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

Our historic first view of
the Newcomers' ship.

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

bred to adapt and labor
in any environment.

But they've washed ashore on Earth...

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

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

to the population of Los Angeles.

CARL: ls that it?

lncrease the magnification.

Wunderbar.

CHARLES: Now watch this.

This is today.

And this was yesterday.

There's no chance of instrument
or computational error?

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

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

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

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

lt's too late.
l've already called a press conference.

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

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

Charles....

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

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

l've heard that before.

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

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

l won't discuss this further.

[Door slams shut]

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

Did you hear me?

CATHY: Someone emptied both dryers
to do their wash...

and they just dumped everything
here on the table.

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

l guess l had it on a little hot.

Any smaller, it'd fit a Ken doll.

A what?

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

Dark hair, snappy dresser, kind of stiff.

Never mind.

You got some advantages,
coming from another planet.

Your head isn't crammed
with cultural trivia.

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

lt would make me feel
more like l belonged.

l don't wear these anymore.

Yeah.

Are those swimming trunks?

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

Right.

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

Very nice.

l gotta get to work.

What is that?

lt's for Matt.

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

''Estate of Captain Jack Sikes.''

Matthew must have inherited this.

Morning, Al, George.

l told the lawyers l didn't want this.

-This key came with it.
-Swell.

Matt, Jack Sikes. Was he your father?

You've been reading my mail, George?

No. He was my uncle.

Well, allow me to offer you
my condolences.

Save it.

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

Matt, aren't you going to open it?

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

The victim had some Newcomer
connections, right?

Professor Charles Tower. An astronomer.

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

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

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

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

-Your uncle was murdered?
-Professor Tower.

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

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

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

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

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

George.

l hadn't seen Uncle Jack in 20 years.

l never missed him.
l never thought about him.

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

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

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

at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory.

l spoke with his assistant, a Dr. Myers.

Tower was very secretive about his work.

He felt he never received the recognition
that he deserved.

l know just how he felt.

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

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

Pushing the bone into the frontal lobes
of the brain.

When did he die?

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

Where was he when it happened?

ls there a problem here? Where was he?

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

Look...

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

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

l am what l am.

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

Why do you put up with that crap?

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

-Two wrongs, George.
-Exactly.

Matt, look at the pattern
made by the blood.

MATT: Something's missing.

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

taking Tower's blood with it.

A blotter? A desk calendar?

-Maybe a star map.
-A what?

Star map.

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

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

How do you know about a star map?

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

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

seem to show much interest
in the natural sciences.

l know about star maps, George, okay?

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

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

l wasn't very close with him...

but still,
he was a brilliant, brilliant scientist.

Yes, he was.

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

-And so do l.
-Thank you.

CARL: We're continuing your stipend.
MATT: Excuse me.

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

Yes. You're from the police?

Yeah, Detective Sikes,
Detective Francisco.

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

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

My organization is a lobbying group
for space research.

l know just about everybody in the field.

lt's a terrible loss.

Excuse me.

Please, come on in.

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

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

You see, l just got my doctorate.

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

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

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

from all over the universe.

But it also has a powerful
optical telescope.

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

That's how we get all these pictures.

They're beautiful.

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

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

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

l fed his coordinates into the telescope...

and set up the computer
to receive the data.

But he did the rest.

Dr. Tower never let me look at his maps.

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

MYERS: l believe you'll need a subpoena.
MATT: We'll get it.

Plus a consultant to go over
the data with you.

No offense. That's standard procedure.

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

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

Could l take a look?

lt's magnificent.

MYERS: The telescope converts
what it sees into a video signal.

Then it beams it down here.

Matt, you've got to see this.

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

Just a little longer.

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

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

or manipulated as numbers in a computer.

But astronomers have always
gazed into the sky.

l suppose it's just something we need.

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

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

That telescope is your only access
to the universe.

And you are not even interested?

lt's just a bunch of stars, George.

To me, it's home.

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

One of those stars
rises and sets on my planet.

And your past is here, all around you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was a sailor.

A real stargazing poet.

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

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

Got me hooked in it, too.

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

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

Back to good old Dad.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

GEORGE: Do you ever dream about home?
SUSAN: Home?

GEORGE: Tencton.

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

Three moons against a sea of stars.

And blue, fields of blue.

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

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

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

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

BUCK: Mom, where's my sleeping bag?

-lt's in the hall closet.
-l looked.

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

l found it.

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

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

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

''that is my home.''

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

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

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

They're all like this.

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

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

Thanks.

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

l feel fine.

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

Okay. Okay.

[Susan sighs]

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

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

George?

You're in a strange mood.

Oh, sorry.

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

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

l'll open a tin of larvae.

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

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

We'll need someone at JPL.

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

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

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

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

These maps will make you rich
beyond your wildest dreams.

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

To my party tomorrow night.

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

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

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

-ls Jack Sikes your father?
-My uncle.

Was my uncle. He died.

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

Look, l can handle it myself.

No problem. l can get it.

l'll just get this inside.

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

Aren't you going to open it?

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

l'm sorry.

l guess it's none of my beeswax.

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

-Thanks for the help.
-Sure.

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

We'll see how tomorrow shapes up.

All right.

Sergeant, your uncle...

Captain Sikes, was he a pirate?

A pirate?

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

Did you know that they buried
their treasures in trunks?

There is no treasure in my uncle's trunk.

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

Well, then, how do you know?

Matt, l've made some calls.

Tower's research was entirely paid for...

by the lnterplanetary lnterest Committee.

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

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

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

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

Detective Francisco,
any idea what Tower was working on?

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

l suppose the poignant irony of this
escapes you?

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

What are you talking about?

You guys don't know, do you?

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

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

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

We just subpoenaed
Tower's computer files.

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

You are a gentleman.

Tower called a press conference
just before he got bumped.

Let's go pay Carl Peterson a visit.

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

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

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

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

lnterplanetary research. Reaching out
to extraterrestrial civilizations.

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

Not specifically. No.

GEORGE: But you paid for his research.

A little thing
you forgot to mention yesterday.

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

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

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

Your lawyer?

We're not charging you with anything.

This is for your protection, gentlemen.

To make sure everything is done
according to procedure.

l wouldn't want any evidence
ruled inadmissible.

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

No.

Yes.

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

Registered to Carl Peterson.
No wants, no priors.

He's clean.

That yo-yo's hiding something.

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

Matt, looks like we have the first shift.

MATT: Let's see where old Carl leads us.

GEORGE: Do you know this club?

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

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

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

Good.

Come, George. Carl's already upstairs.

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

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

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

ls there a problem?

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

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

l'm afraid not.

You must understand,
this is a private club.

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

-No Newcomers.
-Matt.

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

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

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

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

That coroner, this guy.

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

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

belongs to a Newcomer-restricted club?

You just stood there.

There is no sense
in getting upset with stupid people.

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

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

for telling a spongehead joke.

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

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

Thanks.

Matt.

You are better than they are...

you're worth it.

Hey, just a sec.

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

Please leave a message
at the sound of the beep.

[Answering machine beeps]

Hi, Cathy. Sikes.

l really hate these things.

Look...

l'll come to your party tonight, okay?

MYERS: These are copies
of Tower's star maps.

Duplicates of the ones
we suspect are missing.

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

The object discovered by Professor Tower.

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

headed back into deep space.

-Maybe an unmanned probe.
-Whose unmanned probe?

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

We cross-referenced every comet,
satellite, meteor.

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

We matched it with this object.

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

that your people were headed.

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

MYERS: lt just went behind the sun.

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

but it will be much further away.

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

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

l'm going to notify everyone,
all the major observatories--

Wait.

l don't think you should do that.

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

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

that enslaved my people.

They lost valuable property.
250,000 slaves.

What if they are looking for that property?

What if that thing was sent out to find us?

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

But doesn't it make sense?

The exact same trajectory as our ship?

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

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

-Matt.
-Cathy.

l'm so glad you came.

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

Come and meet some of my guests.

Jerry?

Cathy!

[ln Tenctonese]

Well, what do you think?

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

Yes, yes, l like it.

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

How you doing?

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

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

-Bowod.
-He calls me Bowod.

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

l love the sound. Bowod.

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

They can appreciate a sunset, a flower.

And they are unbelievably sensual.

There's Bill Shakespeare. Excuse me.

Lucky girl.

Jerry designs soap.

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

Oh.

Nice talking to you, too.

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

And with good reason.

You know what happened
to Tony's brother?

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

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

a Slag is driving a Porsche.

He tells them they have no right
to question him.

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

''Fascist Terts''?

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

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

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

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

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

Matt....

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

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

They stopped a BMW once
for a minor traffic violation.

Do you know what happened to them?

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

Thank you for making this
a truly unforgettable evening.

You didn't sleep very well.

Your thorax was grumbling all night.

Sorry.

George?

Looking through that telescope,
it was so beautiful.

l forgot what else was out there.

What if the Overseers find us?

Well, then we'll fight them.

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

Are you so sure?

l have to believe it, George.

This world is our home now.

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

Maybe we should have another child.

A child born here. A child of this Earth.

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

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

Susan, do you realize
what this would mean?

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

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

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

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

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

The kids. They are growing up so fast.

They'll be gone before we know it.

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

We've both gotten used to our freedom.

All those sleepless nights.

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

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

lt could be good for the whole family.

Celine, what a decision.

We don't have to decide today.

KlM: Those big yellow things
are Newcomer skin cells.

All the white stuff?

Bone tissue from Professor Tower's skull.

-Which means?
-Which means...

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

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

but it left those cells behind.

A Newcomer killed Tower?

He devoted his work to tracing our origins.

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

l trust your analysis.

Newcomers are considerably stronger
than humans. More adaptable.

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

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

Seeing that Peterson
belonged to a restricted club...

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

So is everybody on his board.

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

Looks that way. Good.

l subpoenaed some records
from the phone company.

Every call made from
the lnterplanetary lnterest Committee...

in the last three months.

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

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

Look.

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

Unreal!

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

l bet he knows who did.

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

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

Purist scum !

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

George!

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

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

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

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

[George grunts]

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

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

-Please!
-George, wait.

You saying
somebody else made the phone call?

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

Then who did?

Mein Gott!

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

and then drive over and kill him !

George, don't hurt him !

l called to see how he was doing.

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

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

what he was working on?

-Let me at him !
-George!

[George snarling]

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

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

l happen to think you're innocent.

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

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

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

Please. Call me, huh? Please.

Come on, get out!

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

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

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

Desk?

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

Matt, l barely tapped it.

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

l don't know.

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

[Knocking on door]

[Knocking on door]

-Hello.
-Hi.

l'd like to talk to you.

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

Come on in.

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

Runs in the family.

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

l don't even like those people.

l guess l was just trying to fit in.
lt was very stupid.

The worst thing....

-l used you.
-Me?

Oh, yeah.

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

l'm sorry.

-ls that you?
-Yeah.

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

-May l?
-Sure.

l love looking at old family pictures.

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

Also in L.A.

You are so lucky to have these.

Yeah.

-Uncle Jack.
-ls that your uncle Jack?

He was in the merchant marines.

Look. He used to let me wear his peacoat.

l loved that coat
more than anything in the world.

You were very close with him.

Here, look at this.

-He left that to you?
-Yep.

Hell, this is ridiculous.

After all these years, you know?

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

whenever my old man got out of line.

But old Jack was a sailor.

And one day he took off.

l never forgave him for leaving me behind.

l never called.

Never answered any of his letters.

What a dumb kid, huh?

[Sighs]

l just wish l could've said goodbye.

Can l show you something?

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

And then we were taken away from them.

Sometimes to another workstation.
Sometimes to another planet.

We never saw them again.

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

and somehow,
the rumors still filtered back.

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

or to another workstation.

Another ship.

Or someone who'd died...

or been killed by the Overseers.

We never really knew for sure.

-See that constellation?
-Orion?

That's my father.

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

And that one.

Cassiopeia. The Queen.

My mother.

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

The Swan. l forget what it's called.

That's me.

When l was still a girl.

Before l was taken away
from the people l loved.

These are my old photographs.

[Telephone rings]

-Detective Sikes.
-This is Carl Peterson.

Yeah?

You're early.

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

Nobody. A friend. lt can wait.

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

Does she know that we're coming?

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

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

What we agreed on in the beginning:

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

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

lt says--

l told you what it says.

MATT: l had a feeling he was in trouble.

He's dead.

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

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

-Like a Morse code?
-Yes.

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

[Speaking Tenctonese]

''We survive.

''Our cargo of 250,000 awaits your arrival.

''Plus an additional four billion more.''

lt's followed by a set of
celestial coordinates.

Coordinates?

Earth's coordinates.

Matt, it's what l thought.

That probe.
They are trying to contact that probe.

Four billion more slaves....

The entire planet?

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

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

Professor Peterson sent me.

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

-This is the message he'd like transmitted.
-l don't understand.

Of course.
Professor Peterson didn't tell you.

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

and send this message.

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

There really isn't time.

ls it locked on to the probe's coordinates?

ls it locked on to the probe's coordinates?

-Yes.
-Access the transmitter.

Continue.

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

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

Police! Don't move!

Sikes, get his other heart!

[Gunshots]

GEORGE: Ms. Myers, come here.

You transmitted the message?

MYERS: You forced him to send it
four seconds early.

The probe wouldn't have
quite cleared the sun.

Most likely, the message was lost.

-''Most likely''?
-Most likely.

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

About you and me.

And our new child.

Our new child.

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

This strange, yet wonderful Earth.

A child will bond us to it.

Yes.

[ln Tenctonese]

-Keep your eyes closed.
-Okay.

-Okay.
-You're almost there.

Now...

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

Open your eyes.

lt's for you.

lt was my uncle's.

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

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

Thank you.

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

Feeling so small.

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

Yes.

l often ask myself: ''Why is it?

''How is it that we ended up here?''

We all ask ourselves that.

But you were born here.

This is your home.

You know,
my uncle spent his whole life traveling.

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

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

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