Martha Marcy May Marlene Page #3

Your body doesn't need that much food.

Hi. Hi.

He's beautiful.

Who's the mother?

Katie.

But we all help out.

Is Patrick the father?

Uh-huh.

Come here. Oh, yeah.

Looks just like him.

Oh, oh.

All the kids here are boys.

He only has boys.

You're good with him.

Do you wanna hold him?

No. I don't...

I don't have to take care of them, do I?

No, not if you don't want to.

There are plenty of jobs you can do.

You'll find your role.

It takes time to find your role

in a new family, huh?

Yeah.

I called my dad today

to ask for money.

Does Patrick know?

Yeah, he asked me to.

Sometimes if there's something

we need, I'll call.

Well, how was it?

Fine. They're not bad people.

Did he give you the money?

Yeah. He thinks I'm on drugs.

Did you tell him that you're not?

No, that's why he gives it to me.

I guess he'd rather pay for it

than think I'm sucking dick for it.

I've done drugs.

Not a lot,

but I tried pretty much everything.

Except heroin.

It's good to try everything at least once.

You find out who you are.

What about drinking? Do you drink?

No.

I have, but I don't.

Good. We don't drink.

It makes you angry and less focused.

Don't get the wrong idea, Sarah.

We don't really talk to our old families.

- I wouldn't call my dad anyway...

- Marcy.

Hey.)'...

Hey, have you met Sarah?

Sally, yeah.

That's enough.

Half. Half is fine.

Okay.

Excuse me.

I can finish this if you wanna go to bed.

I don't mind.

Why don't you get some sleep?

Okay.

Hi.

What...? What do I have to do?

Nothing you don't want to.

Drink this, it will help you relax.

Thanks.

It's herbal. It starts the cleansing.

We've all done it

so there's nothing to worry about.

Why do I have to wear this robe?

Heh.

I know it's a bit silly

but it's just part of it.

Oh, my God.

You look amazing.

Thanks.

You know,

this is your special night with him.

Enjoy it.

You'll be great.

Yeah.

I don't feel well.

It's okay, just lie down.

Shouldn't I start cooking?

Well, I just made a salad

and Ted is cooking the fish.

- I thought we were going to cook.

- We cooked last night.

Oh, yeah.

Do you ever have that feeling where

you can't tell if something is a memory...

or if it's something you dreamed?

Not really. No.

Do you blame me for anything?

No.

Like what?

I don't know.

I'm trying to figure out

why we stopped talking.

I don't really think about it.

Really?

Well, we were far apart.

Sometimes I wonder if maybe

I couldn't have taken better care of you.

The past doesn't matter.

It does matter.

Well, I took care of myself.

I know you did, but sometimes

I think I could've done more.

Stop.

You really never think about it?

No.

You're not angry with me?

God, I know you don't think much of me...

but I knew what I was doing then

and I still do.

No, Martha, I think the world of you.

Sometimes I just think

I should have come home...

and made sure you went to college.

You had so much potential.

I don't need your guidance now...

and I didn't then.

I am a teacher and a leader.

You just never let me be that.

But now, I am... I know who I am.

A teacher and a leader?

What are you talking about?

- I am always...

- Dinner's ready!

I was the one who encouraged you

to push yourself, always.

You were the one who shut me out.

- Martha...

- Just because we're sisters...

doesn't mean we need to talk about

everything that comes into your head.

Dinner's ready.

Come on, don't be rude.

So, what are your plans, Martha?

For what?

Um, life.

I don't know.

Are you thinking about

what you could do for a job?

No.

You're at an age when you need to start

thinking about a proper career.

Why?

It is a part of adult life.

There are other ways to live.

- Really?

- Sure.

Like what?

I don't know.

People don't need careers.

People should just exist.

He's just saying we should start talking

about what you are interested in.

We can come up with some ideas

that we can put together...

But there are moments in my life when I

would love to just go to France and exist.

- You can do that if you want to.

- It is not that simple.

You know, it's not your fault,

but you learned to measure success...

by money and possessions.

It's just not the right way to live.

It's not the right way to live?

What is the right way to live exactly?

Martha, what is the right way

to live? Hm?

Is it, um...

vanishing off the face of the earth,

not calling your family

for two years...

or until they're worried sick,

is that the right way to live?

Or is it living without possessions

until you need someone...

and then turning up on our doorstep...

where you know you can get some?

Is that the right way to live? No, no.

You sit there,

lecturing us about our lives.

And so far, I have not witnessed one sign

that you have any values of your own.

You should remember

that you are living under my roof.

You are eating my food

and you should watch your mouth...

because you are rude.

You don't know anything about it.

Hello?

Hello?

Who's this?

Who's this?

Zoe?

Is she not there?

She's not.

Where is she?

Who is this?

Who's this?

Marlene Lewis.

Who's this?

Marcy?

Steal.

Have you seen my brother?

He's got really red hair

and a bunch of freckles.

Good job.

- Very nice.

- Hey.

- Let's mind our own beeswax, huh?

- Heh, okay.

I'm seriously the best one at this

and no one will out-fast my hands.

Yes. Oh, God.

Oh, God, you are so hot

when you shoot.

You know that?

This just makes my willy hard.

Get off me.

Thank you. I'm set.

All right, Marcy, let's have fun.

Make sure your knees

are smooth and loose...

and your heart is in the right place.

Max, is this just an excuse to grape Marcy?

I'm teaching her how to shoot, okay?

And then you just squeeze.

Hi, Patrick.

Nice shot.

Hey.)'...

Focus.

Take a deep breath.

Feel the tension leaving your stomach

and moving to your hands.

Think of someone who hurt you,

who lied to you. Feel it.

Feel how they made you feel.

Let it build.

Let it transfer to the gun.

Building in the gun.

Breathe out.

Release.

Feels good, right?

Yeah.

Now try that.

What do you mean?

Shoot it.

They're living animals.

So shoot Max then.

Yeah, go ahead. Let's get it up.

Breathe.

- Go on.

- All right, f*** this.

Don't walk away from me, Max.

The cat has terminal cancer.

- It's in excruciating pain.

- I can't.

You know, Max has no substance.

He's just here to freeload,

be around the girls.

But you're different.

You're a teacher and a leader.

You don't see it

because no one let you believe it.

You're a teacher and a leader, Marcy.

Now prove it.

That cat reminds you of some fluffy thing

you think you used to love.

You're clinging

to some misguided emotion.

So I could spend my life being selfish,

living alone and using this gift for me...

but I've sacrificed

in order to be what you need me to be.

Why don't you trust me?

I do.

Then you shouldn't need me

to explain everything.

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