Father:
[driving home after catching her in the cabin]
What are you doing up here?
Laurel:
Did you follow me?
Father:
I asked you to stay away from him.
[Michael]
Laurel:
Michael and I are getting married.
Father:
That's not gonna happen.
Laurel:
I'll be 18 next week. You can't stop us.
Father:
[eerily]
You're gonna be 18.
Laurel:
Why do you hate him so much?
Father:
He has nothing to do with it. I hate myself. I had so many plans for you. Everything got spoiled.
Laurel:
Dad, what are you...
Father:
It was all my fault. I am so sorry for what I did.
Laurel:
Have you been drinking?... Dad?
Father:
[speeding up the truck]
I didn't know what else to do.
Laurel:
[panicing]
What are you talking about? Dad, can you slow down. Please.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:37