K-Pax Page #7

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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.

Sh*t!

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 b*tch.

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.

B*tch!

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...

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