctor, all right? No.

Dr. Burton, I know that you're receiving signals from deep space because I'm

hearing them too.

Sounds. I can't decipher the message. I need your help.

It's a joke, right? I also know that you're launching an atmospheric radio

telescope satellite, so you can hear them better.

That is classified information.

Please. Wait, wait, wait. What is it you think I'm supposed to be hearing?

20 seconds of musical tones coming every three or four hours. It's all distorted.

Like a car radio.

Turned up too loud.

And terrible headaches.

Let me, uh... Let me get you a glass of water, all right? Please, thank you.

Oh.

Yeah,

this is Dr. Burton. Give me security.

Alex?

Whoever he says he is, he's not.

Your magician's disappeared.

How

could

you let a stranger in the house?

Lighten up, Alex.

Tell me everything you told him.

Alex, obviously I didn't know there was anything to tell him.

I've got to get back to the lab.

I'll give Steven your regards.

No, Ruth.

It's Dr. Burton. Give me Colonel Vise.

The Amazing Adam.

The Amazing Adam. The Amazing Adam. The Amazing Adam.

The Amazing Adam. The Amazing Adam. The Amazing Adam. The Amazing Adam. The

Amazing Adam. The Amazing

Adam.

This is Vice.

I think we have a security breach.

Some lunatic by the name of Adam just broke into my house.

Grab the elevator. Watch those lights.

Okay, he's going to need your checks every two hours. Come on. People are

still non-reactive. Got it.

Transition team to OR room 5.

Transition team to OR room 5.

I can't decide.

It's all distorted.

It's all distorted.

Pictures? No signs of trauma.

EEG? Active. Very active.

He seems unresponsive.

I can't wake him. He must be hallucinating like hell.

His talk screen is clean.

Textbook clean. He has the immune system of a healthy child. That's impossible.

Run it again.

Watch

the

brake. I got it.

Catch that wheel, please.

Ready?

Know who he is yet?

Prints in a description like to missing persons.

What do you make of this?

Scar tissue left over from a previous surgery.

Unlikely. There's no sign of any invasive procedure.

The skull is clean.

Look. There. Anterior temporal lobe. See it?

Epileptic seizure?

And the temporal lobe? Most unlikely.

Cerebral spinal fluid?

Tumor? Well, Howard, we'd better find out what is likely, or he may not make

it through the night.

This is Burton.

You come at a bad time, Colonel. Alex is taking the day off.

Was Dr. Burton in contact with anybody unusual?

Somebody you didn't know before the accident?

My husband's in a coma. This can wait.

I'm very sorry, Mrs. Burton, but it can't.

Have you ever seen this man?

You people just can't stop, can you? Does your husband know this man?

His name is Adam. He's a magician.

You got that right.

Does Burton know him?

What makes you think I have any idea what my husband knows?

You've buried him under a top-secret file, your oh-so-important government

project.

Now look at him.

Mrs. Burton, Adam MacArthur is a very dangerous man.

I believe he's here to destroy your husband's life work.

I'm warning you not to protect him. I think you'd better leave.

Please call me if he wakes.

When he wakes up.

Let's go.

Well Adam, if you're such a great magician, make all this go away.

Just get out. Get out of my car. Dr. Burton. I said get out!

I can't.

I'm stuck in here again.

Stuck where?

Where the hell are we?

In our dream.

What, like mental telepathy?

Thoughts are like radio waves if we can figure out how to tune into each other's

frequencies they can be sent and received.

I'm in tune with you.

We're both receiving the same message.

You're picking yours up with your equipment and I'm hearing it in my head.

That's what's causing all this pain.

Do you know what it means?

No, it's too distorted and I need your help to decipher.

Keep it on the road, Dr. Burton.

Have a nice day.

Is Vise involved in your project, Alex?

That is classified information. What else is on that rocket?

I said, keep it on the road.

You can't trust Vice. You're just trying to protect the planet. From who? From

what? Do you know what the message is?

You know.

I don't know. There are possibilities, probabilities.

This isn't a craps game.

But why should I trust you and not Vice?

Because if I'm lying, this is only a dream.

Okay, in a nutshell, it goes something like this.

Your time is up.

Give or take a nuance or two.

What else is riding on that rocket, Alan?

Bloated dice.

And they're going to roll in 13 hours.

Is it a point of honor, since you care for the infirmed, to infirm anybody

who's got the bad judgment to come in this place healthy?

Shouldn't obstruct hallways. I was tying my shoe.

Ma'am, your orderly beamed him with a gurney. Now, why exactly are they

running the Talladega 500 through the hallways begs explanation.

Now, maybe you missed the big neon sign out front. The one that says emergency

room. Chief ortho resident, report to pre-op.

Ben Patton, the room.

I don't want to know.

MacArthur's here all right.

He's unconscious in ICU.

And the bad news?

Once bitten, twice shy.

You smell him same as we do.

Vice.

Everyone's favorite colonel.

I think it's time we snoop by his 20.

LaRue, I want you to get on the phone to the local PD. I want this building

sealed up tight.

Van Patten, I want you to call the L.A. field office. I want a helicopter down

here ASAP.

It's time we took Mr. MacArthur to our nation's capital.

The intracranial pressure is too great for any hope of a normal recovery.

He should be in total systemic failure.

Some people don't give up that easily.

Prep him, Dr. Ryan. You're going to have to go in and remove the mass.

I don't think surgery... We're saving his life.

Maybe. We don't know for sure what it is, and you know the risks of this kind

of operation.

He's been stable for almost three hours with no further inflammation.

Prep him, doctor.

You have no other option.

You think I give a flying list about scientific access? I told you to shut

down all outside links.

Phone lines, networks, internet, everything.

Mr. Davis, you didn't do what I told you to do. It's a hard line to a terminal at

Dr. Burton's home. It can't be shut down.

Besides, he's not likely to be using it, sir.

It's not Burton I'm worried about.

Can Dad hear me? Sure he can, sweetheart.

I've been talking to him all day.

Go ahead.

Say something.

Hey, Dad.

Sweetie, it's okay. Lean in.

It's all right.

Dad.

It's me, Steven.

He's never coming home again. Steven.

Steven!

Steven, come back!

Steven! Ruth!

Stop! Wait!

Just turn the damn thing off.

All my life I've been trying to communicate with the universe.

The irony is I can't even talk to my own family.

You've lost some time.

Not the race.

I always blended on time.

Never enough time.

Dad! Hey, Dad!

Dad!

But that isn't the problem.

It's work that lets us be good providers.

It's work that takes us away from those we love.

You read my mind.

Just my own.

Mrs. Burton.

Get out.

Get out.

Get out!

Mrs. Burton, please.

Get out!

Mrs. Burton, please, calm down.

Calm down, please.

I'm sorry.

But I had to ensure your house was clear.

You could have been hostages.

This is for your own good, Mrs. Burton.

Believe me.

Mom!

Sweetie, what's going on?

I want

you

out of my house. This won't take long.

Our men will remove your husband's computer and then we'll be on our way.

I can leave a detail on watch.

No.

Do what you have to do and leave.

All of you.

When is this going to end, Colonel?

I wish I knew, man.

I wish I knew.

It's not too late.

Look at it.

Ticking off the seconds.

You really believe either one of us can bend the rules of time?

I believe we can change the future.

Yeah, well, maybe so, but this road is the past.

Alex, you think you figured out what this message means. What if you're

wrong? What if what you believe about the past isn't fact?

Doesn't that change the future?

No. Look, I know what it says.

Language is a subtle tool. It's easy to misinterpret, even if you have the words

right. I didn't get them wrong.

If I say serve man, do I mean serve as in help or as in serve a hamburger?

Clever.

Tell me what the message says, Alex.

Let me translate. I know the language.

How?

How do you know?

Because I've been there with them.

What'd you do, not pay for dinner?

This isn't a joke.

Alex, I was abducted.

I came back because choices are being made by us that will be catastrophic for

our planet.

I don't believe the future is set in stone.

I can't stop the clock, but T minus zero doesn't have to happen the way you

think. Now tell me, please, Alex.

What was that?

Objects are closer than they appear.

What?

You had it half right. The message is your time is up.

Oh, I got it all right.

We're in danger.

You had the address C wrong.

The message is for me.

T-minus one hour and counting.

There is no discussion. We are taking custody of Mr.

MacArthur now. You can show me a picture of J. Edgar Hoover in a tutu, for all I

care, but you are not going any further unless I have approval from Dr.

Ryan. Fine.

Where is he?

She is in surgery, trying to save your fugitive's life.

Surgery? Well, take me there.

I see no change.

No change means he's stable.

Stable and dying. You're going to have to go in there, Patricia.

There's no choice.

Okay.

Let's do it.

Scalpel.

It's a buoy.

A beacon.

Damn!

Under the nose cone shrouds, a space-based radio telescope. The fruits

of a lifetime of work, of single-minded dedication, of a family lost to me

forever.

It's a pretty picture.

Reaching out to the cosmos.

Kidnapping me. Welcome Matt out in the sky.

Finding out we're not alone in this emptiness.

And then we translate the message.

I get a call from NSA.

And Colonel James Wise becomes my favorite uncle.

What advice put on that rocket, Alex?

The Telpal device.

Thermonuclear pumped argon lasers.

It's piggybacked on the satellite.

I want a few weapons to come out of the SDI program.

It could vaporize anything within half an Earth orbit.

One hand waves hello, the other...

Wheel to knife.

We have to stop the launch.

You're dreaming.

Vice graduated top of his class. The shoot for us to ask questions later

school. He believes there's a threat to him and I believed it.

First communication with other beings.

And it takes the form of a death ray.

If they use that weapon, they'll start a war.

Is that what you want?

I can't stop that rocket without you.

I need your help.

Here. Look inside. There's an inscription.

It's my password.

You'll need it to destroy the rocket.

First, you gotta get into my house, get into my computer.

One minute after launch, you can send a self-destruct signal.

It's the only way.

One minute after launch.

There isn't much time.

You think you could explain all this to Steven and Ruth?

Let them know how much I loved them?

You have to do that yourself, Alex.

I can't.

Why not?

My destiny is to die in this car.

Your destiny is to stop the rocket.

Not if it means sacrificing your life.

We don't have a choice.

When that rocket launches, I'll be dead.

At T minus zero, my time is up.

No choice.

See?

Doctor!

Doctor, wait!

Doctor.

Doctor, wait.

The mass is shrinking.

What's happening?

The incision is healing.

Impossible.

I can't give up that easily.

Oh, happy day.

Your boy is back in ICU.

If you follow me...

Son of a...

Grand

Patent Checker meeting.

LaRue ER.

Go, go, go!

This is no way to run a hospital.

IMU pre-flight alignment has begun.

I guess you really are a magician.

Dad?

Steven knows me, Adam. Your dad asked me to do something for him, something that

he can't do for himself.

I need his computer.

You're a little late for that.

I've got a computer. Steven, wait.

My husband's in a coma.

Well, he gave me his password.

I don't think so.

It's forever.

It's written on the inside of both your wedding rings.

Steven, go get your computer.

My dad got this for me.

Steve, I wanted a bicycle.

You gotta plug this in for it to work.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on.

Okay.

Cool.

Now what?

Try to abort the launch.

I'll call the hospital.

Why do you need a computer?

Can't you just use magic?

Magic isn't real, Stevie. It's just what we call something we don't understand.

I don't understand why my dad had to get hurt.

Because it was an accident.

Your dad wants to be with you more than anything in the world.

So why isn't he?

Well, he bought you this computer instead of a bicycle.

That was a choice.

Sometimes we don't get one.

Either the stores close or all the bikes are sold.

We don't always get to do what we want.

It's not fair.

Well, what if your dad bought you the last bike in the store, then the next

little boy who came in there with his dad, there wouldn't be any left.

Sometimes the things we do can affect a lot of people.

So what's important about everybody else?

Well, if what I'm doing works.

You can grow up in a better world.

Don't you want that?

I want a choice.

Jason, my boy.

Please don't leave me. Please.

I don't have a choice.

Of course you do, Dad. You always do.

We don't have a choice.

No choice.

Why'd you do that?

My choice.

Go get your mom. I'm gonna go back to the hospital.

Mom!

T-minus one minute and counting.

All onboard systems nominal.

Satellite telemetry nominal.

Launch director shows green across the board.

We are go to proceed with launch.

What are you doing here?

Did you stop the rocket?

No.

Why?

I made a choice.

Your wife and your son need you.

I've lost them.

No, you haven't.

There's still time, a lifetime.

You're kidding yourself.

I don't think so. Really?

Then what's that?

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five,

four, three, two, one.

Main engine ignition.

We have liftoff.

I beat him.

I'll find another way.

There's always another way.

Stay tuned for scenes from the next episode of The Visitor.

Next Friday on The Visitor. Let the rapture begin.

A bizarre cult.

The Omega just declared MacArthur their messenger from the mothership. Foretells

of an alien invasion.

I am a messenger. One man has seen the future.

Who are you? But no one believed it could happen.

They may be kooks.

They didn't have it wrong. Until now.

Something's out there.

Something's coming.

The landing site?

You bet.

An all-new Visitor, next Friday on Fox.