August: Osage County Page #4

Are you in love, Ivy?

I don't...

Are you in love?

- Roses come to the cheeks.

- Hoo!

Out, out, out!

I'm getting out.

Thank you.

We maintain accounts offshore

until we get approvals.

What, to get around approvals?

To get around approvals

until we get approvals.

There's a lot of bureaucracy, red tape.

I don't know what you know

about Florida, Florida politics.

Well, only what I've read, and that's...

Right, right, in this kind

of business in particular.

Charlie?

- Picking up Little Charles.

- Oh.

- I need another plate.

- When you set the table,

you don't have to sit on the corner.

Give me the wine.

Is that what you were

in such a hurry to get home for?

What the hell is on TV

that is so important to you?

Phantom of the Opera, 1925.

They're showing it with

the scene in color restored.

Oh, cool.

Wait, let me make sure

I've got this.

When you threw a fit about going

to the store with your dad...

Hey, look at me!

And you were so distraught

over the start time

of your grandpa's funeral,

was this your concern? Huh?

Getting back here in time to watch

Phantom of the f***ing Opera?

I guess.

Christ.

- Phantom of the Opera, huh?

- Mm-hmm.

Hi, doodle.

Hey, baby.

Doodle?

- Oh, hey. Hey, baby.

- Hi.

- I want to show you our old fort.

- Yeah?

Man, the air in here just doesn't move.

I'll hook you up later.

I'm sorry, Dad.

No need to apologize.

I know Mom's mad at me.

Well, don't worry about her.

What'd she say?

Your mother, she says what she says.

I set the alarm, I did.

I know you did.

I loved Uncle Bev, you know that.

You stop apologizing.

I missed his funeral.

Oh, it's...

It's a ceremony.

It's ceremonial.

That doesn't mean anything

compared to what you have

in your heart.

Here, hold on.

Comb your hair.

Uncle Bev must be

disappointed in me.

Oh, your Uncle Bev

has got bigger

and better things ahead of him.

He doesn't have time for spite.

He wasn't that kind of man anyway.

Hey.

Hey, it's OK.

Just...

I know how things are.

I know how they...

...think about me and...

...something like this, you want

to be there for people.

I'm sorry I let you down, Dad.

Hey, you haven't let me down.

You never let me down.

Now, listen.

You're wrong about these people.

They love you.

They love you.

Some of them haven't gotten a chance

to see what I see.

A fine man,

very loving,

with a... a lot to offer.

Now, take this.

Give me my comb.

Oh.

I love you, Dad.

Love you, too, son.

Phantom of the Opera?

You don't remember what

it was like to be 14?

She's old enough to exhibit

a little character.

But I guess that's something

you normally learn from your parents.

That's a shot across my bow, right?

- I missed something.

- Really?

Instilling character,

our burden as parents.

Yeah, I got that part.

And you really haven't been

much of a parent lately,

- so it might be tough...

- Look, just because you and I

are struggling with this

Gordian knot, it doesn't mean...

Oh, nice, "Gordian knot,"

but her 14-year-old self

might view it differently.

Might consider it abandonment.

She's a little more

sophisticated than that,

- don't you think?

- Pretty f***ing sophisticated,

the restored whatever

of The Phantom of the Opera.

- I know that makes your dick hard.

- Barbara.

- Precocious little sh*t.

- I am not defending her.

- I'm on your side.

- I'm not blaming her,

because I don't expect her

to act any differently

when her father is such

a selfish son of a b*tch.

- Be a father! Help me!

- I am her father, goddamn it!

Her father in name only.

I have not forsook

my responsibilities.

It's "forsaken," big shot.

No, actually, "forsook" is

also an acceptable usage.

Oh, "forsook" you

and the horse you rode in on.

You do not fight fair.

I've seen where that gets me.

Grow up! While you are dyeing your hair

and going through your fifth puberty,

the world is falling apart,

and our kid can't handle it.

Our kid is trying to deal

with this goddamn madhouse

- you've dragged her into.

- This madhouse is my home.

Yeah, think about that statement

for a second, why don't you?

Jean is here with me because

this is a family event.

Jean is here because she's

a buffer between you

and the shrill insanity

of your mother.

You'd have a lot more credibility

if you had any credibility.

You're an easy mark.

You're so goddamn

self-righteous, you know that?

Surely you must have realized when you

started porking Pippi Longstocking

that you were due for some

self-righteousness,

just a smidge of

indignation on my part.

Maybe I split because of it.

Oh, is this your confession, then?

When you finally unload all, hmm?

You're thoughtful, Barbara,

but you're not open.

You're passionate, but you're hard.

You're a good, decent,

funny, wonderful woman,

and I love you,

but you're a pain in the ass!

One for me.

One for the girls.

Mom's casserole.

They said you overslept.

Maybe I purposely

accidentally overslept.

I don't know, I'm so sorry.

Please.

I know you had one of the

worst days of your life,

and I'm sorry that I wasn't there.

We don't have to do that

with each other.

Wait. You're breaking our rule.

Well... they're on to me.

Not us, just me.

I told them I was seeing someone,

I didn't tell them who. I just wanted

you to know, in case it came up.

What?

Charles?

I adore you.

Pass that casserole, please?

Oh, my... my casserole's coming.

I'll eat some of yours, too.

Mom, let's eat!

Oh, there he is. I wanted to put

you at the kids table,

- but they wouldn't let me.

- Where do you want me to put this?

Hi, Little Charles.

I want you to meet my fianc, Steve.

- Hello.

- This is Little Charles.

- Jeez!

- Goddamn it!

- You goddamn clumsy goofball!

- All right, all right.

- Nobody's hurt.

- I'm so sorry!

- What about me? I'm hurt.

- You're not hurt. Let it go.

It's not a party until

somebody spills something.

- That is my casserole!

- I'm sorry, the mess I made...

- Let it go, Mattie Fae.

- I'm so sorry.

Who wants chicken? Jean?

You didn't get chicken.

- I don't eat meat.

- Pass the potatoes.

You don't eat meat?

- OK.

- Mom!

Little Charles, chicken?

Put it on for him.

He's liable to burn the house down.

All right, Mattie Fae.

Mom, stop. I don't want that.

Barbara.

Will you put this up over there?

Yeah, sure.

That is so nice.

That's so sweet.

I see you gentlemen have all

stripped down to your shirtfronts.

I thought we were having

a funeral dinner...

...not a cockfight.

Somebody should probably say grace.

Barbara?

Well, Uncle Charlie should say it.

He's the patriarch around here now.

I am?

By default.

OK.

Dear Lord, we ask that you

watch over this family

in this sad time, O Lord.

That you bless this good woman

and keep her in your...

...in your... grace.

Oh, um...

I got to take this.

Work. It's very important.

- I'm working in Oklahoma, yeah.

- Uh-huh.

Oklahoma, right. Yep.

We ask that you

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