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- [Voiceover] Paranoia.

The word conjures up so many things.

Images of bug-eyed drooling mental patients

in straight jackets in rubber rooms

screaming at the top of their lungs.

Images of doomsday cults, religious fanatics,

screaming the end is near.

But there is another side, a quieter side,

a more rational side.

The side the scientific mind is trained to understand.

The side that collects all the facts

and is led to only one possible conclusion.

They're here.

We think we know our neighbors.

We think we know our friends.

We think we know ourselves.

(laughs)

And then if we're lucky we wake up one morning

and realize our world has been turned upside down.

And we realize we don't know anything at all.

And so begins my story.

It started off easy enough.

Landed at JFK and decided to drive cross country

to Los Angeles for a new teaching job

in the Astronomy Department at UCLA.

It all started to happen on an otherwise...

Normal Friday afternoon.

(suspenseful music)

(phone ringing)

- [Woman on phone] UCLA neuropsychiatric,

Professor Rondell's office.

- [Jimmy] Hi Sarah. - [Sarah] Hi, Jimmy!

Can't wait to meet you in person.

I'm free tonight.

- [Jimmy] That's very kind of you Sarah,

but I'm exhausted.

(sighs)

- [Sarah] Doc said you were shy.

- [Jimmy] Now that's a polite word for what he calls me.

Is the psychoanalytic genius in?

- [Sarah] One moment.

- [David] Hey buddy, welcome to California, where are you?

- [Jimmy] I just got off the freeway,

I'm passing through beautiful Granada Hills.

I'll be at your place in half and hour.

- [David] Great, leaving the office now, see you...

(beeping) - [Jimmy] Hello?

Hello?

Oh great!

Oh no, no, no!

Not now, not now!

Great.

Great.

Not now.

Not here.

No.

There's just no signal...

Anywhere.

(sighs)

Uh...

There's no one else.

(door creaks open)

Hello.

- Hi. - [Jimmy] Hi.

My name's Pond.

James Pond.

Bad joke, my parents had a sense of humor.

You are? - [Mary Ann] Mary Ann.

- Really?

Always had a thing for Mary Ann.

- Sorry?

- No, sorry, it's just I watched a lot of American TV...

When I was a child.

Sorry to intrude, but my car's just stalled.

And there doesn't seem to be any mobile coverage

around here, so...

- [Mary Ann] Would you like to come in?

- Yeah, thanks, and use your phone.

Thank you.

- [Mary Ann] Would you like something to drink?

- Actually I would just like to use the phone.

Thank you. (sighs)

You're not drinking.

- I don't drink. - [Jimmy] Right.

Not even a sip?

Hate to drink alone.

Cold hands.

Cold hands, warm heart. (laughs)

Isn't that the saying?

- If you say so.

(coughing)

(slow music)

- Cheers.

(sighs) (swallows)

(laughs)

What will your husband say if he comes home?

- I have no husband.

- Boyfriend?

- No boyfriend.

I am alone.

And it gets lonely sometimes.

Why don't you sit down?

I won't bite.

- Okay.

- I love your accent.

- I love yours too.

- [Mary Ann] You're not from around here, are you?

- No.

I'm originally from Sussex.

- Sus-sex?

- [Jimmy] Yes, Sussex. England.

- So, you are an alien?

- Yes. I guess I am.

- [Mary Ann] Me too.

- Of course you are.

I suppose all Americans are aliens

of some sort or another.

Where are you from originally?

- Venus.

- Right.

I think I drove past there.

Venus, Texas?

(laughs)

I do love the quaint names of some of your American towns.

Intercourse Pennsylvania, Accident Maryland,

Why Arizona.

Venus Texas.

All right, right, well...

That was great, lovely, really took the edge off.

I really must make that phone call now.

- Another glass?

(sighs)

Now.

Where were we?

- It really is very hot in here.

- [Mary Ann] Yes it is.

- And I really must make that phone call.

Where

is

your

phone?

- In the bedroom.

- In the bedroom. (laughs)

Ah, the phone.

There it is.

- Would you like to reproduce now?

- 'Scuse me?

- [Mary Ann] Would you like to reproduce now?

- You mean have sex?

- Yes. Sexual reproduction.

When the man gets an erection.

- It's been a long while but I remember how it works.

- Do you like what you see?

(sighs)

- Mary Ann, maybe you should just find yourself a nice,

young, American boy who can reproduce with...

I'm not that guy.

I like to take things a little more gently.

- You don't like me?

- No. Yes!

You're very direct.

This is a bit of a turn off.

- How can I make it a turn on?

- You can slow down.

Is my car all right out there?

My entire life is piled into the back seat.

- You worry about the wrong things.

- Oh, I worry about everything.

It's in my nature.

Strange, but true.

- Strange.

Nature.

Tell me what you want.

- What I want?

- What you like.

- Turn around.

(unzipping)

- [Man] Welcome friend.

(gasps)

- Mary Ann?

(sighs)

Mary Ann?

Mary Ann.

- Would you like to do sex again?

(laughs)

- Mary Ann.

- Were you not satisfied?

- Yeah.

No, it was fine.

Wonderful, in fact.

- It was wonderful

for me too.

- Right.

You know, you seem like a nice person.

But I just wanna make that one call,

and then I'll be on my way.

- So you do want to do sex again?

(laughs)

- Sure, why not?

Maybe you could give Ginger a call,

have her come in on this.

Have ourselves a nice little island three way.

Also had a thing for Ginger.

- Ginger is no longer.

- No longer what?

- [Mary Ann] Her time was up.

- What do you mean?

She's dead?

- She didn't want to stay,

and the Skipper didn't want to let her go.

- The Skipper?

- [Mary Ann] Yes. The Skipper.

(laughs)

- Now I wasn't serious about the Ginger

and the Skipper thing.

So who's the Skipper?

- He is in charge.

- Okay. I have to go.

Tell me is everyone you know named

after a character on Gilligan's Island?

- [Mary Ann] Yes.

Of course.

- And that doesn't seem strange to you?

- No?

- No offense,

but this conversation's getting a little bit weird.

- [Mary Ann] What's weird about it?

- Well Ginger, the Skipper, Mary Ann...

Makes me think, "Oh I wonder what

"Gilligan would think of all this."

- You don't want to know.

(phone clicking)

- [Jimmy] What's going on here?

- [Mary Ann] I want you, Jimmy.

- I have to go.

- I need you.

- [Jimmy] Mary Ann, please.

- Don't you like me?

- I love you to bits, nice to meet you and all that,

but I really need to get to a working telephone!

I'm sorry!

Who the hell are you?

- I'm Gilligan.

- Oh come on!

(stammering)

(thudding)

(phone ringing)

- [Jimmy] Hello, you've reached James Pond,

at the tone, kindly leave a message.

Thank you. (beeping)

- [David] Hey buddy, where are you?

Hit me back.

(suspenseful music)

(muffled voices)

- [Gilligan] Like the others.

Can't you see he's just another human?

We have to keep trying.

We have no choice.

- Mary Ann?

(groaning)

What?

What the hell?

Mary Ann!

Mary Ann,

Mary Ann...

What you do in the privacy of your own bedroom

is none of my concern.

But I think this has gone a little bit too far.

- I need you, Jimmy.

- Untie me!

Untie me, get me out of here!

This is not funny!

Ah! (laughing)

Oh, I Get it.

- Get what?

- It's a joke.

(laughing)

You've got some sort of

strange reality show,

YouTube kind of Gilligan's Island fan club going.

Hidden cameras, everywhere.

Right?

- No.

- I've been Punked, right? (laughing)

Who's watching?

- No one.

- Who put you up to this?

Come on.

- The Skipper.

- The Skipper! (laughing)

The Skipper!

The Professor, Gilligan and sweet little Mary Ann!

I must be losing my mind.

- How are you feeling?

- You see...

Well Doctor, I'm feeling pretty damn mad!

That's how I'm feeling!

Get me out of this!

Untie me!

- [Mary] Would you like to reproduce again?

- You've got a pretty weird way about you.

- Is this not a good time for reproduction?

- A good time?

Maybe I just don't get American humor.

Uh...

No, actually I usually prefer to be wined and dined.

Nice romantic candle-lit dinner for two

usually gets me in the mood.

Wait, wait, where are you going?

No!

(sighs)

Crying in a bucket.

Ah.

The Sun.

The planets.

The music of the spheres.

(laughs)

Oh spheres.

- Your romantic candle-lit dinner.

Are you ready to reproduce now?

- Surely you mean fuck.

Let's not mince words.

- Yes.

Are you ready to fuck now?

- Oh, my cup runneth over.

(sighs)

Do you mind taking these things off?

Please?

Mary Ann.

- I will come back for it when you are finished.

- Wait, romantic...

Usually means for two.

Won't you join me?

Keep me company?

While I eat?

Hmm?

- I will come back for it when you are finished.

- I can't...

Eat it like this.

Can I?

Thank you.

Thank you.

(sighs)

(spits)

(door opening and closing)

Right, that one's done.

(laughter)

Who are you?

Where are you?

- [Man] I'm nowhere.

How's the dinner, friend?

- Inedible.

- [Man] Cooking isn't their forte.

- What do they want?

Who are they?

- [Man] You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Just enjoy it while you can, friend.

Your time is short.

(ominous music)

- Who's she?

What's she want?

What are they gonna do with me?

(gasping)

- How was your candle-lit romantic dinner?

- Great, my compliments to the chef.

- Are you ready for the fucking now?

- Oh yeah, I must be.

Romantic candle-lit dinners

always result in romantic candle-lit fuckings.

Look, I'm not a violent man by nature,

but every man has his limits.

Now I've seen your boyfriend.

And that weird voice coming through the vent.

And the noises outside.

I don't know what the fuck is going on here!

But I do know that I'm getting out.

With or without you!

- Is this how you do fucking?

(laughs)

- Oh I'm a regular Kama Sutra ninja.

You should see me with a cat o' nine tails.

I'm a Rembrandt.

I'll teach it to you someday...

(suspenseful music)

Once I get out of here.

Come on!

Open the door.

Like a good girl.

No funny moves.

Good girl.

- Hey.

Where are you going?

- Don't come any closer.

- [Gilligan] You're not getting out of here.

- I'll cut her!

And I'll cut you too, if you so much as take one more step!

I swear I'll do it!

- Then do it already.

- Who the hell are you?

- I'm the Skipper.

- Oh for fuck's sake!

(thudding)

(birds chirping)

(door banging)

What the hell?

Hey!

You there?

- [Man] I'm always here, friend.

- What on Earth was that?

- [Man] You don't want to know.

(somber music)

(groaning)

(electricity crackling) (groaning)

(gasping)

- What the fuck?

(electricity crackling)

- Now be a good boy

and get back to your room.

(electricity crackling)

(whistling)

- [Man] Told you, friend.

There's only one way out.

(murmuring voices)

- People.

(gasping)

Hey, look at me!

Help!

(electricity crackling)

(groaning)

(yelling)

- The null field will prevent anything from being heard.

Screaming is useless. - [Jimmy] Ow!

(gasping)

What the hell's a null field?

What the hell is a null field?

- An inversion vortex that counterbalances

energies exerted in its direction.

- Right.

Right.

- You're making this difficult Jimmy.

- I'm making it difficult?

- I need you. - [Jimmy] Yeah, so you say.

- [Mary Ann] Are you hungry?

- Are you kidding me?

Are you fattening me up for the kill?

- You'll need your strength.

- Yeah, so I can reproduce?

- What would you like to eat?

- Oh well let me see,

how 'bout a nice pork pie and a pint of ale?

- Come to the kitchen.

(clock ticking)

- That is not a pork pie.

(sighs)

You're not eating?

- No.

- Yeah, I heard that about LA women.

Never see 'em eat.

It's really horrible.

- Would you like something else?

- What's on the menu?

- Anything you want.

- Anything?

As long as it's tasteless.

No thanks, I think I'll stick to a liquid lunch.

Oh, God bless America!

Mary Ann you have to realize...

My friend is expecting me.

He's probably called the police by now.

They can trace my mobile phone.

- Nobody will find you.

- [Jimmy] How do you know?

- I know.

- Mary Ann, let me go.

I won't press charges.

- It is too late.

(sighs)

- I've read about the going's on in Los Angeles.

What are you?

Some kind of strange religious cult?

Fornicating away the hours until the apocalypse?

A new-millennium Manson Family?

Screwing night and day to precipitate the end of man?

- Yes!

That is what we want,

the end of man.

- Oh, brilliant idea!

(laughs)

Yeah, it's been a good run,

let's let the monkeys run things for a while.

What are you gonna do to me?

Hmm?

You gonna fillet me?

Enjoy me with some fava beans and a nice chianti?

(slurping)

Mary Ann, please, just let me go.

We'll go together.

We'll get married.

We'll have as many kids as you want.

- I'm not in control.

They will never let you go.

- Mary Ann.

You're beautiful, you're sexy.

You can have any man you want.

- I want you,

Jimmy.

Help me, please.

- On one condition.

Only if you help me.

- Are you finished?

Eating?

- Yeah.

But not swallowing.

Mary Ann's great here in the sack,

but her cooking skills leave a lot to be desired.

(sighs)

(whistles)

- [Man] Told you not to resist, friend.

Better to let her have her way with you.

(pinging)

(phone ringing)

- [Jimmy] Hello, you've reached James Pond.

At the tone, kindly leave a message.

Thank you. (beeping)

(number tones) (phone ringing)

- [Woman] Hello.

You've reached the Los Angeles Police Department,

no one is available to take your call.

If you have a crime to report,

please leave a message. (beeping)

- Really?

- I have a friend who runs the Neuropsychiatric

Institute at UCLA.

They have access to the best deprogrammers in the business.

I know people who can help you.

- I can't go.

I can't survive out there.

Look, I'm sorry about the thing with the knife.

You know, I'm just running out of options.

I've never felt so powerless

and impotent in my life.

I just wanna go back to my ordinary life.

Can you understand that?

- Actually, yes.

I can.

(sighs)

It's too damn hot in here.

I'm gonna take a shower,

wake my ass outta this nightmare.

Sorry.

You're not a fan of Hitchcock are you?

- Who's Hitchcock?

- Never mind.

(somber music)

(water running)

Oh.

Mary Ann.

- [Mary Ann] Do you like that?

- [Jimmy] Uh-huh.

Do you like that?

What's got into you?

- [Mary Ann] You have.

(laughs)

- [Jimmy] You're subtle.

Mary Ann, what's going on here?

Oh, never mind.

- You were talking.

- I was having a bad dream.

- What are dreams?

- What are dreams?

They're little stories, play out in your head,

while you sleep, don't you dream?

- No.

- [Jimmy] Mary Ann?

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

Mary Ann?

Tell me.

Come on, you can tell me.

Mary Ann?

(crickets chirping)

Hello.

- What is it like out there?

- You've never been outside this house?

- I like it here.

Tell me what you've seen.

Where you've been.

How do men and women do fucking out there?

- Well...

In my limited and somewhat conventional experience...

It happens a lot more slowly.

Go to a nightclub.

Have a couple of drinks, get in the mood.

Listen to some music.

- Like from the radio.

- Yeah.

But not that insipid old age crap you play.

Real music, and its own beat to it.

Something you can dance to.

- Dance?

- Yeah.

- I've never done dancing.

(laughs)

- What, no line dancing in Venus, Texas?

Bet they call it the Devil's work.

- Will you teach me?

How to dance?

- Well I'm no Baryshnikov but...

Sure.

Sure.

(radio whistling)

(rock music)

- [Mary Ann] I don't know what to do.

- Neither do I. (laughs)

At least you make me look good.

That's good, that's good.

That's great.

Ah.

(slow rock music)

- What's the point of this?

- There's no point, it's just fun, it's just nice.

Maybe it's the music, let me find something better.

You're doing good, you're really, really good.

Oh come on.

Something.

Please.

(soft rock music)

That's it.

Just move your hips.

To the beat.

There you go.

Yeah.

♫ We must believe when we meet again ♫

How's that feel?

(laughs)

- I don't know.

What are feelings?

- It's the way the music makes you move.

There, do you feel that?

- Yes. - [Jimmy] That's a feeling.

Do you feel that?

That's a feeling too.

But it's sad.

- [Mary Ann] What is?

- [Jimmy] Your life, being trapped here.

- I'll help you get out of here.

- Yeah?

Will you come with me?

- I can't.

But I'll help you.

Once there is a baby.

- [Jimmy] That could take months!

- Just dance with me.

♫ Just the last goodbye

(upbeat rock music)

♫ The last goodbye

♫ The last goodbye

♫ The last goodbye

♫ The last goodbye

♫ The last goodbye

♫ The last goodbye

♫ The last

♫ The last goodbye ♫

Are you ready for the fucking now?

- How 'bout just making love?

Hmm?

(ominous music)

(whistles)

(slams)

(whistles)

- What's happening to me?

- I don't know.

(gasps)

Your skin's so cold.

And now these gray hairs.

I need to get you away from here,

get you checked out by a doctor.

- I told you, I can't leave.

- What happens if you try?

- I've never tried.

- They have something on you, don't they?

Something that would destroy you if you left?

Or maybe you have something on them?

You know where the bodies are buried.

- Jimmy.

- I'm gonna get us out of here.

I'm gonna find a way.

- Why do you keep saying that?

- Because!

It's the only way I can stay sane.

I'm not meant to be here.

- I'm not meant to be here either.

- Yes, but, here we are.

(sighs)

- You should get some sleep.

- I can't sleep!

It's too damn hot.

You're so cool.

You're so cool.

- [David] Ah damn Jimmy, where are you?

(groans)

- [Man] She's something else, isn't she?

- Yes. She is.

- [Man] Just don't fall for her, friend.

- Why not?

(laughing)

- [Man] Because she's not what she seems.

- Hi.

Mary?

(somber music)

- Come on Jimmy, where the hell are you?

- I'm having a baby.

- What?

- It's time to go.

- It can't be, you can't know that yet.

- I do know.

- But we only just...

Wait, I see.

It's not mine.

I'm not the father, who's the father?

- Jimmy, you're the father.

- It can't happen that fast!

- It is happening.

- Oh my God!

- She's yours Jimmy.

- She?

You can't possibly know that!

- I know!

Please!

You have to go!

- Mary Ann, come on.

Now!

- Where do you two think you're going?

Back in the bedroom.

- [Jimmy] All right.

(electricity crackling)

- [Mary Ann] That was not necessary.

- Since when are you so attached to him?

- We have to let him go.

- Let him go?

So he can tell the world where we are?

So he can call in government officials to destroy us?

I don't think that's such a good idea.

- The plan is working.

- Your plan is working.

I had a plan once.

When you're done with him, he's mine.

- Are you okay?

- Get me the knife.

- Why do you need the knife?

- Trust me Mary Ann, just get me the knife.

Rubber...

Is an insulator.

This should lessen the pain.

That looks ridiculous.

If this doesn't work, you just take the car and go.

- I can't drive.

- Then this had better work.

(gasping)

- Plan.

I'll show you both.

(gun cocking)

(ominous music)

(electricity crackling)

- Come on Mary Ann!

- I can't. - [Jimmy] You can do it!

Come on, now!

You can do it!

- [Mary Ann] I can't.

- Hurry up!

Come on!

For the baby!

Come on!

Quickly, come on, come to me!

That's my girl, come on.

Come on, yes!

- I can't make it.

- Yes you can.

- I can't, just go.

- I'm not gonna leave you!

- Just go!

- Well isn't that special?

You humans with your soft hearts and

soft skin.

Makes me sick.

Now, both of you,

get up.

Now get into the house.

Quietly.

- Come on Mary Ann, come on.

- [Gilligan] Come on!

Down the hall.

- Gilligan, no.

- Time to finish this.

Open it.

- Hello, friend.

We meet at last.

Hello Mary Ann.

Long time, no see.

(electricity crackling) (yelling)

- [Mary Ann] Gilligan, no, stop!

(whistling)

- You think you are so smart.

Don't you, human?

Think again.

- Gilligan.

Put down the gun. - [Gilligan] Stop!

Enough talk.

- You may not need me.

Mary Ann may not need me.

But our child is definitely gonna need me.

Who else is gonna help her survive?

Out there in the world?

(gunshot)

(groaning)

Mary Ann!

Mary Ann!

(groaning)

Mary Ann.

Mary Ann!

- Looks like we no longer need you.

Human.

- Go!

Go!

(laughing)

- He won't get far.

- Go.

- [Gilligan] He won't get far!

- Go!

(power failing)

(somber music)

- [Voiceover] We're all trapped, you know?

We're trapped from the moment we're conceived.

Trapped in our mother's womb,

trapped by our parent's wishes.

Trapped by what we're taught in school,

by what we're told to believe.

Trapped by fear, fear of the unknown.

Fear of what will be,

fear of the wrath of some unknown or invisible god.

Or worse yet, that nagging fear that once you're gone,

you're gone forever.

Now that I realize that I know nothing,

I feel a certain freedom.

Like I've been reborn,

born into a world where we're not in control.

A universe where we're not alone.

Living a life that's no longer mine.

We went back, of course, with the police, to that house.

But they were long gone.

Or maybe they never existed.

Maybe I am delusional.

At least that's what the army of

psychiatrists have been telling me.

I tried to explain to people what happened,

that they're here amongst us, that we're not alone.

(laughs)

I've been labeled as paranoid.

A nutcase.

But I know better,

you'll see.

It's only a matter of time.

I'm not the man I used to be.

I'm just one of six and a half billion flies,

trying my damnedest to live to see another day.

Being a father will do that to you.

Make you see what's really important

in life, make you see that life is an end in itself.

A reason to go on living.

I sometimes wonder where my child is now.

Whether or not I'd recognize her if I saw her.

Whether she looks like me...

Human.

Ah!

She has her mother's eyes.

♫ No happy endings

♫ Here's to pretending

♫ We're extending

♫ Our relations

♫ Well you did what you had to do

♫ Apparently we're through

♫ If that's okay with you

♫ I guess you're gonna go

♫ To your other life

♫ I want you to know

♫ That I love my life

(slow rock music)

♫ No happy endings

♫ I guess that's depending

♫ On all points of view

♫ Well tonight I've had a few

♫ And I'm better off than you

♫ I'll propose what life could be

♫ If you lived and trusted me

♫ It's time for you to go

♫ To your other life

♫ I want you to know

♫ That I love my life

♫ I love my life

♫ No happy endings

♫ Here's to amending

♫ My contract with you

♫ If I was calling Dr. Drew

♫ He'd say get away from you

♫ It's advice I can't refuse

♫ Pay attention or pay dues

♫ I guess you're gonna go

♫ To your other life

♫ I want you to know

♫ That I love my life

♫ I love my life

♫ I'm trying to make sense

♫ Of a twisted circumstance

♫ I can't defy your needs

♫ We both love at

♫ Different speeds

♫ I guess you're gonna go

♫ To your other life

♫ I want you to know

♫ That I love my life

♫ I want you to know

♫ I love my life

♫ I want you to know

♫ I love my life

♫ No happy ending

♫ I love my life

♫ No happy ending

♫ I love my life

♫ I

♫ Love my life

♫ I

♫ Love my life

♫ No happy ending ♫

(slow rock music)