Aliens In America Season 1 Episode 8
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What?!
He has a problem
with our new cheerleading outfits.
But they're so cute.
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I am not going to let you go out there looking like strippers.
How are are we supposed
to do street dance without street style?
I'll make a deal with you
you bring back Musky the mascot,
and I'll think about your new little routine.
We have to at least give this thing the patina
of family entertainment.
What about the Lucite heels?
No Lucite heels!
But you can keep those fishnets.
So now we have to go out there with the stupid mascot.
Where are we going to find a sucker
willing to dress up like a giant fish?
Claire!
I think I might have a lead.
Hi.
Kind of need to get in there.
It actually looks good on you.
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My dad never really grasped the concept
of separating colors when you do laundry.
Oh, you did the...pinks.
Yeah.I was just trying to help.
And is there anything I can do to help?
Uh... light bulbs.
We could sure use some light bulbs bad.
Would you mind running down
to Home, House and Hardware?
Oh, triple H.
Done and done.
Thanks, hon. That's a real lifesaver.
And with that, my dad was out
of my mom's hair for the rest of the day.
Medora High School had kind of a love-hate relationship
with the Musky mascot.
Sometimes he was revered...
...and sometimes less so.
I was actually excited about my new gig.
I've always considered myself an entertainer.
Not to mention there were other little perks.
Look, here he comes.
The squad seems genuinely delighted to see you.
Justin, you rock!
Now we get to keep our sexy outfits.
Oh, my God.
Yay! Justin!
Looks like a tampon commercial.
Just in case you don't know, tampon commercials are awesome.
Excuse me?
Do you happen to know if they do color matching here?
Oh, sure do. Uh...
Meanwhile, on his mission to get light bulbs,
my father was experiencing his own form of bliss.
I'll show ya.
Thanks.
You got a little paint project going on there?
Hope you're going to prime those walls.
My dad was in his element, and it showed.
Oh, excuse me? When you're done there,
can you help us with a water heater?
Uh, actually, I don't...
I have a question about insulation.
We're talking fiberglass or polyurethane?
My dad returned home that night,
exhilarated from a hard day's work at a place he didn't work.
Honey, I'm home, and I got those bulbs you wanted.
Upstairs closet, okay?
But nothing could have prepared my father
for what he would see next:
60-watt. 75.
100-watt.
Fluorescents, incandescents,floods, halogens,
three-ways, soft reading,
candelabra and motion-sensor.
Terrarium bulb?
We don't even have a terrarium.
Clearly, Mom didn't need light bulbs.
All she really needed
was for my father to be out of her way.
The next morning, my dad set his alarm again,
just like the good old days.
He got up extra early,
put on his orange shirt
and headed off to his pretend job at Triple H,
where, unfortunately, they weren't hiring.
But that didn't stop him.
No one seemed to notice
that my dad didn't actually work there.
You're doing a great job, Gary.
Thank you.
Keep up the good work.
What was that feeling?
Pride? Satisfaction?
My dad never felt those things at his old, paying job.
Get busy! Get busy!
I, on the other hand, was having a little trouble.
Get busy! Get busy!
I do not think "get busy"
is enough direction for him.
He's supposed to freestyle!
Freestyle!
Not again.
Someone help him up!
I want??? your supervisor
and tell him what wonderful work you do.
Oh, I can't tell you how unnecessary that is.
So, look, gutters
are easy to install, so I don't want to hear
about anybody overcharging you, okay?
Is there someone on the other end that can help you
unload these things?
I just don't know what I would have done without you.
Today is my lucky day.
You know what?
I'm going to go ahead and finish up that job
for you,and I'm guesstimating
it shouldn't take more than the afternoon.
Oh, Gary, no, I couldn't possibly.
Stop it. I want to. Please.
Well. It certainly is nice to have
a strong, capable man around the house.
I got some meatloaf left over from last night.
I'm fixing you a sdwich.
Oh, count me in.
Oh, can you feel the love?
Uh-oh, Medora.
Is there a fire in the building?
How do you feel,tiger, huh?
I feel... I feel good.
I feel ready. I'm ready to go.
That hotness you feel is the Medora High
Cheerleaders!
Now, Justin, you have to ask yourself the question,
how would a giant pike move, huh?
How would a giant pike cheer?
How would a giant pike get this pep rally started?
Right? Huh? Huh?
for the Musky!
You know that weird feeling you get right before you puke?
How your mouth kind of waters?
And how you quickly try to remind yourself
of the last thing you ate
so you can mentally prepare yourself
for seeing it come up again?
Chicken Oriental!
What?
No! No!
Why-Why in there?
Why in my book bag?
I'm sorry.
It just came up.
There were so many other options.
Sing it to me!
There is a bin, empty trash can.
The boys bathroom is right there, huh?
Oh, again, huh?
Really?
Have I done something?
Are you... Are you mad at me for some reason, Justin?
I'm sorry. I...
I can't...
I can't go out there, all right?
You have to do it for me.
No, no, no, no, no.
Justin, Justin,
you are just frightened and quite possibly dehydrated.
But either way,
you can do this.
What's going on out here?
It's Musky time.
Mm. I can't do it.
Tolchuck, these people are waiting for the fish.
If you do not bring that fish out there,
we might have a riot on our hands.
I can't go out there.
You got to do this.
They will have the fish.
Show some love for
the Musky!
So Raja gave them the fish.
And he was awesome,
wild, uninhibited.
And while Raja was raising the roof,
my dad had just finished working on his.
Well, that ought to do her.
Who are you?
I live here. Who are you?
My two favorite men!
Gary, I see you've met
my grandson, Toby.
Oh, he's a good boy.
Star of his high school basketball team.Huh?
Is that so?
You know, uh, Toby,
I used to play a little ball myself.
Oh, what's up?
Star of the basketball team?
Huh? Can't stop Scary Gary?
That's right. You can't!
Oh, yeah. Here we go.
Hey, hey.
Come on, champ.
Easy does it.
You can't win 'em all, right?
Right.
Because I'm average.
What?
I'm an average player.
That's what my coach says.
Didn't you notice?
I wasn't really sure if you were average
or I was just really, really above average.
And I'll never make starting five
because there's never anyone around to help me practice.
Toby was in luck.
My dad had always wanted a son he could teach to play ball.
But sadly, I was born with ultra flat feet.
He'll never play.
Here we go.
Mom, you had to see it.
Raja was unbelievable.
Really?
It was as if the rules of gravity did not apply to him.
There was something about the anonymity of the costume.
It unleashed things within me that have long lay dormant.
So, that's good?
Oh, I cannot wait to get inside the fish head again.
I may sleep in it tonight,
see what kind of dreams I have.
Justin,
I think you should give this another try.
Mascots can get varsity jackets
and college scholarships.
Plus long bus rides with cheerleaders.
Who knows what could happen?
It's just not my thing, Mom, okay?
Well, I just think this is all being wasted on Raja.
He doesn't even want any of those things.
Just to be clear,
the fish is not yours to give away.
Dad wasn't listening to any of this.
All he could think about was what a great day he had
with Toby and Helen.
And Helen's meatloaf, which was...
Much more moist than Franny's.
Pardon?
The-the meatloaf is...
much more moist...
than Franny's usually is. It is good.
Hey, maybe Justin can regurgitate some
tomorrow before the big game.
(mimicking Claire)
Big game?
Justin's playing in the big game?
No, Dad, I'm not playing in the game.
No?
No. He was
in the cheering section.
Was? Couldn't hack it.
Oh, my God.
What if the Musky
had a little dancing worm friend, huh?
You'd be so small nobody'd see you.
All I'm saying is it'd be less pressure for you.
That's how you want to get me into college?
Dancing worm.
Raja was amazing, and it could have been me.
Should have been me.
But I was too scared to do anything.
Maybe my mom was on to something.
because ???
Once Raja got started,
it seemed he couldn't be stopped.
Inside the costume he felt free,
uninhibited, alive.
You suck, Musky!
And with that, we saw a side of Raja,
rather, Musky, that most of us never knew existed.
What are you gonna do? Hug me...
Look,
I'm not saying the fight wasn't entertaining.
Because the truth is, it was.
But that boy broke his collarbone.
So, I guess what I'm asking is
can we split the difference?
At first it was so liberating, you know?
But then the anonymity, it tapped
into a dark part of my soul,
blurring the boundaries between right and wrong.
That could have been you.
It made me cold-blooded.
Salty inside.
It's a freshwater fish.
My whole entire life, I have never hurt anybody.
Yet tonight,
lays a boy in the hospital from the stroke of my fin!
I am so sorry.
I can never set foot in that costume again.
If Raja had a dancing
worm friend...
then the dancing worm friend would have been able to keep him
out of trouble, right?
Mom, I'm not gonna get a scholarship.
Can we just drop it, please? Okay? Thanks.
Look, if Raja doesn't wanna do it,
you're too afraid, fine.
But without the fish,
those girls are going back into their old outfits.
Well, I-I mean, I'm not afraid.
I used the wrong word.
Very, very fearful.
Mr. Matthews, I-I will do it.
I do not want Claire to be disappointed.
No, you don't have to.
I'llo it.
Hold on, Tolchuck. Raja was speaking.
No, Mr. Matthews, please.
I wanna do this.
I really need to.
Okay.
You make sure you show some Musky pride.
Justin! Oh.
I am so proud of you.
Just remember who you are, Justin Tolchuck.
For there is evil in that fish.
The next morning, Mom drove us to the away game at Tillman.
Geez.
Looks like Halloween back here.
How are you feeling, Justin?
I've made a huge mistake.
Apparently,
someone else had also made a mistake...
Hey, isn't that Dad?
They are pulling into the Tillman High parking lot.
I'm sure there's a logical reason
why your father's in that car...
with another family.
But nothing immediately came to mind.
Let's go, Tillman!
Show those losers from...
Medora High School.
Gary!
Franny?
What-what are you doing here?
Oh, this is Franny?
What a pleasure!
Oh, it's so nice to meet you.
Who is that woman?
Franny, I can explain.
Uh, you see, I was pretending to work at the, uh, Triple H,
and I was getting off a forklift,
and...
I met, uh... Helen.
I'm going over to the Medora side.
I suggest you meet me there.
Just answer me one question, Gary.
Do you love her?
Franny. That's not what this is about.
And my dad finally told her
about everything he's been going through
since losing his job:
about the light bulb errand,
and feeling useless at home,
and about how great it felt when Helen and Toby needed him.
I'm sorry, Gar.
No. I am, baby.
Gary?
I hate to interrupt.
But they benched Toby and he's so upset,
he won't come out of the locker room.
Would you mind?
Just this one last time?
Go ahead, Gar.
You sure?
It must be so nice for you and the kids
to have a man like that around the house.
Oh, yeah.
Now, listen up, Grandma.
You go near my husband again,
I'm gonna take you out.
Go, Muskies!
Toby?
My dad had gone searching for his surrogate son
with common interests:
the one who loved sports
and spending quality time together.
Instead, he found me.
Hey.
What are you doing in here?
Is this your, uh,
cheerleading costume?
Mascot costume. Right. Sorry.
Dad, can I ask you something?
My father lived in constant fear
of us kids asking him a question
he wasn't prepared to answer.
How many times is too many times to masturbate?
Oh, and do they make special bandages for down there?
You know, I-I gave you that pamphlet.
No, no, it's not about yanking.
Oh, well, then you can always come to me.
Every time I think about going out there
in front of that crowd of people,
I just get really... my whole body gets, like, clammy.
I just feel like I'm gonna make myself look so stupid.
Look, son, it's okay to suck.
Okay, but it's not okay to quit.
Okay, and if that means making a fool of yourself
in front of thousands and thousands of people...
so be it.
There's only, like, 80 people out there.
Yeah, but it's gonna feel like thousands
when they're throwing garbage at you.
Seriously, though, they're counting on you.
That's a nice thing.
Hmm? Yeah, I guess
it is.
Why were you in the car with that other family?
Oh, they were just giving me a ride
so I could surprise you.
Really? You wanted to see me?
What, do you think I was coming to see some other kid?
I guess that doesn't make any sense.
Of course not.
I'd have to be insane.
Sure, it was a bold-faced lie.
But it was the lie I needed to hear that night.
Well, it's showtime.
Thank you, Dad. I needed this.
So did I, son.
So did I.
Yeah, Justin!
Dad even managed to convince Toby
to get back in the game.
He was getting pretty good at the whole parenting thing,
and I think that made him feel great.
But on the off days, when he started feeling down,
he'd just take a drive over to Helen's house.
And take a look at one of the things he did right.
Isn't that a thing of beauty?
It sure is, hon.