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Madeline: You really think this

is a good place for us to meet?

It's perfect!

You need to get this thing

wrapped up, John.

People need an answer.

It'd be nice if it was also

the truth.

Kirkpatrick: The death of

Private Ronald Bartowski

is my entire and full

responsibility.

How'd you do it?

I did it.

That's all you or anybody

else needs to know.

Madeline: Arthur's house,

the movie theater,

Mrs. Peterman's house,

all on the same path

as the comet.

Starting tomorrow,

we follow this path and see

if we can find more metal.

Listen, I need a favor.

The guy we locked up,

he has a kid.

I need someone to watch him.

Do you believe that?

That we all have secrets

from each other?

Maybe not by intent,

but, yeah.

He lied.

Beth: He's supposed to be a

young pastor, very modern.

Regina said she saw him

in a high-fi shop in

Colorado Springs,

he's buying records,

swing dance records,

can you imagine?

And, I think it's high time

that we, hmm,

especially after everything

that's happened,

the whole town will be there,

so we don't want to seem like--

have you seen my

turquoise necklace?

Your what?

The turquoise necklace we

bought in Santa Fe.

Is it in a box in--

Why aren't you dressed?

We're going to be late.

I don't know how.

How to...?

Dad always used to tie

my tie for me.

I'll help you.

I know it's been hard starting

over, but we'll get there.

Do we have to go

to church today?

You don't want to?

Church was always Dad's thing.

Going without him--

Is exactly what he

would want us to do,

not sit around here

and mope.

Do you remember what

he used to say?

The function of prayer is

not to influence God...

But to change the nature

of the one who prays.

He'd be so proud of you.

Hold still.

Ha!

Found it.

Now hurry.

[record scratch]

♪How long till the sun sets?♪

♪How long can we hold today?♪

♪I don't ever want to say♪

♪Goodnight my love♪

Todd: For our light affliction,

which is but for a moment,

worketh for us a

far more exceeding

and eternal weight of glory.

While we look not at the things

which are seen but at the

things which are not seen,

for the things which

are seen are temporal,

but the things which are

not seen are eternal.

Who's that?

I don't know.

Usually this is when I would

close my bible,

take a thoughtful pause,

and then give a meaning

of what I just read,

and we would say

a prayer or two,

sing a few songs, go outside

and gossip and eat pie.

This isn't like any other

Sunday, is it?

These last few days have been

the darkest I've seen

in Granite Flats.

Nothing I can say, nothing

any pastor can say

could give us the solace,

the answers we seek.

So this Sunday I'm going to

do something different.

I'm going to shut up.

Instead of listening to me

ramble on,

I want each of you

to look at each other,

the people next to you,

around you.

The angels that God sends

to rescue us?

We are those angels.

Now don't be shy.

Do it.

Look at each other.

Remember what

this feels like.

When you need to find

the strength,

when the world throws

up adversity,

hold this feeling

close to you.

♪

[people chattering]

[people chattering]

Let's talk.

I have a plan.

Oh yes, I agree,

right up there with his

Christmas sermon last year,

remember that?

Oh yes, that was something else.

Look at Chief Sanders,

finally caught a genuine

criminal, like a pig in mud.

Excuse me, I'm going to go

freshen up my punch.

Who is she?

I thought she was with you.

How long have we known

each other, John?

Since you were what,

four, five?

You can trust me.

If charges are filed there

will be a formal announcement.

Come on, we all

know who done it,

the only question

is why he done it.

So tell me,

why'd he do it?

Carl, you know

I can't comment

on an ongoing investigation.

Listen to you, you sound just

like Jack Webb,

"Nothing but the facts, ma'am."

Chief Sanders , Pete Grady

and I were just talking about

how proud we are of you and

how you've handled this.

Well thank you ma'am,

just doing my job.

Any thoughts as to

Jenkins' motives?

Did I catch your name?

Bonnie Foster.

New in town.

Well, as I was telling

Carl here,

can't comment on an

ongoing investigation.

Come on, John,

give us something.

Is it true that he had a

history of friction

with Corporal Bartowski?

Ma'am, please.

That's Hershel Jenkins' son

right over there.

He has a tough enough

time as it is.

Nice chatting, excuse me.

[people chattering]

Ma'am?

We haven't been

introduced yet.

Rick Portis, with

the town police.

Oh, yes, I've met

Chief Sanders.

He's been very helpful.

Well, I like to think that I

can be pretty helpful too.

It's my sworn duty as an

officer of Granite Flats.

Oh, I see.

Thank you.

Yes, which is why today

is your lucky day,

because I have

something for you:

I have a chair.

Excuse me?

A reading chair, it's

top-notch, very plush.

I figure since you've

just moved in

you probably needed

some furniture, so...

it's not doing anything, it's

just sitting in my garage

next to my late-model Cadillac,

just waiting for some action.

That's very thoughtful,

Mr. Portis.

Call me Rick.

Well, Rick, fortunately the

house they assigned us

came furnished.

Well, you can never have

too many chairs,

I mean, what if you were to

have a visitor?

Can you excuse me, Rick?

Hospital business.

Yeah, I'll bring it by,

say 3:00?

Mrs. Milligan,

good to see you.

Likewise, Dr. Whittison.

I was meaning to ask you

about Frank Quincy.

Oh?

I couldn't find him on my

rounds last night.

Yes, I had him moved

to special care.

He needs more attention

than we can provide

in the regular ward.

I see, of course.

What exactly is wrong

with Lieutenant Quincy?

It's a complicated case,

very complicated.

Ladies, excuse me, I should

actually be getting back

to the hospital.

Honey, you have brass.

Regina, something very

strange is going on.

Have you ever looked at

Frank's file?

He's completely mentally sound,

and you want to know

what else?

He lied to me about his

time at Edwards,

he was there a whole year

as a special advisor,

whatever that is.

Who knows, the army

is the army.

I once went to the movies

with an advisor,

an officer who said he was

a special advisor,

turns out he advised

how to scrub latrines.

There's a cinnamon bun

with my name on it.

John: Mrs. Milligan,

have you two met?

My wife June.

Hi, Beth.

Apparently our boys

are fast friends.

Well, we have to have

you over for...

Jeffrey!

I said one piece,

not half the pie!

It never ends, so sorry.

How's Private Cross doing?

He's recovering.

You think I could come by

and talk to him?

I'm trying to interview anyone

that might've seen something,

and he was right there

at the blast.

Well, you'd have to talk to

Dr. Whittison about that.

He keeps a pretty close watch

on his patients.

That's why I'm asking you.

Excuse me, Wallace.

Bonnie: Small towns

can be tough, huh.

Everyone knowing

your business,

or thinking they know

your business.

I guess.

If I were you, know

what I'd want to do?

Run away?

Tell my story to the whole

world in my own words.

Lady, who the heck are you?

I can get you on

the front page.

Just call me anytime

you want to talk.

You're that reporter

from the city,

called me four times

for an interview.

Guilty as charged.

Up for it?

Ma'am, I'm going to ask you

to leave.

This town has been

through a catastrophe,

and the last thing we need is

a stranger poking around,

at church of all places.

I would've tried the bar,

but it's Sunday.

I'll tell you what.

You leave now,

you're my first phone call

when something breaks.

You get your scoop, deal?

I'd say take my card,

but you already did.

I'm staying at the hotel

on Winslow street.

Sorry about that.

You know what?

Come with me.

Tim: Wire?

That's how a metal

detector works.

You coil together a

bunch of wire

and it detects

electromagnetic charges.

Wow.

I was going to build one

with my dad.

I have the directions

in a book.

Where we going to get

the wire?

Look around your house.

Clothes hangers,

electrical cords,

maybe your dad has some.

Electrical cords.

I'll check.

Where's Madeline?

Her family doesn't

go to church.

Their god is science.

Boys, come with me.

Wallace.

John: Tim, and Arthur too,

now I know there's plenty

of blame to spread around,

but I'd like you to

apologize to Wallace

for your part in

the fight on Friday.

Wallace: Really,

it was nothing.

Arthur: Nothing?

How's that ear feeling?

Wallace, I'm sorry for

helping beat you up.

You didn't beat me up.

We sure did.

John: Arthur, that's enough.

Tim.

No thanks.

No, no, no, it's the

other way around.

This is the jitterbug, and

this is the mashed potato.

You dance pretty well

for a pastor.

Ah now Peggy, don't you

remember my sermon last month

about backhanded compliments?

Can we go?

Pastor, I meant to ask you,

the church after-school program,

is there room in it

for Wallace?

After school program?

That was the deal,

I have a job,

I can't take you to the

movies every afternoon.

Todd: Of course there's room.

Ladies, give us men a moment.

Excuse me.

People giving you a hard time?

Look, don't pay them any heed.

The important thing is,

don't abandon your dad.

Yeah, right.

I'm serious.

Whatever that story is,

he needs you.

You been out to see him?

He won't.

He won't see you.

The MP said he didn't want to.

No skin off my back.

I'll pay him a pastoral

visit tomorrow.

We'll have a talk.

Dare I ask?

Where's your very

special friend?

Slim has a knack for working

late on Saturdays

and sleeping through

church on Sundays.

Can we go now?

I'll see you at work.

Pastor.

You free this afternoon, pastor?

I'd like to introduce you

to my son.

Of course.

Madeline: He's twenty

minutes late,

and there's nowhere

near enough wire here.

I don't think Arthur really

understands electromagnetism.

Look, we could just order one!

A Doctor Lazron nuclear

metal detector,

only 380 proofs of purchase,

which I have, on account of

saving up for the spaceship.

Timmy, remember that supposed

dinosaur egg you brought

to science class last year?

You bought that from a back

of a comic book, right?

That's true.

You claimed it would hatch

a stegosaurus.

I don't see a stegosaurus.

The egg is still in my closet.

Dinosaurs have a very long

gestation period.

Or perhaps comic book

advertisements

aren't the most reliable source

of scientific materials.

Madeline: Where'd you get those?

The hardware store.

That guy there, Mr. Donner,

he had them in the back.

We only have to clean his

windows every Saturday

for three weeks.

Madeline: We didn't

discuss that,

and Saturday's my homework day.

Tim: Every day's

your homework day.

You're a great negotiator.

Arthur: Let's get to work.

Private Cross: I was walking

by the motor shop and,

there was this flash but I

didn't see the missile, sir.

Because there was no missile.

No missile?

Chief Sanders, working

on a Sunday.

That's dedication.

Well, I wanted to interview

Private Cross

while the incident was

fresh in his mind.

But sir, if there

wasn't a missile--

My understanding was this

is now a military matter.

Major Kirkpatrick's

supervising the investigation.

I understand that,

but I'm also obligated to file

an incident report.

Of course, of course.

Well, as you can see,

Private Cross is exhausted

and is still recovering

from his surgery.

I don't understand.

What caused the explosion?

That's what I'm trying

to find out.

This is not the time for this.

Any details you can remember

would be helpful.

If I could just have

ten minutes...

Why don't you wait

until he's recovered?

Ready?

Timmy, you made sure you

wrapped the inner coil tight?

Go ahead.

[electrical crackle]

It works, guys!

It works!

Let's hope so.

[machine noises]

Wow.

Arthur: So here's the plan.

We move slowly and carefully.

The farm is 2.3 miles

from the movie theater,

which is 1.8 miles from

Mrs. Peterman's birdbath,

so that means there should be

another piece of metal

along this trajectory here,

within another two miles,

give or take.

Hopefully.

Arthur: That's between the

forest, south of town,

over by the east side,

and up to the mountains.

This could take days.

Which is why we'd

better get started.

Ready?

Madeline: My parents say

Wallace's dad is an alcoholic.

Tim: What's that?

Madeline: Someone who drinks.

Tim: I drink.

Everyone drinks.

I'm actually kind

of getting thirsty.

Can we stop for a soda?

Arthur: An alcoholic is someone

who drinks alcohol.

Madeline: My parents say

that's why he might've

set the explosion.

I am never drinking alcohol.

Arthur: We found something!

Tim: Oh, you think the alien

metal fell in there?

Arthur: I mean,

what are the chances?

We can always come back.

You boys are so squeamish.

We are not.

Whatever that is.

Madeline: The scientific method,

remember?

To test our hypothesis, we

need to collect all the data,

even if the data is

covered in trash.

♪

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Rick: Smooth and easy,

here we go.

I'm going to have to take

this door off.

It's not a problem, I'm

pretty handy with a toolbox.

Any chance you have a toolbox?

Actually Rick, why don't you

just leave it,

and when Arthur gets home

I'll have him help me

push it through.

That's a great plan,

quite a head on you.

You like pancakes?

Excuse me?

Pancakes.

You like them?

Well, who doesn't like

pancakes?

See, I knew you were a

pancake kind of girl,

well what with a figure

like yours,

and you're in luck, because we

have a police department

pancake dinner next week.

How fun!

What night?

Uh, Thursday.

Oh darn it, just my luck.

I'm scheduled for a shift.

Oh!

Hey, am I early?

Hello, no, actually

you are just on time.

Arthur's late.

Can I get you some lemonade?

Pastor: Yes.

First, let me help you

with this chair.

Rick: Oh, it's...

Wow.

Pastor: There we go.

Rick: It's stuck in there.

Hey, let me just help out.

Contribution.

♪

♪

Tim: How far did we go today?

Arthur: About a quarter mile.

We'll find something.

Let's do the church thing.

The church thing?

What's that?

Pastor Todd made us all

look at each other.

"When the world

throws up adversity,

hold this feeling close to you."

I liked that part.

I don't think this is what

he meant by adversity.

I'm supposed to go meet him

for lemonade with my mom.

Why doesn't your family

go to church?

We're secular humanists.

Tim: What's a secular humanist?

It means we believe in science.

Well, I believe in God

and science.

That's not possible.

If you believe in science,

you believe in evidence,

and where is the evidence

for God?

The trees.

Nature.

Us.

Everything.

Right, Arthur?

That's what they say.

Madeline: Don't get me wrong,

religion can be very

socially useful.

Some people really

need that crutch.

It's just not for me.

Huh.

Are we going to

search the cemetery?

We have to.

It's right along the trajectory.

Do secular humanists

believe in ghosts?

Of course not.

That's a superstition.

Well, I do.

I don't really want to be

in a graveyard

when it's getting dark.

Arthur: Let's meet there

tomorrow after school.

It'll be okay.

Beth: We were only at Edwards

because Roy was stationed there,

so after he died, he

was Arthur's whole world,

and I thought...

A fresh start.

And you, how are you

handling things?

Oh, everyone here's

been so welcoming,

and work's great,

and I'm just really great.

Losing someone is never easy.

I'm just worried about Arthur.

He never used to get

in fights in California.

Well, look.

There are problems, and then

there are problems.

A scuffle or two.

He still talks to him.

His dad,

when he's alone.

What about?

Life, the universe,

whatever's on his mind.

Meanwhile I can't get

five words out of him.

Fathers and sons.

Anyway, anything

that you can do--

Arthur: Sorry I'm late.

Did you have fun

with your friends?

I'll get you

some lemonade.

Heard you got into a scrape.

Wallace started it.

Hey, I'm not on your case

about it.

I was a kid, got into

plenty of fights.

I lost my dad too.

I was a little older than you,

but it was rough, real rough.

You know what helped me

get through it?

My pastor.

So if you ever want to talk--

Look, Pastor Todd.

The whole religion thing,

it's just not for me.

Not for you?

Don't get me wrong,

some people need it,

need something to lean on.

But me?

I'll take the world straight.

No offense.

I heard you still talk

to your dad.

Mom told you that?

I did the same thing.

It's natural.

You're just trying to

reach out, connect,

not just with your father,

but with something greater,

asking "What's going on here,

what does this all mean?"

I guess.

In church we do the same thing.

We call it prayer.

But that's not for you, right?

I'm going to go help my mom

with lemonade.

[machine beeping]

Nope.

Put it back!

Why?

Well, what if it's

a dead person's?

Who dropped a nickel?

So, if you're a

secular humanist,

why have graveyards?

Why not just put the

dead people anywhere?

Well, sanitation.

Sanitation?

Before bodies decompose

completely,

they attract vermin

and maggots.

Once, our dog dug up a dead

possum in our yard.

It was really gross,

and quite fascinating.

Tim: So that's it.

The only reason for graveyards

is to control the maggots?

Madeline: Well, of course

some people find emotional

comfort in--

Look, that's my grandfather.

What?

Tim: He's buried right there.

He died two years ago.

He had this really

neat top hat,

from olden times,

like Abe Lincoln.

He used to let me wear it.

I think we've covered

the graveyard.

Let's move on.

Wait.

I'm glad he's here,

where I can visit,

and not just because

of the maggots.

♪

Boy: Do you have a two?

Woman: Is everybody having fun?

Wallace, do you have any

questions about the rules?

I know how to

play Go Fish.

Yeah, because his father

drinks like one.

[laughter]

Elliot, play nice.

Oh, sorry.

A jack?

Do you have a jack?

Hello, did you hear me?

You have a jack?

Go fish.

♪

Right outside if you

need anything, pastor.

Listen, pastor,

if you're here out of some

sort of spiritual concern,

let me stop you right now.

I've never been to your church.

I mean nothing personal by that,

it's just that after my wife

skipped out

I just haven't been

feeling very pious.

How you doing, Hersh?

Well, they give me three squares

and a pillow.

I wouldn't turn down

some communion wine,

but I guess that's a different

kind of priest.

Hershel, I'm here in my

capacity as a pastor.

Anything that you

want to discuss with me

about spiritual

matters is between us.

I'm here for you,

not the army.

It's my lucky day.

You're in a very

serious situation.

If you're found guilty

it's very possible that

you will be executed.

Do you understand that?

Yeah.

I've read my Old Testament.

Eye for an eye,

seems reasonable.

Have you reflected on

what that means?

Well, I expect it means

that I'll be dead.

Beyond that.

Well, to tell you

the truth, pastor,

I have been doing some

pondering,

as per my last meal.

Do they really have that,

or is that just in movies?

An old service buddy of mine

was stationed down in Okinawa

after the big one,

said the locals down there,

they eat--get this--raw fish.

You heard me, raw.

On little piles of rice.

Crazy, huh?

I might try some of that.

Your son came to church

yesterday.

Wallace?

Is that right?

How's he faring?

One of the nurses

took him in.

Good, good for him.

Reckon that boy deserves

some coddling.

Whatever happens to you,

however you decide to comport

yourself during this,

it's going to shape him forever.

If you can't take your life

seriously for your own sake,

do it for your son.

Shape him forever, huh?

Pastor, let me tell

you something.

You know I never laid my

sorry state off on my dad,

so where do you come from

weighing Wallace on my scales?

He needs you.

Needs me.

[laughing]

We are all alone on

this rock, pastor.

All of us.

My whole life I've been tested.

God sent me to Korea.

God sent away my wife,

and now finally, I'm done.

He wins.

As for Wallace,

he's nearly grown.

Fend for himself

just like I did.

He's your son.

Everybody's somebody son.

Let him see you.

It won't do him no good.

You're a coward.

A coward?

Is that right?

You heard me.

Behind all that bluster,

too scared to see

your own boy.

Major!

Take me back to my cell.

Arthur: The trajectory goes

right through here.

Madeline: It's the irrigation

canal from the lake.

It's always locked.

Arthur: Your dad probably has

the key, right?

Tim: I don't know.

He wouldn't let us in anyway.

You know what a white lie is?

Todd: Hey, see you

on Sunday.

Wallace, why aren't you

at the church?

Because I left.

It was stupid.

Did you go see my dad?

The MP office had

to reschedule.

Military red tape.

Where you going?

Home, I guess.

Wallace.

Get in.

I'll give you a ride.

Funny place for a ball game.

Arthur: Thanks for coming.

The ball went right

over the fence.

I don't see it.

I'd ask my dad to let us in,

but I know he's really busy.

You know, I have a baseball

just sitting around,

it hardly seems

worth the trouble.

But this ball's special.

It belonged to my grandpa, so

it's really, really important,

on account of him being dead.

All right.

I'll have a look around,

you kids, you wait right here.

Tim: But you must have

things to do.

It should only be an hour.

You can come by

and lock up.

Rick: Fair enough.

Hey Arthur, what kind of

flowers does your mom like?

Huh?

Never mind.

One hour.

Tim: We'll find something,

right?

Otherwise my dad's going

to be pretty ticked.

We'll find something.

Nice job.

You're surprisingly

good at lying.

White lying.

Regina: I'm sorry, I just can't

let you in there,

it's not my decision.

It'll just be a minute.

You know how this place runs,

Chief, what Whittison says goes.

Right.

You!

Afternoon to you,

copper.

What are you

doing here?

Bonnie: Just had a very

revealing interview

with Private Cross,

three hankies for sure, and a

couple of interesting tidbits

about the explosion.

Gotta run, I have

a story to file.

You let her in,

but not me.

Ask Whittison,

he cleared her.

What exactly are your

priorities, Dr. Whittison?

Excuse me?

You won't let Cross sit

for a police interview

on a pending investigation

but you let that

journalist see him.

Maybe I should wear lipstick and

perfume to get your attention.

Ms. Foster's interview

was cleared

by the press officer on-base.

Our budget is up for review

next month.

The thinking was, a human

interest story

about a valiant, wounded soldier

would help hit the Pentagon.

If Cross is well enough

to talk to her,

he's well enough to talk to me.

Anytime you want

to weigh in--

John, time to let this go.

We have our man, there's no

investigating left to do.

We both know there

are questions.

I brought you in

as a courtesy.

It's my job.

It's our job, and until

we can prove--

We have a confession,

it will hold, we're done.

If you keep pressing,

I'll start having trouble

keeping Templeton off your back.

John: I'm so sorry to have

bothered you gentlemen.

Persistent man.

Do we need to tighten

the screws?

It's under control.

Well just to be sure, let me

make a suggestion.

Mind if I use your phone?

Of course not.

Gladys, I'm headed over to the

Winslow to find that reporter.

Is Dale back from

his fishing trip?

Well, tell Rick to cover

for me, then.

What?

Well, why is he--

I'll be right over.

Something wrong?

Timmy: Could be under one

of these rocks.

We need to move them, help!

Guys.

I need help with this one.

Guys!

Arthur: Come on, Madeline.

If the three of us--

Guys!

[laughing]

It's just like

the other pieces.

Just like them.

It's real, it's really real.

Listen, Wallace, if you

ever want to talk...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

The man of the house.

Macaroni and cheese

is on the stove.

How'd it go?

Not good.

Hershel wouldn't

even see him.

At all?

I told Wallace

the MP cancelled.

He doesn't

need to know.

Regina, we need to figure out

what to do about this kid,

because the next time

he sees his dad

it'll probably be

on Death Row,

and it'll probably be the

last time that he sees him.

♪

Just in time.

Rick'll be back soon.

Timmy: Do you think

we'll get on TV for this?

When we find the U.F.O.

Maybe we'll meet

President Kennedy.

There's Rick!

Remember, keep our

story straight.

We didn't find the ball.

Got it?

Dad?

So.

What's this about a baseball?

Did you tell Rick

to let you in here?

We had to.

Had to?

Timmy: Dad, look.

it's just like the other pieces.

Just like them, Dad.

I bet they all

fit together.

And I think it's a U. F. O,

or some kind of--

John: Tim.

You never lie.

But, I---

Especially to a police officer.

You know that.

But Dad, look, look

at what I found.

And you two--I'm surprised

at both of you.

We just wanted--

Tim.

Dad, Arthur saw a comet,

or a, well, we don't

know what it is,

but all this metal,

that's where it's from.

What?

Mrs. Peterman's birdbath,

the movie theater,

the one that hit the sheep,

and now this one.

We figured it out.

It's all on the trajectory

of the comet.

It's true.

Well, we think it's true.

Whoever took the other pieces,

they know about it, too.

We'll talk about this at home.

Dad, we helped you.

Tim, enough.

I'm keeping this,

and the map.

I want you to stop

poking around town.

I'll be talking to your parents,

keeping an eye on you.

All of you.

Get in the car,

I'll take you home.

[sighing]

Nurse Scrode, I have some

paperwork for Frank Quincy.

I'll take it to him

on my rounds.

Actually, I need his signature

ASAP on a consent form,

and I have a late shift

today,

so if you could just

punch me in--

I'll take care of it.

Private Cross: Really, doc,

I'm a soldier,

just give me some painkillers

and I can go home tonight.

Why am I being moved?

Dr. Whittison: That's just your

nervous system overcompensating,

you need rest.

The special care ward?

Dr. Whittison: It's very quiet

in here, nicer rooms,

each with its own television.

Private Cross: That sounds

swell, but still...

Chief Sanders.

You here to buy me a drink,

run me out of town, or both?

Actually, neither.

Look, Miss Foster,

you're a reporter.

Getting into people's business,

mucking around,

well, I figure that's

kind of your job.

Is that an apology for

being short with me?

Maybe a little bit.

Will you tell me what Cross

told you about the explosion?

Why, Chief, if I told you,

then you wouldn't buy a

paper, would you?

If Cross said anything to you,

anything at all,

that might help me investigate

what happened,

I really need to know.

Then bring a dime to the

corner newsstand next week

and you'll find out.

Miss Foster, come on.

Have a good night, Chief.

Speak of the devil.

I see what you mean.

He just can't seem

to let this go.

Honestly, I'm a little

concerned for him.

Which is why you're doing the

right thing by coming to me.

You won't use my name, right?

Can't have the military looking

like we're meddling around

civilian police business.

Of course not.

So, Major Kirkpatrick,

what can you tell me

about Chief Sanders?

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

Kaboom.

It's clear neither one of you

are listening.

Because we're forbidden from

investigating

because someone ratted us

out to his dad.

He thought he had good reason

that his little investigation

wasn't so little.

Frank Quincy.

Is this some kind

of a joke to you?

Need I remind you, Frank Quincy

is a mental patient.

[birds cawing]

[crash]