Hounds of Love Page #2

Hello, you.

Everything okay?

Oh...

John:
Oh, for f***'s sake!

Evie!

- I only just let her in...

- Honestly, how

do you expect to look after kids

when you can't control

one f***ing dog?

- Sorry.

- Fix it!

- F*** it, I'm sorry.

- It's putrid.

I'm f***ing sorry.

Sh*t.

Evelyn:
Hungry?

How about some water, then?

What do you want from me?

I just wanna get you cleaned up

and more comfortable, is all.

Evelyn:
Oi!

Remember I'm not stupid.

Please, my dad is a surgeon.

He has money.

Yeah, we know.

Why do you think we picked ya?

So you've called him?

All you have to worry about

is not trying

anything stupid, all right?

You do that, you and I'll

get along just fine.

Try anything...

Tuck.

Is he the reason

why your kids aren't here?

He's the reason I've...

I've got food on the table

and a roof over my head.

How long your parents

been married for?

Couple of years

before I was born.

Still happy?

Maybe they just

stayed together for you.

Oh, sh*t.

I'm sorry.

I won't do it again, I promise.

Oh, no, god.

Please.

How about a nice bath, eh?

I won't be needing this, will I?

Gary:
Hey, jockey John!

Haven't seen you

down in Leopold for a bit.

Been worried about ya.

Yeah, you know how it is.

The missus and that.

Missus got you driving her

to house calls now, eh?

Give us a fag.

Thanks, mate.

Oh...

You got my money?

Thought you said next week.

I dropped them buds off about

five weeks ago, don't you reckon?

Man:
Yeah, f***ing reckon.

Yeah... yeah I'll get it.

Just don't have it

at the moment.

- How about tomorrow, eh?

- Yeah. Definitely.

Eh?

Don't make me

look like a f***in' a**hole.

Man:
He smokes?

Evelyn:
You're gonna write

a letter to your parents.

Say school's too much,

you've met a bloke and he's

got you a ticket to Adelaide.

I thought this was a ransom?

Evelyn:
Yeah... it is.

Can I write it to my boyfriend?

Evelyn:
Where were you

last night?

I was at my mum's.

Mum's, or mum and dad's?

So they are split.

I didn't think a f***in' surgeon

would live around here.

She leave him

or he kick her out?

She left.

Right, write it to your mum.

Say that you love her.

I don't.

She left me.

Say that you love her.

Say that you understand

why she left.

And that you're happy, she's

making a life for herself.

And you want to do the same, that's

why you're moving to Adelaide.

Say that she inspires you.

Pick up the pen.

Good girl.

Go.

I need to go to the toilet.

Please.

What's going on here?

She has to go.

Oh.

Well, why don't you relax

and I'll take her?

Have a cone.

I'm so sorry about before.

- It's okay.

- No, I'm an idiot.

- No, it's okay.

- Shh.

Go on.

All right.

John:
Ladies first.

John?

Why'd you lock the door?

John:
Didn't know I did.

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

Just get the...

- Come on, come on.

- No, no, no, no.

F***in' window!

Get around the front!

F*** it!

John:
F***in' hell!

F*** it! F***!

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

- F*** it.

Stay!

John:
Evie!

Vicki:
Help!

Stop!

Help!

Shh!

Troy:
John!

What's going on?

I know you are there!

Get him to f*** off!

- Maybe he heard her.

- Ya think?

Troy:
John!

John, open the bloody door.

What the hell is going on?

Sorry, just f***in' had a bit

too much to drink, ya know.

- It's not even lunchtime.

- Yeah, I know.

When's this sh*t gonna stop, eh?

What do you say I get Evie

to piss off for a bit,

and you and me can pick up

where we left off?

Yeah?

We were just havin' a blue,

ya know?

F***, I've heard you.

We yell.

We don't scream

for f***in' help.

Hey.

Doesn't have to be like this.

See, me and Evie, we...

We usually do it together.

But there is just something

about you

that makes me

want you all to myself.

Yeah, well the whole f***in' street

should mind their own bloody business.

Yeah? Well I'll tell you what.

I'll make it

my f***ing business.

Anyone's dumb enough to

let them kids back here again.

- F*** off.

- John, come out here.

- Stop hiding behind your missus.

- I said f*** off!

John! Come and face me, ya

f***in' weak piece of sh*t!

Piss off you f***!

What the f*** do you know?

Good luck to ya.

I'm callin' the cops.

F***in' call the cops. I bet

they'd like to know about

the f***in' boot-load of video players

I saw ya bring in last week, huh?

You're an embarrassment.

Troy:
Just keep it

f***ing down

and stop going

through my f***ing mail.

Evelyn:
Lick my ass, you dog!

She's here.

Take her hand.

Hang on.

Uh-uh.

Come on.

Shut the f*** up.

Vicki:
F*** you.

F*** you.

I'm so sorry.

I'm gonna lie down.

Go and pick us up

some headache pills.

Drop her thing off

while you're out.

John.

I love you.

What was that?

I love you.

Hmm.

Well, how'd you feel

if you never saw me again?

That's exactly

what would have happened

if she'd have

got out that window.

Fix that sh*t up.

Sergeant Mathews: What were the

circumstances of the separation?

Just that if there was violence,

- or if one of you was involved with

someone else, you know... -Maggie: No.

Sergeant Mathews: It could

be a contributing factor.

Maggie:
No, it wasn't

anything like that.

I mean, lots of kids'

parents separate.

Sergeant Mathews:

Well, all I'm saying is,

we see kids run off from

situations like this every day.

Did you check for a note?

Maggie:
Uh, no,

she didn't leave a note.

She just had pillows

under her sheets.

Sergeant Mathews:

Well, there you go.

She's probably just had a big

night and is sleeping it off.

I mean, you were teenagers once.

Maggie:
Yeah,

but this is not like her.

I've spoken to her friends,

her boyfriend.

- I mean, no one's heard from her.

- Please, try and relax.

99% of the time, these

things sort themselves out.

- If she's not back by Monday...

- Monday?

I mean, she's...

What about those

girls down there?

Mrs. Maloney,

we're not in New York.

Those girls, all runaways,

all with stories

just like this one.

Now, I've got kids.

I feel for you.

But trust me, I've been

doing this a long time.

Now, hard as it might be, what I need you

to do is stay home and wait this out.

Look, I'll tell you

what I'll do.

I'll pass around

a description of her

and if I hear of anything,

I'll let you know.

Otherwise, come back Monday.

I'll eat my hat if you do.

She's not a runaway.

In the letterbox.

This just doesn't make sense,

the way it's written.

She just wouldn't

have said this.

Well, maybe she's trying

to make you feel guilty.

Oh, would you stop

putting this on me, Trevor.

- She's never snuck out before.

- She's never had to.

Whatever she did, you just

let her get away with it.

I only ever wanted

the best for both of you.

I know you did, Trev.

Then come home.

You just don't get it, do you?

Get what?

That our daughter's run away because

you put yourself before our family?

Get out.

- We just want you back. -I'm

not coming back. I'm sorry.

I'm not coming back.

I can see

why Vicki hates it here.

Man:
Center, ahead and...

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