Perfect Sisters Page #5

Until then, they can still technically be alive.

With a varying degree of brain damage.

Yeah. Basically.

Wait the full four minutes.

I mean, the last thing you guys

need is a vegetable for a mom.

Are you guys doing

your murderers club thing in here?

Get out.

Meow.

Okay. So, beforehand...

we need to make sure that she's still conscious..

Glee club meeting.

Oh. Sorry about that.

Like I said, beforehand we need

to make sure that she's still conscious.

Kay? Because it's not like

we can carry her to the bathroom...

so she needs to walk herself.

You know, I can probably swipe

some of my mom's Tylenol with codeine...

that she got when she had her back problem.

Mixed with booze,

those things'll turn anyone into a puppet.

Yeah, and I mean, even if she wakes up

and starts to fight back...

we'll just stop, you know?

It'll look like were helping her.

And if her lungs fill up with enough water...

she'll be dead in a day or two anyways.

You know, I told, like,

my entire homeroom about our little club.

Everyone thinks it's hysterical.

Hey, I wonder if well get

an EC credit on our college apps.

Oh, you think? Huh?

Stop it! Okay, enough!

I can't believe that you guys

aren't taking this seriously like at all!

What's her damage?

You went rather ape-sh*t

in the bathroom today.

We were just screwing around.

Yeah, well, that's fine.

I mean, you've got Justin now...

so I guess you don't really need me that much.

That is so stupid.

He's not replacing you or anything..

You know, he kinda is, Beth, actually,

but you know what? It's fine.

Let's just forget the whole thing

and you can take care of yourself...

and I can take care of myself, okay?

That'll be that.

You're such a...

I swear to God,

his eyes never looked at my face.

Eew! Mr. Weinberg is such a perv!

No, I don't.

Can you keep it down here, please?

- You beat me.

- I just feel a little tired.

I'm paying rent here,

I'm paying rent on my place.

- Do you think that's fair to me?

- I know, no, it's not fair.

Hey, come on! Take it outta here, huh?

But he won! You won, Bobby! You won!

Goddamn it,

what the hell is wrong with you?!

- For Christs sake!

- Get the f*** away from him!

Jesus Christ!

Hey! Hey!

Enough of this!

I'm done with this goddamn place!

- Are you okay?

- I'm outta here! I've had enough!

- Are you okay, Bobby?

- You let him do this!

Oh, my god.

Steve?

Steve?

Steve?!

Steve!

It's okay, Bobby.

Close your eyes.

Okay, you were right.

Just please tell me

what we can do to make this stop.

Bobby...

you're going to your dad's this weekend.

Hey, shotgun! Now.

I know, I know. It sucks to be you.

I'm sorry.

Okay, okay, so I am entrusting you two to make

a reservation for 7:00 pm at Jack Russells, okay?

Okay, okay.

And then we'll dump any excess pills...

or any gloves into separate garbage

cans in the parking lot, okay?

Oh, oh, and when we get home...

I wanna be the one to make the 911 call.

- Really?

- Someone needs to be crying...

and as we all know,

I'm nothing short of a brilliant actress.

- Yes, brilliant, darling, brilliant.

- Wait, wait.

Guys, didn't we say we were

just screwing around with this stuff? I mean..

Ashley, if you wanna p*ssy out,

now would be opportune.

Whatever.

Anybody see you?

No.

Okay, so...

This is...

this is really f***ed.

If you don't like your life,

you gotta do something to make it better, right?

Isn't that what you told me?

Yeah.

So?

It's okay. Don't worry.

Don't worry, it's okay.

Be careful.

I love you.

I know.

I love you, too, dipshit.

I am off to go buy booze

with Ashley's allowance, so...

how does my fake ID look?

- Wendy Goldstein.

- Weren't you at my bat mitzvah?

I'm sure I saw you there. Weren't you...?

No? No?

Now don't worry, okay?

I am going to be fine.

What are you doing up so early?

I have a job interview.

I wanna be on time.

Hey, so...

that was pretty crazy

the other night with Steve, huh?

It won't happen again.

You'll see.

Yeah.

Cause I've never heard that one before.

- David.

- Hey. What's up?

Hi. What are you doing here?

I just got back from school.

I wanted to see you.

Now's not really a good time.

Why not? Is everything okay, or...?

Yeah, no, everything's good.

It's just like...

I kind of told Beth that

I'd hang out with her all day. You know?

So why can't I hang with you guys?

It's like a girls thing.

You know what I mean?

No, wait, can I see you tomorrow, though?

You just can't mess

with peoples lives like this, Sandra.

- David. Stop.

- No.

I'll just see you later.

You okay?

Brain going crazy?

Remember the time that Mom was passed out

and Lewis tried to f*** you?

Or that year that we barely slept...

because that Ron guy kept

crawling into bed with us?

Or that time that Doug broke Mom's jaw...

and she was so drunk that

she wouldn't even go to the hospital, Sandra?

Stop.

Beth...

please.

Oh, I have such a f***ing headache.

Language.

Here you go.

What have you got there?

They'll make you feel better.

Thanks, angels.

I didn't get that job.

What are we gonna do?

Time for more pills.

Come on, Mom.

Party tonight?

Yes.

You never party with me.

Oh, I like it when you party with me.

You're so cute.

Ashley wants us to videotape it.

Whatever.

Justin's worried were gonna kill her

with the booze and pills.

I have the stopwatch set for four minutes.

- Bath time?

- Oh, why?

I'm just startin to have fun.

Yeah.

Come on, Mom.

Let's go get you cleaned up.

- I didn't think I was dirty.

- Come on.

Let's get that lovely puke

smell out of your hair.

- Stop!

- What?

You forgot these.

But our prints are already all over her.

I mean, she's our mom.

Whatever. Just put them on.

Please.

Sandra.

And remember...

open palm.

She bruises easily.

Oh, my god.

Ashley, now is not a good time.

Beth!

Beth!

Beth!

Beth!

Why?

I...

That's four minutes.

Oh, my god, that's four minutes?

I took her ATM card.

I figured we should treat for dinner, okay?

- Beth, wait!

- Come on!

Sod you do it?

I can't believe it.

Holy sh*t.

I don't know.

It's not like I thought it would be.

Not like in the movies.

So you said she went into convulsions?

Yeah, like,

I mean, we knew she would, but...

for a minute, it was almost like

she woke back up for a second.

- It was really..

- Whoa, what do you mean she woke?

- Start from the beginning.

- F*** you!

- F*** you! You left me there!

- Sandra, what is your damage?!

- You f***ing left me there!

- Sandra! Chillax!

- Is there a problem here?

- No.

Sandra.

Sandra, look at me.

Come here. Come here. Look at me.

We have to be strong. Okay?

Now is the time to be strong. Look at me.

No, no, no, this isn't real.

This isn't real. This is just...

one of those fantasies,

like what if we were to kill Mom, you know?

- This isn't real, right?

- It's real. It is real.

Kay?

But everything is gonna be

so much better now, I promise you.

Okay, come on.

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