August: Osage County Page #3

...and you rushed right back.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Do you know where I think he is?

I think he...

I think he got some whiskey

and a carton of cigarettes,

and a couple of spy novels,

and...

...I think he got out on the boat

and steered it

to a nice spot close to shore

like he likes and...

He's fishing and reading and drinking.

Maybe even writing a little.

And I think he's gonna walk

through that door...

...any time.

Mom?

Mom, the sheriff's here.

What? Why did...

- Did you call?

- The sheriff's here.

Oh, hey, sweetheart.

Go... go back to bed.

What about Aunt Ivy?

I guess we'll stop on the way.

Christ, I have to call Karen, too.

Why the f***

am I brushing my hair?

This is a story.

Beverly's back.

Ma'am?

Uh...

Cigar...

Cigar...

Archetects.

I'm in the bottom.

I'm in the bottom of them.

It's a good beat, right?

Yeah, Barb?

Um...

From the day...

The day.

I very nearly lost him.

Beverly?

Lost.

And then... and then...

And then you're here.

And Barbara, then you're here.

And Beverly, and then you're... here.

And then you're here.

And you're here,

and then you're here,

and then you're here.

I used to go out with that boy.

That man.

What man?

The sheriff?

In high school.

He was my prom date.

You're kidding.

Day of the prom,

his father got drunk and stole his car.

Stole his own son's car.

Went someplace.

Mexico.

Deon showed up at the house.

He'd been crying.

Confessed he didn't have a way

to take me to the prom.

So we got a six-pack, broke into

the chapel and stayed up all night,

talking and kissing.

And now here he is, showing me...

It's so surreal.

Thank God we can't tell the future.

We'd never get out of bed.

Listen to me.

Die after me, all right?

I don't care what else you do,

where you go,

how you screw up your life,

just...

...survive.

Please.

Holy sh*t, that's Karen.

- Do you remember your Aunt Karen?

- Kind of.

That must be this year's man.

- You OK?

- Yeah.

I used to spend so much time

in our bedroom pretending that

my pillow was my husband,

and did he like the dinner

I just made,

and where were we gonna go that

winter on vacation,

and then he would surprise me

with tickets to Belize

and we would kiss.

I mean, I would kiss my pillow.

And then I would say

that I'd been to the doctor that day,

and...

maybe I was pregnant.

I know how pathetic

that sounds now,

- but it was innocent enough. And...

- Mm-hmm.

And then real life kicks in.

Things don't work out like you plan,

'cause they never do, and

then... and then that pillow

was just a better husband

than any man I'd ever met.

And you punish yourself,

you tell yourself it's your fault

you can't find a good one. I don't know

how well you remember Andrew.

- You remember Andrew?

- No, I remember.

Well, I loved him so intensely,

so the things that he did wrong

were just opportunities

for me to make them right.

When he would cheat on me or

call me "c*nt,"

I'd say, "No, love is forever,

and this is just an opportunity

for me to make an adjustment

in the way that I view the world."

And thank God I just

looked in the mirror

and I said, "Moron," and I walked out.

But one day, finally I said,

"It's me. It's just me.

I don't need anything else.

I can live my life with myself."

And that's when I got my license,

I threw myself into my work,

and I sold a ton of houses,

and that's how I met Steve.

And that's how it works, Barb.

Oh, he's ten years older, but he is such

a thinker, and he's such a good man.

He has such a good heart.

He's good for me, he's good to me.

I guess the best thing about him,

for me,

is that now,

what I think about is now.

I live now.

My focus, my life, my world is now.

You can't plan the future,

you just can't.

As soon as you do,

something happens.

Some terrible thing happens...

- Like your father drowning himself.

- That's exactly what I mean.

You take it as it comes, here and now.

Steve had this huge

presentation today

with some big-wig government guys

who could be really

important for his business,

and he's been putting it

together for months now,

but as soon as we found out about Daddy,

he just canceled his meeting.

He has his priorities straight.

And you know what the kicker is?

You know what the kicker is, Barb?

What's the kicker?

We're going to Belize

on our honeymoon!

Is it always this hot?

Usually it's hotter.

That's hard to imagine.

So how old are you, about 17?

Fourteen.

Fourteen, right.

Fourteen.

Know what I was doing when I was 14?

Cattle processing.

You know what that is?

It doesn't sound good.

Slaughterhouse sanitation.

That's disgusting.

Yeah, I wouldn't recommend it.

But hey, it put food on the table.

Get it?

OK.

What's that smell?

I don't know.

It's probably just

that trash can over there.

No, that's not what I'm smelling.

What are you doing?

- Do I smell what I think I smell?

- I don't know. What do you smell?

Is that pot?

You smoking pot?

- Come on. You can tell me.

- No. No!

You're a little dope smoker.

- No!

- Then you are in luck.

Because I happen to have

some really tasty sh*t.

Here we go. No Pinots.

They had some decent

Californian Merlots.

Oh, look at me.

- Oh, baby.

- Look at me.

- You're beautiful, Mom.

- I was beautiful.

Huh. Not anymore.

- Oh, now.

- You're still beautiful.

Oh, one of those lies we tell

to give us comfort.

Women are beautiful when they're young,

and not after.

Men can preserve

their sex appeal into old age.

And not those men you

see with the shorts

and the little purses

around their waists.

Lord, Lord, Lord.

No.

But some men can maintain cragginess

and weary masculinity.

Women just get old

and fat and wrinkly.

I beg your pardon?

I'm still very sexy,

thank you very much.

Yeah, you are about as sexy

as a wet cardboard box,

Mattie Fae.

You and me both.

Look, wouldn't we be

better off, all of us,

if we just stopped lying

about these things...

- Whoo!

- ...and told the truth?

"Women aren't sexy

when they're old."

I can live with that.

Can you live with that?

Hmm.

What about Sophia Loren?

What about Lena Horne?

She stayed sexy till she was 80.

Hmm, the world is round.

Get over it.

Hey, try this on.

I'm sorry, I won't.

You don't know how

to attract a man. I do.

That's something I always...

We just buried my father,

I'm not trying to attract a man.

I'm not talking about today, dummy.

I'm just saying this is something...

I have a man, all right?

I have a man.

You said you weren't looking for a man.

And... I'm not, because

I already have one, OK?

- Now, will you leave it alone?

- No,

- I'm not gonna leave it alone.

- No, let's not leave it alone.

I wish you both could see the

brainsick looks on your faces.

- Well, who is it?

- Nobody. Forget it.

Tell us, is he someone from school?

How old is he?

What does he do?

I'm not telling you anything.

- Well, you have to tell us something!

- No, I really don't.

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