Phantom Boy Page #4

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If you call me once more I will go there

personally and stuff that phone in your face.

I've been looking for you everywhere.

You're in no state to be running around.

- Are you going to chew me out as well?

- Take this.

And I'm warning you.

I'm tired of chasing after you.

Hello, mister, I'm Leo. You're a cop, right?

The nurses told me.

Those nurses talk too much.

I have a real New York cop in front of me.

Wow!

Listen, kid, you seem nice,

but I'm not in the mood.

Wait, don't we know each other?

I feel as though we've met before.

I'm on the fifth floor. I came down

as soon as I knew there was a cop.

I'm sure I've seen you before.

There are all sorts of things

I've always wanted to know.

Do you have a gun?

Have you arrested lots of robbers?

I want to be a cop when I'm older.

The police academy is awesome, right?

Listen, kid, I don't have time for this.

Do they teach you how to look for clues?

And when you put the siren on, is it true...

Stop. My leg is so messed up

you can bend it the wrong way,

my moron of a boss takes me for an idiot,

and on top of all that, I'm saddled

with your questions? No, thanks.

I'm sorry, mister.

I didn't mean to bother you.

I was just so happy to meet an actual cop.

Wait, kid. It's my fault.

I'm having a bad day, that's all.

Let's start again. Ask me a question.

No, if you're too tired...

No, go on.

Wait. I'm not kidding,

I've seen you before, haven't I?

It was in a dream. You know what?

You'll laugh,

but we were flying through the hospital.

Really? You remember? That's awesome.

Calm down. It was just a dream.

No, it was real. It was me.

I helped you wake up.

I often do that with people who are sick.

So you're telling me my dream actually

happened? The flying and everything?

Yes. We flew through the walls together,

and I took you back to your body.

You know, I think I prefer your questions

about the police.

Ladies and gentlemen,

New York has a king, and that king is me.

It is time for you

to get to know your monarch.

Don't believe

what you see written in this rag.

I am perfectly sane.

Boss?

I will start with the tragedy that resulted

in the disfigurement of my face.

- Boss?

- What?

You started too soon.

I didn't have time to turn the camera on.

There, I've done it. You can start.

- You can start, boss.

- I've lost my concentration now.

Take your time. We're rolling, boss.

- We're rolling.

- Stop it. This isn't a Spielberg movie.

My friends, this is the sad and

enlightening story of how I lost my face.

Cut. I'm cutting you there, boss.

You said "my friends", not "ladies and

gentlemen." They're not your friends.

Action.

- One, two, three...

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