Gabriel Dropout (ガヴリールドロップアウト)

Previously on "Resident Alien"...

You are the Greys. What are you going to do?

We will destroy you and everyone you care about.

There's alien activity here.

- I know it. - What are you gonna do?

Call the Alien Tracker and tell him to come to Patience

and find himself an alien.

I need a refill on these pain meds.

These can be very addictive.

- Who's Mary Ellen Taylor? - My mom.

I liked my life the way it was, still do.

I don't think this guy's an alien.

Did you notice anything different

about that new lunch lady? She might be MIB.

MIB stole the baby last night.

What assholes, exclamation mark!

Our first battery of exams

haven't detected any extraterrestrial DNA,

but our next round of experimental tests...

Forget it. I'm going in.

Yes, ma'am.

I'll inform the guards to prepare the restraints.

Restraints?

Don't bother.

He's not an alien.

None of them are.

I remember being a kid, the pranks we'd play.

You'd do anything to fit in, so I get it.

It's clear you look like this dead boy.

But whose idea was it for you to pretend to be an alien?

You can tell me.

You won't get in trouble.

If you had any idea the hundreds of subjects,

the thousands of tests,

then you would cut the fake-alien shit!

They're real, you know.

I saw them with my father...

when I was about your age.

Your eyes were playing tricks on you.

I know what I saw. Look at the damn photos.

Oh, we have.

Could have been a weather balloon.

Who the hell are you?

It's just and your daughter, right?

Dad, no!

My people began as aquatic creatures.

I am glad we grew legs and started walking on land.

I would not want to be a fish,

in the same way I do not want to be a human.

So much of their lives is out of their control.

The fish swims forward looking for food,

and when they find it, they get yanked out of their homes

by a weird being, measured and probed,

and then thrown back into their home.

It is not the fish's fault.

If I was hungry and I saw a pizza on a hook,

I might not be able to control myself either.

- - It's my fault.

I spent my whole life trying to protect you.

I should have told you what I knew about your mother

a long time ago.

Now I understand why you didn't.

You know, I met her when she joined our band.

She was pregnant already.

So you were, like...

The fifth member.

Did you know my father?

Mary-Ellen kept that to herself.

I ended up watching you most of the time.

Then one day she was just gone.

How do you just leave a kid like that on a doorstep

- and not care at all? - I don't know.

My bandmates told me to call CPS, but...

I called an adoption lawyer instead.

You're too kind for your own good.

It wasn't kindness;

it was love.

You were yourself, Asta, the day you were born.

I can't make people see how special you are,

but I always have.

I lost a drummer, but I gained a daughter.

More than a fair trade, I'd say.

- Thanks, Dad. - Yeah.

Oh, I thought I heard voices.

- Morning, Kayla. - Ben, hi

Kayla asked me to help her with a case.

Honey, that's amazing.

See, I knew you'd back into law when the timing was right.

What's the case?

I am helping Kayla's law firm

get a temporary restraining order

to stop the resort from moving forward.

Huh.

Great.

Can I get you some more coffee?

- Oh, that'd be nice, honey. - Mm-hmm.

So, um, the judge is gonna decide whether we've proven...

Um, whether we've proven...

Sorry, Kayla.

Look, listen, the key to all of this

is just that we're gonna prove that the environmental impact...

If we've proven...

Irreparable...

environmental...

Ben!

Did you say my name?

I know what you're doing.

Barista-ing?

You know what? I'm just going to head out.

I'll let you know what the judge says,

and, um, I'll take a rain check on that coffee.

And the vacuuming you were probably about to do.

Yeah.

Was that the most mature thing you've ever done?

Mm, top three.

Look, I know we're on different sides

- of this resort thing. - Mm-hmm.

Maybe it wasn't fair of me to have a meeting like that here.

Thank you.

So we make a pact.

The second we walk in that door,

we don't talk about the resort.

Deal.

Okay.

So stupid.

Hey, you wanted to see me?

Yes, uh...

I have, uh, something that I wanted to tell you,

but I don't know how, so I wrote it in a letter.

Okay, just tell me.

Okay.

"Dear, Asta, the Greys are here to kill us all"?

That's your opening?

I wanted to get your attention.

Good job. It worked.

- Mm. - Are we all gonna die?

- Again? - Mm.

- Why are they here? - I do not know.

It all happened very fast. He threatened me and then left.

You are a Grey.

Yes, and you are...

It's funny to hear it in your accent.

I will find these Greys. Do not worry.

You drew the Earth exploding.

But, yeah, sure, nothing to worry about.

But the artistry is...

pretty undeniable.

You've reached Detective Lena Torres,

Jessup PD... Please leave a message.

- - Uh, hello, Detective.

It's, uh, Mike Thompson calling.

Uh, actually, I heard on the scanner

that you guys were dealing with a gang of turkey thieves.

I just wanted to make sure you know

that we can offer help or reinforcements if you need it.

Um, actually, to me, it's kind of crazy

somebody would want to steal something

that looks like a peacock had sex with a loose red sock.

But, um, anyway, um, I was calling

because I was just wondering what you was up to, and...

Oh, good morning, sir. I didn't know you were here yet.

- Here's your bear claw. - Just one second, please.

Uh, sorry about that, Detective.

Anyway, like I said, you can give me a call sometime.

All right, thank you. Bye-bye.

I knew it.

You two are gonna have ten babies together.

Deputy, what are you doing?

- I hadn't hung up yet. - No, I'm...

I was right on the brink of leaving the perfect message,

and then as I'm about to nail my triple axel,

you come up behind me with a lead pipe

and take out both my knees?

But I only accidentally smashed your knees,

and it really wasn't a lead pipe.

Like, it was more of a soft wooden bat,

because women like babies.

I'm just... I'm gonna...

I'm gonna leave this here.

D'arcy.

- Good morning, champ. - Hi.

Is it morning?

It's, like, 11:30.