Don't Think Twice Page #9

very convenient, so...

- Oh, my god. Of course.

- Yeah, buddy, absolutely, man.

Thanks for letting me and Liz and

Rodrigo crash in the guest room.

Yeah, no sweat, man.

He has your eyes, you know?

Not my biological son.

I don't know.

You look pretty Brazilian.

Yeah, and the consistency

of the hair is uncanny.

"Thank you."

Aw, man.

That is entirely unacceptable.

He's dead.

That's a dead man

you're mocking.

"Thank you."

Um, I just called a car

to come get Jack,

bring him to the train station.

We'll wait outside for that, and then after

that, I can show you guys the theater.

Oh, yeah?

What's the theater?

Well, my dad actually bought

this old porn theater,

and we're gonna fix it up,

turn it into an improv space.

Yeah, we're gonna

teach and have shows.

We're actually doing a show

for data's graphic novel.

- Oh!

- You finished it.

- Yeah.

- That a girl.

Well, that's you, Jack. Yeah.

Well, here we go, guys.

Bye, Jack.

See ya.

Have a good one.

See ya soon.

Bye, buddy.

You know, I think maybe I'll go

to the theater with you guys.

How about that?

No.

It's the last train

to New York. Get on it.

You know

you're cutting it close.

We love you, pal.

All right, I'll see

you Monday at work.

Billy.

Got your back.

Bye.

Wow.

Come on!

Well, it needs a lot of

work, but it's ours.

We get to program

the whole thing,

and we're just gonna try to find some,

like, local kids who are hungry,

try to build a scene

here in town, you know?

Has anyone had

a particularly hard day?

You.

I...

- I buried my dad.

- Oh!

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