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Previously, on Home Invasion.

- We're not Mormon. - Then what are you?

Initiating lock-down.

- You need to calm down. - We're going to be invaded.

In an hour you'll all be gone.

Good night, Jenny. Bye, Nai Nai.

Dear God, what's that?

You know who this is. Your call had better be important.

- Risk my vengeance after the beep. - Señor Stan...

There is something very strange going on here.

I don't know how to put it. It's almost...

Alien.

Well hello, little guy.

Have you been here the whole time?

Interesante.

What are you...?

Yeah, well that's not ominous at all.

So dark... Anything could be hiding in the shadows.

- At least we won't see it coming. - Oh, you will.

Unless you don't.

And even then you might.

I have no idea what's down there.

How do you not know what's in your own basement?

It's not ours, it's CASIE's.

Technically, it is CASIE.

Say what?

CASIE controls some aspects of the house,

but the entire basement is under her direct command.

The basement has been a restricted area for years.

Why is it restricted?

I might have used the mining equipment

to depict various geometric shapes on some farmland.

Al got caught making crop circles.

- Of course. - What is an artist without his art?

How long has it been since you went down there?

Quite some time.

And I think we'd like to keep it that way.

Relax, guys, I can get the party started again.

- Where did you get... - I carry spares.

- This isn't supposed to be a party. - Don't sell yourself short.

You've got a cool hologram babe, but let's kick things up a notch.

Some lasers, some fog, a few fire dancers...

Maybe a guy in the back doing the haka?

- You're right. - He is?

No. God, no. He is always wrong.

She's right.

This isn't supposed to be a party.

It isn't supposed to be easy.

We've got a job to do.

I came here to save Mick.

And now we've got something way more important to do.

Okay, thanks.

We've got to save the world, Mick. That includes you.

We?

You want to live to see retirement. That's great.

And you want your promotion. I want that for you.

You said you like this planet, just the way it is.

Don't you want to keep it that way?

You're right.

A few hours ago I was getting ready to leave this wonderful planet.

I wanted to take a bit with me, but now it will all be little bits.

So, I am going to go down into the basement,

and nothing, especially no sassy, all-powerful computer

intent on my destruction, is going to stop me.

Yeah! Go me!

Or you. Or us.

This is suicide, do you know that?

Only if we die.

Let's do this.

Wait!

Al... Just be careful.

I'll make you proud, kiddo.

He just teleported, right?

Can somebody tell me he just teleported?

I really don't think so.

You should have seen your face.

This is nice.

It's like confetti. Sorry about the smell, I can't help that.

You evil bitch.

I'm sorry, but "restricted area" means "restricted area".

Just kidding, I'm not sorry.

You killed me!

Al?

Ow.

- He's alive. But that's... - That's impossible.

- It's supposed to keep... - staff out.

Anything not from this planet.

But Al...

- The one downstairs... - He was made on this planet.

The coaster must have duplicated him with materials made on this planet.

He's 100% Al, just made of Earth crap.

- Literally? - So he's from Earth?

But he's an alien?

The important thing is the barrier thinks he's human.

And humans can go through it.

So that means that she can't do anything to stop us...

Challenge accepted.

Okay, awesome! You guys do have lasers.

- Alright, let's rock. - After all that, you just kill us?

Pretty anti-climactic, huh?

I'm not going to kill you just yet. First I'll give you some closure.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Closure.

Really, CASIE?

- Do you trust me? - No!

- That's a shame. - No, no, no!

Forget it. Let's be anti-climactic.

Kill them.

Wait.

Are you guys...

aliens?

Him first.

Hey, Al.

Are you okay?

Oh, I'm sorry?

- Were you talking to me? - You're Al, aren't you?

Am I?

- You mean you don't know? - Give him a break. He just...

Lost someone who was like a brother to me.

More than a brother. He was actually myself.

Maybe even more myself than me myself is.

Yeah, that.

- Al, hello? - Hey...

Al, are you still with us?

- Who is you? Who is anyone? - Oh boy.

If we're all a collection of selves, and we lose ourselves,

what's left of us?

- Nothing, if the planet explodes. - You're not helping.

I'm j...

- I am me. - Yes.

- And I'm not. - No.

But I'm wearing me's clothes.

How do you mourn yourself?

- What... When... How...? - Listen to me.

Listen to me.

I get what you're going through.

- You do? - No, nobody gets that.

But the bottom line is, you have lost yourself,

and you need to find... yourself...

again?

You're dead, and that sucks, but you're also alive, and that's great.

And we need you.

Upstairs Val, Jamie and Zeb need you.

Well, Zeb actually just needs a strong male role model in his life.

That doesn't matter. Val and Jamie need you.

- Val? - Yeah.

Jamie.

- My family? - Yeah.

Don't let Al's death be in vain.

Al...

We all need you to fight.

Okay.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Okay. - Okay.

Okay!

Great.

Existential crisis averted.

- What now? - Well, now...

we save the world.

- Here? - Yeah. This is happening.

Oh, what the hell is this?

Well, clearly, this is a basement.

No. Four walls, concrete floor, too many spiders...

That's a basement. This...

No. Infinite walls, matter converters, the intergalactic zoo...

That's a basement.

- No, none of that is a basement. - Agree to disagree.

No all we have to do is find CASIE's core and shut her down.

Oh, is that all?

So, where is that?

Well... I'm not going to lie to you.

Actually, can I lie to you?

- Al. Don't tell me you don't know. - Okay. I won't.

I can't...

If you had to guess where it might be...

- Well, let me think. - It's almost...

Hey, buddy. Are you okay?

Low blood sugar again? Somebody needs a snack.

Maybe we should...

Retreat!

Great idea. Where to?

- Not here! - You need to be a bit more specific.

Oh, man. This is no longer fun.

- Wow, move over, Babe Ruth. - Who do you think taught him to hit?

If I could become solid, the first thing I would do is strangle you.

The feeling is mutual.

Jamie, grab party boy and let's get out of here.

I'd love to, but I'm kind of busy.

Oh, God.

- Jamie, do we have a backup plan? - I always have a backup plan.

Go upstairs.

Wait, wait. If we don't move, then it can't see us, right?

You can stand still, I'm running away.

If you do it, I'll do it.

We can go through the art gallery.

If this is the art gallery, where is the art?

What do you mean?

How is that question in any way vague?

I think we found the art.

Hi, Mom. You're looking good today.

This is my nightmare!

- Did you see that? - See what?

What the...

- Crap. I was afraid of this. - What?

- They're re-calibrating. - Re-calibrating?

Adaptive defenses. From now on, don't use the same weapon twice.

- What do we do? - Get in!

My God, they are working together.

I think we lost it.

I think we lost us.

We will find our way. Half of success is trying.

Great. Death by motivational poster.

Cows?

So that's where CASIE put them. I was wondering where they went.

Wait... So aliens do abduct cows?

The '70s were a really weird time.

You guys had disco and bell bottoms, and we abducted cows.

Maybe we should keep moving. It is starting to feel like a pris...

I'm sorry. Go on. What were you going to say?

- Like a what? - Like a...

Like a prison? That's what you were going to say, right?

- As if you would know. - Oh, here we go again.

How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?

Say it and mean it? Once.

Maybe it doesn't matter how many times I say it.

Maybe you're just looking for someone to blame.

- I'm looking for someone to blame? - So...

Do all humans argue this much or is it just you two?

This is pretty much our entire species in a nutshell.

Val and I have been blending in perfectly then.

Oh great, another hallway. This is really helping, Tom.

You don't have to follow me.

Should... We...

Yeah.

This is not me following you.

I didn't ask you to break into my office and rope me into your scheme.

Crazy.

Do you know what's crazy?

Seven years ago, golden boy and his best friend did a routine break-in.

- The Lowell job was not routine. - It was the same as the one before.

Al, you have never seen a more sophisticated security system.

- Well, technically this... - Only this time,

- he screws up and trips the alarm. - I didn't. You did.

I was stumbling around looking for him, and he'd already snuck out.

You never told me you were looking for me.

I guess it never came up when you never came to see me.

- Should I have stayed and got caught? - You don't get it.

The only reason you didn't go away was because I didn't squeal.

I took the blame for all the break-ins.

You know I would take it back if I could.

No, you had seven years to do that. But you didn't.

While I did my stretch, you went to law school.

You couldn't get a stain on your perfect record.

But you always have a stain on your record. Me.

If you want to blame me for that night, fine.

But don't blame me for everything else you screwed up in your life.

Don't blame me for tonight.

It's funny how you still can't mention the seven years in between.

Well... We may not know where we are, but he does.

Cow room, go! Now!

Can CASIE get in here?

I'd like to see her try. This room is like a fortress.

- You sure about that? - I said it's like a fortress.

I like my doors like I like my women, strong,

but I don't think that's gonna hold.

I have a trick or two up my sleeve.

Hello, my babies.

Young lady, you are so grounded.

- What does that one do? - Try it and find out.

Nice.

Hey, I know those guys.

They're my best friends.

That's not a part of my game. My game isn't even a game at all.

Why are there so many cows?

Is he gone?

No.

I always imagined I'd go like this.

Trapped by a T-Rex in a basement with cows while the world explodes.

Any bright ideas, Al?

Bright ideas really aren't his strong suit.

It's you! It's really you, isn't it?

Al.

Sophie? You can talk!

- Okay. - What?

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