Infected Page #5

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[snarls]

COME HERE, BABY.

- YOU DON'T LOOK ALL RIGHT.

THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG.

- COME TO DADDY, HONEY.

IT'S COLD OUT.

[snorts]

COME--COME--COME--COME--

COME TO DADDY.

COME TO DADDY.

I WANT MY KID BACK.

- YOU'RE SCARING ME.

YOU'RE GONNA SCARE HER.

WHAT'S THE MATTER

WITH YOU?

- I HAVE A CONDITION.

I HAVE A--

I HAVEN'T HAD

MY MEDICATION TODAY,

SO I'M A LITTLE JUMPY,

BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN

I CAN'T BE A FATHER

TO MY OWN CHILD,

SO CAN YOU JUST PLEASE

LET ME HAVE MY KID, OKAY?

- NO, NO.

SARAH, YOUR DADDY'S

NOT YOUR DADDY ANYMORE.

STAY HERE WITH ME.

- COME ON OVER, PLEASE.

[snarls]

- NO, I DON'T THINK SO.

I'M GONNA TAKE HER WITH ME.

- HONEY.

GET OVER HERE.

- HE'S MY DAD.

- NO, THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG

WITH HIM.

WE HAVE TO GO FIND HIM

SOME HELP, OKAY?

YOU JUST COME WITH ME.

- NO, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.

- NO, I KNOW.

I KNOW YOU WANT SEE HIM.

HE LOOKS LIKE YOUR DAD,

BUT HE'S NOT YOUR DAD.

- COME TO DADDY.

[growls softly]

- NO!

- [snarling]

[both snarl]

[engine revs, tires screech]

[fire crackling]

[eerie ambient music]

[twangy acoustic guitar music]

- BLOOD RARE,

THE WAY GOD MEANT IT TO BE.

YOU SURE YOU DON'T WANT ME

TO THROW ONE OF THESE

ON THE FIRE:

FOR YOU THERE, LOUIS?

- I THINK I'M GONNA STAY

ON A LIQUID DIET.

- SUIT YOURSELF.

PASS ME ONE OF THOSE BEERS,

WILL YOU?

[chuckles]

MY, MY, YOU'RE SMELLING

PRETTY GOOD THERE, BOY.

- HE WENT TO A TURKISH BATH.

IT'S RIGHT DOWN THE ROAD.

[chuckling]

COME ON BACK.

WE'RE GONNA MAKE S'MORES.

[both laughing]

- YOU KNOW, YOUR SON OVER THERE

IS SMITTEN.

- HORMONES.

- JEREMY!

SUPPER'S ON!

COME AND GET IT!

FEAST TOGETHER...

ALL RIGHT, LET'S EAT.

- I THINK MY FEE ARE ON FIRE.

- SO YOU'RE A VEGETARIAN TOO.

- WELL, YOU DON'T KNOW WHA YOU'RE MISSING THERE, LOUIS.

COOKED IT UP FOR YOU,

MY LIEGE.

- LOOKS PERFECT.

- THANKS FOR GETTING HER,

EAGLE EYE.

BLESS THIS FALLEN BEAST,

FOR 'OUT HIM,

THERE WILL BE NO FEAST.

- BON APPETIT.

- THAT'S GOOD.

THAT IS GOOD.

[twangy acoustic guitar music]

- YOU'RE A BETTER MAN THAN I,

GUNGA DIN.

AFTER JEREMY'S MOM,

I'VE BEEN IN NO HURRY

TO JUMP BACK IN THE FIRE.

FIRM BACHELORHOOD FOR ME.

ANOTHER ONE?

- SURE, WHY NOT?

HOW MANY TIMES YOU BEEN MARRIED,

ED?

- [chuckles]

THREE, MY FRIEND,

AND THREE STRIKES,

YOU'RE OUT.

ONLY GOOD THING TO COME OU OF IT ALL WAS JEREMY.

SETH, WHY DON'T YOU

GO BACK THERE IN YOUR ROOM

AND FETCH US:

THAT BOTTLE OF NAPOLEON BRANDY

YOU GOT HIDDEN?

- ALL RIGHT.

- AND AFTER THAT,

WHY DON'T YOU CHOP SOME WOOD?

I MEAN, WHAT, ARE WE SUPPOSED

TO DO ALL THE WORK AROUND HERE?

WHY THE F***

DOES THIS GUY COME HERE?

- YOU KNOW,

THIS WHOLE NEW KID THING

IS MAKING ME PRETTY NERVOUS,

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