Wish Upon Page #3

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(HEAVY BREATHING)

Max?

(SCREECHING)

(SCREAMING)

(SQUEAKING)

Max!

(GRUNTING)

He was a good dog.

Mom gave him to me.

I know, buddy.

(BELL RINGING)

TEACHER :
But the majority of the

characters are written in Ancient Chinese.

If you want an accurate translation,

you'll probably have to talk to a scholar.

- Got it. Thank you.

- You're welcome.

My cousin could hook it up.

Ancient Chinese is her thing.

She'd help you out, for a price.

I don't really have any money.

Who said anything about money?

He'll take a tit pic.

- Uh...

- And so will I.

- What?

- Um...

Never mind.

Sorry.

Offer still stands if you change your mind.

- BOY :
Dude, seriously?

- BOY 2 :
Just kidding.

MEREDITH :
Hey guys, do you feel that?

It's like the darkness has been lifted

ever since Bitchface-Since-Birth

left the building.

GIRL :
I heard they had to amputate

a few of her toes.

Sweet.

Guys, we shouldn't be happy about this.

Clare, I never said I was happy.

I'm freaking ecstatic, man!

Almost like being here.

(LAUGHS)

(SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(SNIFFLING)

# Laying me down #

# Down on the floor #

# Waiting for a song to play #

# You keep on begging me for more #

# I love when you say my name #

# Tell me, tell me why #

# Were you trying to hide #

# From the fallout? #

# Someone tell me why #

# I'm on the other side #

# Is it countdown? #

# I'll wait up with you #

# I'll stay up #

I wish that

Paul Middlebrook

would fall madly in love with me.

# I'll wait up with you #

# I'll stay up with you #

# I'll wake up with you #

# You give it all, you take it back #

# Why's it gotta feel so right? #

Oh!

Hey.

Hey.

(METALLIC CLICKING)

(MUSIC BOX MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHIRRING AND TICKING)

(WHIRRING)

(INAUDIBLE)

- Paul?

- Yeah.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

(GASPING)

- So I...

- Bell ringing.

I'll see you around Claire.

Yep!

Oh, my God. Oh, My God.

(WHIRRING AND OMINOUS ORIENTAL MUSIC)

(METALLIC CLICKING)

TV PRESENTER:

And now, this news just coming in.

- A local resident...

- Hey.

...owner of the iconic

glass house estate in Gates Mills

- What's going on?

- August Anderson,

was found deceased

in his residence this afternoon.

CLARE :
Are we going to the funeral?

Hey, as far as I'm concerned, good riddance.

What's gonna happen to all of his stuff?

If there's a will, trust me, we ain't in it.

(SIGH)

Yeah.

Course not.

(METALLIC CLATTERING)

CLARE :
Ow! Dammit, Dad! Come on!

- What?

- We don't have room for all of this crap!

Hey, hey, hey.

- CLARE :
What?

- I'm going to use those.

What do you need these for, huh?

Dad, seriously.

You can't get rid of anything!

What would Mom say, huh?

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