Wolves at the Door Page #2
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- 2016
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part about life?
(FIRE WORKS EXPLODING)
See, you say
something like that,
...and fireworks go off.
I say something like that
and I'd get a flat tire.
- Oh, don't be silly.
- (GIGGLES) It's true.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
SHARON:
Guys!Turn on the lights
when you come in, will you?
Jay?
Wojciech?
You guys?
(FEEDBACK)
STEVEN:
You won't believethe clarity, man.
Dig that platter.
That tonearm?
That's new, too.
The old model had that clunky plastic one.
Remember that?
(SIGHS)
It's really far out, Steve.
Four speeds.
Volume.
Tone controls.
What more could you need?
Am I right?
How does it sound?
Oh, out of sight, man.
But are you sure
you wanna hear her?
Yeah.
Why wouldn't I?
Because as soon as you
hear this beauty...
...no way are you letting me
leave here with her.
(CHUCKLES)
I've got the scratch,
if that's what you're asking.
(CHUCKLES)
(INHALES AND EXHALES)
Here, put these on.
After this, you won't need
acid to see the music, man.
(LAUGHING)
Okay.
Won't hurt though, right?
(CHUCKLES) Not a bit, man.
(EXHALES)
Crimson and Clover playing
(SONG STOPS)
(GASPS)
- What'd you do that for?
- (CHUCKLES)
He who pays the piper
calls the tune.
What does that mean?
Means, you gonna pony up
the dough for it, or what?
Hi, Mom. You're up late.
I know.
Yes, I know.
I'm excited to see you, too.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
Huh?
Oh, I did.
The dress was delivered today.
Yeah, right, just in time.
It's...
(SHARON GIGGLES)
It's beautiful.
I'll wear it tomorrow.
Thank you.
Okay, get some sleep.
I love you, too.
- I guess fashion really is dead.
- We should bury it.
Let's go get some shovels.
ABIGAIL:
She's making mewear it tomorrow.
Hey, who's that chick that
lives up at the main house?
She looked familiar.
Uh, she's been in a bunch
(CRACKERS BURSTING)
You, like,
party with her ever?
Sometimes, yeah.
She and her old man got a real
vibe going on up there, so...
People come and go.
We good?
(CHUCKLES)
(CLICKS TONGUE)
All right. Peace, man.
(CHUCKLES)
(FIREWORKS EXPLODING)
Fourth of July
was over a month ago.
What are people thinking?
I don't know.
End of summer, maybe?
People use any excuse
to blow stuff up.
So,
...you wanted to talk?
Mmm.
Mmm, yeah.
(SIGHS) No.
(STAMMERS)
I don't know anymore.
You don't know what?
I feel...
I feel like maybe I had you
figured out all wrong somehow.
How so?
Because I never figured you to be
the sort of trust fund girl...
to mommy and daddy...
...as soon as they threatened
to stop sending the dough.
I'm not crawling back to them.
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