questions.
Gets under people's skin,
poisons their lives.
Are you getting this?
Why aren't you writing?
So, the Inspector.
He's decided that he's
God's incarnation on Earth.
And he can decide what's
right or wrong, even though
this decision has no consequences for
him, he's just doing what he's told.
He doesn't care about anything.
Happy birthday.
Inspector.
To us, it is something like...
a second Christmas.
"So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
"Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon...
"be still as bright."
"For the sword outwears its sheath,
"And the soul wears out the breast,
"And the heart must pause to breathe,
"And love itself must rest.
"Though the night was made for loving,
"And the day returns too soon,
"Yet we'll go no more a-roving
"By the light of the moon."
By the light!
By the light!
Yes. It does look like him.
Just a coincidence.
-Sure, it could be a coincidence.
Especially if you consider the
fact that he hasn't changed a bit.
In the fifteen years since
his disappearence. Or...
his death. If you prefer.
I don't prefer anything.
At first I thought, Captain, that
due to some pang of conscience
you joined Absolom, destroyed your
crew, and returned to Earth with him.
I thought the purpose of your
report was to cover your tracks.
Everything I said is true. -Yes?
No, Captain. You didn't
tell me everything.
There is another hypothesis.
If one recalls that during your
expedition you encountered...
a certain phenomenon.
That is, they, the planet's
inhabitants, can take...
the form of men.
One can't help but think...
Absalom.
You're dead.
I'm not Absalom.
I took his face. His appearence.
They're all dead.
They were all killed.
All of them.
We must let go of our hatred, Captain.
You can only see our misdeeds,
we can only see yours.
The best time for judgement
is when you judge yourself.
Only one thing matters now.
You must keep the promise
you gave Absalom.
We don't want any more victims.
So you must return to Earth
and do anything you can
to make sure no man
ever arrives here again.
Get up, Captain.
Who are you?
I am... a reminder,
that will be with you always.
A living reminder of Absalom.
Whom you killed.
I can help you in your task.
Forgive me, Brother.
Brother...
Oh God!
You snuck
this false Absolom, this
false man, on to Earth.
There's no telling what will be the
consequences of his presence among men,
no guarantee
that it won't spell
catastrophe for Earth.
He doesn't belong here! He doesn't belong!
And I will stop at nothing,
I will do everything within my power
to rid humanity of him.
Suppose.
Suppose everything
you said is true.
But... first of all,
it's been fifteen years.
There have been no catastrophes,
not until your arrival.
Second...
If this last survivor,
or one of the last,
of an alien civilization exists,
Should we not treat him like our son?
Should we not help him?
Rather than beat him and corner him,
forcing him to resist?
And bringing suffering to the cosmos?
I'm not in the business of
adopting alien civilizations.
I serve my country.
The travel ban remains in effect?
What's going to happen to that planet?
I feel sorry for you, Captain.
You scared me half to death.
David sent this for you.
The celebration's starting.
Do you know this man?
This man?
No. I don't.
Maria.
You forgot to turn
off the light. -Maria.
Yes? -You didn't...
hear anything?
No, nothing. -There was a knock
on the door. -I didn't hear anything.
No. Must be the wind.
Yes. Must be the wind.
Who's there?
Who are you?
What do you want?
Who are you?!
Lead us, me, not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
It's our son.
O Lord, forgive the sins I
have committed by deed,
word or thought.
What's out there?
-Nothing.
But you were talking to someone.
Someone was out there.
It was a boy.
What happened? -Nothing.
He wouldn't answer me.
I can feel it. -Maria...
Sleep.