The Long Haul Page #5

You had better be quick.

Harry, let me take it.

This is my responsibility. Not yours.

But Harry, they're bound

to be looking for you.

They may even be watching the house.

Please, Harry.

Alright. Here.

Is it Mrs Miller?

Yes.

Could I come in for a moment?

What do you want?

Harry asked me to give you this.

Are you the ..?

Yes.

Mrs Miller?

Yes, doctor.

I shall have to call an ambulance.

An ambulance?

Why, what's wrong?

What's the matter with him?

The boy has a brain

haemorrhage, Mrs Miller.

He must have banged his head

rather severely somehow.

I see he's got rather a bad bruise.

How did that happen?

The other day, he ..

He .. fell ..

Well, we must get him to

hospital straight away.

Excuse me.

Western docks.

What's the matter?

- Nothing.

Everything go alright?

- Hmm.

How'd she take it?

She took it.

The kid .. did you see him?

Well, did you?

Driver, could you go quicker.

We're in a hurry.

Lynn, is .. is there something

wrong with him?

Lynn, I'm asking you. Is there?

Harry.

They're taking him to hospital.

Hospital?

Why?

I don't know. The doctor said

something about banging his head.

Driver, turn around and go back.

Harry, are you crazy?

The police are watching the house.

Please listen to me.

Turn around and go back, driver.

Harry, don't you understand in a few days

we'll be a hundred miles away from here.

I love you.

I love you like I never loved

anybody before in my whole life.

I couldn't ber it if you took

it away from me again.

Please, Harry.

Please.

What do you want me to do?

Go back.

Butch?

Buth.

Are you his father?

Yes.

I'm his father.

Will he be alright?

Don't worry. We'll look after him.

Are you coming in the ambulance, madam?

Yes, I'm ..

Back to the docks, Miss?

Do you know the Congo Club?

Yes, Miss.

Just take me there.

T-G

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