The Young and Prodigious T.S. Spivet Page #4

You too!

Dr. Clair...

this time, you can't stop me.

And what is the reason

behind this embargo?

T.S., Do you know where this smell of

those marvellous sausages comes from?

It's from a smell factory,

on the New Jersey Turnpike.

It was carefully designed

and artificially synthesized

to maximize their desirability.

Do you like it one?

A drink with that?

Sure, Is that included?

Yeah, sure.

I'm gonna give you straw.

and one of my best hot

dogs, I hope you like it.

Hi Marj.

I want you to look at this.

Some kid out of Montana

ran away or got himself

kidnapped or something.

Can I know where to put that?

- Hmm.. just put up on the board.

- Thanks

I know someone who ain't

gonna be happy with you...

your mom!.

Just kiddin', young man.

But if you eat a hot dog before your dinner,

you ain't gonna hungry for the soup she made ya.

I don't hav a mother

around. My parents are dead.

You take care little guy.

You see what happens

to kids that go astray?

My son!

You have been kidnapped?

Oh! Thank God! What a relief.

Baby, baby, you know, you're right,

I've been wasting my

time certain cicindele...

Son, we still got a

situation with the creek.

You're spot on with that covert.

What you say come right back, and,

and we work on your plans together.

T.S., you have to come home 'cause you

said you'll make my Halloween costume.

Com'on baby!.

May be somewhere in one of these houses

a boy just woke up from

the sound of my train.

Maybe he is wondering

what it would be like to climb

aboard and cross the desert.

God' I just want to

switch places with him

and just watch the train

go awaying to the unknown.

I had to admit it.

I was not a careless drifter,

just a tiny old boy,

who ran away from home.

Any more or less, Can I

assume be peeing on my sofa,

like when I was little

and afraid of a Jack

O'Lantern's deadly fangs.

Layton Age 6.

T.S. Age 6.

Patterns of cross talk and

directional eyelines by T.S. Spivet.

Frequency of father's

eye contact to T.S.: Nil

Why?

Is it the T.S. is more like me?

He doesn't like what I am.

He doesn't love me.

Of course he loves you!

You love each other!

If we make a baby, it means

we love each other, right?

And they had three

babies. Ain't that right?

I still catch myself haunting

to wake him up for school.

Sorry!.. Sorry.

Stopped everything?

What do you mean in a maternal

sense or a scientific one?

T.S. came to see me in my study,

for the first time since the accident.

I'm not really there for T.S. anymore...

I'm like an empty house.

Nature had vanished.

Every millimeter of landscape

was replaced by manmade constructions

ruled by the laws of geometry.

How could humans create

so many right angles

when their behavior is so

convoluted and illogical?

See you, old sea dog.

I'm sure you'll find your pine tree.

Playing hookey from kindergarten?

I'm talking to you.

No, sir.

What you got in the bag?

Spray paint? You vandalized

in snitch, you paint that silo?

I love Chicago.

What?

Are you shitting me,

snitch? Where you from?

Chernobyl.

Oh, Yeah!.. Well,

You little sh*t!

Welcome to the great state of Illinois.

And I'm sure you're gonna get to

know what really well after I book you

for tresspassing, destruction

of railroad priority.

Railroad Property.

What?

Property, You said priority.

Get in the car!

Gotch'ya!

Look, it's moving!

Ok, Snitch,.. End of the line.

Thanks for the exercise, but...

lets go.

What? What you gonna do? You gonna Jump?

Com'on. Don't make me walk over there.

Hang on, Hang on, kiddie!

Allright! Hang on,..

Don't look down... Don't look down.

Get your foot up. com'on.

Come on, You can do it, come on!

Get your foot up. You can do it.

You can do all up that,.. God!..

God!.. Oh! oh!..

Oh! you little sh*t.

You're very good!

Hey!.. You think you got away?.. huh!

Well done! Hey, over here!

You think you got away with this.. huh?

Is that what you thinking? huh..

No way, kid!

listen to... Snitch, look at me!

Look me in the eye.. What's the

matter? You don't wanna look in the eye?

Right here! I'm gonna find you!

How're doin', man?

You don't look so hot.

I'm ok.

I just fell down and hurt myself.

Where you're heading

for, like this, man?

To the Smithsonian.

Where?

D.C. is in Washington, man.

My name is Ricky.

T.S.

Put your seatbelt on, T.S.

Show me.

That's a real deal!

Hurt when you breathe?

You got maybe one, two broken ribs.

You seriously need to see a medic.

No, I'll be okay.

Tough little bugger, ain't you.

Always take two pictures of hitchhikers.

One when I pick'em up,

one when I drop'em off.

Even in the service,

I was taking pictures.

That guy,

was a hitchhiker too?

Well... Not exactly.

What do you think?

Join the army, see the

world, arresting people...

and kill'em.

The East.

Where are we?

Not far from where you are headed.

Not sure what you are looking

for, but don't change a thing.

Steady in your boots.

Good luck, man.

I'm not sure what you are looking for either,

but you will sure find your pine tree, man.

Young man?.. Are you

alright? Are you injured?

Cathy, I need information.

You look like you need

medical assistance.

I would like to speak with

Mrs. G. H. Jibsen, please.

I'm here to give a

speech tomorrow night.

What's your name?

T.S.Spivet.

Just a moment.

You're T.S. Spivet,

or your father is T.S. Spivet?

I am T.S. Spivet.

He claims to be, he

actually is T.S. Spivet.

He is 9 or 10 years older

and very, very, very...

small.

Alright, that would be

wonderful, thank you.

Miss Jibsen is on her way down.

You can have a seat over there.

You're here?

Never too far away you know.

Yeah, I know.

See!... Made it to the Smithsonian.

The worst is yet to come.

Can help you, young man?

Ms. Jibsen?

Hello.

I am T.S. Spivet. I made it here.

You're the one I talked to

in the phone, last friday?

Yes.

So, where is your father?

In fact, he is dead.

I lied to you then.

So, who sent me the

prototype of the magnet wheel?

I did.

What, you expect me to

belive that you invented it?

Not really.

I don't invent anything.

I just transposed the principle of

an electron gravitating

around the nucleus.

But as you know, to

simulate its perpetual motion

would require the creation

of a negative entropy,

which is simply not possible.

You must agree.. right?

This can't..

This can't be.. How old are you?

We're not gonna be ought to

turn him into great communicator,

but with the right clothes and some

solid talking points, no problem.

Oh, yes.. In his eyes, I am

the Scientific Authority of

everything he admires.

Okay, I'll talk to you later.

So, You need to keep him?

Nope.

But with multiple

fractures, he needs to rest.

Any abrupt movement

and not cough or laugh.

Good luck.

How do you feel?

Like that mule done kick me good.

Its my dad's expression.

You have seen as miss

your parents very much.

I'm so sorry!

So, I talked to some

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