Encounter

- Use lethal force if necessary.

Move in!

- On the floor! - It's mine!

- He's got a gun! - It chose me!

- Drop your weapon, sir! - I won't let you take it!

We've got the pod.

- It is another balmy Georgia night

with temperatures in the low 80s.

Hopefully you're increasing the heat personally

here Augusta with someone special.

Hey, if you're by yourself,

Bo Christine here sending this one out to you on 95 Rock.

She left me.

Does that really surprise you?

No, I guess not.

- Which girl are we talking about here?

Rachel or the new girl from Reinhardts?

Rachel.

Because of that new girl from Reinhardts.

Amen to that, brother.

Rachel never liked me anyway, so...

Good riddance.

Aw, that's not true.

She liked you a lot, bro.

Please, please!

She was always bothered by me.

- Everyone's bothered by you, Marcus.

We just tolerate you.

Did you know that?

Well, I know now.

I mean, at least I get a free beer out of it.

But you know what, you gotta stop being so damn cheap

and get us some real beer instead of this piss-water.

I'm on a budget.

- What's it like having your wife

wear the pants of the family?

- I don't see you workin' neither.

I'm self-employed!

- Just another word for unemployed.

Shit.

What are you laughing at?

Last decent job you had was cracking the skulls

of horny lowlifes at Crazy Eight's.

Will and I had a good laugh about that one.

Speaking of which,

you have any thoughts or plans

on what you gonna do with 'em?

- We already had this conversation.

We're not having it again.

- I'm just concerned, that's all.

I know you're concerned.

You've made that very clear, over and over again.

- Look, all I'm saying is the current situation

might be making it worse.

Mopin' and paintin' all day.

Maybe he might benefit from going to see a therapist.

There you go again, Marcus!

We're done talking about it, okay?

Terry!

Teresa!

Hey, what's up?

I just...

Oh.

- Yeah, I'm sorry. - It's okay.

- I just dropped the bottle.

Yeah you did.

You're burning the midnight oil tonight.

Did I wake you?

- Uh, no, I just got home from work

about a half hour ago.

Late shift, huh?

Tonight was my last night.

Her regular caregiver is back from vacation tomorrow morning

so I have a bit of a break

before I go back to my regular shift.

- I'm sure the overtime doesn't hurt either, right?

No, thank God for that.

Hey, get out!

- Look, I'm sorry to bother you anyway.

It's totally fine.

I was reading, it's not a big deal.

Besides, I can't really sleep until Brent gets home.

Especially when he's out with the boys.

Yeah.

He's been doing that a lot lately.

- Yeah, he's got a lot on his mind.

- Hey, you got a picture of this new girl?

I don't think I know her.

Course you do.

It's the redhead from last Tuesday night.

Man, that's too steep.

- I'll show you a picture, trust me, you'll remember her.

Timeline, hold on a sec.

Signal's for shit out here.

I got zero service.

- Your cellphone carrier's just like Brent's beer.

Cheap. - Hey!

Good Lord!

What the hell?

Was that a plane?

That's too small for a plane.

Let's go, let's go!

Hey, cooler, cooler!

I told you it wasn't a plane.

- Either of you getting any service?

We should call the police, shouldn't we?

Don't worry about it.

What the hell is it?

- Can you feel that heat?

Oh yeah.

Grab the cooler.

We'll ice it down.

You better stand back.

No problem.

On three.

One, two, three.

What the hell was that?

Is it a satellite?

- Since we're both awake, do you want a rematch?

So you can win back those Oreos

you so poorly, embarrassingly lost to me?

That was pathetic.

No, I'm just gonna stay up.

I'm gonna finish this I think.

What are you working on?

- I thought it'd be nice to paint her younger, you know?

Thought Jess would like that.

Maybe I could give it to her in person, you know?

- Do you know what Jess would really like,

well, is-- - What, Terry, what?

What would she like?

- Over there. - Is everything okay?

- Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?

Hey, hey, hey, stop!

What are you guys doing?

- We need a table, bro, we need a table.

Yo, yo, yo, come on!

What is going on?

You guys are scaring me.

- You might want to grab your inhaler.

Why do I need my inhaler?

- We brought you back a little something.

- This had better be good. - We might have another--

Ow!

What?

- I said we might have another one.

What, this soon?

Tell me you're joking.

- When have you ever known me

to have a sense of humor?

Where?

Augusta, Georgia.

Atlanta has already sent a team to lock down the site

and set up a field office.

All right.

Give me a half hour.

- So wait, you didn't call the police?

We couldn't get a signal.

No one's calling the police.

Okay, but what if it's a--

What if it's what?

A satellite, a piece of a rocket,

a piece of the International Space Station?

It's definitely none of those things, I can tell you that.

How do you know?

- I watch the Discovery Channel, Terry!

Religiously.

- We should still try and figure it out,

I mean, there's a chance it could be dangerous, right?

Will could be right.

What if there's some kind of disease on there,

radiation or something?

- Well if that's the case, we're already screwed.

We're already screwed?

I didn't wash my hands.

Did you guys wash your hands after you touched it, or...

No, I didn't...

- John, he's messing with you, just relax.

You're a douchebag.

- You know, we did find it though,

so there's gotta be something to that.

You mean like money?

Maybe.

So before we do anything stupid, like calling the cops,

we need to figure this all out.

Are we agreed?

Yeah, sure.

John?

Yeah, yeah, I guess.

So what do we do?

- You know, maybe we should all get some sleep.

You guys want to go home, or you want to crash here?

I'd rather stay.

You know, protect our investment.

- It's a good point, me too, I guess.

- Okay, well, Terry will set you up in the living room.

Are you guys serious?

How are you gonna be able to sleep?

I mean there's a whatever-this-is sitting right here.

- I guess you've got first watch, then.