The Little Death Page #4

You've never been, have you?

Remember I did my shoulder

in Bangkok?

The doctor put me on these.

Right?

These little suckers

will knock you out

a good six, eight hours.

OK, I'm not kidding

but be careful.

They're from Thailand

so they're not technically,

you know, legal.

I'm not great with pills.

I've got a really sensitive

gag reflex.

I almost choked on them

at a school camp when...

So I'll just...

I'll put them in some tea.

There you go.

Those'll do the trick.

That's the same stuff

they force-feed prisoners

when they riot.

So you want to sleep?

You're gonna sleep.

Oh... Come on, guys!

- Oi!

BOY:
We were just...

You were just nothing.

Bedtime.

Monsters.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey!

Wow.

- Dad.

Uh, what are you doing up?

Off to bed, the pair of ya.

Don't make me come up there.

Good morning.

- How are you feeling?

- Fine.

Feeling better, actually.

Good. That's good.

I may be

a little late tonight.

Not too late, OK?

No? Why?

I don't know, I just thought

that we could...

What?

I don't know.

- You don't know?

- No.

You really don't know?

- I said I don't know.

- Right.

- Just not too late, OK?

- I won't be too late.

Oh, God, I am so sorry.

No, I'm sorry,

it's totally my fault.

Uh...

Golliwogs?

- Why do you have Golliwogs?

- Well, it's why I'm here.

I've just moved in

down the road.

And I thought I'd just pop in

and introduce myself.

- I'm Steve.

- Uh, Phil.

Pleasure to meet you, Phil.

Those are my little 'Howdy,

neighbour' gifts... for you.

God, this takes me back.

A simpler time.

It really was.

Also, I'm required

by federal law to inform you

that I am a convicted

sex offender.

This is so nice of you.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Baby, you're not crying.

I don't think I have

any tears left in me.

I'm sure there's a few more

in there.

I mean, your dad

only just died.

Ooh. Baby, shush.

Sorry to keep you waiting,

Mrs Hawkins.

Actually, doctor, it's 'Miss'.

Well, Miss Hawkins,

why don't you take a seat?

You look very sexy

in that outfit, doctor.

Now, Miss Hawkins, I have

the results of your test here.

Oh, yes. Will you need

to examine me further?

Uh, no, no, it's conclusive.

And I'm afraid it's bad news.

Well, I have been

a very bad girl.

- Perhaps you need to...

- You have hepatitis.

- Sorry, what?

- Hepatitis.

Well, that's not very sexy,

is it?

No, no, it's not.

Particularly not hepatitis C.

So, I'm going to prescribe you

a course of interferon

and I'll give you the number

of a support group

in the area.

And I'll see you again

in a couple of weeks.

- Sorry, Dan, I'm confused...

- Dan?

It's 'Doctor'! Stay in it!

Now we have to start again.

No, no, we don't have

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