Teacup

Did you see the look Maggie gave me?

Maggie didn't give you a look. She knows what happened.

She doesn't know who it happened with.

Well, it's only a matter of time.

Horses seem better, so I'm... I'm going.

- You should take Ruben with you. - Maggie, I don't know.

You're saying you don't wanna go with the husband

of the woman that you've been fucking?

- You must be Maggie. - This is lt. Olsen.

A big part of my job was to locate

and isolate Carmen navarro.

He's not who he says he is. And all of this,

whatever it's for, it's not fucking good.

- Edward! - Anybody here?

Carmen! Brian!

My god.

Hello?

Hello?

Jesus...

A conundrum. That's what this is.

Cause I don't know if you're here to help me or finish the job, you know?

I'm gonna need you to give me one really good reason

why I shouldn't finish this cigarette and shoot you in the fucking head.

You've come to finish me off?

I'm gonna be the one who fucking finishes you.

I swear to you, I just came here for help.

I told you. Another man in a mask

- mcnab. - Yeah. He...

He was at our house. We live nearby.

Why don't you stop fucking lying?!

I am not lying! I swear to god I'm not lying!

I am not lying! I'm telling you, my son is sick.

He is really, really sick!

That's the bullshit part. Why come here?

- Because... - Why not go to a fucking hospital?

Please.

Please, please, please... Please.

Fuck!

Okay.

I'm telling you, we tried to get into town, but...

This part is gonna sound like bullshit, I know,

but there's this paint, okay?

This blue line of paint on the ground

marking this, I don't know what you call it,

this kind of... This kind of force field.

If you cross the line, you die!

Listen to you.

Acting like you're telling the truth,

like I don't know what lies sound like.

- I don't know what you're talking about. - Keep playing dumb,

- I'm gonna put a bullet in your stomach. - I am not lying!

Not about my son, not about the line, and not about the goddamn force field!

Stop fucking saying "force field"!

If you'd really met mcnab,

you'd know that's not what it is.

Okay, fine. What the hell is it then?

I'm telling you, it's a trap.

A cage.

An invisible, goddamn death trap cage.

How it works is miles above my pay grade.

And besides, the "how" of it doesn't matter.

What matters is it's real,

it's bad, and you can't fucking see it!

Take it down a notch.

Hey, new guy. Travis.

What the hell you doin'?

Sorry. I'm... just... Jesus.

You don't even know the trap's there until it's too late.

You think you're going for a walk,

and then, bam! Just like that...

You're dead.

I mean, they make it that way so nobody'll know the trap's there.

Think they're so fucking clever.

But I know it's there.

- Suddenly... - Wait... Who's "they" again?

Visitors.

That's right. That's right.

I would've called them little green men,

but you call 'em visitors.

And any one of us in here could be...

One of these visitors.

Even you. Right?

I could be.

Yes.

Word to the wise.

Don't let mcnab follow you into the bathroom

unless you wanna get probed.

Yeah, that's funny.

But do me a favor.

Try laughing at this.

- Jesus. - Yeah... That's what I thought.

All I did was brush up against the edge of the trap.

- Barely touched it. - No one needs to see that.

This is real.

This is happening!

And not someday.

It's happening now.

They are here.

And they walk among us!

That's it! You're done. I told ya.

Give me your keys.

Now. Come on.

How am I supposed to get home?

Not my problem, mcnab.

Taking my keys, big al, makes it your problem.

What about him?

Fine. New guy? Here.

Catch.

That scar.

What about it?

What really happened?

I said what really happened.

And you've got no idea how this invisible death trap thing works?

Doesn't mean it's not real.

Yeah, but it has to have something, right?

Some kind of energy or power source.

There's a source.

It's like nothing you've ever seen.

It's... it's iridescent, and it's alive.

Get near it, and it calls out to you

like a... like a siren song.

Like a what?

Like a bug light.

It lures you in.

Mesmerizes you.

Closer and closer...

Until, zap!

Give me a reason why I'd lie.

Most people don't need a reason.

Let you in on a little secret?

I'm not most people.

Hey...

For fuck's sake.

You okay in there?

I'm coming in.

What the fuck?

Whoa! Whoa, I was just...

I-I was just checking on you.

Just don't.

I don't care.

Don't care if anybody...

Thinks I'm full of shit, either.

A liar.

Off my rocker.

But you.

I see it in your eyes, Travis.

You see what?

You're asking yourself

"what if this crazy, old bastard's actually telling the truth?"

I am not some kind of alien in disguise.

Which is exactly

what an alien in disguise would say.

Just shut up and don't fucking move.

How then? Hey.

How do I prove I'm not one of these visitors?

That's the whole thing.

You can't.

Mcnab would have told you that.

Well, he wasn't exactly talking to me.

He just pointed a gun at us and wrote down on this whiteboard thing, so.

Listen... I-I don't know what happened

or what's happening here, but hey,

I do know you need help. You do.

My wife, she's a doctor. We have medicine. She can help

thought you needed help for your son.

Now your wife's a fuckin' doctor?

Can't keep your goddamn story straight.

Not that kind of doctor. She's a veterinarian.

Just fuckin' stop. Doctor. Veterinarian.

Sick kid. No idea what happened here.

Or you're not lying and you do need help.

Fucking conundrum.

All I ever wanted was a little control.

Control over my life, over what happens to me.

Idiot I am.

I fell for it.

You're smart, on the ball.

You know what I'm talking about.

Guys on TV, the Internet,

going on about flying saucer, ufos,

alien autopsies.

All bullshit.

And all based on something you can see.

Guy in a rubber suit type stuff.

What I'm saying, is no... body.

No nothing.

No there there.

Travis! If I... Think... non-corporeal entities.

No ufos?

Who needs a spaceship when you don't have a body?

Yeah, but meteors?

Thousands of meteors smack into earth every single year.

A visitor just hitches a ride,

and nobody blinks an eye.

Think about it.

And they steal our bodies?

I didn't say "steal."

I said "inhabit."

Control.

Hey, listen.