Choke Page #3

I'm not hungry.

[ Sniffles ]

So, what are you doing? What's-

What's going on? Why are you-

You're crying.

What do you expect, Artie?

I'm dying.

You're not dying. You're not dying.

For Pete's sake, look at me.

Half the time I don't even know

who I'm talking to anymore.

Fine. Whatever.

I've had enough

of this ridiculous planet.

It's Victor.

I can't bear it.

- He has to know.

- Know what?

Who he comes from.

You said his father was a traveling salesman

from Norway with Tourette's.

- I had to tell him something.

- You mean-You mean he's not?

Of course he's not.

[ Exhales ]

You, uh- [ Chuckles ]

You have to tell him the truth, Ida.

He's got a right to know.

I've been trying for months now...

but he so rarely comes to visit, and when

he does, I can't bring myself to say it.

Listen to me now, Ida.

It's very important that Victor

knows who he comes from...

other than just, you know...

you.

- You really think so?

- Absolutely.

Let me call him. I bet you

I could get him here lickety-split.

- Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no.

I couldn't face that. No.

- Well-

You can tell me then.

I won't say a word.

Attorney-client privilege and all.

But, Artie, I really can't do that.

Why not?

- 'Cause I'm not even sure who you really are.

- [ Door Opens ]

Oh, I'm sorry, Artie.

I have to go.

- Hey.

- Hi, Tito.

Do you think she'll take you back?

She won't, you know.

Pretty women

are narcissistic and unforgiving.

You're pretty.

I might have known.

You're too weak. You're too ordinary.

This work requires vision.

It requires fortitude.

What work?

You don't do any work.

All you do is get in trouble.

Don't you see? You are my work.

All the political acts,

all the subversive happenings-

They're all designed

to- to open your eyes.

- Where's my father?

- Well, he's probably back in Oslo by now...

offending his poor customers

with those unfortunate outbursts.

I want to see him.

He doesn't want you, Victor.

Why do you think he left?

[ Paige ]

We need to talk.

I think it's time we consider

a move to the second floor.

The second floor?

No. Absolutely not.

Mr. Mancini, your mother suffers

from a form of dementia...

that's been exacerbated

by years of substance abuse.

Dr. Fielding said it was Alzheimer's.

There's a reason Dr. Fielding's

playing mini golf in Boca right now.

Can we walk?

Hey, did you try Aricept or Cognex?

How would you know

about those drugs, Mr. Mancini?

What about a glutamine blocker

like Memantine?

We've tried everything. Once they've stopped

eating, the course is fairly predictable.

Couldn't you force-feed her?

I'd be happy to help.

I understand how you feel.

Facing the possibility of a loved one's

demise can be very traumatic.

Oh, no. I want her to die,just not

until I find out who my family is.

Perhaps we should talk later

when you're not so upset.

- You're absolutely right.

What time do you get off?

- You don't have to do that.

- What?

- Try to have sex with me.

Oh, I really do.

Well, I suppose that's flattering,

but I think we'd better not.

- Why?

- Because you're just sad and lonely maybe.

And you're realizing for the first time

that your mother...

probably won't be getting better.

And sleeping with me isn't gonna

change any of that, now, is it?

Only one way to find out.

Good night, Mr. Mancini.

Hey.

There's a little piece missing

from your ear.

- I was clawed.

- Clawed?

- By what?

- A lynx.

- A lynx?

- It's like a bobcat.

- I know what a lynx is.

- Oh.

You lie a lot, huh?

I guess.

- You hurt me, Colin.

- Eva. I'm really not up to this.

You touched me in my private place.

- Would you stop saying that?

- [ Scoffs ]

You said that it was just

a little game, a secret game...

and then you put

your big man thing inside me!

Okay, listen.

[ Beeping ]

Fine. You got me. I did it.

- You admit it?

- Absolutely.

I boned you silly.

Stuck it in every chance I got.

After all these years,

you finally admit it!

That's right. Now if you'll excuse me,

you got some pimento loaf in there.

- It's not doing you any favors.

- And you're not sorry?

Eva, baby, little sis,

of course I'm sorry.

I was a wretched, disgusting horn dog.

But you were such a hot tamale,

I couldn't control myself.

- [ Weeping ]

- Oh, look. Okay. Don't-

Look, for Christ's sakes, don't do that.

Look, I'm sorry.

I hurt your woo-woo,

but it was, like, 80 years ago.

Can we please move on?

[ Loud Crying ]

Oh, Colin.

Oh, Colin, I forgive you.

I forgive you, Colin.

[ Crying Continues ]

- You can't nail your mom's doctor.

- Why not?

'Cause later, when she hates you,

she might give her the wrong pills.

Nah, she wouldn't do that. She took an oath.

Besides, now I have to f*** her.

Why?

Because she pinned me to the cork

like some stupid horny beetle specimen...

without even breaking a sweat.

And so now you want to

sleep with her for revenge?

- Yeah.

- [ Laughs ]

I need her to keep my mom alive long enough

for me to get the truth out of her.

Why? What do you think

you're gonna find out?

That I come from somebody else too.

Somebody real. Somebody normal.

After all the psychotic sh*t she put me

through, it's the least she can do, right?

I'm supposed to lock him in, Victor.

He was very specific about that.

You touch these stocks,

you're goin' in, Norm...

and you won't be wearin'

that nifty sentry getup either.

Dick.

You shouldn't have done that.

Now Charlie's gonna lobby

the town council to banish us again.

- So, what'd you do this time?

- Forgot to wash this off.

You ever think you might be f***in' up

on purpose just to keep yourself in here?

Maybe. All this time in the stocks,

I got myself almost a week sober.

I wouldn't get too carried away

with this whole sobriety thing.

Given to what your body's used to,

you're liable to explode.

How 'bout you?

You start your fourth step yet?

That's the, um-

That's the searching, fearless inventory

of everything you did...

and was done to you

in your sordid sex addict history.

If you need some help, I'd be happy

to remind you of heinous sh*t you did.

Thanks. I'm good.

Hey, wait a minute.

If your mom already thinks...

that you're Artie, or Fred,

or whoever...

how are you gonna convince her

that you're really you?

I'm not.

- Hi. I'm Victor.

- Dude, don't-don't- Don't gild the lily, okay?

- That's her?

- Yeah.

She's young, for this place.

- I know.

- And still kind of hot.

Jesus!

And she won't notice I'm not you?

We're about to find out.

Mrs. Mancini, I brought your son.

I brought Victor.

No.

- No. It's not.

- Yeah. Hi, Mom.

It's Victor. Hi.

Victor!

- Is that really you?

- Yep.

It really is.

Oh, Victor.

[ Chuckling ]

Mom, your hands are freezing.

Dude?

Oh, Victor.

Hey, you know, in my experience...

I have found

that these puzzles work best...

if you find all the edge pieces first.

Oh! Found a corner.

[ Whispering ] Hey, wasn't there

something you were gonna tell him?

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