Hounds of Love

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Evelyn:
Hey, love,

do you wanna lift?

Gabby:
No, it's okay.

I'm not far.

Gabby:
Don't be silly.

You'll cook out there.

Gabby:
Oh, you sure?

Evelyn:
Yeah, jump in.

Evelyn:
Get yourself bloody

sun stroke out there.

Gabby:
It's so hot.

John:
Stuff walking, eh?

Gabby:
Thanks so much

for the lift.

John:
No worries.

Netball?

Gabby:
Yeah,

I just came from there.

Jason:
W-e-e-d.

Got any weed?

Hint?

No, I told you, Dave's in Bali.

Sh*t, I promised shell.

Hey, I did that other thing

for you, but...

What other thing?

"Compare the role of Atticus

to aunt Alexandra

"in the shaping of

scout's outlook.

"Essay by Vicki Maloney."

Come on!

Dad'll get suss.

Right, later, gator.

I'll see you Sunday.

If you want to be a total stud,

my next assignment

is on Wuthering heights.

I'm just saying.

Tell your dad happy birthday

from me.

All right, see ya.

Evelyn:
Hello, my darling!

You miss mummy?

Come on in.

Lou-Lou.

Come in, Lou-Lou.

Come on, Lou-Lou darling.

Yes, yes.

Man:
Oh, come then, what

reason have you to be morose?

You're rich enough.

Bah, humbug!

Don't be cross, uncle.

What else can I be?

Out upon a merry Christmas.

If I could work my will,

every idiot who goes about with

"merry Christmas" on his lips

should be boiled

in his own pudding

then buried with a stake

of Holly through his heart...

Evelyn:
Breakfast.

Miss Martin:
He swam there all the

time and conditions weren't rough.

Some people thought

it was a shark.

Others thought murder, suicide.

Some of the crazier theories

were that he was taken by a ufo

or picked up

by a Chinese submarine.

People couldn't believe that the

prime minister could just disappear.

I've spoken to your mother.

She's worried.

I know that it's hard, okay?

My parents divorced

when I was 11.

Can I go now, miss?

Yep.

Oh, my god.

Hi!

- Really?

- Yeah.

Trevor:
I just thought it'd be

nice if we went out as a family.

Maggie:
We've been

through this.

It's not appropriate right now.

I need some space.

Trevor:
Not space, Maggie. I'm

talking about one night out.

Think about Vicki.

She's got exams.

What, you think

I don't know that, Trev?

- Things have changed.

- You need money.

- You need money.

- I don't need your money.

Maggie:
I need you to respect

my decision

and let me live

the life that I want to live.

Maggie:
Thought you liked

spag bol.

Hey, I got us grease

on video to watch.

I'm going to a party.

Oh, planning on asking me?

Well, I'm just assuming

you'll need a lift.

Dad gave me money for a taxi.

You know,

I see you two nights a week.

Not my fault.

- Maggie:
Sweetheart...

- What?

Anyway, how's your essay

coming along?

Hmm?

Aunt Alexandra in the shaping

of scout's...

Maggie:
Actually,

I can read it myself.

So, who wrote it?

Jay?

I mean, how can I

let you go out, sweetheart,

when you do things like this?

You're not going.

You can stay home.

Why are you trying

so hard to ruin my life?

Maggie:
You'll thank me later.

For what? Leaving dad?

I'm trying to give you

every opportunity that I can.

Oh, what, so I can become a strong,

independent woman like you?

- Man:

Show us your whizza!

Evelyn:
Where you off to?

- Just a party.

- Yeah?

Don't suppose you want

something to smoke?

Do you a stick for a tenner?

- Yeah?

- Evelyn:
Yeah.

John:
Oh, sh*t, no.

So, Simmo must have

got the last one.

- Bloody idiot! Why didn't ya...

- No. Sorry.

- bloody say something? -Oh, no worries.

Thanks anyway.

Evelyn:
We've got more

at home.

We're just one street that way.

I should probably get going.

Evelyn:
Yeah, all right then.

John:
All right.

Have a good night.

Sorry.

Do you know

which way the highway is?

Yeah. You chasing a taxi?

Yep.

- Evelyn:
Yeah, if you just go

straight for three streets. -Yep.

Take a left, walk to the end of the

road and you should find one there.

- Vicki:
Thank you.

- Yeah, no worries.

Vicki:
Bye.

Hey, you sure?

Bloody good stuff.

I mean, you're more than

welcome to call a cab

from our place too, if you like.

It's totally fine.

Yeah, all right.

All right, jump on in.

John:
Got enough room there?

Vicki:
Yeah.

John:
All righty.

I'm John.

This here's my queen, Evie.

Vicki:
Hey. Evelyn:

How're you going, love?

Nice to meet ya.

Vicki:
Good, I'm Vicki.

Evelyn:
Vicki. Hey, Vicki.

John:
Nice to meet you,

Vicki Vick.

John:
Home sweet home.

I'll just wait here.

Evelyn:
Yeah, all right.

John:
Sweet as a bag of salt.

So how long you two

been together?

Oh, god, I've been with him

since I was, like, 13.

- Vicki:
Wow.

- Yeah, I know.

- Vicki:
Wow.

- Yeah.

Vicki:
How many kids

have you got?

I got two. Mmm-hmm.

- They're not his kids, though.

- Right.

Yeah, we split for a bit,

so they don't live here yet.

But they're gonna soon,

so that'll be good.

- Nice.

- Yeah.

Evelyn:
Wanna smoke, love?

- You sure?

- Yeah.

Thanks.

Hey! Lou-Lou!

Uh uh uh! Calm down.

Settle. Settle, darling.

- Sorry.

- That's okay.

She looks really mean.

She's just a big sook,

aren't ya, huh?

Aren't ya?

Aren't ya, sweetheart? Yeah.

She won't bite you. Lou-Lou!

Vicki:
Hi, Lou-Lou.

Evelyn:
John got her for me.

My dad actually

just got me a puppy.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

He reckons it's really dogs

that tamed us.

- Yeah, that'd be right.

- Yeah.

You tamed me, didn't you?

- John:
Hon?

- Yeah?

I just got the message

to call mark about them tools.

- All right.

- Sorry Vic, won't be a sec.

- Oh, that's okay.

- Why don't you girls

have a quick drink or something?

Do you want a quickie?

Oh, no,

I should probably get going.

You sure?

Put you in the party mood.

Yeah.

I mean, I've only got goon,

but do you drink goon?

Yeah, I do drink it.

Um...

I mean, just one.

Come on, let's have a drink.

- All right, yeah.

- Yeah?

All right, let's go.

Lou-Lou, you be good.

No barking.

Do you mind,

just taking your shoes off?

- Oh, yeah.

- Yeah? Thanks.

Just make yourself at home.

I'll get the drinks.

Thanks.

- So, cheers.

- Cheers.

- To a good night, huh?

- To a good night.

John:
Sorry about that.

No, that's all right.

- John:
Nothing's ever easy, is it?

- No.

You want a quick cone

before you scoot?

Oh, no, it's all right.

My friend's waiting for me.

You don't wanna check that

we didn't rip you off

with grass clippings

or something?

John:
Oh...

Just a tenner, eh, Vic?

Oh, sorry.

Are you all right there, Vic?

Yeah.

John:
Pleasure doing business

with you.

Nah. Back door, love.

They always go to the back door.

- You all right, sweetie-pie?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, f***, I love you.

Vicki?

Vic!

Little sh*t.

Come on, gizmo.

Oh, okay.

She must have stayed at shell's.

Look, I'll get her to

give you a call

when I track her down, okay?

Because I said she couldn't go.

Sorry, have you seen her

grades lately?

Oh, I don't know, Trevor.

I'm sure it wasn't

a girls only sleepover.

Look, when you find her,

just let me know, okay?

See ya.

Breakfast!

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