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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 sh*t.

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.

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