Forever Young Page #3

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. . .8, 7. . . .

l'm burning up!

lt burns! lt burns!

You all right?

l've got my guys on it around the clock.

What can l do for you?

Give this to Samuels.|He's out front in the trailer.

Thank you.

Roger. Computers one, two, three.|Ready.

Activating the turbopower speed booster.

Prepare for radioactive energy.

Okay. How low are we?

-The needle says 65.|-47!

Ready to raise the periscope?

Ready to raise periscope.

A leak! Emergency!

What now?

Tighten the oxygen.

Oh, my God!

Careful!

lt's cold.

Look!

-He's cold too.|-Think he's dead?

Get me out of this thing!

We went in and this metal thing opened|with a dead guy inside!

Just shut up!

l swear! He was really cold|and he grabbed me and took my jacket!

You know, if l was cold,|l'd take your jacket also.

Shut up! You're both pathetic!

Shut up!|Look, l am the boss in this car.

Me! l am!

And the boss says, shut up!

This isn't just the finest excuse you've|ever come up with for losing a jacket?

lt'd be a great excuse, but it's the|truth. This frozen guy was there!

l saw him too.|And l was there and l saw him!

l'm sure this gentleman's|in there for a reason.

Finish your peas.

l. . .

. . .would like. . .

. . .Richmond 3. . .

. . .4. . .

. . .2. . .

. . .please.

Excuse me?

Richmond 3-4-2.

Please. l'd like. . .

. . .to speak. . .

. . .to Harry Finley.

Harry Finley, please.

Sir, you're missing 2 digits.|You need 7 digits, you only gave me 5.

Oh, brother!

There's no one here by that name.

Then l need to talk|to someone else in charge.

Sir, l'm sorry,|but l can't let you in here. No way.

l know how l must look to you, okay?

Believe me, l wouldn't let me in here|either, if l was you.

l must ask you to leave the premises.

My name is Captain Daniel McCormick.

Serial number 2-4-1. . .

. . .9-8-8-5-3-9.

l know your name too.

Now, you look like a nice kid.

But if you don't get your supervisor|out here now to talk to me. . .

. . .l will make sure you pull guard duty|for the rest of your military career!

Have you got that? Have you got that?

You say it was registered as|Project B, which stands for Buford?

Yes, that was the name of the. . .

. . .chicken.

That Finley first tested?

That's correct.

You woke up last night in the warehouse|that we're tearing down?

l know it sounds crazy, but. . . .

A little.

Who was your supervising officer?

Boyle. Major David E. Boyle.

l went where Harry used to live.|Now it's a place called Ralph's there.

l see.

We don't keep records that far back. . .

. . .but our scientists|would be fascinated.

-This is classified information?|-Right, Harry told no one.

Not even his employees knew.

Just Harry and l.|And l told one other person, but. . . .

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