Maskerade Page #4

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"ANOTHER BAD DAY FOR LEONARD.

"I CANNOT BELIEVE HIS CONDITION

HAS GOTTEN SO GRAVE.

"HE IS NO LONGER ALLOWED

TO ATTEND SCHOOL...

- IF LEONARD CANNOT GO ON,

NEITHER COULD I.

- "I COULDN'T BARE TO OUTLIVE

MY OWN CHILD."

- OH, IT DOES NOT SAY THAT.

- WOULD YOU STOP?

I GET NIGHTMARES.

- [laughs]

FINE.

LET'S GO FIND THE BOYS.

WE HAVE SO MUCH CLEANING

TO DO.

- YEAH, THEY'RE GONNA WAN TO CLEAN.

I DO NOT THINK ANYBODY'S

GONNA BE DOING ANY CLEANING.

- YEAH, WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT?

IF THEY WANT ANY MORE BEER,

THEY'LL CLEAN.

[eerie music]

[lively percussive music]

klink!

- [moaning]

- [shushing]

- OH, BABY.

- [shushing]

YOU ARE SO F***ING LOUD.

- OH, WAS I?

I'M SORRY.

- [breathing heavily]

- YOU ARE AN ANGEL, LYDIA.

- YOU DO NOT TREAT ME

LIKE ONE.

- I DO.

- ONLY WHEN WE ARE ALONE.

- IF THEY FIND OUT ABOUT US,

THEY MIGHT WANT TO TAKE LEONARD.

- I KNOW.

- I'M TAKING CARE OF HIM,

AREN'T I?

- MON FILS,

HE IS NOT DOING MUCH GOOD.

- ABRAHAM!

ABRAHAM!

ABRAHAM!

WHERE IS SHE?

- GET BACK IN THE HOUSE,

CLAIRE.

- DON'T YOU EVEN DARE.

ISN'T YOUR RETARD SON

PROOF ENOUGH THAT IT'S WRONG?

[dramatic music]

LYDIA, THERE ARE CONSEQUENCES

YOU HAVE TO ACCEPT.

I TOLERATED YOU:

AND YOUR BASTARD CHILD.

YOU SHOULD HAVE LEF WELL ENOUGH ALONE.

[choking]

crack!

[gentle acoustic guitar]

- WOW, IT IS GORGEOUS OUT HERE,

ISN'T IT?

- YES, IT IS.

- JUST WAIT TILL WE'RE DONE

WITH RENOVATIONS.

- NOTHING LIKE WASHING DOWN

A CHEESEBURGER:

WITH A $1,000 BOTTLE OF WINE.

- HEY, GIVE ME

THAT LEFT BOTTLE.

IT'S THE LAST ONE.

THE REST ARE GOING

TO THE AUCTION.

- DOES ANYBODY WAN ANOTHER BEER?

- I DO.

- NO, THANKS.

- THAT'S GOOD STUFF.

- [vocalizing]

- SOMETHING WRONG?

- HM.

JUST THINKING ABOUT THE TUCKERS.

THEY HAD EVERYTHING

YOU COULD WANT, YOU KNOW.

AND FOR WHAT?

I BET THEY WERE NICE PEOPLE.

- [burps]

WELL, IT DOESN'T MATTER NOW,

DOES IT?

THEY'RE DEAD.

- I WONDER IF THEY WERE HAPPY.

- I HOPE THEY WERE HAPPY.

- ME TOO.

- I MEAN, LOOK AT THIS PLACE:

ALL THIS LAND:

AND ALL THE WINE.

COME ON.

HOW COULD ANYTHING GO WRONG?

- WELL, WHATEVER HAPPENED

TO THEM,

I GUESS IT'S NO OUR FAULT, HUH?

- YOU'RE JUST BRINGING

SOME LIGHT BACK INTO THIS PLACE.

THAT'S ALL IT NEEDS.

- WOW, BABE.

THAT'S DEEP.

- OCCASIONALLY I DO LEAVE

THE DEEP END.

SHALLOW END.

[laughter]

GOT THAT SAYING WRONG.

- SENATOR KEN SAYS

IT CAN HAPPEN.

- YOU KNOW, MIKE WAS SAYING

THAT THE BARN WAS PRETTY COOL.

YOU WANT TO CHECK IT OUT?

- WHAT?

- BY CHECK IT OUT,

I MEAN HAVE SEX.

[laughter]

- [inRussian accent] IN THIS

CASE, WE WILL CHECK IT OUT.

- MMM, YOU BIG

RUSSIAN MINX, YOU.

[laughter]

- WATCH OUT FOR

THE AUTOMATIC MILKING MACHINE.

IT STICKS A LITTLE.

- OH.

YOU KNOW WHAT?

YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH.

WOW, BABE.

THAT IS AMAZING.

LET'S GO TO BED.

YOU ARE SO DONE.

- OKAY.

- WE'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW.

- GOOD NIGHT.

- GOOD NIGHT.

- HEY, MAN, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME

TO DO WITH THE FIRE?

- UM, JUST THROW A LITTLE BEER

ON IT.

- [laughs]

- NIGHT.

- NIGHT.

- HUH!

- I'M KIND OF TIRED.

- ME TOO.

- A MASSAGE WOULD BE NICE.

- OH, YEAH?

GOT SOME SORE MUSCLES.

NEED WORKIN'?

- [laughs]

- I COULD TEACH YOU A FEW THINGS

I LEARNED IN THAILAND

LAST SUMMER.

- OH, GOD.

- BUT FIRST,

YOU HAVE TO GET NAKED.

WELL, BOTH OF US.

AND THEN YOU WALK BAREFOO ALL OVER MY BACK,

AND THEN YOU:

STEAL ALL THE MONEY

FROM MY WALLET.

- [laughs]

COME ON.

- WHAT ABOUT THE FIRE?

- OH, I THINK IT'LL BURN

ITSELF OUT.

- I THINK YOU'RE RIGHT.

- COME HERE.

- [in Russian accent] DO YOU

WANT TO SHOW ME YOUR NEW GUN,

MR. BIG RUSSIAN

ILLEGAL ARMS MAN?

- [in Russian accent]

YES, AND I THINK

YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE

THE NEW ATTACHMENTS.

- OOH, LET'S GO UPSTAIRS.

- STAY IN CHARACTER.

[ominous music]

[bird squawking]

[rustling]

[both moaning]

- THAT WAS TOO QUICK.

- HEY, WELL, YOU KNOW,

I WAS BORN WITH:

THE SPORTS MODEL;

I MIGHT NOT BE AS BIG,

BUT I'M TWICE AS FAST.

- JUST WHAT EVERY WOMAN WANTS.

- I GOTTA GO.

I GOTTA RECOUP.

YOU KNOW, I GOTTA GO--

I GOTTA GO MAKE TINKLE TINKLE.

- HURRY UP.

DADDY'S GIRL'S READY

FOR THE NEXT DEMONSTRATION.

[laughs]

- [grumbling]

[urinating]

OH, YOU JUST COULDN'T WAI FOR A SECOND HELPING, HUH?

crack!

- MR. ARMS DEALER?

WHAT'S TAKING YOU SO LONG?

[ominous music]

HELLO?

KEN!

- [grunting]

- THERE YOU ARE.

COME ON.

MY DADDY MIGHT GET HOME

ANY MINUTE NOW.

DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL

IS GETTING VERY, VERY FEISTY.

[tense music]

[screaming]

[fire crackling]

- [exhales deeply]

WHAT THE HELL?

"LEONARD'S DISEASE SHOWS

NO HOPE FOR REMISSION.

"TODAY HIS FATHER EXPELLED HIM

FROM THE MAIN LIVING QUARTERS.

"HE IS TO LIVE IN THE BASEMENT,

EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY.

"IF HIS CONDITION

CONTINUES TO DIGRESS,

"TUCKER SWORE HE WOULD TAKE

MATTERS INTO HIS OWN HANDS.

"HE THINKS ITS CRUEL TO LET HIM

LIVE ON THIS WAY,

BUT WHAT CHOICE DO WE HAVE?"

[speaking French]

WHAT IS THIS?

WHY IS THE REST OF THIS

IN FRENCH?

IS THIS VOODOO?

[clamoring]

[eerie music]

[birds chirping]

KEN?

HILLARY?

[eerie music]

[sizzling]

- YUP.

- HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN

KEN AND HILL?

- I THINK THEY MUST HAVE GONE

INTO TOWN FOR BREAKFAST.

- SUCKS FOR THEM.

- HEY, THANK YOU FOR CLEANING UP

AFTER ALL OF US LAST NIGHT.

- WHAT DID I DO?

- NO?

- NO.

- BABE?

- UH, YEAH, YEAH.

NO.

- [laughing]

I DIDN'T THINK SO.

BUT YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THA KEN AND HILLARY CLEANED UP?

- I DON'T THINK THAT SOUNDS

LIKE HILLARY.

- NO.

- A LITTLE SALT AND PEPPER

FOR YOU.

- OH, EVAN, I DON'T USUALLY

EAT BREAKFAST THIS EARLY.

- JEN?

- OH, THANK YOU.

OKAY.

SO WHAT ARE YOU BOYS UP TO

TODAY?

- WELL, WHEN MIKE

FINALLY WAKES UP,

WE'RE GONNA WORK

ON THE WIRING.

- ALL RIGHT.

WELL, UM, I'M GOING TO GO

INTO TOWN:

AND RUN A FEW ERRANDS.

- OH, CAN I COME?

- YEAH.

YOU WANT ANYTHING?

- YEAH, CAN I GE A DOUBLE TALL LATTE

AND A LOW-FAT APRICOT MUFFIN?

- RIGHT.

HOW ABOUT A BIG OLD PLATE

OF SOME CHITLINS AND CRAWFISH?

- MMM.

CRAWFISH.

- [laughs]

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BREAKFAST.

THAT WAS REALLY SWEET.

- MM-HMM.

- BYE.

- HA!

- BYE.

[pleasant mandolin music]

- GOD BLESS AMERICA.

LET'S EAT.

- YEAH, HEY, PICK UP

WHATEVER YOU THINK WE NEED.

I'M JUST GONNA GO

CHECK OUT SOMETHING.

- COOL.

[eerie music]

MR. PECK?

MR. PECK?

MR. PECK?

- FIND WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING FOR?

- I'M SORRY.

I GUESS I'M NOT USED TO SEEING

WHERE MY FOOD COMES FROM.

- THAT'S WHY WE, UH--

THAT'S WHY WE DO IT OUT HERE.

WANT A DRINK?

- I'M GOOD.

- I KNOW WHY YOU'RE HERE.

- I WANT TO KNOW

WHY YOU RAN YESTERDAY.

- I HAD TO GET TO WORK.

- MR. PECK, I KNOW

THAT THERE'S SOMETHING

THAT YOU'RE NOT TELLING ME.

I FOUND A DIARY.

IT'S A WOMAN'S:

LYDIA BEAUMONT.

YOU KNEW HER.

- I KILLED HER.

- WHY?

- GIVE ME MY BABY!

[gunshot]

- SHE WAS A WITCH.

- THERE'S NO SUCH THING.

- I WOULD HAVE SAID

THE SAME THING:

IF I HAVEN'T SEEN I WITH MY OWN EYES.

HELL, I EVEN DEFENDED HER.

WHEN THE ANIMALS,

WHEN THEY CAME UP MISSING,

PEOPLE SAID IT WAS

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