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Okay, I'm here. What now?

... You don't have a plan, do you? Didn't think so.

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About what, exactly?

That her son is out gallivanting does God knows what. Come home, Pete.

I have a home, Nathan.

You like living alone and hours away from your family?

Come on, Nathan. The last person you want at a family dinner is a suspected terrorist.

If you turn yourself in, we can figure this out. Then you could come back to the table. Be a part of Thanksgiving again.

Right. One big happy family. Give me a break.

I'm trying here.

Tell me what you want.

I just want to live in peace.

So do I. That's why we need to figure this out.

"We" aren't going to do anything. I'll take care of it.

When we were little, you always used to get into some mess and you'd come to me to fix it. Because you knew I could and Ma would never have to find out. She never did.

We're brothers, and I've always been there for you.

I'm not a little kid anymore, Nathan. I can fix this myself. I want to fix it.

I want to help. Why won't you let me?

You wouldn't like my methods.

Try me.

... So I'm not a terrorist anymore?

I want to help you. You said you have a way to fix this.

Edited 2012-12-21 16:41 (UTC)

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