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K-Pax (2001)
A dollar for a homeless vet.|Come on, little man.
Come on, little man.|I fought the war|with your daddy. Y'all ain't paid me|for this leg yet.|Thank you, sugar. Jackie Chan!|Jackie Chan! Shanghai Noon. I take traveler's checks.|Arigato to you too.|Thank you, sugar. Here you go.|Thanks. You kids! Here.|Hold it right there! - What happened?|- Step away from her. Oh, man,|he ain't done nothing. Those kids.|Who took your bag?|This man? No, it was a couple of punks.|They came and they just ran off. Four-eight, this is Romano.|Robbery and assault victim... with facial wound|at East 42nd entrance. Sir, I'd like you|to just stand right there. Certainly.|Are you traveling somewhere? I have arrived.|My travels are over|for the time being. Where's your luggage? I don't require luggage.|Do you have a ticket? Train ticket?|Ticket stub? I didn't arrive by train. Would you remove your sunglasses|for me, please? Oh, I'd rather not.|I'd forgotten,|but I mean, wow, Your planet|is really bright. I see.|East 42, we have an E.D.P. I have to ask you|to come with us, sir. Of course. Freddy! Did you see this fella|come out of a gate? He didn't come from no gate.|Brother came from nowhere. You know what I'm saying? Yeah, Freddy,|I know what you're saying. I don't wanna go outside,|because there's things|that can kill you-- Thank you. If you breathe|all those chemicals out there, not to mention the cosmic rays|and the West Nile virus, and that other one--|the new airborne pigeon disease|nobody wants to talk about. The new pigeon disease.|I've heard of that. Another thing that's been|bothering me is the food. The cafeteria serves|lukewarm food,|full of germs. You really need to do something|about that, Dr. Powel l. Heat is the only thing|that kills germs. Heat. Point taken.|We'll look into that|right away. In the meantime,|I want you to start taking|Your medication again. It'll help you sleep.|And you need the sleep, Ernie. Sleep is good. Is our time up? Only for today, Ernie. Two calls:|Your wife, bring home|a bottle of wine. Yeah.|And Dr. Chakraborty. A transfer from Bellevue|he wants you to take a look at. Great. Who is it this time?|Jesus Christ or Joan of Arc? Dr. Chakraborty didn't say. He arrived at Bellevue|a month ago, suspicion of|hallucinogenic intoxication. But, uh, he was found|negative for substances|of any kind. His EKG, his blood value|are all normal. There's no sign of concussion,|no brain tumor, no temporal lobe, epilepsy,|no indication of organic|abnormality whatsoever. However, after one month, his amnesia and his delusion|have persisted. He claims to be not human. A visitor|from another planet. They administered Thorazine|on this guy for three weeks... at 300 milligrams a day,|and he was unresponsive? How can you be unresponsive|to 300 milligrams of Thorazine?|It's impossible. That's why|they sent him to you. Terrific. No I.D.,|no missing persons report|matching his description. What's this? He had it on him. Well, let's hope|extraterrestrials|qualify for Medicaid. He's here, Doctor. Thank you, Joyce. Medical record 2-8-7.|Calls himself Prot. This one's as gentle|as a pussycat, Doc. Come in.|Have a seat. "Have a seat."|Curious expression. Well, let me introduce|myself. I'm-- Dr. Mark Powell,|Chief of Clinical Psychiatry... of the Manhattan|Psychiatric Institute. Good. You know|where you are. Well, now, uh...|Prot, is it? "Prote."|I see, "Prote." Well, Prot,|we're here to--|May I? Please. Red delicious.|You call this variety. It's my favorite. I'd like to begin|by asking you... if you know|why you're here. Of course.|You think I'm crazy. We prefer the term "ill.''|Do you think you are ill? A little homesick, perhaps. Really.|Where is home? K-PAX. K-PAX? Capital "K,'' hyphen,|capitals "P-A-X.'' K-PAX is a planet. But don't worry,|I'm not going to|leap out of your chest. I'm not worried. Its just that I'm only|familiar with nine planets. Well, actually, there are ten,|but that doesn't matter. I'm not from|Your solar system. K-PAX is about 1 ,000|of your light-years|away from here... in what you would call|Your constellation Lyra. That's quite a ways. I'm curious.|How did you get to Earth? It's a matter of harnessing|the energy of light. I know that sounds|crazy to you. You beings are eons away|from discovering light travel. You travel|at the speed of light? Oh, no. We can travel|many times that speed.|Various multiples of "C.'' Otherwise, the trip here|would have taken about|1 ,000 years now, wouldn't it? What if, um,|I were to tell you... that according to a man|who lived on our planet|named Einstein, that nothing can travel|faster than the speed|of light? I would say that you misread|Einstein, Dr. Powell.|May I call you Mark? You see, Mark,|what Einstein actually said... was that nothing can accelerate|to the speed of light, because its mass|would become infinite. Einstein said nothing about|entities already traveling|at the speed of light or faster, - at tachyon speeds.|- Tachyon? I detect a note|of skepticism, Dr. Powell. Oh, not at all.|It's just that you-- You speak English|so well. I'm amazed.|Well, English isn't that|difficult a language to learn. You should try speaking-- I'm--|I'm confused. Maybe you can explain|it to me. Uh... how is it that|being a visitor from space, that you-you look|so much like me... or anyone else from Earth? Why is a soap bubble round? Why is a soap bubble round? You know, for an educated|person, Mark, you repeat|things quite a bit. Are you aware of that? A soap bubble is round... because it is the most|energy-efficient configuration. Similarly, on your planet,|I look like you. On K-PAX,|I look like a K-PAXian. Prot, why did you want to|come to our planet? Well, I've been here|many times before. But what brought me|here first? I don't know. Pure curiosity, I guess. I'd never been to|a Class BA-3 planet before. Class BA-3? Early stage of evolution. Future uncertain. And if I give all my possessions|to feed the poor-- Howie. Go on.|Talk to him. Go on. You're really from...|up there? Indeed. I am from K-PAX. What-- What sort of place is it? K-PAX is bigger|than your planet. But we are circled|by seven purple moons. Bullshit, bullshit,|bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit,|bullshit. Go on. Well, K-PAX is most lovely|when K-MON and K-RIL|are in conjunction. Those are our two suns.|What you would call|Agape and Satori. You finish|Your homework, Abby?|Yeah. I lost another tooth. Oh, yeah? Let me see.|Hey! Maybe the tooth fairy|will come tonight, huh? There's no such thing|as the tooth fairy, Dad. Theres just you and Mom. I fed them already.|I couldn't wait.|How was your day? Oh, 6:15 was late.|Didn't leave the station|til 6.:30. Should have caught|the nearest beam of light. You should have caught what? Oh, nothing.|How was your day?|Good. Sent the deposit in|for the house on the cape for|the last two weeks of August. Which works out perfectly,|'cause Abby doesn't get out|of camp till the 1 5th. Sent the deposit in? Yeah.|Come on, Rache. That wasn't definite.|We were just talking.|I said maybe. Maybe sometime in August|we'll clear it. Maybe. Maybe we should start|paying you for your time.|You got a family rate? Oh, look.|They published my letter. I spoke with Natalie about going|into the after-school program|next year, in case|I go back to teaching. And this morning my head|fell off, but I was able to sew|it back on with dental floss. Waxed, of course.|Dental floss? Sorry.|I wasn't l listening. Yeah, I know.|Let's just eat. Train was late.|I'm tired. And to top it off,|the city is dumping|patients on us. I know. You stink. Have a nice day, Sal. I've been to 64pLanets|within our galaxy. Earth is the only one|with your species, Homo sapiens,|that I've visited so far. And when did you arrive|on Earth? Four years and nine months ago. So that makes you how old? In Earth terms, 337 years old. I aged about seven getting here,|traveling at six multiples|of "C." But really, Marko,|it only seemed like an instant. Marko? Time may warp|at super light speed. I'd say|access one psychosis NOS. That's glib to|call him a psychotic.|That's a wastebasket diagnosis. Oh, yeah?|He believes he traveled|here from another planet. What's your diagnosis,|jet lag? Well, how come he didn't|respond to the Haldol? Haldol can make you|more psychotic. It's rare,|but it does happen. Look. I'm not saying|that medication can't be|a useful tool... to help somebody like this,|but you can't-- He maybe a good subject|for the "Betazine" protocol.|The drug's on clinical trial. You want to experiment on him|before we have a diagnosis? Do you have some other idea? He's not a danger to anyone.|How about getting|to know him first? In the meantime,|we have ten new transfers|to take care of. You know, maybe what's|wrong with him... is that he is.|Is what? From the planet K-PAX. Mmm. Your produce alone|has been worth the trip. Could you tell me... a bit about your boyhood|on K-PAX? Where were you born? You were, uh,|born, right? K-PAXians have babies? Oh, yes, much like on Earth,|but unlike you humans, the reproductive process|is quite unpleasant for us. Could you compare|the effect to something|that I might understand? Like a toothache?|It's more like having|your nuts in a vlse, except we feel it all over. And to make matters worse,|the sensation is associated... with something like your nausea,|accompanied by a very bad smell. The moment of climax is like|being kicked in the stomach, and then falling into a pool|of mod droppings. Mod droppings? A mod is a being,|much like your skunk,|only far more potent. Uh, if it's such|a terrible experience, uh, how do you reproduce? As carefully as possible. What are you doing? Well, you just reminded me|of something I want to|include in my report. Your report.|Yes, it's our custom... to compile descriptions|of the various places|and people we encounter... throughout the galaxy. Morning, Betty.|Good morning, Prot. Morning, Navarro.|Hey, what's up, man? Mr. Friedman.|Morning, Maria. - I'm Vanessa.|- Just chill. Morning, Bess. Morning, Bess. She doesn't talk to anybody.|Afraid smoke will come out of|her mouth when she talks. Been here since|she was a little girl.|Burned her house down. Shouldn't play with matches.|Very dangerous. It was an electrical flare.|Why do you make up stories|like that? Ernie has a very powerful|imagination. Phil listen! Come on, Doris.|You gotta come out of|Your room sometime. Look what I brought|just for you. Pooh, pooh, pooh, pooh,|pooh, pooh, pooh, pooh. Do that again,|you go up to three. Her Royal Highness never,|ever comes out of her room.|Not even to eat. No wonder she's here.|I'm sick and tired|of this shit. Everyday, coming up here|and shooting food at me.|I hate this. The service here|is atrocious! Good morning, Mrs. Archer.|Doris. I wasn't expecting|any gentleman callers... until this afternoon. Excuse me. You have a place|set for two. Oh, yes. Um...|I'm expecting someone. How long|have you been waiting? Eleven years. For some around here|might... call that crazy,|but I prefer to call it... romantic. Romantic.|Like a, uh... waltz in the moonlight,|or a... candlelit dinner... or a sunset.|Oh, we have those. On K-PAX, we have two suns. They rlse together|only once every 200 years. And that is quite a sight. He most definitely|has a sensitivity|to white light, but I think|it's his range that|You'll find interesting. What am I looking at? He can detect light|at a wavelength of up to|300 to 400 angstroms. Ultraviolet. Of course,|Prot's explanation is that... due to his planet's|peculiar quality of light|caused by its two suns, K-PAXians are used to|light conditions much like|our twilight most of the time. W-Wait a minute.|Chuck, I didn't think... human beings could see|ultraviolet light. We can't. Good morning, Joyce. That's a lovely configuration|You're wearing today.|Thank you. Macy's.|Come in. This is so much better. It's a lot like home. Well, uh, Prot, I was hoping you'd tell me|more about home. Well, what would you|like to know? Well, uh, do you, um, do you have a family|on K-PAX? It doesn't work on K-PAX|the same way it works|here, Mark. On K-PAX, we don't|have families in the way|that you think of them. In fact, a family would be|a non sequitur on our planet,|as it would on most others. In other words, um, You, uh, you never knew|Your parents. On K-PAX, children are not|raised by their biological|parents, Mark, but by everyone. They circulate among us,|learning from one|and then another. Do you have a child?|No. Do you have a wife waiting|back for you on K-PAX? Mark. Mark. Mark. You are not really listening|to what I'm saying to you,|are you? We do not have marriage|on K-PAX. There are no wives.|There are no husbands. There are no families. I see. So, um, what about...|societal structure? Government.|No, there's|no need for one. - You have no laws?|- No laws. No lawyers. How do you know|right from wrong? Every being|in the universe knows|right from wrong, Mark. But what if-- if someone did do|something wrong-- committed murder or rape-- how would you punish them? Let me tell you|something, Mark. You humans, most of you, subscribe to this policy|of "an eye for an eye, a life for a life,"|which is known|throughout the universe... for its stupidity. Even your Buddha and your Christ|had quite a different vision, but nobody's paid much attention|to them, not even the Buddhists|or the Christians. You humans, sometimes it's hard to imagine|how you've made it this far. Josh, be careful. Okay, kids. Let's go.|The hot dogs are ready. Hey. Where were you|just now? Come on.|Okay. Hey, kids, come on.|Wash up. Okay! Josh. Now come on,|quit teasing the dog. Josh, let's go.|Settle down now. - Here we are.|- Oh, park that right here. Boy,|that looks terrific.|That looks great. Steve, how was, uh,|how was your trip|up from Princeton? Steve, how was, uh,|how was your trip|up from Princeton? Not too bad.|We even stopped by|to see Michael. Oh, that was|nice of you, Sis. Quite a detour|for you guys. Well, it was his birthday. I know it was his birthday. I sent him a card|and a nice, uh, a nice, big check|as usual. It wouldn't kill you|to pick up the phone|every once in a while... and talk to your own son. Thank you, Abby.|You wanna pass|the potato salad, please? There you go. By the way, I put him|through Dartmouth. He knows|how to pick up a phone too. I'm thinking of inviting him|for Christmas.|Oh, great. He spends Christmas|with his mother. He won't come here.|How do you know? When was|the last time you asked him? Am I on the couch here,|or what? You want a beer?|Please and thank you. You want some more?|Can I have corn, darling? Steve, I, uh, I have a rather unusual|favor to ask you. What can I do you for,|Dr. "P''?|Well, I have a patient. Sit down. I have|this patient, who, uh, seems to know quite|a bit about your field. A patient|who's an astronomer? So, tell me about|this patient of yours. Well, he, uh, he claims|to come from a planet|he calls K-PAX. What kind of name|is that?|K-PAX? He says it's a thousand|light-years away, near|the constellation Lyra. Uh-huh. Bighead?|Green? About this high? Yeah, I think|I know the guy. No, he's, uh,|he's very convincing. I mean, of course,|he's, uh, he's human. Its just that he's, um, well, he's-he's the most|convincing delusional|I've ever come across. If I can prove to him|that this K-PAX is just|a figment of his imagination, then maybe I can find out|who he really is. Well, sure.|I can give you... a whole list of questions|to ask your fella.|Wonderful. All his books and papers|and everything... are spread all over the desk|like always, but he's|just sitting there. Someone change|his medication? I gave him his usual,|Anafronil, 250 milligrams. Hmm. Well, something's|wrong with him. An obsessive-compulsive|doesn't just sit there|looking out the window. Howie? Good morning,|Dr. Powell. Good morning.|But are you looking|for something? Bluebird. The bluebird? The bluebird of happiness. Prot told me to find|the bluebird of happiness. Prot told you. It's a task. The first of three. I don't know what|the other two are yet. He'll tell me. If I complete all three, I'll be cured. There.|Maintain your breathing. That's it.|Now you see? There are none of|these ammonia particles|that you're so worried about. In the first place,|I would be able to see them.|Good morning, Sal. And I don't.|Good morning, Dr. Stinky. Ringed monkey, 7:00. Take a bath.|Take a bath. Ernie, could you excuse us|for a moment, please?|Mm-hmm. Good to, uh,|see you outside, Ernie. Thank you.|Oh, Ernie, you stink. Prot, it's one thing|to take an interest|in your fellow patients. It's quite another|to make them think|that you can cure them. You seem overly upset,|Mark. To borrow a phrase from Navarro,|You need to chill. For your information,|all beings have the capacity|to cure themselves, Mark. This is something|we've known on K-PAX|for millions of years. Listen to me.|On this planet,|I'm a doctor, you're a patient. Doctor. Patient.|Curious human distinction. It's not your job|to cure Howie. Or Ernie or Maria|or anyone else.|It's mine. Then why haven't|You cured them yet? Oh, by the way,|here are the answers|to the questions you asked me. I hope they meet|Your satisfaction. I don't know what to say, Mark. I mean, this is--|this is pretty wild stuff. Gibberish, huh?|Well, not exactly. I mean, see, Your patient indicates|his planet, K-PAX, orbitingan eclipsing|binary star system--|Agape and Satori. Yeah.|Near the Constellation Lyra. He could have|looked that up, right? That's the funny thing, Mark.|Not really. I mean, except for my boss,|Duncan Flynn, one of the foremost|astrophysicists in the world... and maybe two or three|of his colleagues, nobody knows much about|the possibility of planets|in this star system yet. It hasn't even been reported|in any journals. Tell me, honestly, did Duncan put you|up to this? You know--|You know, like a joke? No. It's no joke, Steve. Uh, tell me, do you know of any missing|astrophysicists? Can't say I do. But there's one or two|around here who'd sure like|to meet this fella of yours. Thanks a lot, Steve.|I sure appreciate it. But unlike you humans,|the reproductive process... is an unpleasant one for us.|Start again. What way is it unpleasant? It's a pain-- Good. Not too fast.|Okay. So, this is|Your neighborhood, huh? Hello, gentlemen.|Sure appreciate you|meeting with us. Thank you, Dr. Powell.|We'd like to get to the bottom|of this just as much as you. Thank you, Doctor.|Great. Let me introduce|You to Prot. It's a pleasure|to meet you, Prot.|I'm Dr. Becker. This is Dr. Flynn. Drs. Patel and Hessler. Doctor. Doctor.|Doctor. Doctor. How many doctors|are there on this planet? Here, Prot.|Have a seat. "Have a seat.''|Oh, shit! Feel at home? We found your notes|quite interesting, Prot, and we'd like to ask you|some questions,|if that's all right. Be my guest.|Good.|Then Ill jump right in. Make sure you can swim. Yes, well, let's start with this idea|of light travel, shall we? What can you tell us|about that? Absolutely nothing. If I told you,|you'd blow yourselves up. Or worse,|someone else. You'd be surprised|how much energy|is in a beam of light. Hmm. Well, then, maybe you could show us|how this light travel works. You mean a demonstration. That would be... fine. Adios. Aloha. Well, when are you gonna--|I'm already back. See, where I come from, Prot,|that's called "the fastest gun|in the West'' routine. Well, I don't come from|where you come from,|Dr. Becker. Prot, you've indicated in your|notes that your planet K-PAX... orbits around the twin stars|of Agape and Satori,|near the constellation Lyra. Well, frankly,|we're a bit mystified... as to how you gained knowledge|there's such a planetary system|around these stars. Professor, where I come from,|that's common knowledge. This was taken|from the Hubble. We've computer enhanced it,|based on Dr. Patel's readings... from telescopes|in Chile and Hawaii. It's the clearest picture|we have of where you come from. What we'd like is if you could|diagram on the light pad... the orbital pattern|that your planet takes|through this system. Mm-hmm.|My pleasure. I think that's right. Steven,|could you input that? Already on it. Wh-What's going on? I take it my calculations|help explain the "protabations"|You've been seeing... in the rotation pattern|of your binary star, but have been unable to explain|until... this moment. How-- How could you know this? How could you-- Every K-PAXian knows this. Just as every child|on Earth knows... that your planet|revolves around your sun. It's common knowledge.|Isn't it? What, um,|what happened in there? I mean, you-- He could be a savant. There-There are savants|who have painted flawless|copies of Rembrandt, who couldn't--|who couldn't remember|their own names. You don't|believe him, Steve. I don't know|what I believe, Mark,|but I know what I saw. I moved. I moved.|It's your move. One and two. Your move. Bluebird. Bluebird. You just wait|till next game.|Bluebird. Bluebird! Bluebird! Bluebird! Bluebird!|Bluebird! Howie!|Bluebird! Bluebird! Bluebird! Bluebird!|Bluebird! Howie.|Bluebird. Bluebird.|Bluebird. Okay. Okay.|Bluebird! Where's the bluebird? Look, bluebird!|Bluebird! Bluebird! Oh, my God. Bluebird! Bluebird!|Howie!|Howie, get back here! Bluebird! Bluebird!|Bluebird! Do bluebirds bite, Sal? Nah, they don't bite,|stinkhead. Hey, Bess, its a bluebird. - Shit!|- Disturbance on two. - It's the bluebird!|- Bluebird! Bluebird! Bluebird! Bluebird! Bluebird! Bluebird! It's mass hysteria. Betty!|Betty, what the hell|is going on here? - Come here! Come here!|- Dr. Powell, come and see! You see it?|Do you see it? Lookit! Lookit!|Lookit! Whats going on here,|Dr. Powell?|What on Earth is out there? -Just a bluejay.|- A bluejay? A bluejay. Off the chair.|Everybody, get off the chairs. Mrs. Archer...|come out of her room. Bluebird? Its a bluebird? Come on over here. I know who you are. You're the bluebird. Good night, Bess. And how are we today?|Oh, just fine. That's good, Maria.|My man. Psst. Excuse me.|Mm-hmm. About that|light travel thing. I was wondering if maybe|You could show me|how to do that. I put up with|the stinkin this place|for ten years. I wanna get out,|if you know what I mean. I used to be the doorman|at The Plaza. F-Fifteen years. That's when I started|to notice it. Notice what?|The smell. They all stank. I-I tried to tell 'em,|but, uh, they put me here. And, um, and-and-- And this-this place|smells worse than all. Except foryou.|Y-You don't smell, so I figured maybe|You could help me. You should smell|the york blossoms|on my planet... in a gentle breeze. Pretty much|like your sugarplums. I would-- I would|like to smell that. I would like to go there,|to-to your, um, planet. I'm afraid I can only take|one person back with me|when I go. Uh, I had my weekly session|with Sal today. He says you're|taking him to K-PAX. In fact, I've heard|from most of the patients|on ward two, they all tell me|that they're going to K-PAX. I wonder if thats a wise thing|to be promising patients|in a psychiatric facility. No, no, no, Mark.|I made it clear to each|and every one of them, I can only take one person|back with me when I return. Return?|Mark,|don't get me wrong. I mean, you've been|very hospitable. Hospital.|Hospitable. But my time here is almost up,|and I can't wait to get back.|Back? To K-PAX?|Yes, of course.|Where else? You're planning|to return to K-PAX. You're repeating yourself|again, Mark. Yes, I have|one trip to take up north, and then I am planning|on returning to K-PAX. Joyce gave me these strawberries|this morning from her garden|in Hoboken. They're delicious.|You'll have to|forgive me, but, um, but this is|a bit confusing. - When are you planning on--|- I'm departing on July 27. Why? Why, uh,|why July 27? Safety reasons. You see, I can go anywhere|on Earth without fear|of bumping into someone... traveling at super light speed,|but beings are coming and going|all the time from K-PAX. It has to be coordinated. You're telling me... You're beaming back|to K-PAX on July 27. At 5:51 a.m.,|Eastern time. Hey, hey, hey, honey. Mark,|You were just dreaming. You were just dreaming. Daddy?|Mark. Mark, whats going on?|Daddy's okay. Go back to bed, honey.|Where is Daddy going? Daddy's all right.|He has a tummy ache.|He's all right. Daddy!|Get in bed! And when did you arrive|on Earth? Four years and nine months ago.|What's going on? Shh! Listen. And when did you arrive|on Earth? Four years and nine months ago. Your years. Four years, nine months|and three days ago. That'll be five years|to the date on July 27.|That's when he's leaving. What?|To go back to K-PAX. Mark, what is the matter|with you? Rachel--|Mark, it is 2:00|in the morning. What is-- What is|this patient doing to you? He's telling me|that five years ago|on July 27... something terrible|happened to him. Some horrible trauma.|I gotta get to him|before that date. - Mom, what's happening?|- Unbelievable. Nothing. Come on.|Come on. Let's all|go back to bed. Ah, I've got it! Come on. Let's eat. - Is the spaceman here yet?|- Shh. Don't call him that. Spaceman. Spaceman.|No, no. No, no. Whoo!|Everybody, come here. Listen, everybody, look.|He's going to be here|any minute. I want you guys to just|calm down. Be yourselves.|Act natural. Okay. Spaceman. Why, is he going to zap us|with his laser gun? I mean it. I do.|Here. Oh, Mom. I can't believe|I agreed to this. I tried everything else.|Rachel, look. I want him to spend|Fourth of July with us... to see if a normal family|environment might bring|something out of him. Since when did we become|a normal family? Please.|Look. They're here. I just feel uncomfortable.|Well, don't. Joyce's son, he's on|the high school wrestling team, and Betty's husband's|an ex-cop. Hey!|Hi. Hey, Joyce.|Hey, buddy. Glad you could make it. Wow.|This is my husband, Dominic. He looks like Data.|That's right,|embarrass him. Welcome, Prot. This is my wife Rachel. How do you do?|Rachel. Thank you so much|for inviting me today. Thanks for coming. - Watch out. Watch out.|- No. Shasta, no.|Shasta, no.|Shasta! Come here, good dog.|I know. I know. Damn dog's|never liked anyone.|Shh. Oh. Okay. Kids. Girls. Girls.|Come here. Okay. She says she doesn't|like it when you hide|her favorite tennis shoe. And she doesn't hear so well|in her left side, so-- so don't sneak up|on her anymore. No way. Let's get some lunch, okay?|Let's have lunch. Let's go eat. It's good, Rachel. Okay, you guys, come on. Careful, careful,|Gabby. All right. Come on.|Somebody else|want some? There we go. So, Prot, Mark tells me|You don't eat meat. That's very healthy.|Speak for yourself. Burger.|Burger. You got it? Yes, I want burgers,|thank you.|It's good. Everything looks so good.|Pass me one of those hamburgers. Come on. Give me a push. There's a photograph|on the piano of a young man|with all the others. That's Michael. That's Mark's son|from his first marriage. How many marriages|has he had? Just the two...|so far. "So far?|No, I mean, he's not out to set|a world record or anything. But the young man|in the photograph,|he's not here today. No, um,|he doesn't live with us. You know,|he's away at college and-- and the truth is,|he and Mark don't|talk to each other. I don't know why|I'm telling you this. Probably because|I'm a locked-up lunatic,|so what harm could it do. Maybe. Maybe that's it. Dr. Powell's been trying|to teach me the importance... You beings place on|Your biological connections.|Hmm. You think he means it? You don't? Do you know|what a family is? You worry. They don't|tell you that, you know. You don't have a family. No. We don't have families|on K-PAX. Well, you don't know|what you're missing. I'll get you|some more lemonade. All right.|Incoming. That's beautiful.|Thank you. Fourth ofJuly. Thank you for inviting me|here today, Mark. You're most welcome, Prot. Come push me on the swing! I'll show you|a trick. This is called... Go to the Table|and Have a Beer. Okay. But first you have to|hold on very tight. Okay.|Ready? This is fun! Come on, let's go!|Come on! Come on! Watch out.|Watch out. Let's go in the water! No, don't.|Come on! No, don't go.|Don't go.|Let's go! Hey! Let go!|Don't go in the water!|Don't! No, don't! Mom! No!|No, you stay! No! Natalie? Natalie! Mark! Mark! Prot! Hey, this guy's|as strong as an ox!|Betty, quick! Turn off the goddamn water! Stay there, Josh.|I'll turn it off!|I got it. It's okay. Prot? It's okay. It's okay.|No, no, no, it's okay, Betty.|Where are his glasses? I got it.|Are you all right? Prot? You're okay. Is that apple pie I smell? Sweetheart,|You all right?|Yeah. He was pushing my daughter|on a swing, like he had done|a hundred times before. Not like he was|some alien from K-PAX. I saw him.|He was connecting|with something. Some kind|of normal life.|That's not enough. He's a violent patient,|Mark. He's not violent. Something violent|happened to him.|Something in his past. When he was going after Natalie,|he wasn't trying to harm her,|he was trying to protect her. From the sprinklers?|I'm not sure from what. I need more than a hunch|to go on, otherwise I|have to send him upstairs. We need to regress him--|take him back into the past, find out what happened|and have him confront it. Regress him? Do you have any|idea how risky it is to regress|a patient like this one? It's his only chance. Claudia,|we have to push him.|There's no time. He told me|that he's going back|to K-PAX on July 27. That's in three weeks. I think that he could|become violent on that day.|Hurt himself, somebody else. You know what|the problem is, Mark. You're too close|to this patient. Everybody else|can see it but you. I am transferring him|to the fourth floor,|and that's final. I know I'm too close to him.|All right, fine.|I admit it. Why choose this one|to save, Mark? I don't know. Maybe--|Maybe because I feel... he chose me. Has anyone seen Prot? He went up north|for a few days. "North''?|Greenland. Iceland. You know. He had a few countries|left to visit before he|could finish his report. Don't worry, Dr. Powell.|He'll be back. How do you know, Ernie? Because he took his glasses|with him, darling. When he returns to K-PAX,|he won't need them. Patients do not escape|from this institution.|They don't escape. There has been|no evidence of escape, but obviously,|I've notified the police,|social services. I'm gonna have a great time|explaining this|to the state board. I got psychotics|on the fourth floor|packing up their sneakers... because they all think|they're going off to K-PAX. Claudia--|Find him. Well, what about|city shelters? Have you--|Have you checked? No. No, I'm not telling you|how to do your job. Uh-- Thank--|Thank you. Dr. Powell,|I presume. Where the hell|have you been? Newfoundland,|Greenland, Iceland,|uh, Labrador-- All right, cut the crap.|We've been looking for you|for three days. I believe I mentioned|my taking a trip up north,|Mark, in this very garden. "Taking a trip?|You're a patient here. You don't leave here without|a discharge. And don't give me|this beam-of-light shit, because I don't buy it. What would you say|if I were to tell you... that I don't believe|You took any trip at all... to Iceland or Greenland|or anywhere? That I don't believe|You're from K-PAX? I believe you're|as human as I am. I would say you're in need|of a Thorazine drip, Doctor. Well, there--|there is one way... You could convince me|beyond any doubt. Of course,|I would need your consent. It's called hypnosis. I just don't see the point.|Let me tell you|what your alternative is. A trip to a place|where they'll stick a needle|in your ass every morning, which may or may not leave you|with a stupid grin|on your face... for the rest of your days|here on Earth. Is that what you'd like? Prot? I want to help you. What we're going|to be doing, Prot,|is a bit like daydreaming. I'm gonna count|from one to five. On the count of three,|Your eyes will close, and you will find yourself|in a very nice, deep, comfortable, relaxed|state of hypnosis. One. Your eyes are starting|to get very heavy now. Two. I want you|to use your imagination... and imagine small lead weights|on your eyelids... that are just making them|so... heavy. Pulse rate is 40 B.P.M.|Three. Keep your eyes closed.|I'd be concerned|if he were human. Let yourself go way,|way down deep. Four. Let a wave of relaxation|move through your body now... as you go down|even deeper. And five, going way, way down deep. You are in a relaxed|state of hypnosis now. How do you feel? Like... nothing. I want you|to go back in time. I want you to recall|the first experience|that you can remember. What do you see? What was that? What do you see? Uh-- I see... casket. Silver... with a blue lining. Whose casket is it? It's the father|of a friend of mine. What's your friend's name? I'm not telling. Do you know how|Your friend's father died? He had an accident at|the place that he worked at. He was killed|in an accident? He-- He was hurt|and then died later? Where did he work?|The place where|they kill cows. Where is this place? The pulse rate just shot up|ten B.P.M.s. Do you know--|Do you know|where this place is? I-I want you to relax. I want to move forward|in time now. Where are you? It's nighttime. We're in his house. At the other boy's house?|Yeah. I want him|to come outside. Why? To look at the stars. That's where I come from,|You know. Is your name Prot? Wow. How did you know that? Where are you from, Prot? I'm from the planet K-PAX. It's in|the constellation Lyra. Do you know|all the constellations? Yeah. Most of 'em. And does your friend|know them too?|Yes, he does. When his dad got sick|and had to stay home,|they got a telescope, and his dad taught him about|all the constellations. But he's not interested|in those right now. Why not? Something happened. That's why he called me. He calls me when|something bad happens. Like when his father died? That's right. How do you know to come?|How does the boy call you? I don't know. I just come.|I just-- I just know. How do you get to Earth? I wanna go outside.|Can I go outside? Uh, read-- read|his body language, Mark. I-I don't think he wants|to talk anymore today. All right. Prot? I want you|to just relax now. Think about the stars. That's right.|I' m gonna count backwards now|from five to one, and you'll find yourself|wide-awake and refreshed. Five. You're starting|to come out of it now. Four.|You're feeling more alert. Three.|Even more alert. Two.|You're becoming awake now. And one. So when do we begin? It's already over. Oh, the old "fastest gun|in the West'' routine, huh? Let's find the locations|of all the slaughter houses|operating in the United States. I mean, how many|can there be? I don't know. We eliminate, uh, the ones|in or near big cities... and we concentrate|on small towns, rural areas, You know, places where|You can see the stars. Joyce, we only have|six days. Shall I bring the crystal|or leave it here? I suppose I won't|really need it on K-PAX. I don't even know|what they drink. Dream on, sister.|He can only take|one of us with him. Why the hell would he take|a stinker like you?|He's taking me. How dare you!|I do not stink. Nah, forget it, ho.|I'm the one goin'. Yeah?|Which one of you? Okay.|Who would like to begin? Ernie.|Uh, I-I was-- I was wondering|if it was possible... for us to have Cream of Wheat|instead of oatmeal. Not again.|Howie. I have a suggestion,|because there's really,|really not much time. I would like to propose|an essay contest... to decide once and for all|who will go with Prot. I've spoken with him,|and he's agreed to read|them all by July 27. So if anyone would|like to be considered, please state your reasons|in a clear, legible hand... and return them to me. Russell. Yes? Would I get to take|my bible to K-PAX? Of course you would. We can finish|the essays later. Now, I want you|to go back in time again, but not so far back|as last time. Is your friend there? Is he with you now? Yeah. What's his name?|I'm not tellin'. Prot, I would like to know|Your friend's name. Well, I ain't|gonna tell ya. Well, we have to|call him something. How about Pete? Well, that's not his name,|but whatever thrills you. What year is it?|It's 1 985. How old are you?|One hundred|and seventy-five. How old is Pete?|Seventeen. Tell me about Pete. What happened? Is there a problem? Is that why|he called you? He's got a girlfriend. And the problem|is with the girlfriend?|She's pregnant. He can see it all coming|right down the road.|You get married, have a bunch of kids,|wind up in the same job|that killed your dad. He blames her for this?|Oh, no, no, no. He doesn't blame her.|No, he just-- He--|How did he put it? He hates the chains that people|shackle themselves with. I mean, we don't have|all that crap on K-PAX. All right, Prot.|I want you to listen|to me carefully. I want to move forward|in time again. Oh, say, two weeks. You-- If you would like|to open your eyes|or move around, you may. Would you like to?|I know that. Prot? Prot, when--|It's, uh, according to|Your Earth calendar. And your friend Pete|called you? Not for anything|in particular. He just... sometimes|wants to talk things over... with someone|every now and then. Tell me about Pete now. He's a knocker.|A "knocker''? A knocker is the guy|that knocks the cow|inside of the head... so it won't struggle|while they slit its throat. I know.|It's barbaric, isn't it? Does he still live|in the same town? Oh, just outside of town. He's got a little place,|but he's fixed it up nice. It's got some... trees|and a couple of acres... and a river. It reminds me of K-PAX,|except for the river. Tell me, did he ever marry|that pregnant girl? Wow, what a memory. Yeah, they got married,|but she's no longer pregnant.|Why, that was six years ago. I've forgotten her name. S-- I didn't tell you|her name. Can you tell me now? Sara. Did they have|a son or a daughter? Rebecca. Rebecca. It's her birthday|next week. Chak, what's happened?|Howie tried to kill Ernie. What?|He's fine. Ernie?|I feel wonderful,|Dr. Powell. For heaven's sake.|What happened?|Absolutely wonderful. My good friend Howie,|he just about|strangled me to death. What? Son of a bitch,|I love him. Ernie, I don't understand. You should've seen it. I was asleep.|You know, the way I like--|my hands tied and everything. He wrapped something|around my neck--|a handkerchief or something-- and then tightened it. There wasn't a damn thing|I could do about it. Well, when I|stopped breathing, he lifted me onto the gurney,|rushed me up here, and they brought me back|as quick as they could. And when I woke up, You know what I realized,|Dr. Powell? Dying. Dying's something|You have no control over. Why waste your life|being afraid of it? I'll sleep on my stomach|from now on. I'll eat fish|with bones in it. I'll swallow the biggest|pill you can find.|Bring it on. I feel good. That's terrific, Ernie. See you at our session|tomorrow?|Yes. I cured him, didn't I? Prot says one more task|and I'll be cured too. And then it's...|bon voyage. Tell me your name, damn it. I'm gonna give you|a specific date, and I want you to remember|where you were and what|You were doing on that day. Do you understand? Perfectly well,|my dear sir. The date|is July 27, 1 996. I'm on K-PAX. - Are you sure?|- Quite sure, governor. - Are you sure?|- Quite sure, governor. I'm harvesting croppins|for a meal. Croppins are a fungi,|like, uh, your truffles. Big truffles.|Delicious.|Do you like tru-- Wait a minute. There it is.|What? Is it Pete? Yes. I sense something is wrong.|He needs me. I'm now on Earth. I'm with him. And where are you?|What are you doing? By a river... in the back|of his house. It's dark. He's taking off|his clothes. Why is he doing that? He's--|What? What is he doing? He's trying|to kill himself. Why does he want|to kill himself? Because something terrible|has happened. Has he done something?|Has he done something|he shouldn't have? He doesn't want|to talk about it. Prot, I'm trying to help him.|I can't help him unless he|tells me what happened. He knows that. Well, then,|why won't he tell me? Because then|You would know... what even he|doesn't want to know. Then you have to|help him, Prot. You have to help him|tell me what happened. He doesn't want|to talk about it.|Are you fucking deaf? Time is running out|for him. Time is running out|for everyone. He jumps in. He's floating. Pulse is up to 1 40.|Respiration's at 30. For God's sake, man,|bring him back. All right.|Listen to me. Listen to me. You can save him.|You're his friend. I am his friend.|That's why I won't try. Save him!|No. I can't. The cur--|The current is too strong. There's no chance. I... cannot.|Listen to me. You've helped|a lot of patients here. You've helped Mrs. Archer.|You've helped Howie and Ernie. I'm gonna ask you|to help cure Pete now. Let's call it a task. - I want you|to let me speak to him. If he's listening,|I want him to know|that he can trust me. I want him to know that if|it was Sara or Rebecca|that he did something-- Get in there.|No, no, no, wait!|Wait, wait, wait, wait! No. No, stay back.|Oh, my God!|Oh, my God! Oh, my God!|Oh-- Oh, my God! Oh, my God! It's okay. It's all right. Shh. That's okay. It's all right now. I'm gonna count backwards now|from five to one, and as I count,|You'll become more|and more alert. On the count of one|I'll snap my fingers, and you'll wake up|feeling refreshed. Five. You're starting|to come out of it. Four. You're becoming|more alert. Three.|Even more alert. Two. You're starting|to wake up now. And one. Are you okay?|Yes. Feeling fine. Okay. Thank you. Is this--|Is this area code 5-0-5?|Where arey ou? New Mexico, sir.|New Mexico? "Salva.'' Salvation. Salvation! There are a dozen Salvation Army|shelters in New Mexico. Albuquerque,|Las Cruces, Roswell. Wait a minute.|There's one in Santa Rosa.|Santa Rosa. Santa Rosa. Santa Rosa. Guelph. That's pretty damn close|to Santa Rosa. What's the biggest|local newspaper|for that region? Guadalupe County Observer,|covering Guadalupe County. All right.|Bring that up. Go toJuIy27, 1996. "'Swap meet, livestock sale. '" Wait.|Go to the 28th. Okay. There it is! "Robert Porter. Drowned!'' His name... is Robert Porter. Robert Porter.|Ah, here it is. Yeah, I do remember|this case. It was about the biggest|thing ever happened|around these parts. He was a quiet type. As I recall, he was|a real smart fella.|Kind of brainy. Strong as a horse, though,|and worked as a knocker. Lived about 20 miles|outside of town with|his-his wife and child. Sarah. His wife's name|was Sarah. That's right. Damn shame|what happened. You got time|to take a ride? Yeah. Well,|it's been empty. Yeah, nobody comes around|here much anymore... since all that happened. Ain't no livin' next of kin|to give the place to anyway. I had detectives come|down from Albuquerque... to try and piece|this one together. Well, accordin' to|the official story, Porter, he was at work|when this, uh, this drifter, Darryl Walker,|come by the house. Two-time parolee|lookin' for trouble.|You know what I'm sayin'? Started out|as a robbery. The wife and the daughter|were out back. Sarah? Sarah? From what we can gather|from forensics and all, this Walker, he, uh--|he forced the two women|into the house. Raped the wife, killed 'em both. Porter, he must've come home|and found Walker still here. God. Snapped a grown man's neck|like it was a twig. Can't say I wouldn't have|done the same myself. Uh, the river's|this way. They found|the clothes there. That's probably|where he jumped in. And this river can be|pretty treacherous. Even in July|it's got a hell of a current. Still, I suppose it might|have been a mistake,|officially, to declare it a drowning|when the body was never found. Doc, if that boy you got|back there in New York|is really Robert Porter, I'd just as soon|not know about it. Know what I mean? Mark. I'm sorry.|I'm sorry. Never do that again.|I won't. What happened? I found what|I was looking for. You sure?|Yeah. Wish I hadn't. {##And I think it's gonna be|a long, long time### {## Till I touch down brings me|round again to find### {##I'm not the man|they think I am at home### {## Oh, no, no, no### {##I'm a rocket man### If you wouldn't mind|putting mine on top. {##Burnin' out his fuse|up here alone### {##And I think it's gonna be|a long, long time###### Prot. Have a seat. You all packed?|Ready to go? Quite ready.|I travel light. That's a joke,|Mark. You humans.|There's just no|sense of humor. I doubt, uh,|Freud ever tried this, but before|someone goes away, we usually like to send them off|with a little toast. Scotch okay, or would you prefer|something more fruity? I will try|the scotch. Well, here's to a... safe journey. Tell you the truth, K-PAX sounds like|a beautiful place. I'd like to see it sometime.|Think there's a chance of that? I think you should see|more of your world. As a matter of fact,|I think you should see|more of your own family. Invite your son|for Christmas. I may just do that, Prot. You know what I've learned|about your planet? There's enough life on Earth|to fill 50 planets-- plants, animals, people,|fungi, viruses-- all jostling|to find their place, bouncing off each other,|feeding off each other, connected. You don't have that kind|of connection on K-PAX? Nobody wants,|nobody needs. On K-PAX, when I'm gone,|nobody misses me. There would be|no reason to. And yet I sense|that when I leave here, I will be missed. Yes. Strange feeling. You don't have|to leave, Prot. I'm sure there must be some way|that I can help you... to stay as one of us. I will miss you,|Dr. Powell. Oh. And I have to finish|my report, but... I seem to have misplaced|my pencil. Take mine. A much more efficient|writing tool. Adios, my friend. Prot? I wanna show you|something. That is Robert Porter. Prot, that's you. You and Robert Porter|are the same person. That's patently absurd.|I'm not even human. Can't you at least|admit the possibility? I will admit the possibility|that I am Robert Porter... if you will admit|the possibility... that I am from K-PAX. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a beam of light|to catch. Oh, Mark. Now that you've found Robert, please take good care of him. {## That nobody can deny### {## That nobody can deny### # That nobody can deny # # For he's a-- ##|I can't stand it. I-- I can't|stand this! I demand to know... which one of us|is goin' with you. Well, I can|tell you this. There's extra points for|the one who goes to sleep first. Out of my way! Oh, my gosh. You never gave me|my last task. What's my last task? To stay here. And be prepared... for anything. You look tired, Doc.|Why don't you get|a few hours of rest? He's not goin'|anywhere.|Uh-- We got seven hours.|I'll see you in four, hmm? Get some rest. You're gonna eat. You need some food|and you need to sleep. Chow Fun. Oh, the place on Broadway|with the ugly lanterns|in the window? The mean walter|always shouted at us. Their fortune cookies never|had any fortunes in 'em. We never needed any. I knew my fortune|that night. He was sitting|right in front of me. Hope he still is. Hey.|What's up, man? Look, 20 says|he goes.|You're on. Shit! Oh, damn it! Two minutes.|You know where Dr. Powell is? I'll buzz him. One minute. Here comes Dr. Powell! He's moving. Repeat:|He's moving! What the hell? Wait for me, you-- Son of a bitch. Oh, God. Oh, man.|Oh, God. Call a code blue.|Help me.|Let's get him. Who's that?|Beats me.|How'd he get in here? That's not Prot.|He's definitely|not Prot. Certainly not.|Prot's gone. Where's Bess? Where's Bess? Bess? He chose Bess. Bitch! Good-bye, Bess. Good for you,|homegirl. Bess went to K-PAX. Patient 287, Robert Porter. How I wish I could say that|Robert sat up one fine day... and said, "'I'm hungry.|Got any fruit?'" Like most catatonics, he probably hears|every word we say... but refuses|or is unable to respond. Nevertheless,|I keep him up to date. Let's see.|I told you about Howie. He got that job|at the public library. And Ernie, he's determined|to be a crisis counselor. The only one we're, uh,|really concerned about is Bess. You know, we've checked|halfway houses, shelters, churches, bus stops. Nothing. Uh, we don't understand.|It's like... people don't just disappear. July 27th ? You wouldn't happen to know|anything about that, would you? Robert? No. Well, maybe|it'll come to you. Whenever you're ready,|I'll be waiting. I want to tell you|something, Mark, something you|do not yet know, but we K-PAXians have been|around long enough|to have discovered. The universe will expand, then it will collapse|back on itself, and then it will|expand again. It will repeat|this process forever. What you don't know is that|when the universe expands again, everything will be|as it is now. What ever mistakes you make|this time around, you will|live through on your next pass. Every mistake you make... you will live through... again and again, forever. So my advice to you is to|get it right this time around, because this time... is all you have. You're lookin' great,|Michael.|Think so? Thanks.|How you doin'? Good. How was your--|How was your trip? Was it--|Was it good? {##Maybe this is forever### {##Forever fades away### {##Like a rocket ascending### {##Into space### {## Could you not be sad### {## Could you not breakdown### {##After all### {##I won't let go### {## Until you're safe and sound### {## Until you're safe and sound### {## There's beauty in release### {## There's no one left|to please### {##But you and me### {##I don't blame you|for quitting### {##I know you really tried### {## Only you could hang on### {## Through the night### {## 'Cause I don't|wanna be lonely### {##I don't wanna be scared### {##And all our friends### {##Are waiting there### {## Until you're safe and sound### {## Until you're safe and sound### {## There's beauty in release### {## There's no one left|to please### {##But you and me### {## Until you're safe and sound### {##Feel like I could|have held on### {##Feel like I could|have let go### {##Feel like I could|have helped you### {##Feel like I could|have changed you### {## Until you're safe and sound### {##Feel like I could|have held you### {##Feel like I could|have let you### {## Until you're safe and sound### {##Feel like I was a stranger### {##Feel like I was an angel### {## Until you're safe and sound### {##Feel like I was a hero### {##Feel like I was a zero###|{##Safe and sound### {##Feel like I could|have killed you### {##Feel like I could|have healed you### {## Until you're safe and sound### {##Feel like I could|have touched you### {##Feel like I could|have saved you### {## Until you're safe and sound### {##Feel like I should|have known you### {## Until you're safe and sound### {##Feel like I could|have changed you### {##Feel like I could|have moved you### {## Until you're safe and sound### {## Until you're safe and sound### {##Feel like I should|have told you### {##Feel like I could|have known you### {##Feel like I could|have loved you### {##Feel like I couId|attractyou### {##Feel like I could|have saved you### {##Feel like I really|loved you### {##Feel like|I really loved you###### |
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