Inhabitant, The (2022)

[bunniefuu]

Can't see your mark. Go, girls.

Let's go!

Come on.

Let's go. Come on.

Hey, Karen, your pigtails suck!

Karen sucks.
You should just bring the b*tch.

Next time, seriously,

she hurts you,
I hurt her. No doubt.

Dude, I could not give a sh*t
about her.

Okay.

So, he picked Stanford?

- Mm-hmm.
- d*ck.

Why... Why... Why not Brown?
It's like an hour away, right?

His dad went to Stanford.

We got in a huge,

- huge fight.
- Oh, I heard.

- Are you serious?
- Yeah. I mean,

everyone on
the third floor heard.

- f*ck.
- Yeah.

- sh*t.
- You two never fight.

Yeah, I know.

He's coming over tonight, later.

Well, you look like sh*t.

Oh, you do. Sorry.
Go to sleep.

Bye, honey.

Wait, text me if he calls.

Aw. Thank you.

Tara!

I'm home.

Oh, you got him. Great.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Tara, check the baby.

Can you
get him for me this time?

- No.
- Why not?

'Cause it's your turn.

Please.
I'll give you five bucks.

- I don't care.
- I'll give you ten bucks.

I don't care.

Hi, Jack.

I'm here.

You're good.

Yeah. You're good.

It's okay.

Never gonna hurt you.

Promise I'll never hurt you.

Tara! Are you okay?

- Hurt who?
- Nothing.

No... Nothing, Mom.

Well, if he's hungry, you can
just bring him down. Okay?

He's not hungry.
He just needs a change.

- And you're gonna change him?
- Yeah. Stop yelling.

What if Gina isn't coming back?

What do you mean?

Let's say there was a big fight.

Something not even
a dozen roses could fix.

Where did you get that?

The more we know,
the more we can help.

The babysitter.

I sent texts. I'm no molester.

What's the babysitter's name?

Tara Haldon.

Thanks for your time.

Mm. Go on.

I need the car this weekend.

Me and Suzy
are gonna be babysitting again.

Not for that Gina Loeb.

You know I don't want you
going over there anymore.

Mom, I told you I'm not.

I'm not babysitting
for them anymore.

What happens when I'm driving,
and we have one car?

I don't know what went on
with you and Gina, but, um,

what's her husband's name again?

Mikhail.

Yeah.

He's got a tree
he needs cut down.

Now can I take the job, or, uh,

I'll be violating
some family feud?

That car will be a total P-O-S
when I get to it.

Listen. You start saving now,
you can buy a car.

When I was 16,
I bought my own car.

And no P-O-S.

I said P-O-S,
that's not a curse.

Actually, you know what, Ben?

You should charge
the Loebs double.

They're a bunch of
rich stuck-ups.

I heard that Gina Loeb...

...spent a thousand dollars

on a baby stroller
made of some sort of,

I don't know, special steel.

It's a step up from
the wheelbarrow

you guys used for us.

Nah. No need for a wheelbarrow.

We locked you in your closet
till you were six.

Like Aunt Diane.

You had to go there?

Listen, that's my sister...

and I've been thinking,
you know, it's been, um,

six months,
and I think we should all...

maybe take a trip up there

- on Saturday.
- Sorry, Mom.

Remember Boy Scout project?

I got a job in Worcester.

Really, it won't take that long.
I know you hate going, but...

I mean, she's family. It's...
It's the right thing to do.

You can say "piece of sh*t."
I think you're old enough now.

So, you have to
go to the prison?

No,
we're going to the psych ward.

Mom's gonna be hysterical
the whole time.

It's f*cking annoying.

Okay. Well, do you want company?

You'd do that for me?

Yeah. Sure, sure. Besides...
...obviously,

it kind of sounds
like a Lifetime Movie.

Like My k*ller Aunt starring
Jennifer Love Hewitt.

f*ck you.

Yeah?

Carl is downstairs.
Yes? No?

Well, take me with you.
I'll be your voice of reason.

Your Wi-Fi Jiminy Cricket.

Let me
think about that for a second.

No.

My... My advice is just
ditch him.

- No.
- No. He's... He's a lost cause

- 'cause he doesn't...
- Bye.

Love you.

- Oh, hey.
- Hey.

Um. Hang on.
Um. Carl going away to Stanford.

He hasn't done this to hurt you,
you know.

Yeah, well.

And... And... And I don't wanna
give you a bunch of bullshit

about absence making the heart
grow fonder because it doesn't.

It sucks and it hurts like hell,
but, uh...

Oh, great. Do you also go to
the orphanages on Father's Day

- and laugh at kids?
- But absence also clarifies,

it validates, it tells you
whether it's love or not.

And then if it is...

Stanford, Japan, the Moon,
none of that matters.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Your mom told me about...
uh, Pigtails.

- I don't wanna talk about that.
- You just let me know

if I should talk to her parents.

No. I don't want you
to talk to them.

I'm not gonna let
anyone hurt you... ever.

Okay.

I can take care of myself.

You all right?

Hey, what are you
doing this weekend?

Oh, my God.
Monday's Columbus Day.

Yeah, yeah.

No, I was thinking maybe
if Suzy could cover for us...

we can get away
like we did last...

What? You don't like that idea?

- No. I love that idea.
- Yeah?

- I'd love to do that.
- Mm.

What?
Why are you looking like that?

You sure you wanna
go to Stanford?

Oh, my God.

No.

- Why? What are you about to do?
- How about now?

Mm.

- I said...
- Mm.

Yeah.

How 'bout now?

- Why did you stop?
- What the f*ck?

- What?
- Wait.

- Someone's in my room.
- What you mean?

Someone's in my room.

- Hey, Tara, wait.
- What?

- Aren't we celebrating?
- Yes.

Wait. Come here.

Oh, my God. You don't get it.

You'll never be...

f*cking hell.
What are you doing?

Can you stay out of my room?

I don't ask for much.
That's all that I ask.

In return, I'll get
straight A's, I won't get high,

and I'll never have to Google
the word chlamydia. Okay?

Stop going in my room.

I don't know. You deal with it.

We are at Defcon Four.
I repeat, we are at Defcon Four.

Not good with Carl?

No, Mom. Actually, things were
really great with Carl.

Why do you just assume
things are bad?

I'm just really annoyed...

because someone keeps on
coming in my room

and touching my stuff.

Every single day, something of
mine is either moved or missing.

No one's...

I mean,
no one's coming in your room.

Yeah, I know.
No one's coming in my room

and I'm just going
f*cking crazy, right?

If so, then... why?

I'm the happiest
that I've ever been.

I have my coach, my teammates,
Carl, they all like me.

I'm doing a great job.

How about your dreams?

- What?
- It's just that's how it... it...

it started with...

Diane, nightmares. And,

you know,
the whole time she was happy.

- She was so happy.
- I'm...

not her.

And I'm not saying
you are. It's just...

it's just that...

It was just that
she was 16 when it started,

and you're a year older, and...

it's just a family history.

You mean
the Borden family curse?

The nursery rhyme...

is part of our family history.

You know,
mental illness, it's... it's...

- it's not a curse.
- No, it's not a curse.

- It's... It's a blessing.
- I'm just saying that there...

there are things
that you can do.

There's medication.

I'm not gonna do medication.

Why would you say that?

I'm not crazy.

Honey, I'm on your team.

So, here's what we're gonna do.

Let's just start with seeing
Dr. Sanchez tomorrow

at 3:30 after practice.

I'm fine.

I'm honestly fine.
I'm just tired because I just...

...I haven't
been sleeping that much

because, you know,
I've been sewing all night

since Grandma sent
the trunk of clothes. That's it.

Let's just see
what the therapist has to say.

Okay? What do you think?

Will you please
get out of my room now?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Will you please
get out of my room?

I'm just gonna say I think you...

Please just
leave me alone right now?

Please. Just give me a second.

I just think
you're very talented.

Please get out of my room.

Tara...

Tara...

- You're not real.
- Sure I am.

You're not real.

No.

You're not real.
You're not real.

You're not real.

If it isn't real...

bring it down
on your brother's head.

Your aunt wasn't afraid.

Therapy
isn't enough, you know that.

Didn't work with Diane,
why would it work...

Do not bring up my sister.

How dare you bring up
my sister like that?

I'm trying to save her, too.

I will just go ahead
and have a drink.

Honey, is that you?

Tara.

Tara...

Tara?

Yeah?

You're late.

- Gotta go. Come on.
- Okay. Just a minute.

Tara,
I am not driving you again.

Okay. You don't have to.
Just one second.

I'm not crazy.

Tara...

you having a good day?

No diploma.

Where'd you go? Online?

- Harvard.
- Hmm.

And you?
Have you thought about college?

Maybe fashion.

I actually bought one of
your dresses from your mom.

My dress pimp.

She told me about
your aunt and family history.

She's concerned.

What? That I'm one step closer
on my way to crazy town?

My family's curse?

And school?

How are things going?

What are you typing?

Notes...

so I can review them later.

Just keep it off the cloud.

I don't want someone
hacking you.

Your computer, I mean.
Not with an axe.

That was a joke.

I understand that
you're going to see your aunt.

Mm-hmm.

Tell me about her.

Well...

...she suffocated her child
when she was 16 years old.

And she's been
locked up ever since.

She's the, uh,
winner of our family's

"Black Sheep of the Year" award.

Twenty years running, actually.

You think it's humorous?

No, I don't. I'm...

not laughing.

There is an infant in your home.

I'm not saying
you're schizophrenic.

You're just
a stressed-out high schooler...

...but,

mid-teens is when
this disease first manifests.

- And its prodromal stage...
- Prodromal stage?

Are you serious?

Beginning stage.

You may feel a certain euphoria,
a sense of empowerment.

Things seem clear to you.

You feel amazing...

and you can be prone
to fits of anger and violence,

experience
multiple personalities...

use different voices,
hear voices.

But it can be held in check
with drugs and therapy.

Mm-hmm.

I would never hurt my family.

Type that
in your f*cking keyboard.

Tara...

Tara...

You're fine.

Your aunt wasn't afraid.

Everything's fine.

Tara Haldon?

He sent me some texts and...

and a photo.

Mikhail?

I make clothes.

I sell my stuff on Etsy,
and he bought one of my pieces.

And he told me he wanted me
to model it for him.

And then came the d*ck pic.

You do know
what he did was ill*gal.

Yeah, you would have to arrest
half this town.

- She knew.
- Gina?

Mm-hmm.

Anyone else?

My mother. She knows about
the text, not the photo, though.

And, uh, just your mom?

Yeah. My dad's...

a little more protective,

so I'd rather him
not know at all.

Let's just stick
with the babysitting.

I mean, you...
you kept doing it. Why?

What? Are you saying I've
something to do with this?

We're just doing
our due diligence.

Hmm. Okay, are we done?

You're going to Laurie's?

Laurie kinda sucks.
I don't know.

But I mean, maybe.

You cutting through?

Yeah.

Text me if you go.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Help! Help me!

Help! Help me!

Can you pass me the lace?

I wish I sewed.

Or anything.

I mean, I don't do
the sports thing, or...

the glee thing.

Hmm.

I know you would think you're...

sewing stuff and...

selling them. I don't know.
You just have like this,

this real talent.

You okay?

I think I'm gonna
k*ll my family.

You and every other teenager.

No, I'm for real.

Don't say a word to anyone.

Okay.

What's going on?

I've dreamt about it.

I thought things were
going good, great even, but...

the nightmares I've
been having...

I'm scared.

This nightmare,
I don't know. I just...

I think you should
just stop worrying

about your f*cked-up family
and dreams.

I know.

You know what?
Besides, I think...

every daughter wants to k*ll
their mother at some point.

f*cking tell me about it.

Come here.
Come here, my love.

Hey, why are you up?

My service project for
becoming a First Class Scout.

Oh, yeah.
You're building something.

What do you...
What are you building?

Park benches.

Okay. Jesus.

What is it this time?

God damn it. Please!

"You're never home."

"You don't help with the Jack."

He's mad
she's not going to take them.

Them? Is that us?

Sounds like
we're with Dad in the divorce.

Caleb, come on.

Come on.

Oh, yeah. Right...

- today.
- Yeah.

You better check
with your mother,

I don't know
what the hell's going on.

- Caleb, come on. Let's go.
- Wash it.

He's running hot.

Do you want me to call a doctor?

No, no, no. It's only 101.

You're gonna be okay, right?

My tough little monkey...

- right, Jack?
- I like your hair.

- What?
- I like your hair.

Do you?

It's very vintage.

Well, that sounds old.

Um, listen,
I want you to go ahead

and go up
and see Aunt Diane today.

What?

Without you? I...

I don't wanna go alone.
I don't even know her, Mom.

You won't be alone.
You said that Suzy wanted to go.

Yeah, she offered.
I'm not gonna actually

- make her come with me...
- Jack has a fever.

She already knows
that we're coming.

I'm not gonna disappoint
that poor woman.

Ma, she k*lled her kid.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

Yeah, I do. She's a m*rder*r.

You don't know
anything about that.

Ma, I really don't wanna go.

Oh, my God.

Will you please
just do this for me?

- Please?
- Okay, okay.

- Why do I have to beg you?
- You're not. I'm going.

And don't call her a m*rder*r.

She is a m*rder*r.

Just saying it like it is.

Nice try.
We saw you.

How can I help you?

As I understand it,
this was your...

- Third.
- ...third...

altercation with Karen.

It happens
in field hockey all the time.

And she's a bully.

Hmm.

I do think it's interesting that
you knew Gina Loeb and Karen,

and both women are missing.

Are you implying that
my daughter might have...

something to...

Because you know who else
knew both of those women?

Gina's husband.

Karen would babysit for them.

- Thank you both.
- You're welcome.

We will be in touch.

- Thanks for the coffee.
- Mm-hmm.

I didn't do anything.

I didn't say you did.

I hope she's okay.

Yeah, me too.

Well, to be honest, like...

I'm really not upset that
Karen is missing.

She's probably on a f*ck
and coke bender

with Nick the d*ck.

What's going on?

- What is wrong with you?
- Nothing's wrong with me.

I just...

I mean,
what's the big deal? It's Karen.

- I mean, we hate that b*tch.
- I just don't know.

Sorry, I just really don't wanna
talk about this right now.

All right.

Love you. Be good.

I'll be here... just chill in.'

Like a villain.

Um. Sorry, um,
your sister couldn't...

make it. Jack's sick.

Sick?

It's just a fever.
It's nothing serious.

And you? How are you?

Good.

Something's different about you.

I didn't see it before.

- I'm older now, so...
- No, no, no.

That ain't it.

Yeah.

That look, I know what that is.

I've seen it before in myself.

It's happened.

Seen... Seen what?

It's like getting your period.

The women in our family

always seem to meet her
at a certain age.

Your mom, too.

Oh, she's met her.

They told me
she was a coping mechanism.

Someone for me
to place the blame on.

You must have
some dark, dark thoughts.

I'm not...

like you.

I would never hurt a child.

I would never...
smother and bury a child.

You wanna know a secret?

He wasn't smothered.

Tradition demanded a bit...

more...

harshness.

Tradition?

So naive.

It was an axe.

Funny thing is,
I don't even remember doing it.

I blacked out.

You got the same evil rattlin'
around in that pretty head.

I don't have any evil in me.

What I do have is...

freedom.

You think that I don't
check in on my little sis?

On you?
That adorable little baby?

I like the ghost decoration
you got on your porch.

Very spooky.

I hope you rot in here, Diane.

It's in your blood!

I'll see her real soon!

Whoa!

- She just f*cking attacked me.
- Hey, breathe, breathe.

- She chopped up her son!
- Breathe, breathe. Breathe.

Mm-hmm. One, two.

Okay. You wanna tell me
what happened?

She was...

She was about to tell me
about how she...

she saw a woman
when she was younger,

and my mom saw a woman too,

and I've seen a woman.

I saw a woman.
I woke up in the middle of night

and there was a woman
in my f*cking room

and she's trying
to make me k*ll my family.

- It's like, oh, boy...
- Wait, honey, honey.

...f*cking Lizzie Borden
is trying to make me

- k*ll my family or something.
- Wait, you saw a woman?

Mm-hmm.

That sounds like
a little crazy even for me.

Mom!

Mom!

What the f*ck...

- The baby's sleeping.
- What the f*ck's wrong with you?

When were you going to tell me?

- Tell you what?
- You lied to me.

She f*cking k*lled him
with an axe.

A f*cking axe? That's insane.
Why didn't you tell me?

You didn't think
maybe I'd want to know?

Please just stop talking.

- I can't.
- Just wait.

You lied to me.

What about the hallucinations?

Aunt Diane said
that you had them too.

Is that true?

No.

I just...

I don't know, I was just trying
to make her feel better.

She's my only sister.

And I didn't want her to feel...

so alone and so isolated.

So I just made it up.

She was a kid.

She had a kid.

And then, the whole time
she's battling this...

disease.

So, are you gonna tell me
what really happened?

So she was...

prone to blacking out...

from drinking.

And I came into her room.

And she was passed out
on the bed.

And there was...

an axe...

in her hand.

And the bedspread
was pulled off the bed.

And there was...

this little bump...

underneath the sheet
next to her.

And there was...

blood.

Lots of blood.

Hello, I'm home.

I'm crazy.

Please...

...can we keep this our secret?

Oh, hey.

You know...

...you and your dad have yours,
this one will be ours.

- Okay?
- What?

Hello.

Are you still
my alibi for tomorrow?

Uh. Yeah, yeah. Even my mom
thinks you're coming over.

- I totally sold it.
- Good.

Check...

this bullshit out.

- One second.
- Give me a beat.

- No.
- Yeah.

You are crazy then.

Okay, thank you so much.

Tara, I just don't want you
to get hurt.

I gotta go.

f*ck.

Tell her.

Tell her.

Sweetie...

Daddy needs time alone.
Go watch cartoons.

Sweetie, please.

I need ten minutes, that's it.

Enough. Enough!

Told you...

Okay, I'm leaving.
I'll be back tomorrow.

Okay.
Tell Suzy's mom I said hi.

Okay. Will do.

Okay, I'm coming.

Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Your phone.

You're my best friend
in the world.

- Thank you so much.
- Love you.

You need something,

you can call. Yeah, bye.

Dude, what is...
what is...

what is this place
that we're going to?

I mean, like,
there's a hundred hotels,

why you dragging me
all the way out here?

Tara.

Many think it was jealousy.

That she lost her father's
attention to her step-mom.

Was she insane?

No one knows.

In 1893,
she was acquitted of all charges

and the murders remain unsolved.

Legend has it,
her spirit lingers here

looking for
a new vessel to inhabit.

Oh, one second.

Remember, breakfast
is served from seven to nine.

Just go right up
the stairs. Okay?

I'm so sorry.

We're operating
a little short today

and I am working
double duty. Oh!

- I really enjoyed listening.
- Oh, thank you.

- So, are you checking in?
- Yes, just one night.

Oh. Lucky you.

For 60 dollars more,

Lizzie Borden's room
is available.

- Tara.
- Yes.

- Right.
- Really?

Yeah, really.
A hundred percent really.

- Okay, good. Follow me. You bet.
- Thank you.

Great.

- It's right up here.
- Shut up.

Follow me.

And for you,
the most coveted room.

Oh, my gosh.

Old.

So there's like no TV?
No bathroom?

You share,
right across the hall.

- Oh, great.
- It's perfect.

Well... if you're interested,

we do a candlelight seance
at eight o'clock.

Now, most of our guests
are gonna be going into town

for the Oktoberfest,

so, it'll probably
be just a small gathering...

Tara.

We'll be there.

All right, good.
Okay, eight o'clock promptly,

and be ready for spooky time.

It's her clothes.

The dresses? Yes.

Lizzie made
many of her own clothes.

She was an expert seamstress.

Well, this blouse...

it's a replica of
one of her pieces.

I always wear it
on seance night.

Excuse me. I just need to
make a phone call.

Okay, we start in five minutes.

Thank you.

Will you do me a favor?

Can you go to my house

and grab all the old vintage
clothes from my room

and there's a wooden box
in the basement, too.

Can you just
grab everything from there?

Wait, all the...
all the frilly old stuff?

Yeah.

Just grab everything
and put it in a trash bag

and just take it
to your house, please.

Just get it
out of my house, please.

And why?

I don't know. It's...

It's like a trigger
or something.

Wait, f*ck.
What do I tell your mom?

Divine inspiration hit,

and I want to
work on stuff at your house.

Sorry.

But, you know, the progression
of this, right, is you asking me

for a body part next.

Yeah, well,
you already have my heart.

I love you.

Thank you.
I appreciate it.

Night.

What I try to do

is to summon
a spirit of the Borden family.

We begin.

Mm.

I call upon
the spirits of this house

to grant us
a moment of your time.

I offer my consciousness
as a conduit to this world.

I beseech all.

- I open myself to you.
- Tara.

I offer...
my aura as a path.

I call upon Lizzie Borden.

Join us at our table.

I offer my consciousness

- to you.
- Tara.

Take my hands. It might help.

Don't you dare
touch me, old b*tch.

Tara?

I k*lled you once.
I'll k*ll you again.

Tara?

I knew you were trouble
the minute I met you.

Trying to replace my mother...

stealing my father from me.

Tara, please.
You're... You're scaring me.

If this is an act,
I want you to stop.

Here you are.

Here you are...
here I am. It's all so...

it's so familiar.

Tara? Tara,
come back here.

Tara?

You never loved my father.
No, you didn't.

I... I... This is an act.
This is an act.

Was this... Lizzie's axe?

- Yes.
- Yes.

This is my... axe.

Please, please.

Don't, don't...

Tara.

Tara, no!

Carl!

- Watch out! Now!
- Are you insane?

What the f*ck. What's wrong?

She was acting
like she was possessed.

I never met anything in my life.
This is just...

I don't know.

What's wrong?

I think...
I think I really need help...

you know?

What if I did something?

Hey.

Sorry, she's sewing,
you know how...

- Yeah.
- ...she is.

She's in, uh,
no answer the phone zone now.

Yeah.

- So, all the clothes?
- Yep.

I mean, in the basement...

behind the furnace.

- Okay.
- In the back.

Thank you.

This f*cking place.

Okay.

She's not picking up.
I don't know why.

Hey, it's Suzy.
Leave a message.

Hey, call me when you get this.

I'm getting...
getting kind of worried.

Hey, Em. I... Listen, I just
want to say I'm... I'm sorry.

I... I... I've been crazed
with work

and, um, haven't been
home much, but...

No. You know what?
No more excuses.

Running isn't the way.
I know that now.

We need to face this,
this whole thing.

Tara, your sister,
this damn curse.

All of it. Head on.

All right, I'm heading home.
We need to talk.

Okay. We need to help Tara.

Sixty-five-fifty-five,

porter on scene. Body identified
as missing woman Gina Loeb.

Possible dead body inside
the house of Mikhail Loeb.

I'd say
that dress knew it was a downer.

Carl, that's Gina Loeb's house.

- Is that Suzy's car?
- What?

Pull up. Pull into
the driveway right now.

- Pull into the driveway.
- Okay.

Are you sure
somebody's in the house?

My mom should be.

You know I'll go
in there with you.

I don't mind getting yelled at.

I just want to find Suzy.

Hey, it's Suzy.
Leave a message.

Mom! Caleb!

Suzy!

What about your dad?
Where is he?

He's not supposed to
be home until later.

Just my mom and Caleb.

And Jack.

- Baby Jack.
- Oh, f*ck.

Wait!

Caleb?

Caleb? Thank God.

- I'm sorry, Tara.
- It's okay.

I thought I heard a phone.

Suzy's in the trunk.
She's... She's dead.

I thought of Jack.

I heard someone coming,
so I crawled up here with him.

What about Mom?

I need you to
stay up here, okay?

Do you understand?

- Say yes.
- Yes.

Take this.

Call 911.

Hey, Tara. Come on, come on.

- Tara, come on. Come on.
- What?

Someone's in here.
Someone's in here. Tara.

Give me that stick.

I love you.

Hey, sport. What's going...

Caleb, hey. Wait, what?
No, I can't make out...

Caleb, hang on.

Who hurt who? What?

In the attic?
What are you talk...

Where's your mom?
Put your mom...

Where's Tara?

Okay, hang on.

Caleb, listen to me.
Listen carefully.

Just... Just stay quiet.
Don't move.

I'm calling 911. Stay there.

No matter what you hear,
don't move.

911, what's your emergency?

Get away from him!

You okay?

- Are you okay?
- No. I'm not okay.

- f*ck!
- You're gonna be okay.

No. I'm not okay. f*ck!

I'm not in the mood right now.

Just hold on tight.

Come on, Em, pick up. Pick up!

Dammit. Goddammit.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, Aunt Diane.

No.

Hello, Tara.

Ugh! Ah!

It feels so good.

It has been... so long...

...living a lie.

Years and years of just...

hiding behind all those pills.

Mom, why is there blood on you?

Dulling the pain.

- You don't like it?
- Mom, stop.

- Let's play a game.
- Mom, you're scaring me.

Mom?

Mom, this is not you.
You're my mom.

You're Jack's mom.
You're Caleb's mom.

You're my mom. Okay?

I don't know why. I'm sorry.

It's okay.
You can't fight it alone.

I'm not alone, right?

I have you. Right?

- I love you so much.
- I love you, too.

You need help, Mom.

And I need help. We need help.

But what if I don't
want help, huh?

Get out of the way!

You have a little bite,
don't you?

You have a little bite.

Who could play spin the bar.

Oh, not you.

I think I'm gonna go find Caleb.

My little Boy Scout.

Oh,
and that sniveling baby, too.

All he does is cry and cry.
He's like the other one.

But that one
was an abomination. That one...

I quieted him.

- He was so quiet.
- What other one?

What do you mean,
what other one?

You think she did it?

No.

Do you think she could do it?

She can't do anything.

No, I did that.

I righted the affront to God.

I was a good girl. I did that!

You see, a child born of
incest... nobody wants that.

My father betrayed my mother.

He's a bad boy, poop.

You're a bad girl

because you're trying
to betray me

- with your father.
- What are you talking about?

- What are you talking...
- No, Mom.

...about, Mom?
I know what I'm talking about.

I see you. I see you.

I see you trying
to take my place.

My place!

You cannot take my place.

Do you think I'm f*cking crazy?

Do you think I'm f*cking blind?

No, I see everything.

Everything!

But it doesn't matter...

because all of you
will get what you deserve.

Then do it.

It's the police. The police!

I'm not gonna k*ll you.

Open the door!

Okay.

- Emily!
- Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

No, no, no.

Is he gonna be okay?

Where's your sister?

Upstairs still.

Can I start the car?

My nine-year-old
wants to start the car?

Yes.

Tara!

Tara!

Hi.

Hey.

Hey, I hate to ask...

Don't worry. I took 'em.

I won't let her get to you.

He doesn't even have
his seat belt on,

but he's about to win
his, like, bajillionth Daytona.

Yeah!

Yes, I won!

Hey, thanks.