Everyone's a Composer

Nathan: Mag!

Mag: Hi Nathan.

Nathan: 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!

Nathan: Listen...

Mag: I promised your late wife!

I'd be present in Shilo's life!

Nathan: PLLLEEEEEAASE MAG! Shilo's 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: But from what?

Shilo: She'll be dead!

Nathan: Look I told her 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 Don't do this!

Shilo: You're not safe! Dad, she's not safe!

Nathan: Please don't fret!
Mag, I told you that she is sick!
You'll upset her, I can't have this!
I'm not going to ask again!
Leave our house! Leave our house!

Mag [over Nathan]: Nathan, what has become of you?
You've turned this house into her tomb.
Marni wouldn't wanted this for you;
Set her free. Set her free!

Shilo: [over Nathan and Mag]: SET HER FREE! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE!

Come Back!

Shilo: Come back!

Nathan: Keep it down, Shi!

Shilo: Come back!

Nathan: It's your bed time! It's late!

Shilo: Dad, I'm fine! She will die!

Nathan: Nonsense!

Shilo: It's her eyes, Dad!

Nathan: Nonsense!

Shilo: It's contract!

Nathan: A contract?

Shilo: Come and see!

Nathan: Nonsense

Shilo: Come see!

Mag's in trouble, Dad!

Nathan: Where'd you get this?

Shilo: Read. It. Dad. A. Re-po-Man. Will. Come. And. Take. Mag's. Eyes!

Nathan: There in things in life that we do best to leave alone

Shilo: She'll die, you must help her, Dad!

Nathan: That are beyond control!

Shilo: She'll die, you must stop her, Dad!

Nathan: ...that you don't want to know!

Shilo: Please, Dad, will you save Mag?

Shilo: She will lose her eyes unless you stop this repo man!

Nathan: Shilo! This is senseless!

Shilo: Dad you have to try!

Nathan: Shilo! This is pointless!

Shilo: You're gonna let her die, Dad!

Nathan: Shilo, please! SHUT UP!

What chance has a 17 Year-Old Girl?

Nathan: Your mother's death taught me to accept that some things never last in this world.
Foolish dreams can destroy a grown man...
What chance has a 17 year-old girl!?

Shilo: ...I don't know what I was thinking.
There's no sense in girlish dreaming.
I'm just seventeen.
Seventeen.
And it's better than FORTY!