Family Possessions Page #3

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You know, I heard she

had a blue waffle.

You should google it!

Mom?

Mom!

What did I tell you

about rough housing inside?

-There's something in my room.

-What?

Look.

It's on the other side

of my bed. It was a...

-A something.

-Well, if it comes back,

maybe you can have it unpack

your room.

-But Mom--

-No, no moms, no buts,

no "deez nuts". I'm not kidding,

you're not leaving this room

until it's unpacked.

I want all

of these boxes put away.

Rachel, your grandmother

wasn't in a nursing home.

She was in an asylum.

Go to the address, you'll see.

Hey honey, how did it go?

-Huh?

-With the job search.

Oh, um, yeah, it went fine.

I put an application

in at Crave.

-God damn it.

You know, I told your brother

about playing ball

in this house.

You go up there

and tell him

that if I hear one more thing

hit the floor,

he is gonna be the next thing

to hit the floor.

Please.

Okay.

Andy, you little roach,

what did Mom tell you

about playing with that ball

in the house?

Yeah, he was, uh,

really impressed

with what I had to say.

I don't know if it's for sure,

but... I think I might be

the one.

Yeah? That sounds great, honey.

You are the smartest accountant

I know. Right, guys?

Well, once I get on

with this firm,

everything's gonna change

for us.

It's a great opportunity

and I can only move up

once I get on.

That sounds great.

Finally, some good news

for once.

Yeah, Dad, that's really great.

Thanks, Rach.

So, um...

Rachel put an application

in at Crave today.

Oh really? Well, maybe

if I get this job,

I can help you get a car.

I-- I know only having one's

been hard on you guys, so...

Yeah, Dad,

that would be amazing!

And do you know what else

you can help me with?

-What?

-Oh and Mom, you can help me

-with this too.

-Yeah, okay, what?

You two can help me understand

why grandmother was actually

in a mental asylum

instead of a nursing home

like you've told me

all these years.

Rachel, I don't know

what you're talking about.

Did you not think it would

eventually come out

considering everyone

in this damn town

thinks she was a witch?

-Grandma was a witch?

-No, Andy, of course not.

So, all these years,

I was writing her letters

thinking they were going

to a nursing home

but really they were going

to an insane asylum.

-Rachel--

-I mean, why even have me

write her letters

in the first place?

Was this like some ploy

or some sh*t for me to stay

in her will so she would

leave me this house?

Of course not.

Then why wouldn't you

tell me?

What did you expect us to do?

You were a kid. Hell,

Andy wasn't even born yet.

Oh yeah, honey, I'm sorry,

your grandmother's

in a mental asylum.

Do you know what that is?

-Sarah.

-No, oh and she's insane too,

but be a lamb

and write her some letters

so she doesn't feel so lonely.

Did you two have something to do

with her being put in there?

Is that why she let you out

of the will?

It wasn't my fault

she was put there.

Andy, go up to your room.

I'm scared to.

You know everyone

in this town thinks I'm crazy

because my grandmother

was apparently a witch?

Today some girl at Crave laughed

at me when she found out

where I live.

Do you think that you're

the only one who gets the looks?

People walk by

this house staring,

like--

We know what it's like too.

-Rachel, stop.

-What?

My mother,

your grandmother was not well.

She did things and said things

that were not normal.

Yes, she thought she was a witch

but there's no such thing

as witches.

I don't believe in it.

She was put in that asylum

because she needed help.

Yeah, okay. Well, Maggie said

she kept corpses in the house.

Yeah, she did.

God, I love how you say

that so casually.

-"Yeah, she did."

-Well,

since we're being honest here,

let's just be honest.

-Okay.

-Yeah, she had bodies

in the house and sometimes

she would... cut off some ears

-and some noses and some--

-SARAH:
Steve, no. Honey, no.

And then she was caught

and that was the last straw.

Okay. The authorities gave me

the option of coming to get her

-or placing her somewhere.

-So you put her away?

I didn't know what

she might do...

okay?

It was out of my hands.

Why do you think I moved out

so far away from her

in the first place?

I wanted out, I didn't want

to go back

and I didn't want her around

my family.

Honey, we thought it was best

if you didn't know the details.

And once she was moved

into the facility,

the nurses reached out to us

and they thought, you know,

maybe if she has some contact

with her only granddaughter,

it would do her some good.

So, yeah, we had you write her

some letters.

Seeing her was out

of the question.

But I didn't see the problem

with you writing her.

Hell, I thought it might help

her, maybe snap her

out of this dark place

that she was in.

Wh-- why didn't you ask me

to write her letters?

Honey, we didn't even want

to tell her you were born.

So why did she leave me

the house?

I don't know... maybe she

just wanted you to have it.

Maybe she wanted

to make things right

-with the family.

-By forcing me to live here?

How is that going

to make things right?

Considering our

financial situation,

leaving you the house was a gift

for us, Rachel.

And once we're back

on our feet...

once everything's back

to normal...

we can move, you can move.

This is a chance... for you

to do something for your family.

You have to know how hard it is

for me as a man...

as your father to ask you

for help.

Okay, um...

Well, she may have just thought

she was a witch

and you might not believe

in witches...

but there's been some weird

stuff going on in this house.

I-- I don't understand

like what-- what?

Noises, banging,

seeing things one second

and not the next,

doors opening--

That thing in my room.

Andy, there was nothing

in your room and Rachel,

this could all just be

in your head.

You just moved into a new house.

It's a new town.

You just found out

about your grandmother.

I told you I'd fix that door,

didn't I?

Your grandmother

was a sick woman

who had some problems...

but she wasn't a witch,

I promise.

It's a small town, people talk

and gossip.

But we all know the truth.

She just had problems... okay?

Okay...

fine.

-Honey, where are you going?

-RACHEL:
I need some air.

-Nice house.

-Kevin?

-Hey.

-Hey.

Hey look, if you're here

to make fun of me or something--

Why would I do that?

Because everyone in this town

thinks my grandmother--

Who cares what anyone

in this sh*t-hole town thinks?

So this is your house now, huh?

-Wow.

-Yep, that's it.

You got to admit,

we could host a pretty

-wicked Halloween party here.

-Wicked?

-Yeah, you know, like a wicked--

-Yeah, I know, I know.

I'm just messing with you.

So, hey, when are you gonna come

by the club, Splat?

-Um... I don't know, tomorrow?

-Okay, how about noon?

-Yeah, sounds good.

-All right,

-I'll see you then.

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