Compound Fracture

From the dawn of time,

the Wolff sen family

has always taken the idea

of the pack very seriously.

Rituals of binding members

together are bloody and sacred.

But more unforgiving are

the ones who break that bond.

All that matters is

who is in the family...

and who is out.

My father has always been

a fervent believer

in the family lore.

You are part of the family.

My family!

Now hold still, son.

Now and forever,

I bind you to the wolf!

He was a very hard man

to live with.

You don't just walk away

from being a Wolff sen,

yet twenty years ago,

that's just what I did.

And now I have to go home.

We about done here?

That storm's getting close.

That's very funny, Michael,

because from the amount of help

that you offered,

I thought you wanted to get wet.

I don't know the first thing

about fixin' stuff.

Only breaking it.

I know.

I told you this trip

was a shitty idea.

Hey, I take no responsibility

for that.

I don't know what happened.

And, Brandon, no one asked you.

I cannot get in here and get

enough leverage on this wrench.

Hey, bring your big man arms

over here.

Didn't you just mention

I was good at breaking stuff?

I know. Sometimes you're good

in a clinch.

Come on.

I just...

I need you to just really

tighten that right there.

- Okay, I got it.

- And we should be good.

I don't know how that

even came off.

The tension rod was still on.

There.

What are you lookin' at?

I did it right, right?

Yeah, I think so.

Can I have my ring back?

That was romantic.

I'm gonna piss.

Whoo-hoo!

Hey, kiddo.

Uncle Michael?

What?

Don't be so nervous.

I'm not nervous.

I just don't understand

why this is

so important to you.

It's your family, Michael.

My family is not like yours.

Doesn't matter.

- Family's family.

- Right.

'Cause you're the one who said,

"He's your nephew, Michael.

You gotta take him in."

Ohh...

You were right.

It's only one weekend.

We can make it

through one weekend.

- I'm trying to be supportive.

- "Go or I'm leaving."

That's pretty much

what you said.

And it seems like you're

real eager to make nice

with the old fart that holds

the family purse strings.

Jesus, Brandon,

what did you do?

Nothin'.

I didn't do anything.

- Let me look at that.

- Hey, don't... don't touch me.

Brandon, let her

take a look at it.

It was a tree branch,

all right?

I said I'm fine.

I don't need you playing mom.

Let's go.

I just want you to know

that your little trust fund

has nothing to do

with how I feel.

It's the only reason

I stick around.

Jesus, these potholes!

The more you hit,

the more points you get.

- So you're trying to hit them?

- Yep!

I'm a good driver.

Welcome to the Wolff sen

family compound.

You grew up here?

Yep.

That's a little more

high-tech than I remember,

but just as homey.

It's beautiful grounds,

but what's with

all the security?

What's he so afraid of?

Being alone.

Oh, he's been busy.

Wow.

What the hell?

Wow.

God damn.

Well, we're here.

Get ready for

a fun-filled weekend.

That must be Anabelle.

How'd you get in here?

You need to leave!

- Get off my property!

- Gary, I let them in.

Calm down.

Go say hello to your son, Gary.

Junior?

It's Michael.

My boy.

Is that you?

Look at you.

I'm sorry.

For everything.

But you're here now,

and we're all together.

You and me and Chloe.

That's Juliette, Dad,

my girlfriend.

Your fiancee, actually.

It's nice to meet you.

Mint. They say if you

keep it in your pocket...

It's just a superstition.

But if you're gonna be

part of the family,

we'll want to take care of you.

Let's get her in.

Wait.

Brandon, come here.

Dad, this is Brandon.

You look just like her.

Just like her.

The eyes.

It's uncanny.

Maybe it's the eyeliner.

What the hell

are you waiting for?

Get their bags!

It's my son.

He's home at last.

No, I'll get them.

Brandon!

- What's with all of this?

- All what?

You don't like my decorations?

We should have a toast.

There's nothing there, Dad.

Well, we all shouldn't just

stand around out here!

You still like scotch right?

Michael, I'm sure you know

where your room is.

A welcome home present.

These have good mojo.

I am so glad you're home, son.

Now you go to your room

and put your things away,

and I'll tell you the good news.

I have news!

Ah. Good eye.

My latest addition.

What is it?

An eyeball.

A camera.

Military issue.

Military issue?

What the hell do you think's

gonna happen

in your living room,

for God's sake, Dad?

It's a little bit of overkill,

don't you think?

To homecomings.

Def Leppard?

That's hot.

Hey.

Do you wanna make out

on your tiny bed?

You know, I changed my mind.

I think this is going to be fun.

That's new.

Nice.

Well, at least the first thing

that he said was he's sorry.

I know. Sorry.

He does not get off that easy.

Not after what he did to us.

Michael, what is this?

That is my high school diploma.

Chloe and I were home-schooled.

She made it for me.

Why does it say your name is

Garrison Michael Wolff sen?

Am I marrying a Gary?

No, you are not.

Don't forget to wear your PJs.

I don't know if I got 'em all.

Michael, here.

He's watching.

Good.

I was coming to talk to you.

The intercom has been

on the fritz lately.

- Can I have a minute?

- Oh, of course.

Brandon is...

Brandon.

I'm sorry.

Take your time.

I'll be unpacked in a second.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know what else to do.

I'm in one guest room,

and the other...

It's just a little weird,

that's all.

It's kinda girly,

but I'm fine.

Okay, if you're sure.

You can come in if you want.

I don't know how you lived

without iPods.

It was her favorite.

Chloe said

it reminded her of mom.

Dad hated it.

I saw you had a guitar

in your room.

I didn't know

you knew how to play.

Not well. Why?

If you want to learn,

you should ask Gary.

He's really good.

At least he used to be.

I don't why you talk

so much sh*t about Gary.

He's weird, but he's cool.

You should try living with him.

Anything to get me

out of your place.

You should cover that.

Wow.

This is what I wanted

to talk to you about.

What is this?

His panic room.

I'd panic, too, with all this

crazy sh*t in my house.

The passcode is your birthday.

My birthday?

I'm sure you remember.

God knows by the time you left,

he'd already amassed a compound.

But now, Michael,

the doctor says he's stuck

in some kind of rut.

Mentally.

His memory comes and goes.

But security is

a constant obsession.

After Chloe's...

After her murder,

he started going

downhill fast, Michael.

Progressive dementia.

What's with all that stuff?

Protection.

Against what?

Good taste?

Evil.

Spirits who mean harm.

These symbols are meant

to keep them at bay.

They don't like

their own reflection?

So what else

does the doctor say?

Have you talked to Gary

about what he ultimately wants?

A home?

Oh, he gets very upset.

Sometimes he thinks...

I'm your mother.

Has he...

I'm fine.

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