Blood Page #5

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Yes, I know.

Cheers.

That's a pretty vicious way of making sure

we haven"t got anything to go on.

OK, ladies and gentlemen, you're

going to have to move back for me. Move back.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

You did it, Joe.

You got away with it.

Move behind the barrier.

If I could stop my head.

Bye, Joe.

No.

What you doing here, Dad?

I told 'em... what happened.

I told 'em it was me.

I did it.

I took him out there.

Dig.

I smashed his head in with a shovel.

- That's enough, now, Dad.

- Hey, I told 'em all.

Yeah, but everybody knows

you're full of sh*t, Dad.

It wasn't you.

You know I did it.

You know it was me.

And I don"t want you to do this for me.

D'you hear, Dad?

Are you in there?

I f***ed up, Dad.

Not yet.

When we were kids, Dad would tell us

that if we didn't fasten up our coats,

we'd get blown off our feet and out to sea.

We believed him.

At least until we realised he was only human

and he made up stuff like that,

just to scare us.

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