Perfect Sisters Page #4

What'd she say?

By the time they do anything,

I'll be the alcoholic neglecting my kids.

Sh*t.

Dad, we wanted to talk to you

about something serious.

Mom's drinking again.

Again or still?

Again. She stopped for a while, but...

now she's off the wagon and...

I don't have any legal rights here.

Your mother has full custody.

We're still your daughters.

We need your help.

Don't throw that at me.

In the beginning, you two wouldn't

even take your visits with me...

and now, the only time I hear

from you is when you need money.

Come on, Dad.

I mean, we were little then.

I mean, how were we supposed

to know what was going on?

And really, when's the last time

that we ever asked you for money?

- Like seriously?

- Okay.

That was uncalled for.

I could talk to your mom...

but we all know

I'm the last person she'd listen to.

- We can't live there anymore, Dad.

- It's not that simple.

I have another family now.

She's my sister, girls.

And if I've ever been sure of anything...

I'm sure that she loves you.

Yeah, that doesn't really

have anything with love.

You need to give her more time.

You just moved, and she just lost her job.

That's a lot of stress.

And what she needs now

is your patience and your support.

Okay.

Okay. Come on.

Mom.

Look at me. Look at me.

Why are you letting this happen?

I'm doing it for you.

Don't you have school today?

- It's reading week.

- It's what?

I said it's reading week.

- A**hole.

- Don't be a little snotnose!

What are you gonna do, huh?

What are you gonna do?

Let me tell you something.

You and your sister better

change your attitude around here.

Cause let me explain the situation to you.

Without me...

you, your sister, and your little brother

are out in the f***in street.

Out! Out of my f***ing house!

You f***ing a**hole! You get out!

- Hey! Hey!

- Hey! Hey! Listen to me!

Don't ever touch my sister

or my mother again, you f***er!

You get out of here! No!

- Beth! No, baby, wait.

- No!

Wait. Wait.

Beth, he's hitting her.

I saw bruises all over her body.

So, I think...

I mean, what's left?

Are we gonna run away?

I don't know what to do anymore.

God, you know what? I'm so sick of this.

I am, I'm so tired of

her dragging us down all the time.

I mean, look at us!

We're beautiful, talented...

and we have so much potential.

I mean, I'm gonna be

this amazing actor and doctor...

and you're gonna do amazing things

and be really, really rich.

And I don't know, I'm just...

I'm so tired of wasting

our time trying to survive.

You know? Helping her survive.

I mean, what if we could...

Hi, girls.

You've both been through so much.

And you've taken care of each other

and of your little brother.

And I'm so proud of you.

I have a little present for you both.

What is it?

Oh, sh*t!

I'll be right back.

Oh, Linda!

What if...?

Seriously?

So I hear you and Donny broke up.

Yeah, it's amicable.

I'm gonna see if hell give me

some sort of settlement.

Maybe his Escalade.

Are you guys talking about me?

Duh, Ashley, 'cause all

we ever do is talk about you.

Donny really is loaded, huh?

You know, there might be a way that Sandra

and me could get our hands on that kind of cash.

All I'm saying is,

if our mom were to die somehow...

we would get about $100,000

in insurance money.

- I looked it up.

- Where did you look it up?

I found her policy number,

checked the terms online.

Yeah, and we might even be able

to still live in our house.

You know, were both over 16,

so we could all live together.

You know, be one big happy family.

But if we were sent to a relative,

it'd be Aunt Martha...

- who's loaded, which is a good thing.

- Yeah.

And what about Bobby?

Well, Bobby'd be sent to live with his dad,

but that's what Bobby wants...

and remember...

Doug never hit Bobby.

Only Mom.

Come here.

You're not seriously talking about

killing your mom for money?

No, but even if I was...

it wouldn't be just about the money.

It would be because our lives aren't

gonna get any better with her in them.

Come on. I'm just messing with you.

I wanna play.

- You are one twisted b*tch.

- Thank you.

So, how would you do it?

You know,

if you were really going to kill her?

It says here we don't get

any insurance money for suicide.

And you guys don't have a garage, either.

Stairs? Statistically

it's kind of a stretch.

You can't be sure she'll be dead.

You know...

the way you gotta do it...

is to get her plastered...

and make her take a bath...

and make it look like she drowned.

Yeah.

I don't think Bobby would mind

if we made it into like a..

- Well, one of them should have..

- What's he doing here?

Hi, honey.

Hey, sweetheart.

Why aren't you drunk?

Did we run out of money?

Ha-ha. Very funny.

All right, girls, come sit down.

We need to talk to you about something.

Sit down.

So...

what do you guys think of mine

and Steve's relationship so far?

I don't think I understand the question.

Well...

things are getting pretty serious and...

Steve thinks it's for the best

that we all move in together.

So wait.

He's moving in here?

No, we, me and your mother

discussed that maybe...

it'd be best for everyone

if you all moved into my place.

It's larger...

both you girls would have your own rooms,

more privacy.

I think you'd like it there.

What do you think?

I bathe you, for fucks sake.

I see the bruises that he gives you...

and I know that you see the looks

that he gives Beth, and it's..

- Sandra.

- No!

I don't know what you're telling

yourself is happening here.

And how can you be

so f***ing pathetic all the time?!

Hi.

I can't believe I'm saying this,

but the guys got money.

What?

I know, but listen to me, okay?

The way that were going...

we're gonna be in a shelter in less than a month.

- Okay, yeah, it's messed up.

- Wow.

I'll have to maneuver around him...

but it's better than being

on the street, Sandra, and...

- Nope.

- I'll just, like, spend more time...

- at Justins or something.

- Okay, but you say that...

like it's no big deal, Beth. Okay?

Do you honestly think that he's not gonna

catch you alone like once or twice?

I'll deal.

- You'll deal?

- Yes.

Okay, you'll deal. But then what about me?

Or Bobby? Or what about Mom?

I mean, I'd rather kill her than watch

her let another guy treat her like this.

First of all, that logic that

you have there is f***ed. Okay?

Who gives a sh*t about her anymore?

- She clearly does not give a sh*t about us.

- No, you know what?

Your attitude about this is

what's f***ed, Beth.

Okay? You're only thinking about yourself.

Okay? You're being really selfish...

and I'm trying to think about everybody,

including Mom.

Fine, go.

Death from suffocation, cerebral hypoxia...

cardiac arrest.

Okay, everyone.

Basically, it doesn't matter...

how long a person's unconscious for.

You know, as long as they're underwater

for four minutes, then they drown.

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