Hounds of Love Page #3

Gary:
Hey, jockey John!

Haven't seen you

down in Leopold for a bit.

Been worried about ya.

Yeah, you know how it is.

The missus and that.

Missus got you driving her

to house calls now, eh?

Give us a fag.

Thanks, mate.

Oh...

You got my money?

Thought you said next week.

I dropped them buds off about

five weeks ago, don't you reckon?

Man:
Yeah, f***ing reckon.

Yeah... yeah I'll get it.

Just don't have it

at the moment.

- How about tomorrow, eh?

- Yeah. Definitely.

Eh?

Don't make me

look like a f***in' a**hole.

Man:
He smokes?

Evelyn:
You're gonna write

a letter to your parents.

Say school's too much,

you've met a bloke and he's

got you a ticket to Adelaide.

I thought this was a ransom?

Evelyn:
Yeah... it is.

Can I write it to my boyfriend?

Evelyn:
Where were you

last night?

I was at my mum's.

Mum's, or mum and dad's?

So they are split.

I didn't think a f***in' surgeon

would live around here.

She leave him

or he kick her out?

She left.

Right, write it to your mum.

Say that you love her.

I don't.

She left me.

Say that you love her.

Say that you understand

why she left.

And that you're happy, she's

making a life for herself.

And you want to do the same, that's

why you're moving to Adelaide.

Say that she inspires you.

Pick up the pen.

Good girl.

Go.

I need to go to the toilet.

Please.

What's going on here?

She has to go.

Oh.

Well, why don't you relax

and I'll take her?

Have a cone.

I'm so sorry about before.

- It's okay.

- No, I'm an idiot.

- No, it's okay.

- Shh.

Go on.

All right.

John:
Ladies first.

John?

Why'd you lock the door?

John:
Didn't know I did.

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

Just get the...

- Come on, come on.

- No, no, no, no.

F***in' window!

Get around the front!

F*** it!

John:
F***in' hell!

F*** it! F***!

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

- F*** it.

Stay!

John:
Evie!

Vicki:
Help!

Stop!

Help!

Shh!

Troy:
John!

What's going on?

I know you are there!

Get him to f*** off!

- Maybe he heard her.

- Ya think?

Troy:
John!

John, open the bloody door.

What the hell is going on?

Sorry, just f***in' had a bit

too much to drink, ya know.

- It's not even lunchtime.

- Yeah, I know.

When's this sh*t gonna stop, eh?

What do you say I get Evie

to piss off for a bit,

and you and me can pick up

where we left off?

Yeah?

We were just havin' a blue,

ya know?

F***, I've heard you.

We yell.

We don't scream

for f***in' help.

Hey.

Doesn't have to be like this.

See, me and Evie, we...

We usually do it together.

But there is just something

about you

that makes me

want you all to myself.

Yeah, well the whole f***in' street

should mind their own bloody business.

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