Cut to beach scene. A younger Don's on a beach towel in Venice Beach, California. The weather's perfect: a breeze blows gently in off the waves. Apparently it's the early fifties, since women walk by on the beach with one-piece swimming suits in the style of that period. Behind on the street, people are roller skating and early fifties cars are going up and down the street. Don's with a boy, apparently his younger brother. He calls Don "Jethro".
Don's Brother: Aw Jethro, why don't you just come on back home? This plan's plumb crazy!
Don (hissing the words): Quit calling me Jethro. I told you. It's Don. Don Curtainer. You keep doing that, and I'll make you wish you hadn't!
Don's Brother: OK, ok. So it's "Don". And I'm Abraham Lincoln!
Don: The main thing is, you've gotta get out of here. I've got things to do!
Don's Brother: Like what? (he makes an up and down motion with his hand)
Don: That's it! I'm outta here. (Don get's up, grab's his towel, and walks up the beach fast. His brother stays behind.
Don's Brother: That's it, Jethro! Run fast! Just like you always do.
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