(HEART THUMPING)
(HEART CONTINUES THUMPING)
(FAINT, MUFFLED
WOMAN SCREAMING)
(MUFFLED SIZZLING)
(MUFFLED WOMAN GASPING)
(MUFFLED SIZZLING)
(WOMAN GASPING)
(SOFT CRACKLE)
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
-(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
-(MUFFLED SIZZLING)
-(WOMAN CONTINUES SCREAMING)
-(MUFFLED SIZZLING)
(SIZZLING)
-(WOMAN SCREAMS)
-(SIZZLING)
-(WHOOSHING)
-(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)
-(RUMBLING)
-MAN: One push...
-WOMAN: He hit his head.
-MAN: He did not.
WOMAN: Did he just hit
his head?
MAN: No, he just caught him.
WOMAN: But he hit the floor.
I saw him.
-MAN: No, he didn't.
-WOMAN: You dropped him!
MAN: Sweetheart,
I promise you. He's fine.
-WOMAN: Why isn't he crying?
-(SCISSOR SNIPS)
-MAN: He'll be crying...
-WOMAN: He should be crying,
right?
MAN: He will be crying
in no time.
WOMAN: (CRYING)
Where are you taking him?
-What... What is wrong?
-(RUSTLING)
Why isn't he breathing?
WOMAN: Did you k*ll him?
MAN: No!
WOMAN: (SCREAMING)
Did you k*ll my baby?
-MAN: I saw him breathing.
-(SQUELCHING)
-WOMAN: Did you drop him?
-MAN: No! I did not.
-WOMAN: You made me have him.
-MAN: The nurse is getting him.
NURSE: Yes, we are! We're...
(SHOUTING CONTINUES
INDISTINCTLY)
(PUMP HISSING)
-(THUD)
-WOMAN: Why are you
flinging him?
(SMACKING)
(BABY CRYING)
(EERIE MUSIC PLAYS)
(MUSIC STOPS)
(DOOR CLOSES AND LOCKS)
(HUFFS)
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
I accidentally drank
mouthwash Friday night.
You can't get stomach cancer
that way...
Not from one time.
I drank a mouthful
a couple weeks ago, too.
I'm sure it's fine.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
I'm visiting my mother
tomorrow.
I know you are.
Your father's anniversary.
The day he d*ed.
How you feeling about that?
You know, (SCOFFS SOFTLY)
I never met him.
I meant how you feeling
about going home.
(CELL PHONE DINGS)
(INHALES)
I had that dream again.
THERAPIST:
Let's stay on track.
How are you feeling
about the trip?
It's good I'm going back.
It's been a long time.
Has it?
Several months.
Are you feeling guilty
about that?
And, um,
when you're out there,
are you going with
any sense of a plan?
Hoping for a certain outcome?
Like what?
Do you feel like you're going
with realistic expectations?
If the last time
you were thirsty,
you went to a well and
the water made you sick,
are you gonna go back
to that specific well,
expecting it to be safe?
Hmm.
Do you ever wish
that she was dead?
What?
Of course not!
Well, it wouldn't
be so crazy if you did.
We can sort of want
these things
and also not want them at all.
Those feelings can coexist.
We're here so we can air
those kinds of thoughts.
-Okay.
-(DISTANT TRAFFIC NOISE)
(TRAFFIC NOISE STOPS)
How's the Hydrotipnol?
Still making the eyes itchy?
Only if I don't keep blinking.
Is it helping the anxiety?
Um... (SIGHS)
Tell you what,
I'm gonna write you a script
for a very cool new drug
which I think
should be smoother
on all fronts.
Always with water.
Always. And if your breathing
changes or you feel warm,
call me immediately.
That's serious.
Break a leg.
(ON PHONE)
Hi, carrot, it's Mom.
I'm just calling to say that
I'm so, so, so excited
to see you tomorrow.
- Joseph?
-MOM: You're my angel,
and I love you.
Okay. I love you. Okay.
Bye, sweetie. I love you.
(GENTLE OPERATIC
MUSIC PLAYING)
Listen to your mother
when I tell you
to not leave my side!
(UPBEAT POP MUSIC
PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)
Hello.
-Can I please see this one?
-That one?
MAN: (IN DISTANCE)
You think I won't!
Do you f*cking want me
to do it?
(CLAMORING IN DISTANCE)
Oh, yeah?
Beep beep!
BEAU: Excuse me.
What is that man doing?
(LAUGHING) We're trying
to get him to jump.
(MAN SCREAMING)
(GENTLE OPERATIC MUSIC
CONTINUES)
(LIVELY LATIN MUSIC PLAYING
ON SPEAKERS)
(MAN SCREAMS)
MAN 1: Shut up, bitch!
f*ck you!
(g*nshots)
-MAN 2: Get away from me.
-MAN 1: Stop f*cking with me!
Get away from me.
You get away from me.
VENDOR:
Chicken noodle for you.
-MAN 2: Get away.
-VENDOR 2: You look like
a minestrone man.
-f*ck you!
-Stay away!
It's hot!
VENDOR 2: Jeez,
we're running low on crackers.
(MEN ARGUING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC BUILDING)
-(MAN SCREAMS)
-(g*nsh*t)
(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)
(BEEP)
(METAL CLATTERING)
-(PANTING)
-(BANGS ON DOOR)
(WOMAN YELLING IN DISTANCE)
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
(GENTLE OPERATIC MUSIC
RESUMES)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)
(GENTLE OPERATIC MUSIC
CONTINUES)
(MICROWAVE WHIRRING)
(BLOWS)
Hey, Dad.
(SWITCH CLICKS)
(MUFFLED PEOPLE ARGUING)
NEWS ANCHOR: Search
continues for the man
known as
"Birthday Boy s*ab Man,"
who in the last week
has claimed three more lives.
He is known for prowling
the streets without clothes
and stabbing
random pedestrians
in the neck and guts.
Witnesses have identified him
as a circumcised white male...
(GENTLE OPERATIC MUSIC
CONTINUES)
(PEOPLE CONTINUE ARGUING
IN DISTANCE)
(OPERATIC MUSIC FADES)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING DISTANTLY)
(WATER LAPPING GENTLY)
(BEACH SOUNDS STOP)
(CAR HORN BLARING
AND SIRENS WAILING OUTSIDE)
(GRUNTS SOFTLY)
(EXHALES)
(PEOPLE CONTINUE YELLING
IN DISTANCE)
(CAR PASSES)
(MUFFLED YELLING CONTINUES)
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(SOFT KNOCK)
(SOFT RUSTLING)
(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)
(EERIE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(SIGHS HEAVILY)
(FAINT FOOTSTEPS)
(EERIE MUSICAL STING)
(LIGHT BUZZING)
BEAU: Hello?
(DOOR CLOSES)
-(URGENT KNOCKING ON DOOR)
-MAN: (OUTSIDE) Help!
Please help!
-I need some sleep!
-(KNOCKING CONTINUES)
-(KNOCKING CEASES)
-Oh, yeah?
(FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING)
(EERIE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(EERIE MUSICAL STING)
(MUFFLED DOOR SLAMS)
(FAINT FOOTSTEPS)
MAN: (MUFFLED) Come on, dance!
(MUFFLED DANCE MUSIC BLASTING)
(WALLS RATTLING)
(ALARM RINGING)
(MUFFLED UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
-(MUSIC ENDS)
-(ALARM CONTINUES RINGING)
(YELLS)
(DRAMATIC MUSICAL STING)
(WATER RUNNING)
(GROANS)
(DRAMATIC MUSICAL STING)
(LAMPSHADE SHATTERS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOOR SLAMMING)
Excuse me, sir? My bag
and my key were just here.
You're f*cked, pal. (CHUCKLES)
BEAU: Hey, wait a minute.
Why would you say that?
-(MAN RUNNING DOWN STAIRS)
-(DOOR SLAMS)
-MRS. WOLSKI: Hello?
-Oh, hi, Mrs. Wolski.
This is Beau Wassermann
from apartment 303.
I'm calling because
my keys were...
MRS. WOLSKI:
No, please, no solicitors!
No, no. Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm not a solicitor,
I'm one of your tenants.
I need a locksmith.
-I'm late for the airport.
-Thank you.
-(HANGS UP)
-Hello?
Hello?
(MUFFLED CLAMORING
AND OBJECTS THUDDING)
(SIREN WHOOPING OUTSIDE)
(LINE RINGING)
-MARTHA: Hello?
-Hi, Martha.
I'm sorry, is Mom there?
Beau! Sweetie!
Yes, she's right here.
MOM: Beau?
Hi, Mom.
MOM: Hi... Hi, carrot.
Are you at the airport?
No, not yet.
Are you on your way?
-Are you in the cab?
-No, Mom...
How long is the cab ride?
Mom, I...
I don't want to worry you,
I was on my way,
but something, uh...
I don't know.
I was up all night
because my neighbor
kept leaving notes
underneath my door
about noise,
even though
I didn't make any noise.
And I overslept,
and when I went to leave,
I forgot something,
I went back in.
And then
I came back out and...
and my key was stolen
out of my door.
Oh, my God.
So where are you
calling me from now?
My apartment.
Wait, what time is it?
Isn't it 4:30?
Yeah, I know.
Baby, your flight
is in an hour!
I know, but Mom, my key
got stolen out of my door.
Mom?
(SINGSONGY) Mom!
(SIGHS SOFTLY)
(SOFTLY) Mom...
Okay, sweetheart.
I understand.
Wait, what's okay?
No, it's not.
What do you understand?
No, of course it isn't.
Your keys are stolen.
That's terrible.
They were stolen.
Then we'll just do
another visit another time.
I can even come to you,
so it's not such a pain.
It's not a pain,
it's never a pain.
You know what?
I can still just come to you.
I'm still coming,
I'm on my way. I just...
What do you think I should do?
What do you think I should do?
I'm sure you'll do
the right thing, sweetheart.
What is the right thing?
What would be
the right thing for you?
Do I call the police?
Or maybe there's a way for me
to just still come home now.
But is that safe?
If... If my apartment's open
to the public,
and somebody has my keys,
I don't know what's going on.
I mean, it doesn't sound safe.
It's not safe, is it?
Beau...
What?
No.
Yeah.
I'm sorry about your keys,
sweetheart, I have to go.
No, you don't have to go.
-Mom...
-I hope you find them.
Wait, wait,
come on, let's fix this.
(VOICE CRACKING)
Let's fix this.
(HANGS UP)
Hello?
-(TIRES SQUEAL)
-(ENGINE RUMBLES)
MAN: Yo, you gonna die, bitch!
-(g*n f*ring)
-(WOMAN SCREAMING)
-(TIRES SCREECHING)
-(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
-(SIREN APPROACHING)
-(DOG BARKING)
(UNNERVING MUSIC PLAYING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)
(MUSIC STOPS)
(HEART b*ating RAPIDLY)
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(PIPE GROANS)
(MUFFLED WOMAN SHOUTING)
(RETCHES)
(GAGS)
(WHEEZES)
(RETCHING)
(DRY-HEAVES)
(LIVELY LATIN MUSIC
PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)
(SCREAMING)
(GASPING)
DR. FRIEL: Always with water.
(ECHOING) Always.
Always.
Always.
(TYPING)
(FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING)
-(ELEVATOR DINGS)
-(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)
(MEN SCREAMING OUTSIDE)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(FIGHTING SCREAMS CONTINUE)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDING)
(SCREAMING CONTINUES)
(MUSIC STOPS)
Ahh!
-Help me! Help me! Help me!
-(MAN SCREAMING)
-(g*n FIRES)
-Help me! Help me! Help me!
Help me! Help me! Help me!
Help me! Help me! Help me!
(ENTRY BELL JINGLES)
(PANTING)
(POP MUSIC PLAYING
FAINTLY ON SPEAKERS)
-(DEVICE BEEPS)
-Declined.
What?
No, it's not.
Can you try again, please?
No...
-Oh, no.
-(DEVICE BEEPS)
CASHIER: Ah, no good.
Oh, God... How much?
You drank already.
You owe $1.79.
-Okay...
-$1.79
BEAU: Oh, no.
Oh, ho-ho!
I call the police.
What? No, no, look,
I'm paying! I'm paying!
-CASHIER: 30 cents more.
-(BEAU GROANS)
Oh, God...
(COINS RATTLE)
CASHIER: 20 now.
BEAU: Oh, my God...
CASHIER: 20! (TAPPING)
-I know!
-Don't curse me, my friend.
I'm not the one.
BEAU: Oh, my God!
CASHIER: Five more now.
There!
I call the police!
(UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOOR THUDS)
(MUFFLED LATIN MUSIC PLAYING)
(PANTING)
Mrs. Wolski?
MAN IN APARTMENT: Back away!
Stay away! Get away!
-BEAU: Oh, no! Oh, no!
-MAN: Get away! Get away!
Get back! Stay away!
-(BEAU HYPERVENTILATING)
-Get back!
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MAN 2 YELLING IN DISTANCE)
(MAN 3 WAILS)
(WINGS FLUTTERING)
(DREAMY MUSICAL STING)
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
(SIRENS WAILING)
(FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING)
(g*n FIRES)
(INDISTINCT ARGUING)
(LATIN MUSIC PLAYING
ON SPEAKERS)
MAN 1: Get away!
Get away from me!
MAN 2: f*ck you! f*ck you!
-(NOISES FROM INSIDE MUTED)
-(FOREBODING MUSIC CONTINUES)
(FIGHTING SCREAMS AND GRUNTS)
(SOFT OPERATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
MAN: Again! Again!
Put it back!
(DRILL WHIRRING)
(DRILL CONTINUES WHIRRING)
(GRIM MUSIC PLAYING)
(ELEVATOR DOORS CREAKING)
(SIGHS)
Hello?
(APPLIANCE WHIRRING)
(GRIM MUSIC CONTINUES)
Sir?
(INHALES)
(APPLIANCE CONTINUES WHIRRING)
Hello?
(BLENDER WHIRRING)
(SIZZLING)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYS)
(MUSIC STOPS)
VOICEMAIL: Hi,
you've reached Mona!
Leave me a message if you ever
want to speak to me again.
(LINE BEEPS)
BEAU: Hi, Mom.
So, I'm trying to book
a flight for tonight,
but the credit card
got declined.
-(ERROR TONE BEEPS)
-AUTOMATED VOICE: We're sorry.
Your message
did not go through.
Please hang up and...
(LINE RINGING)
MAN: Hello?
Hello?
I'm sorry, who is this?
Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm trying to call my mom.
This is your mom's number?
Oh.
Mm? Yeah, it is.
Who... Who's this?
I'm with UPS.
Um...
I don't know
whose phone this is.
I just called the police.
They're already on their way.
Oh...
Okay.
Why?
Hello?
UPS GUY: Can you...
Can you maybe describe
your mother to me?
Uh...
Brown eyes. Red-brown hair?
(RUSTLING OVER PHONE)
Can you maybe describe
her physique?
Wait, what's going on?
W... Why are you calling
the police?
Listen, I don't know
what this is.
I have a package,
and I only came in
because of the smell,
and the dogs on the block
were all going crazy,
and the door was open,
so I just barely came inside,
but... um...
there's a lady on the floor.
Well, the body of a lady,
and there's no face or head.
(SOFTLY) What?
I don't think
I should have answered this.
Police are coming.
This isn't my phone.
I'm truly just finding this.
I'm sorry, you don't...
makes any sense. You...
What do you mean
there's no face or...
or head for who?
I mean, I'm sure there is.
I'm sure it's here.
I'm sure it's everywhere.
A chandelier...
fell on top of it.
And it looks like
it dropped off the ceiling
and it fell on a woman.
And it smashed her head,
it's like it evaporated.
But who is it?
What?
Who is it?
I don't know,
I'm trying to be tactful here.
You're saying that
this could be your mom?
What? I didn't say that!
Why are you saying that?
No, you said that to me!
Look, you asked
if your mother was here.
That's what I'm saying,
I don't know who this is!
I just picked up the phone and
that's what you said, okay?
I didn't do this!
I didn't do this! You know?
I swear.
Maybe you called
the wrong number.
Did you dial this number?
(SOFTLY)
It's saved in my phone.
It's saved on your phone?
Okay, maybe you misdialed.
Oh, my God.
(BREATHING SHAKILY)
Oh, my God... You...
Right? Maybe you misdialed.
Maybe this is all
a big misunderstanding.
-You're scaring me. Okay.
-So, we should hang up...
- Okay.
-...then maybe your mom...
-your mom will pick up.
-Okay
That... Okay.
Hang up. Call back.
No, I'm sorry...
(BEAU BREATHING HEAVILY)
(LINE RINGING)
UPS GUY: I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Do I have your permission to
check her purse for some ID?
Since it's more likely now
that this is your mom?
Hello?
(RUSTLING OVER PHONE)
Is her name... (CLEARS THROAT)
Mona Wassermann?
Is that your mother?
Hello?
Mona Wassermann?
Is that your mom?
(WHEEZING)
Hey. Hey, m...
Is there somebody there?
-(CAR ALARM BLARING)
-(MUFFLED CHATTERING)
(LINE RINGING)
VOICEMAIL: Hi, you've
reached Dr. Jeremy Friel.
Please leave a message,
and I'll return your call
as soon as I'm able.
I'm so sorry.
(LINE BEEPS)
(WATER DRIPPING)
(SOFT SQUEAKING)
(BREATH TREMBLING)
(PHONE CLATTERS)
(SOBBING)
-(SHOES SQUEAK)
-(MAN GRUNTS)
MAN: Please.
Please.
(WHIMPERING)
(TENSE MUSIC BUILDING)
(GRUNTING)
(WHIMPERING)
(GRUNTING AND WHIMPERING)
(MUSIC HALTS)
(BOTH SCREAM)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)
MAN: No, no...
(SCREAMING AND GRUNTING)
-(YELLS)
-(WATER RUMBLING)
(GASPING)
(WATER RUMBLING)
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(BEAU SCREAMING)
Help! Help!
(SCREAMING)
-(GLASS CRUNCHING)
-(SCREAMING IN SPAIN)
(LATIN MUSIC PLAYING
ON SPEAKERS)
f*ck you! f*ck you!
f*ck you! f*ck you!
f*ck you! f*ck you! f*ck you!
-f*ck you!
-(GASPS)
f*ck you! f*ck you! f*ck you!
Police! Oh, my God!
Police!
-Police, please help, will ya?
-Freeze!
Man in my bath,
and a man with a Kn*fe...
-POLICEMAN: Freeze!
-What?
First, drop the w*apon!
Drop it!
Drop the w*apon!
Drop the w*apon!
Drop the w*apon! Drop it.
Drop the w*apon! Drop it.
(BEAU WHIMPERS)
f*ck it... What...
Dude, do not move.
I f*cking said do not move!
Freeze!
(WEAKLY) I'm freezing.
I'm freezing.
-I said f*cking freeze!
-I'm not moving!
POLICEMAN: Trust me.
I'm not gonna say it again.
(HIGH-PITCHED) I'm frozen,
I'm frozen, I'm frozen.
(HIGH-PITCHED) Oh, my God,
don't make me do this.
Do not make me do this,
please. Oh, please.
Please, please,
-don't make me do this!
-No, no.
No, no, no.
-Don't make me do this!
-(BEAU SCREAMS)
-(g*n FIRES)
-(CONTINUES SCREAMING)
(BIRTHDAY BOY CACKLING)
-(CAR HORN BLARES)
-(GASPS)
(BOTH SCREAM)
(BRAKES SCREECH)
(THUD)
(WATER LAPPING FAINTLY)
(WATER SLOSHING)
(MUFFLED AUDIO)
(SOFT SCREECH)
(WATER CONTINUES SLOSHING)
(MUFFLED SCREECHING)
(WIND CHIMES TINKLING)
(SCREECHING CONTINUES
DISTANTLY)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(BIRD SCREECHING IN DISTANCE)
(WIND CHIMES
CONTINUE TINKLING)
(BIRDS CONTINUE CHIRPING)
(INHALES SHARPLY)
-(EXHALES WEAKLY)
-(TUBING RATTLING)
(GASPS)
(BELL CHIMES IN DISTANCE)
WOMAN: I'm coming!
Roger, he's awake.
(GRACE SINGS INDISTINCTLY)
Did you hit the button?
Are you awake?
How're you feeling?
(DEVICE BEEPING)
(GROGGILY) Strange.
I bet. You've been sleeping
for two days.
BEAU: What?
Did I get hit with a car?
(INHALES)
There was an accident, yes.
Oh, goodness...
Uh, I hit you with my car.
(GRUNTS SOFTLY)
(GROANS) Is that this?
There was a stabbing.
You were assaulted.
What?
(SCREAMING)
-(BOTH GRUNTING)
-(BEAU SCREAMING)
(YELLING) Just... Why? Why?
-What?
-I know!
-Am I dead?
-No.
No. You've been healing
so quickly.
And no organs were hit,
and your...
your bleeding was really mild.
What, this is...
What room is this?
This is a room in our house,
but it's your home
for as long as you need.
-My name's Grace.
-(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Oh, this is Roger.
This is my husband.
Hey, guy. Welcome back.
Thought you'd sleep in, huh?
GRACE: Roger's a very
respected surgeon.
He's the one who dressed
and treated your wounds.
-You're a lucky man.
-(DEVICE BEEPS)
BEAU: What is... What is this?
That's my little assistant
health monitor.
Keeps track of your condition.
Was that a dream before?
-What is?
-Was that a dream?
The stabbing?
No, my mom.
-Your...Your mommy?
-My mommy.
Is my mommy dead?
What was your dream, sweetie?
(VOICE BREAKING)
Her head... just gone.
-Her what?
-(CRYING) Her head.
Oh, no, no, that's a dream.
That was a dream.
(SOBBING)
No, her head is gone.
(SHUSHES) No, no, no,
that's a bad dream. It's okay.
Shh. That's a bad dream.
-There you go. Shh. Oh, no.
-My mommy...
(CONTINUES SOBBING)
Just a dream.
It's just a dream.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(BALLAD PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)
Amen.
Amen.
Amen.
-ROGER: Amen.
-(BEAU GRUNTS)
(ROGER SIGHS)
That's Nate. Our boy.
Nathan.
He's Army?
82nd Airborne Division.
Caracas.
k*lled in action.
Where's that?
ROGER: Oh, is it time
for dessert already?
Here you go.
And, uh...
two for the big man.
By the way, Beau, uh,
not for the dinner table,
but, uh, I noticed
when you first came in,
(SOFTLY) your testicles
are significantly distended.
Looks like a bad case
of epididymitis.
GRACE: Let him eat, Roger.
But we should get
an ultrasound
-just to be safe.
-(DOOR SLAMS)
Oh, Toni!
Ton... Come here.
-Come here.
-ROGER: Oh, she's not dead,
-that's nice.
-GRACE: Come... Come in here.
I want you to meet
our new friend.
Beau, this is Toni.
Toni, this is Beau.
Oh, hello.
You enjoying my bed
and all my stuff?
-What? That's your bedroom?
-ROGER: Oh, God... here we go.
I didn't realize that. I'm...
Beau. Take it easy.
Toni's happy to give you
her room.
TONI: Yeah, no.
It's not like we have a
totally empty room available,
completely unused.
That's right.
It's not like that.
You know that.
I'm going to school.
Honey, it's Saturday!
-Don't mix those, Toni!
-(DOOR SLAMS)
Little assh*le.
(BALLAD CONTINUES ON SPEAKERS)
Okay, so you wanna dial nine,
and then you're good.
Do you have the number
you need?
My mom made me memorize it.
Hi, Jeeves!
(BEAU BREATHING HEAVILY)
-(BEAU WINCES)
-Uh, Jeeves, um... He...
Jeeves and my son
served together in Caracas.
He was with him when he d*ed.
(JEEVES YELLS)
Oh, that's gonna be blood.
ROGER: Did you give him
his meds?
I thought you did!
All right...
If you need anything,
just shout.
Stay right there, Jeeves.
Sweetie, don't touch anything.
(DIALING)
(THUDDING INSIDE THE TRAILER)
(LINE RINGING)
MAN: Hello.
Dr. Cohen?
(SIGHS)
DR. COHEN: I'm not a doctor,
Beau, I'm an attorney.
I'm calling about Mom.
Is it true?
Is what true?
That she was discovered
with a collapsed head
in her living room?
That you were
the first person notified
and it's taken three days
-for anyone to hear from you?
- (SOBBING)
Yes, Beau,
it's true.
But how?
I was just speaking with her.
I was coming to see her.
I was coming to see her.
Shh!
(BEAU WHIMPERS)
What...
What happened?
DR. COHEN: Wha... What,
am I the first person
you're asking?
A chandelier crushed her head!
(WATER SLOSHING)
Hello?
Oh, my God.
Hello?
What do I do?
What...
do...
(SNEEZES)
Do I call the... (SOBS)
funeral... funeral people?
About what?
(GULPS)
Do I need... to...
Everyone was contacted
on the day that she was found.
The burial has been
outrageously postponed.
So...
When...
When is it now?
A body is to be buried
immediately, Beau.
"It shall not remain
all night."
Does that ring a bell?
Do you understand anything?
I just woke up.
I got hit by a car,
-and I got stabbed.
-(JEEVES SCREAMS)
(JEEVES GRUNTING)
It was your mother's
unfortunate wish
that she not be buried
without you present.
So, we are waiting, Beau.
And every minute more
that we wait
only deepens the humiliation.
Okay.
Your mother's body
is being watched at all hours.
There is no rest for her.
There has been no rest
for the people that love her.
You need to be here Beau,
dressed in a suit,
with a eulogy.
You need to stop
the humiliation.
It's all that's being
asked of you.
We'll keep an eye out
for Your Highness's
royal carriage.
(HANGS UP)
GRACE: Was that okay?
(GROANING)
I...
I... I need to get home.
I... I have to get back.
(GROANS)
GRACE: Oh...
Baby.
-(ROGER WHOOPS)
-BEAU: I have to get back.
ROGER: Paging Dr. Rog.
Dr. Rog incoming.
-All right, bub.
-BEAU: (CRYING) I need to go.
A little medley here.
-BEAU: Now.
-Under the tongue.
-BEAU: Can you take me?
-Come on.
-Attaboy.
-BEAU: Oh, God...
(CRYING) Oh, God,
oh, God, oh, God...
ROGER: How's our patient?
-He needs to get back.
-Oh, I'm gonna need to go now.
Is there a flight tonight
or this afternoon?
-Or now?
-Oh, sweetheart,
this is the afternoon.
Okay, well,
can we order one or...
-ROGER: Whoa, partner!
-What are we gonna do?
-Partner, hold your horses.
-Oh, God...
ROGER: He can't fly
in his condition.
Yeah, I was gonna say.
ROGER: What's the problem,
ol' buddy?
BEAU: She needs to be buried.
She needs to be buried.
They're waiting for me.
She's...
(SOBBING) She's humiliated.
She's humiliated, oh, so much.
Beau, listen,
there's nothing worse
than losing a parent.
I lost my mother
when I was 11.
I don't think
I ever got over it.
But I promise you,
we will get you there, easy.
Wasserton's only like
a six-hour drive from here.
Can you take me now?
But you also need to get
some serious rest, my brother.
-No! I feel fine.
-GRACE: And some support.
When can you take me?
-Couple days? Then...
-What?
Then after the show,
we can all swing back
here together.
-Roger. Roger, please.
-As a family.
Please, I need to
get back now. I need to go.
GRACE: Heck, Beau, if you need
to get home ASAP...
BEAU: Yeah.
GRACE: ...we're just gonna
have to find a way
to take you tomorrow.
BEAU: What?
Tomorrow... Not... Not... No.
But... But...
ROGER: You know what?
BEAU: ... today, why not today?
ROGER: You're right, honey.
Tomorrow.
-BEAU: Roger, please... (SOBS)
-(GRACE CRIES)
GRACE: Oh...
BEAU: What about today?
-ROGER: Not in this condition.
- (PILLS RATTLING)
(BEAU SOBBING)
(A THOUSAND MILES BY VANESSA
CARLTON PLAYS ON SPEAKERS)
GRACE: I need
more red and blue.
Hmm...
I found it.
(BEAU HUMS)
ROGER: All right!
It's beddy-byes
for the Rog-man!
Where's my blushing bride?
-Yoo-hoo, babe!
-(FLOOR CREAKING)
(AMBIENT MUSIC PLAYING)
(GASPS)
BEAU: Oh, I'm sorry. I was
just going to the bathroom.
(CRUNCHING)
Would you like to trade?
I really don't mind.
Shut my door
and get in my bed.
I really, really, really
don't mind, really.
I like couches.
And I'm leaving tomorrow,
anyway.
Well, If you do change
your mind,
I'm ready to switch whenever.
I'll be happy to.
I'm sorry. Thank you. Sorry.
(MUFFLED DOOR SLIDES)
(MUFFLED FOOTSTEPS)
(DOOR SLIDES)
(FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING)
(WINCING)
TONI: ...don't know
where the f*ck is it!
...touch it? Why would you
touch someone else's sh*t?
(TONI SIGHS)
He moved my toothbrush.
He used... Did he...
Did he f*cking use
my toothbrush?
Today's the day, Beau.
How's it feel?
Is he okay with me?
Eh, probably.
GRACE: It's just his nerves,
Beau.
He's been through a lot.
Just like you.
Man's a hero.
Okay, pal-e-o,
it's you and me!
Grace unfortunately
can't join.
She's got her big
shareholder meeting.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Feelin' sad about
going home, Beau?
Must feel totally unreal.
Yeah...
Yeah, I don't know.
I don't know.
Right. So...
Not "sad" exactly.
I mean, yes. Of course.
I just...
I think I need
to get there to even...
(RINGTONE SONG PLAYING)
Hey, that makes sense.
That makes all the sense
in the world! (SIGHS)
Hello?
Speaking.
Uh-huh.
When did it happen?
Water skiing?
Ugh. Well, yes, no, of course.
Tell them to rush him over.
Oh, my God! (SIGHS)
Emergency surgery.
Carl Oberst
split his head open.
-(GRACE GASPS)
-One of my oldest patients.
GRACE: Oh, G...
Well, I can't miss work today.
It's all hands on deck.
-(ROGER SIGHS)
-Oh, my gosh, Carl.
ROGER: I know. Good ol' Carl.
(SIGHS) Okay... Okay...
Mm... (GROANS)
(GROANS LOUDLY)
(SIGHS HEAVILY)
Beau,
this is gonna take a while.
I don't know
if today's gonna happen.
Okay...
What do you mean?
I wanna say tonight,
but I already pushed
this morning's surgeries
to tomorrow.
But... if I pull 'em all back
to this afternoon,
we could blast off
tomorrow morning!
No, but I have to go today.
I... I have to leave today,
my mother...
-(SCREAMS IN PAIN)
-ROGER: Uh-oh!
(GROANS)
-See...
-(BEAU GROANS)
-Mm-mm.
-(GRACE GASPS)
GRACE: Oh, Beau!
ROGER: You aren't healed,
my dude.
Not to mention...
Maybe there's a way.
Since you're busy,
maybe I can... I can fly.
I fly and I can pay you back
when I get my credit card.
It isn't about the money,
Beau.
You can't fly
with your wounds.
The air pressure
will rip you wide open.
Maybe I can take a bus!
I can take a bus.
Can I take a bus?
Or take a train? Or... Or...
Or a cab?
Beau, we're responsible
for you.
Driving you home is
the absolute least we can do.
Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.
I'm sorry,
but I have to go today.
I have to go today.
I don't want to impose.
I don't want to...
Going tomorrow
won't be an imposition!
It'll be my pleasure.
Okay?
(SOFTLY)
How did you get me here?
Is it, Beau?
Don't just say that.
This is your decision.
(LOW UNNERVING MUSIC PLAYS)
Thanks, pal, you're a trouper!
Sorry for the curveball, Beau!
Wait, don't you need
to stitch me up?
Ah, it's fine. Just cut back
on the jumping jacks,
you know what I mean?
In the meantime, my man,
this is your home.
I need to run, too, sweetie.
-(WHISPERS) There's a...
-ROGER: Oh,
and I'm giving Jeeves
his medicine,
so if you hear him screaming,
he's just asleep.
Don't forget to hydrate.
What?
GRACE: Drink lots of water.
ROGER: We're taking
you back tomorrow.
GRACE: Goodbye, sweetie.
ROGER: "Tomorrow
creeps in this petty pace
"from day to day..." (FADING)
-What?
-(ROGER YELLING INDISTINCTLY)
What does this mean?
Wait! What does that mean?
ROGER: Shake a leg.
(DIALING)
VOICEMAIL: You've reached
the office of Harold Cohen.
Leave a detailed message.
I'll get back to you
as soon as possible.
(LINE BEEPS)
BEAU: Hey, Dr. Cohen.
It's Beau.
I'm on my way.
AUTOMATED VOICE:
The mailbox is full
and cannot accept
any messages at...
(AMBIENT MUSIC PLAYING)
(TYPING)
NEWS ANCHOR:
Our senior correspondent,
Brian Galloway, joins us now.
Brian, what have we learnt?
All we know
at the moment is that
Mona Wassermann was found dead
in the living room
of her magnificent home
with a chandelier
where one's head should be.
Due to
extenuating circumstances,
she has not yet been buried.
But she must.
She was 70 years old.
REPORTER: Excuse me, sir,
you discovered the body?
Look, I never would've
gone inside if...
if, uh, the dogs in the street
hadn't been going nuts
and I hadn't smelled
that smell
and the door
hadn't been half-open.
That's the only reason
I went inside.
Admired by her friends
and feared by her competitors,
Mona Wassermann
was a local industry titan
and a force
to be reckoned with.
I just can't believe it.
NEWS ANCHOR:
Mona Wassermann has been...
-(TAPPING ON TRACKPAD)
-What?
What the f*ck!
Oh... I'm sorry!
I'm sorry I was
on your computer. I threw up.
I'll... I'll clean it up.
I'll clean up.
I'll clean up
better than before.
TONI: We're leaving.
What?
I'm taking you home.
BEAU: What about
Roger taking me?
(SCREAMS) Who the f*ck do you
think told me to take you?
(CAR LOCK CHIRPS)
Meet my new brother.
I'm just Grace
and Roger's friend. Hi.
-(DOOR CLOSES)
-Look at this.
(SIGHS) I don't even care.
He just threw up
on my f*cking computer.
-(DOOR ALARM BEEPS)
-(BEAU SIGHS)
Thank you.
Thank you for taking me.
Taking him where?
Aren't you a little old
to be getting adopted?
I'm not adopted.
GIRL: Yeah, you are.
To him.
No, thank you.
TONI: Dad told me
you need to smoke it.
BEAU: What?
TONI: It's for your healing.
He says you need to relax.
That's okay, really.
Thank you.
I already took some pills.
TONI: Um, no.
Actually, it's not,
"Okay, really. Thank you."
(SNIFFLES) Your new dad says
that your pills aren't enough
and that you need to smoke
this with your little sister.
Please,
I really can't do this.
I just saw something
very confusing
and I just need to get home.
(BRAKES SCREECH)
Look, you smoke it
and we take you home.
You don't and we don't.
That's it.
Wait...
Then, I'll just wait
for Roger to take me.
Can you please open the door?
If you don't do it right now,
I'm going to make her
pull my hair so hard
that it detaches my scalp,
and she'll say
that you did it.
GIRL: I will.
I remember that you did,
I saw it.
You taking advantage of us.
What's in it?
TONI: It's three things.
Okay, thank you.
TONI: Do it actually.
Please. That was enough.
TONI: Harder.
Keep going.
Don't stop.
-Don't cough. Don't...
-(COUGHING)
(GIRLS LAUGHING)
Dude...
Oh, my God...
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
TONI: I'll take this.
(GIRLS CONTINUE LAUGHING)
Wait, what?
What is that? What?
TONI: (MOCKINGLY)
"What is that?" (LAUGHING)
All right,
can you please open...
GIRL: Your brother is f*cked.
(GASPING) Can you open
the window, please?
-(TONI SMOKES)
-GIRL: Yeah bitch! Hit that!
(GIRL LAUGHS)
(SLURRING) Oh...
Oh, my God.
-Wait, what is in that?
-(GIRL HUFFS)
TONI: You saw
what Sarah posted?
GIRL: Oh, my God.
What a lying little bitch.
TONI: Bet she never even
met that guy.
GIRL: Whatever.
He needs to raise your grade.
Can you die from this?
(GASPING)
Can you die from this?
What? I don't know...
Wait, wait.
(CRYING)
I don't want to.
GIRL: Dude, I'm still
so f*cking pissed.
TONI: Yeah, whatever.
GIRL: This is, like,
the fifth time!
TONI: (LAUGHS)
It is not the fifth!
-It's, like, the second!
-GIRL: I don't care!
Not even a D. A D-plus.
Just give me
a f*cking C-minus!
TONI: It's 'cause
he wants you.
GIRL: He should be fired
for wanting me.
TONI: Oh, my God, he would
totally not survive it.
He's like
a thousand years old.
(GIRLS LAUGHING)
GIRL: Oh, my God,
what if we k*lled him
by getting him fired?
(GIRLS LAUGHING)
(LAUGHTER STARTS ECHOING)
(MUFFLED INDISTINCMALE VOICE ECHOING)
(LAUGHTER FADES)
(MUFFLED INDISTINCFEMALE VOICE)
The car is getting smaller.
(ECHOING LAUGHTER RETURNS)
Oh, wait,
that's the house again!
We just passed your house!
-Hey!
-(ECHOING) What?
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING DISTANTLY)
(SOFTLY) What?
(SEAGULLS CONTINUE SQUAWKING)
(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)
(FOGHORN BLOWS)
(SEAGULLS CONTINUE SQUAWKING)
MONA: Do you miss Martha,
Beau?
Of course. I love Martha.
You love Martha?
She's my friend. I like her.
Ah, see, Beau?
You're not the only kid here.
(BOTTLE CLATTERS)
You know
what I've been through.
So, hearing you
tell me what to do.
-You can't even pay for it.
-This is my...
-(SHOWER RUNNING)
-(MONA SINGING IN SHOWER)
(MUFFLED URGENKNOCKING ON DOOR)
GIRL: (MUFFLED) There's
a dead man in the pool!
(KNOCKING CONTINUES)
There's a dead man
in the pool!
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
There's a dead man
in the pool!
There's a dead man
in the pool!
(MONA CONTINUES SINGING)
There's a dead man
in the pool!
(WAVES CRASH GENTLY)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
There's a dead man
in the pool!
So you're just here
with your mom?
YOUNG BEAU: Only sometimes.
Right now, I'm by myself.
GIRL: Mm. I'm Elaine.
YOUNG BEAU: I'm Beau.
ELAINE: I'm Elaine.
YOUNG BEAU: Are you here
with your mother?
ELAINE: Yeah.
She got me, and my dad got
our rich whore neighbor
who he's probably
f*cking right now
on a pile
of her slut money in Aruba.
Here, take a picture of me
and Gene.
(CAMERA CLICKS, WHIRRS)
MONA: Is that the type of girl
you're attracted to?
YOUNG BEAU: No.
MONA: Because I've noticed
you noticing certain types.
It's okay if you are.
You don't have
to feel embarrassed.
I'm not.
MONA: She's very pretty.
Very natural.
You could ask my advice,
you know?
Only women know women.
That's the truth.
Men are blind.
That's not a criticism.
That's their charm.
Don't be defensive.
I'm proud of the man you are.
Hey...
I'm proud of the man you are.
A girl like that...
confident, self-possessed...
(SIGHS)
A man would have to match her.
But you could.
She should be so lucky.
Any woman would be so lucky.
(WAVES CRASHING GENTLY)
You just have
to commit completely.
Nothing in life
is more important
than choosing
the right companion.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(MUFFLED) Hey, my dude!
Long time no see.
-How was your day?
-GRACE: How're you feeling,
-sweetie?
-Oh, good!
You're already in your PJs.
Well, we're hot on your tail!
(CHUCKLES)
MONA: I think
I might go to bed early.
YOUNG BEAU: Okay.
MONA: I haven't decided yet.
Unless...
you'd rather I stay up.
We could
stroll around the deck...
go star gazing.
I'll go to bed.
What about eclairs?
People hide razors in them.
What about rainbow cake?
The colors make cancer.
What about liquid sh*t?
(FOGHORN BLOWS)
Do you think
your mom's a c**t?
What do you mean?
Well, it's okay.
My mom's a complete c**t.
Are you a virgin?
Well, it doesn't matter!
I am, too.
I mean, who gives a sh*t?
I have to.
It's very dangerous for me.
It's genetic.
My father d*ed.
Here...
-Suck this off.
-What?
What?
What?
We're allowed to kiss.
Who is?
But only for
the next 10 seconds.
What do you mean?
Ten, nine,
-eight, seven...
-What? Wait...
-...six, five...
-We're allowed to...
-...four, three...
-Can you just explain?
-Are we...
-...two, one!
One and a half!
One and three quarters!
I'm sorry.
-(FOGHORN BLOWS)
-Elaine!
sh*t, f*ck. I gotta go.
Okay. I'm sorry.
-Tomorrow?
-(SCREAMS) Now!
-(GASPING)
-TONI: ...to be in my bed!
He's breaking your rules!
Hypocrite!
ROGER: (YELLING) You want
to test me, young lady?
TONI: Jeeves!
He's inside!
Inside!
(FRANTIC KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Beau, Beau, Beau,
-they're taking me away.
-(SCREECHING)
Beau, wake up, wake up!
She's taking me away.
-She's taking me off the ship!
-MONA: What's happening?
She's taking me away.
-Will you wait for me?
-MONA: Beau, what is going on?
I love you.
Will you wait for me?
MONA: What's happening?
-(CRYING) I love you.
-(MONA GASPS)
MONA: Oh, my God.
Why are you doing this?
What is this?
Will you wait for me?
-Yes.
-Promise?
-I swear, yes.
-Do you promise? Promise me!
-Okay? Okay...
-I promise.
-Enough!
-Who is this bitch?
ELAINE'S MOM:
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
-What is this?
-(SCREAMING) No! No! No!
-ELAINE'S MOM: Now!
-Beau, I love you, okay?
ELAINE'S MOM:
Come here right now!
ELAINE: Wait for me!
Wait for me, okay?
-ELAINE'S MOM: Shut up!
-MONA: Oh, my God!
-ELAINE'S MOM: Lainie!
-ELAINE: Wait for me!
MONA: My heart.
-ELAINE'S MOM: ...never again!
-ELAINE: No!
-MONA: Oh, my God.
-ELAINE: No!
ELAINE'S MOM: Close it!
MONA: What did you
promise her, Beau?
(MONA CRYING)
Beau!
(YELLING) Where is she going,
Beau? Was she the one?
ROGER: No, no, no, no!
Put that down!
TONI'S VOICE:
He's on the couch!
JEEVES: (SCREAMING)
He's inside!
(GLASS SHATTERS)
-(METAL CLANGS)
-Okay, okay, okay...
-That's him! That's him!
-Okay... Not him. Okay...
JEEVES: That's enough!
ROGER: No need
to get up, Beau!
-GRACE: He's not straight!
-ROGER: Stay bent! Stay bent!
GRACE: All right...
-He's laughing!
-ROGER: No, no.
He's laughing!
He's laughing.
Don't worry, Beau.
False alarm.
-GRACE: It's okay, Beau.
-(JEEVES SCREAMING)
He doesn't know
what he's doing.
-It's all under control.
-(JEEVES GRUNTING)
-Okay.
-JEEVES: He's laughing!
GRACE: When they rescued him
in the jungle,
they found him running around,
sh**ting at the bodies.
And not at... not the enemy,
-his own squad too.
-ROGER: His own squad, Beau.
GRACE: He was defending
himself. He still is.
(PANTING) He's a hero
and he came back to nothing!
We're the only ones
who would take him in.
ROGER: He's gonna be so
ashamed in the morning, Beau.
Mark my words.
He loves you.
He told me he loves you.
(FADING OUT)
He told me yesterday.
GRACE: (MUFFLED) That's not
part of the original contract.
I'm a mother myself, you know.
In that case,
I might have to let...
Look alive, pal!
It's grill time!
I thought we'd have
a little goodbye barbecue
before we hit the road!
-(WEAKLY) What?
-You got the tri-tip!
Good morning, sweetheart.
How are you feeling?
ROGER: You coming, Gracie?
Be right there.
Let's get you up.
-(GROANS)
-Oh, oh, oh...
Shh, shh, shh, shh. Come on.
Baby. Breathe.
(BEAU MOANS)
As someone who sees you
and loves you
and knows what
you're going through,
even though I know
I can never know,
I have to tell you...
ROGER: Babers!
You mind coming out here
for a sec? I need a hand.
Of course.
Why don't you find
something to watch?
I'll be right back.
(WHISPERS) Channel 78.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS)
(TV STATIC)
(UNNERVING MUSIC PLAYS)
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
TONI: (SCREAMING) ...now!
ROGER: What... What is...
What...
What... What...
We're gonna finally
put some color on these walls.
-(BREATHING HEAVILY)
-What?
Here. Take that wall.
That wall!
Okay.
Yeah, how about this?
(PANTING AND SNIFFLING)
Wait... Wait, what...
What are you doing?
Why are you doing this?
(BREATHING SHAKILY)
Hey... Grace is so careful
about this room.
(SCREAMS) It's my brother!
(SOFTLY) I know. So, why?
Okay.
-Yeah.
-What?
TONI: Yeah, you know what?
You'll just get f*cked up
with me.
I'm supposed to be leaving.
So you'll leave f*cked up!
I feel really, really bad
right now, please!
So what? You can come into
my life and sleep in my bed
and steal my f*ckin' parents,
but you can't get
f*ckin' f*cked up with me?
No! I'm not trying
to steal anything, I swear!
(SCREAMING) I know you are.
You've blown it!
You failed your stupid test!
(TONI CRYING)
What?
Everyone pretending
you're some sad old orphan!
It makes me puke!
BEAU: Wait...
Wait, what do you mean?
Uh, I'm sorry. Please...
I'll... I'll leave.
I'll do whatever you want.
But what does that mean?
What do you mean about a test?
I'm not asking you to leave!
I've asked you
to f*cking drink
this f*cking paint with me!
-Toni, please!
-Don't call me Toni!
I'm sorry,
but it is your name!
It is my name. It's my name.
(CRYING)
Wait... Wait, what do you mean
when you said that
about the test?
-What does that mean?
-(SCREAMS) I don't care!
You first.
(SOFTLY) Don't, Toni, please.
You listen to me.
I have videos of you.
I'll post them.
I'll say what you did!
What? What did I do?
What did I do?
Fine, you f*ckin'
p*ssy f*gg*t.
BEAU: No, please, Toni, don't!
(GULPING)
Stop, please!
You're gonna be sick!
Stop! Stop!
f*ck you!
BEAU: (MUFFLED)
Help! Help! Doctor!
Help!
(BEAU SOBBING)
(GRACE SCREAMS)
GRACE: Oh, God!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
She should blink!
She should be blinking.
GRACE: No! She drank...
(SCREAMS)
What did you do to her?
No! I... I didn't...
I tried to get her to stop.
I begged her,
please stop doing it.
(GRACE GASPING AND CRYING)
GRACE: Oh, my God...
Come on, Toni. Come on, Toni.
No, Toni.
-(PAINT SQUELCHING)
-No! No! Come on, baby.
I... I didn't... I didn't...
I told her not to.
(SOBS) I begged her.
GRACE: Come on... No!
Come on, baby! Come on.
(PANTING)
(CONTINUES CRYING)
I see you now!
What?
GRACE: Replacing my son!
-With a demon!
-No, no. No, Grace.
(SCREAMS) With a demon!
-(SCREAMING)
-(BEAU WHIMPERING)
-I'll k*ll you!
-No! No!
-I'll k*ll you!
-No! Oh, my God!
(GRACE PANTING)
(BEAU SCREAMS)
(DOG BARKING)
BEAU: This ends up bad.
It's bad. Totally bad.
GRACE: (SCREAMING) Jeeves!
Rip him apart!
(PANTING)
(FLIES BUZZING)
(THUD)
(FAINT CREAK)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(SOFT OPERATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(ANIMAL CHIRRING)
(TWIGS SNAPPING UNDERFOOT)
(SOFT OPERATIC MUSIC
CONTINUES)
(INSECTS AND ANIMALS
CONTINUE CHIRRING)
(OPERATIC MUSIC ENDS)
WOMAN: (SINGING)
Into your arms
Into your mouth
Into your eyes I fall
I felt all my breath
You breathe me in
All my heart
-You st...
-BEAU: Hello? I'm...
I'm sorry, I'm... I'm lost.
I was in an accident.
And I don't...
I don't know where I am.
I'm sorry, but can you
please help me?
Are you hurt?
It's a very big piece of glass
in your head.
Glass?
Oh, it was a door.
Oh... I think we should...
take it out.
Can I take it out?
BEAU: Uh-huh.
-(GASPS) Oh, God...
-WOMAN: Okay. Okay.
-Oh...
-Okay.
-Does it bleed a lot?
-Okay, it's out.
It's good. The head ones,
they bleed like crazy
and then they just stop.
Is it?
-Is it stopped?
-Mm-hmm.
-It is?
-See?
Is it?
Trust me, my father
bled to death. (CHUCKLES)
We should clean it up.
It could still get infected.
You wanna come with me?
Okay.
(INSECTS CHIRPING)
Thank you.
We're nearly there.
(PLEASANT MUSIC PLAYING)
(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(MEN CONTINUE SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY)
WOMAN: Hi, Lloyd.
This is Beau.
BEAU: Hello.
-WOMAN: He was in an accident.
-(STRUMMING LUTE)
His mother just d*ed,
and his father d*ed
before he was born.
"When sorrows come,
"they come not single spies,
but in battalions."
BEAU: Thank you.
-(PEOPLE LAUGHING)
-This is me. Just a sec, Beau.
(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
I have an extra sleeping bag
if you need one.
This way, Beau.
LLOYD: "Some Cupid kills
with arrows, some with traps."
MAN 2: (SINGING)
Fly, ladybug, fly
Up in the sky so high
I have no parents left
That's why I'm so bereft
(SOFT LAUGHTER)
MAN 3: Damn these crossroads!
How can one stake one's life
on a choice between
two unmarked paths?
-(SWITCHES CLICK)
-MAN 4: If one leads forward,
must the other go backwards?
-WOMAN 2: If it were a trap?
-MAN 2: Or this an opportunity?
MAN 3: Or might they
both lead home,
where I can take
my rightful seat,
and be lord
of my own possessions?
They're rehearsing
for the preview.
MAN 3: Damn these crossroads!
There, let's not spoil it.
(TRUMPETS SOUNDING)
MAN 4:
As great trumpets speak,
our poor hero
realizes too late.
MAN 3: But these
are funeral horns!
WOMAN: Everyone!
This is Beau.
PEOPLE: (SCATTERED) Hi, Beau!
WOMAN: He was in an accident
and both his parents are dead.
-MAN 1: No!
-MAN 2: Are you okay?
MAN 1: That's terrible.
BEAU: What is this place?
WOMAN: We call ourselves
the Orphans of the Forest.
LADYBUG MAN: That's right!
(CHUCKLES)
Although many of our parents
simply abandoned us
without even bothering to die.
We're a traveling
theater company.
We go from forest to forest,
off the grid, making up homes
from whatever we find.
LADYBUG MAN: And then at
the end, we put on a big show!
I'm so sorry.
Aw.
See him?
That's Yesekov.
He's the man
who started all of this.
CHILD: Papa...
(MUSIC CHIMES)
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS)
It's time for the show!
Hi, there. Are you joining us?
BEAU: What do you mean?
Do you want a costume?
-Oh...
-We like to, uh,
blur the line between
the audience and the players.
Either of these?
I like this color
with your eyes.
Or this one's fun...
BEAU: Um...
-That one.
-That's my favorite too.
Let's get changed.
I'm happy
you're joining, Beau.
Hey there, brother,
I'm Duncan!
What brought you here?
(THREATENING MUSIC PLAYING)
GRACE: (SCREAMING)
Jeeves! Rip him apart!
(JEEVES GRUNTING
AND SCREAMING)
(DEVICE BEEPS)
(BEEPING)
(LEAVES RUSTLING)
(SHINE BY VANESSA AMOROSI
PLAYING)
You can give your life,
you can lose your soul
You can bang your head
or you can drown in a hole
Nothing lasts forever, but...
What am I doing here?
Look around you
Everyone you see,
everyone you know...
Please tell me,
what am I doing here?
Shine
(SONG FADES)
(OMINOUS PERCUSSION
MUSIC PLAYS)
-(BELL TOLLS)
-(MUSIC STOPS)
HERO: (SCREAMING) No!
O God...
Fate has b*rned my house
to cinders
and launched me into exile.
I once thought I knew despair,
and that I could master it...
but now that I know this pain,
I can't fathom relief.
(SOBBING)
When I reach out for answers,
I grasp cold air.
(INHALES TEARILY) O, with
my mother and father gone,
I have lost my whole self!
(CONTINUES SOBBING)
(WHIRRING)
(WIND WHISTLING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
You grieve well.
Your parents are honored,
and now may rest
forever in peace.
Rise.
(HERO GASPS)
ANGEL: Now go forth.
Erect your own
glittering home...
and make it permanent.
Do I venture forth...
or stay here?
With what I know.
(SOFT WHINING REVERBERATION)
(FAINT AMBIENT MUSIC PLAYS)
If I stay, I die.
No. I must go.
-(CHAIN RATTLES)
-(HERO GASPS)
What? Chains!
(GRUNTS)
Now you see.
They have always been there.
(SOUND BOX CREAKS)
(REVERBERATION INTENSIFIES)
ANGEL: Yes. Push forward.
Pray that you learn valor
and be given luck.
You will walk many miles.
Dozens will become hundreds,
hundreds
will become thousands.
You will pass through
countless villages.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
But finally, one village
will speak to you,
some deep,
essential part of you
will recognize it,
and you will say,
"This village is mine."
You will learn a trade...
and eventually earn a living.
You will know the pleasure
of tasting fruit and bread
-and wine that is yours...
-(COINS JINGLING)
...because you have earned it.
You will find a plot of land
and build a house
with your own hands.
You will cultivate the land.
You will live off it.
You will come
to make new friends.
(CAMERA CLICKS)
One day,
you will meet a woman.
The story of your meeting
will change
according to who tells it:
that you were lost
and she helped you
find your way,
or that she was off course
and you guided her home.
She will see your fears,
and your pain, and your dreams,
and your potential...
and you will see hers.
In finding your other half,
the gifts of your life
will multiply.
Sometimes, she will look like
a man to you.
She will become pregnant
because you have sex with her.
You will have children.
Three sons.
You will teach them
what you know,
and you will tell them
you love them every day.
They will grow
into handsome boys,
blessed with courage
and kindness and ambition.
You will share your feelings
of pride with your therapist.
He will archive them.
One day, an historic storm
will sweep through
your village...
-(THUNDER RUMBLING)
-...and destroy your home.
(RUMBLING)
-You will be carried away...
-(CHILDREN SCREAMING)
...by a great flood.
(THUNDER CRASHES)
You and your family
will be separated.
-(CHILDREN CONTINUE SCREAMING)
-(THUNDERCLAP)
(INSECTS CHIRRING)
And you will be deposited
in a strange country.
(ANIMALS CHITTERING)
(ANIMALS HOWLING IN DISTANCE)
You will look
for your family for days...
then weeks,
then months,
so many months that
you will come to lose count,
but you will not find them.
You will try to find work
to support
your continuing search,
but no one
will speak your language.
You will be treated
like a criminal.
Eventually,
you will come upon a village
wracked
by an inexplicable plague.
As you pass through,
a man, deranged by tragedy,
will identify you as the beast
who b*rned down his home
and replaced
his children's feet
with their hands.
You will try to argue
your innocence,
but this will only
make you sound more guilty.
(THUD)
You will wonder yourself
whether you are guilty.
(FIRE CRACKLING)
You will flee.
Mad with vengeance,
they will send an att*ck dog
to pursue you.
(GROWLING)
It will tear through the world
to find you.
You won't know this,
but you will sense it.
And you will keep
a detailed record
of these impressions in a log.
And over time, this log
will become many logs.
Your adventures will continue
for years and years.
You will learn to distinguish
birds by their call
and you will know every tree
and plant by its name.
Abandoning all comforts,
you will condition your mind
to new ways of seeing.
You will experience
great highs and profound lows,
and you will look
for your family
until your life shrinks
and fades
into the dream of a ghost.
You will come to wonder
if they ever existed.
Finally, when you are
old and frail,
you will collapse
in exhaustion.
(CRYING)
Oh, sweetheart...
Why are you crying?
Because I've searched
for my family
all my life,
to the end of my life,
and I'm still alone.
You should not be crying
for your misfortunes,
for your own sins.
You also have been
searched for,
but you're so lost
in your own selfishness
that no one
could ever find you.
Confess.
Before your peers.
But what did I do?
You know.
Confess.
(SNIFFLES, CRIES)
(WHISPERING)
I've been a coward.
(SOBBING) My whole life.
You will confess everything.
After which,
you will find the earth
replaced by good water.
Sleep will come untroubled.
-(BIRDS CHIRPING)
-(TRUMPETS SOUND IN DISTANCE)
To the sound
of distant trumpets,
you will awake,
as if by a miracle,
at the foot
of your glittering village.
No one will recognize you,
but the smell of the air,
and the sounds of the insects,
and the way the evening light
slashes itself
across the chimney
of a neighbor's old house,
will unloose in you
a torrent of vivid memories.
You will be invited
to a special play
being put on
in an outdoor theater
just for that night.
Despite your hunger,
you will decide to spend
your last dollar on this.
Over the last 40 years,
his memory had faltered
to the extent
that he couldn't remember
his own mother's face,
but just by breathing
in the air,
he was seized
by the absolute certainty
that this was his village.
Nobody remembered him,
and even though
all of his neighbors
had been replaced
by younger generations,
he recognized everything,
and somehow
he too felt recognized.
His home had waited for him,
just as loyally
as he had searched for it.
Even the sight
of the evening sun,
casting slashes of amber light
across a familiar chimney,
sent him reeling
into a flood of memories.
What did our father do next?
And where was the village?
We only saw it as boys
and have no memories!
Please,
-tell us how to find it.
-No, wait...
What did he do next?
He was delirious with hunger
and only had enough money
for one bowl of soup,
but before he could spend it,
he was invited
to a special play.
It was already in progress,
but he felt compelled
to go in,
so he spent his last dollar.
Not long after sitting in,
he saw that
the details of the plot
were impossibly similar
to those
of his own life,
and there were three young men
on the stage
who looked
remarkably like himself.
This is me!
And he rose up, at once
exhilarated and terrified
that it might not be true,
and he announced...
This is my story!
And the three young men
immediately recognized the man
as their father.
-Dad?
-No. It can't be.
OLD BEAU: My sons!
YOUNG MAN 1: Dad...
(VOICE BREAKING) Dad... Dad...
Oh, oh, oh...
YOUNG MAN 1: (CRYING)
Oh, my God.
-Oh...
-Oh, my God.
-Oh...
-Oh, my God.
You're my boys!
(SOBBING)
Oh, my beautiful, sweet boys!
Don't be afraid. I'm here.
Come here.
Come here. (KISSING) Oh...
Oh, my... Oh, my God.
Oh...
Where... Where have you been?
(ALL SOBBING)
You... You were ripped
from me.
I've looked for you
for so long... so long.
-(SOBBING) Oh...
-(BREATH TREMBLING)
YOUNG MAN 1: Where did you go?
And how are you?
I made you. Oh, my loves.
Oh, my loves. Oh, my darlings.
Oh, my darlings.
YOUNG MAN 2:
I missed you so much.
-Oh. Oh, that's okay.
-(ALL SOBBING)
It's okay, I'm here. I'm here.
Oh, my loves.
YOUNG MAN 1:
This the end of things.
It's okay.
What about our mother?
Is she...
-What?
-Is she...
She's not with you?
She's not with you?
-Oh, God.
-YOUNG MAN 1: We were...
We were raised as orphans.
Oh, no!
Oh, I'm so sorry.
YOUNG MAN 3: Where's Mom?
OLD BEAU: It's okay, my love.
-It's okay.
-YOUNG MAN 1: Dad... (SOBBING)
YOUNG MAN 3: Mom...
-(ALL SNIFFLING)
-YOUNG MAN 1: Is there...
Is there any other family?
Besides us?
You had a grandmother.
Where is she?
Ah...
Her head.
And our grandfather?
YOUNG MAN 1: How did he die?
(SIGHS)
MONA: He d*ed
on our wedding night.
The same night
you were conceived.
He d*ed the very instant
you were conceived.
How?
By finishing.
(SMACKS LIPS) Into me.
He had a heart murmur,
just like you.
YOUNG BEAU: Did it hurt?
I'm sure it was excruciating.
It was the first time
we made love.
The first time either of us
made love, with anyone.
Your grandpa
and your great-grandpa
d*ed the same way.
But he thought
he might be different.
I'm just as guilty.
I urged him on.
I wanted a normal life.
I wanted a child.
(SOFTLY) He d*ed on top of me.
Inside.
I think about it,
I want to rip my ears off.
But then...
But then, that same trauma...
which changed me so utterly...
also resulted in
the greatest gift of my life.
I am so sorry for what
your daddy passed down to you.
I can't tell you
how sorry I am.
YOUNG MAN 1: Is that a lie?
(SOFTLY) No.
YOUNG MAN 3: Can...
Can that really happen?
Yes.
It's why I never...
with anyone.
YOUNG MAN 1: Dad...
You've never been with anyone?
YOUNG MAN 3: Then...
Then how... did you have us?
Ah...
HERO: What should I do?
Which limb shall I strike off?
You might act yesterday
and it would be decades tardy.
HERO: Have I not given
all I have?
All you have?
You have given trifles.
You have sacrificed
nothing real.
HERO: I have been pinned down
by my promises!
I am not
the master of my life!
(GOD LAUGHS)
(SOFTLY) Are you okay?
-HERO: I am a mouse in a maze!
-GOD: A maze?
I... I feel sick.
I know.
Try this.
It helps me.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Thank you.
Thank you.
(PLAY CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY)
BEAU: Hello?
Can I help you?
Do you recognize me?
I don't know.
When you were little...
BEAU: What?
How did you come here?
I was chased.
Your father is alive.
What?
I knew him.
After you were born.
I worked for your mom.
Not before I was born.
He d*ed before...
Serving your dad food,
cleaning up after him.
My parents were in debt
to your mom.
What's that?
BEAU: What?
Who... Who are you?
It doesn't matter, right?
-It does. It...
-No. It's just...
kidding. I...
I'm so happy to see you.
(GASPS) Are you him?
Wait.
Wait.
WOMAN: You okay, sweetheart?
(FAINT BEEPING)
HERO: Do my eyes deceive me?
What is this phantom I see?
(BEEPING SPEED INCREASING)
(RUSTLING)
Hello, fair stranger!
(BEEPING RAPIDLY)
(LONG BEEP)
(BEEPING STOPS)
Ah, now you see,
-out of the shadows...
-(SCREAMS)
(ALL SCREAMING)
MAN 1: Get me down right now!
Get me down from here!
(MEN YELLING INDISTINCTLY)
(PEOPLE SCREAM)
MAN 1: Get me down!
MAN 2: Somebody help me!
MAN 1: Get me down from here!
Get me down!
MAN 2: I can't!
MAN 1: I'm tied up. Hurry!
STRANGE MAN: Beau!
-Dad?
-Run!
(ALL SCREAMING)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(GASPS)
(g*nf*re)
(WHIMPERING)
(CONTINUES WHIMPERING)
(JEEVES SCREAMING)
-(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
-(g*nf*re STOPS)
(BURSTS)
(BURSTS)
(INSECT CHIRPING FAINTLY)
GIRL: Am I hurting you?
(WATER RUNNING)
Okay, let's go. Clothes off.
MONA: Come on. Enough now.
What did I say?
Didn't I say I wasn't gonna do
this again with you tonight?
I'm about to feel hurt.
You're about
to really hurt me.
Where's Daddy?
Excuse me?
You know where Daddy is.
Daddy's dead.
Are you trying to hurt me?
I don't care! I want Daddy!
You want Daddy, too?
Come on. You want it your way,
let's go!
(WATER SLOSHING)
(WATER SPILLS)
(LADDER CREAKS)
Up you go!
-I can't.
-Oh, but of course you can!
You're big enough
to hurt Mommy,
you're big enough for this!
-Nobody's allowed up there.
-Up!
-Do you wanna go up, too?
-BEAU: No.
What is that? Are you nodding?
MONA: This is it!
We don't talk
about you anymore!
-(RUMBLING)
-Get back in!
(RUMBLING INTENSIFIES)
-(RUMBLING STOPS)
-(BIRDS CHIRPING)
-(SOLEMN OPERATIC MUSIC PLAYS)
-(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(SOLEMN OPERATIC
MUSIC CONTINUES)
(FAINT INDISTINCT CHATTER)
BEAU: Excuse me, sir.
Is the funeral
already happening?
Already over.
There's a video inside.
(SOLEMN MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MAN CLEARS THROAOVER SPEAKERS)
MAN: (ON SPEAKERS) Mona.
Mona Wassermann.
We're gathered here today
as a community,
bound together
by our love for Mona,
and by a feeling of duty.
The duty to mourn
Mona's passing,
but also to celebrate
Mona's life.
Mona, who was
petrified of squirrels.
Mona, who single-handedly
built a super-business
beyond her wildest dreams.
Mona, who was
an endlessly dedicated wife
to her adoring husband,
who passed away tragically
just as their life together
was blossoming.
And Mona,
who was a devoted mother
to her sole surviving son,
Beau,
whom she loved so deeply,
and who has elected not to
be present with us today.
Mona loved Beau with a love
that could move mountains.
In fact, I suggest
when we leave,
we check on the mountains
to make sure they're okay.
(LAUGHTER OVER SPEAKERS)
(MOURNFUL VIOLIN
MUSIC PLAYING)
WOMAN: What can you say?
I hope she knows that.
I wish I could tell her that.
That I... I did, I loved her.
MAN: And it's in accordance
with her last wishes
that we now play this song.
Her favorite song.
( EVERYTHING I OWN
BY BREAD PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)
You sheltered me from harm
Kept me warm, kept me warm
You gave my life to me
Set me free, set me free
The finest years I ever knew
Were all the years
I had with you
And I would give
anything I own
Would give up my life,
my heart, my home
I would give
everything I own
Just to have you back again
You taught me how to love
What it's of, what it's of
You never said too much
But still you showed the way
And I knew from watching you
Nobody else could ever know
The part of me
that can't let go
And I would give
anything I own
Would give up my life,
my heart, my home
I would give
everything I own
Just to have you back again
Is there someone you know
You're loving them so
But taking them all
for granted?
You may lose them one day
Someone takes them away
And they don't hear
the words you long to say
I would give anything I own
Would give up my life,
my heart, my home
I would give everything I own
Just to have you back again
Just to touch you once again
(SONG CONCLUDES)
(ISN'T IT A PITY BY
NINA SIMONE PLAYS ON SPEAKERS)
WOMAN: Hello?
Hello!
Yoo-hoo!
(BEAU GRUNTS SOFTLY)
Hello?
(ISN'T IT A PITY BY
NINA SIMONE CONTINUES)
Hello?
Hi.
Uh, I'm sorry.
I thought it started at 8 p.m.
Okay, um, I brought flowers.
I'll just leave them here,
I guess.
She also owes me money.
This certainly isn't the time,
and you're probably
not the person...
Okay, um...
I'll be leaving, then. I just
need to call another Uber.
-(TYPING)
-I can wait for it...
I'm sorry again.
(ISN'T IT A PITY BY
NINA SIMONE CONTINUES)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(BEAU INHALES)
Elaine?
(BEAU BREATHING HEAVILY)
It's me.
It's Beau.
Oh, my God.
Beau?
No.
Uh, it can't be.
I can't believe it's you.
Oh, my God!
I mean, of course it's you.
This is your mom.
I'm so sorry.
For your loss.
What are you doing here?
I'm just trying to, you know,
uh, pay my respects. And...
I guess to give you
my condolences.
Since you're actually here.
I'm...
so sorry.
I can't believe it's you.
I can't believe it's you.
Do I look different?
You recognized me.
I'm old now.
You're the same.
No, I'm not.
You are.
Well, you're the same, too.
Except for your body
and your face.
You worked for her?
What do you mean?
Well, I did until last week.
I was actually just drowning
my sorrows before I came.
My breath's like pure wine.
"Until last week"?
I'm sorry for your loss.
I waited for you.
What do you mean?
Why?
You told me to.
I even have it in writing.
I wanted you to.
Baby, baby, baby...
Do you want to go inside?
Do you want me to leave?
Let's go inside.
Bedroom, where?
(ISN'T IT A PITY BY
NINA SIMONE CONTINUES)
The dragon's lair!
Got any candles...?
(OBJECTS RATTLING)
Why don't you go
to the bathroom?
When you come back,
I'll be ready.
-You didn't get undressed.
-Yup.
(PANTING)
Hi. Hi, sorry. Hi.
Huh. Mm.
-You okay?
-Yeah.
Are y... Are you?
You're so tense.
-Oh... I'm sorry.
-Relax.
Okay. It's just because,
you know,
it's been, like,
kind of awhile.
Yeah, me too.
(ALWAYS BE MY BABY BY MARIAH
CAREY PLAYS ON SPEAKERS)
I like that
you're not all macho.
Thank you.
Take these off.
Okay, what I meant was that
it's been
really kind of a while.
Well, it hasn't affected
your virility.
-What?
-You're crazy hard.
Really?
(ALWAYS BE MY BABY
BY MARIAH CAREY CONTINUES)
-(RUBBER RUSTLING)
-Oh...
Oh, my God.
(ELAINE GRUNTS)
-Is it... Is it on?
-Yeah.
You sure the condom
is on all the way?
Yeah?
Oh, my God.
-Are you really in?
-(MOANING) You feel so good.
Oh, no.
(MOANING) Oh, no!
-(BEAU BREATHES NERVOUSLY)
-(MOANS)
Wait...
-Isn't it nice?
-Yeah...
But wait. (PANTING)
-I...
-Let's start it over.
BEAU: What?
(MUSIC STOPS)
(SONG RESUMES FROM THE START)
(BEAU PANTING HEAVILY)
-Isn't it nice?
-Yeah.
(GRUNTING) Wait a second.
I... I... I can't...
-I think it's gonna happen.
-(MOANING)
Wait! You gotta wait a second.
-(CONTINUES MOANING)
-Stop! Oh, stop! Stop!
Stop! Ahh! Oh! Oh, no!
(BEAU YELLING HELPLESSLY)
(GASPS)
(BEAU MOANS LOUDLY)
Oh, my! My God.
God.
Oh...
(PANTING) I really felt that.
-(WHIMPERING)
-Oh, God, that was a lot.
You just blasted
through that bag.
-(MOANS)
-Oh, my God.
ELAINE: Oh, yeah.
(BEAU MOANS)
(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)
I want to come too.
-I...
-Hold on.
Hold on. Hold on.
-Uh...
-Don't move.
-(PANTING)
-Don't move.
-Don't move. Okay?
-(WHIMPERING)
(GRUNTING AND MOANING)
(MOANING GETS LOUDER)
(COUGHS, LAUGHS IN DISBELIEF)
(GASPING)
Oh, my God!
(LAUGHS IN DISBELIEF)
(SIGHS)
Oh, my gosh.
Oh, my God.
I really thought
I was going to die.
My whole life.
Oh, thank you.
Oh, thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.
(PANTING)
(ALWAYS BE MY BABY
BY MARIAH CAREY CONTINUES)
-(SCREAMS)
-(THUDDING)
(GASPING)
(WHIMPERING)
(WEEPING)
(BREATH TREMBLING)
(ALWAYS BE MY BABY
BY MARIAH CAREY CONTINUES)
(EXHALES)
(SNIFFLES)
(MUSIC STOPS)
MONA: No, please.
Continue as if I wasn't here.
What would be next?
No?
You don't look especially
overjoyed to see me, honey.
I was dead just a minute ago.
This is a miracle.
Get rid of this. Feed Harry.
(BEAU BREATHING SHAKILY)
She worked for you?
I sincerely doubt that,
sweetheart,
but if you're right, you can
let her know she's fired.
(BEAU SIGHS)
(INHALES SHARPLY)
For how long?
How many years from...
from the beginning? From...
How is your head feeling?
It looks like you really
banged up your face.
You could have a concussion.
You don't feel disoriented?
You know where you are?
I'm in my house.
Actually, you're in my house,
sweetheart.
And my house is your house,
which it always will be.
But if you know where you are,
then you must also know
where you just were.
And where you just did
what you just did,
which I saw every second of.
You didn't just wake up
suddenly and you were there.
You didn't just
get dropped in,
out of the blue,
to your surprise,
your deceased mother's room,
only days after
what you believed
-was her death!
-I didn't.
You didn't just
get deposited there
-by accident!
-I didn't mean it.
-Yes, I know you didn't.
-No. I knew you weren't dead.
I saw with my own eyes
exactly what you knew
and what you didn't know.
You saw my body.
I saw the birthmark, Mom.
I know those were
Martha's hands.
That's right.
-Goodnight, baby.
-Goodnight, Martha.
And if I hear any noise,
I'll break back in
-and I'll tickle you to death!
-(GIGGLES)
It's...
What...
How...
How you even...
Ki... H...
How can you do that to her?
"Do that to her"?
Baby, I would never
do anything
to the loyal
and devoted housekeeper
who gave me 37 years
of unconditional service.
She volunteered.
-No, she didn't.
-Yes.
-No, she didn't!
-She did.
No, she didn't!
I couldn't restrain her
from volunteering.
For how much?
(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYS)
Enough that every member
of her extended family
quit their job
on the same day,
and won't ever need
to work again.
And you know something else?
It was worth every penny.
Because now I know.
-What do you know?
-Everything.
You don't know anything.
Oh, do you think so, Beau?
Do you really think so?
Do you also think
I didn't know
when you called
to give me the big bad news
about your fictitious keys
being stolen
from your imaginary door?
-My key... they were stolen.
-You think a mother
can even help but see through
her son's blatant lies
and falsehoods
and endless schemes?
You think
this is any different
from the time you gave me the
exact same CD for my birthday
that you gave me
the year before
and which you also gave your
f*cking high-school counselor?
Or when you bought me
that kitchen set
the very week after
I publicly swore off cooking!
Even when you were a baby,
you rejected me
and refused to breastfeed,
while every other smug c**t
on the street
had happy, docile babies
sucking their tits dry!
Do you think
I hear the absurd story
of you missing your flight and
that I don't absolutely know,
that I have any hint
of a doubt,
that you never,
from the very start,
intended to make that flight?
The true surprise, the shock,
would have been
you actually coming!
Now, that would
have spun my head like a top!
I wouldn't have known
what to do!
I'd have thrown myself
flopping on the floor,
begging God's forgiveness
for ever having doubted you,
but still I would have been
struck stupid with disbelief!
What, you walking away?
Where you going?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
What's behind the door, Beau?
Where on earth
are you gonna go?
You've always acted like some
dutiful, doting little boy,
as if it's throwing me
off some scent.
None of it's ever been real.
You spent your whole life
going around,
asking every half-wit
you could find,
"If I do this,
can I avoid this,
"or will that happen?"
As if you were born without
the mechanism to choose.
You let it all resolve itself
in the absence of you!
You make everyone
do it for you!
You think
that makes you innocent?
My own mother
wouldn't even touch me.
Not if it was simply to
stamp me out if I was on fire!
I wasn't worthy of her love.
I hadn't earned it!
And I never earned it.
No matter what I did,
no matter how much
of my deepest real self
I denied and buried,
and smothered
until it was dead.
None of it mattered.
She blamed me for everything
her mother did to her.
When I had you,
I promised,
"I will never do that to him.
"I will give him
all the love I have."
You know what I tell people
when they ask me
how my son is doing?
I say, "Your guess
is as good as mine."
How I wish that were true.
(BUTTON CLICKS)
DR. FRIEL: (ON SPEAKERS) Tell
me more about that period.
BEAU: Well...
When I was just starting
to like my own stuff
and do my own things,
she'd take all those changes
very personally,
and get very mad or sad
and make me feel bad
about it until I stopped.
(TOILET FLUSHING)
DR. FRIEL: So, through
the weaning process,
she took your displays
of autonomy
as a betrayal.
BEAU: Exactly.
What do you mean?
DR. FRIEL: Can you
give me an example?
BEAU: Well, like, she would
give me lots of love...
Oh, I gave you lots of love!
I'm sorry!
BEAU: ...b ut if I didn't
give it back to her
in the exact same way,
she saw it as
me being not thankful
and, like, trying to hurt her.
DR. FRIEL: So the love
was conditional?
BEAU: Yes.
DR. FRIEL: Ah. This is
very good for you, Beau.
Over 300 sessions,
and that was about as
flattering to me as they get.
Which one was my favorite,
Jeremy?
October 3, 2018.
BEAU: How could you do...
How could you...
How could you do this to me?
BEAU: (ON SPEAKERS) I've been
having it since I was little.
Where I'm a little boy,
probably the same age as when
I started having the dream...
and there's another me,
who's identical,
but he's braver,
and he asks her
about my father
because I'm too scared.
And then she sends him away
and locks him up. Upstairs.
And she never
talks about him again.
DR. FRIEL: What is it you want
to know about your father?
If you weren't afraid, if
there were no consequences...
-I want to know the truth.
-DR. FRIEL: ...what would you
ask your mom?
BEAU: I'd ask her...
-To tell me the truth!
-BEAU: I don't know...
DR. FRIEL: Do you feel
she didn't tell you the truth?
-Yes!
-BEAU: Um...
-I don't know.
-Yes!
-'Cause I...
-BEAU: But I think
- I'm too afraid to believe it.
-I know now.
I know the truth. I...
I met my father. I met the man
in the woods, and I know.
(SHOUTS)
Why did you lie to me?
Do you want the truth now?
Yes!
MONA: Follow me.
-BEAU: Up there?
-MONA: That's right.
BEAU: Nobody's allowed
up there.
Some things are
for your protection, Beau,
and I want you to remember
that I kept this from you!
BEAU: I don't wanna
go up there now.
-I don't wanna...
-No,
you want the truth,
and I think you deserve it.
Don't worry, sweetheart.
I'll be right behind you.
BEAU: No. I don't wanna
go up there, Mom.
I'll be right behind you.
Don't worry.
Up you go.
Don't worry,
I'll be right behind you.
Don't worry, sweetheart.
Up you go.
-This is just like my dream.
-I'm right behind you.
-I'm right behind you.
-Oh... Oh, God.
Oh...
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, this is exactly
like my dream!
MONA: Don't you get it,
you stupid idiot?
That wasn't a dream,
that was a memory!
BEAU: Wait! Wait! Wait!
Mommy, wait! (WHIMPERS)
(BREATH TREMBLING)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYS)
(BREATH SHUDDERING)
-Oh... Oh... No.
-(SHAKING FLASHLIGHT)
-(WHIMPERING) Come on...
-(SOFT CLANG)
(SHUDDERING)
(BOWL CLANGING SOFTLY)
(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)
No...
(SOFT GROWL)
(BEAU GASPS)
EERIE MALE VOICE: Beau?
(EERIE GROANING)
My beautiful boy.
Oh, Beau, don't be afraid.
(ALARM BLARING)
(MONSTER GROWLING
AND GROANING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
-(g*n f*ring)
-(MONSTER GROANING)
-(CONTINUES GROANING)
-(JEEVES SCREAMING)
(MONSTER SCREECHES)
(DROPS Kn*fe)
(BEAU SCREAMING)
-(MONSTER MOANING)
-BEAU: No!
(BEAU WHIMPERING
AND SCREAMING)
(MOANING MANIACALLY)
-MONA: Oh, God. Oh, baby.
-(MOANING CONTINUES)
Baby, sweetheart.
(CRYING) Ooh, sweetheart.
I didn't want you to know.
(CONTINUES MOANING)
Do you see now why I lied?
Beau.
(SCREAMS) Beau!
That was your father.
(BEAU SCREAMS)
Oh, Mom! Oh, Mom! (SOBBING)
I'm so sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I know I've been a bad son.
I'll be a good son.
Please! I'm sorry.
I'll do anything
to make it up to you.
I'll make it up to you.
Please, please. Please!
(KISSING) Please, I'm sorry.
You selfish little boy!
-BEAU: I'm sorry...
-What are you crying about?
Do you have any idea
what I had to go through
to bring you into this world?
Stand up!
You cry now?
You need a mother now?
Ever since you clawed
your way out of me,
I've had to dig down deep
to my very bottom
and squeeze
the love out of myself,
but still I gave it to you.
(INHALES) I've given you
my whole f*cking life!
Which you took,
and you took, and you took,
and I squeezed myself empty!
I gave you everything!
And what do I get back?
What do I have?
Insults! And empty promises!
You promised to never hurt me.
Do you even remember that one?
You promised it
a hundred f*cking times!
You swore on your own life!
But your promises
are nothing but sh*t!
I've been ground down
to nothing
by love and panic and worry.
Is my baby hungry?
Is he healthy?
Is he scared enough?
Of the world?
And the fruit
of all this anguish?
Is grief!
And hatred!
Yes. Yes.
Hatred. I do.
I do!
I hate...
(MONA CHOKING)
(BOTH GASPING)
BEAU: Mommy?
Are you okay? You...
You can breathe.
Can you breathe?
Can you breathe?
I'm sorry! I didn't mean to.
I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
I'm sorry!
Are you okay? Are you okay?
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(GASPS HOARSELY)
(SCREAMS)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(BOAT THUDS)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(EERIE OPERATIC MUSIC PLAYS)
(EERIE OPERATIC MUSIC
CONTINUES)
(EERIE OPERATIC MUSIC
CONTINUES)
-(ENGINE SPUTTERING)
-(MUSIC FADES)
(SWITCH CLANGS)
(ENGINE CONTINUES SPUTTERING)
(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)
-(WHIRRING STOPS)
-(METALLIC THUD)
MAN: Beau Isaac Wassermann.
Born May 10th, 1975.
Proceed.
We are gathered now
to assess the extent...
of the subject's guilt.
To begin with, a seemingly
innocuous tradition.
Every Monday before
his weekly appointment
to scapegoat his mother,
the subject would visit his
local pond to feed the ducks.
Just as he never missed
an opportunity
to feed his therapist's fish.
Very nice.
Very nice.
But what happens
when he meets a human beggar
that very night?
Now, one can see
that the subject
will go out of his way
to feed a bird or fish,
but not to support
a suffering member
of his own species.
DEFENSE ATTORNEY: Objection!
Violent street crimes
were everywhere on the news
and everyone was advised
to avoid strangers!
This is nothing new!
The subject
has thoughts every day
around relieving the suffering
of those less fortunate!
By all indications,
he has a healthy,
functioning conscience!
He just chose to ignore it!
(RATTLING)
Consider
the following episode.
Day 49 of his ninth year.
He goes shopping
with his mother.
At one point, she lost him,
or so she thought.
Fearing the worst, she panics.
She searches the building.
She cries out for the boy,
who was in fact
hiding behind a corner,
watching the whole thing.
DEFENSE ATTORNEY:
My client was genuinely lost.
It was upon
finding his mother,
seeing her frantic state,
that he hesitated
for fear of punishment!
MONA'S ATTORNEY: It was
in this frantic state of mind
that his mother
tripped and fell,
tearing ligaments in her knee
and badly harming her ankle.
And still
the subject did not intervene!
DEFENSE ATTORNEY:
He was afraid!
MONA'S ATTORNEY: Consider now
the subject at age 15,
day 210,
finding himself in the rare
company of other boys.
The subject, hoping to impress
his horrendous new friends,
invites them into his home,
while his mother
is out buying him...
-(GROANS IN FRUSTRATION)
-...gifts for his birthday.
He lets them
into her private bathroom,
and allows them to r*fle
through her dirty laundry,
and inspect and ultimately
steal her undergarments.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
They pressured me!
They pressured me!
DEFENSE ATTORNEY:
They pressured him!
What? What are you doing?
-BEAU: What?
-No. No!
-No!
-(WATER SPLASHES)
(SCREAMING)
Oh, my God! Oh, God!
-Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
-(ENGINE SPUTTERING)
Even his supposed acts
of thoughtfulness
are emblematic
of a greater hypocrisy.
(BEAU SCREAMING)
Take this very week.
The subject asked Grace
and Roger to drive him home
so that he might
bury his mother
and commence proper mourning.
Roger offered the option
of driving home tonight
if the offer
of driving tomorrow
wasn't soon enough.
And Beau chose
to drive home tomorrow,
further postponing a trip
that had already been
outrageously delayed!
And if one examines
the expression on his face
when Roger made
this challenge,
one can only conclude
that the subject was panicked
at the idea of returning home.
I didn't want to put him out!
I... He had surgeries!
(METAL CLACKS)
I cried!
When I was beside the coffin!
When I was told the news!
I... I... I cried for hours!
Continuing
to bear this in mind,
I ask you
to consider yesterday.
Not three hours after meeting
a knocked up dimwit
who made clumsy eyes at him,
did he gift her
with a tributary gift
intended for no one less than
his recently deceased mother.
Now, when the pregnant slut
offered to return
the special gift,
did he insist that
this total stranger keep...
(ENGINE SPUTTERING)
(TRUMPETS SOUNDING)
(DRUMROLL)
Oh!
No! No! Wait!
Wait! Stop!
Wait!
My legs! My legs are stuck!
What! Wait!
Wait, Mom! My legs!
My legs, I can't Move!
What?
Mommy, please! (SOBBING)
Please help me! Please!
Please help me out! Please!
Please! Please don't fault me!
Help! Help me!
Somebody help me, please!
Help! Help!
Help me, please!
Help! Please!
Please! I don't want to die!
I don't want to...
(WHIMPERING)
(SURREAL OPERATIC
MUSIC PLAYING)
(ENGINE SPUTTERING)
(SURREAL OPERATIC
MUSIC CONTINUES)
(BOAT RATTLING)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(MUSIC FADES)
(WATER BUBBLING)
(WATER BUBBLING AND SLOSHING)
MONA: (MUFFLED)
No! My baby! No!
My baby.
My baby.
(BUBBLING AND SLOSHING STOP)
(MUFFLED SOBBING)
My baby. (SOBBING)
My baby.
(METALLIC THUD)
(AUDIENCE CHATTERING
DISTANTLY)
Beau Is Afraid (2023)
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