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(film reel clattering)

(curtains rustling) (dramatic music)

(intense music)

(thunderous explosions)

(soft dramatic music)

(logo buzzing)

(tense music)

(birds chirping)

- I'm telling you, Storm Hold, the government lies to us,

and so does the supposedly uncensored group on this forum.

Every day, data is collected,

mysteriously deleted or destroyed.

Now, I, for one, am in favor of contacting

the administrators on this group for an investigation

into some answers or perhaps finding a new site altogether.

- I completely agree, Richard.

I'm telling you, Rich, the lizard people

really are out there.

We are one government slip up

from exposing this whole charade.

I posted crucial information on this forum a month ago

and somehow it disappeared.

My computer was infected with malware as soon as I sent it.

Coincidence? I think not.

Someone out there does not want us to know the truth.

And the administrators of this forum

are part of the coverup, I'm sure of it.

- Well, as you know, Storm Hold,

it was nearly 15 years ago today,

that my beloved wife Penelope was abducted by aliens.

There's not a day that goes by

that I'm not searching for answers.

Bright lights, grays, lizard people,

they're all the same to me.

And we're all tuning in tonight

because we have one thing in common,

a traumatic experience we simply cannot explain.

Well that about does it for tonight's show.

I wanna thank you Storm Hold 411

for your honesty this evening.

It's been a true pleasure.

- I feel the same, Richard, it's an honor.

- Now, as always, I dedicate tonight's broadcast

to my angel in the sky, my beautiful wife, Penelope.

I wanna thank you all for tuning in

to the "True Encounters" broadcast.

on the Outer World's Internet Forum and AM730.

Good evening, and keep on believing.

Yeah. Hmm.

Pretty good show, huh, Buster?

(soft dramatic music)

(Richard sighing)

(liquor sloshing)

(Richard clears throat and sighs)

Hmm. (exhales)

Oh, Lordy.

Hmm.

March the 24th.

It'll be 15 whole years. Hmm.

Oh, Penelope,

I miss you so much.

Oh.

Hmm.

Come on, Buster.

It's time for dinner, buddy.

(wheelchair clattering)

(eerie music)

(insects chittering)

(Richard moaning)

Penelope.

Oh. (breathes uneasily)

Penelope.

Well, that was a pretty good time tonight.

- Oh, pretty good. - Yeah.

Hey, I love your parents, darling,

but your father, huh, he can talk a blue streak.

- Oh, yeah. - Ooh, God.

I mean, look how late it is. Angie's school night.

- He's bored. You know?

It was ever since they retired,

I don't think he has much to do.

They just kinda - Yeah.

- hang around all day, but - Well...

I think he did the bathroom project

just for something to do. - Yeah.

- Here's what we need to do, okay?

We need to have like some hand signals

or a secret code (Penelope laughing)

when he starts talking like that, okay?

- All right. (laughs)

- Hey, hey, Angie. You, you still with us back there?

- I'm good. - Aw, you good?

- I, ah... - Mm-hmm.

- You'll be fine. - Well, ah, what do you think

about catching the flu tomorrow

and staying home from school? - Ah, oh-ho-ho!

- Richard, she can't do that.

- What, why, what's, what...? - I don't know.

Because what if she does get sick one day

and you do need to actually take off school?

We'll be home soon. - Okay, okay, check this out.

I mean, it's just - What?

- a little hooky, what's wrong with that?

- Hooky? - Yeah, a little hooky.

- What year is this? - I don't know.

We played hooky a few times. Oh, shit!

- Oh. - Oh, that's bright.

- What the hell? - Can you see?

- No, I can't see. - Richard!

(tires screeching) (car crashing)

(intense music)

(sirens wailing)

(soft dramatic music)

(chattering on radio)

- Is everybody okay? (Angie groaning)

Are you guys all right? - Angie.

- All right, let me check on her.

I'll be right back for you, sir.

- Is she okay? - We need a gurney here.

Guys, get the gurney.

- Ah. - Dad.

- Need it for the driver. - A-Angela.

- Dad. - Is your name Angela?

- Yeah. - All right.

Let me give you a hand here.

Come on.

I'm coming right back for your dad. Don't worry.

He's gonna be okay. - Dad okay?

- Here, come on with me.

(chattering on radio)

Can you follow the light with your eyes, sir?

Just relax. You've been in a car accident.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Can you tell me your name?

- Penelope. A-Angela.

- Angela's gonna be fine. Barely a scratch.

Do you know what day it is? - On my way.

- Angela. - Okay, just stay with us.

- Have you taken any medication in the last 24 hours.

- Evening, Sheriff. - And you are?

- Agent Taylor, I'm here to notify you.

I'm gonna be taking over jurisdiction of this this evening.

- Jurisdiction of a car accident?

What agency you say you're from?

- Listen, don't worry about it.

My crew's coming down here now. You guys are relieved.

Sheriff, another favor.

No paperwork on this incidents tonight. All right?

- What? It's fucking bullshit, Sheriff.

- Hold on, Russo.

I don't think we should ask too many questions.

Let's get outta here.

- [Dispatcher] 644116, D.W, David Williams.

(Richard groaning)

- Listen, I need the clean up team here, ASAP.

(Richard groaning)

(tense music)

(Richard groaning) (gurney banging)

- Oh, Ang-Angela.

- Here. - Help, help.

(intense music)

(Richard gasping)

(insects chittering)

(sighs) Oh, boy.

(exhales) Oh.

(insects chittering)

(sighs) Tonight marks the 15th anniversary,

the disappearance of my beautiful wife Penelope.

The government would have you believe

that the blinding lights I saw that night

were a coping mechanism to deal with the pain.

That's what they have you believe.

That's the official report.

It's my wife's body was burned and I was left a paraplegic.

Hmm. That's not the way it happened.

What in fact happened is aliens came down from the sky

and took my wife away in a great blinding light.

That is in fact what happened. Not the official report.

As you know, it left me paralyzed from the waist down.

(eerie music)

I was wheeled away on that gurney.

Our car was in fact, intact.

(air hissing) - 10-4, 10-4.

(engine starting) - That's what really happened.

I, I, I know, I know how it sounds.

Yeah. Yeah.

But I know what I saw.

As always, I dedicate this and all my broadcasts

to my angel in the sky, my beautiful wife, Penelope.

Good evening.

Keep on believing.

Mm.

Phew. Oh, God.

Oh.

Buster, buddy.

I think it's time. I, ah, I called Angie.

What do you think, buddy?

Thought you'd agree.

All right.

(claps hands and sighs)

(phone beeps)

Mm.

(soft dramatic music)

(phone vibrating)

Hi, Angie, Angela, Angela.

- What is it, Richard?

- Why do you call me that?

- Because that's your name, isn't it, Richard?

- Look, Angie, I, I, ah-

- Angela, my name is Angela, not Angie.

- I know what your name is for Christ's sakes.

I gave it to you. - I'm really busy.

What do you want?

- Look, I, I, I had a tough show tonight.

Talked about what happened, (exhales)

what happened with your mom so long ago.

I know we haven't always seen eye to eye on things, okay?

But I know this,

your mother would've wanted us to stick together.

You know it's been almost 15 years?

- Tomorrow. Yeah, I know it's tomorrow.

Listen, I really don't feel comfortable with you sharing

our gut-wrenching personal experiences with a bunch

of lunatics on your podcast or radio show,

or whatever it is you do, Dad.

- It's, it's both. Okay?

- What? - It's both a podcast

and a radio show. - Whatever.

You've cared more about proving yourself

to those tinfoil hat wearing assholes

than taking care of me.

Listen, I have to go.

I have to finish my midterms, and I'm working full time,

and I'm really, really, really busy.

- Hey, Angela. - (sighs) What?

- Hmm. You called me Dad.

- Get off my phone.

- I love you. (phone beeps)

That settles it.

She loves me.

She loves me, Buster.

You can't stay angry at someone for that long

if you don't love 'em, that's how I know.

Oh.

Shit, huh.

God, what would Penelope think of us now?

Jesus Christ.

I mean, look at this. What am I doing?

What am I doing here, Buster?

"True Encounters" podcast.

This place is a mess.

Phew, God, maybe Angie's right.

Maybe I should just quit this whole charade,

this whole existence, this, this...

I don't know. Let, let, you hungry, buddy?

Oh, let's go get some dinner.

Let's get fucking some dinner.

(wheelchair clattering)

(bright rock music)

(Richard snoring)

(coughing) Oh, oh, God, oh!

(Richard vomiting)

Oh, oh, oh, God.

It's not the start of a great morning.

(Richard retching)

Ah. Oh, shit.

Ooh. Oh.

Yeah, buddy. Yeah.

(Richard groaning)

(flies buzzing)

(Richard retching)

Oh.

Oh, God. (exhales)

(exhales) Oh, God.

What a shithole.

(sniffs) What a shithole, Buster? (exhales)

Know what we gotta do, buddy?

We're gonna whip this place into shape.

I'll have this little coffee.

(flask clacks)

Shit. Oh.

Ah, ah, yeah.

Yeah.

(slurping) Mm.

Yeah, that's better.

Mm. (sniffs)

Okay.

(Richard chuckling)

Oh. Bill.

Hmm.

Bill. And a bill.

Hmm.

(envelope tearing)

(Richard sniffing)

Huh.

Well, how about that?

They're seeds, buddy.

(seeds pattering)

(sniffs) Penelope used to love to garden.

Know what we're gonna do, buddy?

Gonna whip the place into shape,

and we're gonna invite Angie over.

That's what we're gonna do.

Just going to have his little coffee first, sober up.

(Richard exhales)

(pot shattering)

(Richard sighing)

(newspaper crinkling)

Ah. Ah.

Not a good start, Buster.

(bright rock music) (beer can opens)

(birds chirping)

(Richard sighing)

(beer trickling)

(shears clicking)

Oh, yep.

Oh, that's looking nice.

You know, I'll tell you what.

(Richard sighs)

(can clattering)

(package crinkling)

(hands rubbing)

Oh, it says, right?

(tools clinking)

Oh.

It's Penelope's old glove.

Just not right! Just not right she's gone!

Just not right!

(shovel clattering)

Oh, shit.

Well, yeah, I guess that's done.

(bright rock music)

(bright rock music continues)

(Richard sighing)

Ooh-wee! (laughs)

Uh-huh.

(sniffs) Okay.

(Richard snoring)

(insects chittering)

(Richard mumbling)

- Can you see? - No, I can't see!

(tires screeching) - Richard!

Find me, Richard, find me. (static white noise)

- (coughing) Oh. Oh, shit.

Oh God. Penelope.

(insects chittering)

Always Penelope.

Phew. Some strong stuff.

Jesus. Ah, is it night already?

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit. I gotta get online.

I gotta, I gotta do my show.

I gotta get online.

(tense music)

I've given a lot to this forum, and now I'm taking a break.

The alien conspiracy is real,

as real as the issues in my personal life.

- Oh, Richard, is this the same guy I talked to yesterday?

Is this the same guy that wanted to change the forum?

And now you wanna take some time off?

- You can call it personal leave,

time to be with my family.

- We are your family, Richard.

What about your wife?

What about the extraterrestrials that took your wife?

Don't you wanna know the truth?

- Of course I wanna learn the truth

about what happened to my wife.

I just need a little time to be with my real family.

- That settles it, I can't believe I'm saying this,

but Richard Wiltz is one of the sheep.

- What did you just call me?

You, you, you asshole!

You called me a sheep? How dare you call me that?

What, what Storm Hold 411?

You're too much of a chicken shit to use your own name.

I, I've dedicated a decade and a half of my life

to the "True Encounters" podcast.

And you dare call me a sheep. Baa, baa!

Yeah, yeah, who's a sheep now, huh? Who's a sheep now?

I just need some time to spend with my daughter.

And you call me that, you turn on me like a fucking rat?

Why don't you just believe in this?

(plug clattering) (Richard sighing)

Asshole!

The nerve of that asshole, Buster.

Can you believe that?

Buster?

No, buddy.

(soft dramatic music)

Buddy, you okay?

You okay, buddy?

No. Oh, you're not feeling well?

Oh, Jesus.

Look, look, I'm gonna get that checked

tomorrow, okay, buddy?

Okay? I'm gonna get you to the vet.

Just hang on, buddy. Okay?

You hang on.

(Richard sighing)

(soft dramatic music continues)

(knocking on door)

(birds chirping)

(door opens and creaks)

- Hey, Richard, just stopped by to see

if you'd like to read, ah, some of the good book with me.

The, ah...

Richard.

Richard.

(eerie music)

(Richard gasps and coughs)

- Hello, Steve. (coughs)

Steve. (clears throat)

- I thought you were...

- What, dead?

(chuckles) Ah, not yet.

Thanks for coming by. Good to see you.

(chair scraping)

- Really? You wanna read the good book with me?

- No. No.

There's no time for that right now.

Buster's sick.

- Oh, no.

- Yeah. - What's wrong with him?

- Hey, what, what, what, what time is it?

- It's noon. - Oh, shit.

God, I, I gotta stop drinking, man.

Hey, hey, can, can, can you, can you run out

and see if my, ah,

my government assistance check's out there?

I'm gonna need you to take me to the supermarket, okay?

- Okay. - We're gonna cash it.

And then after we do that, I'm gonna have

to take Buster to the vet.

- Okay, yeah, yeah. No problem.

But don't you want to stop by the bank?

It's on the way to the vet.

It's way cheaper than cashing at the grocery store.

- Uh-uh. That's how they keep track of you.

- Who? - The government.

I haven't had a bank account in nine years.

- Aren't they already tracking you?

- Who?

- The government that sent the check to this house.

- Goddammit, Steve!

Now Buster's sick. Okay?

And I gotta give him to the vet!

- Listen. Okay.

But don't take the Lord's name in vain.

You take this, okay?

I'll be right back.

- Yeah.

- Love you, buddy. So does Jesus Christ.

- Yeah, huh. (door creaking)

Jesus.

(door closes)

(door opens)

- Buddy, here you go.

Did you get a chance to read?

- Ah, no. Here, let me see.

Oh, no, no, no, no!

Shit.

It's not there! It's not there!

- You know what the good Lord says about patience?

It's a virtue. Listen.

And he rewards people who wait.

- I'll go find it myself is what I'm gonna do.

- No, no, listen. - I'm gonna go find it myself.

That's what I'm gonna do right now.

This, no, no, no, no! It's gotta be here.

Oh, missed it, you messed up. I know you did.

It's never not been here before.

Gotta have it. I gotta have it.

Gotta have it. I'm gonna find it.

Don't believe this. What a day.

Shit!

- Richard. Come on, let's go inside, please.

- No good, this is no good. - Come on, Richard.

- I can't believe, this is no good!

It's not there! It's not there, Steve.

It's always been there. Where is it?

I need my check! I need my check!

This is not good.

This is not good. - I know, buddy, Listen.

Let's just sit down and talk.

Let's relax for a minute, okay?

- Uh-huh, yeah. Hmm, relax. (chuckles)

Phew, jeez.

- You okay?

You don't need that. - Yes, this is exactly

what I need.

Ah. Mm.

Ah.

- So what did you wanna say, buddy?

- Look, Steve, I hate to ask you this.

I, I'm gonna need a little loan. Okay?

Now look, look, look, look.

You know I'll pay you back.

I'm gonna get that government assistance check.

It's gonna come in, and when it does,

promise you, I'll pay you back.

I just gotta get Buster to the vet.

- You know, since I've been doing missionary work,

the church wants me to take all the tattoos off.

I just paid rent. They only give me a small stipend.

- I know, I know you would if you could. Phew.

Huh, yeah, that, ah, that church.

I tell you what, man, ha, I don't understand.

They're gonna make you remove your tattoos?

Is that what they're doing to you now?

- Oh, yeah. It says right in the Bible, Leviticus 19:28.

It's a whole thing about not getting tattooed.

Besides, it'll probably make it easier to knock on doors.

- Hey, yeah, I, look, I know Jamela got you into

the whole church thing and all that, but you guys broke up.

I mean, why don't you just let this go?

- That's what I can do. I can ask the church.

And if I do that, would you read the good book with me?

- Oh, yeah, of course I'll read with you. Yeah.

- Great, great, listen, you stay here

and just relax, okay?

I'm gonna go by there right now, and I'm gonna ask them,

but I'll bring back a bag of groceries.

How's that sound?

- You're a good, friend. - Listen, I'll, I'll be back.

You stay here. Okay?

- Good friend, right. Hey, hey, Steve, Steve.

- Yeah? - I'm sorry I haven't read

with you before, buddy.

And, and, and I want you to know something else.

This is real important.

Richard Wiltz supports you with this change

you're going through.

- I'm just glad that I could help.

I love you.

And the Holy Spirit of Jesus Christ loves you, brother.

You stay here. I'll be back.

- (chuckles) Amen. (cap twisting)

(footsteps receding)

(eerie music)

(Richard breathes uneasily)

Oh, God. (sniffing) No.

(exhales) Okay.

Ah.

(wheelchair clattering)

Yeah, Buster, oh, you had a little dinner. Huh?

You had a good little dinner. Yeah, yep.

Ah, it's my turn now. Okay.

(ketchup squirting)

Oh, God. Mm.

Oh, shit. Ah.

I'll wash this down. Oh my God.

Oh, mm.

Oh, God.

Ah! (cap twisting)

Mm.

Mm.

Ooh, Jesus.

Ah.

Woo! Okay.

All right.

Let's see if we got any new followers, huh, Buster?

Okay.

What the hell?

"True Encounters podcast domain has been seized."

It was shut down?

That son of a bitch! That son of a bitch!

Storm Hold 411! He shut me down!

He shut us down! Dammit!

That asshole!

Oh, shit! This is not good.

(tense music)

This is not good, buddy.

Oh, God.

I mean, what else can go wrong?

What the hell?

My life is shit! (cries)

(soft dramatic music)

I, I can't even feed you.

I gotta take you to the vet.

I got no money. (sobbing)

My daughter hates me. Angie fucking hates me.

I know she does.

And I got no legs.

I got no fucking legs!

I got no fucking legs!

They won't work! They won't work.

(Richard coughing)

Oh, God.

Oh! (retching)

(intense music)

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

We're gonna show 'em, buddy.

That's what we're gonna do. (gun clacks)

We're gonna show 'em.

(drawer closes)

Angie, Angie, Angie.

(keyboard clattering) (Richard whimpering)

(tense music)

(Richard sobbing)

(phone vibrating)

We gotta do it, buddy. Sorry.

It is the only way, buddy.

(Richard whimpering)

(hammer clicks)

(Richard gasping)

No, no, no, no.

It's gotta be you first buddy and then me.

I'm sorry, Buster.

Oh, Buster.

Oh, God! (gun clacks)

I'm sorry, buddy. I'm sorry.

Come here, buddy. Come here, buddy.

Come here. Come here, buddy.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

(Richard sobbing)

I'm sorry, buddy.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. (sobbing)

(eerie music)

(insects chittering)

(Richard snoring)

(static white noise)

Ah.

(Richard yawning)

(static white noise continues)

(switches clicking) (insects chittering)

Oh.

(Richard snoring)

(suspenseful music)

(static white noise) Ah, ah!

Ah, what the...?

- Richard.

- What? Pene-Penelope?

- Richard. - Penelope, is that you?

- Help me.

(static white noise)

Find me, Richard. Find me.

(Richard breathes uneasily)

(tense music)

(Angela sniffing)

- "To whom it may concern."

Holy shit.

Dad, come on, pick up your phone, pick up your phone.

(Angela sighs) (phone beeps)

Come on, come on, come on.

(phone vibrating)

(Richard groaning)

(birds chirping)

(Richard yawning)

(phone vibrating)

Of course it goes to voice message.

Come on, Dad. (sighs)

I'm coming, all right, I'm coming down.

I'm coming down. Jesus, Jesus.

(tense music continues)

- (snorts) Oh, oh, man.

Oh God.

(yawning) Boy.

Jesus.

Ah. Ah.

(Richard scratching)

Phew. Mm.

Oh.

Huh.

(soft dramatic music)

Phew. Wow.

(lighter clicking)

Mm. Mm-mm.

(wheelchair clattering)

(birds chirping)

(joint sizzling)

Got no coffee.

(sighs) Shit.

Broke the damn coffee maker.

(joint hissing)

Mm. (exhales)

(collar rattling)

(soft dramatic music)

Buster! (laughs)

You're better! You're better, buddy!

Look at you. Look at you.

You're all better. Huh, mm.

You know, my buddy's better.

Ah, this is great.

(Richard breathes uneasily)

What the, what the hell?

Look, buddy.

I can walk, buddy.

Oh my God! I can walk, buddy!

It's a miracle! I'm walking!

You're better and I'm walking!

Ah. (Richard scratching)

Goddamn.

Shit. God, this thing itches.

Ah! Oh, yeah.

What the hell? Look at that.

You know what, buddy?

It's Penelope.

It's Penelope.

It's Penelope. That's what it is.

That's what it is. God.

Come on, buddy. Yeah.

All right. Let's see here now.

Phew. Goddamn.

Okay, here, I gotta get you,

get you over here, buddy.

All right. Okay.

You just sit, just sit right there.

Okay, that's good, buddy. Just sit right there.

(dramatic music)

Goddamn!

(Richard breathes uneasily)

I don't need a wheelchair, I need a real chair.

(chair scraping)

Okay.

All right.

What the hell?

Oh, yeah.

I unplugged it. God.

(plug clicking)

Ooh. Okay, that's good.

(keyboard clattering) Log in.

Okay. Storm Hold 411.

(chuckling) Good thing I don't know your real name, buddy.

Richard Wiltz would kick ass your right now.

All right, all right. There's more than one way around this.

There we go. Come on, come on, come on.

Be online, be online. Come on, baby.

- Well, look what the cat dragged back.

- Hey, Nyla, good to see you.

- Yeah, we haven't talked since, ah, baby three

and, um, I'm on five.

- Yeah, well, you know, I got the radio show now.

- Yeah, I'm a listener.

I hear everything.

- Hey, look, look, Nyla, I,

I really need your help with something, okay?

Penelope came to me last night.

- Okay. Hmm.

- Yeah, well, I passed out next to Buster, right?

And then she came to me in the middle of the night

in this vision and then check this out.

Look at that right there.

These strange writings all over my arm.

And I need your help. What, what does this mean?

- All right. You know what I think it is?

I think it's the 90's calling,

saying they want their tattoo back.

Have you been drinking again?

- Okay, Nyla. Okay.

Explain this.

- (spits) Holy shit!

- (chuckling) Yeah.

- How, how?

- I don't know. You tell me.

- Send me pictures of your tattoo. I need a better look.

- 10-4.

(keyboard clicking) On the way.

- Oh.

Well...(chuckles)

(keyboard clattering)

These, these aren't like characters I've seen before.

It's for sure, it's, ah...

(paper crinkling)

(pen scratching)

It's math.

- Math, okay. Yeah?

- You got columns and numbers

and each one points and dots.

Richard, I'm gonna need a minute.

Do you mind if I tell the boys this in the chat room?

- Oh, no. That's, that's great, Nyla.

I really appreciate it. You know?

- Richard, you gotta document everything.

The tattoo, the, the,

you gotta video you, you walking. (chuckles)

- Hey, and I tell you what, this might be good

on my podcast.

- Your listeners don't mean anything.

This is so much bigger, Richard.

This, this could be it.

This could be the proof we need. Thank you.

In, in the meantime, continue to document everything.

- You got it, will do. Thanks, Nyla.

(keyboard clattering) Oh, this is great, wow!

This is awesome. Oh, boy.

(soft rock music)

Yeah, buddy! Yeah, buddy!

It's a miracle! It's a little miracle!

Just like you, buddy. Mm-wah, I love you so much.

Ha-ha-ha-ha! Woo!

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Yeah, buddy!

Yeah, buddy! Can you believe it, Buster?

Can you believe it? I can walk, you're healthy.

This is great! This is great!

Hi, this is Richard Wiltz.

I'm the host of the "True Encounters" podcast

and radio hour.

I have an amazing story to share with you,

my loyal listeners.

Last night, I was visited by my beautiful wife, Penelope.

She came to me in a vision of energy just as she was

when she was abducted by aliens 15 years ago,

which left me as, you know, a paraplegic.

Ha-ha. Well, guess what, my loyal listeners?

Get ready for this.

I can walk! I can walk!

Now, when my wife came to me in this vision,

she told me, "Find me, Richard, find me."

And I woke up and these strange writings were on my arm.

It's some sort of mathematical equation that I'm told,

some sort of code.

Now I don't know where this adventure is gonna take me,

but I do know this, it could be my last.

I dedicate this and all of my broadcasts,

to my beautiful angel in the sky, Penelope.

Good evening and keep on believing.

(soft rock music continues)

(Steve sighing)

(bag crinkling)

(envelope tapping)

(Steve sighing)

- Let's do this, buddy.

- Huh, that's good. (door opens)

- Hey, Richard. - Hey.

- I've got good news. - Steve.

- Yeah, come in, come in. Huh.

(Richard exhales) (bag thuds)

Yeah.

- How, how can you stand?

- Sit, sit, sit down, buddy, sit down.

You, you, you, you need to sit down.

Ha-ha. - Oh, gracious, Holy Father.

Give us the wisdom to perceive you

and the diligence to seek you,

the patience to wait for you,

the eyes to see you, the heart to meditate on you,

a life to proclaim you through the power

and spirit of Jesus Christ, our Lord.

Amen.

- Amen, buddy, amen.

I know it's a lot to take in.

- Uh-huh. How, how did this happen?

- Penelope. - Penelope?

- Yeah. Penelope came to me in a dream last night, Steve.

She said, "Find me, Richard, find me."

And then, you know, you know, I passed out next to Buster.

I mean, I've done that a few times before, right?

And then get this, Buster comes in and he's wagging his tail

and he's healthy and he's feeling good, right?

And then the greatest miracle of all.

I can walk! I, I can walk, Steve!

It, it's, it's like Penelope,

she, she just answered my prayers.

- This is amazing. Listen, we need to go to the church.

This is something straight out of the Bible.

You've been touched by God.

- No, no, no, no, no.

- We need to consult with them. This is truly a miracle.

- Don't you get it? I can't go anywhere right now.

I, I, I, I gotta go find Penelope.

- What's that?

- Oh, I, I don't know.

I woke up and it was on my arm.

I, I've, I've got a friend doing some research right now

to tell me what it is.

- I don't know. I, I think we should get it checked out.

I've never seen writing like this.

- Well, that's what she's looking into right now.

She's checking it out. (computer dings)

- Oh, oh. - Richard, you still there?

- Hey, Nyla, what'd you find out?

- Okay, so this was done really quick,

but me and the boys, we think that they're coordinates.

- Coordinates. Good, good, good.

Then I'll be able to find Penelope.

- And that's not all.

There was an extra set of numbers around your wrist,

and if I divide by four and then cut it in half,

I get 1:11 AM.

- 1:11 AM. This is fantastic, Nyla, thank you.

I'm gonna send the info to your phone.

And keep in mind that these things are theoretical.

I mean, there's time zones, the Earth's curvature.

There's so many variables.

Don't forget, document everything.

- Oh, I won't. - Thank you, Richard.

I'm, I'm just so glad I could help.

- Okay. Thank you, Nyla.

It's been a great help. Thank you.

(computer dings) - I don't know.

Seems a little too convenient, doesn't it?

- A little convenient?

I mean this is gonna take me to Penelope.

What do you mean, a little convenient?

Look, Nyla, I trust Nyla, this...

(phone vibrating) Oh, whoa.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

(hand tapping) Oh, God, shit.

- What's wrong? (Richard sighing)

- It's, it's stupid email I sent.

Just, just gimme a second. Huh.

- Listen, can't believe that I'm saying this,

but I think I should take you to the hospital.

- The hospital?

What? I, I, I thought we were going to the church?

- I know what the Bible says about making marks,

tearings and cuttings upon one's skin.

But this, this isn't natural.

This isn't of the Lord.

- Yeah, I agree. It's not of the Lord.

What it is, is of alien nature.

Aliens put it there.

- If that's the case, then shouldn't we get it checked out?

I mean, what if it's radioactive?

- I don't care if it's radioactive or something, Steve.

I gotta go find Penelope. That's all that matters now.

Don't you understand? - Are you listening

to me, Richard?

That could be dangerous. We need to go now!

- I don't care if it's dangerous or something. Okay?

All I need to do right now is go find Penelope.

So thanks for the groceries.

Just find yourself on out the door.

(gun clicking)

(suspenseful music)

What the hell?

- You're not going anywhere unless it's with me.

- Yeah, what's a man of the Lord doing with a gun?

- Agent Steve Wilson at your service, sir.

- (breathes uneasily) Wow.

Yeah. I was right the whole time, wasn't I?

My wife's death was a governmental coverup.

- I work for an organization that investigates

extraterrestrial phenomenon.

We keep tabs on people like you that have things

that happen to 'em they can't explain.

Now, I don't know what happened to your wife specifically,

but what I do know is, we need to get to the closest

Air Force base and put you in isolation.

- Sounds like fun.

- (sighs) This is Agent Wilson.

We have an incident at the Wiltz residence.

We need an extraction team, ASAP.

(phone beeps) Now we wait.

- Damn. - Richard, have a seat.

- Yeah.

Here.

Guess my check not showing up

was just part of the whole charade, huh?

- (chuckles) You really think

everything's a conspiracy, wow.

Let me let you in on something.

The government can be inefficient at times.

I didn't hold your check.

Heck, I was even checking into it before all this happened.

- Yeah, well you're a real friend, aren't you?

- Listen, I know you're mad.

And I care, I really do.

That's why we need to get that thing checked out.

We don't even know what type of alien tech it is.

For all I know, we could be in danger

just being in the same room as it.

- The only thing dangerous in this room, buddy, is you.

- Aliens are dangerous!

Look at what happened to your wife!

- I know what happened to my wife. And what?

You're one of the good guys, I suppose?

Yeah. You're one of the good guys, huh?

You're gonna haul me off to some place

and they're gonna give me some kind of probe,

and they're gonna test me and do things to me

and, and, and this thing on my arm,

they're gonna find out some sort of alien beacon

or tracking device or something like that.

And then what are they gonna do? Huh?

What are they gonna do? Chop off my arm and dissect it?

Is this what happens to me?

Is this what happens to Richard Wiltz,

host of the "True Encounters" radio on podcast hour, huh?

(vehicle approaching)

- Here comes the Calvary.

You're gonna grab Buster and we're gonna get outta here.

Okay?

(suspenseful music continues)

Hold on.

Did you call someone? Is that your...

(bottle shattering)

- Hello? Hey, I'm, I'm, I'm coming in.

- Oh, dammit. - Richard?

- Angie! - Holy shit.

- We gotta go! We gotta go!

Come on, come on! - Holy shit.

- We gotta go. We gotta go.

(suspenseful music continues)

Get down, get down, get down, Angie.

- Jesus Christ. (spits)

(Steve sighing)

- You can walk? - Yeah.

Where your keys? - I don't know.

They're in my car somewhere.

(gun firing) - Goddammit, Richard!

That hurt!

Now, I'm gonna have to take you both in.

Don't try anything stupid.

- Who's that? - Oh, Steve, my best friend.

- You have a tattoo? - Look, there's no time

to explain any of this right now, okay?

We've gotta get outta here. We're gonna go find your mom.

Hold this.

Oh, shit.

(fist whacks) Ooh!

Ow, ow. Damn.

Shit, I'm sorry.

Don't, no, no, no, no, no.

No, come on. We're friends. Steve.

Don't do this. I'm sorry.

(kick thuds)

(intense music)

(Angela gasping) - I tried to be nice

to you, Richard. (fist whacks)

- Can you stop? - Then you got your daughter!

- Buster, go hide, go hide. - You bastard.

- Go, go, go.

(fist whacking)

- Please, please! - Oh!

- Now, I'm gonna have take both in.

(shovel clanks) (body thuds)

(shovel clacks)

- Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad!

Wake up, Dad! - Ah, oh!

- You okay? - Oh, oh, God.

- You okay? - Oh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, he's, you got him on the shovel.

Hey, good thing I took up gardening, you know?

And you've been a parapleg- - Dad, we gotta go.

- Yep, get outta here. - Now, come on, come on.

- Okay, okay, yeah. - Oh, fuck.

(Steve coughing)

(Steve sighing)

Listen, asshole.

I don't know who the hell you are,

but you leave my dad alone.

- No, no, no. Give me that.

It's not the way, Angie. It's not the way.

He called it in. There's more of 'em coming.

Come on. We gotta go, we gotta go, we gotta go.

- Okay. - Get in.

Okay. All right.

Okay. Yeah, we got, oh!

I forgot Buster. Hold on.

- Dad, we gotta go.

- Buster, where is Buster? Okay.

Okay, Buster. Here he is.

Okay, I got him. Okay.

Here's the little guy. Here's Buster.

- Okay, here, Buddy. - Okay, here.

- Yeah, okay. - Come on, buddy.

- Wait. I forgot my hat.

- Dad, you, Dad! - Oh, my hat, the hat.

The hat. My hat.

(Steve groaning)

Okay. - Oh, ah.

- My hat. - Okay.

- Okay. All right.

Come on.

Hey, Angie. (Angela sighing)

- Yeah? - You called me Dad.

- Oh my God. Can we go?

(engine starting)

(engine revving)

- (sighs) This is Agent Wilson.

Subjects have escaped.

I'm definitely gonna need some medical attention.

Oh, what an asshole.

Ah. (spits)

(Steve groaning)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(insects chittering)

- Well, I think we're far enough away now.

What's going on, Dad?

How can you walk? Who was that guy?

Why did he pull a gun on us? And where are we going?

What are you doing? - Documenting.

- Aren't you afraid of that government asshole tracking you?

- Well there's a sim on this phone,

so it's not- - Give me that.

- Hey, well, you don't have nothing to worry about.

It's not traceable to me. Okay?

So they're not gonna find us.

- What is going on, Dad?

- Ah.

All right, look, I shouldn't have sent you the email.

Okay? I screwed up.

I just, my day went sideways.

Everything that could go wrong went wrong.

Buster was sick, and I, I drank way too much.

My government check didn't show up.

And I got kicked off the podcast.

It was just, I shouldn't have sent it to you though.

It was, it was immature of me.

It was wrong of me to send it.

I'm sorry. Okay?

(soft dramatic music)

- It's okay, Dad. I'm glad you're okay.

What happened after that?

- I woke up.

Mother appeared on the computer.

- You saw Mom on the computer screen?

- Yeah, her, her face like the night, it, it was like

a face made, yes. - Face made of light.

(tires screeching) - No!

(static buzzing)

Didn't know you remembered.

- Of course I remember, I think about it

all the time, actually.

What'd she say?

- "Find me, Richard. Find me."

And then I woke up. Buster was better.

And then this tattoo was on my arm, then Steve came by.

He's been coming by for years to help me.

He brought some groceries.

- Yeah. He didn't look too helpful to me.

- Huh! Hell, you got that right.

Turns out my good pal Steve is a government agent,

and I was right the whole time about your mother's death

being a governmental coverup, I was right.

They made the whole world think that I was crazy.

- Hmm. I never thought you were crazy, Dad.

- Really? Then why didn't you say something about it?

- Because I was a kid.

A kid that needed you.

A kid that didn't understand what she saw.

A kid that lost her mom

and her dad.

- Angie, I, I, I did the- - No, you need to hear this.

You're not crazy, dad.

You're selfish, selfish, self-centered and negligent.

And that's why we've had so many problems over the years.

I didn't go looking for aliens with you

because you already treated me like one.

And your assholes on that podcast became your real family.

I got the amazing Richard Wiltz, host of the radio-

- "True, True Encounters." - Whatever, Dad.

And I got the asshole that drank himself

to sleep every night.

(soft dramatic music continues)

- You're right.

- Goddamn right I'm right.

I was, was I not as interesting as your internet friends?

- No, not that.

It was easier.

- What? - It was easier.

It was easier hiding behind my imaginary family

on the podcast than dealing with my real family,

dealing with losing your mother, becoming a paraplegic,

not being able to walk.

It was a good thing you moved in

with your grandma and grandpa.

I couldn't take care of you, Angie.

I couldn't take care of myself.

And you know what? I was asshole.

I was an asshole father, and I wasn't there for you.

Okay? I wanted to be, I wanted to be, and I couldn't.

And I regret that.

I just hope you can forgive me.

(Richard sighing)

- Let's go find Mom.

Find the coordinates on this

and then turn your phone back off.

We need to be careful.

- Huh.

Where the hell did you get this relic?

- Well, Granddad and I have to use it sometimes

when we go camping.

- Huh.

Oh.

(flask clinks)

Hmm.

Yeah. Hmm.

(engine revving)

(envelopes rustling)

(papers rustling)

(tense music)

- Agent Lynn, have you found anything yet?

- No, I had a track going on subject's cell phone.

Now the signal's lost.

They were heading northwest on Route 80.

Then I lost them.

- What about the girl's phone? - Nope.

They must have wised up.

Both phones are turned off. (keyboard clattering)

- Check every file in that computer

The guy was online 24/7.

He told someone where he was going.

- Yes, sir.

- When I entered the premises,

the subject was on the computer doing a video conference.

He was talking about coordinates.

- On it.

(tense music continues)

- So am I to understand that a decorated agent

with your clearance level was overtaken by paraplegic drunk,

his daughter and a chihuahua?

- Yes, sir.

- Also, I see that they managed to steal

your firearm in the conflict.

- Richard Wiltz is no longer physically disabled, sir.

(Steve sniffs)

- Well, there is that.

Still, you were a Marine, Steve, were you not?

- Once a Marine, always a Marine, sir.

- Well, um, I'm sure the core would be proud.

- I had the subject restrained.

The girl got the drop on me.

- And how did a 110-pound girl get the best

of a killing machine like you, Agent Wilson?

- A garden shovel, sir.

- Understood.

I'm keeping you on the case,

but be very vigilant about garden utensils in the future.

Okay, Agent Wilson? - Yes, sir.

- Good. Good.

- Agent Nelson, anything physical in this location

that we can use to determine their location?

- Not yet, sir. - Sir, I found it.

(keyboard clattering)

(tense music continues)

- Can you find what she sent to Mr. Wiltz's phone?

- Let me see.

- A set of numbers - Got it.

- around your wrist.

If I add it up, it goes to 24.

And if I divide it, I get a time. 1:11 AM.

- Got 'em. Great work team.

- Sir.

(suspenseful music)

- Agent Wilson, you understand that I believe

that your relationship to Mr. Wiltz led

to your failing apprehended, don't you?

- Yes, sir, I do. (sighs)

- When we arrive, I need you to put

your personal feelings aside.

Technology in his arm can be dangerous, dangerous for us,

including his daughter, Angela.

I've seen some shit in the last 20 years,

but I'm sure Mr. Wiltz still has your firearm.

(suspenseful music continues)

- Man, we really are in the middle of nowhere.

We have enough gas?

- Oh, we should be there soon.

Um, how much is left in the tank?

- Quarter tank.

- Oh, that should be enough.

- You really think Mom's out there waiting on us?

- Yep. I do.

- I mean, it all happened so suddenly,

the, the lights the wreck.

It came outta nowhere. - Yeah, I know, I remember.

- Do you think this is a trick and they're trying

to lure us back out there?

- Oh, no, no, no, no.

No, Angela, your mother wouldn't do that.

She wouldn't trick us like that.

No, I feel her presence.

We're, we're getting very close.

We're gonna be reunited soon.

- Okay.

- You know, we haven't talked about this in a while,

but, ah, how's school coming along?

I know you went back. - It's fine.

- Now what were you, ah, majoring in again?

- Wow, bravo. Dad of the Year.

- Oh, okay, okay, I know, look you,

you've changed it a few times.

I can't keep up with all this. What, what is it now?

- It's communications and journalism.

- Communications and journalism.

Well, well, well, apple doesn't fall far from the tree, huh?

(Richard laughs) - Dad, I wanna work

for a major news network, not start a podcast.

I wouldn't need a degree for that.

- Okay, okay, now let's just get

something straight here, okay?

It's both. It's a podcast and it's a radio show.

Hello? - AM radio.

- All right. All right.

My reach is a little limited, granted, I'll give you that.

- Yeah, I'd say about 15 miles and 50 people.

Dad, why don't you, I don't know, promote it

on social media or something?

- Ah, I've tried that and been kicked off

all the major platforms.

- Yeah, that sounds about right.

- You know, people are always screaming

for a conspiracy theory.

They're screaming to rooftops about fake news. Okay?

Then you give 'em a bonafide real deal conspiracy theory,

and you gotta shove it down their throats.

And what do they do, they just puke it up

all over the place.

And I, I, I tell you the thing about the general populace

in this country, what they want,

they want their little comfort.

They wanna go to their nine to five job.

They want their little checks to clear.

And what they don't wanna do is dig deep.

- So let me get this straight.

You think the government should just tell us everything?

They should declassify it all and leave it

into the hands of the people?

- Oh, hell no, hell no.

Last thing I wanna know is what goes on in the deep state.

If the government released the intel they have on aliens,

the whole population would freak the fuck out.

I mean, what kind of hypocrite would I be

to denounce the government entirely?

I can't do that.

I mean, hell, I depend on the government

for my weekly assistance check.

And here's another thing. I voted for Obama twice.

Just don't let my listeners know.

I might lose all 49 of 'em.

- When we arrive, I need you to negotiate,

since you're most familiar with him.

However, if you need to use lethal force for our safety,

you're authorized to do so.

Is that clear?

Do I make myself clear, Agent Wilson?

- (sighs) Yes, sir. You do.

- What about not having any bank accounts

or the VPN's or the sim cards?

You know, all the bullshit I had to deal with

when I was a kid.

- What bullshit did you have to deal with

when you were a kid, Angela, huh?

It was my computer, my rotary dial phone.

- Come on, Dad.

Do you know how hard it's having to tell your teacher

that you can't do your homework

because your dad is too paranoid

to let you log onto the school's website?

- I just wanted to protect you. Okay?

I figured the less they knew the better.

- Dad. - What?

- You get drunk and broadcast on the radio.

All the government had to do was tune in. (chuckles)

- Well- - No, come on.

Seriously, be honest.

Do you even remember half the shit

you talk about the next day?

- Not really. - I thought so.

- Speaking of the government,

that guy Steve might have been right.

I think this damn tattoo might be poisoning me.

It's just, it feels weird.

I, I don't, I, I don't know, Angela.

I don't have all the answers. Okay?

All I know is we gotta, we gotta find your mom.

We gotta stay on this path we're on.

We gotta find her. Okay?

- Screw Steve. Mom wouldn't do anything to hurt you.

- Yeah, you're right about that.

Hey, there's, there's a service road up on the left,

so let's pull over.

Mm. Yeah.

Oh God.

(Richard scratching)

Jesus. Oh wow.

(Angela gasps)

Holy Shit. - Holy shit.

(eerie music)

- Oh my God.

- Agent Lynn, what's our ETA?

- I'm estimating 40 minutes, 19 clicks.

There's a service road.

I think that's the most direct route.

- Good. Good work.

Okay, Agent Wilson, here's the plan.

It's obvious that you have a friendship with Mr. Wiltz.

I know that you would prefer to avoid bloodshed.

Is that correct?

- Yes, sir, I would.

- All right, so the best chance we have

of getting him to come clean

is to apprehend his daughter Angela.

And I need Agent Nelson to go around the perimeter

separately when we arrive.

So focus should be to restrain her.

I think that's the best chance we have of persuading him.

- And I'll provide the distraction to Richard.

- Good.

Once we have apprehend Angela, just cuff him

and put him in the back seat here.

Make sure he's comfortable.

- What about the girl?

- Agent Nelson will escort her back

to her car in her own vehicle.

She's been around Mr. Wiltz's entire trip.

We have to put her under observation.

There's no telling how she's been affected by all this.

Listen up team, when we get to base,

I need you guys to do a full medical checkup

and a 24-hour observation.

There's no telling how our bodies

have been physically affected by all this.

Better, safe than sorry. Right, team?

- [All] Yes, sir.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

- Well, I guess this is a place.

Come on.

- So this is it? - Yep.

- Service road is right here.

- Copy.

- How much further? - Two clicks away.

- All right. Let's get ready.

Agent Lynn, glove box.

(glove box opens)

Try not to lose it this time.

Uh-uh.

- Dad, I'm sorry for-

- No, no, sorry?

Sorry for what?

Don't have anything to apologize for, okay, Angela?

I don't know what's gonna happen

when your mother gets here, okay?

This could be a one-way ticket for me.

You got a bright future.

You're going to school and you're doing good.

I'm proud of you. All right?

I'm just a fuck up. I'm a fuck up.

Been me and Buster against the world.

I wasn't the best dad, but I love you. Okay?

I love you.

(soft dramatic music)

- I love you too, Dad.

- Come here. - Okay, now you're just

making it awkward. (chuckles) - No, no.

Oh no.

That's how you know the aliens

haven't taken my brain away yet, huh?

- Wow. - I'm a pain

in the ass, right? - Yeah, you are, Dad.

(Angela laughs) - All right. All right.

Oh, shit.

Shit.

- Sir, I have visual confirmation on the target.

- Here we go.

(suspenseful music)

- Come on. Get you safe, okay?

Want you to roll up the window

and I want you to hold Buster tight, okay?

- Hey, Dad. - Yeah?

- I love you.

(soft dramatic music)

- Me too.

It's gonna be okay.

(light clicks)

(suspenseful music)

(gun clacks)

Hey guys, come on out. Let's talk.

- What's he up to?

- I don't know.

- Not gonna cause any trouble, guys.

Come on, let's talk.

- Angela Wiltz is around here somewhere.

Definitely didn't let her go into the desert all alone.

(suspenseful music continues)

Agent Nelson, remember, take a walk.

Check the car first.

He's coming. - Copy, sir.

- Agent Lynn, Wilson. You ready?

- Ready, sir.

- Ready.

- Let's go.

(doors open and close)

- Come on, Richard.

It's time to take a little trip.

(taser zapping)

No one's here to hurt you.

We just need to get that thing on your arm checked out.

- Huh. This?

- See, Richard, I told you.

That thing's not natural.

- Yeah, I know, Penelope turned it on.

- You don't know that.

For Christ's sakes, Richard.

You don't know that you're talking to her.

You're probably talking to aliens that want to abduct you

and experiment on you.

- What would aliens want to experiment on me for?

Huh, Steve? I'm just a drunk.

I'm sure they can find plenty of those.

- He's stalling.

- Listen, Richard, these agents are here to bring you in.

They're authorized to use force if necessary.

Do you understand?

- Yeah, I understand.

I'm not going.

- Get on the ground now.

- No, no!

(intense music)

- Your call, Agent Wilson.

(door bangs) - Dad!

- I need you to come with me.

- You dickhead, get off her! - Goddammit, halt!

(gun fires) (Nelson screaming)

(taser zapping)

- Angie.

- Fuck. I gotta do everything myself.

(gun fires) - Dad!

(Richard groaning)

- Freeze! Hands in the air!

- Oh shit. Damn.

(suspenseful music)

- That's two agents, Angela.

I should hire you.

(Angela spits)

- Huh. That's fair.

- Angie, you okay?

- Agent Wilson. - Sir.

- Agent Nelson. Help Mr. Wiltz into the SUV.

It's time to go.

- Copy, sir.

Sir.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop right there.

Before I go anywhere,

you're gonna have to ask my wife.

- Wait, sir, it's 1:11!

(intense music) (static whirring)

- Richard! Find me, Richard.

Find me.

(static whirring)

- Listen, assholes.

(tense music)

I have been here for days.

You saw everything I saw.

I just want Buster and I wanna go home.

(hand pounds) Just let me go!

(Angela groans)

- What's the status for our subject, Agent Wilson?

- Well, she's not radioactive.

We've run every test known to man.

- Good.

- What are we gonna do with the girl, sir?

- Cut her loose.

- What if she goes to the media?

- And tells them what?

That her alien mom abducted her dad? I mean, come on.

Who's gonna believe her?

Besides, it's more paperwork

to, um, you know, make her disappear.

I was thinking we should just let her go home,

if that's okay with you, Agent Wilson?

- Yes, sir.

What about the dog, sir?

- I dissected him.

I ran a battery of tests on him.

(Steve breathes uneasily)

No, I didn't.

I didn't dissect it. Just playing with you, man.

He's okay. And so is Miss Wiltz, okay?

(laughs) You think I really would dissect a dog,

a little dog?

- No, sir.

- Think I'm a monster, Steve?

- Of course not, sir.

- Wanna grab a bite? My treat.

- Yeah, let's do this.

- What do you wanna eat?

- How's Denny's sound? - Denny's is horrible.

Let's go.

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- Good boy.

(sighs) I guess it's just me and you now, Buster. Hmm?

Yeah, I guess Dad was right.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Hmm?

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(Angela breathes uneasily)

Hello, true believers.

I'm Angela Wiltz.

I wanna talk about the events that happened

to my family over the course of the week.

I know some of it may sound crazy.

But as we all know, sometimes the truth

is stranger than fiction.

I wanna dedicate this podcast and every podcast

to my angels in the sky.

My beautiful mother Penelope and my father Richard,

the bravest man I've ever met.

As my dad would say,

"Let's have a good evening and keep on believing."

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