“The physics are impossible,” Sam said.

“A sixteen-ounce paint can swinging on ten feet of rope reaches twenty-two miles an hour at the bottom of the arc.

It would break a man’s collarbone.”

Ethan looked at the neat line of numbers written in blue ink on Sam’s graph paper.

“I saw that movie in a theater when I was eight years old,” Ethan said.

“I thought it was the funniest thing I had ever seen.”

“Did you watch it with your dad?” Sam asked.