In Their Skin Page #5

No, no, no, no,

no, no, no.

Are you hungry?

No, I'm - l'm good.

I had some mystery meat

from the gas station

on the way up.

I didn't think

it was good.

Tell me, what brings you

up here tonight, Toby?

Well, this is our

family place,

so I spend

quite a bit of time up here.

Is that so?

Yeah, it's our grandfather's.

He left it for us.

Where's Harris?

He's around here somewhere.

Wait.

So you're not hungry?

No.

So where are you from?

Excuse me?

Where are you from?

Well...

My pa was a military man,

among other things,

and after my mother

and sister died

when I was just a young boy,

he just couldn't sit still.

Fear of his insanity

catching up with him,

I always assumed.

Yeah, he took it pretty bad.

Anyway, long story short,

I've lived just about

everywhere

you could probably name,

young man.

That must have made you

a bit crazy, huh?

[Mary laughs]

Did you just call me crazy?

Well, I found out a lot

about myself.

I got to realize I could be

just about anyone I want,

long as I'm prepared to make

the appropriate sacrifices.

Where's your-

where's your bags?

Didn't you bring clothes?

Yeah, I-

I left it in the car.

Bring it in.

Sure.

You know what?

I need a cigarette anyway.

Go ahead and do that.

[gunshot]

Toby!

No!

No!

You motherf***er!

[Mary sobbing]

Stop it!

What are you doing?

[intense music]

If

[shouting indistinctly]

Shoot me,

you motherf***er!

Shoot me!

[crying]

I can't lose you!

I can't lose you.

Stop.

[both sobbing]

[bird cooing]

[gentle piano waltz]

If

If

[ominous music]

If

[spirited string music]

If

[slow clapping]

You can stop f***ing her now,

Mark.

We get the gist.

You were perfect.

You're insane.

Well, now, if that means

being a good father

to my boy Brendon

and a good husband to my wife,

Mary, here, then...

Color me insane.

Thank you.

Go downstairs.

I'm gonna try on

some more dresses.

Sorry.

Get up.

[Mary gasping]

[retches]

Hey, hey.

Sit, sit, sit.

Sit, sit, sit, sit.

Now, Mary...

I've got rules.

But admit it...

You've been flirting with me

since I got here this afternoon.

You should know that,

Mark.

Your wife is a big flirt.

What she needs...

ls some attention.

Now, you sit in that chair.

Don't you touch her.

[grunts]

Mark!

You see?

He's okay.

He's tough.

You get up,

and you sit in that chair.

Get your f***in' arm

away from me!

[panting]

Okay.

Get up, b*tch.

Sit back!

Please don't do this.

You want me to let you go?

Is that your request?

Yes.

I'm not gonna

f***ing touch you.

But you're gonna do

all the work.

Unzip my pants.

Let's have a little fun.

You get on top.

Mm-mm.

You get on top!

[breathing heavily]

Now make me believe

I'm your sissy husband.

[sobbing]

Sit back!

Make some f***in' noise.

Come on!

[sobbing]

Now scream

if you want to go faster.

All right, enough foreplay.

Take off your pants.

[screaming]

God damn it!

Take the gun!

Just take the gun.

I'll f***ing kill you!

[screams]

Get Brendon!

Go into his room

and wait for me.

Jared has my gun.

Go!

Mary!

[screams]

You f***ing whore!

You had your chance.

" No!

" Dad!

Brendon!

No, Jared,

please, Jared.

Kill the little f***er!

- No!

- No.

Jared, please drop the gun,

drop it.

Mom, Mom.

It's okay.

Brendon-please.

Jared, we'll drop the gun,

and you drop the gun, okay?

Jared,

I'm gonna drop the gun

on the count of three, okay?

Please!

One.

Two.

Three.

F***ing kill him!

" No!

Jared, no, please!

Brendon.

Mark!

okay, okay.

Okay, I'm dropping the gun.

Jared, I'm dropping the gun,

okay?

I'm gonna-

take the gun away from his head.

Here we go.

Take the gun down.

Stand against

the f***ing mantelpiece.

Brendon.

[Jared laughs]

Get downstairs right now!

Drop the gun.

Right now, get downstairs!

Or your-

your kid is dead.

No, Jared, please!

Jared,

please don't hurt Brendon.

Mary, stay behind me.

Please.

Please, just don't hurt Brendon,

please.

Get over there.

Please don't, Jared.

Get on the f***ing couch

right now!

[duct tape tearing]

Doesn't hurt, does it?

- Mom.

- Jared, don't.

[duct tape tearing]

You okay, honey?

[humming]

[duct tape tearing]

These are wonderful.

We'll give you

whatever you want.

Please, please.

You think I won't do it?

Yeah, I've done it before.

Honey.

Perfect.

[Bob groaning]

[laughs]

Stop crowding me.

I just-

I wanted to say

that I like it here.

We did good, didn't we?

Get the article.

Read it.

"Tess was tragically killed

while crossing the street

on the corner of"-

I- I can't say that word.

"And Elmore Avenue on her way

home from school yesterday."

Enough.

See, we've been waiting

for you...

For a long time.

Found you in the paper

one day...

And bingo...

The perfect family.

Please, we won't call

the police.

You can stay up here

as long as you like.

I can do what I want.

Because you're intruding

in my house.

Our house.

And in this

glorious country...

I have the right

to protect my sacred home,

Mary.

No, Mark.

I'm Mary.

Why are you being so mean?

Answer me.

What'd I do wrong?

Nothing.

'Cause I'm perfect now.

I'm - l'm-

[groaning]

I'm...

Perfect.

[both grunting]

Get off me!

[gunshot]

F***!

Mark, that's bad!

Get-get over there!

Drop the f***ing gun!

Drop it, Jane!

God damn it!

Drop it,

or I'll f***ing kill him!

Drop the gun, Jane!

Drop it, Jane.

Mary?

I'm gonna come over now...

And get the gun from you

so that nobody gets hurt.

Okay?

So nobody gets hurt, okay?

That's right.

Good girl.

Good girl.

Look at me, Bobby.

I did all of this.

Get behind me.

l

[groans]

I killed your own brother,

your own flesh and blood.

[groans]

And she's still perfect.

[groaning]

I want that.

I want-

I want that place.

I want that feeling.

I want that perfection.

Stop, you f***ing psycho!

I killed my daughter!

How are we f***ing perfect,

huh?

Answer me!

I didn't pick her up

from school,

and she f***ing died, huh?

Answer me!

Mark, stop.

We're not f***ing perfect!

Don't.

Don't f***ing move.

That's not my nature.

[groans]

[gun c*cks]

[screams]

[gunshot]

[thud]

[sobbing]

[Brendon crying]

[birds chirping]

[police radio chatter]

[car doors slam shut]

I'm sorry.

Could I, um...

Could I have a minute?

- I'll be back in five.

- Thank you.

[engine turns over]

[mouthing words]

I love you.

I love you too.

How's Brendon readjusting

to being back in school?

Well, that's good to hear.

And have you decided

to sell the place?

And how are you two doing?

[gentle piano music]

If

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