Something Is Out There

Cheeseburger, fries, extra ketchup, vanilla shake.

Is that all you ever eat?

I like fried chicken,

but my mom says it's too fatty.

Yeah, smart lady.

That's a good sign.

It's only ketchup.

I didn't say it wasn't.

Why are you so nervous?

When can I go home?

You said it would be soon.

Move.

I'm sorry.

You wanna get hurt? Is that it?

You and you with me.

Eric?

I'm a police officer.

You wanna give me a heart attack?

The toaster oven is still warm.

What do you want, points for being close?

She came to Earth from another world.

On the trail of a deadly alien that devastated her race.

She was armed with strange powers of the mind.

And body.

He came from the streets.

A tough homicide cop who played by his own rules.

By joining forces, they stopped the deadly alien.

Now, they work together.

Whenever something mysterious

something dangerous...

something exciting...

is out there,

I thought you were trying to get some sleep.

Just a rumor. I gotta go listen to some mastermind

convince me that he kidnapped Eric.

Did you see my watch?

Or my dining room set?

Jack, you haven't let up in days.

You must be near collapse.

No, I'm fine.

I can't make an English muffin, but I'm fine.

That's...interesting, what you're wearing.

These are the clothes you bought for me.

I bought you an electric sander to wear around your waist?

I saw some things around that reminded me of home, Jack.

I'm just trying to be comfortable.

This is how people on your... Your planet dress?

I mean, is it everyday stuff

or would you wear something like this

to a fancy restaurant on Saturn?

No, Saturn's a very casual planet.

I'm sorry if my tastes appear a bit strange to you,

but I feel the same way about some of the things you wear.

Oh, I... I can understand that.

After all, here I am wearing a shirt, pair of pants.

Where the hell is my watch?

Hey, what are you doing to my remote control?

I'm converting the infrared beam into something

capable of reaching my planet's communication satellites.

You ripped out my beam without even asking me?

I thought you wouldn't object, considering the situation.

I do object!

Yes, apparently you do.

Now, you owe me a new remote control.

I'm trying to find some way to get home.

Well, what are you gonna do with my beam?

Pointing it in the sky and flash it like a bat signal?

Well, what's a bat signal?

Look, I'm sorry.

I keep thinking about this kid, you know.

He's probably never spent

four days away from home in his life.

He's... He's scared.

You've done everything you can to find him, Jack.

God, I hope not.

You really have.

I gotta go. I'll see you in a few hours.

Uh...

Listen, you know what I was just thinking?

Yes. Would you stop doing that?

But maybe if... well, if you could do a quick CAT scan

on this mastermind, just to make sure

that he's not Mr. Kidnapper.

It'd really be helpful.

I have to let these connections take hold anyway, so all right.

Good.

Uh...you still owe me a new remote.

Seven-eight-91, four-five-nine now.

If I can modify one of the telescopes on your

Mount Palomar Observatory to project a signal, then I...

You wanna keep it down?

You think they're gonna let you

take a screwdriver to their telescopes

like you did to my remote? Forget about it.

What is this, a hint?

Wait a second.

Is Mr. Boyer officially

on the Eric Young case, lieutenant?

Well, uh, he's made the department

a very gracious offer and we've accepted, yes.

The only thing gracious about it is, I didn't ask for any money.

Yeah, but, lieutenant, isn't Mr. Boyer's involvement

a desperation move, an admission that police manhunt has failed?

No. There's a 7-year-old boy out there somewhere.

I think it's everyone's responsibility to get involved.

This man's gonna help you find Eric?

What a wonderful gesture.

Yeah, I'm touched.

That'll be it then. Thank you very much.

Excuse me, Mr. Boyer, can we ask you

a few more questions? I'll be right back.

Don't take anything apart.

Well, why don't we step into another office?

Vic, who is this Boyer guy

and what's he got to do with my case?

Hey, wait a second.

I thought we discussed keeping Ta'Ra away from the station.

Well, we did. But I figured if...

she could save me a few hours in interrogations, why not?

Because one, she's not police personnel,

and two, she's not from this planet.

T mean, how are you gonna keep explaining her away, Jack?

I'll lie.

Now, you wanna tell me

what's going on with this Boyer guy,

or am I gonna have to go buy a paper?

Yeah, well, Alex Boyer, he's a professional psychic.

Professional psychic? Meaning what?

He's got a degree in Ouija boards?

Remember the Karyn Belmont kidnapping

about five years ago?

Yeah, up in Frisco, yeah.

Boyer worked with S.F.P.D.

He found the eyeglasses that broke the case.

Right. Then he wrote a book on it or something.

He turned up on Hollywood Squares.

You know, we got a missing boy,

and a psychic with a track record who says he can find him.

Instead of giving me all this garbage, Jack,

why don't you just hope he can do what he says?

I do. I do hope.

What about those matching Samonsites parked on my desk?

Oh, he's yours.

Until further notice.

So I'd drive to school every morning and then again at 3:00,

then I'd just sit there watching...

Please, go on.

That's okay.

Alex Boyer?

That's right. Jack Breslin.

You probably know that already from looking into my eyes.

It's nice to meet you, Mr. Boyer. I'm Ta'Ra.

He knows that. He's looking right at you.

Alex, please.

You a detective also?

Just a detective's cousin, and an interested observer.

Hey, almost slipped up on that one.

Oh, you probably turned away for a second.

I'm not here to convert you.

Why don't we not waste a lot of time

trying to prove each other wrong?

That's the farthest thing from my mind.

It's good we understand each other. Sure.

Go on with your story, Mr. Moore.

Okay, Charley, so you said you were driving by the school

but why did you pick Eric?

How did you know his father made all that money?

I did my homework. I'm a professional.

It's all right. He's trying to hypnotize you.

See, at school is where they're most vulnerable.

It's a question of numbers, see?

There's too many kids to watch.

Charley, why don't you tell me something

you didn't read in the newspaper,

like where is he?

He's gone now.

A little bit here, a little bit there...

You'll never find him.

Thank you very much for your time, Mr. Moore.

What? That's it?

You walk around in a circle, you're done?

Would you feel better if I fell into a trance?

This guy had no more to do with kidnapping Eric than you did.

If you don't wanna hear my story, you don't gotta listen.

I know your story, Mr. Moore.

It's failure, a lifetime of it.

Right up until your latest fiasco as a doorman, wasn't it?

Hey, who is this guy, huh?

You know, Charley, taking credit for this crime,

it's not gonna raise your self-esteem.

Next time why don't you just try

not to fall asleep on the job.

I'll wait outside.

I was resting, five minutes tops.

He's a sad character, Charley Moore.

Yes, he is.

What's he sad for? You wanna let him walk.

No, no. Just here to lend a hand.

If you think Charley's your man, you book him.

That's interesting.