#joyce mullin

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Image 1: J. Mullin: so that girl in your trailer park has a new military boyfriend, how is this my problem? / R. Mullin: what if he finds out about Allie Ann? / R. Mullin: you want the military getting their hands on her?

Image 2: J. Mullin: you watch too many movies. / J. Mullin: keep the kid away from him, it’s not like he’s going to go snooping through your trailer. / R. Mullin: i don’t know, Joyce. this town is strange. who knows what might be going on. 

Image 3: J. Mullin: if that kid really is extraterrestrial, then what happened doesn’t have anything to do with the town. it’s not even from this planet. / R. Mullin: ...i guess you’re right. 

Image 4: J. Mullin: [over the phone] of course i am. now, is there anything else, or can i go? / R. Mullin: ...that’s it. / J. Mullin: don’t sound so freaked out, you’re going to get me freaked out. / J. Mullin: i’ll visit soon, okay? [click]

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Image 1: R. Mullin: ...come on, Joyce...

Image 2: [ringing] / in the Oasis Springs College dorms:

Image 3: P. Briggs: you aren’t going to get that? / J. Mullin: if it’s important, they’ll call back. / P. Briggs: well i can’t just let it ring. / J. Mullin: jesus-

Image 4: P. Briggs: hi, you’ve reached Joyce Mullin’s place. / R. Mullin: Pat, is that you? is Joyce there?

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Image 1: the next day, 5:42 am.

Image 2: R. and A. are still asleep.

Image 3: J. and P. are awake.

Image 4: P. Briggs: ...i can’t believe we’re going back to the city. / J. Mullin: i know. after all this crazy shit. / P. Briggs: do you think Ron can handle all this? / J. Mullin: i think so. but we’ll drop by the check on them.

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Image 1: M. Finch: the kids missed you, Ron! / E. Huston: Ronnie! / J. Finch: Wonny!

Image 2: R. Mullin: Eddie, Jesse! when did you get so big? / J. Mullin: easy on him, boys. he’s been in the hospital.

Image 3: M. Finch: and don’t forget Allie Ann! / R. Mullin: now who’s this... / R. Mullin: ...oh, shit.

Image 4: G. Huston: so, he’s not taking well to being a father? / J. Mullin: oh, he’ll get used to it. 

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Image 1: while R. Mullin recovered in hospital, J. Mullin and P. Briggs cared for A. Mullin.

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Image 1: J. Mullin: oh, uh- / Hays: i didn’t know you had any little ones. Ronnie never mentioned it! / J. Mullin: what? it’s not mine. it’s Ronnie’s. / Hays: Ronnie’s?!

Image 2: Hays: is that what’s been going on? he’s been so reclusive...he’s got some little girlfriend pregnant? / Hays: so, does he look like his daddy?

Image 3: Hays: awwww! / J. Mullin: (what the hell...)

Image 4: J. Mullin: ...we think it’s a girl, actually. / Hays: what a little angel!

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Image 1: P. Briggs: ...you know, i have to get back to school soon. i can’t stay in Strangerville forever. / J. Mullin: ...i know. / J. Mullin: i have shit to do too. once Ronnie comes home - i’m out.

Image 2: P. Briggs: any day now, right? / J. Mullin: i hope so. it’s gonna cost an arm and a leg. / P. Briggs: he’s not going to press charges, is he? / J. Mullin: Ronnie’s not the type. if you had attacked me with a knife, i would have. / P. Briggs: [snort of laughter]

Image 3: A. Mullin: [begins to cry]

Image 4: J. Mullin: jesus, she’s getting big fast. is that an alien thing? / P. Briggs: no, just a baby thing. / J. Mullin: oh.