Odyssey 5 s01e18 Episode Script

We saw the Earth destroyed.
And in a heartbeat,|everything and everyone we knew was gone.
There were five of us.
The crew of the space shuttle Odyssey.
And we were the only survivors.
A mysterious being|who called himself The Seeker rescued us and sent us back in time.
And now we have five years to live over.
Five years to discover who or what|destroyed the Earth.
Five years to stop it from happening again.
Angela.
We belong together.
Angela.
Who's there? Shit.
- Fresh coffee.
Just made it.
|- Thanks.
I think three down, "port vessel,"|is "bottle," not "tender.
" - "Bottle"?|- Yeah.
I mean a port vessel is a tender, you're right but Times' crossword|can be a real head-tripper.
Yeah.
This guy's tough.
I mean,|he always goes for the double meaning.
Yeah.
So "port vessel" is a bottle,|you know, like - My name's Penny, by the way.
|- Hi.
Chuck.
Pleasure.
"Port vessel" is the thing that holds,|you know, port wine, not port in a harbour.
Oh, right, right.
|That'll go with fifteen across.
It's I'll be damned.
|Ain't nobody here.
You're closed.
No sweat.
I thought|I'd leave you be while I cleaned up.
Hell, you got to watch out for that.
This is a Friday puzzle.
|I'd have been here all night.
All Friday night with a puzzle? Sounds like a party.
You got no girl? - I had a wife.
|- Divorced? - No.
|- Oh.
- So Jesus.
You're|- Yeah.
I'm sorry.
I'm new here.
|I heard you were a regular.
I'm sorry.
No, don't be sorry.
It's nothing.
So are you married? I don't think I'm cut out for marriage.
Some people are like Comanches,|you know? They like to mount up and go.
Yeah, I hear you.
That's me.
Do you date?|Not that it's any of my business.
Date? Well, no you know, because, I've been thinking,|I don't know if I'm ready for A nightcap? What, are you asking me? You really have been off the planet|for a while, huh? I sure have.
Well, I'm not asking you|to go to the moon, Mr Spaceman.
I'm just saying, a drink around the corner but I don't wanna give|the wrong impression.
No, wait a minute, wait a minute.
|You didn't give me a wrong impression.
A nightcap would be Yeah, it'd be nice.
But maybe some other time.
Sure.
- Okay.
Penny.
|- That's right.
All right, Penny.
I guess - I'll see you around the campus.
|- Sure.
Bananas flambé.
Perfect.
- Banane flambée pour Madame.
|- Thank you.
A little calvados to wash it down.
I really have to get to the hospital|after the flambé.
Of course, of course.
|If you get to find the time I promise you a five-course, gourmet meal.
- You don't have to go to all that trouble.
|- Oh, no, no.
I know.
But I'm just looking for a fellow night owl.
Besides, between holding the night shift|and caring for Zack you deserve special treatment.
- Cheers, Claire.
|- Cheers.
Excuse me.
- Yes?|- Kurt? It's me, Angela.
- And what is it? I have company.
|- Oh, sorry.
Didn't mean to interrupt your latest tryst.
No, not that kind of company.
Are you okay? It came back.
- It?|- Yeah.
You know what I'm talking about.
- Oh, yeah.
The thing, the presence?|- Yeah.
Whatever the fuck it is.
This time it was right in my face.
- Are you all right?|- No.
- All right.
I'm coming over.
|- Okay.
A ring on your finger|doesn't mean anything.
Ouch.
You're strangers until the shit hits the fan and that's when you know|who you're in bed with.
Guess I can't argue with that.
I always knew Paul was gonna let me down.
- Just happened differently before.
|- Before? That's the past.
- He's pissed he had to bring Corey back?|- Pissed doesn't even begin to describe it.
- Good.
What he did was wrong.
|- Yeah.
And he has to be on his best behaviour.
Between him accusing me of child abuse and me accusing him|of parental kidnapping the judge threatened to put Corey|into foster care.
He withdrew the charge? He agreed to unsupervised visitation.
|Corey's coming by tomorrow.
- Can't wait to meet him.
|- You can't? That surprises you? No.
I know you love kids.
I mean, I know that you are|the kind of man who would love kids.
Yeah, you read me like a book.
God, Troy,|I bring so much baggage into this.
Look, I'll carry yours if you carry mine.
- Open the door.
|- Oh.
Yeah.
- Hi.
|- All right? Yeah.
I thought we determined that|it could get around chained doors.
Yeah, well, better safe than sorry.
Is that thing loaded? Air Force, Kurt.
|Know how to handle a weapon.
Next time I strafe a munitions depot,|remind me to call you.
- None of it's broken.
|- There's nothing in or out.
What the hell's going on? I don't know.
Maybe we're dealing|with an entirely new form of Synthetic.
You tell me.
Well, it's almost as if it isn't solid.
And when it happens, there's this cold.
|It's like a chill comes over me.
Angela, shall we talk|about extracurricular activities? Any form of recreational drugs? - Oh.
|- LSD, PCP? Jesus Christ, Kurt.
No.
|And this isn't a flashback.
- How about a dream or a vision?|- Well, it seems real.
Four nights ago, two nights ago, tonight.
I don't know.
Like, yeah, okay.
It's possible.
Well, you know, most visions occur|when you're recovering from a deep sleep.
It's called a hypnagogic state.
|The mind plays tricks on you.
Especially in forms|of underlying stress or mental condition.
- Great.
So I'm fucked in the head?|- No, no.
That's not what I meant.
But there's only one way to find out.
- No.
I am not going to a shrink.
|- No shrinks.
I just need to tape you sleeping.
Oh, yeah.
Leave it to you|to find the soft-core potential in a crisis.
That's not what I meant.
Although, I have to admit, I'm touched|that you called and that you care.
- Don't let it go to your head.
|- I won't.
And you won't let it.
Ah, bananas flambé.
Sure looks like a tryst.
No, it's not that.
It's Zack's mother.
You know, the boy|the Synthetic put in a coma.
- Food therapy?|- It's more like penitence, darling.
Well, he may still recover.
I mean, people come out of comas|weeks, months, even years after.
I sincerely hope so.
Help.
What happened? Did you see something? Apparently, we're experiencing|that same drug flashback.
- You saw it?|- Yeah.
There's no point in leaving now.
|It seems to be following you.
- Great.
|- Yeah.
We'll see if it comes back.
Hello.
I thought I was done waking up in your bed.
- Care to wager on that?|- I really should.
Easy money.
Oh, thanks.
|Good thing I'm such a confident fellow.
- Yeah.
Still all sealed up.
|- Well, that didn't stop our visitor.
Take a look at this.
Shit.
A new type of synthetic|that just appears out of thin air? - Precisely.
|- And I thought Kitten was a freak.
How does a Synthetic|appear out of nothing? Well, how would I know?|I'm not a tech student.
No.
Except when|you're growing things in tanks.
Well, mea fucking culpa.
|You don't need to make me feel guilty.
I'm doing fine on my own,|thank you very much.
- Oh, my God.
|- What is it? - Do you know him?|- Yeah.
- Who is it?|- It looks like Gus Hagan.
The pilot? Yeah.
But he died two years ago.
- Hagan?|- Check.
- Perry?|- Check.
Shuttle crew Houston,|commence simulation.
- This is it.
|- Don't sweat it, Ange.
We'll do great.
Okay.
We're coming in.
- You got the landing strip in sight, Perry?|- Affirmative, Hagan.
Affirmative? What are we,|back in the Air Force, babe? Let's hope not, babe,|'cause back there, I outrank you.
You hearing that, boys?|We got a wild one on our hands.
- Roger that, Hagan.
|- Here we go.
- Flight Tower, are we clear?|- Shuttle crew Houston, all clear for landing.
We're booming.
|We're coming in fast and low.
- You're off course, Hagan.
|- Yeah.
No, no.
Not according to the computer.
You're too low.
|You got 20 seconds to pull out.
- Can you see the lights?|- Yeah.
I got them.
We're on course.
- Ten seconds.
|- We're eyeballing it.
We're coming in.
Five seconds.
- Shuttle crew Houston, well done.
|- Yeah.
- Got you down at 72-14-15.
Welcome home.
|- Nice save.
- Yeah, and thanks for backing me up.
|- I'll always be there for you.
Listen, I got Sully's cabin for the weekend.
What do you say you and I go up there?|All right, just the two of us? - Gus|- I'm gonna keep asking.
And I'm gonna keep saying no.
Look, you gotta let that shit go.
|It's never gonna happen.
I love you.
You're the only woman I've ever said that to.
You are a piece of work, Gus.
- I'm seeing someone and you know it.
|- Yeah.
That pussy, Mendel? Look, we can be friends,|or we can not be friends.
Your call.
I saw my mother after she died.
I was in my college dorm room and she walked right through the door,|looked at me and then she smiled.
- Then she was gone.
|- Yeah, but you were dreaming.
About an hour or so later,|my father called me and told me that she had had a heart attack.
Passed away in the ambulance.
Yeah, well, I got my head around aliens|that talk in computer code.
- Now I gotta do ghosts.
|- Step out of the box, Chuckie.
No, wait.
You, super-sceptic,|you believe in ghosts? Well, who knows?|I mean, the great thinker Jung speculated that the dead live|in a parallel state that's invisible because it exists at a higher frequency.
And quantum physics, anyway, blasted|the whole notion of a material universe - straight to hell, if you'll pardon the pun.
|- Wait.
What? Well, given the notion|that atoms aren't things, but processes then matter|becomes something of an illusion.
It kind of opens the door|to the immaterial world.
Wouldn't you say? Yeah, I'd say, if I understood|what the fuck you were yapping about.
He's saying Angela is being haunted|by her dead lover.
- Is that what he's saying?|- This is bullshit, and he wasn't a lover.
- No, it was just a fling, a tryst.
|- He was a friend, Kurt.
And maybe something|you're personally unfamiliar with but might be a concept you have heard of.
Well, it sounds vaguely familiar, darling.
He's not a fucking ghost.
|He showed up on the imager.
- That means he's substance.
|- Yeah.
Maybe he was synthetic.
The image is thermographic.
All it says is that it was way below|human body temperature.
That's all.
- Like a ghost.
|- Oh, my The real question|we should be asking ourselves is what is his unfinished business? Unfinished business.
|Horseshit.
He's not a goddamn ghost.
You saw somebody|you used to go out with who's still alive, walking around.
|I mean, you tell me he's a Martian.
Tell me he lives in another dimension or one of these motherfucking freaks|that bleeds white ooze, I'll buy that.
But a goddamn spirit|walking around planet E with an agenda? I say that's horseshit.
I say Gus Hagan is alive.
We gotta find out what the hell he wants|and find that out now.
- Is this a call to action, Chuckie?|- What the fuck's it look like, Kurt? You can sit on your ass if you want.
|Fine with me.
- This guy Gus has got some kind of|- Family? - Yeah.
|- Yeah.
A sister.
- A sister.
Well, let's go talk to her.
|- All right.
See you.
I felt a chill like a shiver running up my spine and for some reason I thought, "He's back.
" It was like I felt his presence.
- Do you remember when this was?|- Six months ago and a year before that.
- Of course, I was dreaming.
|- Well, that's only natural.
My brother's death was so awful.
There was no answers,|no closure, as they say.
I'm a red-blooded American,|don't get me wrong.
But, boy,|did I hate Uncle Sam for a while there.
Yeah.
You and everybody else who's lost someone|to undisclosed circumstances.
- Did you get to identify the body?|- They never even found him.
No ashes, no burial.
Just a lonely headstone|with nothing at all underneath.
- How did they say he died?|- They didn't.
"What was the mission?" "Classified.
" "Well, how did he die?" "Classified.
" "Well, was it NASA,|Air Force or the damn CIA?" All I know,|and that's just because somebody slipped - is that it happened near Bay City.
|- Bay City.
- The town that Ravin built.
|- Ravin? It's a NASA supplier.
|They make the booster rockets and gizmos, you know,|that make a test shuttle go up in the air.
Did you get any of Gus' personal effects? Just his uniform and American flag.
That's all I've got to remember him by.
Well - Anything that I can do, I|- No.
Finally meeting you is enough.
God, Gus loved you so much.
He always said you were the girl|he was gonna marry.
Seven, eight, nine and ten.
Ready or not, here I come.
Now where could that boy be? Behind the couch? Nope.
Under the coffee table.
No.
Did he use his invisible ray gun|to disappear? 'Cause that's not fair.
Doorbell.
Excuse me.
How can I find him|if he doesn't play by the rules? I found you.
And now|I'm gonna have to tickle you, I think.
- I got you.
I'll tickle you.
|- Troy.
- I got|- Troy.
Daddy.
Troy, you remember Paul.
Paul, Troy.
Hey.
We're playing hide-and-go-seek.
|Wanna play with us? No.
We gotta go, Corey.
|Come on, let's get your stuff.
Come on.
- I wanna play.
|- Corey, let's not Honey, it's okay.
- You'll be back in a couple of days.
|- When? This many.
- Troy, will you be here, too?|- Maybe.
We'll see.
It's frankly a relief, Commander,|to be dealing with a familiar face.
As defence contractors,|you can only imagine how popular we are.
I mean, I've seen it all.
Iraqi spies posing as janitors,|bribery, blackmail, honey traps.
Yeah, there's spooks|everywhere in the world and we understand your need for secrecy,|but can you answer our question? Well, there's not much I can tell you.
|It's classified all the way up.
- Per NASA or the Air Force?|- I can't say.
We can only hope in cases like these|that a few years down the road they declassify the files.
You know, as the technology changes|or the world does.
You know, without enemies,|there's not a lot of need for secrets.
Well, back to the point, we know that|Gus was testing some of your equipment - when he disappeared.
|- Well, he died.
- And his death was a hell of a tragedy.
|- Wait, wait.
If there ain't no body,|how do you know he died? I wish I could help you,|but there's nothing more I can tell you.
He was a brave pilot.
As brave as they come.
|I just hope he's at peace.
Do you have any reason to believe|he's not at peace, Dr Steiger? I'm sorry to cut this short,|but they don't look kindly on us even thinking about|what we're not allowed to discuss.
Thank you so much.
Shall we? Bullshit stonewalling.
|I don't know how they live with themselves.
Little corporate creeps.
But, somebody's got to manufacture|our weapons of mass destruction.
He knew something.
They both did.
|I think Steiger felt a little guilty.
- Not that that made him come clean or any|- What did you expect? Well, Chuck got them to admit|it was an experiment.
- As opposed to?|- Him dying in a minefield in Tora Bora.
Something about it|just made them a little spooked.
Especially Steiger.
|He said, "I just hope he's at peace.
" Like maybe he isn't? Come on, Kurt.
|You don't believe in an afterlife.
I believe in that which I can quantify.
|Quantum physics, yes.
Gods, goblins and ghosts, no.
Besides, not believing in an afterlife helps justify|my hedonistic existence, darling.
Well, I'm glad I believe in God.
I would hate to find myself using atheism|to rationalise group sex.
It's agnosticism, actually, darling.
|I'll believe it when I see it.
What the hell is this? A power surge? Angela, look at this.
What the hell? What? What's going on? Gus? - Ange, come with me.
|- No.
- Angela, let go of him.
|- I can't.
- Angela, let go.
|- I can't! Let go! Oh, God.
- You okay?|- Yeah.
- Kurt.
|- Yeah? I'm okay.
- Yes.
|- Yeah.
- Yes, of course.
|- Let's get up.
All he's really doing|is causing electrical disturbances, right? So maybe that's his way of communicating.
You know, if he really is a restless spirit,|then maybe he needs to do or say something before he can,|you know, go into the light.
Can we please stop|with the ghost stuff? I'm You want my two cents?|The Cadre is behind this.
Hodge and that little paranoid group of hers|had done something serious to that boy.
And now he's pissed off,|and now he's here and he ain't going back|from whence he came anytime soon.
- Incoming.
|- Angela.
- Hello?|- Angela, ask him what he needs.
What? Gus, are you here? Gus, are you here? I feel like a jerk.
Well, maybe, but he's listening.
|He's listening.
Gus, where are you? Jesus! You know, in my humble opinion I think we should get the fuck out of here! Thank you.
Bloody hell, all the circuits are fried.
|According to the fire department the entire electrical system|has to be replaced.
Out of pocket, of course.
Angela, your boyfriend's|got some funky way of communicating.
Yeah.
What he's communicating|is some serious inner rage.
Well, perhaps detonating electrical systems|is some new kind of performance art.
- Very funny.
|- Okay.
What am I looking for here? I don't know.
Any pattern or reason|for these manifestations, basically.
- You mean, other than Angela?|- I'd come back from the dead for that face.
Who wouldn't? Okay.
Check this out.
There is a pattern|to these manifestations after all.
You're right.
Here's one and 12 hours later.
Then a second six hours later,|then three hours.
These manifestations have a half-life.
Yeah, you know, Gus' sister said|that she saw him the first time a year ago - and then six months ago.
|- That's right.
And you saw him four days ago,|then two days and then last night.
So what happens|when these half-lives run out? Well, we don't know what happens,|but we can sure as hell tell when which is pretty damn soon.
Hello? Dr Steiger.
Yeah, I remember you.
Sure.
Do you know a diner called The Canary? Yep.
Great.
We'll meet you there.
Not the diner.
- Well, hello there, you.
|- Hey, you.
- New friend?|- Some have greatness thrust upon us.
- Hello.
|- Hello.
Ravin won a contract to test|an experimental technology for NASA.
Don't you have that backwards, Doc? Yeah.
I think you do.
|NASA doesn't build this shit.
- You guys build it for us.
|- No.
This was different.
I'm not even sure|it went through official channels.
And what is "it"? - This may seem incredible.
|- Oh, well, then hold on.
Okay.
I think we can handle it.
Go ahead.
- Superstrings.
|- Superstrings.
We were able to change the frequency|at which they vibrate in the human body by bombarding them with energy.
Mega-frequency radio waves, to be exact.
Sending Hagan into another dimension.
- Now that is incredible.
|- Yes, it is.
But something went wrong.
We couldn't control|the resultant frequency of the superstrings.
And we lost him.
- We couldn't publish the truth, of course.
|- Of course.
So he was declared MIA,|and we closed the book on the project.
How can you experiment|on human beings like that? We were caught up in the possibilities.
There's no way to overstate|the significance of such a breakthrough.
Not to mention|the military applications, right? - Call it naive, call it idealistic.
|- Call it stupid.
All right.
You're right.
But now I think we can undo|this terrible experiment and bring him home.
One minute.
The energy he absorbed in the experiment|has a half-life.
It's decaying in a series of waves.
As he rids his body of the excess energy Hagan's returning to a material state|in this dimension.
Thus, the power surges.
Combined with his obvious needs|for anger management.
We don't know he controls these surges.
We know the surges are damn dangerous.
Twenty seconds till Claude Rains.
You know, when you showed up you made me glad|that Lieutenant Hagan was still out there.
- I spent two years praying for this.
|- Ten seconds.
You know, I don't ever recall|telling you that Hagan was out there.
Four, three, two, one.
Showtime.
He's here.
- It's getting kind of nippy in here.
|- Yeah.
He always lowers the temperature.
The high frequency of his superstrings is|slowing down the air molecules around him.
They're creating cold pockets.
Which explains how it's showing|on the thermographic imager.
Ange.
Lieutenant Hagan.
|You found your way back.
Our project can still work.
The principles are sound.
Look at you.
|You're the proof of that.
Steiger, what in the hell|are you talking about? What you know can change|our understanding of the universe.
You're a hero.
The first explorer in another dimension.
Steiger, you are playing with fire.
You do|not know the state of this man's mind.
You signed up for this.
|You need to see it through.
- It's your duty.
|- What the hell do you know about duty? Lieutenant Hagan.
We can make it work! It already works.
No! No.
He's gone.
Hey.
Just here to say goodbye, babe.
- Where are you going?|- It's a new assignment.
Black ops.
- You took it?|- Yep.
You don't even know what it is.
|They could be testing nerve gas on you.
I already signed the waiver.
This is a dumb game.
I'm not the one playing games.
- You took this on account of me.
|- Yeah.
I thought you'd feel more comfortable|with me gone.
You thought I'd beg you to stay.
My mistake.
I think you know the way out.
Now, Angela, you gotta stop|taking this on yourself, honey.
If it weren't for me,|he wouldn't have volunteered.
Horseshit.
You're looking at it sideways.
Life coughs up very few victims.
|Most of us are volunteers.
This boy volunteered for everything.
There were a lot of Germans|that weren't Nazis.
And most religious peoples of the world don't wanna pick up a gun|and shoot somebody.
They got a choice.
This boy had a choice.
He made it.
All right.
The next pass|is gonna be in about 10 minutes.
Why don't we get the hell out of here,|you guys? Yeah, well, it doesn't matter,|'cause he's gonna find her.
Plus which, we can control the environment|right here.
We stay put.
I don't want you guys|risking your lives for me.
Well, that's too damn bad.
We are.
Look, he could kill us all.
We better come up with a plan B, pronto.
|Anybody got any ideas? Kurt? - Not a single one, no.
|- Well, I've been mulling one over.
That God machine in Lost Hills whatever the hell came out of it|liked the heat, and you froze it.
Hagan seems to like cold So we put Angela in the hottest place|possible and hope he can't resist the bait.
It's worth a shot.
- Let's do it.
|- All right.
Usually takes about 10 minutes|for this heat to get really unbearable.
It's already unbearable right now.
- What's that for?|- A Hail Mary.
- Here.
You're up.
|- Thanks.
Hold this.
Do you have any idea|why your friend's so angry? Other than being trapped|in another dimension for two years? Well, he seems to have quite a thing for you.
Yeah.
But I'm seeing someone else.
No wonder he hates me.
I'd hate the man|who took you away from me.
Here we go.
- What?|- What? Quiet, you guys.
- Gus?|- Angela.
- You okay?|- Ange, where is he? - Are you all right?|- He's gone around her.
Kurt! Hold her down, tackle her.
|Do something! Get out of there.
Get out of the way! Oh, shit.
The heat made him stronger.
|Is he dead? - I don't know.
Where's the body?|- Hopefully bleeding in another dimension.
Hey! Neil, get out of the way! We can only hurt him if we can see him.
Hey, you okay? You all right? Yeah, I'm okay, I'm okay.
- Son of a bitch.
|- Angela.
Angela, wait! - Hey, Angela!|- Angela! She locked the fucking door! Hey, open up! - She's just trying to protect us.
|- Angela, open up! Shit.
She got it braced.
- Angela!|- Angela, open the door! - Angela, open the door!|- Angela, open the damn door! - Angela!|- Angela, get up here and open this door! Gus? Gus, come on.
|This is between the two of us.
Leave them alone.
Come on, let me see you.
Gus? Come on, we're friends.
Remember? If only you'd asked me that two years ago.
I would've done anything for you.
- My God, you so fucking ruined everything.
|- This isn't you.
You're not a killer.
The experiment did something to you.
I used to love you.
- Don't do this.
|- It's your fault.
We belong together.
- Lf I can't have you, then no one will.
|- Don't.
I still love you so much.
- So I'm gonna make this painless.
|- No! Angela! - Angela!|- Angela! Angela! I'm sorry.
Well, another great piece of handiwork.
After all, you just killed a man|who died two years ago.
Hey, Kurt, come on.
|Keep the volume down, huh? You know,|you're about as sensitive as this fork.
- Excuse me.
|- Hey, ghost or no ghost, Gus is dead.
Angela's got no regrets.
Voila.
Well, yours truly managed fine|without becoming a homicidal maniac.
Well, for all we know, it could've been|the technology that made him homicidal.
You know, this same government|can't even eliminate poverty or hunger.
I don't think the government|had jack shit to do with it.
- Cadre?|- The Cadre.
Can't wait to get to the bottom|of those freaks.
Neither can I, if I understood|what the fuck you were yapping about.
Yeah, you are speaking in tongues.
|What are you talking about? No, no, no.
You didn't tell them? I'll tell you what it is.
Chuckie has a new secret, ladies and|gentlemen.
Elvis is actually dead.
Don't get your tit in a ringer, Kurt.
|Now here's the deal.
We got a little problem|with the infrastructure at NASA.
See, the reason why I told Angela and Neil|about it is because they're NASA pilots.
So, here goes.
Layton Scott, an original Apollo astronaut,|a man who walked on the moon and my friend and mentor,|is dying of Lou Gehrig's disease.
Now, before he disappeared|into the bowels of the hospital to which I am barred by his daughter he warned me about a group in NASA,|called the Cadre.
Wait a minute.
You're saying|that Bright Sky might be hooked up to some inner sanctum,|star chamber sort of thing inside of NASA? Yeah.
That's what I'm saying.
Oh, great.
Not only are we dealing|with the coming of Armageddon but now you're telling me a secret society|is running the entire fucking space programme.
- Maybe.
|- Wonderful.
I'm out of here.
- Here we go again.
|- You should've told them.
Should've, would've, could've.
Kurt! Kurt! Thank God you're here.
|I thought I had the wrong night.
Please, come in.
Please.
No.
- I thought there was a blip on his|- EEG? Yeah.
But it was nothing.
I'm starting to see cross-eyed,|staring at that damn thing so long.
I could imagine.
Please, come in, come in.
I have a little wine for you.
Here you are.
And the cassoulet's|been simmering for hours.
Kurt.
I don't need all this.
I don't wanna be entertained.
No, no.
Of course not.
You're right.
|I'm sorry.
What can I do to help? I just need someone to talk to.
Of course.
I'm sorry.
It's fine.
It'll be all right.
- I want to talk.
|- I don't.
- Sarah, can we please talk?|- You got a lot of nerve.
Listen, listen.
I don't want you|exposing our son to strangers.
When did you|become such an asshole, huh? You know, Troy is not a stranger.
|He happens to be very important to me.
- And when did that happen?|- That's none of your goddamn business.
Are we finished? Sarah it kills me to see Corey playing|with that guy like he's some kind of father figure.
Remember, he's my boy.
And I don't want him|looking up to anybody else.
You should've thought about that|before you broke up our family.
Hey.
Yeah, you're right.
I should've.
Troy would never try|and take your place.
Okay? And he couldn't.
You're Corey's father.
Thank you.
So - you doing okay?|- I'm fine.
You? Yeah.
I'm just great.
We're closed Hey, there, cowboy.
Hey, good-looking.
|You ain't really closed, are you? I'm always open for a friend.
- Wasn't sure I'd see you.
|- Well, I was in the neighbourhood.
I thought I'd stop by|for a cup of coffee, say hello.
Hello, then.
Maybe get some help|on this Friday night puzzle.
Those things are gonna drive you to drink.
I got a cup.
I'm busting out already.
So you wanna talk about that nightcap? What I'd really love is a bowl of that chilli.
You got it.
And a nine-letter word|that means "wrinkle-free.
" Wrinkle-free.
Polyester? No, that don't work.
It's got a "P.
"|I need an "S.
" Oh, I know.
Synthetic.
Yeah, that'll work.