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to some old woman,

you know?

C-conan, have you told

this to anyone else?

Uh-uh, only you.

Uh-uh, only you.

Which wasn't exactly true.

In fact,

it wasn't true at all.

You remember that conan

was my archenemy?

Well, Raymond had

his own Lex Luthor.

Norman link

and his wife Judy

had their own store

across town.

They weren't

hard-core comic fans.

Norman realized

that there was money

to be made in comics,

especially if you

stocked a variety of cards

and games

and stickers and crap

that encouraged mothers

to bring in their kids.

And that's why

Raymond hates them.

And that's why

Raymond hates them.

He feels there's

no real love for comics,

neither Norman or his wife.

Norman, in turn,

hates Raymond as

a professional rival.

I think words

were even exchanged once

when they were

at a stop sign

and they both thought

they had the right of way.

I never go into the place.

I have Raymond,

so why would I?

But little did

ray and I know

that conan...

He liked to switch-hit.

Which is why,

earlier that same day...

Do you know a guy

named David cresswell?

And that's our cast

of four-color characters.

No, wait.

There's one more.

The reason

I almost forgot him

is that

I didn't know this guy

when it all started.

None of us did

except Raymond,

and even his association

was from a long time ago.

And even his association

was from a long time ago.

Here he is...

J. C. Carter.

Though what

the j and the c stand for

though what

the j and the c stand for

are as mysterious

as the shadow.

And as you can see

at this moment in time,

the last thing

on his mind is comic books.

Hello?

Archie, hey.

Hey, what are you doing?

Babylon 5

is on.

It's a repeat.

It's a repeat.

So?

So don't you have

the week off work?

Yep, my boss

is making me take it.

So what are

you going to do with it?

I don't know.

I'll probably re-bag

part of my collection

and practice

how to make the perfect

grilled-cheese sandwich.

Hey, um, how'd you like

to spend tomorrow

driving around with me?

It's probably nothing.

No, we can't afford it.

Ok, well,

it's probably nothing,

so don't worry about it.

Well, why are

we bothering

if it's nothing?

Because maybe

it is something.

Because maybe

it is something.

Then we

should worry.

Can--

Norman.

Look, rumors like this one

drip down from

the clouds every few years.

The big collection.

You start hearing about

30, 40, 50 years of comic books

kept pristine

in a basement or a warehouse.

Usually it turns out

to be bullcrap.

50 years

of so-called collecting

turns out to be

a year of

Archie comics

in a cardboard box.

Turns out to be

a year of

Archie comics

in a cardboard box.

Or there's

a few old comics,

but the rats and the damp

have gotten to them.

So why bother?

Because you never know.

There was a collection once.

"The mile-high collection"

they call it now.

The man that found it

built a mini-empire

of comic-book stores

in Colorado and abouts.

Norman,

we can't afford to be

buying collections.

Our quarterly taxes

are due next week.

I know it.

Say, you want pizza tonight?

I want a baby.

Gee, I don't know

if I can get that

as a topping, honey.

How about, uh, sausage?

You bastard.

Say, where's the phone book?

The number for

the pizza store

is on the refrigerator.

No, I'm thinking

there can't be too many

cresswells in town, right?

Hey, I'm leaving.

I want to take a bath.

Ohh, nice.

Can I watch?

No, you can't.

I want an hour

to myself,

I want an hour

to myself,

so don't come over yet.

Ok.

So what are

you going to do?

Finish up here.

Oh, will you

grab something

on your way over?

What?

I'm making you

a meal tonight.

Macaroni and cheese?

No,

I'm making a roasted

vegetable omelette,

and I got everything.

I just need, uh...

Red and yellow

sweet peppers.

Honey?

Huh?

Can you get them?

Yeah, yeah.

Green and yellow peppers.

No, red.

No, red.

Red and yellow peppers.

Ok, I'll get 'em.

Thanks.

Oh, and, uh,

Cheryl said that she saw

Tony here earlier,

but I must have

been backstage.

I've been here hours.

I haven't seen him.

Just be careful,

all right?

Right.

I love you, booby.

Hey!

don't you love me?

You know it, honeysuckle.

Mr. Carter?

Been a while.

Oh, hi, Tony.

How you doing?

How or who,

which did you say?

How.

Ah...

'Cause if you'd

asked me who,

then I'd have to tell you

that I'm not doing anyone.

But you're doing

someone, though.

Come on, Tony.

We've been

through all this.

Your ex-wife

is just that--

your ex.

Your ex-wife

is just that--

your ex.

I didn't

break you guys up.

You were around.

Who are these guys?

My friends.

Didn't bring

any of your buddies?

No, I'm, uh...

More of a loner.

don't hurt me.

Please, Carter.

I'll leave you alone.

I promise. I promise.

Oh, yeah?

Well, what makes you think

I don't enjoy

our time together, huh?

Hmm?

Hmm?

You f***!

Now,

the new day didn't begin

with a glorious dawn

marking the start

of some grand adventure.

There was one cresswell

listed in the phone book,

no Mr. or Mrs.

alongside it,

so we didn't know

what we'd find

when we got there.

Not me. Not Raymond...

Not me. Not Raymond...

Not Norman.

M-m-Mrs. cresswell?

They're around the back.

What are?

My bottles.

It's about time the city

came and got 'em.

Your bottles?

Yes, I've even

sorted them into

clear and colored.

I've done all

the work for you.

A little

old lady like me,

you ought to be

ashamed of yourselves.

No, I'm--I'm not here

for your bottles,

Mrs. cresswell,

no, I'm--I'm not here

for your bottles,

Mrs. cresswell,

I'm not with the city.

I--I had a, uh,

a city job once, but...

I was actually--

I was wondering

if I might have

a word with you.

Look, if you're

a jehovah's witness,

you're wasting

your time,

because I've made

my peace with god,

and I don't

want to change

the way I say

good morning

and good night to him

at this late date.

No, no, no. I'm not here

about god, either.

Then what

can I do for you?

Well, you, um...

Well, you, um...

You had a son, right?

He was 65

and still living

with his mom.

He enjoyed

his life, though.

He never went out.

Not after

he left his job.

Ah, a pleasant

retirement nonetheless.

No, disability.

He slipped at work.

He said there was

grease on the floor.

I think

he was just so fat

that he fell over.

I think

he was just so fat

that he fell over.

But don't get me wrong.

don't get me wrong.

I loved my boy.

I know you did.

So he--he stayed here?

He watched videos,

and he ate ribs

and apple pie,

and that was his life.

Hmm.

I came down one morning

and found him dead

from the night before.

Tragic. What a shame.

Yeah, I can see

the tears in your eyes.

Now, what do you want?

Dave--David was

a collector, right?

Yeah.

Comic books?

Yeah, most of his life.

Do you still have them?

Sure, sure. I have

everything of David's.

See, I'm a bit

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