Forever Young Page #4

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Who?

She's dead.

l'll call security.

Swell!

Can l have a cigarette?

Me.

l got something here|l think you should do something about.

l think you should probably meet.

He says he was in a metal capsule|in our warehouse for many years.

Come over with some men. Pronto!

Because l think it's going to be. . .

. . .maybe a. . . .

lt's going to be. . . .

Sam? Hold on one sec.

Cancel it, Sam.

l'm not lying!

You're lying.

l swear. He said he'd never seen|so many cavities in one mouth.

He wanted to send a sample|of my saliva to a university.

Your saliva!

Give it to me.

Nat Cooper?

lt's the dead guy!

The dead guy!

Give me that! Give me that bat!

l won't kill you.

l'm not going to kill you, okay?|l won't kill you.

l just want to know|how l got this jacket.

All right.

All right!

We went to the warehouse|with Felix's brother, Steven.

And we were playing in there.

And we saw that metal thing|and thought it was a submarine.

And we opened it up somehow|and you were inside.

Right?

There were no guards?

No doctors?

No, sir.

Just junk.

Junk.

Hello, l was looking for a gentleman|named Harry Finley.

He used to live in this area.

l thought you might be related to him.

Thanks anyway, ma'am.|Thanks. Goodbye.

Do you fellas do this a lot? Mess with|classified military experiments?

No, sir. This is the first time.

My name's Nat. This is Felix.

What's yours?

You want me to steal you some clothes|from Dad's closet?

Hello, sir.

Excuse me.

He said, ''Leave a message,''|then squealed.

Hi, this is Nat. l'm looking for a guy|named Harry Finley.

lf you know where to find him,|please call me at 555-2368.

Thank you.

Answering machine.

Machine?

l'm talking to a machine. What the heck|happened to the last 50 years?

l use this for my history.|l got a B minus.

lt goes fast. . .

. . .like this, or go slow.|Zoom in. Look at that.

Hold it!

What do you do, anyway?|Like for a job?

What's your job?

Test pilot.

-He's a pilot!|-We found a pilot!

l'm in the library on a Saturday.|She'll think l'm a geek.

She's in here too.

Oh, yeah.

Look, just go talk to her.

Just do it.

Hey, Alice. . .

. . .nice dress.

Thanks.

Looks like wallpaper.

Good wallpaper.

No problem.

Bitchin' nail polish.

Looks like blood.

How's your summer going?

Fine, so far.

l'm just here doing some reading.|Little Women.

lt's good!

l had a huge bike accident.

Really?

Thrashed my bike. Thrashed.|Totally thrashed.

l got a big cut too.

Going to be a big scab.

But l won't pick.

That's cool.

Thanks.

Well, l got to go.

See you.

Cool.

l'm a geek.

You must write the National Personnel|Center, they deal with military records.

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