The Hidden Page #3

please.

Ma'am?

That's a police suspect vehicle.

Yo, baby!

Hey, honey, you know,

what's your hurry?

The night's still young, and...

Your name is Brenda, right?

I seen you before.

Say, uh...

Do you like cars?

'Cause I got a great car,

and it's, uh...

parked right over there

in that lot.

What do you say?

Yeah, baby.

Come on.

What have we got here?

Been a long time

since we've seen one of these.

What the hell's this?

Looks like he's bled to death.

What, from this?

You find a weapon?

No weapon, I.D., nothing.

This is getting stale, Tom.

Check on the coroner.

I'll get you an E.T.A.

Sir...

Here's some aspirin, sir.

Beck thought

you might need them.

What are you doing?

Yo, Beck. Caught beautiful here

trying to leave.

She's the one

that found the body.

Let me have a minute.

Sorry.

It's been a hell of a night.

Are you OK?

Can you tell me what you saw?

I saw Brenda walk out

on my way in.

This guy was on the floor.

I screamed, and the cops came.

You ever seen this guy before?

You sure

you never seen this guy?

I know Brenda.

She'd never have anything

to do with that creep.

- Beck.

- What?

We need to find her.

You trying to tell me

that she's part of this?

Hey, Tom, you ain't going

to believe this.

We have another stiff.

In the parking lot.

I don't believe this.

Thank you for your help.

What's he doing

with his pants down?

What the hell

you think he's doing?

Busy night, huh, Beck?

Getting a little crowded

in my van, you know?

Joey, let me know

when this guy gets posted.

Yeah, right.

- Cliff, get these out.

- Gotcha.

Come here.

In a span of twelve hours,

I've got five bodies...

not counting Miller...

who dies because he

runs out of blood.

A stripper

screws some guy to death...

steals his car, and takes off.

All this in twelve hours.

I ask you, am I crazy...

or does this seem

just a little bizarre?

Yeah, it's a little bizarre.

I knew that.

I just wanted to know

if you knew that.

Let's get out of here.

Step out of the car slowly.

Keep your hands

where I can see them.

It's going to be

one of those nights.

Watch it!

Sh*t.

Holy smoke.

Suspect is armed

and headed eastbound.

I'd say we're going

the right way.

There it is.

You b*tch.

Sh*t!

God damn it!

Why not try for the tires?

I'm trying to.

You think it's easy?

Why don't you try it?

Son of a...

Hold the wheel.

You hold it.

You wanted to...

What are you doing?

Jesus!

You're out of your damn mind!

You're f***ing nuts.

I'm going in.

I'll cover you.

I'd be safer if you didn't.

Fine. I won't cover you.

All right. Cover me.

Want me to cover you or not?

I need you to cover me.

Fine. I'll cover you.

Jesus Christ.

She's bleeding to death.

Why doesn't she go down?

We got to get to her

before she dies.

Why don't we wait

till after she's dead?

You think it's over now.

You're wrong.

I'm not coming out yet.

I'll kill you first.

Roy, come...

God!

Lieutenant.

Yeah, Willis,

what's your status?

Broad just jumped, around back.

Go on ahead.

- Halt!

- FBI!

Get away from the body!

The party's over, pal.

She's dead.

She's dead, Lieutenant.

Hell of a night, huh?

Who was here?

Who touched the body?

She's dead, Mr. Gallagher.

It's over.

Nelson, this is Willis.

Check on the coroner's

arrival for me.

Better bring in the

Robbery /Homicide shooting team.

What's going on up there?

You want us up there?

You want to make

some room there?

Move 'em out of the way.

Gurney coming through.

Joey.

Hey, look,

it's none of my business...

but the lady had

fifteen bullet holes in her.

You 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 sh*t.

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

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