Fierce People Page #4

I smell Episcopalian voodoo.

The past and the future

are connected here.

Oh, yes.

Your great-grandfather made his fortune

by putting children to work in mines.

When they got older

and went on strike, he shot them.

Bryce.

He poisoned his partner

and he had sex with his son's wife.

Here's where the curse comes in.

A robber baron begets

three generations of losers...

each lamer than the next.

By the time you're old and gray...

you'll have to suck up to people you

wouldn't share a toilet seat with now.

You are such an a**hole, Bryce!

I don't make the future,

I just predict it.

- Finn!

- Bryce, please don't. Seriously.

Stand up. Trust me, you'll like it.

For Finn I predict...

graduation from Harvard

with honors.

First contact with a tribe

of cannibals in South America.

I see a beautiful wedding

to my lovely sister, Maya.

And last but not least I predict

lifelong friendship with myself.

- Welcome to the tribe, brother.

- Thank you.

Hi!

Apple juice.

What is this place?

This is my island. You're the first boy

I ever brought here.

Take off your clothes.

Close your eyes. Come on.

- Sh*t!

- Oh, Jesus!

- What the hell was that?

- Our clothes are gone!

Oh, my God! Christ!

When you and Osborne talk,

do I ever come up?

How do you mean?

Sometimes I think he hasn't made up

his mind about me.

- He thinks you're great.

- He said that?

Well, he must like you a little...

or he wouldn't have given us his house

in East Hampton for two weeks.

How about that?

He did what?

What did you tell him?

What does he think this is?

I might have said that you liked me.

Jesus Christ. What are you

trying to do to me here?

Why? What just happened?

Look, the bastard lost his balls,

but he didn't lose his pride.

There are rules out here.

This you do not advertise.

Is that so, Dr. Dick?

If I were you, I'd tell your son

to get ready for a fall.

My son?

He's hanging out with the Langley kids,

getting bombed every night.

What?

Finn?

Alcohol is the least of it. Bryce

and Maya are always getting high.

Listen to me. My son

would never do drugs.

You just don't get it, do you?

You and Finn are toys to them.

And why would you set your son up

for a lifestyle he's never gonna have?

Where have you been?

- I was swimming up at the lake.

- Naked? With Maya?

- Somebody stole my clothes.

- Jesus, what's all over you?

Mom, come on! Could I get dressed

and then we'll talk about it?

Let's talk about this.

- You know what this is?

- It's not mine.

- Really?

- Really.

- Cut the crap!

- No, really.

- You wanna get f***ed up?

- Mom, that's not...

- What are you doing?

- I have a great idea.

- What are you doing?

- Let's get high together.

Stop. Don't do it.

Mother, son.

I know about this, Finn.

Mom, don't do this.

Please stop!

- Don't do it!

- You ready?

- Please, stop it! Mom, stop!

- Why?

'Cause I'm tired of being your excuse

for screwing up your life.

Get up.

- Summer's over for you.

- Mom?

There's gonna be some changes

around here. Like getting a job.

I'll tell Mr. Osborne we don't need

Jilly anymore. You'll clean the house.

I'll pay you whatever Jilly got.

What? You bring me to a place

where everyone's rich...

and you want me to be the maid?

Finn! Che cosa fai, kiddo?

Actually, I'm looking for you.

Get in the car.

Would madam prefer her coffee

with one lump or two this morning?

I took the liberty of making

an assortment of breakfast meats...

for madam this morning.

This isn't gonna let you off the hook.

Can you not do that right now?

I'm eating.

- So sorry, madam.

- Thank you.

Of course!

Very, very sorry.

- What are you doing, Finn?

- Corralling dust bunnies!

You know, I'm really gonna miss

working for you.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm afraid...

I'm going to have

to give madam notice.

I'm still mad at you, Finn.

I know it'll be very difficult

to find someone to replace me...

but you're just gonna have to.

- You don't get it. I'm serious.

- So am I.

I'm working for Mr. Osborne now.

Full time.

Really? Well, then go downstairs,

get on the phone...

and tell Mr. Osborne you're sorry,

but you don't wanna work for him.

I'm sorry, I can't lie to someone

who's done so much for us.

- You don't call the shots here.

- No, Mr. Osborne does.

Pretty snappy, uh?

What is this?

- Like a war club?

- Jesus Christ. Be careful, son.

- Why?

- My testicles are in there.

Stop.

You're so...

No, that's from Borneo.

Witch doctor gave it to me in 1945.

There's a picture around here of me

and Stillwell and Doolittle somewhere.

I'd love you to find that.

Any of the pictures

from World War ll...

just put it in a stack

marked "World War II".

Christ, would you look at that!

And anything you don't know

or don't recognize somebody...

just put it in a pile called

"See Osborne".

- That is gonna be a pretty big pile.

- That's why they call it a job.

Who is this?

That's Creamsicle.

- Her name was Creamsicle?

- No.

No, she smelled like a Creamsicle.

Mr. Osborne,

Creamsicle's don't smell.

Smells good, doesn't it?

King of Norway introduced me to her.

She had a mole...

shaped like Cuba.

She and Billy Holiday

got into a catfight over me.

- Feet.

- Feet.

The two of them used to sing duets,

one in each ear.

Billy Holiday could sure sing.

Creamsicle used to hit the high notes.

- Bye, Finn.

- Bye.

Feet.

- Jesus!

- You have no right...

to undermine my authority

with my son.

He asked me for a job.

I gave him a job.

And thank you, too,

for sabotaging me with the doctor.

- The house in East Hampton.

- You knew it would scare him off!

No, it was a gamble. I just thought

the odds were in my favor.

You don't want Finn lollygagging around

the clubhouse all day long.

Let him work for me.

I'll teach him some things.

- Things he can never use?

- For God's sakes, woman!

What is your problem?

I don't like...

feeling jealous of my son's happiness.

You are such a good mother.

Not yet. But I will be.

Robert! He practically did

every permutation of that...

- That's very dashing.

- That's me.

The one next to me is

Walter Chrysler and that's...

What's his name?

- The fella who wrecked the railroads.

- What's this?

Bryce and me. Hot-air balloon race.

We won the State Championship.

Is that Maya's father?

He was shot?

- Yeah, stray bullet.

- Who shot him?

Probably a poacher.

I think maybe it was somebody

who didn't like rich people.

Grandpa! I'm sorry I'm late.

I couldn't find my uniform.

- Because I gave it to Finn!

- Daddy, I don't think it's a good idea.

For Christ sakes, he's won it 4 times

in a row! You don't care, do you?

No, that's fine.

I was gonna suggest it myself.

Good luck. Everyone's counting on you.

Gotta keep that trophy in the family.

Bryce, I've never done this before.

I don't know what to do.

Ballooners!

If he has a heart attack while you're

up there, just pull that cord slowly.

I'm not deaf, you know?

Come on, Finn, get in here.

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