Inheritance Page #2

this with you now, right?

- Okay, good.

Well, it could be awhile.

I could make you some tea.

- Well, we have--

(orgasmic grunting)

Yeah.

- Did I hurt you?

- No.

It's like high school.

It's like junior high school.

(Mara laughing)

- Do you mind if

I have a minute?

- No.

Take your time.

- Aaron and I are

going into town.

Can I get anyone anything?

- With what car?

- You don't need yours, do you?

- I think you should

go check out the plot

that me and my mom picked out.

- Cemetery plot?

- Yes.

Tomorrow's the funeral.

- Why does it matter

where he's buried?

He only went to

mom's grave once.

- Yeah, a burial

doesn't make sense.

Just burn me up,

cremate me,

spread me in some compost.

- People will be eating you.

- But I'll be dead.

- I know when my dad died,

my mom just wanted

a place to visit.

But, you see a grave, you know?

You do get a sense of closure.

- Yeah, that's

really good to know.

- People need rituals, you know?

There's a reason why

people come together when

someone dies.

- What's this?

- It's the will.

Linda's the executor.

- Of course.

- She lives her, Mara.

- So do you.

- It's true, but

I'm okay with it.

- I'm okay with it.

Dad bought the tea farm.

- [Ben] What?

- Yeah, I know.

I was shocked when

he first told me.

- Should we go?

- What?

- We don't need to do

everything all together.

- What about the will?

- Ben, quiet.

- People will soon be coming.

- Yeah, what do we need?

Lights? Natural lights.

- You're not driving anywhere,

you're too f***ed up.

- What?

- You're on something.

It's obvious to everyone.

- You're not making any sense.

- You're not making any sense.

- I can drive.

- Thank you.

And thank you very much for

taking care of everything.

- What does he mean?

You f***ed up?

- I don't know.

I don't know.

- Well, I'm not comfortable

with you driving.

- I took a Xanax.

- Just one?

- Yes, just one.

- I'm not doing this.

Just let me.

Thank you.

- [Mara] I don't need a sponsor.

- [Aaron] You're careful.

- Sorry.

- I understand.

I just can't sit

and watch you do it.

(dramatic music)

Is this the tea farm?

- [Mara] Part of it.

(dramatic music)

- Looks different in here.

- [Linda] This was all his.

I don't know if you or

Mara would want any of it.

(dramatic music)

- [Mara] Turn here.

- [Aaron] What's this?

- So, I took more than

one Xanax or Klonopin.

There are extra pills in there.

I'm just really tired.

- You lied again.

- Yeah, well, I'm

telling you now.

(dramatic music)

- No, no, no, no.

Not like this.

Look at me.

Look at me.

(orgasmic grunting)

(crying)

(dramatic music)

(tribal drums beating)

- Okay.

- [Mara] How long has it been?

- Two hours, I guess.

- Oh, f***.

- What the f*** is

wrong with you man?

- [Ben] Don't f***ing touch me.

- [Grace] Ben just lie

down, lie down, Ben.

Just lie down.

- [Ben] I'm good.

- Ben, have a seat.

- Stop touching me, man.

- What'd he take?

- I don't know.

I just saw him drinking.

- [Karl] Folks are

arriving any second.

- Where's Mara.

- Look at me.

- Ben?

- [Mara] Come on.

- [Ben] I don't want this.

All these people coming over.

(dramatic music)

(retching)

(tribal music)

- Hey.

- [Linda] Hey.

- Has this happened

before with Ben?

- [Linda] Yeah, it's

not the first time.

- When are they gonna come back?

- I don't know.

- [Aaron] Do they

usually come back?

- Sometimes, but other times,

my mom have to go after them.

- Mara.

Mara.

- Hey.

- Hey.

You okay?

- Yeah, I'm gonna take a minute.

I'll come find you.

- Yeah, good.

- Okay.

(tribal music)

- Your father was a great man.

He helped save my son.

He was in an accident.

Your father was a saint.

- Thirsty?

- Yeah.

- I get it, man.

I've been there.

I know what it's like.

- Yeah, I know, man, I

think we covered that.

(tribal music)

- The thing is,

all this pain that you have,

it's gonna kill her, too.

- Yeah, man.

You're right.

You're right.

- [Linda] We have to

worked together now.

- [Woman] How?

- The tea farm.

John left the tea farm for me,

well, for Trowey.

I just wish that they would

have seen him how I see him.

I was once was lost

But now I'm found

Was blind

But now I see

Amazing grace

How sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me

(dramatic music)

(singing echoing)

- To John.

- [All] To John.

- I love that man.

Moved out here to the jungle

with two small children.

Mara,

Ben,

your father is exactly--

- Don't forget about Linda.

Karl, don't forget about Linda.

She's 30,

or 31,

so my mother was definitely--

- Mara?

- Yes?

- [Grace] Mara, Mara!

Go and lie down.

- Why don't you say it?

Just say it.

- Say what?

- Mara?

- You and dad?

You, you all, does everybody...

Does everybody here

know my sister, Linda?

Before he moved us down here,

my dad would come

on fishing trips.

He met Grace.

- Mara?

- Stop, please.

- Alright, well, I, you know.

I wanna tell a story.

I'm gonna tell a story.

Okay.

Here's one.

My dad was gonna

teach us how to drive,

and...

Sorry.

It was Ben's turn,

and he was like 15...

No, he was like 11 or 12, and

he was really nervous, because

my dad always made Ben nervous.

And he (giggling)

tried to put it

in gear, and he keeps

stalling the car,

and it was really

funny at first,

'cause the more,

the more

he'd f*** up, the more

nervous he'd become,

and the more nervous

he'd become he'd f*** up.

My dad didn't--

I'm just telling

a f***ing story.

So the,

the more nervous he'd become,

the more he'd f*** up,

until finally, he

just totally fucks up.

He just totally, like,

"Mom, the car won't start."

And Ben's like freaking out.

And then, my dad

loses it, like totally loses it.

- Get yourself together, girl.

- He takes Ben our of the

car, and he just starts

thrashing him on the roof

of the car, just

thrashing him, and I,

I had to get out and get

between them, because I,

because I wanted to protect him.

(crying) Because I love him.

Anyway,

I got this, this happened.

- [Linda] Don't.

- And then--

- That's enough.

- And then every time

it happened, he would

give us stitches

in the kitchen--

- Mara!

- Because he's a

doctor, you know, Linda.

That he's a doctor, and so.

- What the f***!

Throwing me under the

bus wasn't enough,

you have to f***

with Linda, too?

- People have to

know what he was really like.

- Why?

He's dead, it's over.

- Is it?

- You don't need to share

this with anyone else.

We have each other.

- Why, because we're

both doing so great?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Please?

- Do you think,

you think anyone

will understand you like I do?

- Huh?

- Ben, Ben?

- That f***ing guy?

Mr. AA Wisdom?

F***ing Earnest Prettyboy, you

think he's gonna understand?

You think he's gonna

f***ing save you?

- Stop.

- Huh?

There's no one

else.

- Please, let's go.

(dramatic music)

- It's okay, it's

okay, it's okay.

It's okay.

It's alright.

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