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[ beeping ]

[ Cole sighs ]

Oh, what a night!

Ooh, this city b-blows.

Am I wrong?

MEL: Uh, technically, no.

But we usually call it the Windy City.

Uh. Like I said, it blows.

Ah, ah, ah.

You've been very quiet since we left the opera.

Is it surprising?

[ sighs ]

Well, what did you think?

It was very loud.

Well, it's supposed to be loud, Cole.

That's how the singers express their emotions.

Oh, I mean, couldn't you feel it-- the passion, the despair?

Oh.

It was very nice.

Glad you liked it.

Can you believe that lamp?

I've had that thing fixed 3 times,

and still it's got some mysterious short.

I'll take a look at it.

Okay, but I'd still like it

to resemble a lamp when you're finished.

What do you mean?

I mean, don't turn it into

a radar tracking system or something.

Who, me?

I'm gonna go check my messages.

Be right back...

to keep an eye on you.

[ answering machine beeps ]

MAN: [ on machine ] Mel, it's Jeff from the shop.

The condenser just needs an overhaul.

No need to replace it. Call me. 555-0122.

[ beep ]

WOMAN: [ on machine ] Hey, Mel, it's Melissa.

Just calling to let you know that I can

definitely pick up that shell-colored ashtray.

WOMAN: Mel, I know you're busy,

and I'm still working on the restaurant,

but I'll let you know. Talk to you soon.

[ click, beeps ]

COLE: Fixed it.

Already? You're kidding me.

You're amazing.

Thank you.

How did you fix that so quickly?

I gave it the finger.

Uh-oh.

[ sighs ]

I think we're really in for it.

I don't think I can fix this one, Mel.

COLE: This is Cirron, my home.

One of 6 planets in the Migar Federation.

There was a prison break.

218 of the most violent criminals have disappeared

into the city of Chicago.

Finding them won't be easy.

They aren't human.

But luckily for Earth, neither am I.

There we go.

Oh, I guess we don't need them after all.

I remember a snowstorm like this when I was a kid.

Our front door was blocked by snow for 3 days.

We used a second-story window

to get in and out of the house.

We didn't have snow on Cirron.

So before this winter, you've never seen any?

Well, I spent time on Enix.

Half the planet's covered in ice.

Oh, I'm so glad that lamp is finally working. Thanks, Cole.

What about this one?

Oh, I've given up on that one.

I just held onto it 'cause they were a matching pair.

Of lamps that don't work.

They were my grandmother's.

I can't help it if I'm a little sentimental.

Like hanging up the triangle.

Where'd it go?

Well, there's your problem right there.

Oh. Here it is.

I'm sure it's not worth anything,

but I just can't bring myself to throw it away, you know?

Definitely needs a good polish.

[ Cole whistles ]

Let me guess.

You used the finger?

No, the terminal wires to the grounding cable

and the prongs was reversed,

so I, uh, snipped it.

I knew that.

I was just testing you.

[ sighs ]

This place is such a mess.

[ device beeping ]

MEL: Nestov, what are you doing out on a night like this?

Freezing my cajonesoff.

I was headed for this phat club over on Michigan,

but I got caught up in the storm.

What were you doing at a club for overweight people?

P-h-a-t.

Not f-a-t.

Never mind.

I've got an interesting business proposition

that I want to discuss with you.

We're not interested.

Was I talkin' to you?! Thank you.

Okay, along the way I noticed that the--

the public transit's down, right?

A-a-and people are stranded at the bus stop.

Uh, the "L."

And then a human saying that I heard hits me.

There's always opportunity in adversity.

Other people's adversity, as it turns out.

I bring you thirsty people.

You get them out of the storm.

You make money and I, well--

I-I'm just a good-looking guy and--

Wait a second!

You said there's people standing outside in the snow?

Freezing. Freezing in the snow.

Well, of course they can come in.

What do you get out of this?

The satisfaction of helping my fellow man.

They're not your fellow men. You're a Dessarian.

Details. Details!

NESTOV: Hey, come on, come on, come on.

Thank you very much.

Twenty from you, please.

COLE: What are you doing?

As I said, a business proposition.

Something for Mel...

and something for me.

Synergy is a truly wonderful thing.

Is it not?

Nestov, give these people back their money.

I can't be responsible

if they want to show me a little gratitude.

Something I've learned from earthlings--

It's an insult to refuse their offerings. Ha ha ha!

MEL: Why is it that he always shows up

at the worst possible time

and then manages to turn it into his own benefit?

COLE: Part of his charm.

He's a Dessarian.

He likes to blend in with different situations.

MEL: Well, he's blending into my bar,

and he's bilking these people out of their money.

"Pilking" them?! I'm not "pilking"!

"Pilking." What's--

"Bilk." It means "con."

And yes, you are!

See, this is the difference between you and us.

You know, the difference is, see,

what one sees as a perfectly reasonable business opportunity,

the other has a paranoid vision of "pilking"!

Hey... who do you have to pay off

to get a drink around here?

OTHERS: Yeah... that's right...

MAN: It's a bar, isn't it?

Uh, technically the bar's closed.

ALL: Oh! Come on!

[ people grumbling ]

But under the circumstances,

I'd like to now announce that the bar is open.

[ all cheer ]

Gimme a hand, would you?

Hey--

We'd love to, wouldn't we?

MAN: Well, I-- I was a ski instructor before.

I was a ski instructor.

Can I help you?

Uh, yes, please.

Ginger ale. No ice.

Nice weather.

[ chuckles ]

If you hadn't been here, I don't know

what all these people would have done.

So, what were you doing out on a night like this?

Working. I'm an accountant.

Ah.

No rest for the wicked.

Right. Thank you.

Table 4.

I just wanted to tell you that given the circumstances,

I don't expect special treatment or anything.

Uh... okay.

Uh--uh, I mean,

normally, Gina Newcastle,

Channel 6, Windy City breaking-news girl on the street

gets a lot of individualized attention.

COLE: Change.

$1.00 to the man at the end of the bar.

Wow, uh, I can imagine you're like a celebrity?

I know.

Listen, I've got a great angle on a story.

Strangers thrown together by chance

taking shelter in a bar called the Watchtower.

It's so perfectly poetic.

Cole, we need some more beer.

- Okay. - Just like Bob Dylan?

It's called the Watchfire.

What's that?

Change.

Thanks.

- Uh, the name of the bar. - What are you doing?

- A tip for me. - GINA: Sorry?

You meet me over there. I'll get some more beer.

The name of the bar is The Watchfire.

Yeah, whatever. The angle still works.

Don't you worry about a thing.

We'll do it on the fly.

Ultra-real.

I don't think so.

Consider the free publicity.

Well, now that you put it that way...

Yeah. You'll be the talk of the town.

COLE: Would you stop complaining?

Think of it as another tip.

NESTOV: I'm here, am I not?

You've been working late. It's dark and windy.

You're on your way home and suddenly

here comes the snow.

The storm of the century.

Nowhere to go. Nothing's open.

What do you do?

Well, I'm standing in what has to be

the in place to be on a night like this,

The Watchfire Bar near Chicago's Loop,

where a group of total strangers

have been thrown together by fate

to ride out the storm.

So, tell us, what's your name?

Me. Oh, no, you don't want to interview me.

Wrong. You're going to be on Channel 6.

Tell us who you are and what you do.

Uh--uh... my name is Sidney Berkin.

- Mm-hmm. - I'm an accountant.

An accountant? That's fascinating!

So, what brings you out on a night like this, Sid?

Wait. Let me guess.

Coming back from a Bulls game

or maybe a late night tryst at Mortons?

Uh, no, I--I was just working late.

Going through the files. You know, that sort of thing.

So, when the storm hit you were what,

on your way home to your wife and children

who were worried sick about their loved one,

who was stranded out in the brutal Chicago night?

Uh, er, no. I was just taking a break.

Taking a break. Okay, then,

thanks for talking to us, Sid.

[ whispering ] That's a cut.

We're gonna tape right over that one.

Moving on...

NESTOV: [loudly] Ha ha ha! Speak to me, baby!

Oh, oh, oh...whoo!

Ooh!

That guy's amazing.

20 a pop. He's beaten everybody.

- Really? - [ video game laser fire ]

- Excuse me. - NESTOV: Am I not the king?

Could I talk to you for a moment, king, please?

Uh, not right now, baby. I'm on a roll.

H-hey, hey, hey, hey, now.

Come on. Fatal error?

It's not as fatal as it could be.

I was in a zone.

I was a big winner here.

Now would be good.

All right. Fine!

He'll be right back.

Yeah. You just keep it warm.

Or not. Let's go.

What were you doing?

I thought you were going to help us in the bar.

Yeah, I'm doin'--

Cole, just a couple of quest--

No!

The game is not for you to play on.

I was makin' money!

Hey. Seen the new Palm Pilot?

It is an absolute wizard

at inputting home phone numbers.

MAN: Whoa...hey... What's going on?

Looks like we're gonna be in the dark here, pretty soon.

Not that that's such a bad thing.

A little service, please.

The young lady here is in need of a drink.

Actually, I'm fine.

So... ready for another?

Not really.

Listen to her. You'd think she was buying.

[ whispering ] Don't worry about it.

It's on me.

My name's Harry.

I'm a bond trader, and I have had a killer week.

Go ahead.

What would you like?

Nothing. Honest.

Come on, honey, it's on me.

You know, something to help warm up a long, cold night.

[ fingers cracking ]

I said I didn't want another drink.

And for the record, the name's not "honey."

Uh!

All right, all right. Just trying to be friendly.

I'll take a scotch at the end of the bar.

Let me have another club soda.

You got it.

Sorry about that.

If he hits on you again--

Oh, I'll break more than his heart.

On the house.

Uh, where's the ladies' room?

Just past the pool tables on your left-hand side.

Thanks.

NESTOV: No, no, no, no! Don't even try it, okay?

The important thing is I saw on that screen

it said "fatal error" just when you showed up.

Now, you wouldn't happen to have zapped it now, would you?

Well, you wouldn't have happened to have rigged it, would you?

- Rigged? - Rigged.

- Me? - Hmm.

It's all skill. All skill.

Hand-eye coordination, extraordinary reflexes.

I mean, come on, look at this face.

Does this look like the face of a cheat? Huh?

It looks like a con man. You're a con man.

Okay, okay, maybe in the past

I may have shaded the truth,

cut a few corners, but hey,

that was the old me.

Cole, you are looking at the new me.

I would rather die before I rigged that game!

That can be arranged.

Okay, okay, maybe-- maybe I don't want to die,

but you're talking about

some sophisticated electrical wiring thing,

and you know that's not my field of expertise.

Hmm.

Wait a minute.

You picked up on the game's binomial sequence, didn't you?

I have no idea what--

It's a simple mathematical analysis for a Dessarian.

You knew what was coming before it happened.

So I had a tiny advantage. What's the big whoop?

You're a cheat. You're a con--

[ glass shatters ]

[ alarmed muttering ]

[ woman screams ]

Don't move!

GINA: Excuse me. Jason, get that camera in there.

NESTOV: Oh, no, no, no. I don't think so.

Channel 6 News. Gina Newcastle.

Oh, really? That's nice. Excuse me--

Gina Newcastle, Channel 6 News, you know.

Yes. And?

And we need to get this story.

It's a breaking story.

It's not a breaking story.

And, who are you? Excuse me?

I gotta call an ambulance.

I wouldn't bother. He's dead.

GINA: Get in there. I want to see that blood, Jason.

GINA: Excuse me. Excuse me. Sorry.

Gina Newcastle, Channel 6 News. Get in there, Jason.

Oh, hi, Gina. How you doin'?

You don't understand. We've got--

It's a dead body.

Well, let's film it. Let's get it in there.

He's dead? Are you sure?

He has no pulse.

Well, did someone just smack him on the head?

NESTOV: Okay, okay, that's enough.

No. Probably hit his head

when he collapsed and fell.

MEL: That smell...

Smells like roasted chestnuts.

Any idea what it is?

I have to run some tests.

I've gotta see if I can get the police.

I'll be upstairs.

Okay, everybody back. Please.

Everybody back. Back, please.

Make sure nobody goes near the body.

It's all right. Everybody back. Thank you.

Make sure no one gets close to the spot, so back off.

GINA: Don't listen to him.

With a storm raging outside,

you'd think the best place to be on a night like this

would be in the company of others,

safe and warm, away from the weather.

That's what Harry Spinelli thought, too.

Unfortunately, he was wrong.

Harry was a bond trader who'd been working late

and was on his way home when the storm struck.

That's when he met Mister...

Like I told you, $20 to shoot the body, not me.

What's the problem here?

I don't want to be on TV.

It's a thing with my religion.

You know, the camera stealing my soul and all that.

Okay, well, how about an off-camera interview?

Okay.

So, what can you tell us about Harry Spinelli?

Just don't use my name.

Fine. What can you tell us about Harry Spinelli?

Well, uh, we were very close.

So, you'd known the victim?

Oh, no. We were standing together earlier.

Very close. Like, something like--

you know, like this.

Yeah. Of course. Come on.

So, you risked your own safety

facing the danger of freezing to death,

or maybe getting struck by an out-of-control vehicle,

to open your bar for others who might have been in need?

Uh, actually, I don't think it was quite that dangerous.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Well, I was just on my way home. I live upstairs.

But you were closed for the night.

Uh, yes, we were...

but under the circumstances with the weather,

I couldn't turn the people away,

so I decided to reopen.

They may have been perfect strangers,

but she couldn't turn them away.

It's the kind of thing that makes Chicago

truly a great place to live.

And of course, a great place to die.

Oh!

Phone's out?

Yeah. All the circuits are busy.

How am I supposed to get ahold of the police?

Brr-rrr-rrr!

Brr. Brr...

Vic?

That's weird.

Oh, thanks.

It's nice to see you, too.

No, I meant because I was just trying

to get through to the station on the phone,

and I couldn't.

Well, I picked up on your psychic vibe.

Actually, I saw your lights on.

Thought I'd come by and see if everything's all right.

Aren't you supposed to be closed?

Yes...but...

Wait a second.

Why are you trying to call the station?

[ sighs ]

We got ourselves into a little situation.

What kind of situation, Mel?

A dead guy kinda situation.

Come again?

A customer. I think he had a heart attack or something.

Well, where is he?

He's over here.

He's dead, all right.

All right, listen up, everyone.

I'm detective Vic Bruno,

and this just officially became a crime scene,

so if you'd go in the other room, please?

Now. Go.

Wait a second, Vic.

If this man had a heart attack,

my bar has not become a crime scene.

Well, we can't be positive of the cause of death

until the coroner gets here.

- Now, what happened? - I don't know.

I guess he had a heart attack, fell and hit his head.

But I'm not sure because the lights went out.

I heard a crash, and when the lights came back on,

he's... dead.

The lights were off?

Yeah. The storm knocked the power off for a couple seconds.

So nobody actually saw him go down.

[ Mel sighs ]

One minute he's standing there drinking,

and the next minute, he's...

All right, listen up.

We're gonna have to get statements from everyone,

so nobody leaves, understand?

It'll be all right.

So you never met him before tonight, right?

He wasn't exactly my type.

He offered to buy you a drink, you turned him down,

and he got angry. Correct?

More or less. They guy was a jerk.

But he didn't threaten you in any way, correct?

No.

Did you threaten him?

The guy hit on me. I blew him off.

It happens all the time.

I'm not about to kill

every socially-challenged man in Chicago.

I guess not.

Thanks for your cooperation.

MEL: Look, Vic, while you're playing Sherlock Holmes,

what am I supposed to do with the body?

I'm not playing here. This is what I do.

- I know. - The fact is...

I've seen enough death

to know that this one's a little suspicious.

And as for our late Mr. Spinelli,

I'm gonna have to store him in your walk-in freezer.

My freezer?! No way.

I gotta keep the body cool until I can get a meat wagon here.

Otherwise, it's gonna get a little pungent.

[ sighs ] Why did I open the door?

Oh, no, I am not goin' anywhere near that body.

- Oh, yes, you are. - Why me?

Because you dragged him in here,

and you can drag him out.

[ electricity crackling ]

[ door opens, shuts ]

[ footsteps ]

[ gasps ]

What are you doing? What happened?

- The killer... - The killer?

...is a fugitive.

I was analyzing the victim's blood sample

on the computer.

The killer must have seen it.

As soon as the blood sample came up toxic,

he hit me with an electricity drain.

What?!

It's like a Taser gun but reversed.

It-it's not powerful enough to stop my life functions,

but it certainly packs a punch.

I don't like this at all, Cole. This way too close to home.

Wait a second.

How could a fugitive get into the bar

and into my apartment without you sensing its presence?

I thought you could sense their presence.

I can. Or, I could.

Time and acclimation to Earth's atmosphere

must have caused them to blend in--

give off much less of a trace.

I sensed something earlier on this evening,

but I couldn't be certain.

It was so faint.

Do you know which one it is?

Must've been one of those that came in with Nestov.

I'm going to have to adjust to a much lower level of sensitivity

to feel their presence.

Great.

Assuming we're safe enough to be talking about this now,

what does he or she want?

I'm not sure.

I'm going to have to identify them.

How?

Start with the bathroom.

What?!

I need some extra parts to repair the computers.

Oh, and tell Nestov that I want to see him.

Sure. Oh... Vic's downstairs.

He's treating Mr. Spinelli's death like a homicide,

and he's interrogating the crowd.

I doubt he'll find the killer's from another planet.

Or that the murder weapon's a kraz.

A kraz. Why not? What's a kraz?

It's a pistol-shaped laser device.

It's deadly to humans.

And produces the smell of roasted chestnuts

and implies the symptoms of a coronary.

Yes. But faster. Much faster.

[ sighs ] I'll send Nestov right up.

Playin' hard to get, huh?

Oh, I love that in a woman.

Look at this face.

Honestly, doesn't that just drive you wild with desire?

Your heart's goin' pitter-patter, pitter-patter,

- huh? - Can I see you?

Not now.

Oh, don't go! Aww-- look what you've done!

Cole needs to see you upstairs.

He does? Why?

Oh, there isn't another dead body, is there?

Go.

And here's someone I understand actually spoke to the victim.

And your name is?

That's none of your business.

And I really have nothing to say about this.

I guess not everybody wants their 15 minutes of fame.

[ knock on door ]

Mel said you wanted my expertise?

Whoa...what happened here?

Nothin' that can't be fixed.

Just so you understand, Dessarians are absolutely

useless when it comes to fixing things.

We are handy men, not handymen, so to speak.

Good. So you can collect DNA samples

from all the guests downstairs.

What kind of DNA sample?

Anything you can get:

saliva, tissue, hair samples.

Saliva? See, now that's disgustin'!

There--there are so many germs in saliva.

Okay, I'm on it.

And don't forget who they're from.

VIC: Did you speak with the deceased?

No. Can I leave now?

I'm afraid not.

This is a police investigation.

Everyone's gonna have to hang in a little longer.

Besides, you really want to go back out in that storm?

I want to go anywhere that's outside.

I'm terribly claustrophobic,

and it's getting very closed in here.

I sympathize with you, Mr. Berkin,

but you're gonna have to bear with me.

Doesn't sound like I have much of a choice.

Hey! What the hell?!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, don't blame me.

I mean, you had this big, black, hairy spider on your neck.

It must have bit you before I knocked it off.

I hope you're not allergic or anything.

Just keep away from me!

Oh, that's gratitude.

A simple "thank you" would have been nice.

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

Uh...I--I mean...

I'm such a big fan,

I--I wouldn't mind having a lock of your hair.

A fan.

Do you want me to autograph the brush for you?

Sure.

All right, somethin' just doesn't make any sense.

Did you get the samples?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, here they are.

DNA samples from the whole crowd.

I numbered them perfectly,

except from that guy Vic.

Good. What are you saying?

Well, if the fugitive wanted something,

why murder a perfect stranger?

Well, assuming he wanted to get into this room,

I'd say murder was a perfect distraction.

Wait a minute,

you've numbered these, but who are they from?

You're never happy with my work, are you?

Next time you want something done, do it yourself.

Nestov, I can't tell--

you figure out which one it is

and I'll tell you who it belongs to.

Nestov--

Got a mind like a steel trap, baby. Okay?

I know what I'm doin'.

I got it.

Oh, what I have to work with.

- Cole. - Vic.

What are you doing up here?

It's part of the investigation.

Oh.

I gotta check the whole place out.

What is all this stuff?

It looks like a kitchen blew up in here.

Oh, it's just a computer with a few modifications.

That's an understatement.

I don't think I've ever seen a PC

tied into--what, exactly, is this thing?

I believe it's called a no-fat grill.

- A no-fat grill? - Mm-hmm.

Okay, what do you do with a no-fat grill on a computer?

Uh, it's kind of complicated.

Excuse me.

Listen, Cole, you know,

I have never understood the arrangement

between you and Mel,

but let me tell you something right now.

If you put her in any kind of danger whatsoever,

I will shoot you dead.

I wouldn't do that.

Good.

So come clean. What's goin' on here?

You know, you're right.

We've known each other for a while now,

and we've been through a lot of experiences together.

And I'm-- I don't feel good

with Mel telling you these lies

and making up all these stories.

We've discussed telling you the truth before, but...

perhaps now is the right time.

Well, finally, I get to be part of the "secret" club.

All right, I'm-- look, I'm sorry.

I just--just tell me. You can trust me.

I'm a tracker.

All right...

You're a tracker.

What do you track?

Escaped criminals.

Escaped from where?

A prison called SAR-TOP.

I've never heard of SAR-TOP.

Well, you wouldn't have. It's, uh, on a moon

that orbits a planet called Cirron.

Cirron?

Cirron.

Let me guess...

Cirron's about 100 million light years away?

No. Actually, it's 100 light years away.

VIC: Oh, well, pardon me.

Do you get there in a UFO?

Ne-never mind. You know, I actually thought

that you were gonna be serious for a moment, all right?

But obviously I was wrong.

MEL: Vic?

What are you doing up here?

Well, I was just talking to Cole here,

and he was explaining exactly what he does.

What he does?

Oh, you mean... How he freelances...

for technical support on the Internet.

No. I told him the truth.

Oh, so you actually told him

that you're working undercover for the INS?

No. I told him the truth truth.

You told him the truth truth?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, he told me the truth truth.

Let me tell you something.

I might have been born at night,

but I wasn't born last night.

Now what is going on here?

Vic, it's complicated.

Look, the two of you can continue

to play your little game, all right?

But do not interfere with my investigation.

COLE: There's something you should know about the murder.

How do you know it's a murder?

Because Spinelli was killed by one of my fugitives.

[ sighs ]

Here we go again.

Vic, you just might want to listen to this.

I'm all ears, Rocket Man.

I collected DNA samples from everyone.

Once I reboot the computer,

I can analyze the data. Then I'll know.

You'll know what?

Who the killer is.

And you do this how?

One of the people downstairs has been inhabited by...

an alien,

so his DNA structure will be altered.

Of course.

It's pretty amazing, isn't it?

Don't tell me you believe all this stuff.

COLE: Got it.

"Samples one through five all human."

11, no. 12, no.

13, no.

Oh, only 2 left.

[ sighs ]

All right, we know it's sample 14 or 15.

We just have to find them.

Cole! Cole! Cole!

- Whoa. What's he doin' here? - Who the hell are you?

That doesn't matter. Just shine your light over here.

VIC: [whispering] Is this guy for real?

Have you checked with the insane asylums in the area

to make sure they're not missing any patients?

Look, Vic, I know it sounds weird, but, okay,

maybe he's from another planet, maybe he's not,

but you give him a microwave and a toaster,

and he turns it into a mission control.

If the killer was human,

he would have stolen a toaster or something.

Which he did not. Which means...

he's one of us.

[ quietly ] I just think we should be open-minded here.

I'll try.

COLE: All right, here they are.

All right, who did you take these samples from?

All right. Okay.

This one's the hair and this one's the straw.

Yes, I can see that.

But who are they from?

Oh, yeah, okay. Give me a second, okay?

Um, you know, I can't work underneath this pressure.

- Nestov. - What?!

MEL: Okay, I'm gonna go turn on the emergency generator.

No, we all are.

VIC: All right, everyone just calm down.

The lights will be back on in a moment, all right?

PATRONS: Hey...oh...

What's your name?

Jesus.

Last name?

Martinez.

What do you do, Jesus?

I have no idea who the hair sample's from,

but the straw is from the hot chick at the end of the bar.

There's a 50% chance she's our killer.

Hey, hey-- you want to tell me what's going on here?

What?

VIC: I want to know what's going on here.

NESTOV: I'm sorry, you gotta talk into my good ear.

VIC: What's going on with you and Cole?

Huh? She's got a gun! She's got a gun, man! Shoot her!

Put the gun down and your hands up now!

[ patrons scream, shout ]

- Do it now! - Shoot her, man! Shoot her!

VIC: Put the gun down now!

What the heck are you waiting for?! Shoot the girl!

VIC: I'm warning, lady, I will shoot you.

- Put the gun down. - Shoot the girl!

If you don't shut up, Jesus, I'll shoot you myself!

Now, put the gun down!

NESTOV Shoot her, man! Just shoot--just kill her!

[ patrons groan, exhale ]

It's okay. It's just a false alarm. It's all right.

VIC: You've gotta be more careful with that thing.

She's completely human.

Why, because I have one bad habit?

VIC: What the hell are you talking about?

- It's not her. - How do you know that?

Because she gave off no trace aura.

Oh, of course she didn't.

I sensed a presence earlier on tonight.

It's not her. Trust me.

The killer's someone else.

You stay right there and don't move, all right?

Does it look like I'm going anywhere?

Now, where are you goin'?

I'm going to reboot the computer,

see if I can run some additional scans.

Nobody moves.

[ beeping ]

[ device compacts ]

All right, Cole, enough of this crap.

Aah!

Cole!

Found the killer.

That's my grandmother's.

It's got Vardian writing on it.

What?!

Where would my grandmother find a Vardian artifact?

Maybe it found her.

[ thud, groan ]

What was that?

- Vic. - Vic!

[ Vic groans ]

Are you all right?

Ooh...

I've been better.

Oh, man!

Wow, that was so strange.

I mean, one minute the guy's gonna take a shot at me,

and then zip-- I can't remember anything.

I must've hit my head or something.

Well, that's exactly what happened to Cole.

Right?

Oh, right, yeah.

He pulled a stun gun on me and pshew-buh!

Yeah, well, I'll put an APB out on Sidney Berkin

and, if that's his real name, we'll find him.

- Thanks for everything, Vic. - No problem, sweetheart.

- I'll see ya. - Okay.

Oh, uh, Cole.

Let me know when the rest of your friends arrive.

Okay.

You know, Mel, it's interesting

how telling the truth here is often the least effective way

- of being believed. - NESTOV: Ooh, nasty business!

Those guys from the coroner's office took forever

to get that Spinelli stiff out of the freezer.

What did you do with the body?

What you told me to do.

Once Spinelli checked out of the Frigidaire Motel,

Berkin checked in.

You know, it's really not good for my business

to have dead bodies in my freezer.

We'll dispose of the body, Mel, once things settle down.

I hope by "we" you mean you and her,

'cause I'm outta here!

Gonna hook up with that Val chick tonight

'cause she was all over me, baby.

Ooh!

See you in a couple of hours, Nestov.

MEL: So, how's the translation coming?

Well, my ancient Vardian's pretty rusty.

It seems to say something about "faith in the key."

My grandmother's diary.

Cole, listen to this.

"Circles of stones, keepers of light,

miles below where day becomes night,

darkness descends from skies up above,

faith in the key protects those we love."

How is it possible that my grandmother could've translated

what's on that triangle?

Maybe she had some help.

What do you mean, like she was hanging out with Vardians?

Or Cirronians.

This is getting way too crazy.

Why? There are many mysteries on your planet

that remain unexplained.

Like?

Oh...Stonehenge...

The monoliths on Easter Island...

The great pyramids of Giza...

Christopher Walken.

Oh, Cole, you dropped your pen...

or something.

[ telephone rings ]

[ telephone rings ]

Watchfire.

Jess!

Yeah, we, uh...

Went to the opera.