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Previously, on
"Resident Alien"...

You are the Greys.
What are you going to do?

We will destroy you
and everyone you care about.

There's alien activity here.

- I know it.
- What are you gonna do?

Call the Alien Tracker and
tell him to come to Patience

and find himself an alien.

I need a refill
on these pain meds.

These can be
very addictive.

- Who's Mary Ellen Taylor?
- My mom.

I liked my life
the way it was, still do.

I don't think
this guy's an alien.

Did you notice
anything different

about that new lunch lady?
She might be MIB.

MIB stole the baby
last night.

What assholes,
exclamation mark!

Our first battery of exams

haven't detected
any extraterrestrial DNA,

but our next round
of experimental tests...

Forget it.
I'm going in.

Yes, ma'am.

I'll inform the guards
to prepare the restraints.

Restraints?

Don't bother.

He's not an alien.

None of them are.

I remember being a kid,
the pranks we'd play.

You'd do anything
to fit in, so I get it.

It's clear you look
like this dead boy.

But whose idea was it for you
to pretend to be an alien?

You can tell me.

You won't get in trouble.

If you had any idea
the hundreds of subjects,

the thousands of tests,

then you would cut
the fake-alien shit!

They're real, you know.

I saw them with my father...

when I was about your age.

Your eyes were
playing tricks on you.

I know what I saw.
Look at the damn photos.

Oh, we have.

Could have been
a weather balloon.

Who the hell are you?

It's just
and your daughter, right?

♪ Leave it alone ♪

♪ Give it a rest ♪

Dad, no!

♪ Say what you needed
to say ♪

♪ I got no happy ♪

♪ In my head ♪

♪ I miss that feeling ♪

♪ I had ♪

♪ That we're all alone ♪

Brown Bird's "Bilgewater" plays...

Laid-back acoustic strumming...

My people began
as aquatic creatures.

I am glad we grew legs
and started walking on land.

I would not want to be a fish,

in the same way
I do not want to be a human.

So much of their lives
is out of their control.

The fish swims forward
looking for food,

and when they find it, they
get yanked out of their homes

by a weird being,
measured and probed,

and then thrown back
into their home.

It is not the fish's fault.

If I was hungry and I saw
a pizza on a hook,

I might not be able to control
myself either.

It's my fault.

I spent my whole life
trying to protect you.

I should have told you
what I knew about your mother

a long time ago.

Now I understand
why you didn't.

You know, I met her
when she joined our band.

She was pregnant already.

So you were, like...

The fifth member.

Did you know my father?

Mary-Ellen kept that
to herself.

I ended up watching
you most of the time.

Then one day
she was just gone.

How do you just leave
a kid like that on a doorstep

- and not care at all?
- I don't know.

My band mates told me
to call CPS, but...

I called
an adoption lawyer instead.

You're too kind
for your own good.

It wasn't kindness;

It was love.

You were yourself, Asta,
the day you were born.

I can't make people see
how special you are,

but I always have.

I lost a drummer,
but I gained a daughter.

More than a fair trade,
I'd say.

- Thanks, Dad.
- Yeah.

Oh, I thought I heard voices.

- Morning, Kayla.
- Ben, hi

Kayla asked me
to help her with a case.

Honey, that's amazing.

See, I knew you'd back into law
when the timing was right.

What's the case?

I am helping Kayla's law firm

get a temporary
restraining order

to stop the resort
from moving forward.

Huh.

Great.

Can I get you some more coffee?

- Oh, that'd be nice, honey.
- Mm-hmm.

So, um, the judge is gonna
decide whether we've proven...

Um, whether we've proven...

Sorry, Kayla.

Look, listen,
the key to all of this

is just that we're gonna prove
that the environmental impact...

If we've proven...

Irreparable...

environmental...

Ben!

Did you say my name?

I know what you're doing.

Barista-ing?

You know what?
I'm just going to head out.

I'll let you know
what the judge says,

and, um, I'll take a rain check
on that coffee.

Oh.

And the vacuuming you
were probably about to do.

Yeah.

Was that the most mature
thing you've ever done?

Mm, top three.

Look, I know we're
on different sides

- of this resort thing.
- Mm-hmm.

Maybe it wasn't fair of me to
have a meeting like that here.

Thank you.

So we make a pact.

The second we walk
in that door,

we don't talk about the resort.

Deal.

Okay.

So stupid.

Hey, you wanted to see me?

Yes, uh...

I have, uh, something
that I wanted to tell you,

but I don't know how,
so I wrote it in a letter.

Okay, just tell me.

Okay.

"Dear, Asta, the Greys
are here to kill us all"?

That's your opening?

I wanted to get
your attention.

Good job.
It worked.

- Mm.
- Are we all gonna die?

- Again?
- Mm.

- Why are they here?
- I do not know.

It all happened very fast.
He threatened me and then left.

You are a Grey.

Yes, and you are...

Speaking in native language...

It's funny to hear it
in your accent.

I will find these Greys.
Do not worry.

You drew the Earth exploding.

But, yeah, sure,
nothing to worry about.

But the artistry is...

pretty undeniable.

You've reached
Detective Lena Torres,

Jessup PD...
Please leave a message.

Uh, hello, Detective.

It's, uh,
Mike Thompson calling.

Uh, actually,
I heard on the scanner

that you guys were dealing
with a gang of turkey thieves.

I just wanted
to make sure you know

that we can offer help or
reinforcements if you need it.

Um, actually, to me,
it's kind of crazy

somebody would want
to steal something

that looks like a peacock
had sex with a loose red sock.

But, um, anyway, um,
I was calling

because I was just wondering
what you was up to, and...

Oh, good morning, sir.

I didn't know
you were here yet.

- Here's your bear claw.
- Just one second, please.

Uh, sorry about that,
Detective.

Anyway, like I said, you
can give me a call sometime.

All right, thank you.
Bye-bye.

I knew it.

You two are gonna have
ten babies together.

Deputy, what are you doing?

- I hadn't hung up yet.
- No, I'm...

I was right on the brink
of leaving the perfect message,

and then as I'm about
to nail my triple Axel,

you come up behind me
with a lead pipe

and take out both my knees?

But I only accidentally
smashed your knees,

and it really
wasn't a lead pipe.

Like, it was more
of a soft wooden bat,

because women like babies.

I'm just... I'm gonna...

I'm gonna leave this here.

D'arcy.

Good morning, champ.

Hi.

Is it morning?

It's, like, 11:30.

Have you seen my blender lid?

No.

It's always in this drawer.
You sure you didn't move it?

I have a whole system.

I never pegged you
for a system person.

I also said "good morning."

You did.

Mmm.

Wait, do you think I'm messy?

No, not at all.

I like you being a neat freak
about your blender.

Neat freak?

I'm a neat freak
because I put things

in the drawer
where they belong?

I mean, come on, you know...

Is the carpenter
who puts separate containers

for the forks and knives
also a neat freak?

You know who was
a real neat freak?

Whoever invented numbers.

You know, each one
is its own separate thing.

What a neat freak.

You really gonna rant
at me about a blender lid?

I just need you
to help me find it.

- Here.
- Oh.

Huh.
Thank you.

You are like my little
appliances truffle pig.

Mm.

Mmm, so good.

- You want one?
- Are you okay?

You seem a little
all over the place lately.

Um, just in my head
about the hard pack tournament.

Competition mode...
It's an intense mode.

Ah, if you're stressed,
we'll skip tonight.

No, no way.

Sir, dinner is on.

Mwah!
Gonna see you tonight.

Gonna make me something
with protein in it.

Hey, Deputy.

Any word
from Detective Torres?

- No, Deputy.
- Maybe she's busy.

Maybe she don't want to have
ten babies.

Anyway, uh, weren't you
trying to get in touch

with that Alien Tracker guy?

Oh, I gave up.

I sent 60 emails.

He didn't respond to even one.

You know, I spent all this time
putting him on a pedestal.

He's probably just a jerk.

Okay, well, he's also here.

It was 62 emails, actually.

Would you care to have lunch
with a jerk?

We've got a problem.

Uh, apparently, a couple
of power-hungry lawyers

are filing
a restraining order

to temporarily stop
the resort project.

Really?
How you know that?

Well, let's just say
you don't become mayor

without having a few ears out
in the community.

- Kate's one of the lawyers.
- She sure is.

- Okay.
- Yes.

And I would blame that
for my stress headache,

but I've had that
since I was six.

Okay, you know what?

You done come
to the right place,

'cause you happen
to be in the presence

of a professional masseur.

Here, go ahead.
Take a seat.

Take a seat.
Go ahead.

- You went to massage school?
- I sure did.

- I graduated top of my class.
- Hmm.

Taught myself
in my own kitchen.

Is it too late
to stand back up?

No, no, you're fine.
Don't worry.

I learned
the old-fashioned way.

See, I practiced on cats.

If you can massage
a cat at 3:00 a. m.

Without being scratched to
death or waking your neighbor,

you graduate.

You know, the more feral,
the better.

I remember for my masters,

I found this cat
in an alleyway.

I still can't grow hair on my
left forearm, but I graduated.

Ow, well, uh,
the back pain has drowned out

the head pain, so thank you.

- Oh, you're welcome.
- Very much.

Now that you've
got a clear head,

you can start
thinking about how

to get Kate off of this resort
thing when you get home.

Uh, well, see, that's...
That's the problem.

I can't.

We agreed not to talk about
the resort when we're at home.

That's a good idea.
That's best for your marriage.

I, on the other hand, am not
married to either one of you.

Look, invite me over to dinner.

I accept.
I'll see you tonight.

Uh, I'm having a hard time
turning my head to the left?

Yes, you know what?
The cats had the same problem.

Try this.

Try hunching your back
over like this and hissing.

I'll see you later.

W-What?

I have figured out
how to stop the Greys.

What?

That's great.
What are you gonna do?

There is
another alien convention

in New Mexico next week.

It will be filled with humans

that have been probed
and implanted

by those horrible
Grey creatures.

That's true.

You could use those people
to, what, track the Greys?

No, I will kidnap the humans
and rip out their implants

and then re-implant them
in professional show dogs.

- What?
- Mm-hmm.

The Greys will be so confused.

"Why is that human
that I abducted

running around in circles
and jumping over gates?"

That will stop them
for three to five minutes.

We need to start
thinking about a plan B.

Mm, what?

Yeah.

Hey.

That guy
looks an awful lot like...

Oh, my God,
that's the Alien Tracker.

He's sitting in a booth
with Liv.

- Why is he with Liv?
- Is he ordering pie?

I don't know.
Let's go.

I was here earlier.
There's only one left.

He has a dessert menu,
the son of a bitch!

Oh, God.

The ship was gone by the time
the other kids came back,

but, somehow, in that moment,
I felt like...

You felt your world expand

beyond anything
you ever imagined possible.

Wow. Exactly.

But the thing that I remember
most was feeling alone.

I knew no one would believe me,
except my Aunt Cathy.

But her favorite shirt
was a straitjacket.

Well, that's why
so few come forward.

You know, I'm producing
a documentary

where experiencers
share their stories.

People need to know
they're not alone.

You're so noble.

You're like a lion.

Would you be interested
in participating?

Oh, I couldn't.

I would be so worried
about what everyone might think

that my elbows
would start to sweat.

They're...
They're sweating now.

Hey, you can't just come
back here... it's unsanitary.

Okay, Dad,

we need to stay here
until this guy leaves, okay?

He knows that Harry's an alien,

and he might recognize me
from the convention.

Dan, do not sell
that bad man any pie.

Hmm.

Excuse me.

Ah!

- What's going on?
- He saw me. Give me a fork.

I need to stab him in
the neck... and anyone who saw.

- I have a lot of necks to stab.
- You're not stabbing anyone!

- No.
- She's right.

Go out the back.

What's going on?
Is everything okay?

I have to check
something out... I'll be back.

Is checking tracking?

Are you alien checking?

I'll be here.

Hey, Liv.

- Were you just here with friend?
- Oh, no.

It might be early
for the F word,

but he did share
some childhood-trauma stuff.

- Mm.
- Plus, I do know his birthday,

favorite color, and moon sign.

Holy crap, I'm friends
with the Alien Tracker.

The Alien Tracker...

Isn't that that podcast
you listen to?

Like, he chases Martians
or something?

Yeah, but Peter is
so much more than that.

He literally wrote the book

on government
alien conspiracies.

Mm, so is he here
visiting his number-one fan

or here on business?

He thinks that there
might be alien activity

right here in Patience.

He's checking out a lead now.

How exciting is that?

Wow, that is really exciting.

Man, he means business.

I wouldn't want
to be that alien.

Hi, Dr. Vanderspeigle.

Can I ask you about making
an appointment for...

♪ Sukie was the kid ♪

♪ She liked to hang out
in the graveyard ♪

Excuse me.

♪ She did brass rubbings ♪

♪ She learned
she never had to press hard ♪

♪ When she was finished
hanging out ♪

♪ She was all alone ♪

♪ She decided that she better
check in at home ♪

♪ There was an awful row
between her mum and dad ♪

♪ They said she hadn't done
this, she hadn't done that ♪

♪ If she wanted to remain
inside the family home ♪

♪ She'd have to toe the line,
she'd have to give it a go ♪

♪ It didn't suit Sukie,
she took her things and left ♪

♪ She liked to hang out
in the graveyard ♪

Ah.

I should have killed you

when you were begging me
not to rip your neck open

like a stupid baby.

Sometimes I wish you had.

The only thing
that kept me going

was the incontrovertible fact
that the next time I saw you,

you would be the one
cowering in fear.

I did not want
to murder this man

in the middle of town.

It is going to be messy
for the people

who clean up dead bodies.

I'll write "sorry"
on the wall in his blood.

Witness, he... he was texting
while walking.

Sustained, Your Honor.

Exhibit, bailiff.

It's okay, ma'am.

It'll take more than that
to take me out.

Oh, there you are.

Your underwear
is arousing me sexually.

Let me buy you a beer,

uh, woman that I just met.

So... this is finally
happening, huh?

- Mm.
- I remember that pap smear.

You were down there
for quite a while.

I think you saw
something you liked.

- I get it.
- Oh, no!

We have changed.

We have grown apart.

The mature thing for us to do
is to go our way separately.

It is not me.
It is you.

It is me.

Well, crap.

- Can you spot me a tequila?
- Sure.

Yeah, just got diz-numped.

Hello.

I saved your breakfast.

The busboy tried to take it.
I had to show him my gun.

Yeah, I'm not hungry.

I grabbed a sandwich
at the deli.

Oh.

Anyway, you ran off so fast.

Did you find something?

Uh, was it the alien?

You know, people think you have
to be alone somewhere

for them to get to you.

My wife and I were on
a crowded bus in New York City,

and they ripped my child out
of my wife's pregnant belly.

I'm not gonna let anyone else
suffer like we did.

So, even if there was an alien
standing right next to us,

I would not tell you.

And I wouldn't take
any action...

not with any innocent
people around.

That is so admirable.

Did I say that already?

I feel like
I'm repeating myself.

My elbows are hot again.

So what did you
want to show me?

Oh.

I've been documenting possible
alien activity in Patience,

possible UFO sightings,

you know,
the stuff people call in about.

What is this?

Oh, that was a hoax
started by the mayor's son.

I already questioned him.
It was nothing.

Unless it means something
to you.

No.

May I hang on to this
for a bit?

You like my book?

Of course, yes,
you can hang on to it.

Sweaty.

Let's catch up tonight,
2100 hours.

Is there a tavern around here?

Yeah, we have a pub.
It's called The 59.

I prefer a tavern.

- Is there a difference?
- There is a big difference.

Oh, we just have a pub.

I suppose I can go with that.

Thank you.
Have a nice day.

I'll see you there.
You stay safe, now.

Okay.

Okay, these are for heartburn.

These are
for my cat's heartburn.

Ooh, I don't know
what this one is.

Oh.

I think that one was a bead.

Judes, my knee is on fire.

I need the pain meds
that you took

after you fell off the roof.

Yeah, roofing looks like
it'd be so easy, yeah?

It's not.

Ooh, maybe these ones.

- Do you have dry mouth...
- Yes.

- Constipation...
- So much.

- And mood swings?
- Oh, my God, give me those.

That's it.

Can... can I keep
just, like, one,

just in case
I swallow any more beads?

No, just don't eat beads.

Wow.

Are you, like, a doctor?

What are you doing here?

Oh, you should be hiding.

I'm an alien.

Aliens do not hide from humans.

Well, you should.

I talked to Liv.

This whole Alien Tracker thing
is not just for show.

He's an expert on aliens.

He even wrote a book

about some secret alien
government program.

Harry, he could hurt you.

Could you tell
the angry nurse

to make a ham sandwich
next time?

I feel like maybe you're not
taking this very seriously.

What could
the Alien Tracker know

about aliens that I do not?

He knows about a secret
government alien program,

which means
he could know anything,

about your people, the Greys.

Who knows?

It's not safe for you
to wander around here.

You really should
go home and hide.

Humans hide.
Aliens hunt.

If the Alien Tracker

has gained insider knowledge
on the Greys,

perhaps I can use him
to get to them.

Okay, I will go.

Thank you.

Do you want my pickle?

It's floppy.

No.

All right.

Max.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to startle you.

- My name is Peter Bach.
- You're the Alien Tracker!

I need your help
finding someone...

or maybe I should say
"something."

Uh, that's just
a joke I made up.

I'm really funny for my size.

Well, I-I don't think
it's a joke.

This looks exactly
like an extraterrestrial

that I saw here today.

- You can really see them?
- Just like you.

No, I told you...
I just made it up.

I remember when I saw
my first alien

that had a humanoid form.

But when I saw his face...
like a snake.

Whoa.
An Alpha Draconian.

His gaze bore
right into mine,

but no one else could see
what I saw.

To them, he looked
just like a regular person.

I thought I was going crazy.

Now, you've probably been
called crazy before. Too.

Yeah.

Why don't you
tell me who he is?

- I can't.
- Max, listen to me.

I understand.
You're trying to protect him.

H-he's probably
got you convinced

that he's your friend.

But aliens don't come
all this way to be our friends.

They come here to do us harm.

This one won't.
He's a good alien.

You see this?

He did that.

He would kill me
if he had half a chance.

And if it suits him,
that alien will kill you, too.

Here, call me when you're ready
to tell me who he is.

All of humanity
might be at stake.

There is a word
for little boys like Max...

"Traitor."

And also "shit weasel"
and "dink."

There are many words.

- Here you go, honey.
- Mmm, thank you, hon.

- Excellent soup.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, thank you.

You know how a taste
can take you back?

This soup here...
This reminds me this one time.

- Five years ago...
- Mm-hmm.

I had a bowl of soup...
Taste just like this.

Speaking of work, I heard

uh, there was quite a commotion
on Main Street the other day.

- Hmm.
- Apparently Mike

had to round up a pack
of rowdy teenagers.

Yes, I did.

They were throwing Dan's stale
dumpster doughnuts at traffic.

They were frozen solid
like hockey pucks,

could have killed somebody.

You know, why would they do
such a thing?

I'll tell you why...
Boredom.

Yes, it is a big,
big problem in quiet towns.

Oh, is that so?

It is so.

You know, teenagers,
they need something

to keep their naturally
criminal mind occupied,

you know, something like skiing
or riding gondolas

or shopping at hip stores.

Oh, I see what this is.

What? This is nothing.

I just invited Mike over
for a good meal.

Although
technically food isn't a meal

unless it's solid, but...

I do understand where
you're coming from Mike.

Obviously, there's a lot
to gain from a resort,

but I now realize that there
may be a lot more to lose.

You see, you and I...
We're a lot alike.

We're both city people.
We miss the same things...

You know, the action,
the culture,

having a museum
that's got something in it

other than pickaxes
and whorehouse furniture.

Sorry about that. You probably
don't know what that is.

- No, he doesn't.
- Okay.

You see, a whore is somebody
who gets paid for sex,

- like a prostitute or...
- Okay.

Okay, I think that's enough
of a vocabulary lesson.

I love cities and museums,

but Patience is a quaint town,

and I'm really beginning
to appreciate that.

A resort would take away
its charm.

Patience don't need charm.
It needs rats.

Uh, W-what's that?

- I like rats.
- You should.

Nothing says successful town
like a good rat infestation.

See, every healthy town

has restaurants
that's full of people,

and that means they throwing
away half their food,

and that brings in the rats.

This one time,
I was on a stakeout in D. C.,

and I fell asleep, and a rat
ran right across my face.

I knew at that moment,
I had made it.

I think you're losing
the argument.

Why did I even go?

What did I expect?

She's your mom.
You had to try.

I know.

I just thought
that she would tell me

that what happened to her
was like with me and Jay,

you know?

She gave me up
to give me a better life,

but she still loved me...

or at least thought of me.

Except it's not true.

You know what every child
needs most?

- Hmm?
- For their mother to tell them

they love them and that they'll
always be there for them.

It's, like, the bare minimum.

I could have used that.

Yeah, but she couldn't give
that to you.

And that's on her.
You can't control that.

And, yeah, it left a big hole,

but you filled that
with family, with your dad,

Graham, me, all of us.

And we love you
unconditionally,

and that's never gonna change.

Thank you.
I love you guys, too.

What's this?
This my tip?

Sorry, it's all I got.

Well, maybe then don't come
into a bar.

How about that?
Yeah?

- Okay. Wow. Okay.
- No, it's not okay, actually.

What the hell's wrong with you?
It's ruining the Earth.

These are precious metals,
all right?

Can I get
you two hotties anything?

- Uh, no.
- No.

We're... we're good.

Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew!

You let me know.

What the hell was that?

And, yes, a new soccer field
would be nice,

but at what cost?

You know, the added revenue
the resort brings in

would be so good for the town.

I mean, think... think
of the tourism.

Honey, I am talking to Mike.

- You know the pact.
- Mm-hmm.

You and I shouldn't
get into it.

Right.

Tell the mayor that tourists
bring a lot more than money.

They bring traffic and noise.

I mean, and can we even talk
about the environmental impact?

I mean, you...

You just heard that, right?

It don't make no sense
for me to repeat it

- if you just heard it.
- Well, see, what impact?

The developer has

a near-perfect
environmental record.

Okay, is there
another way of saying that?

'Cause that makes it sound
like it ain't perfect.

It's not perfect...
If they get a resort,

we'd lose 2% of the state's
natural geese habitat.

If we have a resort,

the state
gets 200% more snowplows.

Max, you like snowplows, right?

Max, how do you like
to see your geese...

Up in the air
or in a mass grave?

I'm gonna go eat upstairs.

I mean, personally,
I think the geese can move.

I mean, they can fly.

Okay.
You want to talk?

Let's talk it out.

So you get a resort.

Maybe some rich businessman
runs it.

He comes to town.
He likes it here.

Maybe he even runs
for mayor and wins.

Everybody likes him.

Now let's say that
that businessman

starts throwing
his money around,

and suddenly all the buildings
are ugly and modern

and have his name on them.

He gets cocky.

He offers you a million dollars
to bang your wife.

Uh, what's that?

And I say, "No,
I'm not some cheap whore.

"A million dollars

is practically nothing
these days."

So he offers me $5 million.

And I say, "For that amount,
you can have me all weekend,"

'cause he's not just rich.

He's also really hot.

Okay, you guys changed gears
way too fast.

There was a child down here
not two minutes ago.

- What are you doing here?
- I'm eating your candy.

It's stale.

You should have
another Halloween

so you can get fresh ones.

You know,
the police are downstairs.

I could just scream.

Why scream for the police?

Why not scream for your new
friend, the Alien Tracker?

How do you know about that?

Tell me where I can find him.

I...

can't.

Because you are his friend.

You were my friend first.

You said I wasn't
your friend.

You said I was like your dad.

You spanked me.

Softly, like a father
who wants to be your friend.

Yeah, I was going to buy
a motorcycle with a sidecar

so we could ride around town
together, like friends do.

I don't believe you, because
when I asked if you wanted

to ride in my bicycle basket
like ET,

you told me to fill
my basket with rocks

and ride into the lake.

Because I am
not the same size.

ET was shaped like
a sexy potato.

He's perfect for basket rides.

I need salty to follow sweet.

Yeah.

And then I'm going
to need sweet again.

Mmm, could be warmer.

So...

did you tell
your Alien Tracker friend

where I live so he could come
to my house

and put me in a cage?

I didn't tell him, I swear.

I don't believe you.

That's because
you're always lying,

so you think everyone
else is, too.

You lie, too,
just like me, and steal,

just like I am going to steal
all of your candy.

See, we are so alike.

You should help me get
this hairless asshole.

But I like him.

He's the first grown-up
I ever met

who makes me
feel like I'm not a freak.

He understands me.

He doesn't understand you.

No one knows you
like I know you.

Think of a number
between one and ten.

If we think of the same number,
then we are the same,

and you will help me.

What number
are you thinking of?

Six.

I was thinking of 6.5...
So close.

We need to work
on our friendship.

- Let's kill this guy together.
- No!

Whose side are you on?

Look, if you will not pick
a side,

then I will call

my real friends.

Hey.

Lloyd, it's your homey,

uh, Harry Vanderspeigle.

Yes, uh, come to the cabin.

Yeah, let's, uh, have
a dance party.

Oh, no, no.

Don't, uh, worry about it.

I'm bringing the snacks.

Thanks for meeting
for a drink.

You don't have to thank me.

I could drink
this whole bar dry

after dinner with the mayor.

That whole house is a giant
powder keg of sexual tension.

Yeah, I've seen that.

So where's
your Alien Tracker friend?

You're supposed to meet him
here tonight, right?

We were supposed to meet,
but he didn't show.

- Sorry about that, Deputy.
- Don't be.

He didn't show up

because I think he's hot
on the trail of an alien.

Okay, tease me if you want.

I don't mind.

You know, my whole life
I've been a bystander.

I never call the shots.

But this time I decided
to trust my instincts.

I took control,

and I got the Alien Tracker
himself to Patience.

He came
because I made it happen.

Well, good.
I'm proud of you, Deputy.

Thank you.

- I'm proud of me, too.
- Mm-hmm.

You know, I've been sitting
back my whole life,

and maybe I'm getting
tired of sitting.

- And don't be mad.
- Mad about what?

Oh, my God, are you kidding me?
I'm not date-ready.

This ain't even
my second best pair of pants.

She looks nice,
and you do, too.

Okay, all right, I got this.
Come on, go on.

Go on. Get out. Go ahead.
I got it. I got it.

You're dismissed, uh, Deputy.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Hey, there.
- I was just leaving.

- Oh, okay.
- Yeah.

- Thanks, Deputy.
- Yep.

- Sheriff.
- Detective.

Do...

I, um... I never figured you
for a patterned-shirt guy.

I kind of like it.

Yeah, well, the pattern helps
hide what's underneath here.

Gerber StrongArm...
This right here

is the best blade
money can buy.

Couldn't agree more.

I'll be damned.

You know what?
Let me get you a beer.

Uh, let me get you one.

- Oh, gonna get me a beer?
- I am.

Okay.

Hey.

Oh, my gosh, are you serious?

That's great news.

Ooh! Okay.

Okay, good night.

Good news?

It's not something
I can talk about here.

It's just... it's no big deal.

- Mm, honoring the pact.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, then.

Yeah.

- Restraining order?
- Granted.

Damn it.

Look, honey, I don't want
to talk about the resort, okay?

Let's just leave it.

The part of me
that's your husband...

is glad to see you smiling.

I like it when you're happy.

Thank you.

I am.

- I'm really happy.
- Mmm.

But the part of me
that's fighting for this resort

cannot wait to crush you
in court.

I will stomp you like a grape

until you realize
you have wasted your time

and you feel
absolutely worthless.

- Okay, pact's back on.
- Mm-hmm.

- Good night, honey.
- Night.

Hey, Jay.

You got a minute?

I just worked all night,

and I have barbecue sauce
in my hair.

I totally get that.

I-I just need to tell you
this one thing.

Okay, um...

you probably had a lot
of questions growing up,

and maybe meeting me has helped
you answer some of them.

But the most important thing
I need to tell you is...

I love you.

I've thought about you
every day of your life.

And if you ever need me,
I'm here for you.

And if you never need me,
that's okay, too.

It's not your job
to worry about me.

I'll be fine.

And I'll still love you.

So...

that's it.

All right.

All right.

Hello?

D'arcy?

Hey. D'arcy?

Oh, hey.

Hey.

- What's going on?
- I don't know. You tell me.

It's 1:00 in the morning.

Were you really gonna sleep
in here with the door unlocked?

Um, I was just cleaning up.
I lost track of time.

Really?

'Cause it looked like you were
sleeping on the pool table.

You gonna tell me
where to sleep now?

- Okay.
- Wait, wait.

We had plans.

I waited for two hours.

Maybe I should just take
a hint.

No.

Obviously you're not taking
me or any of this seriously.

I feel like you're
being a little dramatic.

If you care even just
a little bit about me,

you need to tell me
what's really going on.

Please?

It's okay.

It's fine, all right?

Just... let me just grab
my stuff, and we can go.

No.

What do you mean...
What do you mean "no"?

I think it's best
if we just leave it at this.

Elliot, like...

no.

Don't...

Please don't go.

Bye, D'arcy.

It's probably best
if you lock up behind me.

Brian Eno and David Byrne's
"One Fine Day"...

It is natural for aliens
to take control

of their lives.

It is not so natural
for humans.

♪ Saw the wanderin' eye ♪

♪ Inside my heart ♪

♪ Shouts and battle cries ♪

♪ From every part ♪

♪ I can see those tears ♪

♪ Every one is true ♪

♪ When the door appears ♪

♪ I'll go right ♪

♪ Through ♪

Part of being human
is finding the strength

to fight through the obstacles
in your life.

♪ I stand in liquid light ♪

♪ Like everyone ♪

♪ I built my life
with rhymes ♪

♪ To carry on... ♪

While there are some
obstacles you cannot control,

there are some you can.

♪ That one fine ♪

♪ One fine day ♪

Like a little boy

who wants to be friends
with an alien so badly,

he is willing to trick
that alien's enemy.

Max picked the right side.

♪ No! ♪

♪ One fine day ♪

♪ One fine day ♪

♪ One fine day ♪