Dogged Page #2

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It's done your brother

no good.

And I'm sure young Sam

will come back to us in time.

You must not travel

down a destructive path.

Has Daniel spoken to you

of his addiction?

No.

His path was not predetermined.

He's ill.

And he's made some terrible

decisions in his short life.

I don't want you

to do the same.

Come on.

[RUMBLING]

What?

You know,

I've missed you

since I've been away.

You've always been

my best girl, Rach.

[GASPS] Daniel.

What are you doing?

This has got to stop.

We forgave what you did

before, Daniel.

Don't push your luck.

She's your sister.

I'm sorry, mummy,

I can't help it.

What the hell

was that about

at church this morning?

Well?

Do you not realize that

your actions reflect on me?

On this family?

Well?

Kite.

Is this what you're looking for?

Yeah.

But there's more.

She went that way.

ALAN:
Right. I'm off

down to the pub.

Have a nice time, love.

- Are you coming?

- Uh, no, thanks, Dad.

Come on.

The fellas will think

I have a daughter

instead of a son

if you don't come out.

Leave him.

He's had a busy day.

Couple of beers

will do him good.

He doesn't want to.

Besides, I want to catch up

on new stories about university.

It's about time he grew up.

It's just a bunch of old men, Dad.

It's boring.

You need to get your head

out of the clouds, boy.

Get involved in real life.

I have a real life.

It's not here.

See you later. Don't wait up.

Sorry, mum, I didn't mean...

I know what you meant.

So, how is university?

[CHUCKLES] It's brilliant.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

[OWL HOOTING]

[WHISPERS] Kite.

Kite, come on.

[GRUNTS] It's caught.

[SIGHS IN RELIEF]

[LADY SHUSHES]

[GASPS] Run.

[KITE SIGHING]

- LADY:
Is that all of it?

- KITE:
Yeah, I think so.

Thinking isn't good enough.

We need to know for sure.

Yeah, I don't know

because I wasn't there.

But I think so, all right.

Fine.

Let's get out of here

before anyone sees us, yeah.

[TWIG BREAKS IN DISTANCE]

[WHISPERS] Bad magic.

Bad magic.

Bad magic.

There once was a man

from Nantucket,

who had a dick so big

he could suck it.

He looked at the glass,

he saw his own ass,

and he broke his own neck

trying to f*** it.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Yes, Father.

I'll have a sherry, please.

And a large brandy, I presume,

for the good doctor.

Come now, Donald.

It'll do you good.

And I thought

your area of expertise

was the spiritual.

"Quench not the spirit,

despise not the prophecies.

Prove all things, hold fast

that which is good.

Abstain from all forms of evil."

Your taste for that

what was landed you back

in the warm embrace of our island,

Goodman, don't forget that.

And what a lucky fellow I was

that you saved me.

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