UFO: The Encounter Page #6

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a joke about everything.

Come on.

Come on.

Great.

[knocking on door]

Go away, Hank.

It's not Hank.

It's Melissa.

You're awfully quiet down here.

I haven't had much to say.

I've given you a lot to think about, haven't I?

Yeah.

I'll be right back.

I'm sorry for being rude earlier.

Everything is such a mess.

Hank and I have been drifting apart for months now.

I don't even know who I am anymore.

Why am I telling you this?

Sometimes it's just easier to talk to a stranger

about these things, you know?

And that.. that man out there.

That man who thinks he's Jesus, he thinks he knows me?

Do you think he's Jesus?

Do you?

Well, is it true?

I mean, that you don't want to leave your husband?

I don't know what I want.

I just..I want things to be different.

Well, then does it matter if he really is Jesus?

I mean, he obviously knows a lot about you.

Why don't you just listen to what he has to say?

Like he can fix what's wrong with my marriage?

Like you can?

Thank you for picking up Kayla.

Yeah, it was no problem.

I feel terrible about that.

Hank, you seem to be really buying this whole Jesus thing.

I'm a believer, yes.

But do you believe in that guy?

He either is who he says he is or..

Or what?

Or he's a lunatic.

And I've seen no evidence of him being crazy.

Hank, you don't get out to the big city too much,

do you, pal?

So tell me, Hank, what do you do for a living?

I'm a head of accounts receivable

for a home improvement company.

What do you pull down there, 90?

Come on, you're among friends.

And besides, he already knows.

Less than that.

Doesn't seem like God's been

too particularly generous to you.

You know, there's more to life than money.

There's family too.

And he hasn't done you any favors

in that department either.

You know, that's not nice.

Am I lying?

Am I?

I mean, if that's your way of rewarding the faithful,

I'm glad I went out and got what I got on my own.

You wouldn't have anything if I hadn't put a stone

in your path.

July 4th, 1974, Eldorquin Quarry.

You and your buddies were racing up the hill to dive in.

You took a shortcut through the bushes and you hit your foot

on a stone just before you dove.

Yeah. Yeah.

It threw my footing off.

Ruined my dive.

Caused me to hit an underwater rock

that broke my hand in two places.

I could have been a receiver.

If you hadn't tripped over that stone, Nick,

you would have hit your head on that rock.

You would have died at 14 years old.

But your grandmother's prayers were ringing in my ear.

I put that stone in your path.

But if you really are God,

you could have figured out a way to save him

without breaking his hand.

True.

But Kayla, if nothing had happened,

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