The Fantastic Four Page #3

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REED:

You're, you've, I mean, how have you

bee--

SUE:

Never better.

Victor sizes them up. He puts a hand on Sue's shoulder.

VICTOR:

This isn't going to be a problem, is

it?

REED:

Not at all.

SUE:

Ancient history.

Victor smiles, eyeing Sue.

VICTOR:

Good. Then you're just in time to

hear the great Reed Richards ask me

for help.

(to Reed)

You know, you made a lot of folks at

MIT feel like a junior high science

fair. So you'll excuse me if I savor

the moment.

Ben tightens. A hard beat. Reed sucks it up.

REED:

You back this mission, and I'll sign

over a fair percentage of any

applications or --

VICTOR:

The number's seventy-five. And it's

applications and patents.

BEN:

What about his first born?

REED:

(quiet)

Ben, the money's not important. We

could save lives.

Sue gives a thin smile -- a flicker of old feelings.

VICTOR:

Twenty-five percent of a billion is

enough to keep the lights on, isn't

it? Maybe even pay off your fourth

mortgage on the Baxter Building.

They look at Victor. How does he know all this...?

VICTOR (CONT'D)

Deal...?

Reed looks at Ben, who shakes his head softly no. But

Reed...drops a nod. Done. Victor smiles, offers a

handshake.

VICTOR (CONT'D)

Well then, to our future. Together.

Victor squeezes. Hard. His other hand on Sue's shoulder.

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