Days and Nights Page #2

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- Yes.

- How wonderful to meet you!

- You, too.

- Welcome.

- Happy birthday.

- Sorry again.

- Johan! - Sorry.

Oh, Herb. Come on.

Let's go sit down.

Come on. He's getting

blood everywhere.

- Ohh! Impossible.

- What happened?

- He hid and sought.

- Ow!

- Come sit down.

- Once my brother, now my son.

What did we say about

acting your age?

- That it's pointless.

- Come. Have a seat.

- Here, tilt your head back.

- I can't stand the taste of blood.

- Keep pressure on it.

- It's like I'm eating somebody.

- Does he need the hospital?

- He'll be fine. - Oh, thank God.

Steaks. Wonderful.

Peter, Doctor. Doctor, Peter.

- Oh, Louis. Nice to meet you.

- You, too.

- Excuse me. Sit tight.

- Like a lion with fresh kill.

Oh, Alex.

Sorry.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Stephen.

Oh, whoa,

you look lost.

- She... she has me in a relative pin.

- Well, that... that sounds painful.

- Hello. - Oh, Stephen,

Peter. Peter, Stephen. - Hi.

Alex, Peter.

Peter, Alex.

- Oh, there's that...

- Keep still.

- ... beautiful baby of yours...

- Ah! - ... piece of sunshine.

Aww. I understand you're expecting

another one. - We are?

Oh, Stephen is single-handedly saving

mother nature one bird at a time.

He's taken over the

entire waterfront...

...even got the county

restricting our land use.

- The neighbors love us.

- My God, what are you doing?

Keep still.

- I'm starving. Where's my son?

- Stop.

- He's up in his room.

- He's getting his movie ready.

- Movie? - Installation thing.

Whatever. - Tonight?

- You were warned.

- Supper is almost ready.

- For f***'s sake! - I need to wash.

- Oh, you got plenty of time.

- Johan. - What?

- Sort out the luggage.

- No, thank you.

- That wasn't so bad, was it?

Oh!

Sorry.

Of course, the more money they throw

at you, the less interesting it all is.

It's supposed to be a love story,

but where's the happy ending?

I love it.

- Got it? - I don't get it.

- It's okay. - Ignore him.

- What are you doing?

- I'm pouring a glass of wine.

- Can he drink? - It's fine.

- Well, what about his medicine?

- What... what medicine?

- He can have some wine.

- Not like I have to ask for

permission. - I thought...

Don't.

Don't think.

So, Stephen, what exactly

is it that you do?

- Nothing.

- Dad.

I'm an ornithologist.

I've been tracking a family

of eagles who migrated

to the south side of the

property two years ago.

- That's not all that he

was tracking. - Mom.

The male abandoned,

leaving the female and her egg,

so, I've had to be

a little more involved.

- Is anyone cold? - It's a little

touch and go, actually.

- Abe would never abandon.

- Abe?

That's what he calls him...

old Abe.

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