Phantom Boy Page #2

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No more government,

no more Wall Street, nothing.

New York will be sent back to the Stone Age.

But, you can stop all this for $1 billion.

$1 billion? Are you out of your mind?

I'm warning you, you'll regret this.

I make the threats here.

I'll send you the bank account number.

Oh, my dear friends, do you smell that?

- It must be the fish I made for lunch.

- I think it's the stink of wet dog.

No, you cretins. Are you kidding me?

It's the sweet smell of success.

The sweet perfume of victory

is tickling our triumphant nostrils.

Officer down. Call the paramedics, quick.

Sir, can you hear me?

Stay with me, understand?

I saw him...

The guy they're looking for.

- I must warn the others.

- We're going to the hospital. It's okay.

It was him... The man with the broken face.

I have to go...

Don't worry, we'll take care of you.

Doctor, any news on Lieutenant Tanner?

He's in rough shape,

but only his leg is broken.

- So he'll pull through?

- We'll monitor him until he wakes up.

But he was lucky.

Had his femoral artery been damaged,

the paramedics never would've

got to him in time.

Miss Delaney? Is something wrong?

You can talk to me, you know.

Tell me what's upsetting you.

- Something's not right here.

- She can neither see nor hear you, mister.

- What's happened to me?

- Hang on. I'll show you.

This really is the craziest dream

I've ever had.

It's not a dream. Look.

Is that me?

I mean, is that really me?

Look. Look at my hand. Are you seeing this?

You've been a phantom for too long.

Hurry up, or you won't make it back.

- But what do I do?

- It's easy.

- What happened? Where am I?

- How are you feeling?

- Did you get them?

- Calm down...

- Three men and a vicious mutt.

- You're in the hospital.

- I saw the man with the broken face.

- I'll get a doctor.

But I can't stay here.

I have to arrest those men.

Are you listening to me?

I need to go back right away.

- Dino, it's time to go. Leo's waiting.

- I'm ready.

That smells really good, Daddy.

Thanks, Titi. He'll like it.

I know he'll love it.

- Hello, Leo. Did you sleep well?

- Not really. I feel sick.

That's normal. It's because of the treatment.

As the doctor told you yesterday,

I need to take a blood sample

for your tests, okay?

You're such a brave boy.

Will they look at my blood

under a microscope?

Not only that. There are lots

of other tests for this illness.

That's it, all done.

I'll get out of your hair now.

See you later, Leo.

- Hi, Leo.

- Titi, are you all by yourself?

Mommy and Daddy are talking to the doctor.

Here, I drew you a picture.

It's when you fly.

That's a great picture, Titi.

It's exactly like that.

But, Leo, why can't I see you for real

when you fly?

No one can see me. That's why it's a secret.

- Hello, darling.

- Hi, Mom.

Look, Leo, I made your favorite dish.

Spaghetti with eggplant and Parmesan.

- Sorry, Dad, but I'm not very hungry.

- No problem. Maybe later.

- I've brought you a new detective novel.

- Thanks, Mom.

Are you feeling better, Leo?

Can you show me how sick you feel?

I'll get you something for the pain.

Your pasta will get cold.

I'm not hungry. It's a shame because

my dad's pasta is the best in the world.

What now? I asked not to be disturbed.

I'm sorry, it's Lieutenant Tanner again.

He insists on talking to you. He won't quit.

Okay, put him on.

Tanner, why are you still bothering me?

Aren't you in the hospital?

I've been trying to reach you for hours.

I know where the disfigured man is.

Let the real police do their job for once.

Get off the line. I have work to do.

I found him and his gang

in the port last night. Listen to me.

No, you listen to me.

This is a serious matter.

And we certainly don't need your help.

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...

- Is that a countdown for the camera?

No, it's to calm myself down.

If you're still alive at 10,

you'll know it worked.

Ladies and gentlemen,

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

This rag says I am a madman.

It drags me through the mud.

But your hearts will open up

when you learn the sad story of my life.

- You see, my face was...

- Cut.

- What now?

- We have a problem with the decor.

I'm tired of keeping my arms in the air.

- I've tortured people for less.

- Stay focused, boss. You can do it.

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