Martian Child Page #2
Hi, Sophie, how you doin'?
Not bad.
You good?
Good.
Didn't expect
to see you back here.
Yeah, I wanted to bring
the kid some sun block.
Oh.
What was that?
It's his Polaroid.
There's no film in it.
He's just... ha...
likes taking pictures.
Hmm.
Just as a point of interest...
what made you think
I'd be a good match...
for a boy who spends
most of his time in a box?
He thinks
he's from another planet.
Yah! Aah!
Aah!
Yah! Unh!
- Cut!
- Looks great.
Looks great, guys.
Thank you.
- We're going in.
- So, buddy, what do you think?
Where is the pathos?
What?
Dude, where is the pathos?
The Earl of Dracoban is dying.
- This is a guy...
- Buddy!
Who has fought his way
across the galaxy.
Lastupon... Lastupon
was a blue dwarf
that became a red giant.
It's the red dwarf phase
of the giant.
What are you talk...
Look, I don't know
what I'm talkin' about.
But this I do know...
I see a production that is
honoring the world of your book.
Really,
takin' it very seriously.
That's what I see.
- Speaking of your book...
- Aah!
Guess who I got
a call from today.
Your publisher, our publisher.
- Tina.
- Tina.
Did she ask you how The Revenge
of Dracoban is coming?
No, she shouted it.
Ah.
You know what the problem is?
When I wrote the novel...
there's this giant massacre
at the end and everybody dies.
- I know.
- All the characters are dead.
I know. I sold it.
It's a problem.
That's great.
Let's move on
to the master scene.
What am I gonna tell Tina?
Tell Tina that somewhere in
the deepest, darkest bowels...
of Castle Zeptar,
the earl's necromancers...
are bringing him back
to life against his will...
if that's possible.
Is that any good?
Sure.
Lighting!
Good morning! Your sword!
Move ahead!
David,
and, hello, earth to David.
A kid who sits
in a box all day...
is a giant red flag,
all right?
It's like the equivalent
of buying a used car...
and ignoring the oil spill
in the driveway.
You know, for a non-writer
you're becoming the queen...
- of the muscular analogy.
- Okay.
Listen, the thing about kids...
and I wouldn't trade
mine for the world...
is that they keep comin'
at you, all right?
They're...
They're like mosquitoes...
suckin' the life out of you.
They take away your life,
your privacy, your identity.
You should work
for Planned Parenthood.
You joke.
You forget that whole shelf-full
of books you wrote...
or your knowledge
of California wines...
or that you ever
ran a marathon.
All right,
here's the thing, Liz.
I never ran a marathon.
I don't want
to run a marathon.
I want to do something
meaningful, you know?
And I get all
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