The Killing of a Sacred Deer Page #4

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because I know she likes music.

And one with a

smiley face for Bob.

[Steven] What do we say, Bob?

Thanks.

[Anna] How lovely.

Well, we should probably eat.

Are you hungry, Martin?

[Martin] I'm starving.

How long have you been

in the choir, Kim?

Two years, since I was 12.

Do you like singing?

[Martin] I love it but I

haven't got a very good voice.

- How old are you?

- 16.

[Bob] Have you got

hair under your arms yet?

[Martin] Yes.

I just got my first period.

Do you mind if I

light a cigarette?

- You'd better not.

- It's alright.

Just go over by the window.

(window rattling)

(lighter clicking)

[Martin] Can you

sing us something?

[Kim] What, now?

Yes, anything you like.

No, not right now.

[Bob] She's embarrassed.

No I'm not.

Just don't feel like it.

When did you start smoking?

About eight months ago.

I was over at a friend's place.

It was a party, actually.

And this girl offered

me a cigarette

and I said why not and lit up.

That was a mistake, I regret it.

But it's too late

now, I'm addicted.

[Bob] Can you show me

the hair under your arms?

Sure.

You haven't got that much.

Have you seen how

hairy my dad is?

No.

[Bob] He's got three

times more hair than you do.

You've got a great body.

Thanks.

Do you wanna go out for a walk?

It's a nice day.

[Bob] I'd rather stay

here and listen to music.

Is that my MP3

player or yours?

Mine.

And don't you dare take

this one and lose it too.

What kind of music

do you listen to?

[Martin] All kinds.

I'm into metal and punk.

What about you?

I think it's worth listening

to all kinds of music.

Depends on my mood

and what I'm doing.

I'll come for a walk

with you if you want.

We can take the dog with

us if you don't mind.

I'd prefer if it was

just the two of us.

I get nervous around dogs

in case they get into a

fight with another dog.

The idea of separating

dogs fighting scares me.

(insects chirring)

We

We don't have to

worry about nothing

'Cause we got the fire

And we're burning

one hell of a somethin'

They

They're gonna see

us from outer space

Outer space

Light it up

Like we're the source

of the human race

Human race

When the lights started out

They don't know

what they heard

Strike the match, play it loud

Giving love to the world

We'll be raising our hands

Shining up to the sky

'Cause we got the

fire, fire, fire

Yeah, we got the

fire, fire, fire

And we're gonna let it

burn, burn, burn, burn

We're gonna let it

burn, burn, burn, burn

We're gonna let it

burn, burn, burn, burn

We're gonna let it

burn, burn, burn, burn

We can light it up, up, up

So they can put

it out, out, out

Is this homemade lemonade?

- Yes.

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