Family Possessions Page #2

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an application?

Um, okay but we're pretty much

at capacity.

Oh. Really?

Um, yeah. It is the place

to work in this town, so...

Um, okay. Well, can I just get

an application anyway

and fill one out

in case something opens up?

Right. Tyson!

-What, girl?

-Can I get an application for--

-Rachel.

-And one for your friend.

-Oh, this is Maggie.

-Oh, I'm sorry. Saggie?

Maggie. No, I don't need one.

-We're pretty much at capacity.

-I was just explaining that,

but she wants

to play application lotto.

Okay, thanks. I'll bring

this right back.

I don't know why she acts

like she doesn't know who I am.

We've gone to school together

for years.

I wouldn't worry about her.

She doesn't seem like the kind

of person you'd want

to be friends with anyway.

She wouldn't be too fun to work

with either.

Yeah, I guess.

Hi, I'm, uh... I'm Kevin.

-Rachel, this is Maggie.

-Yeah, I've seen you around.

And I want to keep

my employment options open,

even if it means I have to work

with a vapid b*tch.

I run the club next door. Splat.

-Splat?

-Yeah.

I'm not 21.

Mm, no, it's--

it's an all-ages establishment.

My dad owns these buildings.

-Can I get an application?

-Application?

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

need a stinking application.

-You're funny.

So you just moved to town?

Uh, yeah, I'm planning

on attending the university

next semester.

Oh, so you moved here

for school?

Uh, not exactly.

Why'd you move here then?

Um, my grandmother was

in a nursing home here.

She passed a few months back.

So, my family moved

into her house.

She left it to me in her will.

Hmm, that's kinda strange,

isn't it?

She didn't have a husband

to leave it to or kids?

-Which would be your--

-Oh, my dad. My dad's her son...

and I don't-- I don't think

they got along very well.

And then my grandfather died

when my dad was just a baby,

so...

You know, honestly,

I don't remember that much

about my grandmother.

I just remember my parents

had me write her letters

when she was

in the nursing home.

Where's your new house?

-Oh, it's, um--

Rachel, do you want me to get us

a couple coffees?

No, thanks. I'm-- I'm good.

It's a good thing you wrote

those letters [CHUCKLES]

'cause you just won

the showcase showdown.

A new house.

Yeah, I didn't really do it

to get in her will or anything.

At first I just did it

because my parents made me,

but after a while it became

like a therapy or going

to confessional or something.

What do you mean?

I could write to her

about anything.

I told her things I've

never told anybody before...

and then as I got older

I realized how lonely

she must be, so I just did it

to give her something

to look forward to.

You know, we lived so far away

and didn't really have

much money to travel,

otherwise we could have

visited more, I guess.

Would you want to go next door,

check out the club?

Yeah, why not?

Have you finished

that application yet?

-Yeah, here you go--

-I'll take that.

I'll take that.

Don't snatch, snatch.

-Rachel Dunn.

-Yeah.

And this is your address,

the old Dunn house?

Yeah, my grandmother

was Albertha Dunn.

-Why?

This makes perfect sense now.

No wonder you're hanging out

with a loser like Saggie.

Come on, Rachel. Let's get out

of here.

-Let's get out of here.

-RACHEL:
No, what?

This is classic. I am dead.

Officially.

Maggie! Maggie, what the f***?

I just had to get you out

of there before she said--

-Before she said what?

-About your grandmother.

What about my grandmother?

I assumed you knew

but after what you said

about writing her those letters.

Okay, okay, listen. You have got

to tell me what's going on.

Come to my house. We need

to talk.

Okay.

Okay, so this is strange.

How do I begin?

RACHEL:
Just talk.

What's going on?

You know how in scary movies

there's always

like the town crazy?

You know, like, the one person

that people always try to avoid

or parents tell their kids not

to talk to?

-Uh, yeah, I guess.

-Well... here in Horse Creek,

the town crazy was your

grandmother, Albertha Dunn.

Excuse me?

Well, ever since I was a kid,

my mom would tell me not

to go near her house, you know,

like "Stay away or she might

put you in the oven," she'd say.

Okay, so you're--

you're telling me that everyone

in this town picked

on my grandmother for no reason.

She was bullied and it

just stuck all these years.

No, there was a reason people

said all those things about her.

Okay, what was the reason?

They say she was a witch.

Okay, yeah because that makes

perfect sense.

Rachel, your grandmother wasn't

in a nursing home...

she was in an asylum.

What?

Well, when I heard you talking

about writing her those letters

in the nursing home,

I figured you didn't know

all the details,

so I had to get you out of there

so I could explain.

No, no, but...

but I sent her letters.

I have the address right here.

I have it.

I have the address in here

somewhere.

Here it is.

Go to the address. You'll see.

Why would she be in an asylum?

About ten years ago,

she got caught with some corpses

in her house.

-Corpses?

-Yes.

Down the street

at the old cemetery,

there were several graves

that had been dug up

and no one knew who was doing it

until they set up surveillance

and they caught her coming back

to dig up another body.

Wait.

Why would she be digging

up graves?

They went to her house

and they found

the missing bodies

and she had been doing some type

of ritual on them.

That's why she was sent

to the asylum.

Great.

Everyone in this freaking town

is going to think

we're the Mansons.

-No, I'm sure they don't.

-I gotta go.

No, no, wait.

Rachel, wait.

-Oh, my-- Jesus!

I'm sorry, I gotta go.

-Who the hell was that?

-That was Rachel.

She sure was in a hurry.

What'd you do,

show her your book collection?

No, Mother, she just moved

to town

-and she hasn't met anyone yet.

-Well, she sure was in a hurry.

She lives just down the street.

She inherited

her grandmother's old house.

-They just moved in this week.

-What old house?

-The Dunn house.

-You're joking, right?

No, Miss Dunn

was her grandmother.

Let me tell you something.

You keep that witchcraft out

of here, you got me?

I don't want no evil in here.

-Keep it far, far away from me.

-Mom.

You know,

I don't understand you.

I mean, everybody

in this town's talking about me,

how I'm a single mother

raising a child.

I don't need them talking

about me like I'm

in some devil cult.

Who cares what people

in this town think, Mom?

I don't get you.

Why-- why can't you

just dress nicely

and have nice friends,

be popular?

Look, she just moved to town,

okay,

and I thought it would be nice.

You know, I'm sorry. Okay.

I know you are a sweet soul.

You have such a good heart...

and such a tiny brain just

like your stupid-ass father.

Because he took in every stray

that he encountered too

and that's why he left us for

that skank-ass b*tch stripper.

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