Dorothy Mills Page #2

But I know everybody on this island.

There aren't any teenagers

that fit that description.

Or orange cars, for that matter.

You think I'm imagining this?

No, but...

Look,

if it helps, I'll stick around

for the next couple of days, okay?

You're leaving Sunday, right?

That's my son.

Lives with his mother on the mainland.

Do you have any kids?

A little boy.

Yeah?

He died.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Um, I'd better go.

Thanks for the drink.

When my sister died,

there was no one else to look after her.

So it was natural she stay with me.

What about Dorothy's father?

We never knew him.

Mabel wasn't promiscuous,

you understand?

She was fanciful,

flighty.

She wasn't simple, either,

no matter what the others say.

She just couldn't seem

to hold down a job

until she took the job

in the funeral parlor,

laying out the dead.

She liked that.

But she was a good mother.

And she kept Dorothy safe

from the other children.

Do you have any idea why she was

bullied by the other children?

Because they hated

anyone or anything

that was different.

God help the child.

She was always different.

Did you ever think

she might be dangerous?

She never laid a hand on that baby.

She swore to me she didn't,

and I believe her.

Why do you want to help me?

Because I've heard

you talk and...

I don't think you're here to help me.

I am here to help you.

I think I can help you, Dorothy.

You know why?

Because it's my gift.

You're good at painting,

and I'm good at listening

and understanding.

I can see why you like this place.

It's beautiful.

My mother used to bring me here

when I was little.

We had this game

where we pretended to fly.

I always wanted to fly.

Suppose you could fly.

Where would you go?

Nowhere.

I'd just fly.

I'd never land.

I'd fly as far as I could

until my last breath...

and then fall.

And everything would be over.

Don't be shy, boy.

Hey.

Hey, Paul,

that son of yours won't take a drink.

Go on, Jakey.

The Pastor's not here.

You're a man now, Jakey.

Uhh...

The love of the Lord Jesus

is as the ocean, vast and endless.

We see it lap upon our shore.

But know that it

laps on every shore.

The Lord sees all and knows all...

the righteous and the sinner,

the guilty and the blameless.

Morning.

We had an appointment.

Do you remember?

I'm sorry.

I had to take Dorothy

to the police station to sign the register.

She's ready for you now.

Hi, Dorothy.

Do you want to come for a walk with me?

I'll take you back to your aunt afterwards.

I want to stay with my auntie.

Come on, child.

Come out.

Do as you're told, child.

That's a girl.

Your aunt is really nice

with you, isn't she?

Yes, she is.

She's looking after me

until Mommy comes back.

Where is your mommy?

She's out on the sea, sailing.

She'll soon be back

to pick up her little Mimi

and give her a pretty dress.

M-Mimi?

How old are you?

Ain't she gorgeous?

So if you are Mimi,

where has Dorothy gone?

She hasn't gone.

She's asleep.

Asleep?

Yes.

In here. Right inside.

Dorothy is asleep inside of you?

You know what?

When her mother died,

I had to go to the funeral

because Dorothy was sleeping.

They don't let her out much.

Who doesn't let her out?

The others.

Who are they?

I'm not allowed to tell.

Why don't they let her out?

Because she always

tries to kill herself.

Do you think my hair is pretty?

Do you like it?

It's a gift. You can keep it on.

Oh, thank you!

Tear that b*tch's dress!

Tear that b*tch's dress!

Dorothy!

Trash it to ribbons!

- Mimi!

- Shut your mouth, you little b*tch!

Aah! B*tch!

Who are you?

Talk to me.

F*** off! Ugh!

F*** off, slag!

I'll kick your f***in'...

Mommy.

Mommy.

Mommy.

Mommy, where are you?

Mommy, help me.

Help me.

Shh.

Shh. It's over.

I'm here with you, baby.

How dare you!

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Come on, pet.

I would appreciate it

if you didn't interfere during the sessions.

Come on, darlin'.

Go on now.

Good girl.

Hello? Tom?

It's me, Jane.

Yeah. Great.

Well, it's a very interesting case.

I think I just might have to stay...

Hello?

Hello?

Sh*t.

Badger!

Oh. You scared me.

Sorry.

It's difficult to call

the mainland from the island.

You going back to the village?

I am now, I suppose.

Your fags are crap.

Haven't you got anything stronger?

- Dorothy?

- Uh-uh.

Wrong answer.

Want to try again?

Well, I see Dorothy.

But you're listening to Mary.

F***in' weird, huh?

So where's Mimi?

Little b*tch couldn't keep her mouth shut.

And what about Dorothy?

Moaning or praying somewhere in here.

She's only good for one thing...

taking the hangover after I get drunk.

Is that what happened, Mary?

You hurt the baby and let Dorothy face

the consequences?

I didn't lay a finger on that brat!

But if she goes to jail for it,

there's no more drinking for you.

You better take care, shrink!

You're a stranger here.

Stick your nose in too far,

and you might lose it.

Trust me.

You don't want that.

Who said you could feel me tits?

Why are we going to

this shitty party anyway?

Because I want to dance.

F*** you.

And you know how well I can dance.

Hey.

- Whoo-hoo!

- Whoo-hoo!

Jesus.

The bastards.

The bastards!

Christ. I'm gonna make them pay for this.

By Christ I am.

Come on, lads. Come on.

Come on.

Mrs. Fallon.

Mrs. Fallon, I'm Jane Morton.

- I'm here to...

- I know who you are.

I need to speak to your son Jake.

You want to ask him

about that b*tch Dorothy Mills?

She's a liar. A slut and a liar.

Why do you call her a slut?

What's the problem?

What do you want?

Come to gloat?

- Paul, calm down.

- Shut up!

You're getting a real kick

out of this, aren't you?

Messin' us around like guinea pigs.

Well, let me tell you something.

This island is no

f***ing laboratory, Doctor.

Come on, now, Paul. Drop it.

- All right, come on.

- You f***ing bird.

Go on.

What the f*** is wrong with you people?

Just go.

Get a grip on yourself, boy.

We didn't do anything wrong.

Not us.

We've nothing to be guilty about.

No, sir.

Does nothing work on this bloody island?

- We'll see what we can do tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?

It's the Lord's day today.

Go and see in the church.

She let the devil into her house.

Our Father...

- Our King of glory...

- Our King of glories...

- We ask the Lord Jesus...

- We ask the Lord Jesus...

To bear your servant Dorothy...

To bear your servant Dorothy...

Once more into the realm of the dead.

Once more into the realm of the dead.

Praise be to the Lord Jesus Christ,

- our Father, our King...

- I beg you.

Please let him talk to me.

Please let him find the peace to talk.

Leave her alone!

Through the blackness of eternity...

F*** all of you pigs!

Please stop!

It hurts!

Let her go

before I f***ing kill you!

Please don't!

Leave her alone!

For God's sake.

Please don't. Please.

I shall notify the court in the morning

that Dorothy must be taken

into custody immediately.

She's not safe with you.

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