K-Pax Page #3

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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.

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