Rosebush Pruning (2026)

[bunniefuu]

If our hair is thinning,

we shave our heads

to make the bald patch less visible?

Yes?

- Wrong, George.

- Oh.

If our hair's thinning,

we don't shave our heads.

But we don't leave

our hair long either.

- Exactly.

- Okay.

Um...

Pointy sideburns.

Yeah.

Pointy sideburns, like...

Okay.

It's the sound they would make.

Um...

Wristwatches with large faces?

- Wrong.

- Right.

Goatees?

No.

Right.

The first name

of the Belgian designer Demeulemeester?

My best friend's name

is George.

I met him ten days ago,

but we got very, very,

very, very close.

I've learned many interesting things

about Ancient Greece from George.

And he, in turn, has learned

many interesting things

about fashion from me.

- Demeulemeester.

- Uh-huh.

Say it.

Come on.

Ann Demeulemeester.

He is a doctor,

a brilliant one,

attending a medical conference here.

We met each other by chance,

when he gave me a ride to the city.

- Say it.

- No.

- Say it.

- No.

Georgie, don't be naughty.

Um...

What about my shoes?

Which brand are my shoes?

- Sebago.

- Sebago? No, George.

- Don't be silly.

- Hmm.

Come on, it's not even that hard.

Georgie boy, come on.

- Wow.

- Wow.

Bottega.

Come on, your turn.

Don't be shy!

George, don't be shy!

Who's on that Navy ship?

Don't sh**t.

Don't sh**t.

Thank you for everything,

these last months.

We've done so many useful things.

I don't know how to thank you.

I must go pack my things.

Time has come to say goodbye.

I'm afraid it has.

I do like George.

He's the kind of man

I'd like to see naked.

I've never seen another man's d*ck

besides mine.

And George...

George is just--

- Hello, hello?

- Hello. Are you OK?

His blue shirt had

the smell of a fantastic, cheap cologne

I will never forget.

It's been six years

since our family left New York for Spain.

And all that time,

we've never quite managed to fit in.

My name is Edward Taylor.

I don't write,

I don't read. I don't drive.

I hitchhike to where I want to go,

and what I really enjoy is

thinking up proverbs

and sayings that are all my own.

I get a thrill from people's expressions

when they hear them,

acting like they understand when,

really, they don't understand at all.

"Banana falls down, no matter.

"Melon falls down, it's over."

I like that one.

Another one I like is:

"People are roses,

families are rosebushes.

"Rosebushes need pruning."

Edward Taylor.

1991...

to 2025.

When Mom found the house

we're living in now,

she decided to leave the cold

of the East Coast far behind

and move us all here.

The six iron deer

at the entrance of the house

was a crucial element for her.

She thought it was a sign from above.

Six deer,

six members of the family.

It's me, Dad.

Jack.

How are you feeling, Robert?

Feeling better?

Yeah, I'm okay, Dad.

No, no, no, wait, wait, wait,

till your sister's

done serving this whole fish.

Okay, here we go!

One ladle or two, Jack?

Two, please.

Thank you.

There's no eggplant in it.

It's good.

God, you're looking

very handsome today, Jack.

- Really?

- Wine, please.

Thank you, honey.

- I really mean it.

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

- Huh.

Dad, if you could see him right now,

you would be a very, very happy father.

Looking so fresh.

Glowing.

Ed, don't you think that

Jack has been looking

really handsome lately, really sexy?

Oh, yeah. Handsome.

- Sexy, too.

- See? There you go.

I'm not crazy.

So is this new girl

prettier than our Anna?

No girl is more pretty than my 'Bananna'.

How do you like my new watch?

- Yeah, it's really very nice, Dad.

- Jack, what time is it?

It's...

- It's 10:15.

- Oh.

Come to think of it, I don't see why

you bought yourself a new watch,

when you have so many already.

I mean really, Dad,

you can't even see the time.

Says it's time for me to go to sleep.

Good night, Jack.

Moving to Spain

was a big thing for Mom,

because her favorite architect,

Antoni Gaud was born here.

The big thing for me

and my siblings was that,

well, it's the birthplace

of Cristbal Balenciaga.

Mom's been dead almost two years now.

Her grave isn't a grave exactly,

since nothing remained of her body.

It's a statue of her naked

in the middle of our house.

Dad says she was attacked

by a pack of wolves

that tore her limb from limb.

I've often thought

what a ridiculous death that is,

to be devoured by wolves

in this day and age.

Good morning!

Good morning, Anna.

Thank you.

I couldn't find anything bigger this time.

It's 13 kilos.

That's fine.

How is everyone?

Your brothers, your father?

They're good. Jack's going to come

to the shop to pay you,

if that's okay?

Give your father my regards.

Will do.

Your red shirt looks very good on you.

Thank you.

It's not a white shirt

filled with blood, right?

No. It's...

It's just a red shirt.

- Bye.

- Hola, Manuel.

- Hola, Jack.

- Gracias.

The butcher

was just hitting on me.

He wanted to f*ck me,

but I wasn't into it.

But I just started my period today.

We placed

a makeshift cross

at the point where the attack took place,

and we leave a dead lamb

at this memorial every month

because Dad says

that if the wolves are well fed,

then they won't k*ll some other

poor, unsuspecting person ever again.

That way, Mom can...

rest in peace.

sh*t.

How many were there this time?

We all inherited

lots of money after Mom died.

Five.

This fact, that none

of us have to work ever in our lives

didn't affect our characters.

We always were interested

only in music and fashion.

We were all lazy,

mediocre, vapid egotists.

All of us, except for

my eldest brother, of course.

Jack.

Jack's different.

Come here.

Come here.

Jack, it's late.

You should get up.

Jack is thoughtful

and kind-hearted,

honest and polite,

handsome and sexy, too.

I love Jack.

I'm not sexually attracted to Jack,

but I love him.

And I would do anything

to help him lead a good life.

Where are you, my love?

- What are you having tonight?

- Um...

A vegetable soup.

With butternut squash or without?

With.

I do like a butternut squash.

It's eggplant I don't eat.

I think to myself

sometimes, you know, I think,

if there was just one person

in our family that deserves to live,

just one,

that would be Jack.

Just Jack.

- Did you see that?

- No.

I love you.

I love you.

What are you gonna do now?

My exam's so soon,

so I need to practice.

You don't need to practice.

You're the best guitarist I know.

- I'm the only guitarist that you know.

- Well, that's also true.

Okay, go.

- Love you, bye.

- Bye.

Ed?

- Ed?

- Yeah?

That's it.

That's it.

- Go on your side.

- No.

Hey, just let me do it.

No.

No.

Testing, testing,

one, two, three.

Testing, testing, one, two, three.

Edward Taylor,

1991...

to 2025.

Edward Taylor,

1991...

to 2025.

Edward Taylor,

1991...

I hate the written word,

so I stopped trusting it

as a means of communication,

information and entertainment.

This wasn't some psychological

reaction to the sudden death of my mother,

as some people have suggested,

but rather a conscious choice on my part.

I've always considered the spoken word

to be more direct

and more human than the written.

It's what it is,

and it doesn't change.

Or if someone does decide

to change it, well, it takes work.

It takes effort.

You really have to try.

Me, for example,

I've managed to make myself

mimic the voice of Jack really well.

But it's taken many nights

of practice to be able to do it.

It's no simple matter.

Edward Taylor,

1991...

to 2025.

Jack's home.

He's late.

Because he was with that girl.

She's awful, Dad, that girl.

She's already convinced Jack

to buy her a house in the city.

Did he tell you that?

He's just gonna spend all his money

trying to make her happy.

Jack bought a house in the city?

I don't know if they've...

closed the deal, but they will.

It's outrageous.

Him buying a house

and not asking you to go see it.

Hmm.

I mean, they know full well you're

the greatest real estate agent ever.

I mean, it's offensive.

It's a slap in the face.

And I know it's only a matter of time

before she gets knocked up

just to tie him down.

And I just can't bear the thought of it.

And the clothes she wears are just...

awful.

I mean, you couldn't imagine

how badly she dresses, Dad.

Go fix him something to eat.

He must be hungry.

I know she's going

to get pregnant. Just to trap him.

If she were interesting to him,

he would've introduced her to us by now.

So I'm not worried.

In fact I'm positive,

the only thing that girl has

to offer him is her c**t.

Nothing more.

Put me to bed.

Help me into bed.

You b*tch.

Anna,

I never know if you're still here.

I've never seen you with such an appetite.

I'm starving.

You like my socks, Jack?

They're new.

Very nice.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Anna.

Tomorrow, make roast pork with asparagus.

- Sure.

- Or beef bourguignon.

Whatever you like.

Martha's coming for lunch.

To meet you all and for you to meet her.

Does Dad know she's coming?

No.

Do you want me to come to your room?

Play a little guitar

before you go to bed?

Help you fall asleep?

No. Thank you.

Are you gonna live with her?

I don't know.

- What about Dad?

- Anna.

I mean, he just lost his wife,

- and now he's gonna lose his eldest son.

- Oh, my God.

So, Martha,

what is it you do exactly?

She plays the guitar.

I am a contemporary

classical guitarist.

I'm just an amateur right now,

but I would love to be a professional.

Both of my parents were musicians,

piano and violin,

and I started playing when I was eight.

Any siblings?

Yes, I have one sister.

But it's just me and her now.

Both my parents died two years ago

in a mugging in Chicago.

Yeah...

And after that,

my sister moved to Shayenne...

To... Saigon.

And... yes.

Does a bourguignon

have eggplant in it?

I forgot you don't like eggplant.

The recipe doesn't even include eggplant.

Authentic French bourguignon

does include eggplant.

It's the proper recipe.

Anna.

Could you describe our guest to me

in your dulcet tones?

I'd like to learn more about

this girl my son has fallen for.

Dad, I can do it.

Let me do it. I'll do it.

I want Anna to do it.

You can't be objective.

You're in love.

Unless you're not in love,

in which case

I'd be happy for you to do it.

Martha is...

blonde, very white,

- Huh.

- medium build,

blue eyes.

And her handbag?

What sort of handbag does she have?

It's a Bottega, I think.

- I think it's a Bottega.

- Anna...

is it...

or is it not Bottega?

Yes. Yes, it is Bottega.

- Jack got it for me as a gift...

- And her bosom?

because I was--

Dad!

No, no, no...

- Her bosom.

- Yeah.

I can't understand why it's wrong

for me to ask about her bosom.

If I could see,

I would've already looked for myself

and I'd know if it was big or small.

And apparently that's quite alright

for someone who can see.

But then it's odd for someone who

can't see to ask for a description.

Her...

Her chest is... average.

Her chest is average.

It's average size.

- Okay.

- Going on large.

Okay. Good.

I wouldn't say large.

Her chest is not large.

- Well, I said going on large.

- It's not even going on large.

It is large.

It's... average at best.

No, they're not average.

They're not going on large.

They're going on small.

In fact, they're maybe

the same size as mine.

They're bigger than yours.

- Handfuls.

- They're way bigger than yours.

A handful. Two handfuls.

Two scoops. Two big scoops.

- One handful in each hand.

- I understand.

Please, go on.

Her weight.

Her shoes.

Her clothes.

Her nails.

Her nails...

are natural.

No polish, I don't think.

She's got a black floral dress on.

Red flowers,

probably from COS or Zara.

A Swatch watch that the time has

stopped so the watch must be broken.

And she has a Cartier ring on,

which I'm assuming

is another present from Jack.

Okay, that's enough.

That's enough.

Dad, if you continue this rant of yours,

we're leaving.

Jack.

Jack.

- I'll stop.

- I'm so sorry.

Let's eat, or this food will get cold.

Could somebody hand me

my glass of wine, please?

Thank you, Anna.

You know, Anna is a wonderful cook.

Yes. Jack's always going on and on

about her cooking.

She also plays the guitar wonderfully.

Completely unschooled, untrained.

She's never had a lesson,

not had so much as half a lesson

at the conservatoire.

It's innate.

It's just innate.

She's gifted.

Anna, would you be so kind as to

play the guitar for us during dessert?

I'd be happy to.

You know,

Martha and I could play together

if that's something

that you wouldn't mind, Martha.

I think we should do that...

We'll do it another time.

Another time.

I thought Martha seemed

like a really nice person.

She appeared to enjoy Anna's food

despite all that awkwardness with Dad.

Also, the way she gazed at Jack

showed boundless love.

I liked her. I did.

I'll be right there, Dad.

What's up then, boy?

This way.

Poppies are beautiful today, Dad.

They're blooming everywhere.

One, two, three...

- Thank you honey, thank you.

- Off you go.

Straight ahead.

I'll keep an eye on you.

Just keep your ears open, and

I'll call out if you're needed, okay Dad?

Now turn left.

I mean, right.

Your other left.

- So turn right?

- There's a tree!

Like it?

Yeah. Don't you like it?

Yeah!

We want a big family.

This house is perfect

for having children,

thanks to its large garden.

- Jack, come on.

- Yeah.

There are three rooms

and a primary suite.

- Can we continue, please?

- Mm-hmm.

And there is this

fantastic swimming pool,

but unfortunately today we can't

see it because it's being cleaned.

It really is such a nice house.

Yes, it is.

Perhaps the nicest one we've seen,

don't you think, Jack?

Mm-hmm. Yeah, of course.

- What time is it?

- I don't know. My watch stopped.

I'll buy you a new one.

An expensive one, that'll never stop.

Wanna go back to your place and f*ck?

Ideally, I'd like us to buy this place

to f*ck in.

So, is it doable?

- You really like it?

- Yes, I really like it.

You know,

I think the real problem is, is you...

still don't know

if you want us to live together.

- It's not that.

- It is that.

- It's not that.

- The house is amazing.

The price is reasonable.

So, no. I don't understand

what the problem is.

- What is it?

- The bedrooms are dark.

They are.

Jack, I'm gonna go.

I love you, but I, I...

I refuse to keep begging

for all the simple things.

So, you know...

Call me when you're sure

that you want us to be together.

Or else don't call at all.

And I'm gonna get a taxi,

- because it's only 20 minutes away.

- It's not.

Not far.

So, you have a nice day.

It's 30 minutes at least!

You know, it's a shame

your watch has stopped

and you'll think it's 20

when it's actually 30.

I'm going to bed.

Good night.

- Night, guys.

- Night.

Good night.

Me too.

I have a very early start in the morning.

Will you wait five minutes, Jack?

I wrote you a song,

and I'd like to sing it for you.

- Can it wait? I'm really very tired.

- It's really very short.

I've got a guitar, I bought it online

and I've been practicing on the internet.

[Oh.

Okay.

Please.

All the night

And all the day

As I work and as I play

As I leave and as I stay

Up the mountains

Down the bay

From Shanghai to LA

As I sleep and as I play

J-A-C-K

J-A-C-K

...A-C-K

Dad wants you upstairs.

For the teeth brushing.

I'm sorry, Anna.

Would you mind singing

the rest of that for me another time?

- Sure.

- That's great.

- Really great.

- You liked it?

Loved it!

- Good night, Jack.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Night.

So, do you think he liked it?

He really did, Ed.

Listen, Robert...

I'd like to help you, as best I can.

- Okay.

- And trust me...

Living in a house,

with so many men,

for so many years...

I know exactly what turns each of you on.

What turns you on.

What turns Ed on.

What turns Dad on.

What does turn Dad on?

But moreover Rob,

only I know what turns Jack on.

- Anna, what turns Dad on?

- Which I can tell you, if you'd like.

Is it the teeth brushing?

You don't have a clue,

'cause you don't know Jack at all.

Sure I do.

- That's a lie.

- That's not a lie.

Trust me, you can't go wrong.

What turns me on then, Anna?

- You know?

- Yes, I know Ed, nothing at all.

That's not true.

That rosebush out in the yard turns me on.

I was watering it yesterday,

and I came all over its leaves,

and then I hosed it down.

So no one would suspect a thing.

Poor Jack.

It's not just me following you right now.

A stupid sister who wants to be f*cked

by a butcher is following you.

A boring, sick,

and not well-dressed brother

who wants to be f*cked by you,

is also following you.

A useless, perverted father

who will never be f*cked again

is following you.

Blood is not only a thing

that can turn you on

but also something that can...

that set you free.

From us.

Please come in.

Mom, mom, mom.

You are not plump.

You look amazing, you both look amazing!

We have chickens now.

Yeah, you said last time.

Oh, before I forget.

- Your money.

- Oh.

- Thank you so much, darling.

- Thank you.

I'll leave you two to talk.

Thanks.

So...

You know, I thought of him this morning,

when I was brushing my teeth.

- You did?

- I never want to brush my teeth again,

so I never have to think of him.

- You understand?

- Believe me. I understand, yeah.

- You have to get out of there, Jack.

- I know.

You're not like the others, my boy.

- I know.

- You're good.

- Yeah.

- You're good!

Well, I'll be getting

out of there soon.

- I will be.

- Really?

I met someone.

- Oh.

- Yeah.

- A girl.

- Nice.

We're gonna live together.

Glad to hear it.

- Does Anna have a boyfriend?

- Anna? Are you kidding?

Such an ugly and difficult child.

Really?

Ugly.

Before I forget, next time you come

can you bring me my watch?

- Your watch?

- The Rolex.

- You remember?

- Oh yes, sure. Yeah.

- I hope it's not lost.

- I don't think so.

I want Emma to have it,

it's her birthday next month.

- Hi.

- I'll find it.

- Get it.

- I'll find it for you.

Jack, have you ever heard

Emma singing?

No.

It relaxes me so much I just fall asleep.

Yeah.

No more Xanax for me.

Yeah, no more joints.

Just her voice.

Please, Emma. Sing for us.

OK.

Hi.

- Hi.

- Do I look OK?

- Yeah, you look great.

- What about this shirt?

I love it, I love the color,

it's a good shirt.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Do you like these glasses?

They're CELINE.

- Oh my God, I love them.

- You do?

They're bigger

than they looked in the picture.

I like them a lot.

- Here.

- Thanks.

My hair is so flat.

Can you not brush your hair

with my toothbrush, please?

What's that smell?

- It's your cologne. It's OK?

- That smells so good.

- It's a good choice.

- Works good on me.

- I'm nervous.

- You should put music on.

OK.

- Yeah, that's a good idea.

- But not too loud.

OK.

- I'll tell him you're ready.

- Thanks. Love you.

Yeah.

That sounds great.

Hang on one moment, my love.

I'm on the phone.

Robert wants to see you

in his room.

OK.

You still there?

Hang on.

I washed all of the dishes

and I ironed three of your shirts

so you can wear

whichever one you like tomorrow.

Thank you.

Goodnight.

Martha.

I love you more than anything

in the world.

I got my period, Jack,

can you believe it?

Give it to me.

Jack!

I told you to f*cking grow up!

You're all f*cking mad in this house.

f*ck you, Jack.

f*ck you!

I told you to f*cking grow up!

g*dd*mn!

Jack?

Son of a b*tch.

This f*cking thing.

Jack?

Dad, I'm here.

I'm sorry, I was...

downstairs, I couldn't hear you.

Oh.

Are you a little hoarse?

Your voice sounds strange.

No.

Been smoking too much, I guess.

Huh.

OK, well, I'm ready to brush my teeth.

Toothpaste.

Come on, Jack, get to it.

OK.

Use your mouth.

Use your mouth, Jack, I'm close.

Tonight was...

- Tonight was different.

- Yeah?

Better or worse?

Better.

Much, much better.

Jack.

You have no idea how much

good you do me, sweetie.

Why were you shouting upstairs

last night, what happened?

Nothing.

Just Robert playing music too loud.

Jack.

Come here.

I helped Dad brush his teeth last night.

And now that you'll be gone,

I want you to know

that everything here will be fine.

I'll take care of it.

And I know that Mom's alive, Jack.

Followed you all the way to her house.

I won't say anything

about Mom to anyone. Don't worry.

Oh Ed...

Um...

Mom was never

truly happy with Dad.

He treated her terribly.

Never did her any good.

From the day they met,

he had a sneaking suspicion

Mom might be a l*sbian.

But when he realized she'd fallen

in love with the landscaper, Emma...

He became a monster, he got real mad,

threatening Emma,

ripping out all her plants...

He even tried to bribe her once.

...in this yard in a fit of rage.

Unsuccessfully, I might add.

But one night,

she decided when Mom had been drinking

and Dad had called her

to put an end to this pretty tragic

situation and take her revenge.

She grabbed the flashlight.

And the moment she entered the

bathroom, where he was waiting for her,

she pointed the flashlight at her teeth.

You remember how brilliant white

Mom's teeth were, right?

Yeah, I remember.

I always wondered why your teeth

weren't as brilliant white.

- What?

- Well, I mean if...

if that theory about the combination of

Dad's c*m and toothpaste was true, then...

- I think my teeth are brilliant white.

- Yeah, but not like Mom's.

- Wait, you didn't even look.

- I know, not like Mom's.

They're not.

Well, anyway, when she turned on

the flashlight and shone it at her teeth,

the glare was so bright...

that Dad went blind.

Lost his sight forever.

Dad made up

that story about the wolves.

Now, I had no idea

that she was still alive

until the spring-summer, last year.

You know, in prison,

they have this system

where inmates communicate

using small pocket mirrors.

It's really amazing,

you should check it out.

Mom could've done that with her teeth.

Hmm.

I'm sorry.

- I'm gonna c*m.

- Yeah?

Oh, sh*t.

Ah, f*ck.

Ah, sh*t.

f*ck.

Next time, why don't you just c*m

on your way out the door?

It'll save you time.

A minute, at least.

Maybe longer.

Martha.

I'm sorry I'm always

rushing out the door.

I am.

This nightmare will soon be over,

I promise you.

I promise.

- Jack?

- Yeah.

Before you leave.

I found something

in the kitchen, that I wanna show you.

You won't believe it.

Alright.

Is there anything

you wanna tell me, Jack?

- What the f*ck is this?

- I'm sorry.

I should have told you about it,

it's not mine!

Alright, it's...

it's Robert's.

I didn't want him to have it at the house,

so I f*cking hid it here.

Look, I didn't,

I didn't tell you about it

because I thought you'd be against

the idea, and that was a mistake.

Alright? Now I can take it away

if you want me to get rid of it.

It's clearly upset you, I'll take it away.

I'll just take it away.

Why would your brother buy a g*n?

It's a Taurus p*stol.

Like the one they used to k*ll

Robert's favorite Italian designer ever.

You know how much he admires

him, and his sister Donatella, too.

- What?

- He didn't buy it to f*cking use it!

OK.

Here's the thing about Robert, OK.

- He's--

- Just stop it, right now.

This isn't easy on me either.

I can't stand it in that place anymore.

Sometimes I wish something

would just happen, they'd all just...

f*cking die.

Yeah...

Sometimes I think about the same thing.

I've even though about

the order I'd all like them to die in.

Hi.

I'm sorry. Look... Martha.

Listen, Martha, don't be sad, OK?

It's not worth it.

Feeling sad, I mean, like me,

a few months ago, I came across

this Comme des Garons leather wrap

bag I'd had my eye on for ages.

It was sold out everywhere else I looked.

And when I was completing checkout,

my bank's website

went offline for maintenance,

and the transaction failed.

I went on again two minutes later...

bag was gone.

I spent the entire next day crying.

Crying.

Then I thought about it and I realized,

there's no point crying

over something that can be fixed.

I found a much nicer bag.

The leather was softer,

it had more pockets and compartments.

And it had this...

this cross body strap. It was...

It was much more expensive,

but really much nicer.

Mm-hmm.

It was Raf Simons.

Do you love him?

My brother, I mean.

I do.

Very much.

Have you two had...

sexual relations?

He loves you very much too.

Like, of course he prefers

being with you than

having Dad's toothpaste covered d*ck

shoved in his mouth every single night.

I mean, everyone wants

brilliant white teeth,

but that's really a step too far,

don't you think?

Anyway, you'll see.

He'll fix everything.

And you know what they say:

"Seas in summer are warm,

but cold in...

"winter.

Seas in summer..."

Warm, summer, cold, winter.

Hey.

Don't lose heart.

In a few days,

everything's gonna be better for Jack.

Which means it'll be better for you, too.

Yeah.

Oh, OK.

Welcome to the family.

Martha.

I think she is a really nice person,

and she's perfect for Jack.

I wasn't sure at first, but now I am.

f*ck.

Martha is

what George is for me.

That's what she is.

I'm sure that she is the one

that'll make Jack happy

once we're all dead and gone.

Oh, God.

Robert would do

anything for Jack.

Not because he wanted

his brother's happiness

but because

he wanted his brother for himself.

This is how I knew

that life as we'd known it was over.

Something big and strong

and bloody and sad and happy

was about to come.

And Robert was chosen to help.

Robert was chosen to set Jack free,

but he didn't know about it yet.

Can you hear me?

Yeah, yeah, I can hear you.

I wanted to say I'm sorry

for hitting you in anger the other night.

I crossed a line.

I really shouldn't have.

No.

No, no, no, no.

- Look, it was my fault, OK?

- No, it wasn't.

It was.

It was. I'm the one to blame, but...

thank you for the flowers

and my lovely card you got me.

No, Rob, I love you.

People shouldn't hit the ones they love.

That bouquet was the least I could do

to express my love for you.

So, my darling Rob,

can you forgive me?

Of course.

- Of course I can.

- That's really good of you.

You can't imagine

how happy you've made me.

- Rob?

- Yeah.

You still there?

I'm not hearing you

But Jack...

Jack, I can't hear you, either.

Can you hear me?

- How about now?

- I can hear you now. I can hear you.

I'd like to ask you

a favor, Rob.

Anything.

You could ask me for anything.

I'm going to tell you

what it is I want,

but I don't want us

talking about it at the house,

about this thing I'm going to tell you

because...

I don't want the others to know.

OK.

Is that okay?

Are you still there?

- Yeah, no, I'm here. I'm here.

- Great.

- I want you to go up to my bedroom.

- Right now?

Yeah, now.

OK, I'm on my way.

That's great.

Were you out dancing last night, Jack?

You're voice sounds so hoarse,

but still so sexy.

- Are you there yet?

- Almost there.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer.

- OK, I am here.

- Great.

Go to my bathroom

and look in my bottom shelf.

There's a gift in there

for you from me.

Last night, I came into this sock

while fantasizing

about your bloody c**t, Rob.

The sock must still moist from my c*m.

Why don't you smell it?

Do I have your attention?

Yeah.

- I'm still here.

- Did you smell it?

Yeah.

Little

embarrassed to be telling you all this.

No, don't be embarrassed. There's

nothing to be embarrassed about, it's me.

Did you like it?

- Yes.

- Oh, good, I'm glad.

OK, listen to me, Rob.

There's only one way

that we can truly be together.

Do you know what that is?

No.

We have to get

all the others out of the way.

Do you really wanna make me happy?

You have to clear this dead wood

that's all around us.

- Do you understand?

- I understand.

That night,

Robert had a strange dream

where a limousine

picked him up from the house

and took him to a beach

where a woman was lying on a lounger.

That woman was Donatella.

- Off you go.

- Alright.

He walked over to her,

stepping lightly,

'cause Donatella hates it

when people leave

careless footprints in the sand.

She said,

Robert,

my beautiful and stylish boy,

I know how much you admire me

and my dead brother,

both as designers and humans.

- I'm exhausted from the walk.

- Robert, now that I'm not

the creative director of Versace anymore,

I must confess

how proud of you I am.

Do what you have to do

without guilt and without remorse.

Keep going.

You're doing great.

That's it.

Perfect.

To the left.

Keep going. Come on, Dad.

Now straight.

Go straight.

Keep going. Come on, Dad!

Go, go, go.

Farther, farther.

Mom.

- Hmm?

- Dad died.

Yeah.

Wait, died for real or died like I did?

No, died for real.

I'll show you.

Let me find it, let me find it.

What?

- Oh, oh. That's a lot of blood.

- Yeah.

See?

Sorry, Jack, sorry.

- How?

- Fell off a cliff on a horse.

Stop. Stop it!

How wonderful

to die like that!

- I'm so sorry.

- No.

- Get some ice cream and stop.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Just think,

you won't have to put up with the stuff

he put you through ever again.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

The new house is nice?

- House is beautiful.

- Nice.

Yeah, it's just...

I don't know, after what happened

with Dad and me leaving home,

Rob, Anna and Ed...

Stop putting others first.

I mean, come on, Jack.

Soon you're gonna have a family

of your own.

- They're grown up.

- You're right.

I mean...

I mean... And you don't need

to come see me once a month.

I'm not the type that would take that

the wrong way.

Come once or twice a year

and bring me more money each time.

Less trouble for you and less likely

to raise the suspicions of...

what's her name?

- Martha.

- Martha.

Martha.

- Let's talk about something...

- Yes, please.

- a little more pleasant.

- Can we, Jesus.

- I could make you the wedding bouquet.

- The what?

The wedding bouquet for your wedding.

I don't know

if we're getting married.

What's Martha's favorite flowers?

Tulips, I think?

No, no tulips for weddings.

No, no, no.

- They say they bring bad luck.

- Really?

A friend of mine asked me

to decorate with tulips and he died.

Wow.

- Oh good, you found it.

- I did. Thank you.

- Good to see you.

- Good to see you.

Look, I want lots of photos

of the wedding.

- Oh, my God.

- And lots of video, too.

And I want a granddaughter, and soon,

a little pink c**t

created by my favorite son

would make me

the happiest woman in the world.

- Shall we?

- Yes, let's go.

- I'll see you.

- See you.

When I was a kid,

I had this dog

I was responsible for his walks,

for his food, for everything.

Rex loved me more than anything

on this whole planet.

And I loved him back.

And at some point,

Rex got really sick.

And a month later, he died.

Hmm.

We buried him in the backyard.

And while I was watching my Dad

digging the grave hole for the dead dog,

I could not cry.

I tried really hard.

I just could not.

And all I could think about was that

I would put those plastic bags on my hand,

and pick up his shits on the sidewalk

and throw them at the garbage.

And...

the fact that I never

had to touch his shits again

made me kind of happy

and relieved.

Yes?

Hi.

GSR, delivery.

Hi, GSR.

Edward?

Will you read this for me?

- Me read?

- Yeah.

"I miss you.

"Please come see me.

"Come see my d*ck for real.

"I love you, George."

And then there is an address in Athens.

"Akoumantos 58, 11851,

"Athens, Greece."

Thank you.

- Bye.

- Thank you.

I've only seen two dicks

in my life.

My father's, and now George's.

The size and the color of

those two dicks are quite similar, but...

George's d*ck looks far more well-shaped

than my dad's.

They say that all Greek men

and especially Greek doctors

have beautiful dicks.

And I guess that's true.

My sister Anna and my brother Robert,

they have never seen any d*ck at all.

I hope they do before they die.

A long time ago,

we went on vacation to Greece.

I lied when I told George

that I'd never been.

I only said that 'cause I wanted him

to insist that I would go.

Anyway, while we were there,

Mom bought this CD with Greek songs

that we never listened to

when we got back.

The song that's playing,

it couldn't be more random,

but still, it was really sweet that

Robert chose this particular track

from that particular album

on this moment.

And it was in this moment,

sitting in that car,

looking out, listening to that Greek song,

that I realized

what he had in mind for me.

And I gotta admit, it was even better

than what he thought up for Dad.

I know about you and Jack.

What could you possibly know

about me and Jack?

What he's asked you to do.

What you've already started doing.

How much he loves you.

How much he wants you.

Please, just let me take you somewhere.

He visits her from time to time

to give her money.

And if he doesn't give her enough,

she gets her girlfriend to smack him.

What?

Yeah, she's a l*sbian now.

I know.

Thank God you k*lled Dad so he doesn't

have to see what a filthy c**t she is now.

When he comes here,

she's awful to him.

She blackmails him,

she manipulates him,

she's vile, she swears at him.

No, no.

She does.

She's terrible to him, Rob.

Terrible.

If there was ever an obstacle

between you and Jack, it's her.

- It is.

- No, no, no.

This is just things

you see in your sleep, Ed.

This is like your flying shoes.

I'm telling you the truth.

The truth.

It's like they say,

"Banana falls down, no matter.

"Melon falls down,

"it's over."

Emma.

Do you wanna get married?

Is that a real proposal?

Yes.

I can wear my white Prada dress.

I can invite Jack.

You can cook two of our chickens.

You know where you're going?

Greece.

- You have money?

- Yeah, I have money.

My passport, my pills.

I have everything.

Good.

Well, bye, then.

What about you?

You should come to Greece.

You can find me on the beach.

Oh, God, no, I hate Greece.

Probably go somewhere with Jack,

somewhere with a Dover Street Market,

so L.A., New York, London, Paris,

Singapore, Beijing or Tokyo.

Nice.

Yes.

Did Anna ever find

that note I left her,

breaking for the first and last time,

my vow never to read

or write anything ever again?

Leave the door open,

in case Ed comes home.

Alright, I will.

Night.

See, I wrote to her

to tell her not to be sad

that the Rolex got lost.

To thank her for typing

in my credit card details

and verification codes for my many,

many online orders these past years.

I wrote to tell her that I love her...

very much.

And that she shouldn't be sad

that I'm gone.

Anna?

Anna?

Anna?

Anna?

Anna?

Where are you?

Anna, I don't wanna be alone.

Anna!

Anna!

Anna, talk to me!

Anna!

Martha.

Martha, can you give me Jack please?

I need you to come pick me up.

Anna!

At the end

of the letter, I wrote a postscript:

"Dear Anna, as for me I'm going

to meet my friend George in Athens.

"He's strong and gentle

and faithful and I like his body.

"We will visit Crete or some other island,

and we'll live together at his place.

"You can come whenever you like,

"and you can stay with us.

She's in parties, what does that mean?

Is she wearing the blue

The red or the green?

The people she knows

The things she sees

She knows what's up

She's never at ease

The things she sees

She's never at ease

Her ambitions are a well kept secret

Even her friends

Don't know what she intends

Out of public sight

But in the public mind

What will you wear to the party tonight?

Out of public sight

What will you wear to the party tonight?

She's in parties

What was her name?

She's in parties

Can she play the game?

She's in parties

Give her the floor

She's in parties

Through the back door

She walks with a limp

Tonight we fear she's lost the fight

Don't pop your lipstick

Put on more lipstick

Black, pink, green, red, open your mouth

And they'll sh**t off your head

She walks with a limp

Tonight we fear she's lost the fight

What will you wear to the party tonight?

She's in parties

What was her name?

She's in parties

Is she into the game?

She's in parties

Give her the floor

She's in parties

Through the back door

She's in parties

Ready to go

She's in parties

You can't say no

She's in parties

She's got something to say

She's in parties

Do you really wanna play?

She's got something to say

Do you really wanna play?

Give her the floor

Through the back door

She's in parties

She's in parties

She's in parties

She's in parties

What will you wear tonight?

1991...

to 2025.