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(Karl is in Jack's car, outside his own apartment. He's still responding with flusterment
to Jack's casual proposition. Suddenly, Jack looks cranky, and points a finger at Karl.)
KARL:Heheh! Well, uh,
if I was-- if we were
gonna do something
like that I’d--I’d just
want it to be, like
special? --And um, not like...
JACK: Hey Karl.
(Close-up of Jack's eye, wide with hypnotizing powers.)
(Karl is knocked out and Jack looks very annoyed.)
JACK:Phew, that was
(Time for a bite? Jack's fangs are out, but...)
(Karl is resurrected, dazed, and Jack has calmed his rage to a smolder.)
JACK: Wake up.
KARL: Huh? Oh--oh man,
(Jack makes a passable genial expression and hands Karl a business card. Karl looks mildly surprised, still out of it?)
JACK: Here’s my card,
we can stay in touch.
(Close-up of Jack's business card: Jack Whitechapel, Event Promoter.)
Did you get
(Jack isn't looking Karl in the eye as the human gets out of his car. Karl seems excited about Jack's world of subterfuge.)
JACK: No, Jack Ballard
KARL: Ohhhh! I get it.
Going into hiding.Don’t people
usually leave the
(Karl stands a moment in the door of Jack's car, smiling as he talks. Jack is still avoiding his eyes.)
I’m really happy
we met again.
I’ll make it
up to you.
(Harlan at night, with a smattering of snow in the trees.)
(The exterior of what was once a medium-fancy building, now looks like a cheap hospital or university building.)
JACK: (in voice-over) Yeah I’m outside the lobby,
I’ll wait for you.
(Jack is sitting in his car, on the phone with someone.)
JACK: Hold on sweetie,
I’m getting a text.
(Close up of Jack's phone with a message and photo of young Jack and Karl, posing with tongues out, having fun.)
KARL'S MESSAGE: Found this on my old phone,
thought you might like
to see it. <3 Karl
(Jack slams his head on the car horn in frustration.)
JACK: Just-just NO! AGHH!