Fire in the Sky

- What the hell's that all about?

- Nothing.

Hey, Mike, you in a hurry?

What's with them?

Maybe they're just tired.

Sorry, boys, the kitchen's closed.

We're sticking to the story.

No matter how rough it gets,

understand?

Whatever.

Greg?

Go ahead, Mike, make that phone call.

We're all with you. Go on.

That's right, man.

That's right, go.

Working your boys kind of late tonight,

were you, Mike?

This is Sergeant Reynolds

from Criminal lnvestigations

calling Lieutenant Frank Watters.

Are you there, lieutenant? Over.

- Lieutenant, do you read me? Over.

- I'm here, sergeant.

I've checked with Sheriff Davis.

He says he'll give you all the details

when you get to Snowflake. Over.

What's his problem?

Frank, it sounds like he's

in over his head on this one. Over.

I hear you.

Police investigation. There's nothing

for you to see or to hear, so just...

Everybody just go on home, now.

There's nothing to see.

Get in your cars, take your kids,

take your families, go on home.

Lieutenant Watters?

- I'm Frank Watters.

- Sheriff Blake Davis.

I know a lot about you, yes, sir,

from the papers.

Sure do. About you not having any

unsolved cases here or in Montana.

Nothing but a myth.

But a damn fine one.

Now, why the radio silence

on bringing me here, sheriff?

Well, we got a special kind

of situation here, Frank.

A missing boy on our hands.

Travis Walton.

About an hour ago, a deputy of mine

took a missing-persons report

from a fella by the name of Rogers.

Mike Rogers.

I've known him a long time.

He's a good guy, straight guy.

He's been running a crew

up the Mogollon Rim

near Turkey Spring

for about a month.

Yep, they had a government contract

to clear out the brush.

Dennis!

I want you to meet my deputy.

Dennis, shake hands

with Lieutenant Watters. Deputy Clay.

- Hi, Dennis.

- It's an honor, lieutenant.

I read about that wetback murder

you handled down Nogales way.

Dennis, can you tell us who else

is in that gang besides Mike Rogers?

Yeah. We got David Whitlock, 26.

Local boy, active in the church.

Greg Hayes, 17.

High school kid from Winslow.

This one's pretty shook-up.

Robert Cogdill, 20, from Durango.

Joined the crewjust a week ago.

Allan Dallis, 25.

A drifter,

on the crewjust over two weeks.

- Bad apple, if you ask me.

- Yeah. He's got hell in his eye.

Sure does.

Frank, I think that...

I think that maybe...

Maybe you better hear this

from the horse's mouth.

Lead me to the horse.

- Dennis, get these folks out of here.

- Come on, folks.

Give them some room.

Restaurant's closed for the night.

- Now, what in the hell is that thing for?

- It bother you?

- Yeah, it bothers me.

- I don't want any misinterpretations.

This way there's a clear record

of everything you tell us.

Well, we already told that Barney Fife

of a deputy everything we know.

I'll tell you, Frank,

Clay wrote down everything.

We'll use the recorder.

A man with nothing to hide

is a man with nothing to worry about.

- You're the leader, right?

- Yeah.

Yeah, he's our fearless leader.

Maybe I should be

talking to you instead.

Oh, no. No, sir. He's the boss.

There's no doubt about that.

Tell me about Travis Walton.

- About what happened?

- About Travis.

Start by telling me who he is.

He's...

He was my best friend.

Wake up, Dad, wake up.

Wake up, Dad.

It's the tickle monster!

It's the tickle monster.

Ow, what are you doing?

Daddy just cracked his elbow.

How are you? Good morning.

- Good morning. What are you doing?

- Breakfast is ready!

- Waking you up.

- Who told you to wake me up?

- Mommy did!

- Mommy did!

Why did she tell you to wake me up?

Because she wants me

to tickle you again?

Travis, you son of a b*tch,

get off that bike!

Cathy, what are you doing?

Nothing, Mom.

Hey, get that thing

off the sidewalk, Travis!

Here you go. Coming in. There you go.

You want butter on that?

- Can I have some French toast?

- Sure.

I can have some?

I got some for you right here.

No, I gotta go.

I gotta get the truck running.

Wait a sec. Let me talk to you

for a second, please.

What...? The bank's gonna

call again today.

- So?

- So, what should I tell them?

Do we have to talk about that

right now?

No, you know what? We can wait

till they throw us out of our house.

Hey, Mike!

Morning.

What's the matter?

You and Katie again?

Hey, Mike, want a doughnut?

Make you feel better.

About time we got yours

back on the road, don't you think?

Unless you got some secret plan

to let it rust and sell it for scrap.

We'll start tonight.

What do you think?

I gotta show you something.

- What's this?

- This is our future.

MT Motors.

Serving all of Navajo County.

Harleys, Nortons, Yamahas,

you name it.

We'll do commercials like the guys

in Phoenix.

"MT Motors. Our prices are so great,

our show room

is almost always empty."

Get it? Empty. M-T. Motors.

Empty. What do you think?

I think we better just concentrate

on finishing the contract.

The Forest Service

won't extend the deadline.

Mike, don't worry. This is the deal.

Look, Travis, my mortgage

is on the line.

I gotta worry. I got no choice, man.

We'll get it done or we won't.

Hey, where you going?

Love awaits me.

Look, it's Uncle Travis.

- Hi, Uncle Travis.

- God. Travis, can't you use the door?

- No.

- Go...

- Morning.

- Good morning.

Breakfast in bed.

Thank you.

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