All language subtitles for The Collector - S02E02 - The UFOlogist

I haven't seen you around much.

Care for a free sample?

The Cake Snacks Fun Pack has been a big
hit with all the old folks in your building.

Give them some free food, and
they'll invite in a complete stranger.

What is this?

Deep-fried sushi made
from real humpback whale.

We only use endangered species.

Do you have a name for me?

Ooh, Grumpy.

It's Maya, isn't it?

Oh, it's so sad. But then the best
love stories are always so tragic.

Romeo and Juliet, Bambi and Thumper.

Maya and I were not involved.

Oh, Morgan, you've always been a little
thick about recognizing a woman in love.

It's going to get you into trouble.

All right.

The name.

The special of the week.

Bruce Harriman.

And in 48 hours, he'll be deep fried too.

Ah, hell.

Isn't it lovely?

These are all my little souls.

I used to gather them myself, but by
the 14th century, I needed some help.

That's how I found Morgan. He was a
monk back then, so he played hard to get,

but I found that with the right bait...

You can catch any fish you want.

In the end, he came to work
for me. He became a collector.

Then recently, he made me
the most interesting proposal

he wants to seek
salvation for his clients.

I decided to let him try.

For now.

You know what I'm talking about? Your
brain, Bruce. I'm wondering where it is,

because it certainly isn't
here. It isn't doing my inventory,

which is what it gets paid to do.

Sorry, I was distracted.

Yeah, by getting ready for
your convention. Can I help you?

Actually, I need to speak to Mr. Harriman.

About what?

A personal matter.

You've been doing it again, huh?

This is not the worldwide
headquarters of the Alpha Centauri Corporation.

This is a business. And
if you don't stop bringing

your parade of weirdos around here,

it is going to be a
business that does not employ you.

Yeah.

Bruce Harriman. I'm so
pleased to meet you.

Come into my office. Come on.

Mr. Harriman.

Look, if you have any evidence
of alien contact, I assure you,

your identity will be
completely protected.

I'm here about your deal, Mr.
Harriman, the one you made ten years ago.

This is great news.
I'm thrilled. Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Mr. Harriman, I don't know if you've been
keeping track, but your time is almost up.

I know.

Two days left, and
everything has gone so well.

Please, pass my gratitude on to
our mutual friends. What friends?

You know, we're friends.

Maybe you better tell me
exactly what your deal was for.

But I assumed you knew all
about it, that you knew everything.

No.

Well, then I guess I'll have to show you.

After all, seeing is believing.

Hey, little brother, it's me.

Yeah, I know. It's been a while.
I just wanted to hear your voice.

I can't believe mom told you
about that. I told her not to.

I don't know who she was.

He called me to come up to his
apartment, and I walked in, and they were in bed.

I don't know.

I don't know why he'd do
something like that. So...

It's so stupid.

I... I just gotta get my
life together, you know?

Get comfortable in my own skin again.

And I got this photo
from a guy whose father

worked on the Roswell Army Base in 1947.

He said his dad actually brought
home pieces of the UFO that crashed.

Mr. Harriman, I'm not
interested in photos.

I'm interested in keeping you out of hell.

Hell?

Wait.

You don't really think you were sent by
the devil, do you? I'm not the Yvonne lady.

So they haven't told you the
whole story? What whole story?

I had another visitation from
another messenger ten years ago.

I mean, like you, he was clearly human,

but when he offered to give me what
I'd been seeking all those years...

Real proof that aliens exist?

That they're visiting us?

I knew immediately he
must be working for them.

The aliens.

And let me guess, he didn't deny it?

How could he?

I mean, in that first
meeting, he gave me some...

Incredible.

Eyewitness accounts.

I was sold right away.

And the part about coming back to
collect your soul in ten years?

It was code, obviously. For?

Taking me.

Taking you?

Up there.

With them.

So you expected me to be a
messenger who was going to tell

you to pack your bags for
your interstellar flight?

Well, yeah. I don't mean so many words.

I'm just surprised that
they kept you in the dark.

I see only two problems
with your theory. Which are?

First, the devil is the devil. He's
not an alien. You sold your soul,

and you're going to hell in two
days if you don't find redemption.

Oh, come on.

Christianity has been
used as a metaphorical

cover for alien visitation for
millennia. I mean, read the Bible.

Lucifer was a fallen
angel who came down from the

skies. I mean, ring a
bell? Or how about Jesus?

Virgin birth?

Extraordinary knowledge
that he passes on to ordinary

humans comes back to life
three days after he dies,

and then he comes up to
the skies. I mean, come on.

You don't even have to
read between the lines.

It's got alien
implantation written all over it.

I don't care what you think it all means.

The devil exists. He's real.

No offense, Morgan, but I've debated
better Bible-thumpers than you before.

You're not going to convince me.

So, what was problem number two?

Problem number two may
actually work to our advantage.

Nothing the devil has given you is proof
that aliens exist. How can you say that?

I mean, look around you.

This place is full of proof.

There isn't a single thing
you've shown me in the past

two hours that I couldn't
explain away with Photoshop,

weather balloons, or insanity.

All right, fair enough. Fair enough.
Would I rather have a smoking gun? Sure,

but the aliens aren't stupid.

They're not going to leave a
spacecraft parked in front of Walmart. I mean,

contact has to be made gradually. The
ground has to be prepared. You know,

most people aren't as open-minded as I am.

No offense, Mr. Harriman, but most
people aren't as deluded as you are.

Not that I care what you do or don't
believe, but your soul is in danger.

The best way I can see
to save it is to prove

that the devil didn't deliver on
his promise. You have no proof.

Mr. Pym, I have been
facing unbelievers all my life.

I may not be able to convince you,
but in the little time I have left,

I very much intend to convince others.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to work on my
presentation for the ufology convention.

Good night.

Gabe, honey, what are you doing?

Come on, Tiger. You
know I've had a long day,

and it's your job to put away things
in your room before dinner. I mean,

I don't want to have
to nag you, okay? Okay.

How about a themed dinner?

Spaghetti and meatballs.

Gotta tidy up and wash up,
okay? I'll see you downstairs.

What are you doing here?

And what is that smell?

I'm trying a new recipe,
turtle kick snacks. Actually,

they aren't so much turtle as
they are recycled insect protein.

There's a gold mine
under your refrigerator.

And who knows what
turtles really taste like?

No, that was just mean, but
be honest. Was it my cooking,

or did your client make
you lose your appetite?

How can you justify making
a deal with someone who's

incapable of
understanding what he's doing?

Bruce Harriman seemed
perfectly rational to me.

He's crazy. He
believes in little green men.

Well, actually, the little ones are
great, so tall ones that are green.

This discussion's pointless.

You can't collect
because you never provided any

of the proof that
Harriman sold his soul for.

Bruce didn't say that, did he?

No, but... In fact, he seemed
like a perfectly satisfied customer.

If he believes what I've given
him is proof, then it's proof.

That's a circular argument.

He thinks it's proof because he's crazy.

And so are you.

What?

By your standard. Our religious people
are crazy. They'll accept anything as proof.

My juice spilt in the shape of the
Virgin Mary! That's good enough for me.

Bruce Harriman believes
in aliens he's never seen.

You believe in a god
you've never seen. Personally,

I think you'd all be better off
just believing in the Easter Bunny.

At least he leaves eggs.

Well, haven't you had a busy night?

There's a thousand different proofs
here that the sightings and photos

and visitations you believe in
have nothing to do with aliens. Yes.

You've been very thorough.
I've seen all these. In fact,

I have two file cabinets full over there.

Somewhere.

I collect fake hoaxes, too.

Fake hoaxes? Man-made
events designed to discredit

or mock real evidence of visitation.

I mean, those fake crop circles are
probably the most famous example,

but it happens all the time. I
mean, it's just fear, of course.

People are always hostile
to things that scare them.

So anything that goes against
your beliefs is just a conspiracy?

Just because part of something is
crap doesn't mean it's all crap.

I mean, you know the witches they
burned in Salem were just ordinary women,

but you apparently
still believe in the devil.

It's because I see the devil every day.

Well, don't say that too loudly.
People will think you're crazy.

Fine.

Believe whatever you want. You still have
nothing to lose by playing along with me.

If I'm wrong, no harm done.

But if you're wrong...

Mr. Pym, I'm going to
spend my last two days

before liftoff
spreading the word to others,

passing on the gifts I've
received from the aliens.

I'm certainly not going to waste them
reinforcing your delusional belief system.

Why would the aliens use me as a
messenger without telling me who they were?

Well, here's a mystery. A
mystery for you to solve.

What if I asked you to
help me solve that mystery?

I'd say you were just trying to
trick me into playing your game.

Look, you obviously were
sent to me for a reason.

Whether or not we
disagree with that reason is.

So why don't you help
me with my presentation?

Because I don't want to
reinforce your delusional belief system.

I think what we need is, uh-huh, Evan.

Who's Evan? Somebody who's got
proof even you will believe.

Evan, hi. I want you to meet a very
special friend of mine, Morgan Pym.

Um, what are you doing here? I'm at
work. I know, I know, but this can't wait.

I met Evan through an
abductee support group.

Jesus, you said you'd protect my
anonymity. You promised me that. I know, but look,

I think Morgan's been in contact, too.

I think he really needs to
hear about your experience.

Yeah, well, the first rule's a freak rule.

You don't tell anybody
or they call you a freak.

It's all right.

You can tell him.

I was taken three times in six
months. They experimented on me.

I would've killed myself to end
it, but then it stopped, my friends,

They think that maybe something
interrupted it, like friendly aliens,

like the Illuminati. I don't know.

But the worst part is that I keep
thinking stopping was part of the experiment.

That they'll be back.

But tell him why you think that.

Because the last mouse taken, they
left something behind. And what was that?

It was a probe. They left it stuck in me.

Show him.

If this is from aliens,
they must shop on eBay.

What does that mean?

I've been interested in
motorcycles for a long time.

This is a piston rod
from a 1929 Denelt Model K.

You said that he believed... Evan.

No, look, this happened to me.
What happened to me was real.

If you don't believe that, then
screw you. Screw both of you.

Evan.

Evan!

How could you do that
to him? It doesn't help

to feed his delusion.
But he's not deluded.

You know that. You're
working for the aliens. I'm not.

It's the only explanation
for what's happening here.

Right? This is some warp
test of my faith, isn't it?

I work for the devil.

I'm a collector.

You're a hypocrite.

And a cruel one. You know,

I'm gonna have to
seriously consider whether I want

to be taken by a species
that would employ you.

Bruce!

That Bruce? What a hunk.

At least that's what all
the girls on Pluto say.

Too bad he's not in
the mood to make amends.

It doesn't matter if he
makes amends. You can't collect.

Why not?

Because regardless of
whether he believes all

the lies you fed him, there are no aliens.

Really?

How do you know?

I've been on Earth for almost seven
centuries, and I've never seen one.

God, you're so cute when
you try to act all grown up,

not even around for a millennium,

and already you think you've
seen everything there is to see.

So you're saying there are aliens?

Chocolate-covered sheep kidney?

Do the math, Bunky.
There are sextillions of

stars out there and
septillions of planets.

What in the world would make you
think that this tiny little planet on the

edge of the Milky Way is the only
place where there's intelligent life?

If you want to call it intelligent.

Even if there really are aliens,
nothing you've given Bruce proves it.

He'll get more proof than he's
ever dreamed of when the time comes.

When's that?

Think, Morgan.

If there's intelligent life out
there, then there are souls out there.

These collectors here on Earth are
just a tiny little part of my army.

I'm duking it out with
Almighty all over the universe.

That means Bruce gets
his proof at the end?

When that portal to hell
opens, he'll be looking

at oodles of aliens. Their souls, anyway.

It's so facto proof.

Toodles!

Mmm!

Hey, what's up?

Just wanted to check on you.

Oh, it's so sweet.

Do you want to come in for a drink?

Come on. Get a little crazy.

I am.

I don't think you should be drinking.

Why?

Because it makes you feel guilty.

Look, I'd explain things if I could.

Oh, come on, Morgan, lighten up.

It's only sex, right?

In fact, now that you're spreading
it around... How about the quickie?

Leave me alone.

Sorry to bother you. I'm
looking for Mr. Harriman.

Yeah, well, work is the
least likely place to find

him since he only shows
up when he feels like it.

So why don't you call for the
mothership and get the hell out of here?

I don't believe in UFOs.

I'm trying to convince
him to give all that up.

Oh.

Um...

Well, I'd like to see that
happen for all our sakes.

Amy Ralston.

Morgan Pym.

Do you know any of Bruce's friends?

He doesn't have any friends.

He spends all his time with
those wackos, the UFO nuts.

Now, if you're looking for them, they'll
all be at that convention this weekend.

I'm actually looking for
information about anybody Bruce knows that

he might have been concerned
about over the past few years.

Someone whose life has
taken a turn for the worse.

Maybe a family member.

How exactly is any of this gonna help
wean Bruce off his alien obsession?

If I can get Bruce to focus on the
problems of people he cares about,

I thought I might ground him.

You know, this is starting to
sound kind of psychological.

Is somebody trying to get Bruce committed?

No.

I'm just trying to help.

As far as I know, Bruce cut out all
communication with his family years ago.

I used to get calls from
his mom asking where he was.

He broke her heart.

Do you know why he'd do that?

Sure.

He doesn't want to have any
human relationships. Yeah,

so nobody will miss him
when the aliens come for him.

Bruce told you he thinks the
aliens are coming for him.

Bruce tells everyone the
aliens are coming for him.

He tells strangers on the street.

And if you don't know him
well enough to know that,

then you don't have a right to be
asking these kinds of questions.

Gabe?

Hey, I know it's not your birthday or
anything, but I got you a little something.

I didn't get what you were doing with the
balls in your room until I was at work.

So I figured that, you
know, maybe we could work

on this together, like a family project.

So we have a 3D solar system,

and it says here to
put the spherical balls

into a line in congruity with the sun orb.

Then we're supposed to place the, I
guess it's the directional component.

On top of the sun orb.

Couldn't have been this hard
to build a real solar system.

I've been waiting for you, Bruce.

How'd you get in here?

We have our ways.

We?

You've passed the test of faith, Bruce.

I'm an alien, and I've
come to take you home.

Where are you from? My
planet orbits Antares.

The binary system is... It's in
the spiral arm of the Orion galaxy.

Yes, yes, I've heard of that.

It's... I mean, that must
be 500 light years away.

How do you get here?

Right.

Right, yeah, I have to pack.

Is it cold there? I'm talking about what
you have to accomplish before you leave.

Part of what I told you is true.

My people, the
Anterians, we're soul savers.

Soul savers?

You mean... You mean
there really is a devil?

The devil is duking it out with the
Almighty all over the universe, Bruce.

We, the interians, have dedicated
our lives to making sure God wins.

Wow.

Wow, that's... This is heavy.

I mean, I never
considered it before, but I

guess the aliens would have souls, right?

So it's true, then, about my deal.

If I don't make amends, I go to hell?

The price of your ticket
to Antares is that you have

to make up for the
damage you've done on Earth.

You have to wipe the slate
clean before you can leave.

Right.

I'll be ready to do that. Very soon.

Very soon. There's just one more thing
that I have to check out first. What's that?

What the hell are you doing? I said I
was an alien. Yeah, you did say that.

On the other hand, you know
how badly I wanted to hear it.

You only have 20 hours left.
If you don't find redemption,

the only ride you're gonna
take is straight to hell.

And the portal doesn't
go to Alpha Centauri.

Centauri. Alpha Centauri.

If you are who you say you are...

They'll cooperate fully.

But the aliens have been
applying the scientific method

to abductees like Evan
for thousands of years.

So now that our chance has finally come,

I don't intend to be any less
thorough on you. What is that?

Yes, this will do. Perfect.

No!

Interesting.

The blood boils away if
it's attached to the wound.

But if it's separated from
the body, it's unaffected.

Yes, it's hot on our planet.

Can I get up now?

No, I still want to run
this through the centrifuge.

How much proof do you need?

If I may remind you, I
sold my soul for this.

You're hardly in a position to deny
me satisfaction. All right, next.

An analysis of the reproductive organs.

Come on, Tiger. Time for bed.

I'm sorry things didn't work out today.

I thought you might be
interested in that astronomy stuff.

I don't know.

Maybe I didn't do it right.

I'm really sorry.

Maybe tomorrow we'll have a better day.

Sometimes I feel like
I'm not a very good mommy.

I wish I was the best
mommy in the world so

I could always show
you how much I love you.

Yep, that should do it.

Be right back.

You know, I made all this stuff myself.
Modified the chair, designed the tools.

You can't get this
stuff right off the shelf.

Goodness, looks like you're getting
a little long in the tooth. Look,

don't you think this is
pushing the whole forgiveness thing?

The man's about to do
exploratory dental surgery on you.

Let him go to hell.

Boy, you really do have a Jesus
complex. Thanks, suffer for his salvation.

It's so inspiring.

While the human form is very convincing,
both the body and teeth are self-healing.

And the results from the
enema were very surprising.

All in all, I think I can safely say
that Morgan Pym is not of this earth.

Well, I think that just about wraps it up.

Looks like we both passed our tests.

Bruce.

The straps.

Oh, right. Sorry.

So how do we start with this
whole redemption business?

We need to figure out who
suffered as a result of your deal.

Can you think of anyone?

No.

You need to give this the same focus
you gave to poking holes in my body.

All right, sorry.

What about your parents?

No problem there.

They finally disowned me last year.

They'll probably be glad
to know I'm off the planet.

What about your friend, Evan?

He's certainly in pain, but he was
in pain before he met me. I mean,

that's why he came to me.

There must be someone, some
person or group of people whose

lives have gotten worse
as a result of your deal.

Well... What?

There have been a few people.

Who?

Ufologists like myself.

We're a pretty competitive breed, you
know? I know, I know, we shouldn't be,

we shouldn't be. We
should all be working together

for the unity of
sentient beings and all that,

but what can I say? It's human nature.

And they suffered.

I've been pretty lucky these last ten
years in terms of gathering proof. I mean,

Evan is just one of thousands.

I'm the one people want to tell their
stories to, show their pictures to.

It hasn't made me exactly
popular with the other pros.

These pros, where can we find them?

Well, they'll all be at the
convention. There's Sandra,

who specializes in the
confederation of humans, and Tab,

who sticks with the Arcturians,
the Blues, and the Pleiadians.

Although I tend to classify the
Pleiadians as channelers and not alien contactees.

Introduce me when we get there.

I don't know, Rach. I
thought it was something

that Gabe and I could do
together, but hang on.

Jerry Slade.

Oh, come on, Blair. It's Saturday.

Oh, Blair, that's tabloid stuff.

All right, hold on.

Great, it's my editor,
Blair. He wants me to work today.

I know, I know.

Can you cover for me?

Thanks.

Okay, Blair, I'll do it.

And you'd better do a good job on this
one, Jerry, or it's back to freelance.

Start getting your callings
together, and I'll be right there.

Care to try a kick-snack, sweet
Peck? They've got a lot of sugar.

But now that we know
your teeth will grow back.

Are you planning to interfere?

Oh, golly, no. I think
you've got it all under

control now that
you've adopted my methods.

What do you mean by that?

Lying to the client, and you were so
serious when you told him you were an alien.

Priceless. I take it all back
about you having no sense of humor.

It was the only way I
could get him to cooperate.

Yes, well, everybody has
their rationalizations.

But I'm going to bring it up
next time you accuse me of fibbing.

Maya Kandinsky?

Yeah.

Lucky girl, you're one of the
winners in our promotional contest.

A free bag of our breakfast products.

We call it the Kick
Snacks Rise and Shine Pack.

Not interesting.

Honey, can I be honest with you?

You look like hell. Boyfriend troubles?

I know exactly how you feel.

Men, they can drive you absolutely nuts.

But you know what I always say?

Don't get mad.

Get even. Oh!

Are you going to the convention?

Yeah, I think I might.

Maybe I'll see you there.

Bye!

And will there be any actual
spaceships landing during the convention?

Well, we may not be able to arrange that.

But we do have something almost as good.

A real, live alien.

That guy? He looks pretty
normal to me. Only on the outside.

Come on. Stop.

Put the knife away.

You'll see when I cut him. He's
from some kind of fire planet.

Looks like somebody got hoodwinked.

It was all a ruse to
get me here and you knew.

Be fair, dear boy. You lied to him
first. Turn about his fair play.

This is insane. You
haven't given him proof.

You can't take his soul
in exchange for nothing.

Nothing?

He's got his alien.

It's you.

Psst.

The pain you're feeling right now is
something you're going to look back on

fondly from hell if you don't make
your redemption in the next half hour.

Come on, give me a break.

You really expect me to believe
that Christianity rules the universe?

That the Ontarians are
running around with their own

copies of Gideon's
Bible trying to save souls?

I don't have time to debate with
you. Then I don't care what you say.

I've been waiting my whole life
to prove that aliens are real,

and I'm gonna do that before I go.

Okay.

I'll reveal myself as an
alien in half an hour.

If, and only if, you try to make amends.

How do I know you're not lying?

Let's go.

Bruce!

I've been looking for you.

Amy, what are you doing here?

You'll have to excuse us. Bruce has an
urgent meeting with some of his colleagues.

No, it's important.

Look, I know I was a jerk to you even
though you were trying to help Bruce.

In fact, after you left, I realized it
was because you were trying to help him.

I guess that bothered
me because I've always

been such a jerk to him all these years.

Really, all's forgiven. We have to go.

But I need to explain. This
isn't how I meant it to be.

It all went wrong because...

Because I was afraid
to tell you the thing.

Well, what thing?

Well, the thing is, I, well, I love you.

I have loved you since the first
day you came to work for me. And God,

it's been 10 years. I
mean, that's why I always

covered for you. At first, I didn't mind.

But after a while, I started to
resent it, because no matter what I did,

all you seemed to care
about was your damn aliens.

You see, that's what I
turned into, a bitch.

But it's just because I
wanted you to love me too.

I mean, maybe I read
too many romance novels.

But is it so stupid to hope that a
guy, a smart, handsome, funny guy,

will sweep me off my feet and will kiss
me like I've always wanted to kiss him?

I never imagined.

I have to know, Bruce.

Do you feel something for me, too?

Do you think we could
have a future together?

No.

Why not?

Because they're here, Amy.

They're finally going to take me.

And I'm going alone.

Amy, I think the problem here is
you've caught Bruce off guard. Bruce,

I really think you should reconsider
since Amy's problem started ten years ago.

No.

Bruce should not reconsider. Maya?

Look, if he's got the guts to tell
the truth about how he actually feels,

there's no reason for Amy to
stick around and get hurt anymore.

Maya, this is not the time.

Listen, girlfriend,
you and me need to talk

about falling for guys who don't want you.

I know he's a little crazy, but I
still love him. I can't help it.

You'll get over it.

Maya!

No, let him go.

It's for the best.

It's not.

Amy's the key.

She's the one who
suffered for your deal. Look,

if the devil hadn't fed
your obsession with aliens,

you'd have noticed her years ago.

You've got to go after
her until you love her.

But I'm leaving in 20 minutes. I mean,

how can I care about the
love of an Earth woman now?

Because she's in pain.

Tell the truth.

Was there a time after you met
her when you thought about her,

when you could have loved her?

Doesn't matter. I'm leaving.

All you've got to do to
save yourself is return her

love for the rest of the
time you spend on Earth.

Is that too much to ask?

I guess not.

I mean, it's not even a half hour. Great.

I'll be back. Stay here.

I poured my heart out to him.

Bastards.

They're all lying, cheating bastards.

Bruce has had a moment to think
about it. He wants to talk to you.

Leave her alone!

Look, if Morgan's had any effect on Bruce
whatsoever, it won't be for the better.

Maya, stop it. I'm sorry you've had your
heart broken, but this is not about you.

You have no idea what
kind of misery you're

gonna cause if you don't leave this alone.

Talk to Bruce.

He's admitted he has feelings for you.

Give him a chance.

Come talk to him.

Okay.

I'm really supposed to
be waiting for a friend.

Yes, that's who I want
to talk to you about.

Jerry Slate, Vancouver Star.

Mr. Harriman, what do
you know about Morgan Pym?

I think it's possible. I know just
about as much about him as anyone can know.

My question is, what do you know?

I know he's a mysterious guy. He
doesn't appear on any of the usual databases.

He has no credit record at all, and
yet he rides around on this fancy bike,

which he probably paid cash for.

Where does a man in the export
business get that kind of cash?

The export business?

Ah, so you know something about that.

Only that his company is
exporting things a very long distance.

I'm not really interested in his job.

I'm interested in what he
does in his spare time.

Which is?

Polly says he works with people. One of
them is a friend of mine, a close friend.

Even he won't tell me anything about Pim.

It's as if Pim has this secret that he
doesn't want anyone else to know about.

He does.

He most certainly does.

And you know this secret?

All right.

I'm ready.

The truth is... Yes?

Morgan Pym is an alien
from the Orion galaxy.

I don't know.

I don't know where he is.

Where did you go? I told
you to wait right here.

There's this woman that dragged me away.

Oh, another lover?

What? No.

Did he tell you to lie to me
because I know the truth about him?

You do?

Wait, stop. You're talking about two
different things here. Mr. Ralston,

please don't let my personal
problems with Maya interfere

with the feelings you and
Bruce have for each other.

This isn't a good idea. Bruce.
Amy, you should find somebody else.

But he said you have feelings for me.

He doesn't really understand these
things, Amy. He's an alien. Humor him.

Please.

Do not use your
pathetic alien hogwash as an

excuse. If you don't love me, just say so.

Hogwash?

That's how you feel about my life's work?

It is not a life's work. It's a
delusion. Can you spell that? Delusion.

That's it.

That's it. First the reporter, and now
you, reporter. When they come for me,

you'll see. You'll all see.

You'll all see.

Please, just wait right here. Go to hell!

Bruce, wait.

I can't. It's time. I've
got to get my suitcase.

You've got to get back
in there and talk to Amy.

Tell her you love her.
But I don't love her.

Maybe I might have once,
ten years ago, but I don't

now. What do you want
me to do, lie to her?

You're here. God, they
actually came for me.

Oh, yeah.