August: Osage County Page #9

you start pointing fingers.

Because I doubt that Jean's

blameless in all of this.

You know, I'm not saying

that I blame her.

Just because I said she's not blameless,

it doesn't mean I blamed her.

I'm just saying that she might share

in the responsibility.

It's not cut-and-dried.

It lives where everything lives,

somewhere in the middle,

where the rest of us live.

- Everyone but you!

- Karen...

And I'm no angel myself.

I've done some things

I'm not proud of.

Things you'll never know about.

And I may have to do some

things I'm not proud of again.

'Cause...

...life just puts you

in a corner that way.

Anyway, you have

your own hash to settle

before you start making

speeches to the rest of us.

And come January,

I'll be in Belize.

Doesn't that sound nice?

I'm taking Jean with me,

heading back to Colorado in the morning.

You're never coming back to me,

are you, Bill?

Never say never, but...

But no.

I'll probably never really

understand why, will I?

Probably not.

Where are Bill and Jean going?

Karen leave, too?

Yeah.

Is Mom clean?

- She's moderately clean.

- Moderately?

You don't like "moderately,"

then let's say tolerably.

- Is she clean or not?

- Back off.

I'm nervous.

Oh, Christ, Ivy, not today.

I have to tell her, don't I?

We're leaving for New York tomorrow.

I don't think it's a good idea for you

and Charles to take this any further.

- Where's this coming from?

- There's a lot of fish in the sea.

Surely you can rule out

the one single man in the world

- you're related to.

- I love the man I'm related to.

F*** love.

What a crock of sh*t, love.

People can convince themselves

they love a painted rock.

- Looks great. What is it?

- Catfish.

Bottom-feeders. My favorite.

You're nearly 50 years old, Ivy.

You can't go to New York,

you'll break a hip.

Here. Eat your catfish.

- Oh, you're infuriating.

- I'm not the one f***ing my cousin.

I've lived here year in, year out,

hoping against hope someone

would come into my life.

Don't get all Carson McCullers on me.

Now, wipe that tragic look off your face

and eat some catfish.

Howdy, Mom.

- What's howdy about it?

- Look, catfish for lunch.

Johnna? You hungry?

Ivy, you should smile, like me.

- Mom needs her lunch, please.

- OK.

- I'm not hungry.

- You didn't eat today,

you didn't eat anything yesterday.

I'm not hungry.

You're eating.

Do what I say.

Everyone do what I say.

May I ask why

neither of you is dressed?

It's not like we're

sitting here naked, right?

We're dressed.

Or should we be dressed up?

Right, 'cause you're

coming over for fish?

- I'll eat in my room.

- That's fine. Thank you.

Yeah.

- Eat.

- No.

- Eat it... Mom. Eat it.

- No!

- Eat it, you f***er. Eat that catfish.

- Go to hell.

That doesn't cut any f***ing ice

with me. Eat the f***ing fish.

Mom, I have something

to talk to you about.

- No, you don't. No, you don't.

- Barbara...

Shut up. Shut the f*** up.

Please!

- What's to talk about?

- Forget it. Eat the f***ing fish.

I'm not hungry.

Eat the fish, b*tch!

Barbara...

OK, fine. F*** it.

Do what you want.

I have to tell you something.

- Ivy's a lesbian.

- Barbara!

- No, you're not.

- No, I'm not.

Yes, you are.

Did you eat your fish?

- Barbara, stop it.

- Barbara, be quiet, now.

Mom, please, this is important.

Eat your fish, eat your fish,

eat your fish,

eat your fish, eat your fish...

What the f***?!

I have something to say.

Are we breaking sh*t now, huh?

I can break sh*t.

- Hey, see, everybody can break sh*t.

- Charles and I...

You don't want to break sh*t

with me, motherf***er!

Charles and I...

Johnna, we got a little spill in here!

Barbara, stop it!

Mom... Charles and I...

- Little Charles.

- Barbara.

You've got to say

"Little Charles"

or she's not gonna know

who you're talking about.

Little Charles and I...

Little Charles and I...

Little Charles and you

are brother and sister.

I know that.

- Wait. What?

- No, listen.

Little Charles and I...

I've always known that.

I told you,

nobody slips anything by me.

- Mom...

- Don't listen.

I knew the whole time Bev

and Mattie Fae were carrying on.

Charlie should have known, too, if he

hadn't been smoking all that grass.

It's the pills talking.

Pills can't talk.

Your father tore himself up over

it 30-some-odd years, but...

Beverly wouldn't be Beverly if he

hadn't had something to brood about.

Mom, what are you talking about?

Better you girls know now,

now you're older.

You never know when somebody

might need a kidney.

Why in God's name did you tell me this?

Hey, why do you care?

- You're monsters. Monsters!

- Oh, come on, now.

Who's the injured party here?

Ivy, listen...

You will never see me again.

Mattie Fae told me,

and I didn't know what to do.

I was trying to protect you.

We'll go anyway,

we'll still go away.

This is not my fault. Mom told you.

It wasn't me, it was Mom.

There's no difference.

Ivy!

Ivy, don't go!

Ivy! Ivy!

Ivy!

Ivy!

We couldn't let Ivy

run off with Little Charles.

It just... wouldn't be right.

She'll be back.

She's a sweet girl, Ivy.

I love her to death, but...

...she isn't strong.

Not like you.

Or me.

You knew about Daddy and Mattie Fae?

Oh, sure. Sure, but I

never told them I knew.

Your father knew.

He knew I knew, but...

...we never talked about it.

I chose the higher ground.

But if I'd had a chance,

there at the end,

I would've...

I would've told him,

"I hope this isn't

about Little Charles,

'cause you know I know

all about that."

You know, if I'd reached

him over to the motel,

I would've said, "You'd be

better off if you quit sulking

about this ancient history."

What motel?

I called over there on Monday

after I got into the

safety deposit box.

But it was too late.

He'd checked out.

- How'd you know where he was?

- The note.

He said I could call him over

to the Country Squire Motel.

He left a note?

I did call over there on Monday.

After you got your money out

of your safety deposit box.

We had an arrangement.

You have to understand,

for people like your father and me,

who never had any money, ever, as kids,

people from our generation,

that money is important.

If you could have stopped Daddy

from killing himself,

you wouldn't have needed to get

into your safety deposit box.

Well, hindsight's always 20/20,

isn't it?

Did the note say he was

going to kill himself?

Mom?

If I had my wits about me,

maybe I might've done it different.

But...

I was...

Your father and I both,

we were...

You were both f***ed-up.

You were f***ed-up.

You are f***ed-up.

You'd better understand this,

you smug little ingrate.

There's at least one reason

why Beverly killed himself,

and that is you.

You think there's any way in hell

that he would've done what he did

if you were still here? No!

Just him and me in this house, alone,

in the dark, abandoned,

wasted lifetimes devoted

to your care and comfort.

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