Blind Malice Page #3

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know who will get hurt.

Y...

O...

U.

[Floor board thuds]

Oh, my God.

Oh, Jesus.

[Karen cries]

[Crying]

Oh, no.

Is he dead?

My God.

Oh, my God.

[Crying]

I didn't mean to.

[Nanna]

F***. F***.

It was an accident.

- It was an accident.

- Quiet.

- It was an accident.

- Quiet, let me think.

F***. F***.

I was confused,

I didn't know.

I thought he was...

It's okay.

I'm gonna fix this.

[Crying]

I'm gonna fix it.

I'm gonna fix everything.

I'm gonna fix it.

Everything.

[Faucet running]

[Sighs]

Damn it.

- Karen.

- [Gasps]

[Dr. Haskin]

Ouch.

A bruise.

[Door creaks]

There you are.

Shh.

[Nanna]

Okay. Okay.

[Karen gasps]

It's okay.

Hold on for a moment,

would you?

I don't know, duck,

a deer, dachshunds.

I don't know.

No.

As long as he doesn't

shoot himself in the foot,

that's all I care about.

You know men

and their toys.

No, he...

he says he's...

he's in some...

he's all by himself

this weekend.

He's in some undisclosed

hunting spot.

I don't know.

I don't ask questions.

Oh, us girls?

Well,

we're just staying in.

Home.

Boring, right?

Oh. No.

No, really.

No visitors.

I insist.

Well...

Karen has

a pretty high fever.

So we're just bunkered in

for the weekend.

Yeah, okay.

You too.

Thanks.

Have a lovely weekend.

[Car door clicks]

[Car tones]

[Karen]

Is there anyone behind us?

No.

Is your roaming

turned off?

It was.

It still is.

We're covered.

[Dr. Haskins]

Mom. Karen.

[Roxy growls]

- This came for you.

- Oh.

Unbelievable.

[Snickers]

It's one thing

to be falsely accused

of this nonsense

but the audacity

of demanding

this amount of money

to settle out of court.

It's...

[Snickers]

Frankly,

it's mind-boggling.

Well...

it is what it is.

I got that Mom.

[Mellow music plays]

Rising sun

shines on you

Summer winds

are playing

In your hair

And I think

I must be dreaming

Silver stars

on stormy sea

So beautiful

It makes us weep

And I think

I must be dreaming

Now that all the lights

are gone

And fear has

seized the night

Left are puddles

from the storm

I see waves of gold

Slowly rolling

in towards me

And within

I see light

There's a fire

so bright

It's blinding me

It's to remind me

That not everything

Is what

they seem to be

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