Hush Page #3

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- Oh, Alice.

One word

and I'll slice you wide open.

- You got that, pretty lady?

- Please, don't hurt me.

- My very pretty lady.

- Please, I'm pregnant.

I know where you live.

Don't you forget that.

Very close call.

- You told him you were pregnant?

- Most men run when they hear that.

Bad joke. I'm sorry.

- You take care and get some rest.

- Okay.

I can't get his voice

out of my head.

- My God! I can't go!

- Look...

And I changed the locks.

Are you okay? You sure?

You're going to be all right.

Surprise!

Honey, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to frighten you.

- How did you get in here?

- The super let me in.

Hello, darling.

Hi, good to see you.

You're sure you're all right?

- He took my locket.

- Oh, no!

With the picture of your parents?

Darling, I'm so sorry.

The land alone

is worth more than this.

It's a developer.

You know, golf course and houses.

They'll have to tear out

all the barns, the paddocks.

Turn the pastures into fairways.

Kilronan...

Country Club and Estates.

Can you imagine?

Two years ago we were offered

three times this much.

Then, it was a going concern.

The oldest horse farm in the county.

- Where are you going to go?

- I don't know.

I've never been anywhere else.

Look, Jackson... I can't run

that place all by myself any more.

And if you can't help...

...then you've

got to let me sell it.

I'm going to get the coffee.

- Does she need your permission?

- It's mine, all of it.

It was left to me, not to Martha.

How long do you think it would take

to fix up Kilronan?

Renovate the stables, the stock

is down to nothing... maybe a year.

- Make it attractive to a buyer?

- I'll run some projections.

- Why don't we do it?

- I will, in the morning.

No, I mean

why don't we do the whole thing?

What do you mean?

This could be a great opportunity.

You could do the horses

and I could do the house.

There's two mortgages.

They'd fall all over themselves

to loan you money.

- What do you think?

- I don't know.

I just don't know.

Maybe we'll fall in love

with the place and want to stay?

- What about my mom?

- What about her? I like her.

- What about the baby?

- My God! What was I thinking?

Deprive my child

of the wholesome family values -

- of a New York City childhood.

The dirt, the noise.

Who could want more?

Let's talk.

I need to tell you something.

You know my father died. What you

don't know... is it was my fault.

When he fell?

Honey, you were seven years old.

I was hiding under the stairs.

My parents were arguing.

There was this woman,

Robin Hayes.

My father was leaving us

to be with her.

My mom stormed out

and my father went after her.

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