Forever Young Page #2

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Any good?

-You're good company.|-She said, yawning.

-l'm not.|-You were about to.

Sorry.

Sorry about dinner.|l just tend to burn things.

No, it wasn't really burned.

Just, you know, well-done.

lt was significantly,|dramatically well-done.

We'll do it again.

Anytime. l know the maitre d' .

See you at the hospital, okay?

Air show this weekend, right?

You can invite John if you want.

Maybe.

We'll see.

'Night.

What's this?

lt's parking.

l thought we were going home.

Chill out, freak!|l got to drop something off.

Unlike you, l have responsibilities.

But Mom said to take us home. Directly.

That's a real nice story, Felix.

But Mom and Dad are in Vegas|and l'm not.

You move from this car,|and l swear to God. . .

. . .one day l'll put a|poisonous snake in your bed.

D*ckhead!

l don't think we can work|within that time frame.

We'll have to postpone construction|another week.

And that's at the least.|We're sorting through a lot of stuff.

l can keep you updated.

Oh, man!

Check it out!

Race you to the end?

Hurry, we got 10 seconds left.

Hurry! 10, 9. . .

. . .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. . . .

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.

They got a form. Takes like six weeks.

This is urgent.|l need to find this man today.

lt's a matter of life and death for me.

Please.

Who? Harry who?

Finley. Harry Finley.

That'd make him pretty old.

Yeah, l guess it would.

All right.

l have a friend. He works|at a locator service in San Antonio.

Let me see what he can do.|lt might take a few days.

lt's okay.

lf you call me here tomorrow after 12,|that's when l get in.

Ask for me, Debbie.

l put my home number on there too.|Just in case.

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