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Will do.

Okay.

Well, I'll be

in touch.

Goodbye, sheriff.

CHARLES:

Goodbye, sheriff.

SHERIFF:

Oh.

Oh, by the way,

did your housekeeper

ever get in touch

after leaving town

so quick?

No.

She didn't.

Strange how people

can just disappear on you.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

He'll be back.

What are

we going to do?

I think

we'll really love

New York.

When do we leave?

(FLOOR CREAKS)

I'm sorry.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Tomorrow night.

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(PIANO PLAYING IN DISTANCE)

CHARLES:

Should we do it again?

INDIA:
I'm hungry. Let's eat first.

(DOOR SLIDING OPEN)

You know,

I've often wondered

why it is we have children

in the first place.

And the conclusion

I've come to is...

At some point in our lives,

we realize things are...

They're screwed up

beyond repair.

So we decide to start again.

Wipe the slate clean.

Start afresh.

(SIGHS)

And we have the children.

Little carbon copies

we can turn to and say,

"You will do

what I could not.

"You will succeed

where I have failed.

Because we want someone

to get it right this time."

But not me.

Personally speaking,

I can't wait to watch life

tear you apart.

India...

Who are you?

You were supposed to love me,

weren't you?

Come up to my room,

please.

I enjoyed your performance.

India, go and pack a small bag.

We'll be leaving shortly.

(WHISTLING)

I, uh...

I came to say goodbye.

I can't allow you

to do this.

Why not?

EVELYN:
There are little things

one notices along the way,

but one suppresses because...

Because?

Why do you think?

CHARLES:

Love?

Richard loved India.

He would never have driven

so far away on her birthday.

Not unless,

for some reason

he was called away by someone

he couldn't say no to.

Auntie Gin wanted

to speak to me about you,

but she never did come back

after that night, did she?

CHARLES:

People disappear...

...all the time.

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Have me instead,

but stay away from my daughter.

She's of age.

Of age for what?

To live in this house

on her own

while her mother

finally travels the world.

Don't you want to

speak French in France?

What are you suggesting?

Come with me.

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(BOTH GRUNTING)

India.

India, come here and look.

(EVELYN GASPING)

CHARLES:

India, come here.

(GASPING)

India! Come here! Now!

(GASPING)

(RIFLE C*CKS)

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(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(CAR DRIVES AWAY)

(SIREN WAILING)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

In a hurry?

Know how fast

you were going?

(SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Pardon?

Effectively fast,

Mister Sheriff.

Effective for what?

To get your attention.

(GASPING)

(CAR DOOR DINGING)

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(GASPING)

(EMILY WELLS'S

"BECOMES THE COLOR" PLAYING)

I became the color

I became the daughter

And the son

When the feast was over

Welcome to the motherland

Lay my body down

Down upon the water

Wrapped up in the my clothes

Of my mother and my father

Oh, this is wrong

And I wanna be complete

I was waiting round

And I did a jump, see

I had hunger

A mouth full of interludes

You'll do anything

Just to get rescued

I have known you

Isn't it the key?

Take, take, taste

Taste, taste sweet

They said I'd gone south

Said I'd gone asunder

I was just free

We were ready to behave

But there's no freedom

Without the key

Whatever you think

You've become

Don't worry about it, dear

It's where you're

Coming from

Oh, no, no

Take me from my misery

There's no such thing

As living comfortably

There's no such thing

As going home

I'm not gone

Got myself alone

All the other others

They just fade to black

When you think you're ahead

Is when I don't look back

Keep on laughing

Calling after me

Keep on laughing

I'm just free

We were ready to behave

But there's no freedom

Without no key

Whatever you think

You'll be gone

Don't worry about it, dear

It's where you're

Coming from

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