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FRED (cont’d) baby. I know he don’t mean the shit, he knows I don’t. VAL Fred, Ben’s a little more serious than you might think. I mean I’ve known him longer than you. FRED Babe. Don’t tell me how to be bros with my bro. I got it. VAL Okay, well, the exterior character of your broness is a little negative. All I’m sayin. Especially on the thing in Colorado. I mean, he really thinks that was-FRED Right. Do you? VAL I dunno, poochie, I mean, don’t you? Something happened. FRED And what about this one? The sea monster? The ghost? VAL I really don’t know. FRED Come on. I mean the ghost especially. It’s obviously an old ass folk tale, the old man’s a crackpot. VAL Honey--I don’t know. There’s a story in it either way. Fred nuzzles her, and the two start making out. INT. BEN’S ROOM. NIGHT. Ben laying in bed, stares at his phone. In the background, doughy shrieky sounds of Fred and Val having sex. Text reads: DR. MENDELSOHN: NEED YOUR PAGES. CALL ME.