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I am Vorchak the Repressor,
the Thane of Cawdor.

Space deputy, what brook you these
improvisations during my sword fight?

Why don't I reorient your
intergalactic desirability?

There ya go: Pete and "re-Pete."

Bye, girls.

Hey, uh, Trudy, keep an eye on the
big dipper from outer space, will ya?

- He's after another shopper.
- This is your idea, Stan.

My idea?
Oh-ho, no, no.

This is the lieutenant's idea.
My idea was a one-way trip to Atlantis.

Ahh! Hey!

Look, Castillo knows...

that every time we get into a uh, stakeout
with these two guys, it ends in a crime wave.

- Noogie!
- Yo, man, this goes with the outfit.

This is Captain Jumbo.
Beam me up, Scotty.

There's got to be some churros walkin'by.

Okay, Trudy.
Here comes our guy.

I've got two.
Which one you make?

Okay. Number one guy
is our porno dealer.

You keep an eye on number two.

You challenge Captain Dumbo?

Here approaches
the subject of our watch.

He thinks he's a critic.

He's crazy.

He has green and blue eyes.
A lizard white man. Easy!

Yield!

Stop the bad boy!

Oh, no! No!

Back, back!

Oh my God. Stan!

Great. I gotta wear this thing
back to the office?

Course, the autopsy'll tell us for certain, but
I'd list probable cause of death as heart attack.

Heart attack?
Doc, the man's neck was cut.

Yeah, there was a lot of blood.
That can be deceptive.

I've been fooled before.
No, no, no.

I saw his artery pumping.
No.

See?
No?

Superficial lacerations.

I know what I saw.
This guy had a gash across his neck,

and when they cleaned him up at
the morgue, it was a scratch.

You remember how
that guy was bleeding?

I was with those guys,
emptying out their pockets.

Not a very thorough job, Stan.

Yeah, the guy with the dirty books
in the bag,

then Akers shows up
out of the blue and freaks!

It's the fourth setup in a row
to come apart on me.

Be not lost so poorly in your thoughts
The whole world is at sixes and sevens.

Yo, man, get to
the part about the money.

The Noogman's got
plans for the evenin',

and he needs his
cash money dollar bill.

Well, uh...
I talk business outside.

Let's go then, man. I'm
tellin' ya, he ain't gonna pay.

You gonna pay me, man,
and I mean every cent.

We got a credit card from
First Miami, issued to Lonnie Akers.

Photo of a houseboat called the
Saprophyte. No commercial mooring, though.

I'll get the Panthers, I'll get my mama,
I'll get my sister, I'll get my brother...

- Who do you think you're playin' with, man?
- No I.D., no personal papers.

No phone numbers. Nothing that connects this
Lonnie Akers to any other human being except this.

Look, look, look, look, look,
look, look... Ow, wow. Yo, man.

- This just got interesting.
- Must be a thousand bucks.

No. Wait.

See, I told you,
you can't trust white people, man.

We shoulda got the money up front. How you
gonna trust... Didn't you see the Bay of Pigs?

A thousand bucks and two dozen one-pound,
12-ounce peanut butter jars in his shopping bag.

- Creamy...
- Or crunchy?

You know, guys, I don't care
if you don't believe me.

I know when someone's cut
and when they're not. Okay?

So thank you.

There's somethin' strange
about this.

Ugh! Peanut butter.

What?

Lou De Long.
77

She claims to be Akers's wife.

She wants to talk to the cop
that was with him when he died.

Does she know where Trudy is?
Mm-mmm.

She hasn't phoned in yet, huh?

I called her apartment, but there
was no answer. Well, then she's sick.

Probably at the doctor's.
She'll call in before noon.

Hello.

- I'm Sonny Crockett.
- You're the officer who was with Lonnie when he died?

No, ma'am.
Uh, she's out sick this morning.

- I'm sorry about your husband.
- Thank you.

But we've... we've been apart for
two years, since the night they took us.

Somebody took you?
In Nevada.

Near Elko, two years ago.
I- reported it.

Well, look. I know
what you're thinking.

But I can't change
what happened, now can I?

Lonnie never came back.

So your husband has been
missing for two years.

When I woke up afterward,

12 hours were missing.

I was on the ground near the car.

And there was this patch,

where the hair had been
shaved away in a little circle.

And in the middle was a scab...

Like they'd done something to me.

But yesterday...yesterday I got word
from Astrolife that Lonnie'd been found.

We keep in touch about the missing
ones, and I came straight to Miami.

You don't believe me, do you?

Why don't we start
with the body, Mrs. Akers?

Get a positive 1.D.

I don't know about
any military records or school.

Lonnie didn't even have a job
when they took him.

Mrs. Akers, just say if you can
identify these remains, please.

I'm sorry.

- What? L-I don't understand.
- Me either.

Trudy Joplin, one of their detectives, signed
for two attendants from Biscayne Mortuary.

No postmortem, no release.

Did she have a D-9907?
Sure. She had to, or I...

I'm not certain.
You're not certain?

We're not talking about a library
book here. You gave her a body.

Worse.
A body before autopsy.

Just go find the damn
thing, will ya? Right.

She's not back yet?

No.

Trudy hasn't had
any sick days in... ever.

Do you think
an old case came back on her?

She's not working on any cases
on her own, is she?

Phony funeral homes, maybe.

Sonny says she listed "Biscayne Mortuaries"
on the morgue report,

but there's no such animal
for six counties.

Hey! I, uh, checked
the address she used.

- It's a Dairy Queen.
- Did you check the freezer for Lonnie Akers?

The bank only had
a P.O. Box on him.

He wasn't in there either.
Gotta be somewhere.

He's not in the back seat
of Trudy's car.

Ya know,
this whole thing sounds hinky.

Akers deposits ten grand in cash
every month in his First Miami account.

Then every month he spends it all.

Hey, you guys showed up on the
Star Chaser bulletin board last night.

Star what?
This computer bulletin board I belong to.

We talk back and forth, kinda
like an electronic bull session.

Fascinating technology...

Carson, shouldn't you be getting back
to Central Files? They might miss you.

Yeah, maybe I should.

Hold it up, Carson.

You said we showed up?
Well, only Trudy did.

See, this bulletin board
is for people that study... ufology.

Ufology? Yeah. U.F.O.'s, close
encounters, alien abductions.

See, I check it on and off.

Last night it was buzzing about how Trudy found
this guy Akers, from the famous Elko abductions.

Wh-What's an "Elko abduction"?
See, these two couples...

Oh! I feel good

Hi, guys. Go about what you're doing.

I feel good

I need one little thing, this...
Anybody got a light?

Thanks.

I feel good

There, that's done.

Mm-mmm, mm...

Is my slip showing, or what?

I never went back to the morgue.
Now how could I sign for a body?

Is this your John Hancock, Trudy?
Look, I was at a disco last night with Lou.

Be more specific.
Lou De Long.

Lou De Long?
Rhythm and blues guys from the '60s?

Since when do you know him?
I met him last night.

At the disco?
At the houseboat.

The dead guy's houseboat?
What was Lou doin' there?

Singing "I Feel Good."
What were you doing there?

I..
I saw Akers's throat cut.

I don't believe in spontaneous
healing, and I was curious.

So, I thought I'd check out
the houseboat,

and I recognized where it was
tied from the photo in his wallet.

The photograph you just burned.
Why?

Trudy, do you remember
the name of the disco?

No. Now, you're a detective,
a trained observer.

You have an eye for detail, but I bet
you can't tell me the name of the disco,

where it was located,
how it was decorated,

or what you had to drink.
I remember it happening.

The other parts are like,
you know, parts of a dream,

and they get lost when
you wake up? This is classic.

Classic memory displacement. Did anybody
here ever read the von Daniken study?

Maybe I was drugged.
Get this guy outta here.

Oh, you weren't drugged, but you're
not the first this has happened to.

I think you just had a close
encounter of the third kind.

All righty, beanbag.
Come on. Let's go.

Don't you got some other stuff
to work on back at Metro-Dade?

With all due respect...
Come on.

For those that are due respect, I've been stud yin'
unexplained phenomena since I was five years old.

I know I know more than anyone in this
room, and I know where to find Lou De Long.

Yeah, right. Sure you do.
All right. Let's go.

I know where Lou...
Aah!

Get Crockett and check that out.

- Take her to the Metro infirmary.
- Have her checked out.

Take her home. Stay with her
until she starts making sense.

After a few hours aboard the
spacecraft, well, we felt right at home.

Honestly, it was the most fulfilling
sexual experience of my life.

I think it saved our marriage.

What lucky, lucky, people
you are to be among the chosen.

Where do we sign up?

Thank you for sharin'
this with all of us.

Need I remind you, friends,

about the total purpose
of Astrolife: To share,

to gain insight
and understanding,

to know the total truth
about the central mystery...

that everyone in this room...

has experienced at one time.

Who are they?

Why are they here?

And what are they plannin' for us?

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

Does the word "undercover”
mean anything to you?

Now, friends, Astrolife...

is a peaceful coexistence
among the planets.

There's no such thing
as a free lunch.

After the light show, Travis'll be
handin'out envelopes for your donations.

We accept all major credit cards.

Again, I'd like to say
thank you for comin' out.

Mr. De Long, please. I can't tell you
how much I've enjoyed this afternoon.

Astrolife has made such
a great difference in my existence.

And your new book?
It's great.

I'll be glad to autograph it
immediately after the light show.

Thank you.

Hey, Lou.
Lou, my man. Hey.

I'm Rico Cooper.
This is my first time being here.

I am impressed.
Hey.

This is my partner, Sonny
Burnett. How ya feelin', Sonny?

Nice to meet you. You know, we
have a mutual friend. TrudyJoplin.

She told us to look ya up.
Trudy Joplin?

I don't know no Trudy Joplin, man. There are
a lot of friends I have of female persuasion.

Um, you mean to tell me you didn't take
Trudy Joplin with you to a club last night?

Sad to say, man,

but I spent my night
in the arms of a... easy chair.

Couch potato.
Yeah, I understand.

Excuse me.
Yeah, sure.

Do you want to make
a donation to the cause?

I gave at the office.

Hey Lou, man. You got a
real nice scam goin' on. Scam?

Yeah, scam. We'd hate to screw it up
for ya, so tell us about Trudy Joplin.

You just don't understand unless
you been through it. Been through it?

You mean, you took a ride?

I been a lot of places...
rock star, revivalist...

and now, I can't say
exactly what did happen.

But personally, I thought
it was more like being raped.

And |-I just don't...
I don't recommend it.

Lonnie Akers was
an Astrolife charter member.

You never know unless you ask.

Uh, Lou, come on.

You're gonna go meet someone
again for the first time.

But you're old.

Well, they work on my photos
a little bit, but after all, don't everyone?

No.
Last night you were him.

We went to a club.
You sat at the piano.

You sang "I Feel Good" just for me.

We came back to my apartment...

Look, I've had this album
since I was 13. You signed...

I'm sorry.

You kissed me in this room.

- Why would you lie about such a thing?
- Hey, Trudy, back up.

Maybe somebody spiked your O.J.
Early yesterday morning or something.

Oh, you're right.
Maybe I'm nuts.

Trudy, I believe
you saw me last night,

but they take your memories
and they use them.

Lou, come on.
We've seen enough. Let's go.

Well, I told you. You can't understand
it unless you been through it too.

Trudy, take a look at me.

Think of me
the same as last night...

on the houseboat.

Two men with "weird eyes”
and "purple auras.”

That's all she can remember right now.
Peanut butter on their breath, I'll bet.

I want the works on that place
and the guy who runs it. Travis?

Yeah, he looked
like the head con to me.

Roger Travis hired De Long
last year and made him full partner.

Sir, I went and got the annual
report during my lunch hour.

S-Sir.
Excuse me.

Beside the R & B singers
and the weird eyes, Trudy's a blank?

Everything after the houseboat.
Then start with the houseboat.

Uh, can't find it. The address is not on
Trudy's report or the medical examiner's report.

A patrol car would have been dispatched to
the address, notify next of kin. Try that.

Well, the uh, dispatcher on duty
doesn't have the address on his log,

and the officers he thinks he sent
on the call...

swear they were
having coffee and doughnuts...

with Mamie Van Doren
at the time.

I didn't make that up.

Lot of sloppy procedure to be
coincidence. I don't buy it.

What's Trudy into?

Come on.
Let's call that dispatcher.

Vice.
Carson.

Is Carson here?
Carson, pick up line three.

Hello? Yes, sir.
Is that you, Carson?

Yes, sir. Well, if you're in the condition
of the O.C.B. yes, sir. Right away.

I understand. Bye.
Do it now!

Hey, why don't you guys
try Rona Akers?

Maybe she knows about
her husband's houseboat.

His vision's very narrow.
But also clear.

Try Rona Akers.

Motels always seem to know
when I'm arriving.

- The hell's that?
- No. Aah! Stop!

Stop, now.
That's her.

Showtime.

Stop it. No, no.

Freeze!
Miami...

A light.

It was moving northwest,
and then down.

I don't know.
Could've been an aircraft.

Yeah!
Yeah, I-I'm a police officer.

No, never before.

Thank you.

No sign of the door being forced,
not a stick out of place.

So, maybe normally we'd assume that
Rona Akers is down the street at a bar...

havin'a couple of beers
with some old friends.

But nothing else is normal, so...

I'm listening.

The aliens sapped her free will and
scooted her off to the mother ship.

Oh, that'll look good on the report.

Why?
It's gotta be the houseboat.

Trudy found the houseboat,
they nabbed her,

flap jacked her brain
and shredded the dispatcher's log.

They didn't want Rona
to lead us back.

Isn't it convenient how
they were haulin' her away...

just as we showed up?

Maybe they heard Castillo.

And you know aliens, they can be
invisible or a-a half a dimension off...

or disguised as a houseplant... Or
a records specialist nosin' around.

That's it.

I'm on the bus, man.
It's crazy. I'm outta here.

Nope, nope, nope.
I'm not gonna stand around...

and seriously discuss the possibility
that Phil Carson is a moon lizard.

Rona's gone, and he knew we wanted her.
How much do we know about Carson, huh?

Okay, but before I check him for a zipper
up the back, I'm gonna to pull his jacket.

I'm owed a couple of favors
in Personnel. And Rona?

Put out an A.P.B. on the car.
What else can we do?

Find out where
that thing went down.

It's tied in, Sonny. It didn't just
fly over when it did by chance.

I am not gonna go look for little green
men with you. Suppose we find some?

Well, then you can introduce me.
But stick to the facts.

Were the ones we saw green?
Nay, nay, I say.

Hi. Thanks.

Thanks. Guess you just saved that kid
a hell of a tip for Christmas.

At least.

Girl, you gotta get
some peace of mind,

or you'll be wasting the mailman
and the trash collector too.

Trudy, Trudy,
put that piece away, will ya?!

Oh, God. Oh, boy.

It was the same song.

Trudy,

you can hear that song on the
oldies station at least five times a day.

Yeah, I know, but...

Okay, this may sound silly, right?
But when I hear it, I get a real horror.

It's like real terror,

and then there's these shapes and
images, and it's like I'm blocking them.

Well, if you had
yourself as a witness,

how could you get
past that block?

The usual. Confrontational
therapy, free association...

Hypnosis.

Sun's hot, a beautiful day.

I feel good

Like you know that I should, now

I feel good

So good
I feel good

Oww

There it is.

The houseboat?
Yeah.

Oh God. It's them.

It's... It's them.

- Don't...
- They-They can't hurt you, Trudy.

You're safe.
Come back now.

Now!
Okay, you're safe.

Take deep breaths.

Where are you?
Uh, Metro-Dade.

What frightened you?
Shapes.

I-I can't describe them.

Have you been taking any
uh, psychoactive drugs?

L.S.D., ecstasy, like that?
No. I don't use that stuff.

Never have. Why?

Well, there were traces of...

oxygenated salts in your
blood sample from yesterday.

It's nothing to worry about.

The same thing tends to trigger
a reaction in standard drug tests.

So will a bad head cold.

Otherwise, you're in perfect health.

Trudy, you said
you saw the houseboat?

I know where it's tied up. It's a little
inlet on the bay called Hurricane Hole.

I'm gonna go check it out.
You stay here and rest.

Huh! Like hell.

Okay, Swi, listen. If you get any more
citizen's calls on the saucer, give me a scream.

Look, every time
uh, Venus or Jupiter...

or some other planet rises or sets,
all the nuts get revved up.

Paper says, " 14 calls
to Homestead Air Force Base..."

" ..Wild aerial maneuvers..."

"...shaped like a cigar and
hovering over the Orange Bowl."

Now, listen. I got a night watchman
in Hialeah, he said "north of west."

Pilot on approach to Miami International
said north and west.

Look, we're close, but no cigar
hovering over the Orange Bowl.

Tell Castillo I'm working on
a search pattern for Akers's woman...

a large search pattern.

Uh, yeah, and Sonny's
checkin' on Carson's background.

Why? Uh, listen. I'll
tell you later, all right?

Good morning.

Good morning!

Are-Are you punchin'
in or punchin' out? Out.

I'm headed for ham and grits
as soon as I find the barn.

That's some uh.. Well, you know...
I'm down from J.L. in Boca.

There's been some crazy rumors flying about
the night shift out here seeing... something.

I keep my eyes on the road.

- I'm off the clock, okay?
- Well, no problem.

I just wanted to tuck a little extra in somebody's
envelope for helpin' me straighten out things.

They said some more old fuel drums
went up again down in pit 18.

Nothin'to worry about,
as long as OSHA doesn't find out.

No crew this week.

- Name's Reynolds.
- Uh, what are you listenin' 10?

Beethoven.
You oughta try Brahms.

Is there anyone home?

Gina, somebody's been here.
They cleaned up the trash.

Trudy! On deck.
Mrs. Akers.

She's dead. Cold.

A few hours, I guess.

And look. She's shaved.

Just like the patch we found
on Akers's scalp.

I'd better go find a phone.

What?

- What?
- Trudy, what's happening to you?

No! No, no! God, no!

- You sure get around, Lou.
- Mr. Cooper, what's up?

That's a good question,
a very good question.

I want to talk about
what might be "up".

Unless you got some other idea.

I don't understand.
That makes two of us, brother.

I'm a cop.
I want some straight answers.

No more Martian Chronicles.

Bodies are missing, people you know
are missing, strange lights in the sky...

That's what I been ea yin'.

Active period,
numerous encounters...very busy.

- You packing?
- A gun? No.

No good against them.
Check it out.

All right.

Let's talk about what might
be happenin'... right here.

What's burned?

Doesn't smell like diesel oil.
It's not. It's the Jacob's ring.

For the earthling
present here, please?

Jacob's ring is a term
used since the landin' in '54,

on Jacob's Ranch
in New Mexico... generic.

Ship landed here.

If we had a counter, we could measure
the alpha scatter... radioactivity.

Very little. Don't worry.

I've been near a few.
No harm.

Yeah, so what are you doin' here? Did they
drop you off on their way to Andromeda?

I wish.
I'm here to meet our sponsors.

Travis sets them up
every weekend in different places.

And who are your sponsors?
Travis didn't tell me.

I really don't care,
'cause people like their privacy.

So what's in the envelope?

Tapes, videos...
of our sessions at Astrolife.

Sightings, telepathic contact...
the works.

They pay us two grand a week.
You're kiddin'.

Sounds like you got
your thing together, my man.

You know. I mean, uh,
book royalties, rich friends.

Hey, look. I wanna say
I'm sorry for the hassle.

Enjoy yourself, hear?
Thank you.

Take me to your leader.

Certainly, you can understand
our predicament.

I'm sure an elite organized crime unit like
yours has run into situations like this before.

No way, Wilcox.

Right hand not knowing
what the left hand is doing...

will not work here.

If you got a track on the inside, you better
put me on it, otherwise you're obstructing.

That's our job.
What?

We have explicit orders to maintain
the utmost security on this project.

I'm sure you understand, given the
present global interest in disarmament,

that to have our most advanced systems
become mere bargaining chips is impossible.

It's a government-wide concern.

There's got to be better places to
test than Dade County. You're kidding.

All the drugs you've got dropping in here...
We're just another blip on the screen.

We have used other sites.

Elko, Nevada?

So what does this man have to do
with your operation, huh?

What is your interest in
a bunch of fringe lunatics?

Mr. De Long's organization has proved
an invaluable source of security feedback.

Uh, who saw what, when...

We get a better idea
how to debunk the rumors.

Time-out, man.
Classified flight tests...

do not explain the fact
that people are missing.

Memories are evaporating,

and bodies are disappearing.
All par for the course.

Whenever people hear
the letters U.F.O.,

fantasy and speculation follow.

Nothing that you've told us
can't be explained...

as accidents, coincidence,
mere human frailty.

Oh, yes it can.

Akers goes on the street
and has an accident.

That's when all the cover-up
takes place.

You drug the people who know
and see too much.

You steal Akers's body
from the morgue,

so the autopsy won't
raise any questions.

Then you tidy up every little thing,
including Akers's wife.

Whatever you think,
it isn't true.

You'd do better to leave anything
you can't prove out of your report.

Phil, why'd you call me in here?

Trudy, there's some weird stuff
on my computer bulletin board.

I needed a page printed, so I had to come
down here. So what's that got to do with me?

I'm not sure, but didn't you say there was
some kind of electronic gear on that houseboat?

Yeah. Ham radio stuff. Why?

Just might be
a communications relay station.

They used something like that
in the Elko, Nevada case.

So what do you mean?
I mean, we gotta get there.

Sonny. What... Man, don't
be sneakin'up on me like that.

Sorry, man. Couldn't get away
from those flyboys until after dark.

Gina hung with Trudy
until she conked out,

then slipped over to the morgue
to make sure that Rona's body...

did not join
the parade to nowhere.

Mm-hmm. Switek's gonna cover
until she wakes for the post-op.

So, no little green men, huh?
Only red, white and blue ones.

And don't scratch Carson off your
dance card yet. Can you tie him in?

Ah, I didn't get anywhere
with the jacket.

He's only been on the force
for six months.

He goes to night school
at Dade Community College.

- But he wasn't there tonight.
- You're losin' me.

I paid a little after-hours visit
over to the registrar's office.

Two years ago,

Carson did a half a semester for
no credit at Northeast Nevada J.C.

Don't tell me.
Beautiful little Elko.

You are quick.

Hey, Switek.
Sonny and I are back at O.C.B.

Tell me what's happenin'.
Yeah. Trudy isn't here.

She left a note. Says, " Went
to see Carson, Metro-Dade."

This computer's online to that Star Chaser
bulletin board that Carson talked about.

Printing a lot of garbage,
like map coordinates:

"Twenty-six degrees, 11 minutes,
40 seconds north latitude...”

Miami?
Yeah. Vectors and currents...

and tides, for uh...

- For the Hurricane Hole.
- That's where they found Akers's houseboat today.

I never gave it a thought.

They're always up there, you know? Even beyond
the skies in the daytime. Millions of 'em.

You sure you're all right, Trudy?
I'm fine. Really.

What the hell are you doin' there? You better have some
good answers or otherwise you're in a world of trouble.

They were startin' to tow when
we got here and invited us along.

Get outta here. Go on.

Hurry up.
Now, stay there.

Hey, you. Come here.

You got authorization
to move this thing?

I have the papers right here.
Released by the court to Astrolife.

Why you?
It's our property.

Lonnie Akers gave it to us as a gift
on the day he, uh, had his misfortune.

Yeah, it's all yours, pal, but this guy
and the girl upstairs are goin' with me.

- Hey, hey.
- Take it easy, pal.

I'm just checking you for a zipper.
Get up there.