You know how I see us?
At the end of the House of Usher, when the mansion collapses in on itself, not your favorite
pile I know.
Why are you looking at me like that?
You could have at least shaved.
I look like a grotesque queen-shaved.
Look at this.
Mary's diary.
What are you doing?
Don't touch that!
What's the point in hiding from it?
March 22nd.
I can't write tonight.
We ought to just get all this furniture, all of it, out of here.
Just start over.
Mom isn't going to do that.
You know what's under this?
Jerry K says she lost half her virginity to a fatty white man who cried when he got
to dinner.
The fat guy who built UBS boxes.
How do you mean the diary?
You're being a boyer.
What are you wearing?
You look like a stevedore in all gray like that.
It isn't voyeurism with the dead.
And I enjoy nautical war, so thank you.
Mary, look.
Mary's Norman Rockwells.
He's ever streaky with perverse.
You think those are perverse?
You hung El Greco's massacre in the den on Christmas Day.
Gornica, and that was Picasso, at Easter.
Rockwell's Wars.
I'm going to relate to these boys more.
I mean, we were never like this.
We were too busy being in crisis mode all the time to be as spooky as these kids.
No buzzwords, please.
I'm going to smoke a cigarette.
I'm potting the tips like you used to.
You want to leave food before mom gets back?
Do whatever you want.
It's our house, or at least it was whatever.
Do you want anything?
Or mom doesn't make kimchi or mussels, does she?
So fucking terrifying.
I'm sure you'll figure it out.
No, really.
Really, you will.
Just take care of your brother.
Be supportive.
All he needs to do is talk.
Talk and talk and talk.
Fuck it.
You know, that aspartame is going to kill you.
I smoke all.
What's the knife in the dishwater?
Is that a euphemism?
Like?
He was so drunk he was eating the floral arrangements.
You know, I don't understand why people said that if dad actually did eat the floral arrangements.
Is it wrong to leave the dishes with resin?
Mom does like to boil her pipes when she's depressed.
You think she should quit?
Hey, I didn't say that.
Shit, was that her?
We need to go.
I don't want to be around her, not after today.
She was a little rude.
She was a monstrosity.
That sucks.
I don't like processes.
We haven't even done anything yet, Greg.
Exactly.
I feel like whatever is less than a man.
That's mom's takeout.
Mom doesn't believe in boundaries.
Well, I do.
You're not a child anymore, Greg.
My god, you're going to be a psychologist.
I'm not, I decided.
I'm going to work at Ventiun on the milk line.
Great.
So you're going to be like dad.
Listen.
You know what you should do?
Get a life coach.
I've got one.
She's very helpful.
Greg, you left a cutlery.
You need to use soap with those.
They're soap on the sponge.
Oh, for God's sakes.
Can you just do it right for once?
Can I use your cell phone?
I don't want mom to read out mine to see if I made a call.
When you're around here, it's through the washing machine again.
What is that?
Four phones now, Greg.
Forget it.
Let's just go.
Who do you need to call anyway?
Let me guess.
A drug dealer?
No.
I have that little problem very much under control.
It's only that problem.
Let's go.
I'm making an issue out of my shit.
Give me keys, your wallet, fuck yourself.
What the fuck?
Try to keep yourself clean for God's sakes.
Have some respect.
Respect for home.
I didn't realize how warped Mary was listening to this.
She was dancing alone in the river when she saw the velvet wasp, dark eyes and a drippy
stinger at her breast.
She whipped through the prickers when it was done.
You warped for reading it.
People read it.
They have Frank's diary all the time.
Millions of people.
That's not cute.
What are you trying to prove anyway?
Nothing.
I'm not trying to prove anything to anyone, I'm just reading it.
Where do you want to eat?
I thought you said you were going to eat at the hotel.
I was going to eat at the hotel, but now I'm babysitting.
Since I'm paying for both of us, we're eating somewhere else.
I'm babysitting.
Fuck you, Paul.
You had your wife fly you that suit on a plane by itself.
How much did that cost?
You literally devour money, consciously.
Do you or do you not take a gold supplement?
My gold supplement is for my spinal alignment.
I think you're full of horseshit.
Can I smoke one hit if I ghost hit it?
No, hold it in and hold it until it's nothing.
What is that?
They always test the emergency broadcast sirens on Wednesday.
You've been away too long.
You're getting all the action?
You haven't been away long enough.
That'll be some shit.
You just don't want me expressing my anxiety over Mary's death.
No stepford bot like mom.
No, that's what you don't want.
That's why you get high.
Marijuana lets me express my emotions, not hide from them.
You hide.
You are a sycophant worm.
That word means like a toadie.
You never use words correctly.
Fuck this siren and fuck this shit whole town.
What do you want to eat?
You're doing the thing where you turn into a subhuman beast when you're hungry.
I want carbohydrates.
Absolutely.
Look, you, do you think it was, you know, painful for her?
Greg, stop.
No talking about this in the restaurant.
I don't care where we go.
We're not talking about fucking pain scenarios.
Hypotheticals are banned from the launch table.
So that means when you're in there, you aren't a collector of debutted virtue.
Me?
What about that time when you found her with her throat closed all bloated?
You gave her the epinephrine.
You knew that meant peeling down her jeans.
I saved her fucking life.
So what?
You think you saved her more than me?
Was that the game we're playing?
Look, at least we both saved her.
She was an alien to mom and dad.
She never said that.
She never told anyone anything.
On the day of the dead, she would always do the, uh, the coming to get you, Paulie.
He always told me that was the wrong reference, it was from the night of the living dead.
You don't even like zombie movies.
Your favorite movie is Gosford Park.
It's a loom dee.
That doesn't make you culture or fire.
You stuffed cats' heads in the ground and ran them over with a lawnmower.
That wasn't me.
That was Charlie Fritz and he's fucking dead.
Everybody rammed his head into a brick wall of college.
You still feel good about making fun?
Charlie Fritz never even went to college.
He died in a car wreck your senior year.
You know there are 33 people from my class that had kids?
Guess how many are dead?
I don't know.
Jesus, why would you even count that?
Oh, just be normal, please.
You know what I think?
I think somebody murdered or attacked her with bees in a jar or something.
I mean, let's say, hypothetically.
I'm sorry I hit you.
You're attached to this image of being the good brother.
I shouldn't have ruined that for you.
So I won't see you again.
I have meetings until Sunday.
So you're going to have to help mom with the wood pile and fix the eaves' troughs.
They're called gutters, Paul.
Can I ask you something honestly?
You need money?
Do you think she died for us?
You little bitch, what gives you the right?
Gregory, did you wash the pans?
Only the ones that were dirty.
You bled on the tiles.
I didn't bleed.
You must have cut yourself on a knife, clumsy.
Your brother says you're acting out.
Paul doesn't know shit.
He is conspiring against you.
You creepy faggot.
What did he say?
I don't want to worry you.
Tell me what he said.
He said he thinks you might lose it.
That we should put you in a home.
You little liar, I'm too high for this.
Greg, you aren't going to hurt yourself over this, are you?
I thought about it.
I was looking at one of Mary's Norman Rockwells today.
I thought about it then.
Look, who do you think Mary hated more?
And why wasn't Dad there?
You didn't ask Paul?
Your father is gone.
Where did he go?
I told Paul.
You know again, or Paris for the monster binge?
I don't actually know where he went.
He left a note, which is new.
I'm not going to read it to you.
I hate my speaking voice.
Shit.
I found her diary.
You should burn whatever you have immediately.
It's contagious.
That's a hell of a thing to say.
Do you think Paul is coping well?
No.
I think he's going to snap.
Just as well.
It's funny.
I always figured you would be the killer.
When you went to college, I always expected that middle of the school day call.
Anyhow, I have to go.
Reggie's on his way.
And don't forget, we're meeting for drinks on Sunday.
What are you doing here?
Why are you telling Bob we want to institutionalize her?
I just wanted to fuck with her.
Do you order me anything?
Most expensive breakfast dish, expect multiple plates.
You need to be nicer to mom.
Try acting like you actually love her.
You give me burnt bacon?
You believe I specified charred?
Yes.
You're a carbon addict.
I'm in love with mom, actually.
I think I should be ashamed of that, but it lets me tell her the things that she doesn't
want to hear.
It lets me be a human to her, and not just a son.
Why don't you try being a human and stop telling her you think she's crazy?
She's not crazy, she's just unnerved.
So I read a little more into the diary.
There was a boy, a lamb, and she coveted him.
I think he did it.
Did what?
Murder.
That's very silly, fucking ignorant, actually.
These things don't happen.
It isn't my girl, but Greg, people with allergies die.
If you ate figs, that would be the end for you.
Avocados.
Whatever.
She was weak.
She wasn't murder.
You're weak.
You needed her to have loved you more or you'd have died.
She did what she wanted.
She did exactly what she wanted.
It was her choice.
Never helps you sleep at night.
I just dreamed the other night where I bit into a bag warm infestation.
Of course you did.
You've been hanging out with mom.
Listen, Greg, I'm leaving after breakfast.
I've already paid, so that's that.
The last line of the diary read, I never drank nor swore, and I only had dessert with every
meal, but I never dumped a gooey hunk of meringue into mint tea, and I never ate more than my
fair share of pastry bowls.
I guess that makes me worth saving.
I spent the night when I woke up from my dream memory.
I found out she couldn't eat vitamin K, a blood clot in her arm from the birth control
last summer.
The doctor said she should be grateful that she should thank her lucky stars, but she
said, I failed to hate myself.
What are you talking about?
This is insane.
Private stuff, Greg.
Have you been drinking?
You are self-sabotaging.
The money paid off on the gun that she stole from dad, the gun to shoot Lam, the father
of her child.
What are you talking about?
Stop you.
You need to stop the fantasy, Greg.
It was a velvet wasp.
The autopsy says so.
Who showed you the autopsy?
I went and talked to the mortician.
It was Lam Claremont.
He killed her, Paul.
Does mom know about this?
No, I haven't told you yet.
Don't tell mom.
Listen, you need, you can, you just pull yourself together, Greg, and next Christmas, you come
out, you visit Tiffany and me, it'll be great.
How about that?
Yeah, sure.
It's okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Wait, wait, Paul, don't go.
You're gonna look through this.
Yeah.
Yeah, you too.
Listen, I'd hug you, but, uh...
It hasn't collapsed yet, has it?
Goodbye, Greg.
No.
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I'm not sure what to do with this.
I'm just gonna wait for the next one.
I'm not sure what to do with this.
I'm just gonna wait for the next one.
I'm just gonna wait for the next one.
I'm not sure what to do with this.
I'm just gonna wait for the next one.
I'm not sure what to do with this.
I'm just gonna wait for the next one.
I'm not sure what to do with this.
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