The Dream Children Page #4

He doesn't say much.

He's just the silent time,

but he wants this just as much.

HS me.

(SCOFFING) Yeah.

Don't you, Chris?

Chris!

Yes, of course.

And he means it.

He means it.

You know, we both do.

We just... we just want to

know that you're for real.

Look, I know you haven't

known us that long, Nancy,

but you can...

It's Nerine.

What?

My name's Nerine, not Nancy.

I just didn't want to use my

real name on the internet.

Look, Nerine, we can help you.

I don't want this baby.

[coughing]

I just want cash, OK?

Cash.

I just want to forget

about the whole thing.

Look, Nerine, I want

to give you something

to show you that we're serious.

Yeah?

Will you just her the cash?

[airplane engine]

Please.

This is just as a start.

OK'?

I need to go pee.

What?

She's probably

going to run, Alex.

F***ing hell!

She's in the toilet!

She's probably

not even pregnant.

Have you thought about

the father... HIV/AIDS?

Who the f*** knows what?

I want this one.

You're living in a dream world.

Yeah?

Well, I like it there.

All right.

You can have it.

[construction noises]

[groans]

There you go.

Holy sh*t!

[chuckling]

It's f***ing big!

How many bedrooms has it got?

Four.

There's a special one for the

baby, with its own bathroom.

What the f*** does a baby

need its own bathroom for?

So when they get older, they

can have their own space.

It's a load more

than I got as a kid.

We just wanted to

make sure the baby

had everything it could want.

Exactly.

Spoiled if you ask me.

Hey, you could help

design the nursery.

Yeah, you know?

You could choose the...

The colors, or the drapes,

or one of those mobile

things above the cot?

No, you do it.

I'll do it.

Guys, come on!

The beach is waiting.

Come on!

[music playing]

Alex, I thought

you might want this.

And this.

And this.

Nerine... Nerine,

it's... it's beautiful!

I think it's ugly.

Looks like an alien.

But it's your baby!

It's not my baby, Alex.

It's yours.

It's just in me.

[gasps] Are you sure

you don't want these?

I'm sure.

I don't want this.

MAN (ON TAPE):
Where

is a good restaurant?

[speaking french]

The menu, please.

[speaking french]

I'm heading off.

OK.

See you later.

MAN (ON TAPE):
[speaking french]

I like my steak well done.

[speaking french]

Yeah... yeah, I'll be home soon.

I just have to stay back

and have a chat with Bob,

and I'll be out of here.

OK.

Bye.

[sighs] F***ing babies.

[Sighs]

[Scoffs]

What's cooking, good looking?

I don't cook.

Jump in.

[car starting]

What a shame, it looks

like there's no one around.

No audience for Mr. TV Man.

Good. [police siren]

Good.

Well, having people watch

is half the fun, isn't it?

No, no.

I spend all my life in

front of the camera.

You've got to have

something for yourself.

I think I'd love to

spend some time in front

of the camera with you.

[laughing]

Who knows, maybe you could

find yourself a new career?

[laughing] Ah, there

are limits, my friend.

Charlie, there are limits.

Oh, I don't have any limits.

You're about to find that out.

Here we are.

Is this good enough?

Oh, this looks very naughty!

[seat belt unbuckling]

Well?

[clothing rustling]

[moaning] Keep on

going! [moaning] Oh!

Oh, f***!

Oh!

[moaning]

Yeah, yeah.

Keep going?

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, f***.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, f***!

The f***?

Get the f*** out of here!

Oh, sh*t!

F*** off!

F*** off!

[beeping]

What the f***...

All right, let's go.

What the f***...

F***ing belts.

Let's get out of here.

F***.

Oh, f***.

You all right'?

Yeah.

You'll have to walk from here.

Yeah, cool.

You know, you

should, um... you call

me, or text me, or something,

if you want to do this again.

Great.

Now, listen, Charlie,

you're not going to mention

this to anyone, are you?

[scoffs] No.

What do you think I am, stupid?

I'm serious.

You just keep your mouth shut.

Well, most of the time anyway.

[car starting]

[music playing]

See you later, Chuck.

[Sighs]

F***!

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Sh*t!

[sobbing]

Hello?

Nerine?

What-we're on our way.

Uh, Nerine, she was

admitted... she's pregnant.

Birthing.

She's birthing?

F***... having a baby?

Where is she?

Who... who are you after'?

Nerine.

Surname?

Evans.

Mm, no Evans.

Nerine... Nerine,

that's all I know.

Nerine!

Mm, ooh, here we are.

Nerine Thomson.

She's in delivery room B. It's

straight down the corridor,

follow the blue

line to your left.

Great!

Uh... just the father.

Is... are you the father?

Yeah, yes.

Yes, he is.

Well, I'm afraid you're

going to have to wait here.

Wait, what?

He's family!

I'm her brother-I'm

her half brother, her only

living relative, you can't...

You can see her later.

Steve!

Alex, I've got to go.

Hey, OK'?

It'll be OK.

[non-english speech]

[ambulance siren]

[announcer on loudspeaker]

MAN (ON LOUDSPEAKER): Dr. Kelly,

prepare clinical operations

[inaudible].

Dr. Kelly.

[non-english speech]

Daddy, you've got a baby boy.

[sobbing]

[music playing]

Oh, there you go!

There he is!

Hello!

[laughing]

He's going to be a surfer

when he grows up, Alex.

Yeah?

[panting]

[moaning]

[gasping]

Steve.

Yeah?

Listen to this.

It's to the general

manager at the firm.

Dear Richard, some

time ago, I attended

a seminar where an

executive from London

had a look at my work.

He'd since contacted me and

offered me a great position

with his firm...

"He's," not "he'd-" "He's."

"He's since?"

Yeah.

OK.

He's since contacted

me and offered

me a great position with his

firm in the New York office.

I think you know I've always

wanted to experience some

of the American

industry, and would

like to offer my resignation.

I've always enjoyed

working at Graphica,

and would like to thank you

for your never failing support

over the last few years.

It's been a great experience

working with the team,

and blah, blah,

blah, blah, blah.

Are you sure you're set on this?

Yeah!

I didn't go through all this

just to never be around him.

You do love him, don't you?

Of course I do.

You know I do.

I just want to make sure

you're not going to do anything

that you're going to regret.

[burps]

Excuse you.

Excuse me.

Look, I'm not going to

regret anything, all right?

I'll open my own

freelance connection.

I'll call it AT Design.

Yeah.

All right.

You know, there's always the

option of a full-time nanny.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

I don't want anybody

else raising my child.

Our... our child.

- Mm.

- Sorry.

Our child.

Well, so much for the castle.

[sighs] Guess we can rule

out a career in architecture.

I think he might be

better at demolition.

Demolition?

Yeah.

Oh, don't say that.

He'll wind up wearing

King G and hanging

outwith guys called Bubba.

Don't be an elitist.

What's up with you?

It's hard.

Being a dad?

No, hiding it.

One of the makeup girls

came in the other day

with a photograph of

her two-year-old son.

I had to bite my tongue

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