The Encounter: Paradise Lost Page #3

- No, no, Charlie, no, no.

We don't even know him.

No, we don't.

You have to nothing

to fear from me, Chris.

I'm not the

angel of death.

Ask your wife, Helen.

She knows me.

I've never

seen you before.

Well, that's

true you've never seen me,

but on the 137th day

of your 12th year,

you gave your life to me,

small Presbyterian church

on Hartford Road

and Evergreen Avenue.

Oh, since then you allowed

yourself to become

a little strangled

by the cares of this world

and the deceitfulness

of human wealth,

but I never lost

sight of you, Helen.

And I know the day is coming

when you will ourish.

Come on, Bruno, let me

pop this guy now He's a loony.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Charlie, please.

Don't pretend you've

never heard my voice, Charlie,

though it was

always filtered

through your mother

and grandmother.

When you came forward

in your 9th year;

you loved the smiles

on their faces,

but your heart proved to be

such rocky soil, Charlie.

Your friends called you sissy,

and you just caved in.

You were always very prideful,

Charlie, even as a kid.

All right, come on.

What's your game,

pal, huh?

You work for

Deville or not?

No, I don't work for Deville,

nor does Deville work for me.

He was outside the prison

yesterday when I was released

You used

the wrong verb tense, Ric.

I wasn't outside

the jail yesterday.

I am outside the jail now,

even as we speak.

The same way that I am on the

street outside Deville's ofce.

Tell Charlie how you saw me,

"the bearded white guy. "

I don't know what I saw,

and I'm tired

of playing 20-Questions.

Who are you?

III:

I'm Jesus.

Chris t.

Yeah, and I'm

the Virgin Mary.

That's it. That's it.

I've had enough.

Calm down.

Calm down.

What do you mean

calm down?!

It's obvious he's escaped

from the local loony bin.

You know, you're lucky

my mother's not here.

She wouldn't let anyone

blaspheme, not even me.

You're right, your mother's

a very Godly woman

and she prays for you to come

to me every day, Charlie.

Don't break your

mother's heart, Charlie.

Shut up!

Just shut up!

Give me your gun,

Charlie.

Give me your gun.

Who is it?

Wrong number.

Chris, you've done a great

job of restoring this hotel.

It was Helen.

If I had my way,

I would have left it a ruin,

a monument

to God's cruelty.

Do you think that's

the way Timothy sees it?

Anywhere he looked,

he saw my love.

I don't wanna

talk about him.

It's not true, Chris.

You've been wanting to talk

to me about him for years.

You know, if you were

who you say you are,

I'd punch you

square in the face.

What happened?

Our son was killed

in the tsunami in 2004.

That's terrible.

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