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Before they grow claws and

sharp-pointed teeth.

So what's

your story, Eddie?

What do you mean?

You know. You in town to catch

some jazz, chase the ladies?

No, no, no. I'm actually renting an

apartment about two blocks up there.

No sh*t. I'm just

around the corner.

Yeah? No sh*t.

Yeah, I'm right here.

Anton.

It was nice meeting you.

Sure.

Hey, I'm gonna

take you out.

Something like a little

welcome to the neighborhood.

I appreciate that,

but you got kids at home.

Yeah, but they live

with their mother.

I get to see them like once a month.

You know how it is.

Come on.

You'd rather drink alone?

No. No, I wouldn't.

You're on.

There you go.

Thank you.

What is he wearing?

Really?

Ew.

Are you in line?

Thanks.

After you.

Eddie! What's going on?

How are you?

I'm Edward.

Please meet Leah.

Leah? Nice to meet you.

How are you?

This is Andrea.

Andrea. Pleasure.

How are you?

You have very nice

taste in friends, Anton.

Well done.

Thank you very much.

Now, what were we talking about?

They were asking me what

you do besides trying to play ball.

Nothing. I'm retired.

How old are you?

I was born September 20, 1980,

in Phoenix, Arizona.

That's specific.

That's specific.

Very specific.

Actually, I started a company, and

then I sold it later. Doesn't matter.

Are they giving something away in there?

What's with the line?

I love this song.

I love this song.

She's incredible.

She's a guy, isn't she?

Yeah.

Are you okay?

I am. I'm fine.

I just haven't seen anything

like that in about 52 years.

You're weird.

Gorgeous.

Where are you going?

Hello.

Hello, Claire?

Yes, this is Claire.

Hello?

Who is this?

You like it when

Daddy's home? Me, too.

Hey, baby.

She's sleeping.

Daddy...

I see this little girl. She

can't be more than five or six.

And somehow I know that she's

the daughter of this woman.

Something's wrong.

She's sick.

She's expecting

me to help her.

Well, you mentioned that you

missed taking your medication.

Once.

Just one?

Yes.

Well, that would account for the

intensity of your hallucination.

No, this wasn't a hallucination.

I knew her.

Oh, yes, I understand that

it might seem that way

given your unresolved feelings

for your own daughter,

but what you're

experiencing is simply

a confused composite

of old memories

fueled by your own

very real emotions.

Now, for example,

this town with the water tower

with the pumpkin painted on it

is likely someplace

that you visited as a child.

And this Latina woman?

Well, a one-night stand long

since forgotten, I'm sure.

I never said

she was Latina.

Hmm?

I never said

she was Latina.

Hmm.

Here.

What is this?

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