Original subtitles

Agent Ford will be driving

this out of town shortly.

Come on, we gotta go!

Hey Scott, hey.

I need you to do

something for me,

and you can't tell anyone

about it.

When I got here, there was

another patient on the ward,

an infantry sergeant

named Dennis Trask.

I want you to find him.

This is America where everyone's

entitled to a fair trial,

even if they are guilty,

not that your father's guilty,

not yet anyway.

What is this?

Timmy: Our science fair project.

Madeline: The alien spacecraft

follows the trajectory denoted

by the string,

and sheds some of it's mass in

the form of debris.

It flew over the base,

right over the machine shop.

[explosion]

Ronnie, remember

when I first vouched for you

for this posting?

It was on account of you had

a special skill?

Welding?

[explosion]

What's going on,

Dad?

You kids need to

get to bed.

What are you talking about?

What machine shop?

The machine shop

that blew up?

Is the explosion

connected to the-

I mean it,

that's enough.

This isn't

kid's stuff.

But, isn't it kids

who helped you

figure it all out?

While indelicately stated,

Arthur speaks the truth.

[sighs]

Alright.

What's at stake here

is a man's life.

A man who confessed

to a crime he didn't commit.

That's right.

Why would

that man do this?

Let's just say guilt

isn't something that only

gets handed out by a judge.

[extraterrestrial sounds]

And the, uh, UFO-type thing

went over the machine shop.

So, maybe a piece of metal

broke that window.

But how would that

cause an explosion

the next day?

The metal

punctured a gas line,

that's the logical

conclusion.

A small puncture,

a slow leak,

so it wasn't

until hours later

that a spark

set it off.

If that's true,

then that means Wallace's

dad would get out of jail--

I mean, a man

who's somebody's dad

would get out of jail.

We'll see.

Now, the three of you

listen to me.

This is

a dangerous world;

that's why

we keep secrets.

This, all of it,

has to stay secret.

Does that mean we can't do

our science fair project?

[sighs]

It means

that tomorrow night

is the last time you

or anybody's going to

talk about this UFO.

Now, hurry up

and pack it in.

It's bedtime.

[door creaks]

Good work.

[door closes]

I think he just

complimented us.

♪

♪ How long

'til the sun sets?♪

♪ How long

can we hold today? ♪

♪ I don't ever

want to say ♪

♪ goodnight,

my love. ♪

♪

♪

[lever clangs]

Man: Past lights out.

Hey, Jenkins!

Number one

with a bullet, pal.

Be out front,

counselor.

May I?

Hershel: Him meaning

what by that?

Number one

with a bullet?

The trial date's been moved up

to day after tomorrow.

That suits me fine.

No sense

delaying the inevitable.

That's not exactly

what I would say,

but the judge

feels that your generously

offered confession makes this

what Perry Mason would call

an open and shut case,

aka the seventh dog

in a row I've been assigned,

which means that

in a few days,

my scoreboard's

going to stand

with a big fat seven

in the L column

and zero

in the W column.

Now, I might be able to

salvage my reputation

if I can get you out of

a death penalty sentence.

So, this is about

your reputation now?

Of course,

but the key is your son.

We need him to take the stand

and paint a picture of you

as unhinged,

mentally unstable,

prone to rage.

Right there.

Right there, what you're

doing with your face,

that's perfect.

You should do that as often

as you can in the court room.

The point is

we need him to explain that

since you came back from Korea

you've been a neglectful,

angry, irrational,

violent drunk of a father.

Now, I've already broached

this with your son,

but that

foster mom of his, woo,

somebody get that gal

a bird with a broken wing

to take care of, you know?

[laughs]

Anyway, I figured if I could

get you together with your boy

you could get him

to tell the judge

that you're

a rotten father.

You're wasting your time.

No, I'm trying

to save your life.

Which I don't recall

asking you to do.

Alright.

So, you're one of those

who thinks you deserve

what you're getting.

Maybe you do,

but I don't.

I graduated summa cum laude,

second in my class,

and I will figure out some

way to save your miserable life

whether you like it

or not.

We're done!

[groans softly]

[car passing]

Regina: My big brother Stan

usually hosts Thanksgiving.

He's in St. Louis.

He's got six kids,

I think you'll love them--

Well, five of them.

Rudy's a bit of

a challenge.

Jeepers, it is way past

your bedtime.

But we have to paint.

I seem to remember that you

have the day off tomorrow

to get ready

for the science fair.

Should give you

plenty of time.

[knocking]

If that's Slim,

can I stay up and paint?

If that's Slim, he's in Dutch

for calling so late.

[door opens]

Chief Sanders.

♪

I apologize

for the hour.

Everything alright?

Can I get five minutes

of your time?

Of course,

please come in.

We're up late getting ready

for the science fair.

My house, too.

Hi, Wallace.

Uh, buddy, go on,

wash up, get into PJs,

I'll be up

in a few minutes.

Okay.

I need to get in

to see Hershel Jenkins.

I know Slim will say no to me

and I'm hoping you could help.

Um, I don't know

that I can,

but why do you

need to see him?

Because he's innocent.

Wallace: Innocent how?

[footsteps approaching]

Knock, knock.

You have a visitor.

A female visitor.

Madeline?

Allie Jesperson.

She's very cute, Tim.

She is?

Come on up, Allie.

Try to make

a good impression;

I think she likes you.

She does?

Hi, Timmy.

Well, I'll just be

out here

puttering around

with the linens, you two.

What did you want?

It's kind of private.

Ah, Allie.

I have a secret admirer

and I want to know who it is.

It's not me.

I'm not

your secret admirer,

I swear.

I know it's not you.

Then why are you

telling me?

Because the word is

you and your pals

solve mysteries.

Really?

That's the word?

Where is that

the word?

Everybody's talking about it.

Holy smokes.

Wait, which mystery

are they talking about?

You got Wendy and Louis

their jobs back

at the hardware store.

Ah, the Mah Jong mystery.

Huh?

Let me call

my partners

and you can tell

us all about it.

Going well?

Aces.

♪

♪

♪

[knocking]

Hi.

Hi.

I made it.

I was starting to give up

all hope.

Oh, are you

allowed to do that?

Officially?

No.

Let's just keep that

between us.

Please, come in.

Sit.

Can I get you

some lemonade

You know,

I don't actually

like lemonade.

I think that's why

I give it out to visitors.

Canny.

So, I--

You--

[laughs]

Please go ahead.

You asked me to stop by.

Yes, well, when I saw you

the other day,

it just felt like something

was troubling you,

and assuming my

pastoral intuition is correct,

I just wanted to know

what it was

and if I could

be of any help.

Well, I like how you just

come right out and say things.

I find it a generally

useful practice.

Uh, there's someone who's

asking me to do something,

and I'm not sure

that it's right.

What he's

asking me to do,

I mean,

I think that it's wrong

and I don't know

if I can trust him,

and I'm--

What?

[sighs]

I'm frightened.

Okay.

Let's give

that lemonade a try.

♪

I help my mom out with the

soup kitchen

at the Community Center

every Sunday,

and a few weeks ago,

these notes started

showing up in the soup pot.

Timmy: Did you

clean the soup off?

I think she means

an empty pot.

And a couple of weeks ago,

the roses started.

Here's the one

from last Sunday.

I kept it in water.

If we find the boy,

do you want us to turn him in

to the chief of police?

What?

Madeline: For bothering you.

She's joking.

No, I'm not.

Huge joker.

Why would I joke

about a boy bothering her?

She wants to know which boy

she should go steady with.

And she'd want

to go steady with a boy

who can't speak openly to her

about his affection?

Will you excuse us

for a moment?

We can't act like this

in front of clients.

Technically they're only

clients if they're paying us.

Maybe she'll pay.

Allie, if we find your fella,

will you pay us?

I can give you $1.27.

And bake you

a chocolate cake.

Deal!

But, only if you

solve the mystery.

Of course.

Tell us: are there

any boys you suspect?

Well, Doug Bomgarner is always

trying to stand next to me

in the lunch line.

And Farley Nash offered

to help me study for math.

They're both

really cute.

Timmy: Alright, let us get to

work, and we'll be in touch.

In the meantime,

don't leave town.

Why would I

leave town?

I don't know,

but don't.

I know you said

you don't like lemonade,

but wait until

you try mine

and then you will be sure

you don't like lemonade.

So, any more details you can

share about your dilemma?

I don't know.

I know I'm not being

very helpful,

it's just all supposed to be

a secret.

I hate secrets.

That's why

you're here.

I'm a professional

secret keeper.

Anything you tell me

I'll only tell my boss.

Oh, that is terrible.

I like how you come right out

and say things.

So, how do you feel

about coming right out

and telling me

what's going on.

Well, okay.

I will.

Regina: Beth?

Beth: Oh, hello.

Hi, um, I am so sorry

to interrupt.

Something's come up--

an emergency.

Oh, gosh, okay.

I'm so sorry.

To be continued?

Fair enough.

No, I meant,

actually,

that I needed

to talk to Todd.

Okay, we can talk

in the chapel.

Beth, do you mind?

Not at all,

I'll just go.

No, please stay,

this will only take a minute.

So, I will do

an analysis of the letters,

the paper, ink,

and handwriting.

I'll cover town

in search of a house that has

more of this little beauty.

Alright, let's meet

back at the HQ in an hour.

We still have work to do

on our project before tonight.

So, "The Case

of the Clandestine Casanova"

has begun.

And I'm just--

I'm regretting that

I didn't follow your counsel,

Pastor.

If I hadn't

gone to see Hershel,

if I hadn't gotten

so furious with him,

I--

What?

I'm just thinking

that I never would have known

how awful he is.

Now what am I going to do

if Hershel's released?

What's going to happen

to Wallace?

I just--

I never should have

taken Wallace in.

I should've kept to myself,

minding my own business.

Regina, listen to me.

[sobs]

Do you remember

this epistle?

"When those

members of the body

"which we think

to be less honorable,

"upon those we

bestow more abundant honor,

"and whether one member suffer

all members suffer with it,

or one member be honored,

all members rejoice with it."

I remember it.

I don't understand it.

Wallace and Hershel

are suffering,

but you can rejoice.

Rejoice for what?

Rejoice in knowing

that you can bestow

honor upon a man

who may seem to be

less honorable.

♪

[sighs]

[detective music plays]

♪

Madeline: Any homes

with pink roses?

We stopped counting at 46.

More than 46 homes in town

have that flower?

Please tell us

you've had better luck.

Well, I don't believe

in luck,

but my results

aren't encouraging.

The envelopes

and paper used

are sold at

the stationary shop in town.

Far too common

to pin to any customer.

I've dusted these

for fingerprints,

but unfortunately our client

has been handling them

quite a bit,

so they're a mess,

and the writer has clearly

made an effort

to disguise

his handwriting.

How do you know that?

Too much variation,

especially in the consonants.

There is a slight odor of

spearmint on the adhesive,

so I was thinking

we could see how many boys

chew spearmint gum.

We can narrow that down

to the ones with mouths.

I think what Arthur meant to

say is you did great work,

but unfortunately,

we're no closer

to solving the case.

Yeah, we're a bust.

I confess, I'm not sure

what course to take.

Holy smokes.

What?

[dramatically] Tonight,

we are doing a stakeout.

Staking what out?

The Community Center.

If Allie gets these

on Sunday,

I'll bet

the Clandestine Casanova

sneaks into the center

after hours on Friday

and leaves the

notes and flowers.

If we're there tonight,

we can catch him in the act.

But he won't do it

during the science fair.

No, we'd have to sneak in

after the center was closed.

That's breaking and entering,

which is technically a crime.

If we leave a window open

tonight during the fair

and slip in through that,

it's not actually breaking,

and how can it be illegal

to enter a center

that's for the community?

Well reasoned.

Our first stake out.

I'm tingling.

[door opening]

Hershel: What is this?

Kirkpatrick: This is

the lady's request.

You behave,

or you won't make it to trial.

You behave,

or you won't make it to trial.

Wallace asked

if he could see you.

Is it okay

if I talk to him alone?

Please?

It'll be okay.

We'll stay right outside.

Actually, could you

get me a pop?

Wallace--

That's fine, we'll head over

to the mess hall.

Davidson, you're on post

right outside.

Good luck, kid.

Good luck, kid.

Hershel: Well, I figure

that idiot lawyer

probably wants me to tell you

what to tell the judge.

You can tell him

anything you want.

It won't make

a lick of difference.

You hear

what I'm telling you?

Major was clear

I'm to wait inside.

It'll be alright, soldier.

What is this?

He can help, Pop.

Just listen to him.

[knocking]

Are you alright?

No.

Can I come in?

Yes.

[door closes]

Hershel: And now you expect me

to buy this cockamamie story?

That Ronnie

sparked a fuel line

punctured

by unidentified flying object.

I didn't say

it was unidentified.

I said it was classified,

and I could get

in serious trouble

for telling you

that much.

I'm only doing this

because it's the truth.

Well, let's say it is;

it don't matter a whit.

Who put Ronnie

in that shop?

Who told him

to start that torch?

No matter how you slice it,

my hands ain't clean.

You can't live on this earth

and keep your

hands clean, Hershel.

There's making mistakes

and there's intending hurt.

This phony confession

of yours--

I got my story,

you got yours.

[banging on door]

Soldier: Open up the door!

Are you

okay in there?

What about the story about

how you were drunk

when you led your boys

into that rice paddy in Korea?

Soldier: Wallace!

Open the door!

You clear out of here.

Soldier: Open up

the door, now!

Tell it to him.

Look at him,

[banging on door]

tell him why it is

you want so badly

to rot here forever,

how those corpses

in Korea

mean more to you

than him.

Soldier: Wallace,

do you hear me?

Tell him

how you want to die

because of

all those dead boys

and then

give him a hug.

You tell him

it's the last hug

he'll ever get

from his dad.

Shut up!

[soldier breaks down door]

Soldier: Wallace!

What are you doing,

John?

Slim, the chief

is trying to help.

Did he

drag you into this?

John: Jenkins didn't do it,

Slim.

You're wrong,

John.

No, he's right.

I didn't kill Ronnie.

I didn't blow up

the shop.

There was no

Bouncing Betty.

Only part of what I said

that's true

is that

I wanted to die.

I didn't

understand that clearly,

but I've been wanting to die

for a while now.

Kirkpatrick:

Trial's moving forward.

He recanted

his confession, Slim.

And that will be part of

the record of the trial,

as well as

your interference.

And you're going

back to your cell

where you belong.

Slim!

Davidson,

escort our guests out.

What now?

Somebody owes me

a favor.

Time to collect,

come on.

♪

Timmy: What do you think?

Arthur: It's a good plan.

It should be enough

to catch the, uh--

Clandestine Casanova.

Right,

to catch him tonight.

I concur.

We should

get back to Timmy's

and finish up

the model.

And after that,

how about we have

a conversation with my dad

about making this

more official.

♪

Pastor Todd: But you

took a shine to him.

I suppose he reminded me

of Roy, my husband.

He had the same

quick wit, easy grin.

He didn't seem

mentally disturbed.

Did he hurt you?

No, no,

not at all.

He was just

so sad.

He begged me

to help him.

He said

that he knew my husband,

and that Roy

wasn't a test pilot,

that he flew

spy missions,

which is

just crazy.

He wanted me

to reach out to a friend

who had been

in the program

but who left

a few months earlier.

An infantry sergeant

named Dennis Trask.

It sounds crazy.

You said

that you were frightened;

what of?

Of calling that number

and finding out

that he's telling the truth.

Because then

what do I do?

How about we pray?

John: Slim.

What are you

doing here?

Who's this?

Special Agent Ezekiel Scott,

Federal Bureau of Investigation.

You've got to be

kidding me.

I get that a lot,

but this is no joke,

I assure you.

I understand

from Chief Sanders

that Sergeant Jenkins

has recanted his confession.

How's about

you tell me

what business it is

of yours?

For national security

reasons,

the details of which

will remain classified.

Classified?

The explosion at the base

will be ruled an accident,

Jenkins confession

inadmissible,

and all charges

against him dropped.

Well let's just see

what my colonel

has to say about that.

I've already spoken

with him.

I just came by here

as a courtesy to see you

at the request

of Chief Sanders.

You win,

Johnny boy.

I got to say,

pretty neat trick,

bringing in the FBI.

It's not a trick.

You've got to

teach me sometime

how you did that.

This national security

matter,

is it classified

from him?

Forward all copies

of Jenkins' file

to my office.

Major Kirkpatrick,

I have got a court order

compelling the meeting

between Jenkins and his son.

You're late

to the party, counselor;

charges have

been dropped.

You just

got your first W.

We'll leave

you gentlemen to it.

Well, I owe

a newspaper reporter a call.

Don't worry, I'll tell her

it was a gas leak

and Jenkins

was guilt stricken.

She'll eat it up.

Your MP friend

is none too pleased.

He'll come around.

You know, when

I called your number,

I figured you'd handle this

from back in D.C.?

Yeah, well,

other matters

compelled me

to remain local.

That doesn't

sound good.

Because it's not.

How about I drop by

tonight and explain?

Got my son's science fair

at 7:00.

After that, then.

Regina: Chief Sanders

says they'll release you

as soon as they're

through with the paperwork.

Probably tomorrow.

We should go;

we've got to get ready

for the science fair.

Uh, listen here.

I appreciate

what you've done.

Guess I'll be home

soon, buddy.

Regina: Take care now.

♪

♪

Timmy wants

to talk to you.

About what?

I think he's sweet

on little Allie Jesperson.

We're happy about this?

We're happy

because he's starting

to behave like a more--

Dad, we need to

talk to you.

All three of you?

Can we take a ride?

Uh, where are we going?

We can't tell you.

Well, if I'm driving,

you're probably

going to have to.

We'll tell you

on the way.

Okay.

Beth: Well, I'm not sure I

know what I'm going to do,

but I do feel better.

So, thank you.

Hey don't

thank me;

the big guy

gets all the credit.

I'm not really sure

if I believe in the big guy.

That's okay;

he believes in you.

That's okay;

he believes in you.

This place

was padlocked.

We realize that.

We unlocked it.

You telling me this

to upset me?

Arthur: No sir.

We want to start

with a clean slate

as far as local law

enforcement goes.

Timmy: Dad, we

helped you solve a huge case.

A matter

of national security.

And we solved

an embezzling case

at the

hardware store.

I heard about it.

Okay, so, see,

today, we got approached

by another client.

Client?

To find out

who her

clandestine Casanova is.

What?

Her secret admirer.

We wanted to

invite you to our HQ.

HQ?

To inform you

of our plans

to become

an official detective agency.

So, this has nothing to do

with Allie Jesperson.

Oh yes,

she's our client.

You're not

sweet on her?

What?

No!

Dad, listen,

we're serious

about becoming

real detectives.

Real detectives?

You're

twelve years old;

you don't

start businesses.

If we started

a lawn cutting business,

would you object?

♪

[chuckles under breath]

♪

All the parents

have to agree--

unanimously.

We wouldn't want it

any other way.

The door was open.

Just loading the car

for the science fair.

Can you

spare a minute?

Take that on out, buddy,

and wait in the car.

Go on.

I'll be right there.

Well, Jenkins

is getting released,

so that ought to

work out real well

for you

and the kid.

Slim, the man

is innocent.

Maybe he didn't kill Bartowski

or blow up the shop,

but one thing

that guy ain't is innocent.

So, you would have

preferred

I just let him

rot in jail?

I'd have preferred

when John came to you,

you'd have come to me

instead of sneaking around

behind my back!

Oh, so this isn't about

Hershel or Wallace,

this is about

how I hurt you?

It's about how

I don't know

if I can trust you.

You can't

trust me?

I'm saying this thing you

and I are trying to get going

ain't going to work out

if we're keeping secrets.

So, I'm suposed to

just tell you everything

and let you

make the call

because you know

just what to do, right?

Like telling me to talk to

Hershel the other day?

That went

real well.

I figure

we're about done.

I figure

you're right.

You can

let yourself out.

♪

They're going

to do this

whether we say

yes or not,

and they promised

to keep me

updated

on their

activities.

So, he's not

sweet on Allie?

Allie is

their newest

client.

Junie,

you're always saying

you want him and me

to connect.

No, what I'm

always saying

is that the two of you have

more in common than you think.

Well, once again,

you're right.

I just worry

about the children

getting involved

with something dangerous.

I know.

I'll make sure

that doesn't happen.

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

This is ionization?

I told you we changed it,

remember?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Of course you did,

honey;

I've been

a little distracted.

Excuse us.

We need to

do something.

♪

♪

♪

What kind

of investigations?

Scientific

investigations?

Nope, more like

mysteries.

They want to be

detectives.

Detectives?

What, like

Philip Marlow?

Well, sort of.

I'm sorry, I still

don't quite understand

the nature

of these mysteries.

Do you mean

criminal acts?

Today a classmate

asked them

to find out who

her secret admirer is.

Well that

sounds lovely.

That is not lovely

that Madeline would waste

her time with such folderol.

Ronald, are you

suggesting

that we stifle

our daughter's curiosity?

Certainly not.

Um--

May the folderol

be officially sanctioned.

Beth,

what do you say?

I just wouldn't

want them

involved in anything

that might be dangerous.

Exactly my concern,

but they promised to go to John

with anything

like that.

[chime ringing]

Ladies and gentlemen,

boys and girls,

the hour is at hand.

We begin

the presentations.

♪

[fizzing sound]

[applause]

Newton's second law

states that

the acceleration of a body

is parallel

and directly proportional

to the net force "f"

acting on the body.

Arthur: Newton's third law

says that when a first body

exerts a force "f1"

on a second body,

the second body simultaneously

exerts a force "f2"

equal to -f1

on the first body.

Timmy: Newton's fourth law

is if you want to be

a hit at the science fair,

use a volcano,

or a UFO.

[applause]

We are

going to demonstrate

Newton's second

and third laws

by showing

what would happen

if a UFO accidentally fell out

of orbit over Granite Flats,

and as forces are exerted,

pieces fly off and exert force

on other objects, like--

Arthur: A sheep at a farm--

A birdbath--

Arthur: The front door

at the cinema--

A window on the army base--

Eventually

landing in the reservoir.

Fortunately,

these are amphibious aliens,

so they don't drown.

And that's

our presentation.

[applause]

♪

John: Well, I'm sorry you

three didn't get a trophy.

Never mind that.

What did

our parents say?

Yes!

Excellent!

But I need you

to report to me in my office

on a weekly basis,

and the mothers

want to inspect HQ

for cleanliness.

You're kidding!

Are you kidding?

No.

And we have

a bottom line.

You do not take on anything

that's dangerous, okay?

So, Sanders,

I guess your old man

let you in on

the falling metal thing.

Timmy: Well, for the record,

I don't know

what you're talking about.

But if we did know

something about falling metal,

hypothetically it would be us

who told my dad about it,

which Arthur saw in the sky

the night he moved here,

hypothetically.

Well, hypothetically, thanks.

Hypothetically,

you're welcome.

I mean it.

Thanks.

Sure.

I'm glad your dad's

coming home.

Yeah, well,

I'm sorry yours isn't.

[phone dial turning]

Hello, yes,

I'm a friend

of Frank Quincy's.

He's asked me

to call Dennis Trask.

Is Dennis there?

Hello?

Do you know--

Woman [on phone]:

Dennis is.. gone.

Oh, well,

will he be back?

Woman: Dennis is dead.

He killed himself.

Oh, my goodness,

I had no idea.

I am so sorry.

[dead dial tone]

Oh, Frank.

You fellas do like

the element of surprise.

So, what's

keeping you here?

I'm sure you recall

the measures we took

to conceal

that very important object

that you helped us

to locate.

The truck was hijacked

thirty miles from here.

Both my agents

and a gas station attendant

are in the hospital.

They didn't see

who did it.

The hijackers

get the satellite?

The descent module,

the part

with the cameras inside.

What can I do?

Help me find it.

What about

who took it?

That's a good place

to start.

♪

This is taking forever.

That's what happens

on stakeouts.

What if

he doesn't come?

We'll try again tomorrow,

I guess.

Maybe he comes

on Saturday nights.

What if our parents

find out we snuck out?

We've been gone

for almost an hour.

You're right,

maybe we should--

[footsteps approaching]

[jazzy music begins]

♪

Elliot?

You're

my secret admirer?

Yeah.

What happened

to Doug and Farley?

Doug and Farley?

Forget about them.

♪

Our first stakeout

and our first

high speed chase.

What a thrill.

But it doesn't

make sense.

Allie wasn't even

interested in Elliot

until tonight.

Madeline, when

a first body

exerts a force

on a second body,

the second body

simultaneously exerts a force

on the first body.

What does

Newton's second law

have to do

with Allie and Elliot?

Alright, well,

we better get home.

[car approaching]

♪

♪

♪

Come on.

[engine revving]

♪

He was right here

and he was bent over.

Hey.

What is it?

Hold this.

[papers rustling]

Arthur: What does it say?

It's just

a bunch of numbers.

Be careful,

we need to dust it

for fingerprints.

What do you think

it means?

I don't know.

I think

it's something dangerous.

♪

[footsteps]

♪

[door scrapes open]

♪

♪

[music intensifies]

♪