The Keeping Hours Page #3

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if you asked your kid not

to play in my house anymore.

- Dash? In your house?

- Yeah.

No, no.

He... he stays here.

Sometimes he plays

out in the yard, but...

Well, someone was running around

in my attic last night.

Um, maybe you have rats.

[clears throat]

[Jacob whooshing]

[whooshing]

[humming]

- [whoosh]

- [grunts]

Where's Mommy?

Where's Mommy?

[children chattering]

- [woman speaking Spanish]

- [child giggling]

- Elizabeth.

- Mm-hmm?

- Someone's here.

- Hmm?

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- Mark.

- I, uh... I called you.

- Wow. Um...

Hi.

Did you get my messages?

I'm not sure.

I've just... I've been, um...

Who is he?

Oh, um...

Emma, Isabelle,

this is my friend, Mark.

- OK... OK.

- [Mark] Just five minutes.

I'm gonna go over there.

Will you stay with Marta?

[Marta] Come, nias.

If it's about the house,

you don't need my permission.

I need to talk to you.

Look, I don't really

have time to chat.

It's your house now,

you bought me out.

I need you to

come out there with me.

I-I'm busy, Mark.

I-I'm working.

I have a deadline.

- I have the girls.

- It's important.

Elizabeth, it's about Jacob.

- [giggling]

- I don't need things to remind me of my son.

It's been six years.

- I don't ask you for anything.

- OK.

Um, obviously there's something

going on with you.

Whatever it is,

I-I hope it works out.

Sell the house or

don't sell the house,

you do whatever

you need to do, OK?

Goodbye, Mark.

Girls, are you almost

ready for lunch?

Jacob?

I tried.

But your Mommy's...

on a trip.

So she can't see you right now,

but... she told me

to bring you a present.

You wanna see it?

Army men.

You always wanted army men,

but...

we never let you have them

because they're violent,

and barbaric, and

probably toxic, but...

all that seems

pretty stupid now, so...

[can opens]

Army men.

[mimics gunfire]

All right, Mr. Bananas...

it's me or you.

[mimics gunshot]

[mimics horn fanfare]

Stress.

Early-onset dementia.

Accidental mescaline ingestion.

Drunk. You're drunk.

I lied.

I want the stuff.

Cool. Good.

Come in.

Um... you want a drink?

Nice army men.

Uh...

Thank you.

I thought

you stopped drinking.

I did, mostly.

Mostly...

I did.

[sighs]

I just want the stuff,

Mark.

Is this it? Did you already

take what you wanted?

Yeah.

- [rumble]

- [clattering]

- I gotta show you something.

- What are you doing?

- I gotta show you this.

- Mark.

Mark, stop it!

[thud]

Boo!

Boo, Mommy!

[giggling]

[Mark]

Wait! That was him!

Elizabeth!

That-that was Jacob.

Hey, he was there!

You didn't see him?

[grunts]

You're sick, Mark.

You get yourself some help.

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