All language subtitles for Resident Alien.S04E07_Track03

[dramatic tone]

- Previously on
"Resident Alien"...

- I think the killer is
a giant alien Mantid.

- We'll take that
under consideration.

- Why are you here?

- Someone has to watch
the diner.

- I'm adopting you.

- I don't even like you.

- Is Harry Vanderspeigle
an alien?

- No.

- So this is the new man.

- There's no new man.

We work together at the clinic.

- Why don't you take
your truck and head home?

- Jesus Christ, Jimmy.

- Asta gave me
some money to deposit,

and I got drunk, and I lost it.

I don't feel good
about my life.

Why should I keep going?

- I will kill the Mantid.

And if I do not,
the Greys can have me

if they agree to give up
Mr. and Mrs. Mayor's baby.

- This council accepts
your offer

and will grant your energy
to an executor.

- Daddy?

[Patti Page's
"Tennessee Waltz"]

- * I was dancing
with my darling *

* To the Tennessee Waltz *

* When an old friend
I happened to see *

* *

* I introduced her
to my loved one *

* And while
they were dancing *

* My friend stole
my sweetheart from me *

* *

* I remember the night *

* And the Tennessee Waltz *

* The beautiful
Tennessee Waltz *

* *

[blues music]

* *

- Humans are born dependent
on a parent for survival.

They require a close emotional
bond to feel safe,

and later, to trust
that the parent will not

murder them for wrecking
the car on prom night.

I do not want an emotional
bond with my father.

I only want him
to give me what he has

in that little tube,
my alien energy,

and to stop adjusting
the thermostat.

- [chuckles] You see,
I--I did the Earth Simulator,

so I get Live and Laugh.

But I will never
understand Love.

- Uh...

- Oh, man, really, honestly,

are we trying to heat
the whole neighborhood here?

- Father...
- No.

You call me Ed or sir or sire.

- OK, Ed, you are so good
at walking and talking.

I am jealous because I did not
get to use the simulator

before my mission.

- Yeah, well, I think
one reason for that is

because you weren't
supposed to stay.

- I thought you might
mention that.

- Really? Why would I?

It's only the single greatest
failure in our bloodline.

So yeah, I thought I might.

- That's a good one.

Fath--Ed, Ed. Uh, tea.

- Huh?

Yeah.

- You know, yes,
I did fail my mission.

- Yeah.

- But failing does not
make me a failure.

I have that on a sign
just above the john.

- Yeah?

- Since then,
I have done very well.

I have this fine home,
and I have friends and--

oh, hey, this--

this is what I am
most proud of.

Meet Bridget.

- Oh. [laughs]

No, thanks.
I'm not hungry.

- [squeals]

- Son of a bitch.

Bridget!
- Asshole!

[door slams]

- That was your grandson.

- No, no.

Are you copulating with humans?

Humans consider
interspecies coitus

a paraphilic mental disease.

Me?

I just call it sick.

- Wow, that was
a very thorough simulator.

- I'm just happy you didn't
crawl up on top of my face,

try to make a baby

by rutting your elbow
up my gallbladder.

- This simulator has
some blind spots.

Ed...

well...[chuckles]

You obviously do not like Earth

or anyone on it.

Maybe give me my alien energy,
and then you can go home.

- The Council let me decide

whether or not to give you
your energy back.

Right now, it's a hard no.

- I do not think it is fair
that the Council is

forcing you to decide
the fate of your son.

- [laughing]
No, I begged for it.

I said, "I know him best.

I raised him."

- You did try to kill me
11 times.

- So now it's my fault
for coddling you.

- No. It's just...

I told the Council
that I could kill

this Mantid
that's running around.

And I can't do that
without the energy.

And if I do not kill it,
they will take my soul.

- [laughs]
Our people don't have souls.

And we're--yeah, we're fine.

Our species is cold
and without mercy.

And you are a weak
human embarrassment,

a weenie boy.

- I am not a weenie boy.

I will prove to you
I am just as ruthless

and as uncaring as I was
when I was on our planet!

Seriously, come on.

How hard is that?

[soft music]

[line ringing]

* *

- D'arcy still not picking up?

- Of course not.

Too big a coward to tell me
that she lost the diner money,

even though
she told me to my face

that she deposited it.

- Well, does she know
you got it back?

- No.

She's probably out
committing crimes right now,

trying to replace it.

And when she goes
to prison for those,

I'm not going to visit.

And she can forget
about asking me

to write a letter
to the parole board.

The answer is no.

- You've given it some thought.

[light music playing]

[bell jingles]

- [cackling]

Hello, humans!

You are all stupid.

* *

And the pie is garbage.

Oh. [chuckles]

- Hi.

Whatever this is,
I'm not in the mood.

- My father, he won't give me
my alien energy back

unless I prove to him
that I'm still an alien threat.

So just go with it.

Go with it.
- Oh, is this--

- I said quiet!
And seat us, you wench.

[glass shattering]

[cackling]

Oh, no...

I'm going to clean that up.

- Mm-hmm.

- But not all of it.

Not--not--

not this piece.

That's staying there.

- [gasps] Hi.

[vocalizing softly]

Yeah.

- Hey.

- Hi.

Hey.

- Did you sleep?

- No.

No, I just stared at her

like she wasn't even real.

- How did this happen?

I mean, who do you--
who do you think returned her?

- No idea.

Most important thing is
that she's here with us.

- Yeah.

Now all we have to do
is explain to everyone

where she came from, you know,
and not just to Max.

I mean, everyone's
going to ask.

But don't worry.

I came up with a plan.

It's very simple.

We only hide her
for five months.

Then you start wearing
a pregnancy belly

that I have fashioned
from candle wax,

making it just a little bit
bigger every month

from all those pine candles
that people keep returning.

Get a little pine belly
built up.

Then--oh, no--
your water breaks.

Unfortunately, we can't
get to the hospital

because, you know,
I've pulled some strings,

had the road shut down.

So we have to have
the baby at home.

And you know, we debate about
what to do with the placenta.

And eventually, we plant it
under a pear tree.

Oh!

Need a pear tree.

- So you're saying I could pass
for five months pregnant

right now?

- Three months?

- You adopted a baby?

- Oh.

- Uh, yeah.

- Exactly.

- Sorry we couldn't
tell you, pal.

Um, but these things
fall through--

you know, a lot of lawyers.

- Will I get
less allowance now?

- No.
- No.

- Cool.

What's its name?

- Oh, well, we were just--

- Bacynthia.

[quirky music]

- What?

- Bacynthia.

- Don't--don't you dare
write that down.

* *

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct
mellow music playing]

- Fine.

Don't take my calls.

You know, I asked you
straight out,

did you make the deposit?

And you said yes.

Why?

You knew I'd find out,
which I guess is why

you didn't come home
last night?

Oh, and in case you care,
Harry got the Greys

to leave the baby alone
forever.

So Kayla and I took her
back to Ben and Kate.

Wish you were there,
but you know, you miss a lot

when you're on a bender.

- I'm glad about the baby.

And I--I didn't
come home last night

because I was thinking
about killing myself.

But I decided to stop drinking.

And I found an AA meeting.

And then I stayed at Judy's.

- Oh, my God, D'arcy.

- And I'm sorry
about the money.

I'll pay you back.

- No, it's fine.

It's fine. It turned up.

- Oh.

Good.

[soft music]

Can I have some?

'Cause I said I'd bring
donuts to the next meeting.

* *

[tense music]

* *

- What are you doing up there?

- Oh, nothing. I--

I thought I saw a moth,
and I wanted to kill it

in case you were wearing wool.

- Uh, you know, I'm starving.

Where--where's that little
snack that you gave me before?

- Do you mean my son?

He's staying with friends

in case his grandfather
said something like,

"Where is that little snack?"

Now, why don't you show me

where that tube
of alien energy is?

- I got your energy right here.

- Just to be clear,

what part of the human body
is that?

- Gallbladder.

- You're right.

I'm so stupid.

- Ooh.

- My energy.

I proved to you in the diner
that I am worthy to have it.

Did you see how slowly
I cleaned up that glass?

I was merciless.

- You weren't merciless.

You were just a dick.

Look, what I'm talking about

is an empty, dead-eyed
killing machine.

And I just don't think
that's you.

- You take that back!

I have killed so many humans.

I have killed this doctor

whose skin suit
I am wearing right now.

- You came here to kill
every human on Earth,

and instead, you became one.

You went soft.

- I am not soft.

Ho-ho!

I retrieved a device
from the 1970s

for the Greys to destroy
our entire species.

- But you didn't.

- Yes, but if I did,

then you would not be here
talking about it.

- Of course not.

I'd be dead.

- But then you would be sorry.

- How can I be sorry
if I'm dead?

Nothing lives on after death.

- That's not true.

As a human, I grew a soul.

Souls are immortal.

Right now,
I am stronger than death.

- OK, tough guy.

You came here to kill
every human on Earth.

I'll give you your energy back

if you kill just one.

- One human?
- Mm-hmm.

- Ah, I mean, give me
a real challenge.

Ask me to kill
something truly dangerous.

What did the simulator say
about ducks?

- One human...

by tonight.

[ominous music]

- See the bite marks?

Identical to the hiker's
chomped-off head.

- Poor Bambi.

- Deputy, Bambi wasn't
the one that was killed.

His mother was the victim.

Don't make me have to screen
that movie for you.

I'll be a wreck for months.

[sighs]

Damn it, it's already got
its hold on me.

[groans]

What I was trying to say
before you ripped my heart out

was, your FBI buddy
Jules was wrong.

The serial killer
didn't move on.

And it's a Mantid.

See these cigarette butts
on the ground?

That's proof.

It smokes after it eats.

- But if it is the Mantid,
that's a problem.

It's a shapeshifter.
- I know.

Could be anybody.

Could be the mayor.

Could be Deputy Fred.

- It could be me.

- [chuckles] No.

You don't have what it takes

to bite a head off a human.

- Ugh, another disappointment.

- See, my first thought was,
maybe it's me, right?

I mean, I've ruled it out
for now.

But I'm not afraid
to come back to me hard

if I give me reason to.

See, 'cause I've been
applying my profiling skills,

and I was thinking, if I was
a shape-shifting mass murderer

and I could be anybody,
I'd want to be

the person leading
the investigation

so I could point it
away from me.

- Wait, you mean Jules?

Sir, is it possible
you're jealous

of her spending
so much time with Lena?

- I don't get jealous
of aliens.

If anything, aliens are
jealous of me.

For good reason.

* *

- I'm really sorry
about getting mad at you

about the money.

- Don't do that.

Just be mad.

That's why I went to Harry.

I knew you'd let me
off the hook.

- Wait, you went to Harry
instead of me?

- Yeah, because I knew

he wouldn't try
to kiss it all better.

Look, all my life,
I've had challenges,

and I've nailed them.

And I'm going to nail
being sober.

And if I need somebody,
I have a sponsor.

But I won't,
'cause I've got this.

All right?

- Yeah, totally.

- Look at you.

- What?

- You really want to fix this.

- No. No, I don't.

I--I don't even care.

- Liar.
- I--[sighs]

- Hey, come here.

My whole life,
you've been there for me.

[soft music]

Now I gotta be there for me.

* *

- Well, then you have no shot.

* *

- Separating from a parent

or even someone
who acts like a parent

is scary for humans,
and hard...

* *

And very, very hard

when that son of a bitch
will not leave your cabin.

Ho-ho!

I cannot wait to kill a human.

- Yeah?
- [laughing]

Ah, the weather is
perfect today for murder,

which I'll be doing.

Ah, ah!

I got my afternoon kill coffee.

Boy, oh, boy.

If I don't drink this,

I cannot kill anybody.

- Is that why
you wrote down the address

of a local mortuary?

- I was calling to make sure
they had enough room

for all the new dead bodies
I'm going to murder today.

- Yeah, because if
you're trying to pass off

an already dead body
as a fresh kill,

you know, you have to remember,

I still have my superior
olfactory senses.

In fact, right now,
for some reason,

I'm smelling deodorant soap

that was last used
three days ago.

- Hey, Harry,
I need to talk to you.

[suspenseful music]

Wait, you're an alien again?

- Hello, I'm over here.

That is my father then.

- How is it that
there's someone in this town

who can see aliens

and you let him live?

- Oh, he tried to kill me
lots of times,

but I always outsmarted him.

- You're not helping.

- I came to tell you
that my mom asked

about you being an alien.

I told her you're not,

but I might change my mind
and tell her the truth

unless you pay me $346.

- Good Lord,
it gets worse and worse.

My own son letting himself
be bullied by a child.

- No, I--certainly not.

Certainly not!

I'll write you a check.

Don't cash it till Friday.

- Oh, my gosh, she is so cute.

Sir, do you want to hold her?

- Hell, no.

Neither should you.

This baby was raised by aliens.

For all we know,
it could crawl up your anus

and live inside you.

It's not going to happen
to me, though,

'cause I always keep
my anus clenched.

- This is every day for me.

- Let me know if you want
any sphincter exercises.

- Oh, I won't let you
know anything.

- Bye.
[phone dings, buzzes]

- Oh, no.
- What is it?

- Lena says she's going over
to Jules' house for lunch.

- Sir, I would like
to remind you

that Jules being a Mantid
is only a theory,

and only yours.

Maybe temper your expectations.

- I'm going to temper my foot
in that Mantid's ass.

That's what I'm going to do.

* *

- That's not how it's used.

- I made some changes
for efficiency.

- Mm-hmm.

- OK.

Like the little butter pats
that we throw out

when they're not used--
I got rid of the butter guy,

and I ordered these cute
tiny paper cups

that you can put butter in
only when someone asks.

- But the butter guy
saved my life in Nam,

so you need to fix that.

- That explains why he smiled
and said he'd be back.

But see, nothing burned down,

and I made everything
look really nice

for you to come home to.

- Yes, you did.

Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- I think I'll get rid
of the place.

- Wait, what?

- Yeah.

You know, being
out on the road,

doing what I loved,

I heard what you said about
living my life while I can.

[soft music]

I started thinking, maybe
I should sell the place,

or at least find
someone else to run it.

- You found someone. Me.

- Well, you don't want it,
do you?

- I don't know.

I mean, I just think it's
funny you never thought to ask.

- Well, because I know
you'd say yes.

- [sighs]

- Because you want to help.

And then you'd just keep
running it forever.

- And?

- It'd be another excuse

for you never to leave town.

* *

- You think I should leave?

- Well, I didn't say that.

But come on.

Do you really want to stay
in Patience your whole life?

- I've never thought
about it, Dad.

Where is this even coming from?

- It's coming from I love you.

Between the Army and my band,

I'd seen the whole world
before I settled here.

You haven't gotten past Denver.

* *

- How about New York City?

Also, let's not forget
the moon.

- OK, I'll give you the moon.

* *

- I get it.

I should leave.

Why not?

I'm not needed here.

You don't need me.

D'arcy doesn't need me.

Apparently, she has Harry now,

you know, and Jay has a family,
right, Jay?

- Huh?

- You know, I might as well
hit the road.

So, yeah, bye-bye.
OK, I'm out.

I'm sorry about the butter
and your veterinarian friend.

- Veteran.

- You know what I meant.

[bell jingles]

- I heard my name.

What was that about?

- Not sure.

But I don't think
it's about the butter.

* *

- It's my first time making
this salad, so buyer beware.

- Looks great.

Tell me what it's like
at the Col--

[light music]

- I think it's for you.

* *

- Go.

Yeah, yeah.

* *

- Sheriff.

- Hi.

- Come on in, I guess.

- Hey, ladies.

[chuckles]

Sorry to interrupt your--

what is that?

- Pasta salad.

- Well, which is it?

Those are two entirely
different food groups.

- What are you doing here,
Mike?

- Um, we need to talk.

- Why don't I give you two
some privacy?

- Thank you.

[clears throat]

So talk.

- I know she still looks
like an FBI agent,

but I really think she might be
a shape-shifting alien Mantid.

- And do you have even one
shred of proof that she is?

- No, but she is
at the top of my list.

- List?
Who else is on this list?

- Well, I was.

But--but I'm not anymore,

so you don't have to worry
about that.

- I think I do,
because in a very short time,

you have come all the way
from not believing in aliens

to thinking that you are one.

- I--

[tense music]

- Mike, I love you,

but maybe that leave
of absence that you took

needed to be a little longer.

I don't--

let's just take some time
until you sort it out,

or--or I do, or something.

* *

- So that's it then?

- I'm sorry.

* *

[soft suspenseful music]

- Dr. Smallwood.

- Dr. Vanderspeigle.

* *

Why did you call me in?

I don't have an appointment.

- Oh, I just wanted to see
how you were feeling,

ask you a few questions.

It's just routine.

Number one, do you have
anyone who would miss you

or ask annoying questions
if you were dead?

- Doctor?
- Hmm.

- Can I speak to you?
- I am...

- Now.
- Right in the--

really--

[light music]

* *

[indistinct chatter]

[bell jingles]

- Let's go.

OK.
- Yeah.

- Hey, there.

- Oh, hi. Hey.
- Oh, D'arce, hey.

- Hi.
- Oh, my God, is this--

- The newest member
of the Hawthorne family.

Yeah, adopted--
you know, didn't tell.

Red tape, paperwork, lawyers--
am I right?

You know, sign here.
Initial there.

Kate was a champ.

We're getting a pear tree.

But that's not related.

- What's her name?

- Blanche DuBois.
- Well, we haven't decide--

- It's not that.

[baby fussing]

Oh, she likes you.

- I know, right?

Have you two met?

- I mean, she's a baby.

Where would we have met?
[laughs]

Baby Town?

Baby Land City?

Uh, I've never been there, so--

- You OK, D'arce?
- Yeah, fine.

Just gotta get home.

I'm not feeling well.

I think it might be something
I ate, so I'm just going to--

- Oh.
- Yeah.

Congratulations. Yeah.

- OK, did you see the way
the baby looked at her?

I told you she was
on that ship.

- Hmm.

- She knows something.

- Yeah.

- Why did you write "DNR"

on the charts of all
of our senior patients?

- Because I am looking
for someone to kill.

- Oh.

- My father will not
restore my alien energy

unless I prove
that I can kill a human.

It's the only way
to get my alien energy back

and kill the Mantid.

So instead of being all
Mrs. Judgy-Pants,

why don't you go in there
and scare Dr. Smallwood?

Maybe it'll make
her heart stop.

She seems like she's
hanging on by a thread.

- No killing,

especially not
to please your dad.

God, I get it.

Trust me.

Because then you
kill someone for him,

and you do your best at it,

and you're really good at it,
you know?

And in the end,
it doesn't matter,

because he still says,
"No one needs you here."

- That road trip
started normal,

but then it ran into a ditch.

- No, just no killing.

It is never OK.

- You killed that guy,
the man with the gun.

- Shh.

That was to save you.

- Oh.

So what you're saying is,

if someone tried to kill you,

I could kill them.

[dramatic music]

* *

- I have a job for you.

She works at the clinic.

* *

- My hero!

No.

And if you need
to hear me say the words,

do not hire someone to kill me.

Got it?

- Loud and clear.

I can't and I won't hire
anyone to harm you.

I just need to find someone
who already hurt her...

* *

And kill him.

* *

[dramatic music]

- Humans are driven by choice.

Sometimes the choice
is difficult,

like selecting
a pizza topping,

unless one of the choices
is anchovies.

Those are cat food.

Other times,
the choice is easy,

like killing the man
who hurt Asta.

- I come home to that!

- If he hurt Asta, he is
probably hurting other people.

So it is good
for everyone if he dies.

I will be a hero,

and not like
teachers and nurses.

I mean a real hero.

[grunting]

* *

- Ow!

- Ow? That is not correct.

He is supposed to be dead.

On television, a hit
on the head is all it takes.

What other lies
have I fallen for?

- Harry?

- And stay down!

I'm so sorry.

Let me help you up.

Whoops.
- Ow, ooh.

[line rings]

- [sighs]

Lena's not answering.

She hasn't picked up all day,

which only means
one of two things.

Either she's mad at me,

or she's sitting on a Pilates
machine, headless right now.

- The first one, for a lot
of reasons, makes more sense.

- Deputy, she does
a lot of Pilates,

so odds favor
it happening there.

- Odds favor that she just
might need time to cool off.

- Cool off?

Deputy, I should be
the one cooling off.

Because she didn't believe me.

Do you any idea how bad
it feels to not be believed?

- I could probably guess.

- Yes, you could.

[soft music]

Deputy, I owe you an apology.

When you first told me
about all this alien stuff,

I didn't--

I didn't listen.

And I should have listened.

And I didn't support you,

and I should have
supported you.

* *

I'm truly sorry about that.

* *

- Thank you, sir.

This whole case has
been a lot, I know.

* *

I guess, for me,

admitting that
Jules actually is the Mantid

means the real Jules
could be dead.

And I--I didn't want
to do that yet.

- Yeah, I know.

And look, hell, I may be wrong.

Maybe--maybe Jules
isn't the Mantid.

You know, we just gotta--

just gotta be sure
before we can rule it out.

- That makes sense.

So what's the plan?

- The plan is, you're going
to set a little trap.

[light music]

- Oh.

* *

- [grunts] Easy.

- All right, well, hold still,
'cause I'm good at stitching.

I am terrible at stitching.

His head looks like a child
playing doctor on a potato.

Do you want a stick to bite on?

- I'm all right.

A couple of stitches
is nothing.

When I was a kid,
my dad gave me 16 of 'em.

- He was a doctor?

- No, I'm saying he opened
a cut or two over the years.

- He hurt you.

- Only when he'd had a few.

Or sometimes when he hadn't.

- I always thought
bad humans were born bad,

that it was in their DNA,
like hair color

or liking those plain house
salads that have no flavor.

But maybe it is the parent,

the first person
a child trusts

who has the ability
to mold that child

into who they will become.

- Jimmy?

- Asta.

- Harry?

What's going on?

- I tried to kill Jimmy,
but I didn't,

so you can't be mad.

- You what?

Oh, Jesus.

- What's wrong?

Is it bad?

- No, no, it looks good.

Harry's stitches look great.

- Could you hold this?

It's sanitary.

- What did I say
about killing people?

- I thought it would be OK
because he's bad.

- OK, I understand.

And believe me,
I have thought about it too.

But no.

OK, just go.
I will take care of this.

- Yeah, but no
lollipop for him.

- How's Jay doing?

- She's fine.

We don't need to talk.

- Thanks for taking care of me.

- Just doing my job.

- Just like old times, right?

[laughs]

Remember that time I had
to crawl through the window,

and I sliced my hand open?

[tense music]

- You mean that time
you broke the window

after losing your keys
and blaming me?

* *

- I know I screwed up.

You were the only
solid thing in my life.

* *

Everyone always left,
but not you.

You could have left
1,000 times.

You probably should have.

But you always stayed.

* *

- I said don't talk.

* *

[upbeat music playing]

* *

- The eagle has
just ordered drinks.

- Deputy, you don't have
to narrate every move.

It's a sting operation,
not your diary.

For the record, I'm the eagle.

You're the pigeon.

- Negative, sir.
Jules is the pigeon.

- We're trapping her.

You think
an eagle eats pigeons?

An eagle is a proud bird.

It eats king salmon,

maybe a nice muskrat.

OK, now go catch
that muskrat in a lie--

- Thanks.

- That proves she's not
the real Jules.

- I needed this.

Work has been crazy.

I rarely have time
for anything fun anymore.

- Yeah, me too.

So, hey, I think I know someone

who trained with you
at Quantico.

Remind me, who was
your training officer?

- Gosh, there were so many.

Who's your friend?

- I--I don't know.

- Tell her your friend's name
is Elvis Presley.

- This drink is tasty.

- Deputy, say Elvis Presley.

We're setting a trap for her.

You say Elvis Presley,
and if she says

anything other than,
"He has the same name

as the King of Rock and Roll,"
then bam, she's an alien.

All right, look,
say it just like this.

"Oh, I remember now.

My friend's name is
Elvis Aaron Presley."

Go ahead, do it.

- It tastes like
there's lemon in there.

- [sighs]

- What if we name her Lucy,

like Lucy in the sky,

because she's from the sky?

- Ooh, how about Abducterina,
because she was abducted?

Then she'll always be
reminded of her trauma.

- I like it when
we're on the same page.

This isn't one of those times.

[tense music]

- Um, honey?

- Hmm?

- Why is our son blackmailing
the town doctor?

* *

- So where would I go?

- Pardon?

- So far today,
two people have told me

I stay when I should leave.

So, OK, let's say
those two people are correct.

Where would I go?

- Well, I don't know.

I mean, I wasn't telling you
what to do.

I mean, you make
your own decisions.

If you decide to live
in Patience, great.

If you decide to,
hell, I'd love it.

But if it's a choice,
that means knowing

what else is out there.

- Besides the moon?

- Besides that.

- Remember when I was little,
and you had that huge bed?

I used to get so scared.

I'd crawl up into it,
and I wanted

to lay right
in the middle with you.

- On me.

- The rest was enormous.

You know, the edges were
really far away.

And beyond that was dark.

I liked it in the middle, Dad.

It wasn't so scary.

[soft music]

- You have this great talent

for making the best
of what life gives you.

But sometimes it makes you
accept whatever you have.

I mean, being scared of what's
out there past the bed is OK,

but just don't let it keep you

from taking that first step
off the mattress.

* *

- Oh, don't talk.

Just listen.
- What's wrong?

- Already talking.

One thing about AA is
that I have to be honest.

Like, it is crucial
for my sobriety.

But then I ran into
Ben and Kate on the street,

and I saw Daisy
for the first time in forever,

and I had to lie to them again,

like, right to their faces.

It was hard,

and I wanted a drink,

like, bad.

And I thought I had this
whole thing under control,

but it turns out I do not,

which maybe that's the point.

So I called my sponsor.

Honestly, this whole thing
is weird,

and it's scary and hard.

But I have to be honest.

So now that the baby is safe,

I want to tell
Ben and Kate the truth--

like, all of it.

And I know you have
feelings about this.

So you can come with me
if you want.

Or if you don't,
that's--that's also fine.

* *

- Let's go.

- OK.

* *

- All right, you know what?

Let's--let's switch gears.

Um, ask her something

only the two of you would know,
something from your childhood.

- Fifth grade.

- What?

- I was just thinking about it.

- OK.

What about it?

- Us--like, fond memories.

Like that time
on the playground,

remember, on the swings?

I was crying, and you came over
to console me.

You remember what you said?

[indistinct
blues music playing]

* *

- "Don't worry.
No one saw you pee yourself"?

That time?

- Oh, so you--

you do remember.

[phone buzzing]

- Oh, it's work.

I'm going to take this outside.

I'll be right back.

- OK.

* *

Jules is not the Mantid, sir.

No one but her would
remember that story.

You might not want
to hear this,

but your profile said
the Mantid was someone

close to the investigation.

- Deputy, don't finish that.

- I don't want it
to be Lena either,

and it probably isn't,

but you have to admit,
it would fit.

- [sighs]

[door closing]

[tense music]

There's only one way
to find out.

* *

- Eh.

[grunting]

- Father.

- What, no corpse?

Nothing fun,
like a severed head?

[chuckles]

I take it you failed
to kill a human.

- I chose not to kill a human.

- Hmm, you were always
the weak one.

Now, your brother--

[speaking alien language]

Was the strong one.

- [speaking alien language]

You have got to be kidding me.

- Well, he did everything
I asked of him.

But if I'm being honest,

what I want from my son
is to kill this human.

[dramatic music]

- [grunting]

* *

And if he doesn't, I will.

* *

- When I was an alien, I
wanted to kill Max very badly.

I tried many times.

But it feels impossible now.

- [grunting]
- Well?

[dramatic music]

- You want me to kill this?

It's only half a human.

He's just scraps
that you throw away.

- Well, then it won't
take long.

Kill him!

Only him.

Then you can be an alien again

and save all of humanity
from the Mantid.

* *

You're only struggling
with killing the boy

because you're human.

And once you become
one of us again,

you won't care that he's dead.

* *

- I'm sorry, Max.

* *

- [muffled screaming]

- Quiet.
- [chuckling]

* *

- Close your eyes.

Close your eyes!

* *

I don't want you
to get goo in them.

- Huh?

- Oh!

[groans]

- I hope I've made you proud,
Father.

[groans]
- [hissing]

* *

[dramatic music]

* *

- Ha-ha!

* *

[laughing]

Ooh, look at that.

Ooh, I forgot how tall I was.

Ho-ho-ho!

- Yeah, I'll let you know
first thing in the morning.

- Agent Gardner.

- How you doing?

- I'm good, I'm good.

Thank you.

- Sorry to hear you and Lena
are having some problems.

- Yeah, that's--

it's kind of what I wanted
to talk to you about.

Uh, have you noticed
anything unusual

about Lena's behavior lately?

- I know she was
a little disappointed

the investigation was over.

I think she enjoyed
the excitement.

[dramatic music]

* *

Everything all right, Sheriff?

- Uh, yeah, every--uh...

[stammering] Everything's good.

- By gosh, I think he's got it.

- So what are you doing now?

What do you--what,
are you reading my mind, huh?

Get out of my head.

- But it's so interesting
up there.

- I don't doubt that,
but I need you--

I need you to freeze.

- Such a complicated mind,
not as linear and readable

as Deputy Dumb Questions
in there.

- I said freeze, you
shape-shifting son of a bitch.

- What are you going to do?

You going to shoot
an FBI agent

right here on the street?

And then what?

Explain that
it was a space alien?

- I'll shoot.

- No, you won't.

But I'll do it for you.

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

* *

You can't kill me.

But I can kill you.

I'd do it right now,

but a dead sheriff
might cause a fuss.

So I'll just do it when
I kill the rest of the town.

* *

See you at the mining festival
tomorrow.

* *

- I heard a gunshot.
What happened?

* *

- You had drinks
with the damn Mantid,

that's what.

* *

- You killed your own dad
to save me.

- And to get
my alien energy back.

- And to save me.

- [sighs]

Yes.

Because even though you said
you are not my friend,

I am yours.

And this is what real friends
do for one another.

Sometimes they kill their own
fathers with a fireplace poker.

[soft music]

You're smiling.

Don't make it weird. What?

Ah! Oh.

[baby fussing]

[dramatic music]

- What the [bleep]?

- See, this is why you knock.

* *

[dramatic music]

* *