K-Pax

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A dollar for a homeless vet.|Come on, little man.

Come on, little man.|I fought the war|with your daddy.

Y'all ain't paid me|for this leg yet.|Thank you, sugar.

Jackie Chan!|Jackie Chan!

Shanghai Noon.

I take traveler's checks.|Arigato to you too.|Thank you, sugar.

Here you go.|Thanks.

You kids!

Here.|Hold it right there!

- What happened?|- Step away from her.

Oh, man,|he ain't done nothing.

Those kids.|Who took your bag?|This man?

No, it was a couple of punks.|They came and they just ran off.

Four-eight, this is Romano.|Robbery and assault victim...

with facial wound|at East 42nd entrance.

Sir, I'd like you|to just stand right there.

Certainly.|Are you traveling somewhere?

I have arrived.|My travels are over|for the time being.

Where's your luggage?

I don't require luggage.|Do you have a ticket?

Train ticket?|Ticket stub?

I didn't arrive by train.

Would you remove your sunglasses|for me, please?

Oh, I'd rather not.|I'd forgotten,|but I mean, wow,

Your planet|is really bright.

I see.|East 42, we have an E.D.P.

I have to ask you|to come with us, sir.

Of course.

Freddy!

Did you see this fella|come out of a gate?

He didn't come from no gate.|Brother came from nowhere.

You know what I'm saying?

Yeah, Freddy,|I know what you're saying.

I don't wanna go outside,|because there's things|that can kill you--

Thank you.

If you breathe|all those chemicals out there,

not to mention the cosmic rays|and the West Nile virus,

and that other one--|the new airborne pigeon disease|nobody wants to talk about.

The new pigeon disease.|I've heard of that.

Another thing that's been|bothering me is the food.

The cafeteria serves|lukewarm food,|full of germs.

You really need to do something|about that, Dr. Powel l.

Heat is the only thing|that kills germs. Heat.

Point taken.|We'll look into that|right away.

In the meantime,|I want you to start taking|Your medication again.

It'll help you sleep.|And you need the sleep, Ernie.

Sleep is good.

Is our time up?

Only for today, Ernie.

Two calls:
|Your wife, bring home|a bottle of wine.

Yeah.|And Dr. Chakraborty.

A transfer from Bellevue|he wants you to take a look at.

Great. Who is it this time?|Jesus Christ or Joan of Arc?

Dr. Chakraborty didn't say.

He arrived at Bellevue|a month ago,

suspicion of|hallucinogenic intoxication.

But, uh, he was found|negative for substances|of any kind.

His EKG, his blood value|are all normal.

There's no sign of concussion,|no brain tumor,

no temporal lobe, epilepsy,|no indication of organic|abnormality whatsoever.

However, after one month,

his amnesia and his delusion|have persisted.

He claims to be not human.

A visitor|from another planet.

They administered Thorazine|on this guy for three weeks...

at 300 milligrams a day,|and he was unresponsive?

How can you be unresponsive|to 300 milligrams of Thorazine?|It's impossible.

That's why|they sent him to you.

Terrific.

No I.D.,|no missing persons report|matching his description.

What's this?

He had it on him.

Well, let's hope|extraterrestrials|qualify for Medicaid.

He's here, Doctor.

Thank you, Joyce.

Medical record 2-8-7.|Calls himself Prot.

This one's as gentle|as a pussycat, Doc.

Come in.|Have a seat.

"Have a seat."|Curious expression.

Well, let me introduce|myself. I'm--

Dr. Mark Powell,|Chief of Clinical Psychiatry...

of the Manhattan|Psychiatric Institute.

Good. You know|where you are.

Well, now, uh...|Prot, is it?

"Prote."|I see, "Prote."

Well, Prot,|we're here to--|May I?

Please.

Red delicious.|You call this variety.

It's my favorite.

I'd like to begin|by asking you...

if you know|why you're here.

Of course.|You think I'm crazy.

We prefer the term "ill.''|Do you think you are ill?

A little homesick, perhaps.

Really.|Where is home?

K-PAX.

K-PAX?

Capital "K,'' hyphen,|capitals "P-A-X.''

K-PAX is a planet.

But don't worry,|I'm not going to|leap out of your chest.

I'm not worried.

Its just that I'm only|familiar with nine planets.

Well, actually, there are ten,|but that doesn't matter.

I'm not from|Your solar system.

K-PAX is about 1 ,000|of your light-years|away from here...

in what you would call|Your constellation Lyra.

That's quite a ways.

I'm curious.|How did you get to Earth?

It's a matter of harnessing|the energy of light.

I know that sounds|crazy to you.

You beings are eons away|from discovering light travel.

You travel|at the speed of light?

Oh, no. We can travel|many times that speed.|Various multiples of "C.''

Otherwise, the trip here|would have taken about|1 ,000 years now, wouldn't it?

What if, um,|I were to tell you...

that according to a man|who lived on our planet|named Einstein,

that nothing can travel|faster than the speed|of light?

I would say that you misread|Einstein, Dr. Powell.|May I call you Mark?

You see, Mark,|what Einstein actually said...

was that nothing can accelerate|to the speed of light,

because its mass|would become infinite.

Einstein said nothing about|entities already traveling|at the speed of light or faster,

- at tachyon speeds.|- Tachyon?

I detect a note|of skepticism, Dr. Powell.

Oh, not at all.|It's just that you--

You speak English|so well.

I'm amazed.|Well, English isn't that|difficult a language to learn.

You should try speaking--

I'm--|I'm confused.

Maybe you can explain|it to me. Uh...

how is it that|being a visitor from space,

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