The Outer Limits (1995) s07e12 Episode Script

Flower Child

Oh, poor thing.
New fertilizer didn't take.
Another victim.
Honey, have a little respect for the dead.
I'm starting to feel like a serial killer.
Well, hello there.
And who you are? Did you come from next door? Well, then little orphan.
I know just the place for you.
You are a beauty.
But what are you? Hmm.
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Home sweet home.
You know, you guys could just live together and forget the whole getting married part.
Spoken like a true hedonist.
Well, it's a nice neighborhood.
Very artsy.
So, remind me again why I volunteered to help you guys move? You owe me.
I forgot.
How come we never lived together.
We were 19, and you cheated on me after 2 weeks.
Ugh! Oh, yeah.
Ciao, signorina.
I got a copy of the property lease and the keys to the storage locker, huh.
Who's this guy? Sylvano Pannizutt, meet Allan Montesi.
He ain't livin' here, is he? He's just helping us move in.
Sylvano, hey.
Thanks Sylvano.
You got the checks we dropped off? Si, si comodo.
All right.
Well, you'll be happy to know that the beer sign broke.
But the J.
Lo poster made it unscratched.
All right, let's do it.
Couch time.
I think you are making a mistake.
Here it comes.
I mean Mia's great, but But what? More right.
Just to hang it up at such an early age Your other right, genius.
I'm gonna get on with my life.
Besides, she was good enough for you, wasn't she? Oh, ancient history.
Yeah, well Mia's not history to me.
She's my future.
Now you're starting to sound like that tightwad prof we had in freshman year.
What was his name again? Jahov? Johnny? Javene.
Javene, right.
I made a career out of ditching his class.
What is that? Do you smell that? Oh, sweet ambrosia.
Why don't you knock and introduce yourself.
Yeah, right.
Hey, it's nice to meet you.
I'm unavailable.
What's your name? No, no.
I mean, if she looks as good as she smells Come on.
We don't have time for this.
See, she's not home.
Come on.
Let's go.
Her loss.
Besides, you don't even know if that was a girl.
I know it's a her.
I don't think there's room for all this.
What? You've got twice the amount of stuff as I do.
You should check out the closet in the bedroom.
There's barely room to fit a frisbee in there.
Sounds like you already lost the closet battle.
Make your stand at the medicine cabinet, though.
Too late.
Don't worry.
I left you the top shelf.
Most of it.
Ah, first domestic spat.
Better you than me.
You? You've never been with one person long enough to have a domestic spat.
Are you suggesting that I can't remain faithful to one woman? Bingo.
Marriage isn't for you, buddy.
You're not supposed to mention the "M" word around him.
Remember? That's right.
I forgot.
I'd love to hang out with you two and discuss the nuances of my personal life, but, alas, I must leave you.
Thanks for the grub.
Hot date? Jealous? I'm outta here, kids.
Got a massage with Lolani.
Ooh! Don't strain yourself, stud boy.
Ah, on the contrary she knows me too well.
Yeah, get out of here, you freak.
Thanks Allan.
We couldn't have done it without you.
That is true.
I'll call you later.
Looks smaller with your coach in here, huh? Suddenly, I feel like a grownup.
Think of it less as growing up and more as a permanent slumber party.
Now, you're talking.
Want to try out the shag carpet? Sorry about that.
I just moved in yesterday.
I dropped my bike.
I really didn't mean to bother you.
Moved in yesterday? Yeah, yes I'm Chris.
Chris? Yeah.
It's my name.
What's yours? Violet.
Well, it's Nice to meet you, Violet.
Hope you don't mind me asking, are you OK? I mean, you seem a little You like to ride a bicycle.
Like a little boy.
It's my job actually.
I'm a courier.
A bike courier.
You're in excellent physical condition.
Thank you.
I try to take care of myself.
The bike helps.
Oh, sorry.
The pager keeps going off.
I better, uh I better get to work.
The packages are piling up.
Come here, Kitty-cat.
Come to Violet.
I would've offered to take you out.
Would've been a rain check.
Too much work.
Did you get the tox screen from the victim in Yorktown Heights? Mm-Hmm.
This afternoon.
Lieutenant McCaffrey just wants to rule out homicide.
Well, tox screen or no tox screen, it was an irregular puncture wound given the final position of the victim.
My thought is that, uh, he approached her.
May I? OK, so, the perp approached her from behind, locked both her arms by sliding his left through her elbows like a key through a lock.
Pressing his weight into her back, He was then free to jab the serrated knife directly under the collarbone to the left Oh.
Like so.
What are you doing here? Oh, Tom, You've met Chris.
I have.
The paperboy.
Right, courier.
Well, let me know about the tox screen.
I will.
He was just showing me how he thinks a particular homicide occured.
I'll show him a homicide.
Let it go.
"Paperboy" Chris.
He likes you.
Can't really say that I blame the guy.
Oh, come on.
Mmm, I'll make it up to you.
Dinner tonight.
Oh, I can't.
Backlog of paperwork, and I promised myself I'd get through it by Friday.
Oh, at least we have the weekend.
Dallas, remember.
Oh, yeah, right.
Big convention.
200 medical examiners.
All getting together in the same hotel.
Well, now there is a party I'd hate to miss.
Is, uh, Tom going? Yes.
Well, I'll help you pack.
Oh, it's already done.
Last night.
I, uh, signed for your gro-lite.
I mean it was C.
so if you could cut me a check, huh? Mrs.
Sylvano: Ahh.
Holy Hi.
There is something in my apartment.
I'm just not strong enough.
Help me.
You're my only hope.
Now? What, you mean help you now.
Yes, now.
OK, well, I'll be right there.
Just give me minute.
I just got to ditch the leftovers.
Yeah, the courier job was just supposed to last one year.
And one turned into 2, and then 2 turned into 3.
Yeah, I really like the freedom.
But it's just not really a career, you know.
Got to think more long term.
So when I get the money raised.
I'm gonna open a bike shop of my own.
I got the perfect place picked out and everything.
Oh, you know it's funny.
I normally don't talk this much.
That is some amazing perfume you're wearing.
So, uh, what do you plan on growing in here.
Make one heck of a terrarium.
Whoa, hey.
Your neck.
What about my neck? Ahh.
I can't do this.
There's something I didn't tell you last time.
I actually live with somebody.
We're engaged to be married.
Married? Yeah, married.
You know, bride, groom.
Chicken dance.
You don't want me? Oh You are You're quite a quite a Sorry.
I've really got to go.
I'll see you soon, Chris.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Well, I'm sure we'll be bumping into each other in the hall or the elevator or, or maybe the pool even.
We don't have a pool.
OK, the laundry room, then.
See ya.
She was working her mojo on you, man.
Was she hot? She made Miss November look like a troll.
[SIGHS] And what about that fragrance, huh? Sweet ambrosia.
Some kind of perfume.
Up close I almost couldn't keep it together.
Well, you're not married yet.
Not for another 6 months.
Look, I know you might find this hard to believe.
But being faithful to Mia is more important to me than scoring with some hot chick down the hall.
Marriage, monogamy.
Mmm-mmm boring.
Look, you know how tough it was for me to decide to move in with Mia before we got hitched.
Now, I'm locked and loaded, and you keep throwing curve balls at me every chance you get.
Well, I just thought that And I finally feel like I'm on the right track, not like I'm out there, floating around.
Now, I've got a chance at a real life.
OK, I'm sorry.
I just - I would hate to have you walk down the aisle of death without a lifeline, ok? I mean, this is a forever decision.
You know that, don't you? I know.
That is unless your second thoughts come in first place.
There's nobody else.
There's no second thoughts.
Yo, Chris? Hey, Chris.
Are you OK? Look, I'm not giving up my manhood just 'cause I want to marry Mia, all right.
Look, I'll get the next round, ok? No, hard feelings, all right? I brought you a plant.
Fresh from my garden.
To yours.
Gee, thanks.
It's a Violet.
Of course it is.
I need to talk with you, Chris.
Oh, ahh we can't.
Come in.
My fiance will be home soon.
Her name is Mia.
You'll marry and live happily ever after.
Oh, that's what the brochure said.
Have you ever been married? No.
Surely, you must have a boyfriend then, right? No boyfriend.
Are you from around here? From far away.
What about your family? Where are they from? They didn't survive.
I'm the only one left.
Oh, man.
What happened? They didn't survive.
Oh, right.
I know it hurts.
I lost my dad when I was 12.
It hurts? Yeah.
See, you can relate.
Uh, Mia, she never really understood.
She kind of grew up in a Norman Rockwell painting.
You know, perfect mom, perfect dad.
Perfect life.
Is Mia perfect? She's close.
Norman Rockwell was one of the greatest painters of 20th century Amricana.
His 4 freedom paintings made him a household name in 1943.
Oh, do you study art history? Yes.
That was my minor in college.
Does Mia want children? Uh What was it again that you needed me for.
Does Mia want children? Yeah, someday.
A couple of rugrats.
I want children.
Let's just say I find it interesting that on the heels of our little Tom incident, I find you alone with Earth child.
The art aficionado.
Like I forced her to stop by.
Forced is the wrong word.
It's not like I work with her or anything.
That woman's dangerous, Chris.
She's just lonely.
She lost her parents.
I mean, I don't know.
I don't think she has any friends, really.
No, that's not it.
There's something not quite right about her.
Why are we doing this? I mean, we never argue.
I'm not arguing.
Then, what's all this about? Are you having second thoughts? About moving in together or getting married? Both.
I love you.
That's not an answer.
Sure it is.
I mean it's just you never lived with anyone before and And? And.
You're a guy for starters.
Thanks for noticing.
Everybody knows that guys are naturally commitment phobic.
Wait, wait a minute.
I asked you to marry me.
Remember? Are you having second thoughts? No.
I wanna get married.
I do.
It's just that.
I was determined to get established in my career and then get married.
Much later.
And then I met you.
Are you sorry you met me.
Of course not.
You know it's only natural to have doubts.
I know.
It's natural.
I have an idea.
Let's go to Yabu, grab some sushi.
My treat and make it an early night.
Sounds great.
Whoa! Jeez.
I look like hell.
We'd better leave soon if we want to make our flight.
Just finishing up.
They found a dismembered corpse at the dump.
All neatly wrapped up in black plastic.
Who's on it? It's coming to me, but you're welcome to assist.
It should be interesting.
Police have any theories.
Just got off the phone with the investigating officer.
Apparently, the blood was drained from the body before it was chopped up.
The last perp who was draining the blood from his victims thought he was Nosferatu.
Never a dull moment.
They also sent over this odd substance they found in some of the wounds.
I need you to analyze it.
Just do the prelims.
Send it out for a full DNA, and we'll look at the results when we're back on Monday.
I for one am looking forward to get out of town for a couple of days.
Yeah, me too.
I think I can use a break.
I wondered if I could go over some of the case findings with you.
If you'd rather not No, no it's OK.
Come on in.
I'm all right.
I'm all right.
Chris, your knee.
It's all right.
No, come in.
Let me help you.
I don't think that'd be a very good idea.
Chris? Please.
You're hurt.
What's your take on this? The preliminary finding is that our dismembered friend died of a puncture wound to the sternum.
How it got there is still anybody's guess.
It appears to be some sort of spike.
Well, there are soil particles But there are also foreign substances here we couldn't identify.
I know.
You know what else? It can wait a couple of hours.
What do you say? Dinner.
You're probably starving.
I could eat.
Bet there is a good Mexican place around here.
Actually, I was thinking of something a little more private.
I know you're engaged.
Look, I have to say this.
I've held it in way too long, and it's It's now or never.
The very first time we met, I felt something.
A spark, call it a connection.
I enjoy working with you.
I enjoy talking to you.
I enjoy just being around you.
But, beyond that, there is something else.
Something alive.
I was hoping that maybe.
Just maybe.
You might have some of the same feelings for me.
You know, I could really just put my leg up on a on a table in the kitchen.
The bed is better.
So you been here all day? Yes.
How do you live? What do you do? I wait.
You're a waitress? No.
I'm waiting.
For what? For someone.
Who? Uh mm right.
I told you.
I'm engaged to Mia.
Only one woman forever? Is she really the right one? This is your last chance to taste freedom.
I won't tell anyone.
You can trust me.
There are thousands of single guys outside that door who would really really loved to be I'm not interested in guys, Chris.
I want you.
Just tonight.
One perfect monent.
Be with me.
I'm here for you, only you.
Only me.
I understand you, Chris.
Like you were a part of me.
Chris: We can't come to the phone right now but if you leave a message, we'll get back to you just as soon as we possibly can.
Mia giggling: Wow, you sound so official.
Chris: Stop it.
Hit the button.
It's me again.
Um Where are you? I'm at the hotel.
There's something that I need to tell you.
You were right about Tom.
He made a move.
Nothing sleazy.
He just wanted a chance to state his case and newsflash.
He likes me.
You were right.
But don't worry.
We didn't do anything.
The feeling definitely isn't mutual.
But he did make me realize how much I really do love you.
I am so sorry about last night.
I was being completely neurotic.
I guess you're not the only one with the jitters.
But we're gonna be just fine, baby.
I promise.
Looks like she went totally wild kingdom on you, man.
Look, I gotta level with you.
You messed up, big time.
You think? This is so bad.
I'm screwed.
You? You got everything.
True love, huh? You got a hot fiance.
You have a solid job.
Not to mention me, as a best friend.
What are you talking about? You're always the one that's trying to get me to get back into that dating scene.
[SIGHS] It's an act, Bro.
It's an act.
Don't you think that I wish I could hold onto someone like Mia forever? Look at me, man.
I'm not really single and lovin' it.
Down deep.
[SIGHS] You're the lucky one.
Being this high-maintenance has serious drawbacks.
Oh, don't.
It's Mia again.
God, I'm too tired to talk.
All right.
I'm whipped.
All right, I'm outta here, bud.
Yeah, you might wanna maybe put some aloe on that or something.
Anybody home? Hello.
We need to have a little talk.
About our buddy Chris.
Look, he's engaged which means off-limits.
Get it? And although you two have obviously shared something special here today I'm here to tell you that it's over.
All right? Time to shut down the sex machine.
Violet? Is that you? Chris? Are you here? Chris.
Chris, wake up.
Oh my God.
You're burning up.
I'm calling Dr.
I called you at least 10 times.
I was worried.
I thought something had Chris your back.
I'm so sorry Mia.
I really screwed up.
Never again, I swear.
I don't know what came over me.
It was like I was in some insane dream.
We'll talk about it later.
I made an appointment for you to see Dr.
Kutz at noon.
Get checked out and then call me.
I love you, Mia.
So did you find them together? Just listen to me, all right? I'm listening.
I compared the viscous fluid in Chris' wound to the samples drawn from the wounds on the dismembered torso.
Now, I'm just going by what I can see under the binary, but, yes, it lookes like a dead match.
What about the DNA? This is where it gets wierd.
The genetic fingerprint of this stuff is like nothing the lab has ever seen.
It's not human, it's not an animal.
The closest thing they've come up with is an angiosperm.
A flower? The pistil, to be precise.
The female reproductive organ of a botanical A flower on which they have no taxometrics whatsoever.
Maybe some rainforest hybrid.
Does this connect Chris to the killing? Whatever this stuff is, it didn't come from Chris.
Then where did it come from? Violet.
Call the police.
Allan? Violet? Allan? Chris.
I found you.
What happened to you.
I'm almost ready.
I'm not from this world.
I barely survived the journey.
The last of my kind.
To survive I must adapt and reproduce.
I scratched you infected you, changed you.
Your seed.
You gave me millions of your seed.
I used them all.
Every living one.
For what? A new species.
Part you but more of me.
To spread across land to become many to become dominant.
To replace your kind on this planet.
That's impossible.
I have served my purpose.
The odds against me were enormous, but I found you.
My cycle is over.
There is only one task left.
You should be very proud.
You are the father.
Oh, my God.
Narrator: Commitment and loyalty are not stuffy issues of the past, but are enduring qualities that raise us above creatures that procreate without compassion or discretion.