Jack Page #3

Mr Woodruff,|he's got a 5:00 shadow.

I don't think he can fit in.|I wish he could.

But nobody said|it would be easy.

Jack's developed defence mechanisms just|like any child with a shortcoming does.

I appreciate what|you're trying to do...

but Brian and l,|we've seen how people react.

We've been through this before.

I just don't want Jack...

to have to face that.

Look at his eyes.

His child's eyes.

Look at his eyes|when he sees other children.

His life moves faster than ours,|and he wants to lead a full life...

and I don't think you|ought to let it pass him by.

It's not fair.

- Marco.|- Polo.

I've found you now.

- Got ya!|- Gotta touch me!

Would you two|knock it off up there!

"You better knock it off up there!"

- Marco.|- Polo.

Gotcha! You're it!

Oh, honey. Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

You know, if something's wrong,|Jackie, you can tell me.

Mr Woodruff mentioned|something today.

What, honey? Huh?

You can tell me.

Mom, am I a giant?

No, of course not!

- Where did you hear that?|- Is that why I don't go to school?

Honey, I've told you.|It's lots of things.

What things?

We'll talk about this, okay?

When?

-Well, not right now. It's time for bed.|-Time for bed.

- Brush your teeth. Put down the lid.|- Brush your teeth. Put down the lid.

Good night, Mom.

Woodruff doesn't know|what he's talking about.

If he doesn't know what|he's talking about, then why|are we paying him all this money...

to tutor Jack?

I blame him, filling Jack's head|with all these ideas of going to school.

Imagine that.

A teacher wanting a kid|to go to school, hmm?

Where do they get such ideas?

That's how we do it?

Just throw him into school?

- Mm-hmm.|- You know how children are.

They make fun of|the fat kid and...

the kid who wears glasses.

What do you think they're gonna do|to a six-foot, hairy kid?

Mom, Dad.

Jackie? You okay, honey?

- Something wrong?|- Oh, I'm okay.

Just can't sleep.|I had a scary dream.

Can I sleep in here?

Uh, yeah. Of course, buddy.

Stimpy too?

- Sure.|- Okay.

Oh. Hey. Easy.

Okay.

Hey, come on. Come on.|Come on. Come on.

- Jackie. Go to sleep.|- Okay.

- Good night, Mom.|- Good night, sweetie.

Good night, Dad.

You sure he's ready for school?

Jackie'll be fine.

It's the rest of the world|I'm worried about.

Taking a look at traffic|approaching the Bay Bridge, not too bad.

The metering lights have been|switched on at the toll plaza.

The wait begins right about|the Oakland army base right now.

Marin County is under fog,|but the driving's at the speed limit...

down and across the Golden Gate Bridge|as you make your way into the city.

That's traffic.|Back to you, Rick.

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