Hounds of Love Page #2

to call mark about them tools.

- All right.

- Sorry Vic, won't be a sec.

- Oh, that's okay.

- Why don't you girls

have a quick drink or something?

Do you want a quickie?

Oh, no,

I should probably get going.

You sure?

Put you in the party mood.

Yeah.

I mean, I've only got goon,

but do you drink goon?

Yeah, I do drink it.

Um...

I mean, just one.

Come on, let's have a drink.

- All right, yeah.

- Yeah?

All right, let's go.

Lou-Lou, you be good.

No barking.

Do you mind,

just taking your shoes off?

- Oh, yeah.

- Yeah? Thanks.

Just make yourself at home.

I'll get the drinks.

Thanks.

- So, cheers.

- Cheers.

- To a good night, huh?

- To a good night.

John:
Sorry about that.

No, that's all right.

- John:
Nothing's ever easy, is it?

- No.

You want a quick cone

before you scoot?

Oh, no, it's all right.

My friend's waiting for me.

You don't wanna check that

we didn't rip you off

with grass clippings

or something?

John:
Oh...

Just a tenner, eh, Vic?

Oh, sorry.

Are you all right there, Vic?

Yeah.

John:
Pleasure doing business

with you.

Nah. Back door, love.

They always go to the back door.

- You all right, sweetie-pie?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, f***, I love you.

Vicki?

Vic!

Little sh*t.

Come on, gizmo.

Oh, okay.

She must have stayed at shell's.

Look, I'll get her to

give you a call

when I track her down, okay?

Because I said she couldn't go.

Sorry, have you seen her

grades lately?

Oh, I don't know, Trevor.

I'm sure it wasn't

a girls only sleepover.

Look, when you find her,

just let me know, okay?

See ya.

Breakfast!

Hello, you.

Everything okay?

Oh...

John:
Oh, for f***'s sake!

Evie!

- I only just let her in...

- Honestly, how

do you expect to look after kids

when you can't control

one f***ing dog?

- Sorry.

- Fix it!

- F*** it, I'm sorry.

- It's putrid.

I'm f***ing sorry.

Sh*t.

Evelyn:
Hungry?

How about some water, then?

What do you want from me?

I just wanna get you cleaned up

and more comfortable, is all.

Evelyn:
Oi!

Remember I'm not stupid.

Please, my dad is a surgeon.

He has money.

Yeah, we know.

Why do you think we picked ya?

So you've called him?

All you have to worry about

is not trying

anything stupid, all right?

You do that, you and I'll

get along just fine.

Try anything...

Tuck.

Is he the reason

why your kids aren't here?

He's the reason I've...

I've got food on the table

and a roof over my head.

How long your parents

been married for?

Couple of years

before I was born.

Still happy?

Maybe they just

stayed together for you.

Oh, sh*t.

I'm sorry.

I won't do it again, I promise.

Oh, no, god.

Please.

How about a nice bath, eh?

I won't be needing this, will I?

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