All language subtitles for Resident Alien - S01E06 - Sexy Beast

Previously
on "Resident Alien"...

Our orders are to find
the alien that crashed.

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.

I'll bet this one
is a phlogiston.

Negative. The specimen indicated

it is volcanic-origin

in other words,
plain, ordinary rock.

You better get my best side.

Come on, let's go take a look.

Danger, Will Robinson, danger.

Whoa.

Danger!

Curiosity produce
severely burned...

- Some danger.
- Victor.

- Thursday.
- Endangerment.

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?

What the?

The light's out.

Okay, take that.

Dad?

Just one second, baby.

The rain it stopped.

What do you mean,
the rain stopped?

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.

I've always loved
watching you sleep.

Two, all right.

You can do better than that.

Sorry, I thought
you'd catch that.

What?

Shoot.

Darling, could you get me
some more food coloring?

Ooh, get that away from me.

That stuff knocks me out.

Do you want another
art walk in Chelsea?

Maybe just one little glass.

All right, final thing.

Ready?

It's cute, right?

- No.
- Okay.

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 anti gravitation unit.

I only have one
part left to find.

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.

- 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.

That's just my girlfriend.

You don't have
to worry about her.

She's not gonna tell anybody.

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.

No, that no.

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?

Botulinum toxin.

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

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.

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.

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.

- Please call me Dr. Ethan.
- Modest.

This is our head
nurse, Asta Twelve trees.

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.

Finally, somebody who gets it.

You know, problematic.

- Hello, I'm here too.
- 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?

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.

Now I understand "douche bag."

Let's see.

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.

- Wow.
- Damn impressive.

I came to that same conclusion

- over two weeks ago.
- See, Sheriff?

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

Yeah.

Why does it smell like
burnt coffee in here?

They have a broken coffee maker.

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?

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."

Weirdnow 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!

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.

Thank you.

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.

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.

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.

God, your wife is here.

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

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?

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.

Have fun, you two lovebirds.

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.

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?

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.

Yeah, you know,
we've met actually.

He checked my tonsils once.

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.

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!

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?

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?

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.

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.

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.

Yeah, you're new
here, I guess, so

to the 59.

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.

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.

- 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.

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

Merci.

Everyone loves him.
How is he doing this?

Is it his smile? Is it his eyes?

I can almost see
his humanity in them.

No, he is more
beautiful than me.

- Time to go, bye.
- So soon?

You don't want to get on a horse

and joust or arm
wrestle or something?

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.

Okay.

- I beat my wife.
- What?

At arm wrestling.

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.

My shoulder! You
dislocated my shoulder!

- The 59!
- Harry!

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...

Okay.

- Yeah, okay.
- I'm sorry.

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

Whoo!

- Wow.
- Harry, wow!

Hello, my pretty wife.

I have coffee just
the way you like it

with oat milk and
conflict-free sugar.

Thank you.

And you made
breakfast. Lucky me.

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.

What romantic things will we do

with the last bit of time?

We can build a fire inside...

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.

That sounds quite...

Good night, my
sweet hairless monkey.

I'm going to the mountain.

Do not wake up

until I get back or ever.

Shut up.

We get it. You're birds.

What?

No.

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?

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.

That yeah.

That's a murder board.

"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
time line 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.

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.

What the hell?

Whatever you got?

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

- He's your boyfriend.
- What?

II know you told
me not to date him.

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

But it may be...

The final piece to my ship.

Finally, I can complete...

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.

Screw it. This thing is useless.

Hey!

Holy shit.

What the hell are you doing?

General, I found it.

- Whoo-hoo!
- Yes!

- 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.

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

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

All right.

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?

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!

Whoo!

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

Gross.

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.

Yeah.

He could never prove it, though.

Yeah.

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.

You just need a
little bit of caffeine.

Maybe.

You know, I didn't
know what to expect

when I came here...

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.

Drink it up while it's hot.

Big gulps.

Harry, it's piping hot.

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

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

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.

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.

Yeah, it took a
bit of tinkering,

but we finally figured out
the ship's cloaking ability

- is actually neutralized by...
- Not now.

Jesus.

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.

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.