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Previously on "Resident Alien"...

Harry needs us to get rid of that Mantid alien body.

That's the Mantid off our to-do list.

You sure this is the spot Mike saw the Mantid?

Don't play dumb.

We found your tiny hidden camera.

- Ben? The cookie girls. - What cookie girls?

The aliens, the ones who took our baby.

Someone has to watch the diner

while you play the music festival.

Are you doing the bank drop for the bar?

- Mm. - Can you do mine too?

There's two grand in here, and I need to deposit it

so I can do payroll tomorrow.

Asta's money!

Being human sucks.

Heather and my bird babies, they're gone.

But I still want a family.

You have family.

Here's to being friends.

Harry?

Who the hell are you?

Where is Asta?

You, known on Earth as Harry Vanderspeigle,

stand before the Galactic Housing Council,

the supreme cosmic authority in the universe.

This assembly is called to order.

The Housing Council-- a galactic body so powerful,

they can transport you to their chambers mid-pie.

You have been summoned because the Grey aliens

have brought charges against you.

They've sent a legal representative

to argue their case.

Happy to be here, Gary.

Good to see you, Sedrick. How are you?

Wait a second. You two are friends?

Gary, I do not think that that is fair.

Silence!

You cannot call me Gary.

Only my in-laws can call me Gary.

One jolt for insolence.

Jolt?

What the hell is a--

Well, son of a bitch.

Cursing will also not be tolerated.

No.

Son of a...

lady who is not nice,

really just misunderstood.

You stand accused of the following:

refusing to leave Earth,

sabotaging the Greys' Yellowstone operation,

kidnapping a human infant,

harboring a Grey stowaway known as Bruce,

and, worst of all,

unleashing a Mantid alien into the universe.

Allegedly.

If found guilty, you will be sent to Marea.

No, no, not Marea!

It is a slow, agonizing death in a noxious acid pit

1,000 times more acidic than the warmest cola drink,

impossible to escape, like one of those

diseased ball pits at Rat Cheese Pizza.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I, uh, picked you up a little something for Sharon.

Oh, ha, oh, that's lovely.

That's very nice. - That's super nice.

Really gonna like that. That's really...

This is some bullshit.

Three jolts!

Harry?

Rosie play? Here comes the...

Harry?

Harry, are you here?

Bridget, have you seen Harry?

I don't speak whatever that is.

Harry's gone.

He disappeared, like, out of thin air.

What? More cereal?

Don't you have four hands?

Can't get your own cereal?

Okay.

Yes, sure, no problem.

Good? - Uh-huh.

Rosie?

Okay, take it.

I don't get it.

The money's gotta be here somewhere.

Shit.

Asta.

Probably looking for the money.

Judy, come on, you're supposed to be helping me find it.

You lost it when we were really drunk,

so I thought I'd get really drunk again to find it.

Will you please help me look for it?

Fine.

God.

Sorry, Asta, I'm gonna have to silence you.

Hey, maybe you took the diner

and the bar money to the bank and just forgot.

Jude, you're a genius.

Yeah, like, sometimes I'll go to the grocery store

really drunk and forget I even went.

And then I open the fridge, and I'm like,

how'd that dead chicken get in there?

Damn it.

59 money's still there and, for some reason, this bra.

Oh, me.

That's mine. - Ugh.

Obviously I didn't go to the bank.

What did we do?

Oh, remember I took those sexy-ass selfies of us?

Jesus.

Ooh.

How much did we drink?

I don't know.

But this morning, I peed for so long that I had to sit down.

Wait, look at this one.

There's somebody with us.

Do you recognize those boots? - No.

I like them, though.

They're, like, the sturdy kind that makes my foot look normal.

Asta's probably freaking out.

I'm gonna tell her I deposited the money

but the bank made a mistake.

Banks make mistakes all the time, right?

Totally.

That's why I keep all my money in jars under my mattress.

That could explain your back problems.

Oh.

Regarding count four, by stealing a baby,

the defendant took property essential to SHP,

my client's Soul Harvesting Program.

I'm sorry, what is a soul?

I heard it talked about on Earth.

Does it have something to do with sexy-time music?

A soul is an immaterial consciousness

with quantum correlation that gains it eternal life.

Souls transcend the physical realm.

Humans are the only beings in the universe that have them.

My clients harvest the souls of human infants

because of their purity,

untouched by life's experiences.

So they can live forever?

In a way.

The Greys have a proprietary process

that converts them into an effective

wrinkle reduction cream.

But the Greys do not even have wrinkles.

Exactly. It sells itself.

Oh, it also doubles as a savory dipping sauce.

- Ooh. - A savory dipping--

have you not heard of ranch?

We are willing to drop the kidnapping charge

if you tell us where you've hidden the baby.

The baby, yes, it's right where you wouldn't think,

up your butt with a coconut.

Omaha, Nebraska.

The Ute reservation just past Highway 1.

If you hit the 7-Eleven, you've gone too far.

I need my alien energy.

You mean this?

There it is, my alien energy.

I thought it would be purple.

The Greys failed to apply for the proper permits

before taking it, so we confiscated it on your behalf.

Oh, give it to me!

Not until you answer for your most grievous offense.

When you released the Mantid, it stole a Grey ship

which was tracked to Earth, where it has commenced

its breeding process.

Soon the Mantids will take over the entire planet,

destroying the Greys' only source of human souls.

And the only way to stop it is to kill it.

Look, I mean...

if you want a dead Mantid...

I can get you a dead Mantid.

I mean, I'll have to track it.

And I'm gonna track it, and I'm gonna kill it.

And then I will bring you the Mantid right back here.

Because it is already dead, and I know where it is buried.

The Housing Council will give me my energy back

when I deliver the already dead Mantid.

Us humans call that a win-win.

I can't believe the Greys harvest souls.

I think you humans care too much about souls.

I mean, what are they good for

other than making wrinkle cream?

Okay, well, you're human now, too,

and there's way more than that.

My dad says that the soul is like a thread

woven into everything around us.

When someone dies, they become part

of the land, sky, everything.

But if the thread's cut, it's like tearing

a hole in the world, destroying the balance.

Like when I pulled that loose thread on my sweater

and the sleeve came off.

Because your sweater is exactly as important

as the fabric of the universe.

I miss that sweater.

I planted trail cams in the woods

to try and find the Mantid.

During the hypnosis, I saw our baby alive on a spaceship.

I hear a rustle, and I saw that Mantid with my own eyes.

And that implant they put in me, I mean,

who knows how long it was there for?

I lost time.

I have an image of an alien messing with my memory.

She was there. D'arcy was on that ship.

Hot damn, that there is one proper evidence board.

I might need to make one of these

to track down whoever's swiping all the fuchsia Post-Its

from the supply room.

Oh, we have a bunch of fuchsia Post-Its

at the house if you need some.

Really?

So we have two aliens out there--

Joseph and that Mantid.

Actually, there might be a third.

Oh, great.

Let's just close the Patience Tourism Bureau now.

You mean the trunk of your car

with those outdated pamphlets?

Well, I just got new ones, and these ones fold correctly.

Last year when Peter Bach came to town,

he said he was here because of an alien.

But he never said who.

But Peter Bach is dead now, so we'll never know.

Peter Bach is alive.

What?

Oh, my God.

Mm-hmm, and he can see aliens.

Wait, if he can see aliens and aliens took our baby,

then maybe he can help us find her.

Wait, you have to get in touch with him.

Sorry, for my safety, I have no way of contacting him.

I have to wait for him to contact me.

His rules.

Okay, well, that's something.

Yeah.

Gives me a bit of hope.

♪ Somebody set me free

Asta's not here.

I told Jay to tell her I was looking for her

when she gets back.

That should buy us some time.

Okay, well, I've been researching like crazy.

Did some googling.

The boot in the picture is a Trailblazer XT 1420 lace-up.

The company was founded in 1985,

but they discontinued this model in 2019.

Then I did some serious digging.

Did some more googling.

Only three stores in Colorado sold it.

The closest is in Boulder.

So we drive there.

You use your points to get us a quaint but tasteful room

at a fancy hotel, like with a fireplace and fuzzy robes.

We go to the store.

I'm glad to see you two are okay.

Hold on, Miss Black Boots.

I'm searching for some black boots.

Jay, you're the one with the boots.

You saw us last night.

Yeah.

Y'all were out of your minds.

What?

Nah.

We were just having fun, you know?

- Yeah. - Did we even drink last night?

I don't know.

I was so wasted, I blacked out.

We had a few.

Yeah, well, you said you had a bag of money

and that you wanted me to meet you

in that town from "Shawshank Redemption."

- Zihuatanejo? - Zihuatanejo.

But instead you went to the clinic to party with Ellen

because Judy needed birth control,

except she called them baby candies.

Ellen. Jude, let's go.

You have to leave the mug.

Ow.

I'll be back for my refill.

D'arce, wait up. I have snacks.

Now that the Mantid's gone,

I'm sitting on a stockpile of Manticide.

Easy, just get rid of the M and tell people it kills ants.

I'm just glad that the Mantid is dead and buried forever.

Wait, did you say buried?

I don't think you can bury a Mantid.

Praying mantises shed their exoskeleton to grow.

If Mantids are anything like them,

burying them in moisture-rich soil

would trigger an advanced form of molting

and help them regenerate.

The Mantid might still be alive.

Where the hell is it?

This does not feel like the best time

to say it could be anywhere.

The Mantid is still alive?

Yes.

But do not worry.

It is not the end of the world.

Why did it refill the hole?

So that nobody would know it was still alive.

That sounds like the end of the world.

Mm.

What now?

I need to find the Mantid and kill it.

Okay, well, at least the Greys don't know

where the baby is, right?

Yeah, that's-- that's super lucky.

Harry, do the Greys know where the baby is?

Someone may have accidentally told them where it is hidden.

Someone? You?

Well, let's not play "who said what?"

It was you. You said what.

- Mm. - How could you do that?

God, we have to go to the rez.

No, no, we cannot go there.

We need to find the Mantid and kill it.

The baby is the priority.

I do not understand why humans ignore big problems

and obsess over trivial ones.

How is a tiny, insignificant baby more important

than a brave warrior slaying a deadly Mantid enemy?

Snake!

Ladies, welcome to my office.

Well, you mean Asta's office.

Asta's playing waitress for the last couple of days,

so I promoted myself.

Suck it, corporate ladder.

Corporate ladder is a bitch.

I finally made head crossing guard

after they saw what I was worth

and after what that fire truck did to Mrs. Collins.

Uh, yeah, congrats on the fake promotion, Ellen.

But we're trying to piece together last night.

We lost something.

I gave the birth control to Judy.

You took the whole packet,

said you wanted to be "extra safe."

And then you ditched your jacket in that guy's truck.

What guy was that?

The long-haul trucker who gave us a joyride.

I got a pic of his truck when he drove away.

You two were flashing him,

trying to get him to honk his horn.

Jesus.

Okay, good.

Aw, you got my good boob.

Shh.

Yeah, uh-huh, yeah, we can have her

by there in about an hour.

All right, got her a safe spot off the rez.

We'll just get her packed. - Thank you, Kayla.

I'm so sorry I had to pull you out of the powwow.

Oh, don't worry about it.

They didn't call fancy dancers yet.

Indian time.

Babies are small.

All they need is a protein bar, a blanket,

and some leaves to wipe up their droppings.

It's funny, now that I know you're an alien,

everything you say just sounds so much more obvious.

Since you're such a baby expert, here you go.

Why don't you take her so we can finish packing?

- No-- - Thank you.

This baby is pissed about something.

Well, you know, you could give it a protein bar

or wipe its ass with leaves.

Okay, just to be clear, don't do that.

That was sarcasm.

Take her to Gram to get changed,

and then just keep her company.

I do not want to keep her company.

She always beats me at that letter tile game.

No, the baby, not Gram.

Just take her for a walk.

Okay, sh--shush, shush.

It's okay.

Shh.

You think maybe we're being a little premature

turning the guest room into a nursery already?

I mean, it's been so long since I felt any sense of hope.

Knowing there's someone out there who can see aliens,

it gives me at least a little.

Just let me have it, okay?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Remember these?

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Max said that this was Dr. Vanderspeigle.

I know.

And he drew them at the same time

that Liv said Peter Bach was looking

for an alien in Patience.

Please, just stop.

Is there an off button or a pause?

I should be the one crying.

I must find and kill a deadly Mantid.

Joseph had all his powers, and the Mantid

still turned his face into a jigsaw puzzle.

Is it the drums?

Do you like the drums?

Did anybody else see that?

This baby just smiled at me.

I'm suddenly feeling a strong connection to this baby.

I have felt this before with Bridget

but not with a human baby.

This must be the reason humans do not eat their young.

What is this feeling?

The energy in here feels alive.

Are you reaching for the music?

Is that what you're reaching for?

Your little one feels it, doesn't she?

Yeah, she is less pissed, even happy.

That is the power of the Jingle Dress Dance.

Each step of these women's dance

is a healing prayer.

Their prayers are in their shoes?

No, the sound of the jingles

is like hundreds of tiny prayers,

reminding us that we are all part of something bigger.

I think I'm feeling big feelings.

If you're thinking, you're not feeling.

Now, come on.

How do you feel?

I feel like you keep hitting me.

But I also feel like...

I'm connected...

To everything.

It's like Wi-Fi.

Nanama.

Your Wi-Fi network is named Nanama?

My Wi-Fi network is named Nacho Wi-Fi.

Nanama means "together."

We are all connected to all things through the creator.

Just close your eyes and listen.

Nanama is the great mystery that connects all things.

It's how the river knows where to flow.

It's how trees talk to one another underground

or how a rez dog magically appears

every time you open a bag of chips.

How do you feel?

I feel like I found something I need.

Then you are listening real good.

Hey, guys, what's going on?

We would like to report a...

both: Crime.

Okay.

Tell me what happened.

Did I hear you say you wanted to report a crime?

'Cause I'm not sure if you're aware or not,

but crime is my middle name.

Actually, it's Eugene.

Someone stole money from me.

- How much? - Oh.

Couple thousand.

Been saving up my tips.

That's a lot of cash.

Well, I'm a great bartender.

Yeah.

So when did this crime happened?

Oh.

Oh, that's on a need-to-know basis.

We need to know.

Last night.

Yes, we were out, on our way...

- Mm-hmm. - To...

- Zihuatanejo. - Tanejo.

The town from "Shawshank Redemption"?

- Correct. - Yes. Exactly.

It's very popular this time of year.

Yeah, it's a seasonal destination.

It's their Christmas--

Christmas destination.

I got a better question.

This person who stole your money,

what'd they look like?

Oh, he was a trucker.

He had a trucker face, yeah, all...

Right here, trucker, trucker, trucker, trucker, trucker.

Trucker-y.

And we were in his-- you know, his big rig.

Big rig.

And I left my jacket in there.

- She left the jacket. - Money was in the pocket.

It was in the pocket, and Ellen told us that...

Listen to this.

We gave him D'arcy's phone number, right?

But he has not called us about the money.

- Not once. - So clearly he stoled it.

Ellen told you that you gave him the number.

- Yeah. - Yes, Officer.

But you were there.

We have a photo...

- A photo. - Of his truck that...

Booyah.

Has a partial license plate.

So you could run it.

Run the plate.

So let me see if I got this straight.

You two got shit-faced and have no memory of the night,

decided to retrace your steps.

Along the way, you found out you flirted with a trucker,

left two grand in his cab, and your only lead is a blurry

half photo of a license plate.

So you came in here hoping Deputy Liv would

pull some strings and run the plate, technically filing

a false police report, which, fun fact,

is a felony under Title 18,

Section 1001 of the U.S. Code.

I had the same thought.

Sorry, D'arce, but the guy is long gone.

You're never gonna see him again.

Well, that's the last time I show some random trucker

my good boob.

Oh, there's Harry. Let's go.

Ah!

Hey.

I take back what I said about you standing out.

Mm.

You're like a duck in water.

I do not understand the duck part, but...

I belong here.

I think I understand what you meant about the thread.

'Cause I'm connected to this baby,

and we are connected to everyone and everything.

I am with you on that.

I wish we could stay and watch, but we have to go.

- Hmm? - We have to go.

Oh, we should stop and get some leaves on the way.

No.

It's stinky.

It has to mean something.

Do you think it's possible that the alien

has been Harry all along?

Is it possible?

I mean, you've met him.

Hey, what's up?

Where did you get those?

We found them in your room.

Max, buddy, why did you say

this was Dr. Vanderspeigle?

How should I know?

It was, like, forever ago. I was, like, two years old.

Just because you drew like you were two

doesn't mean you were two at the time.

- Hon. - Yeah.

I was probably going through an alien phase.

You've been going through your stinky candle phase

for years now. - Okay.

Look, honey, I need you to be honest.

You may not realize it, but the truth here means a lot.

Your dad and I trust you, okay?

And this is--this is one of those moments

when that trust really matters.

I don't care what you said before, okay?

We love you no matter what.

Just tell us the truth right now.

Is Harry Vanderspeigle an alien?

Why did you call that guy Harry?

- Because he's hairy. - No, he's not.

He's just a guy.

No, Harry's not an alien.

Okay.

Thank you for being honest.

You should read my candle reviews on Etsy.

4 1/2 stars.

I used to see Mr. and Mrs. Mayor's baby

as a small problem compared to getting my powers

and defeating the Mantid.

But after this powwow, something in me has shifted.

I can feel how Asta experiences the world.

Sometimes small things are not as small as you would think.

Okay, one problem down, a couple big ones to go.

You have to find that Mantid.

Do not worry about that. I have a solution.

Oh, good. What is it?

I have no idea how to get my alien powers back

or defeat and kill the Mantid.

But the energy of the Jingle Dancers

made me feel somehow things will be okay.

I will tell you tomorrow after we've had some rest.

Okay.

Hello?

Yes, this is Asta.

Wait, I'm--I'm sorry, what do you mean,

the money wasn't deposited?

♪ All my favorite people

♪ Are broken

♪ Believe me

Here's your coffee, Liv.

♪ My heart should know

You look lost.

Hi, Liv.

I'm fine.

Did Peter Bach reach out to you?

No, not yet.

Sorry. - Ugh.

You know, I always admire you.

Feels like no matter how bad things get,

you manage to stay positive.

Like--like, you're still able to have hope

that things will get better.

I always try.

Yeah.

Wish I had some of that.

My baby is--is gone, and...

every day that goes by,

I feel further and further away from her.

I think I know how to help.

Hey, where have you been?

I've been trying to reach you all day.

Yeah, hey, um, I put you on silent--

not you specifically, everybody.

It's been a crazy day, so...

Oh, okay, well, the bank called,

and they said they never got that money.

Huh.

That's weird, 'cause I-- I dropped it off last night.

I left here, got the money from the 59,

and--and went to the bank,

dropped it off in the overnight slot thing.

Okay.

Okay, good.

Wow, I guess it's just a bank error.

Yeah, bank error, happens all the time.

Totally, yeah.

Oh, my God. Listen to this.

It has been insane here.

Harry got summoned by the Housing Council.

He promised them a dead Mantid.

When we went to dig it up,

it wasn't there.

It just, like-- like disappeared.

Sorry, I gotta run.

Oh. Okay. Uh.

Well, I'll catch up with you later?

Even though I feel everything will be okay,

in case it is not and Marea is my final destination,

I am labeling my belongings so that those

who have touched my life will have

something to remember me by.

Asta will like this since she gave it to me,

and it's just like new because I never used it.

You're welcome.

Hey.

Hello, person who does not knock.

What are you doing here without Asta?

- We're not always together. - Yes, you are.

You even have one of those four-legged bicycles.

It's called a tandem bike, the Beast, you know.

I can remember when we got it, this flea market.

Asta acted like we had found gold.

I said it was a death trap, but she was so excited.

So we bought it and fixed it up over the weekend.

And then when we got on it, we just immediately fell.

We fell again and again and again.

And then something clicked, and we--

we found our balance, and we just--

we were like this team, you know.

We were unshakable.

We were just this--

This force, and--

And now I don't--

I don't know.

Next time, just say, "We bought a bike."

See, this is why I came to you.

You're not sentimental.

It's like talking to a plant.

Oh, look, there's an actual plant,

just what you were looking for.

Goodbye.

I'm barely holding on.

I'm, um... I'm scared of where my mind's going.

And I'm really scared of what I might do if I'm alone.

You did not come here to talk about bicycles or plants.

Asta gave me some money to deposit,

and I got drunk, and I lost it,

and then I lied to my best friend,

and she actually believed me.

Oh, so the lie did its job.

Yeah, but...

she's supposed to know me better than anyone.

And if she just believes the lie,

it's like she can't--

it's like she can't see me, like, the real me.

If I could see the real you, what color hair would you have?

Brown.

Asta's trusting.

She's a trusting person. She trusted you.

Yeah, but Asta used to see through my bullshit every time.

And now she just believes me?

I mean, it's like--

she--she--she knows I'm a liar.

Well, I told Asta that I had a solution for the Mantid.

I do not. I am a liar also.

Up top, deceiver.

But you don't care if she believes you.

I do.

If she can't tell that I'm lying, then who am I?

Do I even exist?

Should--should I?

What do you mean, should you exist?

You--you already do exist.

Oh.

Yeah.

Oh.

Let's call Asta on the phone, hmm?

So she can say everything's okay,

even though she knows it's not?

Asta won't admit it.

But she and a whole lot of other people

would be better off if I wasn't in their lives.

I don't need somebody to lie to me.

I just--I need somebody to answer the question.

What is the question?

I don't feel good about my life.

Why should I keep going?

If you would have asked me this question

when I first came to Earth, I would answer differently.

I wanted all humans to die, even you.

But I've changed.

I see the value of human life,

even yours.

What's the value?

Every dream I ever had is dead.

Sometimes at night, I just--

I just walk around for hours.

And I look up at the sky,

and I just feel so small...

And so worthless.

If you were worthless, Mr. and Mrs. Mayor

would not have their baby.

You are not small.

You are part of that sky

that you were looking up at.

Me too.

This old woman that I met--

she was violent; she hit me.

But she also taught me about something called Nanama.

It is how we are all connected.

I am in you. - Ew.

- And--and you are in me. - Gross.

And if you were not here, the world would be incomplete.

What happened to you?

Did you grow a soul or something?

My species do not have souls.

But you just told me the old lady,

she said we're all connected.

Did you feel connected? - Yes.

That's your soul, dumbass.

You obviously grew one.

That's why you felt connected.

Get the hell out of here!

I will not.

I'm really a human.

Yeah.

Welcome aboard.

It is really hard.

Maybe it is not.

Maybe the problem is, humans make it hard

when it's really easy.

♪ Moonlight shining through the trees ♪

Here it is.

It's a tree.

No, it's the Fairy Tree.

Yeah, okay.

Do you really expect me to believe that fairies are real?

Did you ever think you would believe aliens were real?

Well, you got me there.

My Aunt Kathy brought me here when I was little.

She said this is where the fairies live

and that I should leave a mint for them.

So now whenever I feel lost,

I come here to remind myself

the world is full of magic and hope.

I think the day I believe the world is magic

is the day that I'm standing in my house

with my baby in my arms.

I'm so sorry you're going through this.

I can't imagine how terrible you feel.

I think it was really sweet of you to bring me here.

Did you want to leave a mint for them?

Oh, you can do it.

I just left one a couple of days ago,

and now it's gone.

- Hmm. - Maybe the squirrels.

Still feels good, though.

Sometimes when you feel helpless,

like there's nothing you can do,

at least you're doing something.

Okay.

Yeah. - Yeah.

♪ Moonlight shine on down

♪ And shine on me

I do not see the dead Mantid with you.

Prepare the shuttle for Marea.

No, wait.

I have come with a new offer.

You are in no position to negotiate.

Well, if you return my alien energy,

I will kill the Mantid and bring it to you here,

ridding the galaxy of this dangerous threat.

And if I do not, the Greys can have me.

My clients prefer assets with actual value.

And isn't this exactly what you offered before?

Yes, but things have changed.

The Greys wanted me to kill the Mantid

so they could keep stealing babies' souls--

disgusting.

But what if I told you there is another being

that can grow a soul?

Impossible.

Not even humans can grow a soul from nothing.

Not impossible.

I am living proof.

I am that being that grew a human soul right here.

Let the record show the defendant

is pointing to his penis.

My pe--penis?

No, no, not even cl-- the penis is down here.

I mean, sometimes it's over here.

Sometimes it's over here.

And when I'm jogging, it's like--

I mean, you don't even know where.

But I'm pointing to my heart.

Let the record show the human penis is in the heart.

God.

If I fail to kill the Mantid,

the Greys can have me and my soul.

But only if they agree to give up

Mr. and Mrs. Mayor's baby now and forever.

Having the ability to grow their own souls

instead of transporting them from Earth

would be greatly beneficial to the Greys.

Baby shipping costs have gone through the roof.

But how do we know you actually

grew this soul you're referring to?

He would not have made such a selfless offer otherwise.

If the defendant is offering himself as collateral,

we agree to relinquish all claims

to the human baby in question.

Then this council accepts your offer

and will grant your energy...

To an executor

who will provide it to you at their discretion.

An executor?

The ultimate prize for enduring

all the challenges on Earth

has been something beyond any possession:

a human soul.

Hey, Jay, does this money drop envelope

belong to the diner?

Looks like one of Dan's.

Yeah.

Where'd you find this?

Mail carrier dropped it off at the station.

I'm guessing there's about $2,000 in there.

He said somebody dropped it in the mailbox next to the bank.

Hmm.

Can't imagine who would have done that.

♪ Yeah, we all

There's the bank.

There's the drop box thingy.

Eat this money bag. Num, num, num.

♪ I know we don't deserve it ♪

Oh. I peed.

♪ But we need it anyhow

♪ We hang in the balance

♪ Dangle 'tween hell and hallowed ground ♪

But perhaps the best part of being human is,

no matter how difficult life gets,

we always have hope.

♪ And every single one of us ♪

♪ Could use some mercy now

♪ Every single one of us could use some mercy ♪

Ben, is that you?

Oh, my God. Oh.

Ben! Ben!

Honey?

Is that her? - Yeah.

Hi.

Unfortunately, sometimes all of your hope

sits in a single jar

and is handed to the last person in the galaxy

you would want to have control over it.

Daddy?

♪ My church and my country

♪ Could use a little mercy now ♪

♪ As they sink into a poisoned pit ♪

♪ It's gonna take forever to climb out ♪