All language subtitles for Resident Alien S01E06. Sexy Beast

- Previously
on "Resident Alien"...

- Our orders are to find
the alien that crashed.

- [growls]
- [screams]

- Our orders are to deliver
an alien to the general

without anyone
knowing about it.

- He obviously suffers
from a case of terra-phobia.

- He's dead.
You're a monster.

- So, yeah, things
are gonna get messy.

- She thinks I stole
the missing prescription pad.

- Of course she stole it.
- Hey, you guys want some?

- These are Sam's.

This prescription
was written after he died.

- Sam was poisoned.
- Holy shit sticks.

We got ourselves a murder!

- This paper says
you had a baby,

and your baby was born
on my exact birthday.

- You really wanted
to protect her?

You should have stayed
the hell out of her life.

- Probably dating the same guy.
- Shit.

- Mm, mm.

[high-pitched grunt]

- I'll bet this one
is a phlogiston.

- Negative.
The specimen indicated

it is volcanic-origin
solid-state mineral:

in other words,
plain, ordinary rock.

[thunder rumbles]

- You better get my best side.

- Come on,
let's go take a look.

- Danger,
Will Robinson, danger.

[thunder cracks]

- Whoa.

- Danger!

[suspenseful orchestral music]

- Curiosity--produce
severely burned--

[TV static buzzes]

- Some danger.
- Victor.

- Thursday.
- Endangerment.

[soft dramatic music]

- Let's get back to camp.

We'll leave our equipment here
and come back tomorrow--

- Aw.

- Don't worry.
I'll get it going.

♪

- Dad?
- Hm?

♪

- What the?

[thunder cracks]

♪

The light's out.

♪

Okay, take that.

♪

[ethereal humming]

- Dad?

- Just one second, baby.

- The rain--it stopped.

- What do you mean,
the rain stopped?

♪

♪

[Brown Bird's "Bilgewater"]

♪

- What a crazy dream.

This female human creature
was suffocating me

with her sexual organs.

It was so realistic,
I can still feel

her hot, hammy breath
on my face.

[Barry Manilow's
"Can't Smile Without You"]

- I've always loved
watching you sleep.

[upbeat pop music]

- ♪ You know I can't

- Two, all right.

- ♪ Smile without you

- You can do better than that.

Sorry, I thought
you'd catch that.

- [grunts]
- What?

- ♪ Can't laugh,
and I can't sing ♪

- Oh, shoot, oh.

- ♪ Finding it hard
to do anything ♪

♪ You see, I feel sad

♪ When you're sad

- Darling, could you get me
some more food coloring?

♪

- ♪ If you only knew
what I'm going through ♪

♪ I just can't smile
without you ♪

- Ooh, get that away from me.

That stuff knocks me out.

Do you want another art walk
in Chelsea?

- ♪ You came along
just like a song ♪

- Maybe just one little glass.

- ♪ Now you know
I can't smile without you ♪

- All right, final thing.

Ready?
- Mm-hmm.

[both chuckle]

It's cute, right?

- ♪ I can't sing

♪ I'm finding it hard
to do anything ♪

♪ You see, I feel sad

♪ When you're sad

-- No.
-Okay.

- ♪ I feel glad
when you're glad ♪

♪ If you only knew
what I'm going through ♪

♪ I just can't smile

- If I'm going
to kill everyone

and get off this rock,
I need to fix my ship.

While searching for my device,

I've been gathering
broken parts

from my antigravitation unit.

I only have one part
left to find.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

They have a term on Earth

for a man who works
on engines--sexy beast.

That's me.

If these humans ever saw me
actually flying my spaceship,

I'd have women beating me off
with a stick.

♪

- A few hours ago,
fighter pilots

in the Strait of Hormuz engaged
an unidentified aircraft.

Then it vanished
into thin air.

At exactly the same time,

I picked up an object
over Colorado

with exactly the same
infrared signature.

There's only one
scientific explanation

for that--teleportation.

Seconds later,
it dropped altitude.

I think it crashed
somewhere in New Mexico.

-- "It" meaning what?
-Little green men?

- I don't know exactly, but --

- Two things that you just said
give me pause.

"Teleportation"
and "little green men."

- Technically,
you said "little green men."

- No, I completely understand.

This post comes
with a lot of pressure,

and there's no shame
in admitting that.

♪

Do you feel that kind
of pressure, lieutenant?

♪

Everything closing in,

crushing you, choking you.

- Uh...

right now, yeah, a little.
- There you have it.

I suggest that you're
in desperate need of--

shall we call it
medical leave?

- Yes, General.

♪

- You were right.
- General?

If I knew you were coming,
I would have cleaned my car.

- The UAP is an alien ship.
You know it.

I know it.
The Navy just admitted it.

But if crash evidence
goes up the chain of command,

it will be swallowed up
into a classified black hole.

I'm not gonna let that happen.

Meanwhile, you are
gonna find that ship.

This one's off the books.

- Okay, yes, General,
I'll do it.

- I wasn't asking.

And nobody can know
what you're doing--nobody.

- Oh, that's just
my girlfriend.

You don't have
to worry about her.

She's not gonna tell anybody.

[knocks]

- You don't have
a girlfriend anymore.

You just broke up
with her over text.

That's kind of rude.

- Wait, how did you
get my phone?

And who are you?

- Lieutenant, I would like
to introduce you

to Lisa Casper, your wife.

- Hi, sweetie.

- You two are gonna
find me that ship...

and whatever was flying it.

- Uh, oh, uh...

Ugh, no, that--no.

Uh, somebody?

- Jesus.
- It's not my fault.

It's leaking.

- Well, It's making coffee.
Move.

- You shouldn't have
to clean that up.

Get Jay to do it.

- Well, Jay is not here,

and she won't be coming back
for a while.

- Because she discovered
you lied about birthing her?

- Yeah, 'cause I lied
about birthing her.

Trust me,
I'd like to talk to her,

but I'm just giving
her space for once.

- Man, look at this.
See, Liv?

I told you their break room
was bigger than ours.

Don't make no damn sense.

We got the whole damn
town hall over there.

You got one doctor
and a few nurses.

We should probably
trade kitchens.

- It might be a long way
to walk to get coffee.

- Our coffee maker leaks.

- I want one
of those Nespresso machines,

but sheriff won't
let me get one.

- Hell no.
Those things freak me out.

I mean, think about it--
a whole cup of coffee

in that tiny little pod?

That shit there's gotta be
the devil's work.

- Can you tell me
what you're doing here?

- We got the results back
from Sam's toxicology.

He was poisoned, all right.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Botulinum toxin.

I came here to find out
what the doctor knows about it.

- Mm, okay, that's simple.

Botulinum toxin is a poison.

People who get
botulinum toxin die

from "botsalinen tonchin" poisoning.

- I might need you to dig
a little deeper than that.

- Dr. Vanderspeigle,

you are finally off the hook.
The new doctor has arrived.

Why don't you all come on out
and meet him?

Sorry.

- [scoffs]

- I saw the new doctor,
and he is gorgeous.

- Ellen, that's inappropriate.

Just as long as
he's a good physician.

- Doesn't hurt to have
something nice

to look at for once.

[soft dramatic music]

- What the hell?
Something nice to look at?

As far as humans go,
I'm handsome.

I'm even--what's the modern
word for it, ravishing?

- Everybody, meet
the very accomplished

Dr. Ethan Stone,
our new full-time doctor.

[applause]

- Please call me Dr. Ethan.
- Oh, modest.

- This is our head nurse,
Asta Twelvetrees.

- Hi.

- And this here
is Sheriff Mike Thompson

and his deputy, Liv Baker.

- Yeah, it's the deputy,
not his deputy.

- People call me Big Black.

- Yeah, you don't have to--
- Cool.

Nice to meet you, Big Black.

- [chuckles]
Finally, somebody who gets it.

- You know, problematic.

- Hello, I'm here too.
- Ah, yes, sorry about that.

Dr. Ethan, this is
Dr. Harry Vanderspeigle,

who has been kind enough
to hold down the fort

until your arrival.

- I've heard great things.
- Really?

Who said great things?

- Well, no one, actually.
I was just being polite.

- He has stupid hair.

- Listen, I can't tell you
how glad we are

to have you here.
Let me ask you something.

What you know about
botulinum toxin poisoning?

- Oh, well, it's nasty stuff.

Tragically, I dealt
with a lot of botulism

during my time with
Médecins Sans Frontières--

Doctors Without Borders.
I'm sorry.

I'm just so used
to saying it in French

because of all the time
I spent in Haiti.

- [chuckles]

- Now I
understand "douchebag."

- Let's see, hmmm.

Well, I'm
no forensic pathologist,

but it looks like the botulism
closed his windpipe,

and then, judging from
the angle of the wounds,

the doctor tried
to give himself a tracheotomy

to save his own life.
Brutal.

- Mm, wow.
- Damn impressive.

- I came to
that same conclusion

over two weeks ago.
- Oh, see, Sheriff?

The answer was staring you
right in the face all along.

- Oh, yeah.

- Why does it smell
like burnt coffee in here?

- They have
a broken coffee maker.

- Oh, if you want me to,
I could take a look.

I'm pretty handy
with those things.

- So am I.
I already fixed it.

- Sorry, she just said
it was broken.

- Yes, she's talking
about a different one

that I'm going to fix next.

I am also very handsy.

- You should get
those coffee pods.

- No, we don't need a new one.
As you heard, Harry fixed it.

- Seems like everyone
likes those pods, Sheriff.

- We ain't getting them
creepy ass pods, all right?

Why don't you just take a damn
ouija board into a cemetery?

- Well, looks like you're
making some great progress

on the murder here, Sheriff.

- Well, now that we got
a real man of science here,

I expect the dominoes
will fall pretty quickly.

- Wait, no, you don't need him.

I have something for you.

You should talk to the person
who stole the prescription pad.

- Someone stole
a prescription pad?

- Mm.

- Um, yeah, but I--

I reported it
to the state board, so...

- Wow, well, that is
something to look into.

That's a good tip, doc.

- Now that I have solved
the murder,

I'm going to go
clean out my desk.

- Well, it ain't solved yet,
but if some people would tell

the sheriff's department
everything they know,

then maybe we can wrap
this thing up pretty quickly.

- Like "Law and Order."

Weird--now that I've won,

I don't hate
the new doctor as much.

- People still watch
"Law and Order?"

I never loved that show.

- You son of a bitch!

♪

[knocks]

I'm just gathering my things
before I leave.

I don't have things.

- I just wanted
to thank you for everything.

You know,
we were in a tough spot,

and you really came through.

- I did what I had to do.

To not be found out
as a human killing machine.

- As a thank-you,
I want you to have this candle.

I made it myself.
It's kind of a hobby of mine.

It's cinnamon.

- Mm, oh.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm supposed
to tell you

that your son doesn't need
to go to the institution.

He's fine, bye.

- Um...

I'm sorry, what are you saying?

- Your son.
He doesn't have to go.

He's not sick

unless being really annoying
is a sickness.

- Are you saying that you
misdiagnosed my son?

- Whoa,
that doesn't sound good.

I'd be happy to offer
a second opinion,

if you don't mind, Doctor.

- No, I don't need
your second opinion.

You heard me wrong.
Your boy is very sick.

He needs to go
to the institute right away.

I'm a good doctor.
I'm never wrong.

I'm older than you.

[laughs strangely]

- Would you like a candle?

- Look.

I know I come on strong,
all right?

I radiate power.
I can't help that.

But you're not the only one
who loved Sam, all right?

He took care of my dad
for the last five years.

Now, if there's anything else
that you've been keeping

to yourself,
now is the time to share it.

We're on
the same team here, Asta.

- Okay, um...

Okay.

I didn't know that the pad
was stolen at first.

I thought maybe Sam took it.

You know, he was gonna write up
a script for his insulin.

- Sam was diabetic?
- Yeah, but then I found this.

- You should talk to the kid
that's passing this around.

He goes to the high school.

It was prescribed by Sam
days after he died.

- Hmm, thank you.

- Finally.

No longer trapped
in that place.

Freedom feels good.

Stupid thing keeps sliding
to the right.

That's a bad design.

- Hey, are you leaving
without saying goodbye?

- I would've said good-bye,
but I didn't want to--

I didn't want to.

- It's good to see you're
still such a huge weirdo.

And your talent
for unleashing chaos in my life

is strong as ever.

But I think I'm better
having known you.

- You're weird too.
- [chuckles]

- Mm-hmm-hmm.

- Oh, God, your wife is here.

- If we run,
she can't catch us both.

Mm-hmm.
- Hello.

- Before you start
throwing shit,

I was just saying good-bye.

Permanent doctor has arrived,
so Harry is all yours.

- What?
You're free?

- Mm-hmm.

- You don't have
to work anymore?

- I do have some...stuff to do.

- Well, thank God I'm here.
I can help you do all of it.

- Mm-hmm.
- Have fun, you two lovebirds.

- [chuckles nervously]
- Thank you.

♪

- Thanks so much
for letting us talk to him.

- Are you sure
this is necessary?

- We just need to ask him
a few questions.

- He may be
a little bit of a stoner,

but do you really think
he's running

some kind of drug ring?

- Everybody's innocent

until proven guilty
unless they guilty.

- Okay.

Well, your criminal mastermind
is failing my history class,

so you can have him
for about 10 minutes.

Then I need him back.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

- All right, so check it.
Here's the plan.

We're going old school,
all right?

A little good cop, bad cop.
- I like that plan.

We're a team
like the dynamic duo.

- Exactly, and I'll be
good cop and bad cop

while you wait out here
and guard the perimeter.

- I like your sweater.
Is that merino?

- Yeah, thanks.

And your brown shirt,
it's nice--very norm-core.

- I didn't even know
I wanted to hear that.

That's good, right?

[upbeat music]

- All right, Judy,
you're not psychic.

- No, I'm telling you--

Okay, so this one time,
I had a dream about a cat.

Right, that's normal,
regular, everyday.

I woke up, and the first thing
I saw is a cat.

That's psychic.

- But you sleep with your cat.
- Yeah, exactly.

Wait, so you're saying
I didn't dream about a cat?

♪

- Shit.

- Hi, D'arcy.
- Hi.

- This is my husband, Harry.

- Oh, yeah, you know,
we've met actually.

Mm-hmm, he checked
my tonsils once.

- Oh, I keep forgetting
this is a one doctor town.

You must know everyone here.
- Most everybody.

There's the man
who might have cancer.

Barren womb,
heart disease guy,

pees himself...

One nut.

- Well, I will bring you two
a couple of beers

when I'm done with
Mrs. Chlamydia over there.

- Hey, that's Miss Chlamydia.

I'm not my mother.
[chuckles]

- Um...

Harry, I wanted to talk
to you about something,

and it's actually
perfect timing,

you getting replaced today.

Let's sell the cabin
and go back home to New York.

- What?

This is fork in the neck.

- First of all, I wanna--

I really wanna thank you
for speaking with me, okay?

And I wanna remind you,
all right,

you're not under arrest
or anything like that.

You can walk out of that door
whenever you want, okay?

Just try to think of this

like we're just two friends
talking, okay?

Yeah, I'd be smirking too.

Except there is
one small problem.

I ain't your friend!
You understand me?

I'll come across this desk

and smack your ass
back to birth,

you bitch-ass,
shit-nugget junkie!

[punchy music]

Here you go.
You don't get no damn libation!

Boys like you in prison,
they call you sweet meat.

What is the difference
between Tinder and Grindr?

You'd be like a big 'ole ham
wrapped in pineapple

sitting smack dab
in the middle

of a ham and pineapple
lovers' convention.

I mean, they're pretty much
the same thing, right?

♪

I really don't know.

Do you swipe left
on this thing?

Is this how this works?

You know if I beat you
with a phone book,

it don't leave
no bruises, right?

I don't even know if it's true,
and I don't have a phone book.

I see that they
are very different--

very different.

♪

Couldn't break him.

Damn kid could work
for the CIA.

I ain't never seen
nothing like it.

- They call the dealer
"the pharmacist."

- What?
Who told you that?

- A couple of kids.

Nobody knows the dealer's name

because distribution
is so complex.

You leave money
behind the third tile

in the handicap bathroom,

and then you find
a locker combo

taped underneath
the student of the month board,

and, finally, there it is.

It's a prescription
written by a dead man.

- Okay, now you see
why I left you

outside of the door, right?
- Mm-hmm.

- Thinking, like,
six steps ahead.

- It's like
you're playing chess

and the rest of us
are playing checkers.

- So this pharmacist,
this dealer person, right--

they gotta be an insider

to have access
like that, right?

Huh.
Hey, wait a minute.

Wait, don't that girl
right there--

don't she work at the clinic?
Surly-looking one right there.

- Yeah, that's Jay.
- Jay.

- Why would Asta leave her
off the list of suspects?

- Maybe because Jay
is our insider.

Hm, checker mate.

- Or check.

- I think going back
to New York

would be
the best thing for you.

- I don't like it there.
- What?

Name one thing you didn't
love about New York.

- 9/11.

- That.

- No matter how many shots
you've had, you're not psychic.

- Welcome to our
little local watering hole,

The 59.
Okay.

This is actually the oldest
building in Patience.

There's a plaque on the wall.

- Yeah, if you don't count
indigenous history

since before recorded time.

- And we will be
taking that plaque down.

- I actually got to know a lot

of the indigenous people
of Australia

when I rowed crew
in Sydney 2000.

- Hm.
- You were in Sydney?

I skied Torino in '06.

- Really?
That's incredible.

- This is Ethan,
the new doctor.

Ethan is replacing Harry.
Well, welcome to Patience.

- Wow, check out
all the old mining equipment.

- Oh, yeah, you're new here,
I guess, so...

to the 59.

all:
To the 59!

- Trust me,
I've done my research.

59 died to save one.
Such an amazing story.

- 60 died.
- What?

- 59 died to save one,
but that one died too,

so 60 died, obviously.
Right, Asta?

- You got him there.

- I think Dr. Ethan
was just using the motto

to put a positive spin
on the tragedy,

focusing on
the human element.

- Human element
is that everybody died.

They were crushed to death.

- Right, which was actually
the town motto before,

but we realized
it was a very bad motto.

- [laughs]
- [laughs]

D'arcy is funny.

She was my friend

before you met her, so...

- Well, I'm hoping D'arcy and I
can become good friends too.

- Well, maybe you can
both be friends with her.

- Ah, shut up.
Let 'em fight.

- I'll take whichever one
you don't want.

- Sorry.

Have to steal my husband.
Let's go home.

- Hi, I'm Ethan,
the new doctor.

- Ah.

- Harry, you didn't tell me
your wife was so charmante.

- Oh, merci.

- [speaking French]
- [speaking French]

- Everyone loves him.
How is he doing this?

Is it his smile?
Is it his eyes?

I can almost see
his humanity in them.

Oh, no, he is
more beautiful than me.

[laughter]

Time to go, bye.
- So soon?

You don't want
to get on a horse

and joust or arm wrestle
or something?

- [laughs]
- Shirts off, shirts off--on.

Off maybe 'cause
it's hot in here, so...

- Okay.

- I think Dr. Vanderspeigle
and I are above

chest-thumping displays
of male dominance.

- [chuckles]
- Okay.

- I beat my wife.
- What?

- At arm wrestling.
[laughs]

Sorry, he does have
a way with words.

- Are you sure
you wanna do this, Harry?

- His smile makes me want
to love him and strangle him.

I think he has
more teeth than me.

- Okay, one foot
on the ground at all times.

Back of the hand
to the bar is a pin.

Three, two, one, go.

[bones crack]
- [yelps]

Oh, my shoulder!
You dislocated my shoulder!

- The 59!
- Harry!

- [groans]
- My God.

- Why isn't anyone
cheering for me?

One nut?

- Asta, will you help me
pop it back in?

- Yes, okay.
- Shit.

- Can you help me?
- You I'm gonna support these.

- You ready?
One, two, three and...

[bones crack]
- Ah!

[groans]
- Okay.

- Yeah, okay.
- I'm sorry.

- I'm good, I'm good.
- Ethan!

[laughs]
Whoo!

- Wow.
- Harry, wow!

- ♪ I just can't smile
without you ♪

♪

- Hello, my pretty wife.
- [chuckles]

- I have coffee
just the way you like it

with oat milk
and conflict-free sugar.

- [chuckles]
Thank you.

And you made breakfast.
Lucky me.

- Mm.

I realized you were right,

that me leaving the clinic
was the best thing for us.

- Good morning,
my nice, romantic husband.

You're back.
- Mm-hmm.

- Mmm.

What romantic things
will we do

with the last bit of time?

- We can build a fire inside...
- Mm.

- And then you could remove
all of your clothing,

including your brassiere,
which mocks me.

It so complicates everything.

Once your teats swing free,

I will focus
on them for arousal,

especially the left one.

I will become
engorged and stiff.

I will remove my clothing,

and then I will mount you,

not giving you all my weight,
which would tax your haunches.

I will caress your flanks.
I'll thrust.

And then faster.

And then I'll slow down.

- Hm, that sounds quite--

[heavy thud]

[soft dramatic music]

♪

- Good night,
my sweet hairless monkey.

I'm going to the mountain.

Do not wake up

until I get back or ever.

[gentle birdsong]

- Ugh, shut up.

We get it.
You're birds.

What?

Oh, no.
[groans]

[soft acoustic music]

♪

Good morning, Darce.

♪

- Morning ...he.

This--whoa.

This is great.
It's all great.

- I had a really good time
last night.

I know I should
probably play it cool,

but I think
you're kind of awesome.

- That is sincere, so sincere.
You made breakfast.

- Yeah, just
blueberry pancakes,

quiche Florentine,
fresh OJ,

and I was gonna bake bread,
but there wasn't enough time.

- Well, thanks.
Bye.

♪

- Where are all
the damn pushpins?

Every time I need
some damn pushpins,

there ain't no damn pushpins.

What the--
what is wrong around here?

[pop music]

♪ Lock me up,
throw away the key ♪

♪ Ain't nobody else
bigger than me ♪

♪ I'm a criminal

♪ Whoa, I'm a criminal, whoa

♪

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

I was just hanging out
in the closet.

- Is this--did you make
your own murder board?

- No, I wouldn't do that.

This has nothing
to do with Sam's murder.

- Well, it says "Sam's Murder"
right there on the wall.

- Oh, that--yeah.

That's a murder board.

- "Delivery method: insulin?"

- Well, Asta said
Sam was diabetic,

so I just thought that--
I don't know.

It's stupid.
- No, go on and tell me.

- Well, botulinum
is injectable,

and our current timeline
puts the killer

at Sam's office
on the night of his death.

But maybe, with insulin
as the method of delivery,

all he or she would need to do
is inject the toxin

into a single insulin vial

and wait for Sam to use it,
like a ticking... bomb.

See, no, that's stupid.

- No, that's not stupid.
It ain't stupid at all.

Good job, Deputy.

- Of course, sir.

Good job.
[chuckles]

Yeah, good job.

Good job.

- Yeah, I'm stuck
at The 59 tomorrow,

but you're gonna need
to release that cornice buildup

before the weather turns.

Oh, what the hell?

- What've you got?

- It's Harry.
What the hell is he doing?

- He's your boyfriend.
- What?

I--I know you told me
not to date him.

[dramatic music]

♪

[device beeping]

- The signature is off.
It's not my device.

But it may be...

♪

The final piece to my ship.

Finally, I can complete--

[helicopter whirring loudly]

- Hey, you're not allowed
on the glacier!

What are you doing?

- Hello, D'arcy.

I'm just on
a completely normal hike.

- You can't be up here.

There's crevasses
all over the place.

Didn't you see the signs
with the little guy

falling to his death?

That's you.
You're the guy.

All right?

What are you doing
with your mouth?

- Do you think
I have a good smile?

- What?

Look, your smile's
gonna look pretty weird

bashed up on the rocks.

I got to fly you
out of here.

Let's go.

♪

- I mapped the trajectory
of the ship's descent.

It has to be here.

- It doesn't have
to be anything.

It's a goddamn spaceship,
and it's not here.

Either the thing moved it,

or it was never here
to begin with.

Pick up your balls,
and let's retrace our steps.

First we found the black disk
with the dead hiker here.

Then the bar
with the dead cowboy here.

Ah, screw it.
This thing is useless.

- Hey!
[metal clanks]

[soft dramatic music]

♪

- Holy shit.

♪

What the hell are you doing?

♪

- [chuckles]

♪

- General, I found it.

- [smooches]

[upbeat rock and roll music]

♪

- Whoo-hoo!
- Yes!

- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- I'm sorry I'm late.
Hi.

- Okay, so don't look now,
but Jimmy is over there

with some kind of, like,
Russian mail-order bride.

- Yeah, we think it is
a human trafficking,

Stockholm syndrome situation,

so obviously I'm emailing
photos to the FBI.

- Well, so what?

So Jimmy has a girlfriend.
I am over it.

- All right, yeah, just like

Vanessa Heidecker
sophomore year.

- Okay, yeah.

Don't give him
the satisfaction.

- Yeah.
- Not on league night.

Unless you want me
to throw down,

because Liv
could hold my earrings.

- Then it would be
like sophomore year.

- I can't assist you
in assault anymore.

- She has the look
of, like, a mole woman,

somebody who's been living
in a hole.

Plus her name is Becky.
[mumbles indistinctly]

- I'm over it, but thank you.
Let's just bowl.

- Yeah, good, 'cause I have
mommy and me in the morning.

All right.

[together]
Three, two, one, destroy!

- Yes.
- Great.

- Bring it, bring it.

- Thank you.

- I have
to ask you something,

and I need you
to be honest with me.

- Okay.

- Why did you leave Jay's name
off the list you gave us?

- Oh, yeah, shit.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

She wasn't on there because--
look, I swear to you

I know Jay,
and she's not that kind of kid.

- I hear you,
but it doesn't look good.

You know,
you protecting her, okay?

So we're gonna have to
bring her in for questioning.

- No, no, no,
you don't have to do anything.

She's a 17-year-old girl.
She's been through enough.

- I'm not saying she did it,
but it's just there weren't

that many people
who had access to Sam's office,

and I hate to tell you this,

but whoever stole those pads
is someone you know,

maybe someone you care about.

- Yes!
[laughs]

Whoo!

- What's he doing?
- He's dancing with her.

- Oh, gross.

- [chuckles]

- Whoo-hoo!

- Well, if it isn't
mother of the year.

- New lady settling the tab?
- You notice that?

- Yeah, I did.

You remember when you used
to pick me up after work?

Sometimes I was
finishing paperwork,

and you'd hang out with Sam.

You guys would play gin
in his office.

He always used
to say you cheated.

- [chuckles]
Yeah.

He could never prove it,
though.

- Yeah.
[chuckles]

Sam trusted you.

Maybe he left a drawer unlocked

when he was
going to the bathroom.

Just a prescription pad
out on the top of the desk?

All you had to do
was reach out and take it.

- I don't know
what you're talking about.

- Yes, you do.

I can see it
all over your face,

and I'm not blind anymore.

- Jimmy.

- Baby, let's get out of here.

- Hi, I'm Becky.

- Hey.
Asta.

Hey, Becky.

You're gonna tell your friends
that he's different

when we're alone,
and you're gonna tell yourself

that it's your fault,
that it's okay

because he's just drunk,
and deep down

he really loves you,
but it's not okay.

It's not okay.
- Let's go.

- Human trafficking is a crime.
You run, Becky!

- Or you call professionals
at a helpline

that can...help you.

- Aww man, it wasn't recording.
- What?

Come back.
Can we do that again?

- I am so close.

Tonight, I will
attach this to my ship.

Then I just need
to find my device,

and, after all these months,

I can finally complete
my mission.

Then everyone will know
I'm better than Ethan.

But everyone will be dead.
How will they know?

I have to work on that one.

- Harry?

What are you doing out here?

- Coffee?

- I don't remember
the last time

I slept the day away like that.
What's wrong with me?

- Yeah, you look bad.

You must have...
Colorado Fever.

Yes, yes, you have
all of the symptoms.

- Never heard
of Colorado Fever.

- That's one of the symptoms.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

You just need
a little bit of caffeine.

- Maybe.

You know, I didn't know
what to expect

when I came here...
- Mm.

- But I never
could have guessed

you'd be as changed as you are.

You're, like,
a different person now--

only I don't know who.

- Mm.

Drink it up
while it's hot.

Big gulps.

- Oh, oh, Harry,
it's piping hot.

- It's better that way.
You should have some.

- I will, thank you.
I do really appreciate this.

Mm.

Sorry, I just--
I'm a bit groggy.

I don't--

I'm gonna go have
a lie down, sip on this.

- That is a good idea.
You sip on that.

- Thank you.

♪

[body thuds]

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

- Where is it?

- It's right here.

- I have not spent decades

searching for life
on another planet

to have you play games with me.

- I'm sorry.

[soft dramatic music]

Yeah, it took
a bit of tinkering,

but we finally figured out
the ship's cloaking ability

is actually neutralized by--
- Not now.

Jesus.

♪

- [sighs]

♪

Secure the crash site.

Whatever creature
was piloting the ship

will be coming back,

and when it does,
I want you

to bring it back to me.

[suspenseful music]

No matter what it takes.

- Zero, this is Alpha-1.

We've got a guest at the party.

♪

- Something's wrong.
My ship.

- Alpha-1.
This is zero.

Who is this guy?

- Unidentified.
Should we engage?

- Roger that.
Move in.

And if he tries to run,
kill him.

♪