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Previously on "Resident Alien"...

I think the killer is a giant alien Mantid.

We'll take that under consideration.

Why are you here?

Someone has to watch the diner.

I'm adopting you.

I don't even like you.

Is Harry Vanderspeigle an alien?

No.

So this is the new man.

There's no new man.

We work together at the clinic.

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

Jesus Christ, Jimmy.

Asta gave me some money to deposit,

and I got drunk, and I lost it.

I don't feel good about my life.

Why should I keep going?

I will kill the Mantid.

And if I do not, the Greys can have me

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

This council accepts your offer

and will grant your energy to an executor.

Daddy?

♪ I was dancing with my darling ♪

♪ To the Tennessee Waltz

♪ When an old friend I happened to see ♪

♪ I introduced her to my loved one ♪

♪ And while they were dancing ♪

♪ My friend stole my sweetheart from me ♪

♪ I remember the night

♪ And the Tennessee Waltz

♪ The beautiful Tennessee Waltz ♪

Humans are born dependent on a parent for survival.

They require a close emotional bond to feel safe,

and later, to trust that the parent will not

murder them for wrecking the car on prom night.

I do not want an emotional bond with my father.

I only want him to give me what he has

in that little tube, my alien energy,

and to stop adjusting the thermostat.

You see, I--I did the Earth Simulator,

so I get Live and Laugh.

But I will never understand Love.

Uh...

Oh, man, really, honestly,

are we trying to heat the whole neighborhood here?

- Father... - No.

You call me Ed or sir or sire.

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

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

before my mission.

Yeah, well, I think one reason for that is

because you weren't supposed to stay.

I thought you might mention that.

Really? Why would I?

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

So yeah, I thought I might.

That's a good one.

Fath--Ed, Ed. Uh, tea.

Huh?

Yeah.

You know, yes, I did fail my mission.

Yeah.

But failing does not make me a failure.

I have that on a sign just above the john.

Yeah?

Since then, I have done very well.

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

oh, hey, this--

this is what I am most proud of.

Meet Bridget.

Oh.

No, thanks. I'm not hungry.

Son of a bitch.

Bridget! - Asshole!

That was your grandson.

No, no.

Are you copulating with humans?

Humans consider interspecies coitus

a paraphilic mental disease.

Me?

I just call it sick.

Wow, that was a very thorough simulator.

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

try to make a baby

by rutting your elbow up my gallbladder.

This simulator has some blind spots.

Ed...

well...

You obviously do not like Earth

or anyone on it.

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

The Council let me decide

whether or not to give you your energy back.

Right now, it's a hard no.

I do not think it is fair that the Council is

forcing you to decide the fate of your son.

No, I begged for it.

I said, "I know him best.

I raised him."

You did try to kill me 11 times.

So now it's my fault for coddling you.

No. It's just...

I told the Council that I could kill

this Mantid that's running around.

And I can't do that without the energy.

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

Our people don't have souls.

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

Our species is cold and without mercy.

And you are a weak human embarrassment,

a weenie boy.

I am not a weenie boy.

I will prove to you I am just as ruthless

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

Seriously, come on.

How hard is that?

D'arcy still not picking up?

Of course not.

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

even though she told me to my face

that she deposited it.

Well, does she know you got it back?

No.

She's probably out committing crimes right now,

trying to replace it.

And when she goes to prison for those,

I'm not going to visit.

And she can forget about asking me

to write a letter to the parole board.

The answer is no.

You've given it some thought.

Hello, humans!

You are all stupid.

And the pie is garbage.

Oh.

Hi.

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

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

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

So just go with it.

Go with it. - Oh, is this--

I said quiet! And seat us, you wench.

Oh, no...

I'm going to clean that up.

Mm-hmm.

But not all of it.

Not--not--

not this piece.

That's staying there.

Hi.

Yeah.

Hey.

Hi.

Hey.

Did you sleep?

No.

No, I just stared at her

like she wasn't even real.

How did this happen?

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

No idea.

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

Yeah.

Now all we have to do is explain to everyone

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

I mean, everyone's going to ask.

But don't worry.

I came up with a plan.

It's very simple.

We only hide her for five months.

Then you start wearing a pregnancy belly

that I have fashioned from candle wax,

making it just a little bit bigger every month

from all those pine candles that people keep returning.

Get a little pine belly built up.

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

Unfortunately, we can't get to the hospital

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

had the road shut down.

So we have to have the baby at home.

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

And eventually, we plant it under a pear tree.

Oh!

Need a pear tree.

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

right now?

Three months?

You adopted a baby?

Oh.

Uh, yeah.

Exactly.

Sorry we couldn't tell you, pal.

Um, but these things fall through--

you know, a lot of lawyers.

Will I get less allowance now?

- No. - No.

Cool.

What's its name?

Oh, well, we were just--

Bacynthia.

What?

Bacynthia.

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

Fine.

Don't take my calls.

You know, I asked you straight out,

did you make the deposit?

And you said yes.

Why?

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

you didn't come home last night?

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

to leave the baby alone forever.

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

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

when you're on a bender.

I'm glad about the baby.

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

because I was thinking about killing myself.

But I decided to stop drinking.

And I found an AA meeting.

And then I stayed at Judy's.

Oh, my God, D'arcy.

And I'm sorry about the money.

I'll pay you back.

No, it's fine.

It's fine. It turned up.

Oh.

Good.

Can I have some?

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

What are you doing up there?

Oh, nothing. I--

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

in case you were wearing wool.

Uh, you know, I'm starving.

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

Do you mean my son?

He's staying with friends

in case his grandfather said something like,

"Where is that little snack?"

Now, why don't you show me

where that tube of alien energy is?

I got your energy right here.

Just to be clear,

what part of the human body is that?

Gallbladder.

You're right.

I'm so stupid.

Ooh.

My energy.

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

Did you see how slowly I cleaned up that glass?

I was merciless.

You weren't merciless.

You were just a dick.

Look, what I'm talking about

is an empty, dead-eyed killing machine.

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

You take that back!

I have killed so many humans.

I have killed this doctor

whose skin suit I am wearing right now.

You came here to kill every human on Earth,

and instead, you became one.

You went soft.

I am not soft.

Ho-ho!

I retrieved a device from the 1970s

for the Greys to destroy our entire species.

But you didn't.

Yes, but if I did,

then you would not be here talking about it.

Of course not.

I'd be dead.

But then you would be sorry.

How can I be sorry if I'm dead?

Nothing lives on after death.

That's not true.

As a human, I grew a soul.

Souls are immortal.

Right now, I am stronger than death.

OK, tough guy.

You came here to kill every human on Earth.

I'll give you your energy back

if you kill just one.

- One human? - Mm-hmm.

Ah, I mean, give me a real challenge.

Ask me to kill something truly dangerous.

What did the simulator say about ducks?

One human...

by tonight.

See the bite marks?

Identical to the hiker's chomped-off head.

Poor Bambi.

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

His mother was the victim.

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

I'll be a wreck for months.

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

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

was, your FBI buddy Jules was wrong.

The serial killer didn't move on.

And it's a Mantid.

See these cigarette butts on the ground?

That's proof.

It smokes after it eats.

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

It's a shapeshifter. - I know.

Could be anybody.

Could be the mayor.

Could be Deputy Fred.

It could be me.

No.

You don't have what it takes

to bite a head off a human.

Ugh, another disappointment.

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

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

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

if I give me reason to.

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

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

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

the person leading the investigation

so I could point it away from me.

Wait, you mean Jules?

Sir, is it possible you're jealous

of her spending so much time with Lena?

I don't get jealous of aliens.

If anything, aliens are jealous of me.

For good reason.

I'm really sorry about getting mad at you

about the money.

Don't do that.

Just be mad.

That's why I went to Harry.

I knew you'd let me off the hook.

Wait, you went to Harry instead of me?

Yeah, because I knew

he wouldn't try to kiss it all better.

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

and I've nailed them.

And I'm going to nail being sober.

And if I need somebody, I have a sponsor.

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

All right?

Yeah, totally.

Look at you.

What?

You really want to fix this.

No. No, I don't.

I--I don't even care.

- Liar. - I--

Hey, come here.

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

Now I gotta be there for me.

Well, then you have no shot.

Separating from a parent

or even someone who acts like a parent

is scary for humans, and hard...

And very, very hard

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

Ho-ho!

I cannot wait to kill a human.

Yeah?

Ah, the weather is perfect today for murder,

which I'll be doing.

Ah, ah!

I got my afternoon kill coffee.

Boy, oh, boy.

If I don't drink this,

I cannot kill anybody.

Is that why you wrote down the address

of a local mortuary?

I was calling to make sure they had enough room

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

Yeah, because if you're trying to pass off

an already dead body as a fresh kill,

you know, you have to remember,

I still have my superior olfactory senses.

In fact, right now, for some reason,

I'm smelling deodorant soap

that was last used three days ago.

Hey, Harry, I need to talk to you.

Wait, you're an alien again?

Hello, I'm over here.

That is my father then.

How is it that there's someone in this town

who can see aliens

and you let him live?

Oh, he tried to kill me lots of times,

but I always outsmarted him.

You're not helping.

I came to tell you that my mom asked

about you being an alien.

I told her you're not,

but I might change my mind and tell her the truth

unless you pay me $346.

Good Lord, it gets worse and worse.

My own son letting himself be bullied by a child.

No, I--certainly not.

Certainly not!

I'll write you a check.

Don't cash it till Friday.

Oh, my gosh, she is so cute.

Sir, do you want to hold her?

Hell, no.

Neither should you.

This baby was raised by aliens.

For all we know, it could crawl up your anus

and live inside you.

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

'cause I always keep my anus clenched.

This is every day for me.

Let me know if you want any sphincter exercises.

Oh, I won't let you know anything.

Bye.

- Oh, no. - What is it?

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

Sir, I would like to remind you

that Jules being a Mantid is only a theory,

and only yours.

Maybe temper your expectations.

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

That's what I'm going to do.

That's not how it's used.

I made some changes for efficiency.

Mm-hmm.

OK.

Like the little butter pats that we throw out

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

and I ordered these cute tiny paper cups

that you can put butter in only when someone asks.

But the butter guy saved my life in Nam,

so you need to fix that.

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

But see, nothing burned down,

and I made everything look really nice

for you to come home to.

Yes, you did.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I think I'll get rid of the place.

Wait, what?

Yeah.

You know, being out on the road,

doing what I loved,

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

I started thinking, maybe I should sell the place,

or at least find someone else to run it.

You found someone. Me.

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

I don't know.

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

Well, because I know you'd say yes.

Because you want to help.

And then you'd just keep running it forever.

And?

It'd be another excuse

for you never to leave town.

You think I should leave?

Well, I didn't say that.

But come on.

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

I've never thought about it, Dad.

Where is this even coming from?

It's coming from I love you.

Between the Army and my band,

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

You haven't gotten past Denver.

How about New York City?

Also, let's not forget the moon.

OK, I'll give you the moon.

I get it.

I should leave.

Why not?

I'm not needed here.

You don't need me.

D'arcy doesn't need me.

Apparently, she has Harry now,

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

Huh?

You know, I might as well hit the road.

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

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

Veteran.

You know what I meant.

I heard my name.

What was that about?

Not sure.

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

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

Looks great.

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

I think it's for you.

Go.

Yeah, yeah.

Sheriff.

Hi.

Come on in, I guess.

Hey, ladies.

Sorry to interrupt your--

what is that?

Pasta salad.

Well, which is it?

Those are two entirely different food groups.

What are you doing here, Mike?

Um, we need to talk.

Why don't I give you two some privacy?

Thank you.

So talk.

I know she still looks like an FBI agent,

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

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

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

List? Who else is on this list?

Well, I was.

But--but I'm not anymore,

so you don't have to worry about that.

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

you have come all the way from not believing in aliens

to thinking that you are one.

I--

Mike, I love you,

but maybe that leave of absence that you took

needed to be a little longer.

I don't--

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

or--or I do, or something.

So that's it then?

I'm sorry.

Dr. Smallwood.

Dr. Vanderspeigle.

Why did you call me in?

I don't have an appointment.

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

ask you a few questions.

It's just routine.

Number one, do you have anyone who would miss you

or ask annoying questions if you were dead?

- Doctor? - Hmm.

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

- Now. - Right in the--

really--

Let's go.

OK. - Yeah.

Hey, there.

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

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

The newest member of the Hawthorne family.

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

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

You know, sign here. Initial there.

Kate was a champ.

We're getting a pear tree.

But that's not related.

What's her name?

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

It's not that.

Oh, she likes you.

I know, right?

Have you two met?

I mean, she's a baby.

Where would we have met?

Baby Town?

Baby Land City?

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

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

Just gotta get home.

I'm not feeling well.

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

- Oh. - Yeah.

Congratulations. Yeah.

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

I told you she was on that ship.

Hmm.

She knows something.

Yeah.

Why did you write "DNR"

on the charts of all of our senior patients?

Because I am looking for someone to kill.

Oh.

My father will not restore my alien energy

unless I prove that I can kill a human.

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

and kill the Mantid.

So instead of being all Mrs. Judgy-Pants,

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

Maybe it'll make her heart stop.

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

No killing,

especially not to please your dad.

God, I get it.

Trust me.

Because then you kill someone for him,

and you do your best at it,

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

And in the end, it doesn't matter,

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

That road trip started normal,

but then it ran into a ditch.

No, just no killing.

It is never OK.

You killed that guy, the man with the gun.

Shh.

That was to save you.

Oh.

So what you're saying is,

if someone tried to kill you,

I could kill them.

I have a job for you.

She works at the clinic.

My hero!

No.

And if you need to hear me say the words,

do not hire someone to kill me.

Got it?

Loud and clear.

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

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

And kill him.

Humans are driven by choice.

Sometimes the choice is difficult,

like selecting a pizza topping,

unless one of the choices is anchovies.

Those are cat food.

Other times, the choice is easy,

like killing the man who hurt Asta.

I come home to that!

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

So it is good for everyone if he dies.

I will be a hero,

and not like teachers and nurses.

I mean a real hero.

Ow!

Ow? That is not correct.

He is supposed to be dead.

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

What other lies have I fallen for?

Harry?

And stay down!

I'm so sorry.

Let me help you up.

Whoops. - Ow, ooh.

Lena's not answering.

She hasn't picked up all day,

which only means one of two things.

Either she's mad at me,

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

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

Deputy, she does a lot of Pilates,

so odds favor it happening there.

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

Cool off?

Deputy, I should be the one cooling off.

Because she didn't believe me.

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

I could probably guess.

Yes, you could.

Deputy, I owe you an apology.

When you first told me about all this alien stuff,

I didn't--

I didn't listen.

And I should have listened.

And I didn't support you,

and I should have supported you.

I'm truly sorry about that.

Thank you, sir.

This whole case has been a lot, I know.

I guess, for me,

admitting that Jules actually is the Mantid

means the real Jules could be dead.

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

Yeah, I know.

And look, hell, I may be wrong.

Maybe--maybe Jules isn't the Mantid.

You know, we just gotta--

just gotta be sure before we can rule it out.

That makes sense.

So what's the plan?

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

Oh.

Easy.

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

I am terrible at stitching.

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

Do you want a stick to bite on?

I'm all right.

A couple of stitches is nothing.

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

He was a doctor?

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

He hurt you.

Only when he'd had a few.

Or sometimes when he hadn't.

I always thought bad humans were born bad,

that it was in their DNA, like hair color

or liking those plain house salads that have no flavor.

But maybe it is the parent,

the first person a child trusts

who has the ability to mold that child

into who they will become.

Jimmy?

Asta.

Harry?

What's going on?

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

so you can't be mad.

You what?

Oh, Jesus.

What's wrong?

Is it bad?

No, no, it looks good.

Harry's stitches look great.

Could you hold this?

It's sanitary.

What did I say about killing people?

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

OK, I understand.

And believe me, I have thought about it too.

But no.

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

Yeah, but no lollipop for him.

How's Jay doing?

She's fine.

We don't need to talk.

Thanks for taking care of me.

Just doing my job.

Just like old times, right?

Remember that time I had to crawl through the window,

and I sliced my hand open?

You mean that time you broke the window

after losing your keys and blaming me?

I know I screwed up.

You were the only solid thing in my life.

Everyone always left, but not you.

You could have left 1,000 times.

You probably should have.

But you always stayed.

I said don't talk.

The eagle has just ordered drinks.

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

It's a sting operation, not your diary.

For the record, I'm the eagle.

You're the pigeon.

Negative, sir. Jules is the pigeon.

We're trapping her.

You think an eagle eats pigeons?

An eagle is a proud bird.

It eats king salmon,

maybe a nice muskrat.

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

Thanks.

That proves she's not the real Jules.

I needed this.

Work has been crazy.

I rarely have time for anything fun anymore.

Yeah, me too.

So, hey, I think I know someone

who trained with you at Quantico.

Remind me, who was your training officer?

Gosh, there were so many.

Who's your friend?

I--I don't know.

Tell her your friend's name is Elvis Presley.

This drink is tasty.

Deputy, say Elvis Presley.

We're setting a trap for her.

You say Elvis Presley, and if she says

anything other than, "He has the same name

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

All right, look, say it just like this.

"Oh, I remember now.

My friend's name is Elvis Aaron Presley."

Go ahead, do it.

It tastes like there's lemon in there.

What if we name her Lucy,

like Lucy in the sky,

because she's from the sky?

Ooh, how about Abducterina, because she was abducted?

Then she'll always be reminded of her trauma.

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

This isn't one of those times.

Um, honey?

Hmm?

Why is our son blackmailing the town doctor?

So where would I go?

Pardon?

So far today, two people have told me

I stay when I should leave.

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

Where would I go?

Well, I don't know.

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

I mean, you make your own decisions.

If you decide to live in Patience, great.

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

But if it's a choice, that means knowing

what else is out there.

Besides the moon?

Besides that.

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

I used to get so scared.

I'd crawl up into it, and I wanted

to lay right in the middle with you.

On me.

The rest was enormous.

You know, the edges were really far away.

And beyond that was dark.

I liked it in the middle, Dad.

It wasn't so scary.

You have this great talent

for making the best of what life gives you.

But sometimes it makes you accept whatever you have.

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

but just don't let it keep you

from taking that first step off the mattress.

Oh, don't talk.

Just listen. - What's wrong?

Already talking.

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

Like, it is crucial for my sobriety.

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

and I saw Daisy for the first time in forever,

and I had to lie to them again,

like, right to their faces.

It was hard,

and I wanted a drink,

like, bad.

And I thought I had this whole thing under control,

but it turns out I do not,

which maybe that's the point.

So I called my sponsor.

Honestly, this whole thing is weird,

and it's scary and hard.

But I have to be honest.

So now that the baby is safe,

I want to tell Ben and Kate the truth--

like, all of it.

And I know you have feelings about this.

So you can come with me if you want.

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

Let's go.

OK.

All right, you know what?

Let's--let's switch gears.

Um, ask her something

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

Fifth grade.

What?

I was just thinking about it.

OK.

What about it?

Us--like, fond memories.

Like that time on the playground,

remember, on the swings?

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

You remember what you said?

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

That time?

Oh, so you--

you do remember.

Oh, it's work.

I'm going to take this outside.

I'll be right back.

OK.

Jules is not the Mantid, sir.

No one but her would remember that story.

You might not want to hear this,

but your profile said the Mantid was someone

close to the investigation.

Deputy, don't finish that.

I don't want it to be Lena either,

and it probably isn't,

but you have to admit, it would fit.

There's only one way to find out.

Eh.

Father.

What, no corpse?

Nothing fun, like a severed head?

I take it you failed to kill a human.

I chose not to kill a human.

Hmm, you were always the weak one.

Now, your brother--

Was the strong one.

You have got to be kidding me.

Well, he did everything I asked of him.

But if I'm being honest,

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

And if he doesn't, I will.

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

I tried many times.

But it feels impossible now.

Well?

You want me to kill this?

It's only half a human.

He's just scraps that you throw away.

Well, then it won't take long.

Kill him!

Only him.

Then you can be an alien again

and save all of humanity from the Mantid.

You're only struggling with killing the boy

because you're human.

And once you become one of us again,

you won't care that he's dead.

I'm sorry, Max.

Quiet.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes!

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

Huh?

Oh!

I hope I've made you proud, Father.

Ha-ha!

Ooh, look at that.

Ooh, I forgot how tall I was.

Ho-ho-ho!

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

Agent Gardner.

How you doing?

I'm good, I'm good.

Thank you.

Sorry to hear you and Lena are having some problems.

Yeah, that's--

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

Uh, have you noticed anything unusual

about Lena's behavior lately?

I know she was a little disappointed

the investigation was over.

I think she enjoyed the excitement.

Everything all right, Sheriff?

Uh, yeah, every--uh...

Everything's good.

By gosh, I think he's got it.

So what are you doing now?

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

Get out of my head.

But it's so interesting up there.

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

I need you to freeze.

Such a complicated mind, not as linear and readable

as Deputy Dumb Questions in there.

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

What are you going to do?

You going to shoot an FBI agent

right here on the street?

And then what?

Explain that it was a space alien?

I'll shoot.

No, you won't.

But I'll do it for you.

You can't kill me.

But I can kill you.

I'd do it right now,

but a dead sheriff might cause a fuss.

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

See you at the mining festival tomorrow.

I heard a gunshot. What happened?

You had drinks with the damn Mantid,

that's what.

You killed your own dad to save me.

And to get my alien energy back.

And to save me.

Yes.

Because even though you said you are not my friend,

I am yours.

And this is what real friends do for one another.

Sometimes they kill their own fathers with a fireplace poker.

You're smiling.

Don't make it weird. What?

Ah! Oh.

What the [bleep]?

See, this is why you knock.