Dark Skies

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Here we are, top of the eighth,

and Fourth of July

is just around the corner...

- How's the specimen?

- His tail came off.

Well...

maybe you should let him go.

I'm gonna nurse him back to health.

I don't know lizards...

is that compassion or torture?

Uh, I'm gonna go with the latter.

You gonna want cheese?

Yes! Did you text Jesse?

Yeah, he's with Rat Face.

He said he'd be home

eight minutes ago.

I'll call him.

And it's Ratner, not Rat Face.

Don't be cruel.

Not being cruel.

It's descriptive.

There's something wrong with that kid.

Hey, we got people coming over in five.

Get your butt home.

An epic game of Modern Warfare.

Yeah, that's

what save buttons are for, pal.

OK, I'm coming.

Tell Dad to chill.

OK. Bye.

Dog, this sh*t is weak, man.

I've totally done this stuff,

like, so many times.

You've been a bad girl.

Well, I guess

you better punish me, then

Ooh, that feels so good.

- Boy, this beer works.

- Works every time.

The Fed can prime

the pump in DC all it wants,

but all it's gonna do is raise the price

for a cup of coffee in California.

- Mm-hmm.

- Alicia told me he's back in rehab.

I think you have to point

the finger at the parents.

Do you know they have

an open relationship?

Wait. What?

How long have you known this?

- What kind of relationship?

- Eat your food.

Tell me everything you know,

right now.

You're gonna kill that thing.

No, I'm not.

I'm rehabiting him.

It's "rehabilitate," brainiac.

- A three-year-old?

- Let's go four.

OK, four-year-old.

A compromise. Four.

I got two scary words

China. India.

I'm terrified.

I'll give you a dollar

if you eat that potato salad.

- A dollar?

- I just don't know what you see in him.

- You're so much smarter than he is.

- Ratner's smart.

He's so not smart.

That stunt he pulled

with the car, that's smart?

His parents forgot about it.

Why can't you?

- Oh. Hello. Why can't you?

- Oh, come on. Come on.

Daniel... Come on.

I just think you should be hanging out

with kids your age, that's all.

I'm old enough.

...the Dow Jones Industrial Average

plummeted another 148 points today,

causing some analysts to predict

a major recession on the horizon...

I have my father's hair.

Your father doesn't have hair.

That's something to look forward to.

- Daniel.

- Sorry.

Daniel, come on.

I've gotta prep these viewings.

We need this.

"Recovering my courage

with an effort,

I take a cautious look out.

In the middle of the room...

...in front of my father,

stands the Sandman,

the bright light of the lamp

falling full upon his face. "

Lunar Base to Command Control. Over.

Go for Command Control.

Why does the Sandman

steal people's eyes?

So he can feed 'em

to his children on the moon.

Why doesn't he feed them

something else?

Sam, everyone knows

eyes taste the best.

You think he'll steal mine?

Maybe,

But yours are still pretty small.

He'd probably take mine first.

Lunar Base, over and out.

You guys gotta keep

this door locked tonight, OK?

- I didn't touch it.

- Me neither.

What kind of animal eats all the lettuce

but leaves the bacon?

A rabbit.

A very large rabbit,

with opposable thumbs.

Maybe it was a mutant lizard who's mad

at Sammy for imprisoning her offspring.

No... Don't listen to your brother.

You want juice?

Ahh! Gotta go.

- Wish me luck.

- Luck.

I have a second showing at two

up on Croft.

I should be back before then.

Oh.

Luck.

You were laid off from Jacobson?

Uh, yes, sir. The development I was on

ran into cash flow issues,

and the entire design team was let go.

But I was thinking of making

a switch anyway, so...

How did it go?

- It went well.

- Really?

- When do they get back to you?

- Mm... next week, most likely.

Daniel, that's great.

I'm proud of you.

I want to hear

the other one again.

"Ah, little wretch, little wretch... "

Lunar Base

to Command Control, over.

Enough scary stories, Sammy.

Say good night to your brother.

Mom says I have to say good night.

- Night, Mom.

- Night, Jess.

You, sleep, now.

- Night, Mom.

- Good night.

Oh, Sammy, you scared me.

I had a bad dream.

You had a bad dream?

Oh, it's OK. It's OK now.

It's OK now.

Sammy...

...do you know who did this?

The Sandman.

The Sandman?

Is that one of your toys?

He was in my dream.

And did he tell you to do this

in your dream?

He did it himself,

before he came to my room.

Well, there's no sign

of forced entry.

You sure all the doors

and windows were locked?

Yeah, I'm sure.

We check them every night.

And other than the food,

nothing's missing?

- No.

- No. Nothing.

OK, well, as I see it,

Either the person who did this

had a key or, uh, it was...

...someone in the house.

Uh... no, I don't think so.

No, we were all asleep.

I'm not saying

it's anything sinister.

People do a lot of strange

things when they sleep.

Got a call over on Langford once,

family kept waking up to a mess

in the kitchen every morning.

Turns out the teenage daughter

was a sleep eater.

- A sleep eater?

- Yeah.

It's like a sleep walker,

but instead of getting up

and walking in their sleep,

they actually go to the kitchen and eat.

It's the craziest thing.

Look, Officer,

this wasn't a cooking mess.

This was like a mathematician's

idea of a geometry joke.

I don't know whether to be

pissed or impressed.

Well, maybe you just got some

real bright kids on your hands.

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