Resident Alien (2021–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - An Alien in New York - full transcript

Previously
on "Resident Alien"...

- What are you doing?
- Sorry.

- I'm married.
- Sorry about that.

You're not getting
your ball back.

I've hidden it
where you'll never find it.

Where's Murphy?

"If you ever want to see
your dog again,

return my alien ball."

Ball!

Who took it?

We just picked up a signal--



lines of encrypted code,
but the signature is alien.

Seriously?
What does it say?

It's a phone number

from New York City.

Demelio's Pizzeria,
East 3rd Street.

Pack your bags.
We're going to New York.

♪

Open up, it's me.

Harry.

- Sam?
- I can't do this anymore.

It's gotten way out of hand.

All right, take it easy.
What's--what's wrong?

This is what's wrong.

Is this supposed to be
some kind of threat?



They sent me
the same things--

photos of Isabelle, Liza.

When we went to that
charity thing in New York,

they said that the money
was for the clinic--

a donation, they called it.

Well, this doesn't feel like
a donation anymore, Harry.

- Okay, you need to calm down.
- Calm down? I can't calm down!

They're threatening
our families!

We need to go
to the authorities.

And tell them what?

Anything you say
could also implicate us.

Is that what you want?

We don't have
any concrete evidence.

- We have the medical records.
- That's not enough.

We cannot cross these people
without an actual plan.

Okay.

You keep bringing me
the records,

and I'll work on digging up
some more proof.

Just give me
a few months, okay?

Sam, I promise.

Two months.

♪

Sam Hodges was just here.

He's threatening to go
to the police.

♪

What do you want me to do?

♪

"Mayor Ben's Major Bomb."

Man.

"Experiencing Ben Hawthorne's
Family Day play,

"you feel as if you're standing
in a mine

"holding a stick
of lit dynamite,

counting down the seconds
until it's finally over."

I don't read
the "Patience Post,"

and neither does anyone else
'cause it's a garbage paper.

Yeah, well,
maybe nobody else reads it

'cause you got all the copies
here in your office.

The town deserves the truth,

you know, not lies written
by a girl I went to school with

and hates me 'cause I'm great
at times tables.

Uh, 6 times 5 is 30.
Still got it.

Yeah, you still got it.

But maybe, uh, you should
keep reading, though.

Look at that.

Jessup is trying to build
a five-star resort

to boost tourism.
- Great.

I'll get revenge on their mayor
by stress vomiting

in their Michelin star restaurant.

Well, man, not if
it's your restaurant first.

I mean, the resort company's
still in the scouting phase.

Who says it's got to be Jessup?

That Grady property
up on the ridge

is already begging
to be developed.

A resort?
Huh.

Could be a great way
to increase tourism,

you know, get some money
coming in.

Exactly.
More tourism, more revenue.

I can get that air fryer
for the break room.

Health is wealth.
You understand?

Huh. Yeah, I'll--
I'll poll the town,

see if the idea resonates
with people.

You know what?

That's a great idea.
- Yeah.

And you should also
get a banner

to fly all over Colorado
that says,

"Please steal our resort idea."

Hmm. Not sure the sarcasm
is necessary.

Look, I'm sorry, all right?
I'm just tired, you know.

Cletus is
in this humping stage.

You know, I had to spend
half the night

defending my easy chair.

Speaking of, do you know
anything about, uh,

getting stains
out of couch cushions?

I mean deep stains.

No, you know anything about
getting disgusting images

out of my head?

No.

Don't tell nobody
about that resort idea.

It doesn't matter
what clothes you wear.

You're still gonna be covered
in that gross skin suit

when you meet this alien.

You're just jealous
because I discovered

another alien who is my people,
my real family.

You are just a distant cousin
who lives in a mobile home.

Hey, cousins
are real family.

I'm at least more family

than that dumb land seal
sitting next to you.

Do not talk badly
about this beast.

When I give him treats,
he is happy!

When I give you shrimps,
all you do is complain.

All I said was,

"Could you serve them
with a smile?"

Mm.

Close the shutters.

Dark storm cloud
is approaching.

- Ah, ha ha!
- Eat shit, bottom-feeder.

We fly later tonight,

but I maxed out
my credit cards,

so eat a lot before you go
'cause we can't afford food.

- Money is not a problem.

We can just take some
from the money bag.

Yeah, sure.

What the...?

Where the hell did you
get all this money?

It came with the house.

And there is one coupon

for a free sundae
at Mrs. Peaches Ice Cream.

Do you know where I can find
this Mrs. Peaches?

Harry, houses don't just come
with duffel bags full of money.

What is this?

Holy shit!

It's Sam and the real
Harry Vanderspeigle.

That is the daughter-child

b-before her hair turned green.

Look, Sam wrote Harry a note.

"Harry, you wanted
more evidence

- "against Galvan/
- Powell Group.

Here. Call me."

These are
Sam's medical records.

What are they doing here?

You didn't see this
at the bottom of the bag?

I got distracted
by the coupon.

- Who the hell
- is Galvan/
- Powell Group?

Mm.

Okay, people do not just
carry this much cash on them.

And--and if they do,
it's because they stole it

or they were paid to do
something illegal.

He was a bad man.

Yes.

Real Harry killed Sam,
so maybe, uh,

- Galvan/
- Powell Group was behind it somehow?

But why would anyone
want to kill Sam?

And why did Sam give Harry
his medical records?

And why do you have a dog?

I'm a dog person now.

♪

I was just looking
at the call logs.

Did you know that there were
three separate phone calls

about a meteor a while back?

Yeah, I think I know
where you're going with this,

and I'm not liking it.

Sir, I just think
that we should consider

that maybe it wasn't a meteor.

Maybe it was a U--
- Deputy, no.

- F--
- Please don't. Please.

- O.
- Damn it!

You're supposed to be
an officer of the law.

Sir, I just have
a strong feeling

in my gut here,
and you always told me

I should trust my gut.

Deputy, look, I appreciate
mystical creatures, all right?

I really do.

Well, except for mermaids.

You know, where they get off
sitting up on the rocks

all high and mighty,

expecting you
to ask them out on a date?

I mean, why they so stuck up?

I mean, if you have fish,

you gonna smell all like fish,
you understand?

- Gross.
- Look, here is the deal.

You want to hunt for aliens?
That's fine.

You do it on your time,
not mine.

Yes, sir.

♪ And so we're running
just as fast as we can ♪

♪ Holding on
to one another's hand ♪

♪ Trying to get away
into the night ♪

♪ And then you put your arms
around me ♪

♪ And we tumble to the ground
and you say ♪

♪ "I think we're alone now

♪ "Doesn't seem to be
anyone around ♪

♪ "I think we're alone now

♪ The beating of our hearts
is the only sound" ♪

- Thank you, Ed.
- Wow. Nice song.

Get in here.
What do you want?

You want something
that burns the chest

or burns the throat?

Actually, uh, I'm here
in a mayoral capacity.

I need to borrow one of those
ATVs tomorrow morning.

That doesn't sound
very mayoral.

What's it for?

Uh, well,
I-I just need to update

the, uh, Patience website.

Wanted to get a-a few pictures
of the Grady property.

Oh.
Okay, great.

Well, um, I'm off work
tomorrow, so I can take you.

No.

No, no. No need to do that.

You know, I mean,
I prefer to ride solo.

You know, bit of a--
bit of a lone wolf.

Like when you
crashed your tricycle

into the pond
when you were seven?

Uh, you pushed me
down a hill.

Hey, good luck proving that
in a court of law.

Anyway, um,
there's only one ATV

available at the Outfitters,

and it needs to be driven
by an insured driver.

And since they were
stupid enough to insure...

This guy, I have to take you.

So pick you up at 10:00?

Great.

♪

Hello?

What?

I know you're in there.

♪

- Do not put that thing

in here with me--
I'm trying to read.

Hello.

This is a home invasion!

Why are you alone?
Where is shit for brains?

Did you get a divorce?

Divorce is against
my religion

unless it's initiated
by the man,

which is why
I'm never getting married.

That is good news
for men everywhere.

I see that you have agreed
to my terms.

You give me my ball,
and I give you your dog back.

Funny story about the ball,

really funny, actually.

Why do I feel like this
is n-not going to be funny?

Well, you know how Max

stole the ball from you.
- Mm.

- I stole it from him.

And then somebody stole it
from me.

Isn't that hysterical?

What?
Who stole it from you?

Probably the government.
Crazy, right?

Someday you'll laugh about it.

I'll take the dog now.

No!
You will not have the dog!

Hey, put me--put me down.

- Oh, no.
- Yes!

Yes, you should be afraid

of what I will do to you.

That ball can do more
than just grow hair

all over your
stupid fart friend.

I can control its energy.

I can turn you inside out!

And then you will
go to school

with your inside-out body!
- Harry.

Turn around, you dummy.

Get away! No!

Oh! 42!

I-I-I...

Can't see. I can--
Is it--is it you, cousin?

Yes, it is me.
I am here.

You are going to be okay.
- No.

It's my time.

I've--I've lived a good life.

Oh, you should've fed the dog

before you put him
in there with me.

No, you--you cannot die!

I'm sorry that I told you
you were not my real family.

You had angered me by demanding

that we watch
home-improvement shows.

You live in water.

I mean, what do you care
about breakfast nooks?

I'm sorry!

- It's okay.

It's okay.

You have real family now...

i-in New York.

Go.

Find your alien...

- For me.

I will never forget you.

It was an honorable death.

Honor my life by...

eating my dead body

in a butter sauce with a--

a nice--like, a really nice
Chardonnay.

42.

No!

No! 42!

No!

You can't go!

Stay with me!

♪

Breathe, damn you!

♪ I hear you calling me

♪ "Dearest"

♪ Too

♪ My dearest

♪ This picture

♪

♪ My own memory

♪ Wishing

♪ This picture

♪ Was reality

♪

♪ Where do I go

♪ From here?

♪ The Lord

♪ Took you away

♪ And if you

♪ Could see me today

Mmm.

♪ Remember you

♪ I will remember you

♪

♪ Big neech, oh, sheesh

♪ Rez road, my streets

♪ Copper shield, gold teeth

♪ Spirit hours, no sleep

♪ Ain't no more talkin',
I'm walkin' this shit ♪

♪ You should see my hair
blow in the wind ♪

Ha ha!
This is awesome!

This is awful.
Too many people.

The last island that had
this many humans on it

was Atlantis, and that
did not turn out well.

That man has
so many pigeon pets

and not one of them
is on a leash.

Okay, the hotel is this way.
Stay close.

- This is a mean joke.

In order to find the one alien
on Earth like me,

I must wade through this sea
of humanity.

If I had an alien ball,

I could just turn them all
to stone

so they would stop
bumping into me,

or at least make them
stink less.

Asta, why does this city smell

like so many things ripening
at once?

You're not Asta!

You--Asta!

Asta!

Asta!
- Get over here right now!

I told you to stay close.

Sorry.

It's okay.

Wow.
I forgot how awesome this is.

Yeah, right?

Mr. Grady used to let me
train up here.

Yeah, my dad used to bring me
up here when I was a kid.

Well, take a few more,
and then we'll head up top

where there's a real view.

Uh, u-up top?

How are we gonna get up there?

You're gonna love it.

Next!
What can I get you?

Um, I'd like two slices
of pepperoni.

Anything else?

And...

We were sent here.

We got a signal.

Does that mean anything to you?

Hmm?

You want something?

Does an alien live here?

I'll take one pepperoni slice.

One sausage slice.

One more pepperoni slice.

One more sausage slice.

I don't need this shit.
$34.51.

Make it one more slice
of sausage.

Harry.

Also, we would like
to meet the alien,

if you did not hear me before.

How many pieces of pepperoni
did I order?

You pay for your pizza,

or you get out.

Of course.

Here, have some closet cash.

No! My God. Oh.

Uh, um, you know what?

Uh, go ahead, keep the change.

Thank you so much.

I didn't realize
I had to teach you

how to order food.

This is incredible.

Am I supposed to eat the plate?

- No.
- Can I?

Mmm, it's oiled.

Mmm.

I don't get it.

This is the number you got.

Something has to be here!

I wonder if the number's
for whoever had it

before the pizza place.

They have to make that
information public, don't they?

What are you doing?

Are you listening to me?

It says "Goliath."

♪

How do you know that?

Because it is written
in my alien language.

- Told you you could do it.

Ah.

Look at this view.

Worth it?

Worth it.

Oh, thanks.

Shit, I didn't think of it.

I should've told you
to bring Kate.

She would love this.

Oh, she, uh, took Max to
her mom's for a couple nights.

Oh, Benny, all alone.

Let me guess, cartoons
and cereal for breakfast,

cartoons and cereal for dinner.

Ah, definition
of a perfect day.

And with Kate gone,
I don't have to worry

about holding in my farts.

You don't fart
around your wi--

What's the point
of being married

if you can't fart
around your wife?

Yeah, I don't do
a lot of things around Kate.

What does that mean?

No, I don't know.

Sometimes I just feel

like I can't be myself
in front of her,

you know, can't do the things
that I want to do.

I thought you guys
were getting along great.

The way she talks about it,
your house is all

handcuffs and frozen dildos.

Oh, yeah, she was--

she was just kidding
about that stuff.

No, she wasn't.
No, it's real.

And it lives inside me
forever now.

It's little things.

I-I have this wall hanging

that I-I want to put up
in the living room,

but she'd hate it,

so it's been in the closet
for six months.

Oh, that's messed up.

I mean, it's
your house, too, right?

Just do what you want.

If she doesn't like it,
that's her issue.

It's not that simple.

Oh, shoot.

Gee, I didn't know
things were like that...

for you.

♪

I'm sorry
that I kissed you that night.

I shouldn't have done that.
It was a shitty thing to do.

Sorry.

Ah, you couldn't help it.

I mean...

look at me.

Yeah, you're quite a sight.

So apparently Goliath
is a famous street artist

and a total recluse.

He's done a bunch of murals
in the city.

But each time

he does a new one,
it appears overnight.

They've even nicknamed him
"The Ghost of New York."

- That does not make sense.

Ghosts do not even have hands
to hold a paintbrush.

Shit!

Where? Where? Where?

No, no, listen to this.

"Nobody's ever met Goliath,

but countless people
have tried."

If nobody knows who he is,
how are we gonna find him?

Did that mural mean something?

No, but aliens
do not paint images

on dirty walls for decoration.

Everything he does
has a purpose.

Which is?

I need to see all the murals.

Then I will know.

Okay, let's look up
the next one.

This way.
- Mm. Mm.

♪

All right.

If you could explain
the events

leading up to the call...

Well, I look up,
and there it was,

sailing across the sky.

Everything all right
out here, Deputy?

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Plunkett
was robbed last night.

I'm telling her
about the UFO I saw.

I even got it on video.

- Deputy.

Deputy.
- Sir.

A word, please.

Excuse me.

♪

Robbed?

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Plunkett was robbed...

of her sense of innocence
that aliens don't exist.

Okay, now, you think
police work is a joke, huh?

You think this is a game.
What you think--

I got Willy Wonka
tattooed on my ass

'cause it's a chocolate factory
or something?

I swear, everything I say

goes in one ear
and right out the other.

Oh, right now that'd be nice.

- Hey, hey.
- Sir.

Sir.
- Hold on. Hold.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, Deputy!
Stay back, stay back!

Hold on! Wait, wait!
Hold on, Deputy.

Hold on. Step back, I got this.
Get down, get down!

Damn it, Deputy,
I told you to stay back!

Why would I stay back?

Because I said so,
that's why!

You think this is a game?
This is how people get killed!

Get up, get your ass up.
Come over here.

I'm tired of this.

Okay, I think the real
Harry Vanderspeigle

received a large sum of money

- from the Galvan/
- Powell Group here in New York.

What?

We are supposed to be looking
for Goliath murals.

We are, I just--
I just need five minutes, okay?

The botulin in the floorboards,
the bag of money,

the note from Sam
to real Harry--

if this company is connected,
I need to know.

I'm starting to doubt

everything
I ever knew about Sam.

- Fine.
- No, no, no, no.

No, no.
I have to go by myself, okay?

If they are connected at all
to Sam's death,

they might recognize you,
and it's way too dangerous.

Just stay here.

I'll be right--

I'll be right back!

♪

♪

I must find Goliath.

He is as close as I can get
to my home planet.

I do not know how much
of my alien self

I have forgotten.

Goliath will remind me
of my true identity.

The murals will lead me to him
and to myself.

Harry Vanderspeigle.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Son of a bitch.

Harry,
what are you doing here?

Why are you in New York?

It appears this man
knows Harry, but how?

Is he a friend? An enemy?

Are you listening
to me, asshole?

Not a friend.

I am drinking coffee...

and I am eating pie.

Mmm!

I like pie.

It is like cake,
but made with real food.

You were supposed to stay
in Colorado

and do your goddamn work.

So let me ask you again,
why are you in New York?

I wanted to see the home
of "Law & Order."

You think this is a joke?

♪

At least tell me you destroyed
the medical records.

I destroyed the...

Medical records.

Are you just saying that?

You told me to say that.

- But did you do it?
- You heard me do it.

I just said it out loud.

I'm talking
about the medical records.

Yes, I told you I destroyed
the medical records.

- So you did it.
- Are you're listening?

I said it.
You are sitting right there.

Not said it, did it.

Did...

what?

I am confused.
I need more pie.

It will help me think.

You have no idea
who you are dealing with.

You are making a huge mistake.

Mm.

Hello.

You just missed
a well-dressed man

with a short memory.

I heard. He was talking
about the medical records

that Sam gave to Harry.

Here it is.

You ordered me pie?

No.

- How do you feel?

Good.

Really good.

I feel a little wild, actually.

Maybe I don't like
smashing my knee.

Sir, how do you like living
on the edge?

- Huh?

All right,
we need to celebrate.

Yeah, I have beer
in the fridge.

One beer--
well, uh, half a beer.

Actually, I think it's open,
but w-we could split it.

Oh.

I hid joints
in your closet in high school.

Maybe they're still there.

Uh, that's Max's room now.

There's-there's weed
in my child's bedroom?

Hope so.

Uh, uh, D'arc, you're, uh--
you're kidding, right?

I couldn't get
into the building.

Security was ridiculous.

That guy recognized you.

You must work for them.

Are you sure
he didn't say anything else?

Anything about Sam?
- He called me an asshole.

What are you doing?

I am marking every one
of Goliath's murals in the city

so that we can visit them.

Wow, that's a lot.

Wait.

What? What do you see?
It's just a bunch of dots.

Whoa.

Harry.

Mm.

What do you see?

The constellation Ursa Major.

♪

Goliath targeted locations
throughout the city

to form the night sky.

Each star is a mural.

The signal was not meant
for just anyone.

Goliath meant it for me.

What does this mean?

This star is Goliath's sun,

my sun.

That is where
we will find Goliath.

♪

Someone here must be Goliath.

Um, you see anyone
that looks alien to you?

I do not see any humans.

Try to be
inconspicuous, okay?

Blend into the background,
avoid attention.

Worry about yourself.

My lineage includes
the superorder Octopodiformes.

Camouflage is in my DNA.

Care for a hors d'oeuvres?

- Oh.
- Yes.

I will have all the d'oeuvres.

It's just one, sir.

No. Uh...

Ow, ow, ow!

Smooth.

Um, excuse me.

Hi. Excuse me, can you tell us
the name of the host?

Yes.
It's Violinda Darvell.

Okay, um...

Oh.

Are you enjoying my home?

I-I'm sorry I didn't know
it was you.

I'm Asta. This is Harry.

Tell us where Goliath is!

This one
isn't lacking conviction.

No, he lacks
a few other things.

Mm.

♪

Everything you need to know
about Goliath is on the canvas.

There's nothing more
I can tell you.

♪

Evening, Deputy.

- Thanks for meeting me here.
- Yeah.

So what is this, huh?
Let me guess.

You're upset with me

'cause I yelled at you
earlier today, right?

Maybe I shouldn't have yelled.

I'll admit that,
but I told you--

I said, do not engage.
That's what I said--

What are you--hey!
What do you think you're doing?

What is this shit?

Okay.

This isn't about you yelling.

This is about
why you're yelling,

why you've been acting weird
all summer.

You need to tell me
what's going on with you.

We're not leaving until you do.

I told you
why I was yelling at you--

'cause I told you to stay back
and you defied my orders.

Now uncuff me.

You know what?
It is a nice night for froyo.

So I'm going to get some.
I'll be back.

Hey, hey, hey, Deputy.
Hey, I ain't playing around.

I ain't messing around.
You better uncuff me, damn it.

I'm not
messing around either.

Don't you be putting
your hands on your hips to me.

And you walking away
with an attitude.

I cannot believe there's been
weed in my kid's closet

all these years.

It's awful.

I mean, it's tucked
above the doorframe.

Your kid's short.

He wouldn't have discovered it
for years.

Hopefully the next one
eats her broccoli.

Mm, slow down.
There won't be a next one.

You sure about that?

Your hot wife seems like
she's perpetually in heat.

Well, an ovulation calendar

helps with that.

I'm surprised
she keeps track of that shit.

She doesn't. I do.

Jesus Christ.

I thought I was a disaster.

Look, I'm not proud of it,

but, I mean, come on,
one kid is plenty.

Also, you are not a disaster.

Yeah, I am. Look at me.

I'm sitting on your bed
in your bedroom, smoking weed.

I haven't moved in 20 years.

You don't give yourself
enough credit.

I wouldn't even be here
right now

if it weren't for you.

What are talking about?

That night
the kidnappers came,

I was standing
on the front porch,

waiting for Mike to get there,
and I thought,

you know,
"What would D'arcy do?"

That's what I did.

♪

Really?

You saved my family, so...

I think you can definitely
save yourself.

♪

Live, laugh, love.

♪

Wow.

I thought it was a really
stupid sign, but...

now I get it.

The sign says a lot.

♪

Hey...

you awake?

♪ This was our song

♪ But if it's his will,
the worst of it might still ♪

♪ Somehow make me

♪ A better man

♪

How do we even know?

I mean, Goliath could be
any of these people.

It could be Violinda.

I am sure Goliath
will be in alien form.

I will call him

using my people's
silent distress call.

It is not perceivable
to human ears.

Okay.

- I think I perceived it.
- No. What?

Yeah.

It must not work

because of my stupid
human vocal chords.

I don't think he's gonna be
in alien form.

Look at this.

Look at the year.

Goliath's been on Earth
for more than a decade.

That's long enough
to establish a presence,

to create a life for himself,

to become more human.

No.

Don't you see?
Look at the painting.

Art is interpretive, so it
takes how we feel on the inside

and helps us to express it
on the outside.

So whoever
painted this feels...

pain...

loss, sadness.

Then why is he hiding
from the world

if he is in human form?

Maybe he feels bad
about who he is like you do,

so he hides.

I'm not hiding.
I'm standing right here.

Where is he?
He is nowhere.

Hey, hey, we're gonna
find him, okay?

Let's split up.
We'll cover more ground.

You stay here.
I'll cover the back, okay?

♪

This cannot be.

I came all the way here
to find family,

to find my people.

If Goliath is human,
he is not my people.

How could I be so ignorant?

This entire time
I've been expecting

to meet one of my kind,
one of my people,

and Goliath has already been
contaminated by humanity.

I should just let
my people come.

It has traces of Van Gogh,
don't you think?

His self-portrait era?

I do not like paintings.

You might like it
if you saw it breathe.

Your d'oeuvres are very flat.

It's LSD.

A hallucinogenic?

They say Goliath
believes acid helps you shed

your human chains

and experience art

the way it was meant
to be experienced.

I would...

like to shed my human chains.
- Mm-hmm.

♪

Took you long enough.

Mmm.

You said I could trust my gut

when I was off duty.

Well, I'm off duty.

And I think there's something
going on with you.

Okay, you know what?
Fine. Fine.

Six years ago,
I lost my partner in D.C.

He was shot and killed
in the line of duty.

You happy now?

Oh, no.

Sir, I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

And I'm sorry I yelled at you,
but the anniversary

was a while ago,
and it always--

it messes with my head
every time it comes around.

Can you unlock me now, please?

Oh, God, sorry.

Thank you.

Now, if that'll be all,

I'm gonna go home
and be with my dad, okay?

I like nights like this...

Real summer nights.

Summer's for kids, you know?

Yeah.

His name was Jesse.

I don't know--
I was, like, 10 years old.

I had seen him
around the neighborhood.

You know, he'd follow me
around sometimes,

but I never--
I never spoke to him.

And then one night,
it was, like, 10:00, and, um...

there's a knock
at the door, right?

Now, you don't just go
knocking on nobody door

at that time of night, right?

So my dad, he--
he answers the door

with his service revolver
behind his back.

And, uh...

And when he opened it up,
it was this scrawny little kid

standing there talking about,
"Can Mikey come out and play?"

I couldn't believe it
when my dad said, "Yeah."

So I went on out.

That was it, you know?

From that day on,
we was best friends.

We did everything together,
you know,

all through grade school,
through high school.

Went through
the academy together.

Everything was me and him.

I mean, he and I--

we were practically brothers
for over 20 years, you know?

I mean, this is somebody
I laughed with until I cried

and cried with until I laughed
again, you know?

♪

And then, uh...

and then he's just--
he's just gone...

forever, you know?

I just--
I don't understand grief.

Don't make no sense to me.

You know, you find a way to...

you know, to step over it
and move past it,

go around it, but that...

♪

That emptiness,
it don't ever go away.

♪

I'm here.
You can talk. It's okay.

It's my fault
that he's gone.

I sent him up those stairs.
I told him to go that way.

No.

It's my fault that he's dead,
and I just--I can't--

♪

I can't lose you.

I can't have nothing happen
to you, Deputy.

If something happened to you...

You'd what? Kill me?

Yeah, that's what I do.

I'd murder your corpse.

Nothing's gonna happen
to me, okay?

And nothing is going to happen
to you, because I won't let it.

Oh...

♪

Thank you.

♪

♪

Summers are for kids, you know?

♪

♪

This drug seems to only
affect men with mustaches

shaped like tentacles.

I do not feel a thing.

Oh, shit.

♪

Hi, excuse me, do any of you
happen to know

where I could find Goliath?

Um...

Is that a no?

I can see
you're still searching

for The Ghost of New York.

Come.

His paintings
are completely unavailable,

of course, legally,

but I can give you
a couple of names.

There is a robust black market.

I don't think you understand.
I don't need his paintings.

I need him.

They've become
quite valuable.

I'd never sell one, of course,
certainly not this one.

Goliath painted it for me.

♪

Oh.

I think I'm okay now.

♪

♪

♪

Ah!

♪

It wasn't just
about art, though.

I think Goliath needed me.

Tell me...

How long have you known
Harry is an alien?

♪

- You can go.
- All right, thanks.

What can I get you?

What do you got?

♪

♪ Everybody's
talkin' at me ♪

Ah!

♪ I don't hear a word
they're sayin' ♪

♪ Only the echoes of my mind

Aah!

♪ People stoppin', starin'

♪ I can't see their faces

♪ Only the shadows
of their eyes ♪

This is some bullshit.

♪ I'm goin' where
the sun keeps shinin' ♪

♪ Through the pourin' rain

♪ I won't let you leave

♪ My love behind

♪ I won't let you leave