Home Fries Page #5

What?

This is a roll of 24 exposures.

I have 20 pictures.

I got it, Mom.

You live here?

You're Henry's son.

I'm his stepson.

Do you recognize her?

How could I? All I can see by this

is she looks like...

...a big black ant.

I can have these developed for you.

Good job.

- Go away!

- Just let me talk to you.

I didn't know till yesterday.

That was real nice of you

to let me go on and on about Henry...

...and not tell me you were his stepson.

It's not easy to explain.

I understand. You wanted to find out

what kind of tramp he...

Now, that's not it at all.

Then what is it?

All I can say is...

...this is a strange situation for me.

Especially since I like you.

I mean...

...I really, really...

You wily bastard!

I bailed him out today.

If he jumps bond again,

you can kill him.

Come on in the house.

The coffee's on.

Don't worry, baby.

It'll be okay.

No offense about the last time we met.

I get that liquor in me and...

Seriously, it's all right, sir.

Sh*t!

I knew I only had to live long enough

for someone to call me "sir."

Don't cuss in front of the youngster.

Okay, sir.

That's going to be $4.59.

I love you.

Why are you doing this, Dorian?

I think you ought to go on home.

Women!

Good luck to you, chief.

Afternoon.

Pregnant.

Sally, this is my brother, Angus.

This is Sally.

I recognize you from the Burger-Matic.

Yeah, right.

I guess you know about me.

I am real sorry for any pain

that I caused your family.

And most of all...

...I just want to get the chance

to tell your mother that.

Then we can all stop

bothering each other.

How about if I bring her by sometime?

You're both welcome anytime.

And I hope to see you.

Goodbye.

It was nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you too.

You are so screwed.

If you could just

be rational for a second.

Rational? Rational?

Like rubbing bacon with the girl

that's carrying Henry's baby?

I didn't rub bacon with anybody!

What?

I can't believe you!

- Don't hurt Mom!

- Why?

Why, Dorian?

Damn crazy!

Why would you do this to me?

You were my favorite.

I'm asking you to be

understanding about this.

This girl, Sally, is a good person.

She'd never do you harm on purpose.

You know that.

You heard her.

She'd never hurt this family.

Would you leave us alone, please?

Do you remember a long, long time ago...

...our counting game?

I had such terrible stomachaches

after your father left us.

Debilitating.

I'd be in bed for days.

You started getting stomachaches too,

and we had them together.

Do you remember?

What was the only thing that could

make the stomachaches stop?

Counting.

That's right, counting.

Dishes in the sink

and raisins in the cereal.

Steps to the school bus.

Remember how upset we'd get

if someone made us lose count?

I can feel it.

Our family's breaking apart again.

What did you mean when you said...

...Dorian was your favorite?

Angus, I love you both.

The difference is this much.

Yes, ma'am.

I need to talk to a detective.

I can't speak up, I'm sorry...

Hey, man.

Stop!

It's an emergency!

Please.

Hold it!

Come on in.

Nice of you to finally join us.

Your mother and I have been talking...

...and she seems very understanding.

How could I not be,

after all we've both been through?

Why don't you offer the man a drink?

You look like you could use

a few hops there, chief.

Where's Angus?

He went to get ice.

He'll be right back.

He was here?

Your brother had us in stitches.

Didn't he, Red?

Didn't he?

Yeah, that boy's a cutup!

He was in the house? Angus?

He went to use the bathroom.

What are you doing?

Do you have gas?

Do you have gas in the house?

Sometimes he gets a bit high-strung.

You're high-strung!

You are high-strung.

Dorian, you're scaring us.

Why are you acting all normal?

Come in here and have

something to eat with us now.

After you wash your hands.

Food.

Potato salad?

That's a nice touch, Mom.

That's my potato salad!

That looks real good.

Mabel! Mind the boy.

She's not who you think she is.

Hold it, Red!

What the hell are you doing?

Me and Angus killed him.

We killed Henry.

We did it for Mom.

She wanted him dead.

Henry was having an affair

and she wanted him dead.

We chased him in the chopper.

You heard it over your headphones.

I'm sorry.

I just wanted us to scare him.

I'm sorry.

You've been having

the nightmares again, haven't you?

You didn't kill anyone.

Henry died of a heart attack.

You're a good person.

You're a real piece of work.

- Where's Angus?

- I don't know.

Settle down, now!

Don't struggle, honey.

We'll get you professional help.

You're a good boy,

just like your mama said.

Now, settle down, son!

We understand.

What the hell is that?

Goddamn!

Come on!

Come on!

Goddamn it!

Run!

Come on! Come on!

You goddamn son of a b*tch!

You want to run?

Watch your head!

Stay with me!

- Run! I got you!

- He's shooting!

Why is he shooting at us?

Get over, Ma!

Sorry, he's gone crazy!

You think?

You happy now, Ma?

What are you on...?

Stop the truck and let Mom out.

I said stop the truck...

...and let Mom out of the damn truck!

It's true.

- What's going on?

- Why don't you tell her, Mom?

Tell her how you finally

drove Angus over the edge.

Stop the truck, goddamn it!

You gave Henry a heart attack.

Oh, God, it is true?

Damn it, stop the truck!

Hold on!

Sh*t!

You hate me. I don't blame you.

Take me home!

Let me out!

Now's not the best time.

Just hold on!

Turning around!

Oh, sh*t!

Dorian, damn it!

Remember in Lamaze class...

...how they said extreme stress...

...can bring on labor?

You took her to Lamaze class?

Hold on!

We'll get you to the hospital.

Damn it!

Oh, dear!

Are you reading me?

I'd appreciate a clear shot here.

You...

...and Mom get out of the truck.

We're all staying right here.

We've got a baby coming.

Put Mom on.

Say something to him.

Tell him he doesn't have to do this.

What the hell are you doing?

Aren't you happy?

Aren't you happy now, Mom?

What?

What?

What's happening to my family?

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

I'll make it better.

Damn it!

I know what to do.

Angus, we can talk about this.

What is she doing?

Trying to get us killed.

Get out of the truck.

I'm not going anywhere.

Don't you see she's using you?

You understand that?

One...

...two...

...three...

...four...

...five... six...

Stop counting.

Just look at her, Angus!

Think those are real tears?

That's how she looked at the funeral.

She's always making you feel like crap.

You're better than that.

You're...

A good person.

You're a good person,

a people person.

You're good at a lot of stuff.

I'm your brother.

And you are family,

and I love you.

What?

You'll never be able to make Mom happy,

no matter what you do.

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I hope someone can explain

to me exactly what happened there.

Watch your toes, Ma.

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