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My Closet) Quiet, muffled. Kit still curled up and

purring happily.

MRS ATKINS: Jack! Get down here!

Music gets a bit louder.

MRS ATKINS: I mean it Jack! Get down here!

Music gets louder and his doors whistles open.

JACK: Why? So you can call me a liar again?

Rap is turned off and he thunders down stairs.

JACK: I ain't done nothin' wrong. You can stop

accusing me.

MR ATKINS: No-one's calling you a liar, but we know you're
in trouble.

JACK: Don't go pretending you care, Dad. As long as
you aint gotta pay damages, we both know you

don't give a shit.

Glass breaks as he lobs it at wall, or cracks as it
slams on table. Hear him get up, angry, stamps foot

in rage.

MR ATKINS: That was 25 year old malt whisky. Have a bit
of respect.