Everyone's a Composer

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!