A Room to Die For Page #5

Stop trying to find

reasons to move out.

Grow up!

Get out of my room!

I want you

out of this house.

It's just

research for an act.

Vacate by tomorrow morning.

We signed a contract.

We have rights.

I will give you back

your money.

Just be gone by tomorrow.

What the f***

is going on?

Don't you worry,

we're leaving.

I'm sorry.

I'm not used to having

other people in the house.

But he is going to make

a big effort from now on.

It's too late.

We don't

want you to leave.

Jill has told us

this is the perfect

commute for her work.

No more household chores.

And you'll have your

own front-door key.

For Jill.

Where the f*** have you been?

I had a few drinks after work.

Ah.

Well, while you've been

out getting wasted

I've been attacked

by the evil f***er.

Josephine explained it

all to me when I came in.

It's all sorted.

He is f***ing evil, Jill.

Jill:
That's a bit

extreme, isn't it?

I'm not insane, Jill.

Get a job so you're not

sitting at home all day,

as you're obviously

not writing.

I need peace

and quiet to write.

Jill:
Then what the hell

is the problem?

I don't get any peace,

no space.

This house...

That f***ing old man is

making me f***ing paranoid!

Calm down, mark.

Calm down.

We find somewhere

to live tomorrow...

Or I swear to god

i... I'm going to

end up killing him.

Don't be so stupid.

I promise you, I'll kill him!

And I will kill

that f***ing baby, too!

Stop it! You hear me?

You stop this now, mark.

I don't like you like this.

All this anger, it's no good.

I won't live with you,

understand?

I'm sorry. I'm really,

really sorry. It's just...

I need more gigs.

And I need to write.

I need to write.

I forgive you.

My brother is coming

for dinner.

Marcus:
Oh, f***!

The industry out there

is littered with a-listers

that need expertise.

There's now talk of

a reality TV series

following my work.

Latest client,

embracing darkness

author Matthew Cox.

First novel went

stratospheric.

Second novel sunk like

an unwanted Christmas puppy

with a weight

around its neck.

Third novel, he is bobbing

back up on the surface again.

We are going

to repackage him,

reinvent him,

send him out into the world

and make pots of money.

So, sister dearest,

you have to share

this kitchen?

The old couple kindly

let us use it.

They're very welcoming.

Yeah, very welcoming.

You said something

about a job.

Hmm. Life insurance.

You work in a call center.

It's just short-term.

Jason:
That's what I said

when I started.

Now I work in

Berlin, Paris, New York.

I even turned down

a six-figure sum

in Sydney this week.

You know why?

I don't like the weather.

It's too f***ing hot

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