Kyle XY (2006–2009): Season 1, Episode 6 - Blame It on the Rain - full transcript
Even snugly is his 'safe' bathtub, the stormy rain -just like the night before his woods-'birth- gives Kyle nightmares and finally taps in to his memories. Declan McDonough, lightly bleeding, knocks on his window to be let in and crash with him allegedly after a fight with his dad, more appreciated by dad Trager, a veteran of his sport basketball, then by Lori, who atypically doesn't enjoy her birthday, apparently because of her row with Hillary. Kyle shows ma a drawing of a man he saw in his storm dream, but when pa, checking after the power was cut off, finds footprints outdoors and blood on Kyle's window, he thinks it a real criminal tried to break in and tells 'security agent' Foss, who calls his superiors Kyle's returning memory makes the Trager family a potential danger; Kyle later recognizes him vaguely. Kyle is pleased Amanda comes to him rather then boyfriend Charlie while the power is out at her place too; the girls insist to play with a Ouija-board, which answers Kyle's birthday is 781227. Even genius Kyle can't make meteorology reliable, but he does predict striking lightning just in time to get everybody inside first. When Kyle, who is unhappy being the only one without (notably seasonal) memories and traditions, freaks out over Josh's notebook-based theory he's a hybrid from an alien race testing to take over earth, both friends feel miserable. Declan confesses he had the car accident and fled in panic Foss referred to. Kyle recognizes his memory face from missing professor Kern's picture in the newspaper.
Previously on Kyle XY:
- What are you doing?
- I'm keeping a list.
What makes Kyle an alien.
He's this super-brain
with amnesia.
He barely knows
what you're saying sometimes,
but does calculus
like it's two plus two.
I'm telling you,
Kyle is not human.
You don't have
a belly button?
No.
- Why not?
- I don't know.
Anyway, I should apologize.
I screw up all the time.
Maybe it's your turn.
Stephen: Do they
have any suspects?
Nicole: No, not yet.
Does this mean
anything to you?
No.
Nicole: I think
someone's breaking in.
Tom from our
security company.
Hello, sir.
You just happened
to be driving by?
Yeah. It's a
lucky thing?
Thanks, man. It's getting
pretty wet out there.
You're Kyle, right?
The amnesia guy?
Yeah.
You broke the window
at my party. My
dad had an aneurism
over that one.
Sorry.
He has aneurisms
over everything.
So, whatever. It's cool.
You mind?
You know,
Lori's sleeping.
Well, yeah.
It's pretty late.
I need a place to crash.
I didn't think
it was too smart
to climb up to
her window.
You're bleeding.
Crap. Sorry.
It's OK, but what
happened to you?
It's a long story. Too boring.
You got an extra
blanket or
something? I'll crash
on your floor.
- What is this place?
- My bedroom.
Where's the bed?
- You sleep in a tub?
- Yeah.
Trager said you're
a head case.
The rain should
let up by morning.
Actually, not until
2:27 tomorrow.
Yeah, whatever.
- Lori: Tell me you're joking.
- Kyle: No. He's in here.
Not good. What are
you doing here?
Got in a fight with my dad.
Needed to crash.
If my parents find
you, I am dead.
That is nothing compared
to what my dad'll do to you.
Relax, Trager.
They will never believe
that you weren't in my room.
The one time I'm not actually
doing anything wrong.
Today of all days.
What did you do to your head?
Slipped on some wet leaves.
Drink much?
I can sneak out.
They'll never know I was here.
They better not.
Just don't make a sound.
Oh, man.
You're up too early.
I thought I'd
have another half
hour to get
breakfast ready.
- I'm turning over a new leaf.
- Happy birthday, honey.
Thanks, Mom.
- I love you.
- Oh, I know.
I love you too.
Good morning.
Nice to meet you, Mr. Trager.
I'm Declan McDonough.
I just popped by
to wish Lori a happy birthday.
Declan? Well, it's nice
to finally meet you.
Do I smell pancakes?
What happened to your head?
Went up for a
dunk on the court
and landed the
wrong way.
- You play ball?
- Shooting guard.
Cool.
- More pancakes?
- Thanks.
You make a great blueberry
pancake, Mrs. Trager.
They're Lori's favorite.
I make
them every year
to celebrate.
Because we're so
happy she was born.
- I'm ignoring you.
- Good move.
If your birthday means
you're a year older,
aren't we celebrating
one year closer to death?
I guess that's one
way to look at it.
I think I just
lost my appetite.
Don't worry, Lori.
The average lifespan for the
American woman is 79.2 years.
If you were Japanese you
would have a few more years,
but it's still not so bad.
Whose idea was it to let
him read the encyclopedia?
Hey, we should bring out
Lori's baby pictures.
Reminisce over the
awkward years.
At least I'm out of mine.
Kyle: Birthdays.
Baby pictures.
Blueberry pancakes.
They were talking about
memories and traditions.
But I had none of my own.
You gonna eat that, or what?
Kyle, everything OK?
I'm fine.
Seems like it will never end,
doesn't it?
- Three more hours.
- You think?
You know.
It's easy to process data from
global weather satellites.
I just can't figure out
why rain triggers nightmares.
- Are you having bad dreams?
- Last night.
- What was it about?
- I'm not sure.
Well, don't dismiss it.
Every piece of information
from your head counts.
And dreams are a
reflection of
what's going on in
our subconscious.
- Where memories are stored.
- Exactly.
The brain is a powerful tool,
especially yours.
Yet it can't tell me
something simple, my birthday.
That's something
we'll figure out together.
Kyle: The science of weather
came easily to me.
It was numbers,
data and patterns.
What I couldn't figure out,
no matter how hard I tried...
was me.
Where's Declan?
Geeking out with Josh.
Put a guy in front
of a video game
and there goes
his personality.
Well, try growing up
in the Pink Floyd
era and replace video
games with pot.
It's so tedious.
- You're baking?
- I bake.
You make.
It's a special occasion, OK?
Cut me some slack.
OK. I'm just saying, you don't
have to bake a cake for me.
Well, birthdays are
all about cake.
I guess I'm just not feeling
the birthday thing.
But you love your birthday.
Not this year.
Kyle's just bummed
out 'cause he knows
the aliens are coming
back to get him.
It's the rain. They travel
on lightning bolts.
Like in War
of the Worlds.
Cool it, Josh.
You got a better theory?
Get him... The ax guy
in the corner, get him.
- Oh, great, it's spreading.
- Hey, hon.
Did you know Lori
hates her birthday?
Do we still have
to suck up to her?
Oh, 'cause you were doing
such a good job.
'Cause she's in a
fight with Hilary.
She's in a fight
with Hilary?
Hey, Kyle, come in.
We'll play teams.
Kyle, what's wrong?
- Is this from your dream?
- I think it's a memory.
Nicole: You saw him
in your dream last night?
Then again earlier,
like a flash.
But you don't
recognize his face?
No. He popped into my head. I
checked the weather archives.
The last storm we
had was the night
before I woke up
in the woods.
Maybe this is a
memory from then.
It's definitely
a possibility.
I'm tired of possibilities.
I need something to be real.
That's the problem
with amnesia.
Your mind only unlocks
information when it's ready.
There are other methods.
Hypnosis, drugs...
- You've been studying.
- I need to understand myself.
I get it, Kyle, I do.
I promise you,
if I believe there's
an alternative
to the "wait and
see" method
I'll give it a shot.
But those kinds
of aggressive
therapies can
work against you.
You just had what may have
been your first memory.
I don't want to
risk a set-back.
Can you trust
me on this?
The power line's down.
Tom: What are you doing?
Tom!
Sorry to startle you, Mr.
Trager.
A bunch of houses in the
neighborhood have lost power.
I'm just doing the rounds,
making sure everybody's OK.
I'm glad you're here.
Our foster son drew a
picture of someone
staring in at him
from the window.
At first we thought
it was his
imagination, but now
I'm not so sure.
What if it's the
same person that
broke in the
house last week?
You said something about,
that he drew a picture?
Yeah.
I should probably
look at that.
- All right, it's inside.
- Yeah, let's do that.
I hear you're anti-birthday.
Word travels fast.
My last birthday,
my dad couldn't
be bothered to
be in town.
So, I raided the liquor
cabinet in protest.
At least you got
blueberry pancakes.
Your favorite.
Parents like me.
What can I say?
Seriously, what's your deal?
I'm just feeling particularly
friendless right now.
It makes celebrating another
year of life sort of bleak.
I'm your friend.
Kind of, I think.
Yeah, after you duped me
into losing my virginity?
- I didn't dupe you...
- Please.
Water. Bridge.
So what really
happened to your head?
It seems like whoever asks
gets a different story.
I told you, I fell.
Before or after
your fight with your dad?
Can we drop this, please?
You know, my mom's a
therapist. You could...
Trager, it's no big deal.
Seriously.
No scandalous family drama.
No horrible tales of abuse.
Let it go. I'm fine.
Door!
Hi.
Hi.
The power's out at my house.
I didn't wanna be home alone,
- so I thought I'd come here.
- Where's Charlie?
At his house.
Why didn't you
go over there?
I guess I just wanted
to come over here.
Josh said you
remembered something.
I still don't
know what it means.
It will come
back to you.
I'm beginning to
wonder if it will.
I think you should get out of
the tub. You're wallowing.
"To indulge oneself
immoderately,
as in, wallowing
in self-pity."
- I'm wallowing.
- Well, it's depressing.
- What are you doing?
- I'm gonna wallow with you.
- This is strange.
- Yep.
Well, here it is.
It's... a lot of detail.
Yeah.
- You recognize him?
- No.
No, I never saw him before.
Did Kyle say when he saw him?
No, he was spooked
by the whole thing.
- He didn't say much.
- OK.
I'll circulate it
at the security company.
I'll pass it on to the police
and maybe they can ID him.
Great. Thanks.
I really appreciate it.
No problem.
Just doing my job.
Did you give
him the picture?
Yeah.
Poor Kyle. He was so sure it
was a memory and not a dream.
I wish it was. I
don't like the
idea of someone
trying to break in.
It's strange that
both times somebody
tried to get into
Kyle's room.
Do you ever
wonder if Kyle...
What?
No. It's ridiculous.
After everything
we've witnessed,
nothing is ridiculous.
No one's reported him missing.
He's capable of doing things
that no normal child,
or no normal human being,
should be capable of.
I'm not saying
that I believe in
Josh's crazy
theories, but...
But?
Maybe he's not missing
for a reason.
Maybe there's
someone out there
that knows exactly
where he is.
Maybe they're watching him.
You mean, like
little green men?
No, but...
You know, all of
this, it's so crazy.
It just kind of
makes you wonder.
- Yes?
- We've got a problem.
He's starting to remember.
- Board games?
- Anything's better
than dodging real
conversation.
- You went in my room?
- Get over it.
Mystic vision? I
don't think so.
Yeah, we don't
want to play that.
- What is it?
- It's a Ouija board.
You ask it questions
and supposedly
the spirits spell
out answers.
When, in reality,
it's usually some
idiot moving the
pointer around.
We should do something.
This rain's
not letting up
anytime soon.
Actually, it's letting
up in 32 minutes,
according to KZRE
Weather here.
Not anymore.
The wind shifted.
- I bet it did.
- Let's play.
- It's totally fake, Kyle.
- I don't care.
No. Seriously,
find another game.
Josh.
Looks like the spirits
are total pervs.
One word, dude, Internet.
How do we start?
Yeah?
I'm hoping you
have a plan.
You still there?
I think I know
how to stop that
family from asking
more questions.
Good.
If his memory's
getting any clearer,
the family's gonna
become a problem.
I'll take care of it.
OK. I'll go first.
Who is the biggest queen bee
bitch at Beachwood High?
"L"...
"O"...
"R"...
Josh!
What can I say?
The spirits speak the truth.
OK.
My turn. How badly am I going
to destroy Declan's high score
once the electricity
comes back on?
No spirit can help you
with that, junior.
- You're toast.
- Can I go next?
Knock yourself out.
When's my birthday?
Kyle, you know this
is just a game?
For 12-year-olds.
Hey! If anyone can get a Ouija
board to work, it's him.
Just concentrate, Kyle.
I don't think...
Who's moving the pointer?
Josh: Seven...
Eight...
One...
- Two...
- I'm getting freaked out.
Two...
Seven...
Seven, eight, one,
two, two, seven.
What does it mean?
Seven, eight, one,
two, two, seven.
You had to have
been pushing it.
Spelling out your
alien birthday?
- I wasn't.
- You don't think you were.
- I wasn't.
- What is that?
A Kyle file. I've
documented every
out-of-the ordinary
event and behavior
ever since we got him.
"Made contact
with spirit world."
Buddy. It's classified.
This is ridiculous.
He's not an alien.
He's not even a
good weatherman.
The rain?
It stopped.
This doesn't make any sense.
Neither do the Chicken
Little conspiracy
theories Josh has
been spouting.
You guys aren't
buying any of this?
Kyle isn't supernatural.
He's just kid with no memory
and annoyingly accurate
knowledge of the encyclopedia.
- You don't know that.
- Declan: It's a game.
There's no such thing
as spirits or ghosts.
When you're dead, you're dead.
Buried, rotting.
Declan, shut up.
- No, it's OK.
- No, it's not OK.
Oh, God, your dad...
I'm sorry.
Kyle: There was a sudden drop
in the barometric pressure,
the crackling rise of static
electricity in the air,
and the subtle smell of ozone.
- Get back inside, now!
- What are you talking about?
Just come on!
- That was weird.
- What was that?
Nothing.
It was nothing.
Hallelujah!
Ready to get your ass kicked?
You wish.
- So how's your day going?
- It's a fiesta.
Kyle channeled a
supernatural dimension.
What?
The Ouija board.
It spelled out
some weird
number for him.
He was totally pushing it.
Of course, but he may not
realize he was doing it,
in which case,
maybe it's another
memory trying to
claw its way out.
Did he say he knew
what the number meant?
Of course not, that
would be too easy.
Well, I have to talk
to him about it.
He asked it when
his birthday was.
He's having a hard time
with that today.
Everyone's weird today.
Even Declan, who's usually
dependably un-weird.
So, what's going on with him?
I don't know.
He won't talk to me.
I haven't mastered
the art of shrinking like you.
Well, sometimes
the easiest way
to get somebody
to open up
is to just be there
for them without
judgment when they're
ready to spill.
Yeah. See, that's the problem.
I live for judgment.
You and Declan definitely
seem to be getting closer.
Yeah, I guess.
I guess you probably feel
that you're ready for more...
physically, I mean.
Are you shrinking
me right now?
Shrinking, momming, you
know... whatever works.
Stick to baking.
It's less mortifying.
You know, life can be
mortifying sometimes.
And trust me,
sometimes sex can be too.
That's straying
from the usual
"when two people
love each other
- they make magic" script.
- Well, that's true too.
It's just that it doesn't
always happen that way,
especially if you
rush into things.
You're right.
- I am?
- I'm not ready.
What did you find?
9,734 hits for "7-8-1-2-2-7".
Try "7-8-1-2-2-7" and "alien".
That's not funny.
How about "freaky
meteorologist"?
Try "7-8-1-2-2-7", "birthday".
Nothing.
Doesn't matter. I've got the
whole thing figured out.
How?
You sure you can handle it?
My theory is you're
an alien-human hybrid.
The meta-geeks who
created you put
you here to be
their lab rat.
Maybe he's here to check the
climate for inhabitability.
That would explain
the weather thing.
- Stop.
- Josh: Seriously.
They're watching you interact
with us, taking notes.
So they can wipe us
out and replace us
with a master race
of hybrid freaks.
Then, when they've
done enough recon,
they'll beam down
and take you away.
- Please stop.
- I don't think...
No, it's OK.
Here's the beauty of it.
It's totally out
of our hands, and
there's nothing we
can do to change it.
So you gotta go with the flow,
you know?
Josh!
I don't want to hear any more!
How is this supposed
to make me feel?
"Searches for alien
mother ship"?
"Sleeps in a bathtub"?
"Memorizes the encyclopedia"?
"Predicts lightning"?
This is fun for you.
Everyone around
here gets a kick
out of it, but
this notebook,
this is the only thing I know
about my entire life!
- Kyle.
- Mom, I didn't...
I need you to go upstairs.
Please, all of you.
I can't feel like
this anymore.
I don't wanna be this freak
in Josh's notebook.
I need to know who I am.
Kyle, I want you to listen
to something, OK?
Come on, sit down.
Forget about everything else
you're feeling now
and just listen to the sound
of my voice.
Now, find the rhythm of the
other sounds in the room.
Listen to the water dripping
off the gutter.
Breathe into that sound.
Let it fill you up.
Let your mind and your
heartbeat connect to it.
Good.
Good.
It's all gonna be OK.
I am the scum of the earth.
You're not scum.
Maybe like, algae.
Nobody knew how much
that stuff bugged him.
Here I am, whining
because I'm not psyched
about the way my
life has turned out,
and he's wishing
he could
remember the
things he regrets.
Maybe I'm upset about things
that happened in the past,
but at least I have one.
He's just this total blank.
That doesn't sound
so bad to me.
But it feels bad.
Kyle feels bad.
It sucks.
Stephen: Come on in, Tom.
I've got some information
about your intruder.
Hi there.
How are you doing?
I know you.
You recognize me from
patrolling the neighborhood.
- You had some news?
- Yeah. According to police,
there was a hit-and-run
around 2:00am.
No one was hurt and was
probably caused by weather,
and not reckless driving,
but a driver fled the scene,
which is a crime, so...
Why would he lurk
outside our house?
Who was lurking
outside our house?
We didn't want to worry you,
but we found some blood
on the sill outside
your window.
We think that man
from your drawing
must have actually
been at your window.
Hit-and-run?
In my room, now!
OK, I panicked.
I was on my way home,
it was really hard to see,
and I skidded and
hit another car.
I freaked out and drove off.
The light, it was on in Kyle's
room, and he let me in.
I couldn't go home.
My dad would have murdered me.
Every time I think
you're a good guy,
you do something to completely
annihilate yourself.
Declan: You think I
don't know that?
You can't believe that
I don't recognize
that I'm a total
disaster of a person.
I'm sorry. I'm judging.
I get mad and
that's what I do.
Look, I know we've had
a lot of back and forth,
and played a lot of idiot
games with each other,
but you've been a really
good friend to me lately.
And if you need someone
to be that for you, I'm here.
That's all I want you to know.
What do I do now?
Depends on which guy
you want to be.
I have to turn myself in.
I'm so dead.
I'll visit you at County.
- You don't really think...
- No.
You'll be fine.
It's the right
thing to do, so
you can pat yourself
on the back
for not being totally
unredeemable.
This friendship thing
might work out OK, Trager?
Sure.
McDonough.
Spring cleaning?
I don't want to be reminded
of what I can't remember.
I think you've got
this all wrong.
You do?
Yeah.
You may not have anything
to hold onto now,
but maybe tomorrow
there'll be a new memory.
And the day after
that another one.
Soon you'll be
drowning in them.
Maybe.
But see, the rest of us,
as we grow up,
our memories get dimmer.
And we try anything
we can to stop
them from disappearing
completely.
If you ask me, you
got the better deal.
Thank you.
- For what?
- For making me feel better.
You make me feel
like there's hope.
Everyone needs hope. It gets
us through the rough spots.
- Will you tell me about him?
- Who?
Your dad.
Sure.
But not here.
In here.
Wallow central.
First off,
he was nothing like my mother.
But she was different
around him.
It was impossible
not to be.
Lighter, happier...
I remember this
one time he took
me to get my
ears pierced...
So Kyle doesn't have
a serial stalker.
Or little green men
watching over him.
Just a teenage boy afraid to
tell his dad what he did.
Yeah.
By the way, Lori's not
a virgin anymore.
You segued to that?
Thought I'd rip the
bandage off quickly.
- Did she tell you?
- No, of course not.
But I was talking to her about
not being ready for sex yet
and she agreed with me.
Oh, man.
I am not ready for this.
It's Declan.
Car-wrecking,
home-invading...
Stephen.
I'll kill him.
You slept with
Shelly Peterson and
weren't much
older than Josh.
You're not allowed
to use something
I said after ten
tequila shots
on our honeymoon
against me.
Did it screw
you up for life?
That's not fair.
It's different for girls.
- Isn't it?
- I think she's fine.
You know, talking
to her earlier,
there's something
there, like...
I don't know. Whatever
she's experienced
has made her
more together.
She's growing up.
We don't have to worry
about Josh, do we?
Josh still stashes porn
in his board games.
That's not a boy
who is anywhere
close to being
sexually active.
Hey.
If Declan was the
person at the window,
who's the man in
Kyle's drawings?
The police station's
gonna be a party
compared to what I
got coming at home.
Here's one from the parental
manipulation handbook:
Just apologize, cry a little,
throw out a few
self-loathing comments.
He'll end up trying to
make you feel better.
You know what you said about
me duping you into having sex?
Yeah. It's really
not a big deal.
It is.
Know that no
matter what Hilary
said to give
me the push,
she made me realize
I was about to lose you.
That's why I asked you out,
because I wanted to.
Thank you for that.
It's a shame it sucked so bad.
Goodbye.
Happy birthday, Lori.
How are you feeling?
Better.
Lori told me about the number
you discovered.
Seven-eight-one-two-two-seven.
You want to talk about it?
Tomorrow.
- Can I help?
- Sure.
I'll go gather everybody.
I'm not mad at you.
Thank God.
If you're gonna be
part of this family,
you've got to understand
all the traditions.
OK.
Here we go.
- All: One, two, three...
- Wait, wait, wait!
I was thinking,
if it's OK with Kyle,
I want to share my
birthday with you.
At least until you remember
when your real birthday is.
Thank you.
You can help me blow out
the candles and make a wish.
Make a wish to age
better than Lori.
Do you know what
you'll wish for?
Don't say it or it
won't come true.
It's another
birthday tradition.
That doesn't make any sense.
You're right. Screw it.
What do you wish for?
I think I'll keep
with the tradition.
OK.
Let's do it.
Josh. It never
gets old, does it?
Kyle: With the flash of the
camera the Tragers gave me
the first page of my history.
It may not go back
as far as Lori's or Josh's,
but I finally had a beginning.
And then my birthday
wish came true.
It made me feel like anything,
anything was possible.
What's the forecast say?
Sunny in the 60's
through Tuesday.
Rain.
Damn.
Kyle, what's wrong?
That's him.
Detective, there's a Nicole
Trager on the phone for you.
- Put her through.
- Yes, sir.
Mrs. Trager, what
can we do for you?
- What are you doing?
- I'm keeping a list.
What makes Kyle an alien.
He's this super-brain
with amnesia.
He barely knows
what you're saying sometimes,
but does calculus
like it's two plus two.
I'm telling you,
Kyle is not human.
You don't have
a belly button?
No.
- Why not?
- I don't know.
Anyway, I should apologize.
I screw up all the time.
Maybe it's your turn.
Stephen: Do they
have any suspects?
Nicole: No, not yet.
Does this mean
anything to you?
No.
Nicole: I think
someone's breaking in.
Tom from our
security company.
Hello, sir.
You just happened
to be driving by?
Yeah. It's a
lucky thing?
Thanks, man. It's getting
pretty wet out there.
You're Kyle, right?
The amnesia guy?
Yeah.
You broke the window
at my party. My
dad had an aneurism
over that one.
Sorry.
He has aneurisms
over everything.
So, whatever. It's cool.
You mind?
You know,
Lori's sleeping.
Well, yeah.
It's pretty late.
I need a place to crash.
I didn't think
it was too smart
to climb up to
her window.
You're bleeding.
Crap. Sorry.
It's OK, but what
happened to you?
It's a long story. Too boring.
You got an extra
blanket or
something? I'll crash
on your floor.
- What is this place?
- My bedroom.
Where's the bed?
- You sleep in a tub?
- Yeah.
Trager said you're
a head case.
The rain should
let up by morning.
Actually, not until
2:27 tomorrow.
Yeah, whatever.
- Lori: Tell me you're joking.
- Kyle: No. He's in here.
Not good. What are
you doing here?
Got in a fight with my dad.
Needed to crash.
If my parents find
you, I am dead.
That is nothing compared
to what my dad'll do to you.
Relax, Trager.
They will never believe
that you weren't in my room.
The one time I'm not actually
doing anything wrong.
Today of all days.
What did you do to your head?
Slipped on some wet leaves.
Drink much?
I can sneak out.
They'll never know I was here.
They better not.
Just don't make a sound.
Oh, man.
You're up too early.
I thought I'd
have another half
hour to get
breakfast ready.
- I'm turning over a new leaf.
- Happy birthday, honey.
Thanks, Mom.
- I love you.
- Oh, I know.
I love you too.
Good morning.
Nice to meet you, Mr. Trager.
I'm Declan McDonough.
I just popped by
to wish Lori a happy birthday.
Declan? Well, it's nice
to finally meet you.
Do I smell pancakes?
What happened to your head?
Went up for a
dunk on the court
and landed the
wrong way.
- You play ball?
- Shooting guard.
Cool.
- More pancakes?
- Thanks.
You make a great blueberry
pancake, Mrs. Trager.
They're Lori's favorite.
I make
them every year
to celebrate.
Because we're so
happy she was born.
- I'm ignoring you.
- Good move.
If your birthday means
you're a year older,
aren't we celebrating
one year closer to death?
I guess that's one
way to look at it.
I think I just
lost my appetite.
Don't worry, Lori.
The average lifespan for the
American woman is 79.2 years.
If you were Japanese you
would have a few more years,
but it's still not so bad.
Whose idea was it to let
him read the encyclopedia?
Hey, we should bring out
Lori's baby pictures.
Reminisce over the
awkward years.
At least I'm out of mine.
Kyle: Birthdays.
Baby pictures.
Blueberry pancakes.
They were talking about
memories and traditions.
But I had none of my own.
You gonna eat that, or what?
Kyle, everything OK?
I'm fine.
Seems like it will never end,
doesn't it?
- Three more hours.
- You think?
You know.
It's easy to process data from
global weather satellites.
I just can't figure out
why rain triggers nightmares.
- Are you having bad dreams?
- Last night.
- What was it about?
- I'm not sure.
Well, don't dismiss it.
Every piece of information
from your head counts.
And dreams are a
reflection of
what's going on in
our subconscious.
- Where memories are stored.
- Exactly.
The brain is a powerful tool,
especially yours.
Yet it can't tell me
something simple, my birthday.
That's something
we'll figure out together.
Kyle: The science of weather
came easily to me.
It was numbers,
data and patterns.
What I couldn't figure out,
no matter how hard I tried...
was me.
Where's Declan?
Geeking out with Josh.
Put a guy in front
of a video game
and there goes
his personality.
Well, try growing up
in the Pink Floyd
era and replace video
games with pot.
It's so tedious.
- You're baking?
- I bake.
You make.
It's a special occasion, OK?
Cut me some slack.
OK. I'm just saying, you don't
have to bake a cake for me.
Well, birthdays are
all about cake.
I guess I'm just not feeling
the birthday thing.
But you love your birthday.
Not this year.
Kyle's just bummed
out 'cause he knows
the aliens are coming
back to get him.
It's the rain. They travel
on lightning bolts.
Like in War
of the Worlds.
Cool it, Josh.
You got a better theory?
Get him... The ax guy
in the corner, get him.
- Oh, great, it's spreading.
- Hey, hon.
Did you know Lori
hates her birthday?
Do we still have
to suck up to her?
Oh, 'cause you were doing
such a good job.
'Cause she's in a
fight with Hilary.
She's in a fight
with Hilary?
Hey, Kyle, come in.
We'll play teams.
Kyle, what's wrong?
- Is this from your dream?
- I think it's a memory.
Nicole: You saw him
in your dream last night?
Then again earlier,
like a flash.
But you don't
recognize his face?
No. He popped into my head. I
checked the weather archives.
The last storm we
had was the night
before I woke up
in the woods.
Maybe this is a
memory from then.
It's definitely
a possibility.
I'm tired of possibilities.
I need something to be real.
That's the problem
with amnesia.
Your mind only unlocks
information when it's ready.
There are other methods.
Hypnosis, drugs...
- You've been studying.
- I need to understand myself.
I get it, Kyle, I do.
I promise you,
if I believe there's
an alternative
to the "wait and
see" method
I'll give it a shot.
But those kinds
of aggressive
therapies can
work against you.
You just had what may have
been your first memory.
I don't want to
risk a set-back.
Can you trust
me on this?
The power line's down.
Tom: What are you doing?
Tom!
Sorry to startle you, Mr.
Trager.
A bunch of houses in the
neighborhood have lost power.
I'm just doing the rounds,
making sure everybody's OK.
I'm glad you're here.
Our foster son drew a
picture of someone
staring in at him
from the window.
At first we thought
it was his
imagination, but now
I'm not so sure.
What if it's the
same person that
broke in the
house last week?
You said something about,
that he drew a picture?
Yeah.
I should probably
look at that.
- All right, it's inside.
- Yeah, let's do that.
I hear you're anti-birthday.
Word travels fast.
My last birthday,
my dad couldn't
be bothered to
be in town.
So, I raided the liquor
cabinet in protest.
At least you got
blueberry pancakes.
Your favorite.
Parents like me.
What can I say?
Seriously, what's your deal?
I'm just feeling particularly
friendless right now.
It makes celebrating another
year of life sort of bleak.
I'm your friend.
Kind of, I think.
Yeah, after you duped me
into losing my virginity?
- I didn't dupe you...
- Please.
Water. Bridge.
So what really
happened to your head?
It seems like whoever asks
gets a different story.
I told you, I fell.
Before or after
your fight with your dad?
Can we drop this, please?
You know, my mom's a
therapist. You could...
Trager, it's no big deal.
Seriously.
No scandalous family drama.
No horrible tales of abuse.
Let it go. I'm fine.
Door!
Hi.
Hi.
The power's out at my house.
I didn't wanna be home alone,
- so I thought I'd come here.
- Where's Charlie?
At his house.
Why didn't you
go over there?
I guess I just wanted
to come over here.
Josh said you
remembered something.
I still don't
know what it means.
It will come
back to you.
I'm beginning to
wonder if it will.
I think you should get out of
the tub. You're wallowing.
"To indulge oneself
immoderately,
as in, wallowing
in self-pity."
- I'm wallowing.
- Well, it's depressing.
- What are you doing?
- I'm gonna wallow with you.
- This is strange.
- Yep.
Well, here it is.
It's... a lot of detail.
Yeah.
- You recognize him?
- No.
No, I never saw him before.
Did Kyle say when he saw him?
No, he was spooked
by the whole thing.
- He didn't say much.
- OK.
I'll circulate it
at the security company.
I'll pass it on to the police
and maybe they can ID him.
Great. Thanks.
I really appreciate it.
No problem.
Just doing my job.
Did you give
him the picture?
Yeah.
Poor Kyle. He was so sure it
was a memory and not a dream.
I wish it was. I
don't like the
idea of someone
trying to break in.
It's strange that
both times somebody
tried to get into
Kyle's room.
Do you ever
wonder if Kyle...
What?
No. It's ridiculous.
After everything
we've witnessed,
nothing is ridiculous.
No one's reported him missing.
He's capable of doing things
that no normal child,
or no normal human being,
should be capable of.
I'm not saying
that I believe in
Josh's crazy
theories, but...
But?
Maybe he's not missing
for a reason.
Maybe there's
someone out there
that knows exactly
where he is.
Maybe they're watching him.
You mean, like
little green men?
No, but...
You know, all of
this, it's so crazy.
It just kind of
makes you wonder.
- Yes?
- We've got a problem.
He's starting to remember.
- Board games?
- Anything's better
than dodging real
conversation.
- You went in my room?
- Get over it.
Mystic vision? I
don't think so.
Yeah, we don't
want to play that.
- What is it?
- It's a Ouija board.
You ask it questions
and supposedly
the spirits spell
out answers.
When, in reality,
it's usually some
idiot moving the
pointer around.
We should do something.
This rain's
not letting up
anytime soon.
Actually, it's letting
up in 32 minutes,
according to KZRE
Weather here.
Not anymore.
The wind shifted.
- I bet it did.
- Let's play.
- It's totally fake, Kyle.
- I don't care.
No. Seriously,
find another game.
Josh.
Looks like the spirits
are total pervs.
One word, dude, Internet.
How do we start?
Yeah?
I'm hoping you
have a plan.
You still there?
I think I know
how to stop that
family from asking
more questions.
Good.
If his memory's
getting any clearer,
the family's gonna
become a problem.
I'll take care of it.
OK. I'll go first.
Who is the biggest queen bee
bitch at Beachwood High?
"L"...
"O"...
"R"...
Josh!
What can I say?
The spirits speak the truth.
OK.
My turn. How badly am I going
to destroy Declan's high score
once the electricity
comes back on?
No spirit can help you
with that, junior.
- You're toast.
- Can I go next?
Knock yourself out.
When's my birthday?
Kyle, you know this
is just a game?
For 12-year-olds.
Hey! If anyone can get a Ouija
board to work, it's him.
Just concentrate, Kyle.
I don't think...
Who's moving the pointer?
Josh: Seven...
Eight...
One...
- Two...
- I'm getting freaked out.
Two...
Seven...
Seven, eight, one,
two, two, seven.
What does it mean?
Seven, eight, one,
two, two, seven.
You had to have
been pushing it.
Spelling out your
alien birthday?
- I wasn't.
- You don't think you were.
- I wasn't.
- What is that?
A Kyle file. I've
documented every
out-of-the ordinary
event and behavior
ever since we got him.
"Made contact
with spirit world."
Buddy. It's classified.
This is ridiculous.
He's not an alien.
He's not even a
good weatherman.
The rain?
It stopped.
This doesn't make any sense.
Neither do the Chicken
Little conspiracy
theories Josh has
been spouting.
You guys aren't
buying any of this?
Kyle isn't supernatural.
He's just kid with no memory
and annoyingly accurate
knowledge of the encyclopedia.
- You don't know that.
- Declan: It's a game.
There's no such thing
as spirits or ghosts.
When you're dead, you're dead.
Buried, rotting.
Declan, shut up.
- No, it's OK.
- No, it's not OK.
Oh, God, your dad...
I'm sorry.
Kyle: There was a sudden drop
in the barometric pressure,
the crackling rise of static
electricity in the air,
and the subtle smell of ozone.
- Get back inside, now!
- What are you talking about?
Just come on!
- That was weird.
- What was that?
Nothing.
It was nothing.
Hallelujah!
Ready to get your ass kicked?
You wish.
- So how's your day going?
- It's a fiesta.
Kyle channeled a
supernatural dimension.
What?
The Ouija board.
It spelled out
some weird
number for him.
He was totally pushing it.
Of course, but he may not
realize he was doing it,
in which case,
maybe it's another
memory trying to
claw its way out.
Did he say he knew
what the number meant?
Of course not, that
would be too easy.
Well, I have to talk
to him about it.
He asked it when
his birthday was.
He's having a hard time
with that today.
Everyone's weird today.
Even Declan, who's usually
dependably un-weird.
So, what's going on with him?
I don't know.
He won't talk to me.
I haven't mastered
the art of shrinking like you.
Well, sometimes
the easiest way
to get somebody
to open up
is to just be there
for them without
judgment when they're
ready to spill.
Yeah. See, that's the problem.
I live for judgment.
You and Declan definitely
seem to be getting closer.
Yeah, I guess.
I guess you probably feel
that you're ready for more...
physically, I mean.
Are you shrinking
me right now?
Shrinking, momming, you
know... whatever works.
Stick to baking.
It's less mortifying.
You know, life can be
mortifying sometimes.
And trust me,
sometimes sex can be too.
That's straying
from the usual
"when two people
love each other
- they make magic" script.
- Well, that's true too.
It's just that it doesn't
always happen that way,
especially if you
rush into things.
You're right.
- I am?
- I'm not ready.
What did you find?
9,734 hits for "7-8-1-2-2-7".
Try "7-8-1-2-2-7" and "alien".
That's not funny.
How about "freaky
meteorologist"?
Try "7-8-1-2-2-7", "birthday".
Nothing.
Doesn't matter. I've got the
whole thing figured out.
How?
You sure you can handle it?
My theory is you're
an alien-human hybrid.
The meta-geeks who
created you put
you here to be
their lab rat.
Maybe he's here to check the
climate for inhabitability.
That would explain
the weather thing.
- Stop.
- Josh: Seriously.
They're watching you interact
with us, taking notes.
So they can wipe us
out and replace us
with a master race
of hybrid freaks.
Then, when they've
done enough recon,
they'll beam down
and take you away.
- Please stop.
- I don't think...
No, it's OK.
Here's the beauty of it.
It's totally out
of our hands, and
there's nothing we
can do to change it.
So you gotta go with the flow,
you know?
Josh!
I don't want to hear any more!
How is this supposed
to make me feel?
"Searches for alien
mother ship"?
"Sleeps in a bathtub"?
"Memorizes the encyclopedia"?
"Predicts lightning"?
This is fun for you.
Everyone around
here gets a kick
out of it, but
this notebook,
this is the only thing I know
about my entire life!
- Kyle.
- Mom, I didn't...
I need you to go upstairs.
Please, all of you.
I can't feel like
this anymore.
I don't wanna be this freak
in Josh's notebook.
I need to know who I am.
Kyle, I want you to listen
to something, OK?
Come on, sit down.
Forget about everything else
you're feeling now
and just listen to the sound
of my voice.
Now, find the rhythm of the
other sounds in the room.
Listen to the water dripping
off the gutter.
Breathe into that sound.
Let it fill you up.
Let your mind and your
heartbeat connect to it.
Good.
Good.
It's all gonna be OK.
I am the scum of the earth.
You're not scum.
Maybe like, algae.
Nobody knew how much
that stuff bugged him.
Here I am, whining
because I'm not psyched
about the way my
life has turned out,
and he's wishing
he could
remember the
things he regrets.
Maybe I'm upset about things
that happened in the past,
but at least I have one.
He's just this total blank.
That doesn't sound
so bad to me.
But it feels bad.
Kyle feels bad.
It sucks.
Stephen: Come on in, Tom.
I've got some information
about your intruder.
Hi there.
How are you doing?
I know you.
You recognize me from
patrolling the neighborhood.
- You had some news?
- Yeah. According to police,
there was a hit-and-run
around 2:00am.
No one was hurt and was
probably caused by weather,
and not reckless driving,
but a driver fled the scene,
which is a crime, so...
Why would he lurk
outside our house?
Who was lurking
outside our house?
We didn't want to worry you,
but we found some blood
on the sill outside
your window.
We think that man
from your drawing
must have actually
been at your window.
Hit-and-run?
In my room, now!
OK, I panicked.
I was on my way home,
it was really hard to see,
and I skidded and
hit another car.
I freaked out and drove off.
The light, it was on in Kyle's
room, and he let me in.
I couldn't go home.
My dad would have murdered me.
Every time I think
you're a good guy,
you do something to completely
annihilate yourself.
Declan: You think I
don't know that?
You can't believe that
I don't recognize
that I'm a total
disaster of a person.
I'm sorry. I'm judging.
I get mad and
that's what I do.
Look, I know we've had
a lot of back and forth,
and played a lot of idiot
games with each other,
but you've been a really
good friend to me lately.
And if you need someone
to be that for you, I'm here.
That's all I want you to know.
What do I do now?
Depends on which guy
you want to be.
I have to turn myself in.
I'm so dead.
I'll visit you at County.
- You don't really think...
- No.
You'll be fine.
It's the right
thing to do, so
you can pat yourself
on the back
for not being totally
unredeemable.
This friendship thing
might work out OK, Trager?
Sure.
McDonough.
Spring cleaning?
I don't want to be reminded
of what I can't remember.
I think you've got
this all wrong.
You do?
Yeah.
You may not have anything
to hold onto now,
but maybe tomorrow
there'll be a new memory.
And the day after
that another one.
Soon you'll be
drowning in them.
Maybe.
But see, the rest of us,
as we grow up,
our memories get dimmer.
And we try anything
we can to stop
them from disappearing
completely.
If you ask me, you
got the better deal.
Thank you.
- For what?
- For making me feel better.
You make me feel
like there's hope.
Everyone needs hope. It gets
us through the rough spots.
- Will you tell me about him?
- Who?
Your dad.
Sure.
But not here.
In here.
Wallow central.
First off,
he was nothing like my mother.
But she was different
around him.
It was impossible
not to be.
Lighter, happier...
I remember this
one time he took
me to get my
ears pierced...
So Kyle doesn't have
a serial stalker.
Or little green men
watching over him.
Just a teenage boy afraid to
tell his dad what he did.
Yeah.
By the way, Lori's not
a virgin anymore.
You segued to that?
Thought I'd rip the
bandage off quickly.
- Did she tell you?
- No, of course not.
But I was talking to her about
not being ready for sex yet
and she agreed with me.
Oh, man.
I am not ready for this.
It's Declan.
Car-wrecking,
home-invading...
Stephen.
I'll kill him.
You slept with
Shelly Peterson and
weren't much
older than Josh.
You're not allowed
to use something
I said after ten
tequila shots
on our honeymoon
against me.
Did it screw
you up for life?
That's not fair.
It's different for girls.
- Isn't it?
- I think she's fine.
You know, talking
to her earlier,
there's something
there, like...
I don't know. Whatever
she's experienced
has made her
more together.
She's growing up.
We don't have to worry
about Josh, do we?
Josh still stashes porn
in his board games.
That's not a boy
who is anywhere
close to being
sexually active.
Hey.
If Declan was the
person at the window,
who's the man in
Kyle's drawings?
The police station's
gonna be a party
compared to what I
got coming at home.
Here's one from the parental
manipulation handbook:
Just apologize, cry a little,
throw out a few
self-loathing comments.
He'll end up trying to
make you feel better.
You know what you said about
me duping you into having sex?
Yeah. It's really
not a big deal.
It is.
Know that no
matter what Hilary
said to give
me the push,
she made me realize
I was about to lose you.
That's why I asked you out,
because I wanted to.
Thank you for that.
It's a shame it sucked so bad.
Goodbye.
Happy birthday, Lori.
How are you feeling?
Better.
Lori told me about the number
you discovered.
Seven-eight-one-two-two-seven.
You want to talk about it?
Tomorrow.
- Can I help?
- Sure.
I'll go gather everybody.
I'm not mad at you.
Thank God.
If you're gonna be
part of this family,
you've got to understand
all the traditions.
OK.
Here we go.
- All: One, two, three...
- Wait, wait, wait!
I was thinking,
if it's OK with Kyle,
I want to share my
birthday with you.
At least until you remember
when your real birthday is.
Thank you.
You can help me blow out
the candles and make a wish.
Make a wish to age
better than Lori.
Do you know what
you'll wish for?
Don't say it or it
won't come true.
It's another
birthday tradition.
That doesn't make any sense.
You're right. Screw it.
What do you wish for?
I think I'll keep
with the tradition.
OK.
Let's do it.
Josh. It never
gets old, does it?
Kyle: With the flash of the
camera the Tragers gave me
the first page of my history.
It may not go back
as far as Lori's or Josh's,
but I finally had a beginning.
And then my birthday
wish came true.
It made me feel like anything,
anything was possible.
What's the forecast say?
Sunny in the 60's
through Tuesday.
Rain.
Damn.
Kyle, what's wrong?
That's him.
Detective, there's a Nicole
Trager on the phone for you.
- Put her through.
- Yes, sir.
Mrs. Trager, what
can we do for you?