The Vatican Tapes Page #2

- Dad.

- Sorry.

Pete, you're an idiot.

- Come on, let's go eat.

- Great.

So, where are we going?

Sorry, honey, I got to take this.

Yep.

- Hi. Hi.

- Hi.

What did you do to your face?

Nothing.

My conference call got moved up.

I'm going to stay back.

It might take a couple of hours.

- I'm sorry, honey.

- It's okay.

- I love you.

- I love you, too.

Yeah.

Excuse me. I said, excuse me.

Watch where the hell you're going next time.

- Pardon me.

- Could you just scoot over, please?

- What's the problem?

- Did you see her?

She came down the aisle like a bowling ball.

Hey, are you all right?

My throat is so dry.

- No!

- What was that?

I think it was a bird that just hit the window.

You should have seen your face. Pure terror.

Oh, my God!

You all right?

Hey, hey, wait up.

- That bird bit my finger.

- Are you all right?

- I'm fine. It just hurts.

- Hold on, hold on. Let me see.

- Holy sh*t.

- Stop it!

It's not that bad.

I'll go to the doctor tomorrow.

That's so infected.

We should go back to the hospital.

- I'm sure it'll be fine by tomorrow.

- Babe...

Eggs, and then we got this chick...

Great. This is yours, Rog.

What a crazy day.

At least we got

some roasted raven coming up.

You're so good to me.

Well, get back to me after we eat it.

What are you doing?

Did my dad say something to you?

Why are you yelling?

Am I being loud?

- Have you been drinking?

- No.

Wait, hold on. Look at me.

You're drunk.

Well, I'm pounding water.

Did my dad say something to you?

Your dad only says, like,

one or two words to me.

It's his face that says everything.

Yeah, well, to my dad, murder and living

with a guy in sin are the same thing.

What, is your dad, like, super religious?

He's Irish Catholic.

He believes in heaven and hell.

Wait. So... So, he doesn't like me?

He's not psyched about us living together.

You have to understand,

my dad is from a different era.

Is he telling you to tell me to marry you?

You think highly of yourself.

He wants me to move out.

I need to take a leak.

"A leak"?

Well, stay away from the wine coolers.

Hey, Ange, where's the...

Where's the steamer?

Ange.

Angela.

Angela!

Did you get lost

on your way to the bathroom?

Hey. Wake up.

I need the steamer.

Ange. Hey.

Ange, wake up.

Roger! Roger!

- What is it?

- I can't wake her up.

She was acting really strange a minute ago.

Go get the pills that the hospital gave her.

And turn the lights on.

Sweetie.

Angela, I need you to wake up.

Can you do that for me?

I need you to wake up.

Wake up, wake up, wake up.

Get the pills! Bring me the pills!

There's nothing here

says this is a side effect.

I came back.

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