[beeping]
SHIP COMPUTER: Planet crust-- 59.6% silica.
Again with the silica. It's always silica.
SHIP COMPUTER: Scan complete. Minimal resources detected.
Planet has low potential.
Looks like my decision's made for me.
Navigation, set course for home.
[creature squeals]
ROGER: What the?
[dramatic music plays]
- [roars] - Aah!
♪
[laughs] Aah!
[screaming]
[screeches]
Aah!
[glass shatters]
♪
[screaming]
♪
[coughs]
SHIP COMPUTER: Fuel core not found.
Switching to reserve power.
Reserve power sufficient for orbital launch.
That's good news.
SHIP COMPUTER: Reserve power depleted
by orbital launch calculations.
[ship powers down]
That's bad design.
[sighs]
I gotta find that fuel core.
[coyotes howling]
♪
[vehicle approaches]
Can't let the inhabitants see me.
- [wind whistles] - Shit.
Salutations, fellow traveler.
Well, you don't look like you're from around here.
You must be a hobo!
A poor hobo wandering the desert like an Israelite.
I'm Freddy Underwood, Bible salesman and good Samaritan.
And you're coming with me.
- I don't want to. - I insist.
So you're taking me prisoner?
FREDDY UNDERWOOD: I'm taking you for a hot meal.
So you're gonna eat me, then?
[laughs] I don't eat hobos!
Not since the Great Depression.
[laughs]
[whistling]
BROADCASTER: As reports come in of a large crash
somewhere in the desert of what some are saying was
an unidentified flying object.
I'm not much for news unless it's the good news.
Used to be a preacher. Preached the good book.
Then something happened. Now I sell the good book!
Don't believe in it anymore because of what happened.
And here we are!
Grandma Macadoo's boarding house.
You're gonna like her.
- She's a warm, earthy woman... - [door opens]
FREDDY UNDERWOOD: ...but saltier than Lot's wife!
I got a hungry one for you, young Miss Macadoo.
Little guy with long arms, huh?
I dropped a dirty sex book
on the far side of my claw-foot tub.
If you can reach it, I'll give ya a big plate of chipped beef.
Ah, he's runnin' away.
Grandma, this jackrabbit's head's all mushy!
Ew. Gross!
Can I make his head all mushy?
[dramatic music plays]
[sniffing]
[sniffs, screeches]
[sniffs]
[growls]
♪
[old-timey music plays]
Oh good, I'm up!
♪
Rip Van Winkle rises!
I need to go.
Suit yourself.
[stomach growls]
Ha ha! Someone smells that chipped beef.
Chipped beef again?
What did think you were getting, Luis?
A salad?!
[Southern accent] None for me, please.
Watching my figure.
Screen stars have to stay trim.
I'm Roslyn Jenkins, not that you know the name yet. [chuckles]
I'm in New Mexico for a brief respite.
Then I'm off to be a young ingenue for
Metro Goldwyn and Mayer.
You've been here nine years.
You're 60, right?
I'm not 60!
It's this damn dry air.
Uncle Cosworth, you joining us?
Soon as I get this old girl loaded.
Uncle Cosworth is one of the last living Civil War veterans.
He liked shooting so much, he fought for both sides.
Clifton! Put your little club down and eat something.
♪
You know, I heard on the radio that some people think
they saw a Martian spaceship last night.
Ya listen to my radio, ya pay me a nickel!
I'll tell you something. As a crop duster--
I'm a crop duster. I spend a lot of time in the air.
And I've seen my fair share of things in the sky
that I cannot explain.
Once I saw what appeared to be a black bird,
but it had the body of a mouse.
And it was nighttime!
Sounds like a bat to me, friend.
A what?!
[chuckles]
I also fought in the Spanish-American War
in 1898.
Tremendous war.
I don't know what it was about,
but I'm sure we were the good guys.
Luis, you don't know when that airplane
is gonna drop like a stone.
You need to be at peace with the big bearded man
in the clouds.
You need a Bible.
But you don't believe in the Bible.
Some big bearded man in the clouds?
I'm not an idiot!
But you can't afford to take chances.
And I'd believe the Bible if I could, trust that, but I can't.
I'm locked out of the gates
because of all of those hobos I ate.
[laughing]
And if you make new chipped beef inside the old chipped beef,
you never have to wash the pot!
But do I make my debut in comedy or tragedy?
I mean, I can do both equal--
Clifton! It's dead already!
GRANDMA MACADOO: All done?
I suppose that means you'll be hitting the road?
[vehicle approaches]
[suspenseful music plays]
♪
[pound on door]
Evening, madam. I'm with the OSS.
Wait, sorry, the CIA.
They just changed the name on us.
I'm Agent Avery Bullock.
Wait, sorry, Avery Bullock Senior.
I just had a son, and he changed my name on me.
Hello, citizens!
I'm sure you've all heard about a crash
that happened last night,
and maybe you've even heard it was a UFO.
[laughs] A UFO? Can you imagine?
Do you want to know what it really was?
A weather balloon.
A common, everyday, you've-seen-it-a-thousand-times
weather balloon.
What is a weather balloon?
It's a type of balloon.
If it was just a balloon, why is the OSS here?
"Why is the CIA here?"
What's that thing you're carrying?
It's a tool for capturing weather balloons.
Now that I've answered all your questions flawlessly,
I have a question.
Have you seen any suspicious characters around?
Suspicious how?
Just suspicious. Not an alien or anything,
but maybe gray or green skin, maybe tentacles.
Assistance in finding someone like that
would be greatly appreciated.
And any resistance would be greatly unappreciated.
Mister, I know for a fact that every one of us
has seen a suspicious character...
...in the mirror!
[laughter]
Well, I'll leave you to your joyless laughter.
Is it only six of you for dinner?
You better believe it!
Then why are there seven plates?
[gasps]
[whimpers]
BULLOCK: Do I hear the frightened whimpering
of a nasty little weather balloon in there?
[door creaks]
[suspenseful music plays]
[door creaks]
♪
[light switch clicks]
Well, this didn't work.
I beg your pardon, madam.
Wait, you think I'm a woman? But I look ridiculous.
I've seen more fetching women, sure,
but you're no more homely than your very homely twin sister
I saw out in the dining room.
Because I look just like Grandma Macadoo.
Get out of my way! Chipped beef, chipped beef!
- [all gasp] - What in the twinly name
of Jacob and Esau!
I'm back from the bathroom, everybody, me,
Grandma Macadoo's sister.
Grandma Macadoo?
Why did you all say there were only six of you here?
Oh, no!
They couldn't hear you over the sound of your stomach
smelling the chipped beef!
I'll get you a bowl.
The secret to chipped beef is the creaminess,
and the secret to my creaminess is horse milk.
Sure, horse milk tastes like grass and smells like a horse,
and cow milk is way better in every way imaginable,
but I don't have a cow and I do have a horse.
[tires squeal]
Or I did, before I chipped it up and beefed it.
It's like I'm looking in a mirror.
Hobo? That's you, right?
- Somehow? - [all gasp]
One of the greatest acting performances I've ever seen!
You simply became Grandma Macadoo.
What makes my disguise so effective on humans?
Well, it's time I came clean about what I am--
- a big ol' alien. - Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Stop talking! - No, no, no, not our business!
Let me explain something to you, magical hobo.
We all came to the middle of nowhere for a reason.
We don't talk about the past
or who poisoned what daddy where
or why the well water went smelly.
And don't ask me about stealing my airplane,
which doomed my squadron.
I'm always joking about what I did,
but it really actually truly happened.
I did it! I ate 'em!
Can you, uh, do me like you did Granny?
I used to preach the good book. Now I sell it!
- [all gasp] - Do me!
I'm a fresh young thing,
and my gorgeous little face looks like a river map.
I want to become a star by sitting here in the corner!
Hey!
It was brother against brother, which was tough
because I didn't have a brother, so I had to shoot my sister!
[gunshot]
[laughs]
I like to fart a big load of dust onto some crops,
then go to town and pay a man and a lady
to watch me have sex with my plane.
Boy, this magical hobo was listening to everything I said!
Can you become anyone else?
I don't know anyone else.
What if we went into town, met some other people?
It's the Green Chile Festival!
I should get going, actually.
I have to find my spaceship's fuel core.
- La, la, la, la, la, la, la! - Try this.
Trust me.
[swallows]
Phew.
Town. Chiles. Now.
[up-tempo music plays]
[engine starts]
♪
♪ In a town in Sweden by a stream so clear and cool♪
♪ Some boys were sitting, fishing♪
♪ When they should have been in school♪
♪ They couldn't read or write a word♪
♪ But happiness they found ♪
♪ In a little song they heard ♪
♪ Here's how it would sound ♪
♪ Hut-sut rawlson on the rillerah♪
♪ And a brawla, brawla sooit ♪
♪ Hut-sut rawlson on the rillerah♪
♪ And a brawla sooit ♪
What's that?
Tent revival?
Is there something in there I can put inside me
or put myself inside or maybe, I don't know, rub on myself?
PREACHER: I was there, in the field, a man of clay,
my heart and mind still mired in the frantic decadence
and sin of this modern life.
"Green chili this," and "peepshow that,"
when out of the sky it fell.
[all gasp]
It exploded into the ground,
and I went to it.
My mind was made clear!
My heart became full with the Lord!
My hair became very easy to comb!
My teeth fell out and landed on the ground
with a pretty little pitter-pat!
And a voice whispered, and I knew, I understood
that it was a sacred piece of Heaven's wall!
I must touch it!
[gunshot]
[all gasp]
Only I may touch the relic!
MAN: Praise be!
Now, we have all heard tell of an alien in our midst,
but I say to you this--
it is not an alien that has come to us
- but an angel! - MAN: Hallelujah!
WOMAN: Amen!
[suspenseful music plays]
♪
Oh!
Lord, thank you for this sacred chunk.
Let no man sunder me from my godly chunk.
Ta-da! Whoa, whoa, whoa!
It's me! It's me! The angel! I'm here for that!
[hisses] You don't look like an angel!
Where are your wings?!
I tuck 'em into my robes when I'm not flying.
- Where's your halo? - Also tucked.
Most of these things are for flying only,
and it's immediate tuck-time on landing.
MAN: Looks like she's wearing a piece of the tent!
- Can we see you fly? - I'd rather not.
Maybe I'll just shoot you, to be safe.
I saw him fly!
[all gasp]
It was the most beautiful thing I ever saw.
It brought tears to these Southern eyes.
And as I looked upon that flying angel,
I said to myself, "Be strong, Roslyn!
Because whether it was poison or not, Daddy is gone,
and if you just sit on your tuffet,
you'll never get to brush your hair at the pink vanity
- of Hollywoodland." - All right, that's plenty.
- Huh? - I'm the angel,
is the main takeaway,
and I'm here for that piece of our beautiful wall.
There's a big hole near the gate,
and s-sinners are wiggling through.
Saint Peter's Gate?
Yep.
It is an angel!
I saw him fly, too!
I think I saw him eat a big cheeseburger across the street!
[all shouting]
[cheers and applause]
Well, I guess I should be going,
but God thanks you for your assistance!
WOMAN: Will we get into Heaven for this?
Boy, you guys sure are excited about Heaven.
What's it like?
- It's nice. - ALL: Ooh!
It's very nice.
ALL: Ooh!
Yeah, there's, like, the wall and-- and the gate, obviously.
I already mentioned those.
- WOMAN: What's inside the wall? - Oh, it's got everything.
There's a-a tent just like this,
and, um... oh, they've got green chilies.
As above, so below!
Who wants a kiss from a real angel?
Form a line!
Kiss line canceled! Everyone, link arms
and form a Heaven's wall here on Earth with your bodies!
You should see a doctor,
tell him God said "Radiation poisoning."
Aah!
Looks like someone was hoping to get back to Heaven,
but I'm afraid I'm going to have to take you someplace...
South of that.
[dramatic music plays]
You're a clever one, gray man.
But I'm a clever gray man, too.
I realized you were no angel.
Because I didn't have the wings.
Ha! I didn't know for sure until you just confirmed it.
And now I'm taking you to a new secret facility in Nevada.
It's called Area 51-- state-of-the-art.
Makes Area 50 look like Area 49.
- Will I like it there? - Oh, you'll love it!
Unless you don't like being dissected alive,
in which case, you'll hate it.
What's that? A weather balloon?
No, it's a friend.
♪
I can't see anything with all this safe
and harmless crop dust!
- What the?! - [glass shatters]
♪
Great plan, gang.
I mean, I almost died, but good plan.
Good not great. Now, where's our getaway car?
Okay, this plan sucks, gang.
[gasps]
This is all the getaway we need.
I'm going to get you alien scum.
Where is it?! I know it's one of you!
We'll never tell!
And you can't take all of us!
I'm taking all of you.
A-kazza-kazza-whaaa?
I don't know which one of you is the alien.
I mean, I feel pretty confident it's one of the twins,
but I'm taking you all to Area 51 anyway.
Uncle Cosworth, do something!
One Bull Run Special coming up!
Okay that's not happening.
I can't let you take them.
It's me. I'm the one you want.
Don't say anything mean about my body.
- [all cheer] - Hallelujah!
I cracked that man! I daddied him!
Clifton, I can't believe
you were hiding behind that cactus the whole time,
especially since you're also standing right there.
[screams]
[all scream]
UNCLE COSWORTH: Sweet mother of pearl!
Kill me! Do it!
[growling]
I wronged you.
I killed your, I want to say, little lover?
W-Was it a-- Was it a sex friend?
[screeches]
It was your young. I was afraid of that.
But before you righteously murder me, can I say something?
You and me are a lot alike.
Fellow travelers. Strangers on a strange planet.
A strange planet full of strange humans!
They do weird stuff. Like clapping.
They enjoy a thing so they gather to look at the thing
and slap their hands together?
Big loud slappy clomps?
Dumb.
In a way the computer was right.
This planet has low potential.
But then I got to thinking about the green chili pepper.
Full of high quantities of capsaicin, which is a poison.
But what you can't tell
from your scanning tripod on the moon,
is that this poison is also really spicy and flavorful.
- Get where I'm going with this? - [chatters]
The people!
They're like the green chili peppers.
The things inside them that they think are poison--
their dark secrets and their troubled pasts--
just make them spicy and flavorful.
I told you we were a lot alike.
He's waking up. That's my cue!
[screeching]
Heh-heh-heh.
Tell everyone what you saw here today if you want.
Who would ever believe you?
[laughs]
[alien speaking alien gibberish]
He...
He didn't say goodbye.
To keep you safe, my friends.
I don't want you to know too much.
Do you think he was the alien
the government was looking for?
Hmm, maybe they don't know enough.
♪
NARRATOR: And so Roger sets off to travel this new world,
seeking only his pleasure and amusement,
perhaps righting a wrong if he has time
and it's not a big hassle.
All the while being pursued by an intelligence agent,
his smart-alecky bald son,
and a vengeful shape-shifting alien who seeks to destroy him.
His date with destiny and the Smith family
still decades in front of him, he is...
The Fellow Traveler.
And these are his stories.
Bye. Have a great time.