Compound Fracture Page #2

But I do need to ask for help

with your father.

I can't do it anymore, Michael.

You'll stay on at the house,

right?

I appreciate that,

but no.

This house...

This house is too... full.

It's yours.

- I just want to go.

- That's why you called.

Right.

Well, I'll, uh...

wrap my head around it,

and we'll both talk to him

in the morning.

I'm sorry.

No, I...

I get it.

This is insanity.

I know.

Who's insane?

Uh, this great

new room improvement.

Command central used to be

a desk and a couple of monitors.

Well, home protection has come

a long way in twenty years.

And I am impressed.

Yes, well, I have

microphones and cameras

to cover the entire estate

and house.

Motion detecting,

infrared, EMPs,

night vision,

and ultra wide band radar.

Nothing can hide

from these babies.

You care to explain these?

This is a

very special place, son.

It requires

very special protection.

Yeah.

Maybe one day

you'll understand that.

And now maybe my wife

will stop trespassing

in my private zone,

and you and I

can have that drink.

And you can tell me that news.

News?

Oh! Better make sure all

the windows are closed tonight.

I'm going to make some tea.

Anyone else?

Here, let me show you a song.

Since when do you play?

Never practiced.

He was lazy.

One by one

they left you there

Sitting on

a breaking chair

One by one

without a sound

They left you falling

to the ground

She felt you there

She took your hand

And with her heart

she helped you stand

Looks hard.

The best ones are.

Chloe likes that one.

She did.

Reminded her of Mom.

Whoa.

- There's something out there.

- Where?

With all of Gary's security,

I seriously doubt that any...

Garrison Michael Wolff sen!

Did you break my cup?

I found it in the cupboard

in pieces!

You see?

It's like he's just... gone.

Music!

That's what we need!

Would you like to dance?

Oh, never mind, you old hag.

I wanted to dance with

a young beautiful thing anyway!

Oh, uh, no.

I am not much of a dancer.

Well, come here

and let me teach you.

Michael, you remember

our dance nights?

Chloe loves to dance.

She would twirl the night away.

You twirled the night away.

Well...

if you hadn't been such

a party pooper since birth.

He's always so sour.

I don't see what you see in him.

I'll tell you

what I do remember.

I remember you

beating the sh*t out of Chloe

for spilling her milk

on the carpet.

Gary?

Perhaps we should

just go on to bed?

Gary, perhaps it's time

to say good night.

How many times

have I told you, Beverly?

Do not question me

in front of the kids!

- Enough, Gary!

- I am the man of the house!

Enough!

That's right!

Enough!

I'm calling my niece

first thing in the morning.

Go to bed, Gary.

But, Beverly...

This isn't Beverly.

This is your new wife Anabelle,

and she's leaving

in the morning.

Just like Mom

left you several years ago.

And if you ever touch her again,

I swear to God...

Looks like we're staying

a little longer.

Anabelle?

- Yes, dear?

- I just wanted to say that...

whatever it is you need,

we'll do.

You're family.

I'd be careful about using

that word in this house,

if I were you.

Well, regardless,

the sentiment remains the same.

Of course.

I know what you mean,

and I appreciate it.

Good night.

Good night, dear.

He'll kill you, he'll kill you,

he'll kill you...

Hey, Gigantor, move over.

Give me some room.

That sound is really annoying.

Yeah.

Hush.

People are trying to sleep.

Oh, thank God.

I wonder if it's from the storm.

You couldn't save her.

Dad, no!

Oh! Jeez!

I thought I lost you.

Well, you... you almost did.

It's okay.

It's just a bad dream.

I don't blame you either.

Tonight was totally crazy.

Sorry. No pun intended.

I'm really sorry

I've been pushy lately.

- You haven't been pushy.

- No, I have.

Asking you to set dates and

stuff when you're clearly not...

I'm clearly what?

Well, you just... You got

a lot of stuff going on.

With Chloe and Brandon

and William

and now your dad.

I promise I'll back off.

Don't back off.

I don't want to lose you, too.

Yeah?

Then let's hope

that surly teenager

doesn't send me

screaming from the house.

You know I'm not with you

for the money, right?

Yeah, I know.

I was just angry.

What was that?

Gary.

Whoa.

He was out there!

I saw him!

He pushed me, and I fell!

Look!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Calm down, all right?

There was no one out there.

You just tripped and fell, okay?

Jesus, Dad, give me that!

You could seriously

hurt someone!

What does he want?

He's always so much

worse when he's tired.

You gotta believe me!

You can't go around shooting off

firearms at nothing!

The cameras, they...

I went out to investigate!

He was out there!

I saw him!

Gary, let Anabelle get you

some clean pajamas, okay?

I will go see.

Michael...

Yeah.

You're not wearing

your necklace.

And mine's all broken.

Is this new? It looks old.

What? I don't know.

I've never seen it.

What the hell happened?

Dad, it's bedtime, okay?

It's bedtime.

You always liked story time.

We had some good times,

didn't we?

Yes.

What the...

What the...

Ah! Sh*t!

Dude, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

You're bleeding.

- Ohh...

- What did you do?

Glass cut my foot.

Sh*t. You want me to see

if there's any piece in there?

Yeah.

No, you're right, you're right.

That's a bad idea.

I don't really like feet.

Okay if I sleep out here?

Room getting to you?

The room and the cameras.

The crazy guy in the halls.

Pick that up, will you?

What is this?

Antique family records.

What language is this?

That is Old Norse.

No sh*t.

No sh*t.

You come from Vikings.

Gary was busy with that sh*t

my whole childhood.

Sat up at night

reading and translating.

That's where he came up

with this brilliant idea.

I thought you were

gonna hit him.

I'm glad you didn't.

I waited my whole life

for that moment.

Planned it out.

Maybe I should have hit him

for Mom.

It's different

when it's an old guy.

Yeah, apparently.

Did he hit your mom, too?

Oh, yeah. Often.

Then he made me watch her die.

No, not like that.

He wouldn't let me see her

for years after she left.

When I was 15,

and I had a choice,

I went to live with Mom.

Soon after that,

she got her cancer diagnosis.

She didn't have a penny

for treatment or meds.

And here he sat,

holed up with millions of

dollars of family fortune.

Not like he was

spending it, right?

After she left,

that's when he did that?

Yeah.

Mom said it was

to keep you guys together.

Oh, yeah, and it did,

right up until

I had a choice.

A little over

two years after that,

Mom was dead...

right before my 18th birthday.

That's your mom.

It eats away at me sometimes.

Chloe did love Dad.

Somehow she was always

able to forgive him.

Give him a second chance.

How could she end up with

another guy that beats her?

She was so stupid.

She wasn't stupid, Brandon.

She was duped.

Sometimes you just

go with what you know.

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