Hurt Page #2
You always give in. Remember that last kid, Bobby...
When he wrecked your gamer?
Mom gave you major sh*t for it.
You never said anything.
Just... shut up, Lenore.
Don't tell me to shut
up. You know I'm right.
You're always right.
Hi, Uncle Darryl.
So, you gonna finish
that overhaul today?
- What's he doin'?
- He gave Sarah his room.
He offered to sleep on the couch.
No, no, no. Not there.
It blocks my view of the TV.
You know what? I'll do it. I just--
Oh, my God.
Ugh! Lenore!
I knew this was gonna happen.
Jefferson.
Ohh, that's disgusting.
Shh.
It's gonna be okay.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
- The door was open.
Do you want to go back to that
group home we got you out of?
Then please, respect
other people's privacy.
You and Helen grew up here?
Please.
She was a foster child, like you.
Came here when she was 14.
So Robert was her foster
brother and her Prince Charming?
My brother was no prince.
That's mean.
Brothers always fight.
That's what my dad said.
Did you hate Robert?
You're a cagey piece of work, aren't you?
What's this for? Hey, careful!
You're into everything. Please.
It's brand-new.
I am gonna make movies of my classic
cars and sell them on the Internet.
Where is your computer?
One thing at a time. I'm gettin' that next.
Okay.
Why do you have a pet duck?
I found him one day by the pond.
He was all alone. Starving.
It was like his family just left
him there and forgot all about him.
Can I hold him?
Here. Just cup him.
Any time you pick him up or put
him down, hold him like that.
He's so cute. Mm-hmm.
Hi.
So I warned him not
to, but he decided...
he wanted to pick up a custom
three-quarter race cam,
and put it in himself to
save a couple hundred bucks.
But he lined up
the timing gear wrong.
It's just insulin, honey.
I'm a diabetic, and
Lenore hates needles,
even though I make
her carry a kit around.
Mom, I don't hate needles.
It's just, if I were given a choice,
I would prefer to get my fingernails ripped out.
So, when he turned over the
engine, of course he smashed the valves,
bent some rods and cracked his new cam.
And now he's lookin'
at a $4,000 rebuild.
Could I be excused? I need
to study for my S.A.T.'s.
Can you please take out the garbage?
I'll do it in the morning. I'll do it.
- Thank you, Sarah.
- Where do I dump it?
Um, I'll show you.
I'd have done it for
him for a hundred bucks.
What's that?
Pack of wolves.
Moved in here a couple months ago.
They sound so close.
Uncle Darryl can't seem
to get rid of 'em.
Maybe for them, we're the intruders,
and they've been here
for a thousand years.
I never thought of it that way. Few do.
Hi. I brought you this.
I thought you might like it,
being in a new place.
What's the matter? I'm cold.
Oh.
Oh, my God. What happened?
We were camping, and I stumbled
and fell into the campfire.
It didn't heal very well.
- You fell? - You can touch it.
It doesn't hurt anymore.
I know that your mother had problems,
and it's okay to talk about it.
I just want you to know
you'll be safe with me.
Here. Let's tuck you in.
- Did you just throw this?
- No.
They brought a facilitator who
worked with him an entire week...
on the correct way to address--
At the end of the week--
one postal worker, who was
the head of the union--
This guy-- He raised his hand and said--
Uncle Darryl?
I think I need to go to sleep now.
Um--
Do you mind if I go to sleep now?
Conrad.
You are in my house, and
you're on my schedule,
so don't do that again.
I thought you put a lock on the cage.
I did.
Maybe you forgot to lock it.
Maybe he slipped through a crack.
Oh, he hated that duck.
Hey, what happened?
Lenore found her duck
with its neck broken.
What?
I'm sure it was an accident.
Doesn't look like one to me.
I didn't kill the damn duck.
The key's missing. He
stole it to open the lock.
You're gonna have to let this go, Len.
We can't prove he killed the duck.
This is nuts. My duck is
dead, and no one cares.
I'm sorry about Jefferson.
The money'll be here any day now, okay?
So let's just both keep
our cool till then.
No word to Mom about the missing key.
She's hanging on by a thread as it is.
I don't care. She's gotta
get her act together.
Well, let's just both
keep an eye out, okay?
Jesus!
Darryl, what are you doing?
Please. You're scaring
everybody. Just, it's, uh--
It's how I work off tension, that's all.
Well, if you could find another
outlet, I'd appreciate it.
Can I have that?
Good night, Uncle Darryl.
Lenore?
Yeah. Yeah, you got his eyes.
Oh. Ow.
The glass was loose.
I dropped the torch.
The whole area could have gone
up in flames, and me with it.
We need to tell Mom.
She won't believe us.
He could get rid of us out here,
and no one would ever know.
Do you think we were ever a regular,
run-of-the-mill family?
What do you mean?
You know, like, a dad who can't
make it to your soccer games...
'cause there's construction
on the other side of town.
A new foster child every now and then.
A mom who doesn't know how
to balance a checkbook.
Sometimes I feel like everything
that happened before Dad died...
was all an illusion.
And this-- This is what
life is actually like.
Everything here reminds me of him.
Not just that he grew up here.
Every single car wreck.
What are you looking at?
Just wanted to see what you were doing.
This thing's way too beautiful to drive.
Might scratch it or something.
You got that right.
Looks like a piece of
art-- Like Helen's jewelry.
She, uh, still doin' that?
She did the craft fair
circuit years ago.
Robert must have made her quit.
He'd pull stuff like that--
especially with her.
Bet you she'd like to start again.
Uh, don't-- uh,
touch the car, please.
I'm real careful with it.
There are whole-grain pancakes
on the stove. Help yourself.
-What you readin'?
- Nothing.
Okay. I'll go get some.
Why aren't you using the blue one?
These are fast-acting
ones for breakfast.
For nighttime I use the blue ones.
They're slow-acting shots. Mom?
They're time-released.
Mom, I need to talk to you.
In private.
Morning.
I, uh-- I have something to show you.
Can it wait?
Got the distinct impression
we're not invited.
They're yours. I found them packed
away in your boxes in the shed.
And I had these tucked away.
Figured you could use 'em someday.
These aren't stones you tuck
away. Where'd you get 'em?
Just around.
Well, then, you must
be incredibly lucky.
I've never seen stones
like this... just around.
You can start right now if you want.
Yeah, but we're leaving
soon, you told me.
When the estate was
settled, we'd move out.
So you know, this whole thing,
even though it's really nice,
is completely beside the point.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
This is beautiful.
Mom, this is gonna sound odd, but--
I think you should lock your
door at night. My bedroom door?
Yeah. It doesn't lock.
Okay, well, I woke up in the middle of
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