Estranged Page #2

Hey, I actually shot one!

Hey.

Wow.

What you been doing?

Face painting?

What are they, dear?

Morphine.

Can I have one?

You have your own medicine.

Who painted that?

Katherine did.

She did it for me

from an old photograph.

You were away so long

and you never called.

Was I really that bad?

You had your moments.

What the f*** are you doing?

She's having a hard time.

Hard times aren't exclusive.

Everybody has them.

Not everybody disowns

their family though.

Dude, she can't remember.

Dude, I remember.

She's always thought

she's too good for us.

I don't believe that.

She's always been difficult.

Nothing's changed.

She's looking for attention.

Yeah, she can be hard work,

but crippling herself

is a bit much.

No, you crippled her.

But I think she's making

the most of it.

That's sick.

You don't know

what she's really like, do you?

Hey, guess what this is?

It's a ladder.

No?

Jan?

It's nothing.

Are you sick?

What is it?

When did I stop liking beans?

Beans?

Way to kill the mood, babe.

-Seriously.

-What? Seriously?

Did I ever like them?

No.

Something doesn't feel right.

Yeah, that just might be

the amnesia messing with you.

It doesn't explain why I left.

It probably could have

been an age thing, you know?

You might have been difficult.

What do you mean?

No, don't... don't...

Don't worry about it.

You think I did something?

No, no. I'm just saying that

that some families don't always get on.

It doesn't mean that you...

Babe, you're be...

You're being paranoid.

Fine. I'm crazy.

People do just go crazy

for no reason.

Well, the brain damage

might have something

to do with that, yeah.

So I'm making it up now.

It's all my fault.

No, I didn't say that.

Look, you...

You just need time

to adjust.

This is all new to you.

This has been hard

for me too, you know.

Hard for you?

I'm the one who can

hardly f***ing walk.

I'm the one who

can't remember anything.

Yeah, and I'm the one

who sat by your bedside

for four months.

Do you know how much sh*t

I've got to deal with?

Do you know how much sh*t

I've had to deal with

since you crashed the scooter?

F*** you.

Sh*t!

I'll find a way.

Thomas?

Is that you?

Yes, sir.

Get in here.

Callum?

Callum?

Callum?

Callum?

Where is he?

Who?

What did you say to him?

I asked him to leave.

He did.

He wouldn't.

I beg to differ.

Callum's not like that.

I made him an offer.

He took it.

He obviously didn't love you

as much as you thought.

Boys can be so mean.

I need to call him.

Phone's dead.

We didn't pay the bill.

One of you must have a mobile.

What for?

This is bullshit.

You're liars! Every...

That's enough!

You don't talk

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