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There's a Carl in the bar.

Wary, somewhat nervous-He tried to call Jack and-surprise the phone was busy.

So he's come here looking for him.
But he's up for finding anybody.

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Carl thinks of the dinosaurs on skull island and laughs.

"Next you're gonna tell me kid, that they've made fake dinosaurs."

He'd love to see it all the less but still nearly becoming a brontosaurus pancake did nothing for him...

Mark smirks. "Yup. A film called Jurassic Park All about dinosaurs. They did it with machinery, I think."

Carl snorts, "Machinery?" Having seen dinosaurs in reality-or at least his reality-he feels he's qualified to judge, "I bet it moved slow like that fella Harryhausen's stuff. Claymation and machinery shouldn'ta gone far but if they did..."

He considers this, "...Do you make any documentaries with that kind of stuff? Dinosaurs and robots and fake things?"

"Actually, it was rather good, from what I remember." He shrugs. "Won a few awards, I think." Or maybe it didn't. Mark's memory's a bit vague.

He laughs. "Oh, no no no. I film what I see. The last film I made, I filmed my friends acting crazy. I'm working sorta on one about the homeless in New York, but it's not really coming together." He pauses. "I don't like a whole bunch of effects. Sure, I love to watch them, but in my own stuff, I prefer reality."

"You wanna talk real?" Carl's grinning, "Cannibals in New Guinea." He grumbles goodnaturedly, "The director I was working under my first time out had this whole sensational idea about it-playin' um up. I wanted to portray them realistically and the fella ended up winning an award."

He's unapologetic about tooting his own horn, "There's magic in reality, giving the world a taste of that is what I live for."

Hence the monkey.

"Here." Carl fishes a playbill out of his pocket. On the front in big letters is emblazoned KONG. With a picture of an ape.

and inside? a photograph of the actual monkey.

"Whaddya think of that?"

Mark beams. "Oh, I totally know what you mean. Real life's getting more like fiction each day. It films itself most of the time. Hell, keeping a camera in the loft where I live has gotten me some of my better footage, as strange as that sounds."

He takes the playbill, and stares at it, holding both it and the photo gingery. Careful, boy. Swallowing back the comments he wants to make, he can't help but gape a bit. "This is your picture? He's -real-? Holy crap that must be a sight to see."

"That he is." There's a note of pride in Carl's voice, "Strangest story ever how we got him, He's got a picture deal comin' up but for now we're putting him on Broadway-"

And Carl's voice cracks a little at that, but he continues, "King Kong, the Eighth Wonder of the world!"

The name might sound just a little familiar.

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