MAG:
Hi, Nathan.
NATHAN:
MAG...? HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?
DON'T YOU HAVE A SHOW TONIGHT?
MAG:
How are you, Nathan?
NATHAN:
Busy.
MAG:
YOU NEVER WERE A MAN OF MANY WORDS, NATE.
YOU TOLD ME SHILO DIED.
NATHAN:
Listen--
MAG:
NATHAN, I PROMISED YOUR LATE WIFE
MAG:
I'D BE PRESENT IN SHILO'S LIFE.
NATHAN:
PLEASE…
NATHAN:
Mag, Shilo is very ill.
It's not safe for her to see people.
I need to give her her medication.
SHILO:
DAD, LET HER STAY IN HERE.
NATHAN:
NO, SHE'S LEAVING.
SHILO:
PLEASE, HIDE HER HERE.
NATHAN:
From what?
SHILO:
SHE'LL BE DEAD!
NATHAN:
LOOK, I TOLD YOU SHE WAS SICK.
MAG:
NATHAN, YOU ARE HURTING ME--
SHILO:
Dad?
NATHAN:
MY DAUGHTER NEEDS HER REST.
MAG:
I'LL BE FINE, SHILO.
DON'T YOU FRET.
SHILO:
REPOSSESSIONS ARE DANGEROUS--!
NATHAN:
SHILO, GO TO BED.
SHILO:
YOU'RE NOT SAFE!
DAD, SHE'S NOT SAFE--!
MAG:
SHILO, DON'T YOU FRET.
NATHAN:
SHILO, GO TO BED!
SHILO:
NO--!
MAG:
NATHAN, WHAT HAS
BECOME OF YOU?
YOU'VE TURNED THIS
HOUSE INTO A TOMB.
MARNI WOULDN'T WANT
THIS FOR HER!
NATHAN:
MAG, I TOLD YOU THAT
SHE IS SICK.
YOU'VE UPSET HER.
I CAN'T HAVE THIS.
I'M NOT GOING TO ASK
AGAIN!
MAG:
SET HER FREE!
SET HER FREE!
SHILO:
MAG, DON'T LEAVE!
PLEASE, DON'T LEAVE!
NATHAN:
LEAVE OUR HOUSE!
LEAVE MY HOUSE!
