Mr. Nathan [During the drive into town, Morgan and Bo are at the bookstore]
It's just a bunch of crock! They're trying to sell sodas! It's plain and simple. Been watching these reports since morning; I have seen twelve soda commercials so far. Twelve!
Do you have any books on extraterrestrials?
Mr. Nathan Oh, don't tell me you believe this horse manure.
[Graham approach's Reddy's pantry, where something is moving around behind the locked door]
Hello. The police are here. I am with them. I am a police officer. I just want to talk with you. We know all about the hoax. We already took some of your friends downtown in a paddy wagon.
[He grimaces, silently repeating the archaic word]
Just tell us your name and why you did it, and we'll give you the same deal we gave the others. Don't throw your life away, son.
[Graham finds police officer Caroline Paski in his hallway]
Oh. That was quick, Caroline. I only called you folks two hours ago.
Old Mrs. Kendleman. Twisted her ankle, as she puts it. Diving for her life when a bunch of school kids rode down the sidewalk on skateboards. She went down to Thornton's store this morning, and started spittin' on the new skateboards. Spitting! By the time I got there, Mrs. Kendlemen had sprayed the whole damn place. And she must have had a cold, as I'm telling you, I won't eat for a week. [sighs] So, what happened to your crops?
[Graham flashes back to the night of Colleen's death]
Ray's truck swerved off the road, hit Colleen and then a tree, and she was pinned between the two.
What does that mean, pinned?
The truck... the truck has severed most of her lower half.
She won't be saved. Her body is pinned in such a way... that it's alive when it shouldn't be alive. The truck is holding her together. Now she doesn't feel much, and she's talking almost like normal. And we didn't pull the truck out, because we wanted you to come down here and be with her as long as she's awake. And that won't be very long. Father, do you understand what I've told you?
Caroline. Is this the last time I'm going to speak with my wife?
[Graham is putting Bo back to bed]
What are you thinking about?
Why do you talk to Mom when you're by yourself?
Does she ever answer back?
She never answers me either.
[Graham spots a tall, humanoid creature on the roof, then wakes his brother, Merrill]
Lionel Prichard and the Wolfington brothers are back.
It's time for an ass-whooping.
This is not an intelligent way to approach this. Lee is a friend of mine. This is his son.
Yeah, we'll be doing Lee a favor. Alright, listen. We both go outside, move around the house in opposite directions. We act crazy, insane with anger, make them crap their pants, force them around until we meet up on the other side.
You know, cursing and stuff.
You don't mean it. It's just for show.
It won't be convincing. It doesn't sound natural when I curse.
Are you gonna do this or not?
Alright, you want them stealing something from the house next time?
[A light comes on in the yard]
On the count of three. One, two... three!
[They run burst through the door. Merrill runs to the right. Graham moves right, then remembers the plan and runs off to the left]
Ahhh! I'm insane with anger!
We're gonna beat your ass, bitch!
[Another light comes on as two trash cans rolls around the corner of the house]
We're gonna tear your head off!
I'm losing my mind! It's time for an ass-whooping!
[Merrill and Graham finally meet back in at the front of the house, vainly searching for the intruder]
I cursed.
[They hear noises on the roof]
How did he get up there...
[Merrill walks around the yard, looking at the roof from different angles]
Are you sure this is Lionel Prichard?
Colleen [In a flashback, Graham recalls Colleen's curious last words]
Tell Morgan... to play games. It's okay to be silly.
Colleen Tell Bo... to listen to her brother, who'll always take care of her.
Colleen And tell Graham...
Colleen Tell him to see. Tell him to see. And tell Merrill to swing away.
[In the car, Morgan is listening to Bo's old baby monitor, hoping to catch alien signals]
Morgan, this crop stuff, it's about a bunch of nerds who never had a girlfriend in their lives. They're like thirty and they work up these little codes together, and they analyze Greek mythology, and make up secret societies where other guys who never had girlfriends before can join in. They do stupid crap like this to feel special. It's a scam. Nerds were doing it 25 years ago, new nerds are doing it again.
It's just static, Morgan.
[Disturbing noises come from the baby monitor]
It's a code.
Why can't they get girlfriends?
It's broken, Morgan. It's just gonna keep doing this. Maybe some new batteries...
You might lose the signal!
This is exactly what the nerds want...
[Merrill goes outside to find Graham holding Morgan, who doesn't appear to be breathing]
That's why he had asthma. It can't be luck. His lungs were closed. His lungs were closed. No poison got in. No poison got in. His lungs were closed. His lungs were closed.
[Merrill checks for a pulse]
Don't touch him! Give him a minute.
[Merrill starts sobbing]
Graham.
[They all turn to Morgan, Graham gasps in relief]
Did someone save me?
Yeah. Yeah, baby, I think someone did.
SFC Cunningham [Merrill stops by an Army recruitment center]
You didn't used to play baseball, did you? Shit, I know you, you're Merrill Hess! I was there the day you hit that 500 footer over the left field wall! Set the record! Man, that thing had a motor on it! It's still the record, right?
Got the bat at home, on the wall.
SFC Cunningham You got two minor league home-run records, don't ya?
SFC Cunningham Why aren't you in the pros making stacks of cash and getting your toes licked by beautiful women?
Lionel Prichard 'Cause he has another record most people don't know about. He has the minor league strikeout record.
[Merrill turns to see Prichard in the corner of the office]
Hello, Lionel.
Lionel Prichard Merrill's a class-A screw-up. He just swing that bat as hard as he could every time. Didn't matter what the coaches said, didn't matter who was on base. He'd just whip that bat through the air as hard as he could. Looked like a lumberjack chopping down a tree. Merrill here has more strikeouts than any two players.
SFC Cunningham You really got the strikeout record?
[Morgan gives a detailed description of the book's predictions of the aliens' plans]
How can anyone possibly know that information? It's ridiculous. [pauses] What else did it say?
They said there are one of two outcomes of an invasion. One, they fight and are defeated, and have to return again with full forces in hundreds, maybe even thousands of years time.