Bad Sugar Page #4
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She makes me dress like a monkey
and keeps me in a cupboard.
And she makes me wear
a paper Christmas hat
when it's not even Christmas.
And she makes me have sex
with her, sir.
And when she does it, we...
we laugh about how
she doesn't really like you.
Simon?
Miss Joan. Goodbye, Miss Joan.
Where are you going, Simon?
Are you going to the pub for a pint?
That sounds jolly.
Would you like company?
I could put a dress on and come
with you, and I could stand outside
if I was going to be an
embarrassment, which I probably am.
No, Miss Joan, you're not an
embarrassment, you're a nice one,
but old Simon is going for good.
What?
I have to leave the family
employment. I'm never coming back.
But no!
Simon, we all love you,
we just... love you, every one of us.
Yes, but it turns out
I've been betraying your trust
and having it away with Maria,
so I must go.
This isn't part of...?
Did Daphne make you say this?
You've made love to her - Maria?
Yes.
Goodness. Was it funny?
Er...
Because of all the plastic surgery?
Daphne told me that Maria's front
bottom is now by her tummy button,
and her tummy button's been
stitched up with a bit of bum
to make a brand new booby.
I wouldn't know about that.
Why not?
Yes.
What?
I must go!
No, Simon, don't go.
I don't believe it, it's all a mess.
Why don't you stay in my room?
Secretly.
And we can sort it all out.
In the meantime,
or in my bed if you got cold.
It is quite cold.
No, Miss Joan.
Or you could live in my wardrobe
and I could feed you like a rabbit.
And if you needed a wee,
I could put it into a bottle
and you could wee in there.
That's very kind, Miss Joan,
but... it's a silly dream.
I must be off now to London,
to find a job as a man
who will do anything for money.
And I need to make an early start.
Oh, Daphne, how brilliant of you!
A bonfire, and it's not even
Bonfire Night! It's so exciting!
And what a lovely way to celebrate
Maria leaving as well.
Exactly.
Bye, Maria!
Oh, look here, Lucy, we've got you
a welcome-to-the-family gift.
Oh, a baseball. And the glove thing.
How wonderful.
- Do you like baseball?
- Of course she does. Who doesn't?
Why don't you try it on,
or don't you like it?
Oh, no, look. Oh, it fits perfectly.
If I liked baseball
this would be perfect.
Let's play catch
whilst the marshmallows toast.
Joan.
Oh, look at us - the three sisters
and an old ball. What fun!
Isn't this the most fun
you can have?
Oh, yes,
well, without a wrap of coke
and a couple of Polish deckhands,
I suppose it is, Joan.
Oh, and thank you for your help
with poor Joan and her recital.
It's just so wonderful to have your
lovely oar stuck into everything.
Oh.
Oh, sorry, Joan.
It's OK, it's only nettles.
Ow! Ow! Ooh!
I thought you could have these
with your onion.
Leave it, Joan,
Lucy's found another ball!
Coming! You better get back inside
your hutch soon.
You mean under my sheeting.
Exactly.
I'll feed you again in the morning.
Here, Lucy!
Oh!
Joan!
Oh, good throw!
Oh, God!
My hands! My hands!
Oh, my God.
This boules ball... it's red hot.
Why would you throw a red-hot
boules ball at my sister?!
I didn't know
the boules ball was hot!
Of course you didn't. How could you?
Your hands were protected
by your lovely new baseball mitt.
Oh, Daphne, my hands,
they hurt so much!
Oh, it's just a nasty trick, dear.
It's probably what they think of
as a joke where she comes from.
I didn't know!
Just goes to show, you should never
catch things without checking
how hot they are first. And you can't
trust anyone outside the family.
Really was quite cruel of you
to give her false hope.
I know how that boules ball got
so overheated.
Well, boules balls can't speak,
so suck it up, sweetheart.
That was magnificent.
That you played on through the pain,
remarkable.
The screams of your pain were,
to my ears, sweeter than any music.
Thank you, Daddy.
And now I have an announcement
to make regarding my will.
Things have come to my attention
in the last few days that mean
Simon and Maria have left
this house, never to return.
Oh.
Like a fool, I had weakened
and was thinking of leaving
some worthless trinkets to Maria.
Shunt my fudge.
It's made me realise how much
unhappiness wealth can bring,
and so I have decided the greatest
gift I can leave you all is...
Nothing.
What?
I understand. Thank you, Daddy.
Rolph?
Haven't you got a view, Rolph?
Interesting.
I like it.
Could work.
I'm giving it all
to Imperial College London,
so that my remains may be frozen and
work may continue on technologies
until such time as I may be
reanimated as a walking person
or else as a brain
in the temporary body
of a sort of metal crab.
That's just my initial idea,
you understand.
I'm going nowhere, folks,
and you're not coming with me.
Tremendous work, Ralphfred.
Congratulations.
I just wanted to say
a few words of my own.
Thank you all so much, to everyone,
for your incredible welcome.
And I thought that...
well, Rolph's had his wedding
and Joan and Neil their birthdays,
and I didn't want Daphne
to feel left out so...
I found this wonderfully evocative
portrait of her on the internet,
taken just after she'd left Harvard,
and had it framed for you all
to enjoy.
That's lovely!
Happy... Daphne Day!
Tell Ralphfred Cauldwell
his American wife and kids are here
and we are sick of being chewed up
like yesterday's toilet paper.
And we love him very much
and if we don't get $1 million
by the end of the month,
we will destroy him.
And we've got a CD of us
singing the whole of U2 for him.
Kind of scratched but... works.
Daphne, why is Father Rodrigo
so hairy?
Because Rodrigo isn't Rodrigo.
He's your dead brother Neil.
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