K-Pax Page #4

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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.

- Sh*t!|- 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.

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