guys like making my job miserable, huh? Shouldn't you go to the ambulance now? Just give me a minute. It's not over, is it? I want an explanation. Explanation won't help you. I've worked homicide for thirteen years... and I've seen a lot of strange shit. But I have never seen anything like this. You know what's going on, and I don't. You're going to tell me. Explanation's not going to help you. I'll decide that. Then I'm sorry. Hey! Don't you walk away from me. What I'm after is still out there... and I don't know where to start. Tommy, what happened to you? Arrest him. Arrest him? Book him. Lloyd... I've got to take you downtown. Boss' orders. Come on. Woodfield, what are you doing up so late? Having a ball. I heard you took one. You OK? Yeah, I'm fine, thanks. I woke you, huh? No, I'm fine. I'm fine. If I wasn't fine... somebody else would call you, wouldn't they? I got into a bit of a scrape, but no big deal. I'm just calling so you won't worry. I'll be home soon. I'll, uh... I'll be home as soon as I can. I love you, too. Bye. I hope you know what you're doing, busting a Fed. Let me worry about that. How's the arm? Hey, it's a scratch. What the hell's this, your press secretary? This is the stuff I got from Lloyd... firearms, personal I. D... and who in the hell knows what this is? Must be some kind of special FBI toy. Drop it off at the lab. We'll see what they can figure out in the morning. Gotcha. No problem. Thanks, partner. Take care of that arm. I got that information you wanted. Seattle FBI says Agent Lloyd Gallagher... was killed in a forest fire about a month ago... with a friend of his named Stone, Robert Stone. They were hunting in Olympic National Forest... the weekend they had that big forest fire. Bureau figured Stone was dead. Never found his body. Just figured it burned up in the fire. Is that all? I had them wire me a picture of Stone. Evidently, Mr. Stone... has taken over the identity of his dead friend. If you don't need me, I'm going home. Brem? Good work. Excuse me, Sarge. Where do you want him? Take the cuffs off him. You want me to stay? Crazy thing. I was starting to like you. Sit down. I checked with the FBI in Seattle. Lloyd Gallagher is dead. Your real name is Robert Stone. That's about all we know about you... except for the fact... that you're driving a stolen Porsche... which is probably the only true thing... that you've told us so far. So why don't we just have a little talk? Who are you, and what are you doing here? Please don't ask me that. Don't give me that! I've had it with you. You think this is some kind of a game? You think you can waltz into this town... turn my department upside-down... endanger my men's lives? I'm tired of you jerking me around. I want answers! Why does it take fifteen shots... to take down some zoned-out stripper? Why do three law-abiding citizens... go crazy and start killing people? I want answers, and I want them now! Miller, the stripper, DeVries were the same... and it's not human. Excuse me? I've been after it for a long time. Now it's here, on Earth, in your city. Oh, boy. Are we talking spacemen here? The way it works is it finds a body... gets inside, uses it to move around. It stays in that body until the body is so damaged... it has to find another body. That's the only time I can kill it... when it's between bodies. I missed my chance when it came out of the stripper. It found another body and changed before I got there. So now we don't know who the spaceman is. But I don't have to look for it anymore. It knows I'm here. It'll come after me. Beck, I need my weapon. That's the only thing that can kill it. So the spaceman is the one... that killed your partner, your wife... the one that you've been tracking for the past... Nine years. Nine years. Your time. Our time. I ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Потерянный уикэнд на английском - текст Eorin shinbu на английском - текст Комиссар на английском - текст Мотылёк на английском - текст Котёнок по имени Гав на английском |