Hounds of Love Page #3

Eleanor, nice to have you with us.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

here's Kerry Flynn!

Shh!

Woman:
Could I just get

the usual, thanks?

Cashier:
Sure.

Cashier:
There you go.

Woman:
Thank you.

Woman:
Thank you.

Hi. Um, can I just get some

headache pills, please?

Ah, yeah.

That'll be, uh,

79 cents for that one.

Look at me.

Look at me.

John:
F***!

F***ing shat on me!

Jesus! F***!

Oh, no, just... Just for a

couple of hours next week

so I can give

them their presents?

I don't know,

the park or something.

You can come if you have to.

It's... Mick.

Mick.

Mick, can you just put Kim on the

phone, just for two seconds?

F***!

You got something

you wanna f***ing say to me?

F***in' kids! My f***in' kids.

What happened while I was out?

What do you think?

He just uses you.

That's why he got you the dog.

It's a replacement

for your kids.

He doesn't want them here.

He doesn't love you.

Let me go.

I'll tell them it was all him.

It's not Monday.

If you love me,

you f***in' kill her tonight.

No.

It's her or it's f***ing me!

So do it.

What the f***

are you waiting for?

Eh?

You were naked.

- No. No, no, no.

- Yes.

I was in there,

and I was getting

her ready for us,

and then she goes

and shits herself...

- You lie.

- And it was... uh, uh uh.

- You lie.

- Shh.

You lie. You f***in' lie. You lie!

You f***in' lie all the time!

Evelyn, you're letting your

imagination run away with you.

You are. Just...

Just... just...

Just for me, for you, take one

look in that washing machine.

Please.

What about Kim?

What about Kim?

You think that was me?

Oh, darlin'.

You know I loved them kids

like they were my own.

You know that.

You lie.

If you don't believe me, go

check out the washing machine.

Wait here.

You done something different?

You look beautiful.

Just like you did

the day we met.

Remember?

I came over and asked you

about them bruises?

You told me, I went and

slashed the prick's tires.

He thought it was them chinks

across the road, didn't he?

I've done everything I can

for you ever since.

Got you away from your dad.

That fat mongrel, Mick.

I'm sorry.

She's putting all kinds

of sh*t in my head.

Saying that you just use me.

That you just got me Lou-Lou

as a replacement for the kids.

John:
Aw.

I don't know

what the f*** to believe.

It's okay.

Please, can we get rid of her?

Monday.

I know, I know.

We'll get another one.

Just not her.

Please, not her.

- She has to go.

- No.

- Please. -No, no, no,

no, it'd be bad luck

if we do things different.

I'll tell you what.

How about...

You and I...

Go in there right now

and show her who's

running the show?

Come on, Evie.

That's why she's here.

Let's make the most of her.

Together.

Like we always do.

You think she's

prettier than me...

Because she's younger.

- Prettier than you?

- Yeah.

Oh, darlin'.

There's not a woman

between here and Timbuktu

that's got even

half of what you've got.

Look what you do to me.

You're my queen

and I worship you.

And I never

stop thinking about you.

I love you so, so much.

I'd die without you.

John:
Now let's go in there

and have a little bit of fun.

And on Monday...

We kill her,

we stick her in a hole,

and we never think of her again.

Hello! Hello.

Evelyn:
You were sneaking out,

weren't you?

Yeah, I read your little diary.

Your mum wouldn't let you out, so

you f***in' snuck out, didn't you?

You know, the funny thing is,

if you'd just done

what she asked you to,

stayed home,

you wouldn't even be here.

She's probably

not even looking for you.

Hi, Jay.

It doesn't make sense

after that.

Well, what's it say?

"8 Malcolm street."

That's just where I live.

John:
Oh you...

Out.

I hope you're ready

for round two.

John:
Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

Lou-Lou! Come here,

you little f***!

F*** it.

No!

No!

Evelyn:
No!

Evelyn:
No!

I should have listened to you.

You're right.

I haven't been acting myself

since she got here.

You know, everything

has a bright side.

You know, Lou-Lou was probably a bit

vicious to have around young kids.

You wanna get rid of her,

get rid of her.

Time to focus on getting

them kids back, eh?

Just get her to write

another note first.

Maggie:
This is two streets

away from me.

Sergeant Henderson: Sergeant Mathews

told you to come back Monday.

Maggie:
Yeah, but don't

you think this changes things?

Tell you what,

my shift ends at 4:00 P.M.

I'll swing past on the way home.

But that's three hours away.

If someone's got her...

If someone's got her,

who knows what they could do.

Sergeant Henderson: No one's got her.

If I followed procedure,

I wouldn't go there at all.

Evelyn:
Get up.

Walk.

Sit.

You're gonna write

another letter.

Dated a week from today.

Say that you're in Adelaide,

you've got a job,

you've got a place

and that you're happy.

Tell your mum you love her

and that you'll

call her for Christmas.

Pick up the pen.

Vicki.

Pick it up.

Evelyn:
Open them.

Don't f***ing make one

f***ing sound, okay?

'Cause this knife will hurt

a lot more than those pills.

Keep her quiet.

Yeah, coming.

- Gary.

- Told you I was coming.

John:
Yeah, yeah,

I know, I know.

I remember. I just...

Yeah, I just didn't

expect you so early.

You got the money or not?

John:
Yeah. Yeah, I mean,

not on me right now.

Gary:
Just give me

my f***ing money.

Yeah, all right.

Just hold on a tick.

Woman:

I'm not interested in...

Maggie:
No, no, please,

I'm not selling anything.

A letter from my daughter.

Please, don't shut the door!

- I can't help you!

- Vicki!

Vicki!

Please!

Vicki!

I know you're here, Vicki!

Can you hear me, Vicki, please?

F***.

Maggie:
Vicki!

John:
Sh*t. When did

everyone get so cheap?

Vicki!

Vicki!

- Jason:
Hey, you seen this girl?

- Vicki!

Vicki!

Vicki!

Vicki!

Vicki!

Vicki, please!

Shh!

Maggie:
Vicki!

Vicki!

Gary:
What's that about?

Dunno.

Maggie:
Vicki!

Shh.

Vicki!

I just want my daughter.

Trevor:
Hey!

Maggie:
Vicki!

F*** this.

Maggie:

I just want my daughter!

Vicki!

Vicki!

What the f*** was that?

Can we...

Vicki!

Vicki!

Mrs. Maloney?

I don't think she's here.

Trevor:
Maggie, come on.

Trevor:
We should go.

She's here.

No!

John:
Why are they so close?

Go!

Take the pills.

You take the pills now.

You think

that'll change anything?

Take the pills.

Stab me.

Stab me.

If you wanna kill me, kill me.

Do it.

Put it in me.

- Just stab me!

- John:
Evie.

- Vicki:
Kill me!

- Evie!

Take the pills.

You don't have the f***ing guts.

You don't have the f***ing guts!

You don't have the guts.

Just do it.

Take the f***ing pills!

F*** this!

Get here!

Get me a f***ing garbage bag!

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