Beautiful Prison Page #2

No, no, that's not an option.

It's worth discussing.

No, he can't move in here

and disrupt our lives.

My God.

Baby, I'm sorry.

Come on.

I'm sorry.

We never fought before

I got him this job,

and now all we do

is fight about Ben.

Maybe he is ruining us.

I didn't say, I do,

to both you and him.

He's got...

Ben.

Dinner is ready.

Ben, pass me the salt.

Ben, pass me the salt.

All right, I cannot take this sh*t

from either of you anymore, you guys.

I... all right, Ben,

Chente is my husband,

and I love him very

much, all right?

And you're going to

have to accept that.

And, Chente, Ben is

a part of our family,

and you're just going to

have to grow up about it.

He's always being mean.

I'm your boss, Ben.

I have to be tough when

people don't do their jobs.

Does that make sense, Ben?

He fired Jerry.

-You fired Jerry?

-I had to.

I had to, to save your

brother's ass, so instead

of keeping an employee

around who can manage a line,

I kept Ben here, Ben the retard.

Chente, what the hell?

My...

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

Get the f*** out

of my house, man.

This is my family.

Stop it.

Stay down, Ben.

He can't defend himself!

All you do is

hold us back, Ben.

Stop! Please just stop!

My God.

My God.

When I tell you to do

something, you do it!

No, no, no, no, Ben!

Ben!

Look at you, you little sh*t.

Ben?

Ben.

Ben.

Thank God.

That's ok.

I got it.

Hey, I have your medicine.

Thanks.

Ben, I don't know

what to say, man.

All this...

You can't know

how terrible I feel.

I take equal blame.

I'm just...

I've come for the one I love.

I made the mistake of

letting you go once.

I'm done making mistakes.

You can't forget me, Ben.

You can't forget me!

That's not funny at all.

That's...

Spanish...

I can understand you, and you...

and you, and you.

Hello?

Hello?

Who's there?

Hello?

Who's there?

Hello?

Hello?

Jerry?

Hey, Ben.

Angela.

Sorry it took me

so long to visit.

I just, I just needed

some time to clear up my head.

I brought you some flowers.

Make this place a little homier.

Thank you.

Ben, I, I wish

Mom was still around.

Me, too, of course.

You were, you were way to

young to remember any of this,

but, when we

were little, we were

swimming in Uncle Frank's pool.

You were just learning to walk,

and Uncle Frank was cooking.

And he burned his

hand on the grill,

and Mom went into the house to

get him some ice or something.

She was gone for

maybe 10 seconds,

but that was all the time

it took you to fall in.

I was the only one in the pool,

so I... I tried to save you,

Ben.

I just wasn't strong enough.

I felt so alone and

just helpless, you know?

I mean, Mom... Mom pulled us out,

but right now, Ben, right now,

I... I feel so

helpless and alone.

And Mom's not here

to pull us out.

Angela, we're fine.

You... you honestly don't

have to worry about me.

Ben, you

don't look so good.

I'm going to go

talk to the doctors.

You don't have to do that.

You know what they're gonna say.

I'll be back.

Hey.

Come on.

What the hell?

Well, thank you for coming, but you

didn't have to come all this way.

Jerry?

I think I already have.

I mean, I've gotten better

at a lot of different things.

Thank you for the cookies.

Seora, Seora!

F***, do you

want some of this?

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

It's you little bastards

doing this to me.

I know it.

Hey, Ben.

Chente, where

did you come from?

I heard that the medicine

wasn't working good,

so I brought you some new

stuff, expensive stuff.

Thanks.

Jerry.

Jerry?

You all right, man?

Dude, you all right?

Jerry?

Happy birthday, Ben.

Ben.

Angela?

Angela.

I know I said I

was feeling fine,

but there is some serious

sh*t going on here.

Angela, are you ok?

Ben, I, I... I

don't know what to do.

The... the bills, they're...

they're stacking up.

Chente, he feels horrible

about what happened.

I... he stopped working, Ben.

He's not going to work anymore.

I... I... I don't

know what to do.

I just... I... I don't

know what to do.

I... I... I don't think I

can do this anymore, Ben.

Just tell me what you want

me to do, and I'll do it.

I just want you

to wake up, Ben.

Just wake up.

Ben!

Wake up!

Ben, just wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Ben!

Wake up.

I have your medicine.

Ben, I don't know what to say.

You can't know how

terrible I feel.

Hey, Ben, sorry it took

me so long to stop by.

I, brought

you these flowers.

Make this place a

little homier.

No.

No.

Happy birthday, Ben.

Well done, Bennie.

I thought I was going to

lose you there for a minute.

Who the hell are you?

Such hostility, Bennie.

Your father would

be so proud of you.

What did you say?

Black, it's so hard

to keep clean, Bennie.

How do I get out of here?

Simple, you leave.

How?

You're asking me how to

leave a place that you built?

What do you mean, a

place that I built?

Look, Bennie, I... I

think we're getting ahead

of ourselves a little bit here.

Let's take it back

a couple days.

ok, when did things

start getting...

how should I put this... weird?

What is all of this?

Well, everything you

perceive as your reality

really is your reality.

ok, all of this, it's kind of like

falling asleep with the TV on.

You're just painting these

pictures with your mind,

based on what you hear around

you... the conversations when

people come to visit you, the

sounds of the man screaming

in the bed next to you.

Rargh, you get the idea, Bennie.

You see.

I really can be helpful if you

let me, but here's the thing.

People will go on

with their lives.

Bills will be paid,

and love will be made.

Meanwhile, everyone

forgets all about little

Bennie and the bump on his head.

They always forget, Bennie.

Then what am I supposed to do?

Everything that exists

here is inside of you.

You've just ignored it for so

long that what happens here,

it feels like someone

else's nightmare,

but this is your

nightmare, Bennie.

There are no outside

elements, only what

you observe those

elements to be.

The sooner you accept

that, the sooner

you can wake yourself up.

Who the hell are you?

Well, I'm everything

you've ever read,

everything you've ever

seen, touched, tasted,

heard, or learned.

That, Bennie, is who I am.

No, buddy, a freaking

whack job is who you are.

Doctora, Doctora!

Why do I have a feeling

that doesn't lead to heaven?

What is this?

Your way home.

Look.

You don't understand.

If you...

Help me, please.

No, please.

Damn it, Bennie.

I didn't want this for you.

Your mother is a lying whore.

I'm the innocent one.

Please, stop!

Please, no, please.

I'm sorry.

You haven't thought

of this in a long time.

Why would I want to?

You can't pretend it

didn't happen, Bennie.

Don't give me that bullshit.

It's your fear that

makes him strong.

It's like a darkness

that infects you.

You confronted him once.

And for what?

A dead mother and

a damaged head.

How do I get out of here?

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