02x02 - Alienation

[bunniefuu]

Let's talk about love.

How does love rewire the brain?

When we meet somebody new and exciting, they inv*de our synapses like a virus, triggering neurochemicals that feed into attraction, arousal, even obsession.

We get distracted.

We think about that special someone all the time, even in the middle of a brilliantly stimulating lecture.

[Laughter]

But we're not just thinking about them.

We're building an internal model...

A simulation that helps us predict what they'll think or how they'll feel.

Of course, relationships get into trouble when the simulation meets reality.

Which begs the question... do we ever really fall in love with another person, or just with our idea of who they are?

Whoa, whoa, Doc. Where are you going?

You've got a student conference in 10 minutes.

Cancel all my appointments. I got a lunch.

"Lunch"?

[Both sighing]

[Chuckles]

[Moans]

[Sighs] I do enjoy our "lunches".

Would you like to see a dessert menu?

[Laughs]

I got you something.

What is this?

Oh. Just what I always wanted... the monolith from "2001".

It's loaded with all the latest apps, see?

Wow. What's an app?

Max can help you program it.

You got this so that you could keep tabs on me.

Someone has to.

[Sighs]

How are you feeling?

Oh, great.

Well, I'm just worried that there might be a problem with your meds.

Why do you think that?

Because last week I saw you talking to yourself.

Well, sometimes I'm the most interesting person in the room.

You were the only person in the room.

Caroline, I'm not having symptoms, if that's what you're worried about.

Natalie: Liar.

If you're gonna have a relationship with her, you need to be honest.

I'm fine, really.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked.

I just don't want you to worry about me. That's all.

Okay. I'm gonna have a shower.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

[Chuckles]

[Sighs]

[Door closes]

If you're gonna have a relationship with your real girlfriend, you're gonna have to stop seeing your imaginary one.

Shh! I'm gonna tell her. I'm just...

Waiting for the right time.

You're gonna tell her that you've gone off your meds?

And you're not worried that that's gonna scare her off?

Maybe you'd like that.

Then you'd have me all to yourself.

Do you realize how crazy that sounds?

Huh.

That is a stunning blouse.

Cut the crap, Donnie. What do you want?

It's my grandmother's birthday on Saturday.

I'm having a little picnic for her, and I thought maybe you'd want to join us.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Kate.

It'd be nice. How many birthdays do you think she's got left?

[Scoffs]

You haven't told her we're getting divorced.

You really just expect me to go to this picnic with you, pretend we're still happily married?

Not happening.

Finally got the divorce papers in the mail from your lawyer.

Great. Did you sign them?

I got a really heavy case load right now, Kate, so I don't know when I'm gonna be able to get to them.

Seriously, Donnie? Blackmail?

It's more of a hostage negotiation, really.

[Scoffs]

Come on. She'd love to see you.

All right, I will go... for her, not for you.

And I want those papers signed.

Hey, Moretti. Why don't you pick up line two?

Kate: Who is it?

Perfect case for you and the nutty Professor.

Kate: I've got an abduction case I could use your help on.

Married white male, 46. Wife claims she hasn't seen him for a week.

Is there a Neurological or mental-health angle I'm missing?

You could say that. The wife says that her husband was abducted by, um...

Aliens from outer space.

I know what you're thinking.

"Why are we wasting our time looking into this?"

But there could be a real underlying crime here, and we're obligated by law to look into it, no matter how weird it sounds, so...

Don't you think you're jumping to conclusions?

What do you mean?

Maybe the guy really was abducted by aliens.

Excuse me?

Oh, come on, Kate. You work for the federal government.

Don't tell me you don't know that they've been whitewashing this sort of thing for decades.

Roswell? The abductions of Betty and Barney Hill?

If we look into this, we could blow open the biggest cover-up in American history.

Had you going there for a minute, didn't I?

That is not funny!

It's a little bit funny... little bit.

[Ufo-like five-tone scale plays]

Must be the place.

Ellen Resnick?

Yes?

Special Agent Moretti. FBI. This is Dr. Pierce.

You called us about an abduction?

Thank God you came.

I wasn't sure anyone was gonna believe me.

Why don't you tell us how long your husband's been missing?

He went away on a business trip six days ago, and I haven't seen him since.

Okay, if he went away on a trip, what makes you think he's been...

[Gasps] Excuse me. Who are you people?

FBI. And you are?

I'm Preston Resnick. I'm her husband.

No! He is not my husband! That's what I've been trying to tell you.

He's an alien!

She seemed fine last week when we talked on the phone.

All this alien nonsense didn't start till I got home last night.

Does your wife have any history of drug or alcohol abuse?

No.

I've been trying to get her to see a doctor all morning, but uh...

She locked herself in the bathroom and won't talk to me.

It's gonna be all right.

When did you realize that your husband wasn't really your husband?

Ellen: Last night. I was asleep when I heard the bedroom door open.

It was dark, and he sounded just like Preston, so I thought it was him.

Your husband wrote this?

Yes.

The alien does look a lot like him.

He looks exactly like him.

But I can tell it's not Preston.

What's different about him?

Well, for one thing, my husband would never hurt me.

The alien hurt you?

You can trust me.

That alien...

r*ped me.

[Sighs]

You have to believe me. I would never hurt my wife.

Yeah, well, she says you did, so why don't you tell us what happened?

I'd just gotten home from my book-signing tour.

I thought I would surprise Ellen by coming home a little early.

It's just me.

Hey.

I thought you weren't coming home till this weekend.

Yeah, I couldn't wait to see you.

Really?

[Both laugh]

She seemed normal until she turned on the light.

[Screams]

What... where... where's my husband?! Where's Preston?! Who are you?!

I'm your husband. I'm Preston.

No, you're not!

What's going on?!

Stay away from me!

[Door slams]

She locked herself in the bathroom until you guys showed up.

Before you left for your trip, did she show any other unusual behavior?

Actually, yeah, she's been a little paranoid lately.

She told me that she... she thought she was being followed.

I thought she was imagining it because each time it was a different car.

First it was a Chevy. Then it was a Ford.

Last time, it was a Hyundai.

She said it got a little too close to her, ran her off the road, and she hit a telephone pole.

What the hell is wrong with my wife?

I think she's suffering from a Neurological disorder known as Capgras Delusion.

Capgras?

In the '20s, a French psychiatrist, Jean Marie Capgras, had a patient who was convinced her friends and family had been replaced by impostors.

For people living with the condition, the pathway between the Visual Cortex and the Amygdala...

The emotional center of the brain... has been severed.

When you look at your wife, you get a a warm and fuzzy glow because you have deep feelings for her.

But when Ellen looks at you, she no longer feels an emotional arousal.

So, to her, you're just a stranger that happens to look like her husband.

[Laughing] But why does she think I'm from outer space?

Capgras patients come up with some pretty bizarre ideas.

They think their loved ones have been replaced by twins or clones, robots.

You're a science-fiction author. That's likely why she fixated on aliens.

Yeah, but I climbed into bed with her.

She certainly didn't think I was an alien.

Because the lights were off.

The pathway between Ellen's auditory center and her Amygdala is likely still intact.

So when she only hears your voice, she still gets that warm feeling that tells her it's you.

Well, then, why don't I call her on my phone, and while we're talking, I just walk into the room, and she'll see that it's me?

A therapist may want to try that.

But right now we need to play along with her delusion.

But isn't that just reinforcing the psychotic belief?

Mr. Resnick, if I tell your wife the truth, she's not gonna believe me.

She's gonna believe her own feelings, and they're telling her you are an impostor.

The important thing now is to get her to a hospital, so we can figure out the underlying cause of the disorder.

Ellen: You want to scan my brain?

It's just a precaution.

Do you think the alien did something to me?

I've heard they can implant microchips.

It's not likely, but you should get a scan just in case.

[Sighs]

Dr. Pierce, what's gonna happen to the alien?

The FBI isn't gonna let him just walk out of here, are they?

He might att*ck someone else.

I'll talk to Agent Moretti.

Get the FBI to put him in custody.

The alien is not gonna hurt you anymore.

[Sighs]

[Indistinct conversations]

Dr. Pierce, this is Gerry and Barbara Bruckner.

They're our closest friends.

Anything you can say to me, you can say in front of them.

Ellen suffered a ruptured aneurysm. It was a time b*mb waiting to go off.

I'm guessing it burst in the car accident.

Fortunately, the bleeding stopped on its own, but the blood loss damaged her Occipitotemporal region.

It's probably what caused the Capgras.

So, that's it? You're telling me that my wife will never recognize me again?

Well, there are therapies that show promise.

But in the meantime, if you want to talk to her, it's gonna have to be on the phone.

What am I supposed to say, that I'm being held prisoner on a flying saucer?

I knew I should have taken her to the hospital as soon as the car accident.

I knew. But she said she was okay.

It's not your fault, Preston.

Look, there's no reason to keep her here.

I've convinced her to stay the night. But when she does go home...

You can't be there.

Okay. I guess I'll check into a hotel.

Barbara: I'll call the convention organizers, and I'll tell them you can't make it tomorrow.

Some publisher you are. It's my most important appearance of the year.

No, I think it's better that I go.

Believe me, I could use the distraction.

Dr. Pierce, can we see Ellen?

Is there anything you need? I can run by the house or...

Maybe if you could just find me a nurse?

I'd love some cranberry juice.

Sure. [Chuckles]

[Chuckles nervously]

Gerry. Gerry.

Please be careful. That's not Barbara.

She's an alien, too.

So? [Sighs]

Dr. Pierce...

I don't understand. Gerry and I have known Ellen for years.

So, why does she think I'm an impostor but not my husband?

I'm guessing she doesn't have the same emotional connection to Gerry here as she does to you or Preston.

[Chuckles]

I guess I should be offended.

No, honey, this is good. Ellen trusts you. She needs someone to look out for her.

I mean, obviously, Preston and I can't do it.

[Sighs]

I'll do whatever I can.

I've never met a patient with Capgras before, never mind treated one.

Well, if you're not interested...

I didn't say that.

How's the Couscous, Daniel?

Actually, there are some new behavioral techniques...

First, she buys you a cellphone... then she makes you Couscous with raisins.

You hate raisins.

She doesn't know you very well, does she?

[Silverware thuds]

Would you excuse me a minute?

Is everything all right?

I forgot to wash my hands.

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

Daniel, are trying to avoid me?

What...

[Water runs]

Why are you doing this to me? I can't see you anymore. I'm seeing her.

If you don't want to see me, you know what to do.

I can't be on those meds. They were giving me tremors.

I'll wind up a twitching mess, shuffling across campus like the local madman.

You don't have Tardive Dyskinesia.

You don't know that.

T.D. Is extremely rare in atypical meds.

Maybe the symptoms are all in your head.

I'd know the difference.

Try different meds.

Caroline: Daniel?

[Water stops] [Cellphone ringing]

Uh huh.

You have a phone call.

Lewicki?

[Cellphone beeps]

Hello? What?

Do they know where she went?

All right.

What is it?

Ellen checked herself out of the hospital.

If she goes home and runs into her husband...

How do you turn this off?

Can you give me a lift?

Of course.

Natalie: We'll all go!

No! I mean... now.

We... we got to go now.

[Crickets chirping]

[Knock on door]

Mr. Resnick? Ellen?

[Grunts]

Oh, my God!

Ellen: Don't worry, Dr. Pierce.

It's the alien. It's not my husband!

It almost looks like human blood, doesn't it?

Ellen, why did you do this?

Why did you leave the hospital?

Because Preston was in danger.

We were talking on the phone when I realized that something was wrong.

I need to see you.

Preston: I know, sweetheart, but it's not that simple.

[Ufo-like five-tone scale plays]

That's our doorbell.

It's just the TV.

Are... are... are you at our house?

No! No, of course not!

I'm sorry, Sweetie. I have to go.

Ellen: But I knew what I'd heard.

Preston would never lie to me unless he was being forced to, which meant he was in trouble.

I tried calling the FBI, but Agent Moretti wasn't there, and I couldn't just wait around for her to call me back.

I had to make sure my husband was all right.

So I went home, and I found the alien on the floor.

He was dead.

It looked like someone had sh*t him.

But it didn't make any sense.

What was he doing in my house?

You said that the FBI was going to arrest him!

I started to worry because the police were gonna find me with this body, and they might think that it was Preston!

I had to show them that it wasn't him.

I thought if I could expose its alien organs, then they'd see.

[Sirens wailing]

Dr. Pierce... Dr. Pierce.

My husband is still missing.

You have to find him before the aliens do.

[Police radio chatter]

Daniel, I got here as soon as I could. What's the latest?

The police have this ridiculous theory that... that...

That Ellen sh*t her husband in a fit of rage, left the house to dispose of the g*n, which they haven't found, by the way, and then came back to perform an alien autopsy.

It doesn't make sense. They're railroading her!

Huh.

Dr. Newsome.

Agent Moretti, it's nice to see you again.

You too.

Are you okay?

Uh, the Detective said that I can go.

I need to stay and work with Kate. You're all right to get home?

I'll be just fine.

Why did you invite your therapist to a crime scene?

I thought you weren't seeing her anymore.

I'm not. We were discussing Ellen's case when the call came in, and then she was kind enough to offer a... a ride.

Look, we got to figure out who k*lled Preston Resnick because Chicago P.D. certainly isn't gonna do it.

Okay, well, if Ellen didn't k*ll her husband, then who did?

A writer named A.Z. Weyland.

Another novelist?

Well, it depends on how you define "novelist".

He wrote an "autobiography" about his alleged alien-abduction experiences.

The entire thing is fiction, and Weyland sent that manuscript to every publisher in town.

Okay, what makes you think that Weyland k*lled Preston?

Because last month, he threatened Preston and me at a book launch.

He was ranting and raving about I must have given Preston his manuscript and how Preston ripped him off and used it as the basis for his novel.

That guy put threatening notes on my car and at Preston's house.

I had to get a restraining order.

Did Preston plagiarize the manuscript?

I never gave it to him.

Besides, Preston wouldn't need to steal ideas from a head case like Weyland.

His fans are gonna be so devastated.

He was supposed to read a chapter today at the convention.

So, I guess now I'll have to arrange a memorial instead.

Do you have any idea where we could find Mr. Weyland?

[Indistinct conversations]

It's gonna take forever to find Weyland's booth.

I'm gonna try to find us a map.

Hmm.

Wait.

[Light saber hums]

[Breathes heavily]

[Distorted conversations]

[Laughter]

Hello. And what have we here?

Lewicki? Why the hell are you dressed like that?

I'm Lando Calrissian, administrator of Cloud City, and General in the rebel alliance.

I'm sorry I asked.

You'd better have those Neuro 101 papers graded and on my desk by 10:00 A.M.

You know, this deal is getting worse all the time.

[Latch clicks]

Over P.A.: Your attention, please. Seven of Nine is now signing in Alpha room.

[Indistinct shouting]

[Elevator bell dings]

[Sighs]

Fanboy: Cool costume.

Beg your pardon?

Aren't you supposed to be Doctor Who? The one with the scarf?

This isn't a costume.

Oh, sorry, dude. I'm Gorthar from Tau Ceti V.

I'm coming down with a cold. I better not.

That's okay. Tau Cetians are immune to human viruses.

All right, I know what you're thinking. I don't much look like an alien.

Yeah, I'm really not thinking about it.

See, that's the point exactly... to blend in among humans.

Us Tau Cetians, we're shape shifters.

We can look like any one of you.

If you saw my true form, your brain would probably explode!

Brains only explode in bad science-fiction movies.

You'd know. You're the brain expert, right?

How did you know that?

I know a whole lot about you, Dr. Pierce.

[Elevator bell dings]

Who are you?

Daniel.

Uh...

Are you having an episode?

No, no, no. I just... this... this... this place just overstimulated me a little.

Do you need me to get you out of here?

No. I'm fine.

Really.

Okay.

Well, I know where to find Weyland.

Fangirl: I really can't wait to read this. I love stories about aliens.

This isn't fiction. I lived this.

Next!

Who do I make it out to?

Special Agent Moretti. FBI.

That's Moretti with two "T" 's.

I wondered how long it would take the government to show up.

I need to talk to you about the m*rder of Preston Resnick.

Resnick is dead?

sh*t to death.

I'd like to know where you were last night.

That's none of your business.

You see?! The m*llitary-entertainment complex did everything they could to prevent my story from getting out.

And now the FBI wants to frame me to stop you from learning the truth!

Mr. Weyland...

[Crowd gasping]

FBI! Stop!

Thanks, boys.

[Chuckles]

I'll put in a good word with Lord Vader.

Come with me.

"A heroing account of an ordinary man".

"Tormented by visitors from another world, and the toll it takes on his career and family".

That sounds like a compelling read.

Only this isn't your book.

It's Preston Resnick's.

You think he stole your alien fairy tale, don't you?

Sorry... your "autobiography".

You think I don't know how all this sounds?

The first time they came for me, I thought I was losing my mind.

But then it happened again, and I couldn't deny the reality of what was going on.

You must have been plenty pissed when Preston's novel became a best seller, and you didn't make a dime.

In my line of work, that's what we call a "motive".

I didn't write this to make money.

Why did you write it?

As a public service, to help other abductees.

Where were you last night between 10:00 P.M. and 1:00 A.M.?

You won't believe me even if I tell you.

I'm pretty gullible.

I was tired.

So I went to bed early.

But I wish I had never shut my eyes.

There were three of them.

They didn't talk, but I could hear their thoughts.

They had me in their paralysis beam.

[Screams]

I just wanted it to be over.

Fanboy: I really owe this guy an apology.

I'm the one who probed him.

Trust me, I didn't want to. Ugh.

Would you please just beam up or whatever it is you do?

Come on, dude. Maybe you don't believe Weyland was abducted. But he believes it.

Just look at him.

The slumped shoulders, the drooping head.

Listen to how he's slurring his words.

Well, maybe he had a fifth of Jack Daniel's for lunch.

I thought you were the brilliant brain guy.

Help me out here.

[Knocking on window]

Pardon me.

What?

Weyland didn't do it.

He doesn't have an alibi.

Yeah, he does... the aliens.

Oh, no, Daniel, we're not going down that road again.

Wait, wait, wait. Listen, listen, listen. He's exhausted. He's slurring his words.

So?

I think Weyland has narcolepsy, and half the patients with narcolepsy, also suffer from sleep paralysis.

Now, hear me out.

In a normal rem cycle, the body disconnects from the brain so we don't act out our dreams.

But with sleep paralysis, the brain wakes up in a highly suggestible state.

It's terrifying. People imagine they're being att*cked by strange creatures.

It used to be ghosts and witches, but nowadays, more commonly, it's aliens.

It's also possible that his story is complete bullshit.

No, I don't... from his perspective, his... his nightmares are real.

I'm telling you, when Resnick was m*rder*d, this guy was probably at home immobilized in his bed.

Dalton: Moretti?

What is it?

We ex*cuted a warrant on Weyland's apartment and found this.

Ballistics matched it to the b*ll*ts that they pulled out of Preston Resnick.

I'll call C.P.D. and tell them to cut Ellen Resnick loose.

Nice job, Moretti.

It's a fascinating theory, Daniel, but it looks like we've got our guy.

Ellen's on her way down. She's just signing some papers.

Here's Dr. Newsome's address.

Okay, I'll make sure she gets to her appointment on time.

Don't mention your wife or what happened to Preston.

It'll only upset and confuse her.

[Police radio chatter]

Thank you.

Gerry: Hey.

Hey, Gerry.

Thanks so much for doing this.

Yeah. The car's right out here.

Okay.

Oh, um, Dr. Pierce, the police said that a man named Weyland k*lled the alien.

Why did he do it?

I wish I knew.

If you see Mr. Weyland, thank him for me.

Why would you want to thank him?

Because, Gerry...

Now that alien can't hurt me or my husband ever again.

Caroline: I don't know why you're so upset.

Ellen's out of jail, and she's gonna get the treatment she needs.

I'm upset because an innocent man is going away for m*rder.

You said they found a g*n in the apartment.

The g*n was a plant. The question is, who wanted to frame him?

The publisher.

The publisher.

Uh... uh... Barbara.

Wasn't the victim her best-selling author?

Yes, but she was the one that put us on to Weyland.

Okay, assume for a minute that...

That Barbara did give Weyland's book to Preston, and maybe he did plagiarize it.

Maybe he had... maybe he had a pang of conscience.

He goes to Barbara, says he wants to come clean.

That would expose her, maybe even end her career and his, so she has to silence him!

I don't think this is good for you.

What's not good for me?

These cases.

I don't think you should do them anymore. This one's making you manic.

No, no. Don't you see? It's the opposite! It gives me something to focus on.

It keeps the voices away.

You're hearing voices?

No, no, that's not what I meant, I just...

I just need you to work with me a little.

Daniel, you don't want me to be your shrink.

And I don't want to be your Natalie.

Well, then I guess you're lucky that I'm still here.

Donnie: Here.

You better put this on.

Oh, I don't think so. Mnh-mnh.

Nothing gets past my grandmother.

She's going to notice if you're not wearing it.

Nobody makes a better hot dog than Wiener Heaven.

[Chuckles] You sure you should be eating this stuff, though, grandma?

[Scoffs]

My doctor used to tell me to watch my Cholesterol.

But then he d*ed.

[Laughter]

Isn't this fun?

[Chuckles]

Oh. It's getting a little chilly.

Would you run inside and fetch my blanket?

Sure, grandma. [Laughs]

You're getting divorced, aren't you?

Uh, is it that obvious?

Well, you don't look at him the same way anymore.

Oh.

Well, um...

He really hurt me.

And I am so sorry about that.

The Ryan men, they can be selfish and shortsighted.

Did you know that Donnie was all set to drop out of high school?

Yeah, he wanted to fix hot rods or some such thing.

Oh, I read him the riot act.

He stayed in school.

And look at him now... Mr. Big sh*t U.S. Attorney.

Right.

I wouldn't make it easy on him.

But if you still want him, he can change.

[Indistinct conversations]

It's hard to say anything about Preston Resnick and not sound pretentious.

So I'll just tell you that his books meant as much to me as my own religion.

Preston was already a writer of epic proportions by the time I...

Surprised to see you back here.

Yeah, well, I'm kind of surprised to be here myself.

Grasping at straws, huh?

Interstellar Union of planets...

Looks like you're not the only unexpected guest.

[Crying]

What's Ellen doing here?

Whoa. If she thinks her husband's alive, then why the waterworks?

Doesn't add up, dude.

Leia: Enlarge our horizons by giving us a better understanding of ourselves.

[Indistinct conversations]

Ellen? I have nothing to say to you.

What's the matter?

No. You are no better than the FBI.

I know you're part of this cover-up.

What cover up?

Stay away from me!

Did either one of you speak to Ellen?

Gerry tried, and she freaked out.

Why?

Oh, because she thinks Gerry's an alien now, too.

She's getting worse, Dr. Pierce. You have to help her.

[Siren wails]

Hey, Rich.

Caroline.

I just wanted to check in about a patient that I referred last year... Daniel Pierce.

I was just curious how he was doing on his drug regimen.

Come on, Caroline, really?

You know I can't say anything without permission from the patient.

I know.

It's just that I have a schizophrenic case that I'd like to put on the same meds and, I was just wondering how Pierce was coping.

To tell you the truth, I have no idea.

He hasn't shown up for his last three or four sessions.

Daniel: Ellen doesn't trust me anymore, and she's shedding tears for a husband she thinks is still alive.

Why? Why is she suddenly in mourning?

You're not asking the right question.

Which is? Why does Ellen think Gerry's an alien when yesterday he was just Gerry?

Come on, Daniel. What do you know about Capgras Delusion?

Who does Ellen see as an alien?

Someone she has an emotional connection to, Barbara or her husband.

And now Gerry.

But she's known Gerry for years.

How did she develop feelings for him overnight?

She fell in love with him.

What could Gerry have possibly said or done in the last 24 hours, that made Ellen love him?

I love you, Natalie Vincent!

We have to talk.

I can't. I got... I got to find Kate.

I just figured out who k*lled Preston Resnick.

You and your wife have known the Resnick's for a long time, haven't you, Mr. Bruckner?

Maybe 15 years?

Ah. I, uh... here.

I got these off Facebook.

It seems like you've all spent a lot of time together, haven't you?

Looks like you took trips... Bali, Venice.

Yeah, we're good friends.

But you didn't bring me over here to look at old vacation photos.

Mr. Bruckner, when you heard Ellen's diagnosis, you said you were "offended".

That she didn't see you as an alien. What did you mean by that?

Ahem, just a... it was a bad joke.

Are you sure?

Because it seemed to me you were a little upset that she didn't have the same, feelings for you as she did for her husband, or even your wife.

You know, maybe she was closer to my wife than she was to me, but so what?

Well, that must have stung, at least a little bit.

Well, maybe a little.

You've been renting a lot of cars lately.

Six in the last two months.

So?

It says here that you rented a Hyundai Sonata...

From Glenview Rentals on August 30th.

The same day Ellen drove off the road after she was distracted by a Hyundai.

Oh, come on. There's got to be a million of those cars on the road.

I mean, what are you saying?

I'm hoping you can tell us why someone who owns two luxury German sedans would bother paying for run-of-the-mill rentals in his own town.

You were stalking Ellen Resnick.

You couldn't follow her in your own car. She'd recognize you.

And one day, you followed her too closely, and she got spooked, and she hit a telephone pole.

Um, I am not saying anything else until I talk to my lawyer.

A woman who you obviously cared about, suffered a debilitating brain injury all because of you.

Doesn't that make you feel the slightest bit guilty?

Wait Kate, that's not fair, I mean, Gerry couldn't have known about Ellen's aneurysm. That wasn't your fault, right?

It wasn't.

No. It was her husband's, really.

If he'd only taken her to the hospital.

They'd have given her a C.T. scan.

The doctors might have been able to stop the bleed in time.

How could a husband neglect his wife like that?

She deserved someone who would take care of her.

But first you had to get Preston out of the way.

What? No. What...

No, no, no, that's not, you didn't mean to hurt Preston, did you?

No! I just wanted him to go away!

I went over there to tell him there was no point in them being married.

I mean, they couldn't be together anymore, now that she thought he was an alien.

And Preston just wouldn't listen! He... he told me he thought I was crazy.

And that's when I realized that there was no way he was ever gonna leave Ellen.

There was only one way to make sure that he never saw her again.

But you needed to pin the crime on someone.

You knew that Weyland had threatened both Preston and your wife.

No one would question that Weyland was the k*ller.

So you planted the g*n in his apartment.

Yeah, but then at the convention, Ellen thought you were an alien, too.

It didn't make sense until I remembered what she said at the police station.

Well, if you see Mr. Weyland, thank him for me.

She was expressing gratitude to the wrong person.

So you had to set the record straight.

That nut job did not help her. I did! I told her the truth!

You k*lled the alien?

I did.

Why?

I did it to protect you, Ellen.

Look, I don't know if you want to hear this, but I have loved you for so long.

Gerry, I'm married.

I know. I know. But Preston's not coming home.

Wait. What are... what are you saying?

Look, the FBI and Dr. Pierce didn't want me to tell you, but you deserve the truth, Ellen.

What truth?

Preston's dead, Ellen.

I'm sorry.

No.

And she cried for hours.

I understand why Ellen would be grateful to you for k*lling the impostor.

But she felt more than that, didn't she?

How did you make her love you, Gerry?

I went to check on her.

She invited me in.

And, uh...

It just happened.

It was the most wonderful moment of my life.

She was grieving, and she reached out to you.

But it didn't last long, did it?

No.

What happened, Gerry?

[Chuckles]

The sun came up.

[Screams]

What have you done with Gerry?! Where's Gerry?!

It's... it's me!

No, no, no, no!

You're one of them! Get out!

I just wanted her to love me.

And for one night, she did.

Human emotions are such a mystery, aren't they?

Affirmative, Captain.

It's been fun.

Next time I'm on your planet, I'll look you up.

[Chuckles]

It's rare that my hallucinations are more delusional than I am.

[Scoffs]

Oh, come on, you know you're not really from another planet.

That's what you're supposed to think.

[Beep]

[Sighs]

Forgot to give that back to you.

Keep it.

Donnie, I'm not keeping it.

I gave it to you. It's yours.

Sell it if you don't want it.

Hang on.

Your papers.

As promised.

Thanks.

I guess that's that.

Kate. Kate.

I screwed this up.

I cheated, and I lied.

And I'm still not being honest with you.

I told you that I was transferred back here, but the truth is...

I asked for this transfer.

Because I missed you.

File those if you want.

But I'm hoping you won't.

[Sighs]

Oh, hey. Hey. I've been...

Trying to call you.

I know. I thought it was better that we talk in person.

Well look, before you say anything, there's something I need to say to you I uh...

I haven't been completely honest with you.

I am off my meds. I should have told you sooner. I'm sorry.

Daniel, I already knew.

You did?

I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I heard you in your office talking to Natalie.

Oh, that... that doesn't mean...

I heard you say that you loved her.

You don't understand.

I have a completely different relationship with her than I have with you.

Daniel, please. Do you hear yourself?

It was wrong of me to go off my meds and not tell you. I'm sorry.

No. This whole thing is my fault. You came to me as a patient.

But when you told me that you saw me once 25 years ago and that you'd fallen in love with me at first sight, I guess I was taken by how romantic that sounded.

And then you went on your meds, and you started getting better, and I was so attracted to you.

But I guess I was the one that was delusional to convince myself...

That there was a world in which this relationship could be healthy for either of us.

But it was a mistake.

Caroline, please.

Daniel, I can't see you anymore.

I'm sorry.

Natalie: Go after her. Tell her that you'll get help.

Tell her that you'll go back on your meds.

Tell her that she means more to you than I do.

No.

I can't lie to her anymore.

Daniel: Why do we bother with relationships?

Neuropsychiatrists say that we're hardwired to crave intimate connections.

We long for love.

Of course, the reality is it usually it ends in heartache.

Leaving our delicate psyches bruised if not completely shattered.

Why do we even bother playing those odds?

I guess because we only have to get it right once.

And when it's right, we know it.

Even the memory of a fulfilling relationship can sustain us.

And remind us that, although we may be feeling down at this particular moment... We're never truly alone.