UFO: The Encounter

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Hey!

Come on. Come on!

Hey! Hey!

What an idiot.

Jerk!

.

Don't.

Maybe we can go to counseling or something.

You just don't get it, do you?

I don't want to be your wife anymore.

I want to be me for a while.

I'm not stopping you from being you.

Yeah, as long as being me means being Mrs. Hank Miller.

Not anymore.

It'll be a fresh start for the both of us.

I don't want a fresh start.

(male voice) Pick her up.

Hey!

What are you doing? You're not picking her up.

Hey!

What's wrong with you people?

Should have picked her up.

Remember the day we first met

a day that I will never forget

(male voice) Pick her up.

Hey, get in.

Where are you going?

It doesn't matter. Just get in.

.

You're lucky I came along when I did.

This storm's getting crazy.

So how long have you been out there?

All day.

That's terrible. I'm sorry.

My name's Melissa.

I'm Kayla.

You're not from around here, are you?

Not really.

Running away?

So that either means yes or mind your own business.

Which is it?

I'm just passing through.

Well, there's a lot to pass through here.

I noticed.

Where are you headed?

Winnemucca.

Where's that?

Up north.

My boyfriend is a mining engineer.

I'm paying him a surprise visit.

Cool.

Where are you headed?

Winnemucca.

Good one, Kayla.

Huh, now there's a guy with a sense of humor.

What do you say we stop and get you a bite to eat?

Let's just keep going, if you don't mind.

Oh no.

No, you've got to be kidding me.

This is just great.

I'm afraid you're going to have to turn back, sir.

The road's out until further notice.

The detour told me to go this way.

It's not like we plan these things.

Any idea how long it'll be before they open the road?

Not until some bureaucrat in the state highway administration

gives it the all clear.

Okay.

What's the problem, officer?

Road's out, sir.

It's out?

We've got a flash flood warning.

It's dangerous at the moment.

Okay.

Thanks for bringing me out here.

It's not my fault.

What's going on?

That's the guy that almost ran me down.

Huh.

You know what this means?

I've got to go all the way back to the interstate,

all the way up to Silverton, back down again,

that's just 20 miles from here.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Hey, aren't you Crusher Cruchetti?

If I say yes, will you let me through?

Does anyone have a working cell?

No, mine broke when you almost ran me over.

That was an accident.

Sorry about not picking you up,

but my wife gets kind of nervous about picking up hitch hikers.

Oh, no problem.

I had hours before I would have died from exposure.

I think they have a phone back at that diner.

What diner?

That diner a couple miles back.

There hasn't been a building on this road

for the last 50 miles.

It was called Last Chance Diner.

Last Chance Diner. Now that's rich.

Do you remember seeing a diner?

Sorry to contradict, but I do believe that diner's closed.

It looked open to me.

So there is a diner.

There was a diner.

Hey, you guys can do whatever you want,

but I'm going to go back and check it out, okay?

Let's go.

Tell that guy at the diner Officer DeVille sent you.

Hello?

Anybody home?

Hello?

Hello.

Please, have a seat anywhere.

The state trooper down the road said you guys were closed.

Yeah, he's been trying to keep people

away from me for years.

It's a personal thing.

Would you like some water?

Yeah.

You got a phone?

Do you have any coffee?

I'm sorry.

All I serve here is water.

You have got to be kidding me.

This tastes great.

It's my own recipe.

Two molecules of hydrogen and one of oxygen.

Your phone's dead.

Yeah, the storm probably knocked down the phone lines.

It's a miracle the electricity's working.

Isn't it, Crusher?

Crusher Cruchetti.

I thought I recognized you.

Can't say I rooted for you though.

I'm a Rams fan.

But I can't lie. I do love your burgers.

Here, good for two Crusher burger meals.

Oh, thanks Mr. Cruchetti.

Can we get some menus?

Sure, but I'll tell you what.

Since you'll probably be my only customers tonight,

I'll just make whatever you want.

I prefer a menu.

Yes, Ma'am.

Jesus.

Most people pronounce it Jesus.

Nice name.

Religious.

Doesn't really have anything to do with religion.

It was my father's idea.

I don't know that I'd want to have the name Jesus.

I'd be expected to know everything.

Try me.

Ma'am.

Would you like a menu?

Hank?

Oh, sure. Thanks.

How did he know my name?

What?

He called me Hank.

Well, that's your name, isn't it?

Yeah, but how'd he know?

Just stop.

Ladies, what would you like?

What would you recommend?

Excellent question.

You know, I have a special knack

for knowing exactly what people want.

Of course, what they need is an entirely different matter.

Well, don't people want what they need?

Not necessarily.

In fact, most of the time people don't.

Your recommendation then, sir.

Okay.

I think you would like sirloin tips smothered in gravy

on a bed of mashed potatoes with a green salad on the side.

Thousand Island dressing.

That's what my mother always made me for my birthday.

Your mother loves you very much.

She did.

She died last year.

Doesn't mean she's stopped loving you.

What about me?

What do I want?

You want many things, young lady,

all of which you don't necessarily need.

But as far as dinner is concerned,

I think you'd like a gigantic beef burrito with black beans

and rice and sour cream and pico de gallo on the side.

Hmm? Huh? I thought so.

Let me get you some bread.

Hey!

How much is it gonna cost?

Don't worry, I'll take care of it.

No

I don't want to be dependent on anyone anymore.

I pay my own way.

Okay. Okay.

But how's this?

All special orders are free.

My personal gift to you.

Well, if it's free, it must not be worth having.

I guarantee you, Nick, this is an offer

you don't want to pass up.

Well, I'd like to ask how you're able to do it,

one business man to another, but I see what you lose in food

you save else where, like this newspaper

It's 50 years old.

Yeah, it belonged to the previous owner

And you just left it sitting here.

It reminds me of the original owner.

Stan Kostic was his name.

Very sweet guy.

He was sitting in your very seat,

reading the newspaper after the morning rush.

Tell me, what's the most popular section of the newspaper?

Hank?

Sports?

The obituaries.

Right, the obituaries.

He was sitting here, reading the obituaries,

not knowing that the very next day he would be

in the obituaries himself.

If only he had known.

I don't get it.

Maybe he's telling us we're going to be

in the newspaper tomorrow.

Perhaps.

You're the one with the decision to make.

What will it be? Menu or special order?

Well, I think I'll take the special order,

if only to hear what you think that I want.

Well, I think you've had enough burgers

to last you a lifetime.

So what do you think about a thick porterhouse steak

and a baked potato and some summer squash?

And don't forget a nice slice of cherry pie,

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