The Dream Children Page #5

not to tell her about Sam.

I know.

I mean, it's hard enough

not telling her about you,

but... but him.

Me?

Me?

Me?

[screaming]

[dramatic music on tv]

Daddy?

Jesus, can you just take him?

Sure.

You got him?

Yup.

Yay, baby Sam!

[baby crying]

What's the matter?

I just think he's in a mood.

A what?

A mood.

A mood, you know.

He's being cranky.

[baby crying]

Shh!

Infants don't have moods.

Hey, hey, what's wrong with you?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Hey, Steve, nothing's

wrong with me, all right?

I'm going down to the shop.

I'm going to get some milk.

We've got milk.

Yeah, it's off.

Hey, hang on... hang on.

We'll all go.

To the shops?

Yeah.

Yeah, I don't think so.

[chainsaw on tv]

Won't belong.

[screaming on tv]

[baby crying]

[baby cooing]

Hey.

[baby crying]

Are you going to

cry again on me?

Oh, that tickles.

Yeah, you like that, don't you?

Mm?

You like being hung upside

down, too, don't you?

Don't you?

Yeah?

[giggling]

Ahah, uh oh!

Uh oh!

Uh oh!

I'm stuck upside down...

[moaning on tv]

[door opens]

Took a while.

I went for a walk.

Felt like some exercise.

I, uh, got some baby milk.

And, um, organic [inaudible].

And this.

Sam's asleep.

That's good.

That's good, he... he needed it.

So, dinner?

[sighs] Yup.

Dinner.

[wind chimes]

We are not of thee, nor

are we children at all.

We are nothing, less

than nothing, and dreams.

We are only what

might have been,

and must wait upon

the tedious shores,

or let the millions

of ages before we

have existence and a name.

What is it?

"Dream-Children, A

Reverie," by Charles Lamb.

[music playing]

[interposing voices]

All right, this is [inaudible].

OK.

Sammy!

He's looking... he

likes the helicopters.

Maybe he wants to be a

pilot, or something like that.

He's got the right

jacket for it.

I think he does.

A happy pilot.

A happy pilot!

He likes upside down!

[giggling]

No, no!

[phone ringing]

All right, all right.

God, no!

Get it!

All right, all right, all right.

Get it, get it!

Hello?

[whistles] Hey, uh,

this is a surprise.

It's Nerine.

What?

Nerine?

How are you?

[rain pattering]

Hello?

Alex, I'm going to

come down tomorrow, OK?

Uh, OK, sure, whenever.

I can come pick you

up later, if you want.

Hello?

No, I can get a...

A mate to drive me.

How's Sammy?

[coins clink] [beeping]

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Nerine?

[beep] What do you think

this could be about?

Money.

[doorbell]

[doorbell]

[Sighs]

[slurping]

[slurping]

[thunder]

[slurping]

It's her f***ing kid.

[thunder]

It's hers.

She's its mom.

Nerine, if...

You said that any

time I changed my mind,

that I could come back.

But we made an arrangement.

That was the arrangement, Chris.

There you go, Chris.

Chris, problem solved.

[sighs] All right, OK, let's

be reasonable about this.

If you really want Sam back,

then we won't oppose you...

What the f*** you doing?

Shut up!

But we want to

know all the facts.

Now, it was made...

[snapping fingers]

Hey, hey, hey!

[whistles] You f***ing

talk to me, all right?

You don't worry about her.

You talk to me.

And who the f*** are you?

Well, I'm glad

you asked, Steven.

It's Chris.

Really?

[laughing] Baby, have

we got the right house?

Yeah.

You sure?

Yeah.

This is the number 3, isn't it'?

No, I'm only joking.

I'm only joking.

No, I'm... I'm really sorry.

I'll tell you what, I'll

bet your viewers don't

know about this little f***ing

game show going on here,

do they?

So if you don't give her

back the f***ing kid, mate,

you won't be giving hugs to your

f***ing precious fans anymore.

You won't be shining your

pearly f***ing whites on telly.

You'll be getting fists

in your f***ing arse

until you f***ing

bleed in jail, c*nt.

You all right'?

But I bet you'd love that,

wouldn't you, princess?

Blackmail's a criminal offense.

What do you call f***ing

tricking young girls

into getting their f***ing kid?

Who the f*** are you?

[baby toy] Show them

your ring ring, eh?

See?

Show 'em your ring.

Hey.

See, we're f***ing married.

See?

The f***?

Come to think of it, that makes

me the kid's legal guardian...

Oh, that's debatable.

You're not even the real father.

How the f*** do you know?

Sammy might be getting a

little brother one day.

Make a real family, something

you two f***ing faggots

will never be able to manage.

Listen, Jake, maybe we

can work something out.

Alex, be careful...

- Shut... just shut the f*** up!

- Just let me...

- Just me f***ing do this...

- Just give us a week, Nerine!

- Oh, ho ho.

- One week!

A week for them... [baby crying]

to f***ing get on a plane...

One-one week.

And then we'll never

see those c*nts again.

Shut the f*** up, I'm

not talking to you.

It's all right, Jakey.

I'll tell you who's

all right, sweetie.

OK?

- It's all right.

No, I'll tell you

who's all right.

Right now, I'm saying

they're full of f***ing sh*t.

I'll pay you, cash...

Steve!

Now, just shut up!

How much?

It's a risk we're

taking, how f***ing much?

How much?

$5,000, just until we get

this clear in our minds.

Why not'?

Ding ding.

[laughing] Ding,

ding, ding, ding, ding!

We have a winner,

ladies and gentlemen!

Yeah!

Mr. and Mrs. F*ggot

just bought themselves

one week's stinking time.

That's what I'm liking.

Hey, want to go see him?

Come on, come on.

Go get the f***ing key.

Hey, we're giving

you five grand...

Nay, you're giving us five grand

to see whether or not we'll let

you see the f***ing kid again,

all right?

[interposing voices]

[Punch]

[yelling]

[interposing voices]

Just calm down, sweetie.

Calm down, sweetie...

You're a f***ing c*nt!

It's all right.

I'm just going to grab

my sh*t and leave.

Is that all right with you?

You're a real f***ing

c*nt, do you hear me?

What's that?

Maybe if I didn't

have a f***ing ear,

perhaps Sammy ought

to be able to f***ing

hear you better, huh?

Maybe if I didn't have

an ear, perhaps Sammy

won't be able to

f***ing hear you better.

[inaudible]

[phone ringing]

Follow me.

I dare you.

[thumping hood] Got it!

Got it!

Going for a ride, mate.

Here we go!

Here we go. [car starts]

[loud music (on stereo)]

[car stalls] [squeaking]

[car starts]

[loud music (on stereo)]

[music playing]

[thunder]

[gasping]

[moaning]

[moaning]

[dance music]

So what are you doing

over the weekend?

Well, I was planning on

having a little dinner party.

Ooh!

But I'm not going to be

inviting these two [inaudible].

This is the excitement.

[laughing]

Alex!

Richard, hey, how are you?

Good, good.

This is, uh, Sandra.

Hey!

Hi!

- This is Julian.

- Hi.

Hey.

And, uh, this is

my friend, Steve.

Oh, hi.

So how was New York?

Yeah, good.

It's good.

It's good to see you.

Yeah, you too.

Yeah, you know, I've got clients

that still miss you, you know.

How about, uh, I get you to

come back and work again?

Oh, I don't know.

So everything good?

Yeah, man.

Yeah.

Yeah, couldn't be better.

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