Running with Scissors Page #7

This whole episode's been

very intense for me.

But I do believe that may have been

my last psychotic episode.

I think I finally broke through

to my creative unconscious.

Did Dorothy take all the cups, too?

She's such a b*tch.

Oh, no, no. They're out back on the lawn.

What the f*** have you been up to?

Giving my worldly possessions

a moon bath.

Anything the doctor's touched,

anything he's looked at,

needs to be sterilized by the night.

I can't believe I just trusted you.

You have to trust me. I'm your mother.

And honestly, Augusten, I worry about you.

I disapprove of your choices.

I haven't had a choice!

You did when you wrote this, didn't you?

- You read my journal?

- Don't try and compete with me, Augusten.

If you move back in with me, I won't allow it.

You'll only get hurt.

When I become a very famous woman,

they'll write that I had a son

who is a writer, too,

who doesn't compare to my brilliance.

I want more for you than that.

Did you mix your pills again?

Are you judging me?

Where are you going?

Are you gonna call the doctor?

That bastard! He took my money!

I won't be taken advantage of again.

Is that clear?

What are you doing in there?

Let me in!

Are you calling the doctor?

Neighbors reporting

domestic disturbance...

- Good evening, ma'am...

- Get off of my property!

Don't you dare tell me what to do, not ever!

You understand me?

- Ma'am, you need to calm down...

- F*** you!

I will not be stifled in my own home!

- Hope, Hope. It's Augusten.

- You are the goddamn devil! You are a Nazi!

My mom's gone crazy again

and I need your help.

We need Dad.

Finch gave her a sedative.

I like watching her sleep.

She looks like she's dead.

Maybe she's finally at peace.

None of us'll ever be at peace,

until Finch and every bad seed

spawned from Finch

is dead.

You sound crazy.

Come on, let's go to bed.

Neil?

Neil?

- What are you doing, son?

- Shut up!

I'm not your son!

What in the hell is going on?

It's all right.

Neil.

Neil.

Neil!

- Where did he go?

- Away.

Why don't we ever have any relish

in this house?

What happened?

It was a family situation. It's been handled.

Natalie, you have to tell me, okay?

Where did Bookman go?

Where the f*** are you?

I needed to get away.

My father's very upset with you.

He feels like you're taking your mother's

side in this and he needs your support

because he wants to have her committed

for good to a hospital.

I don't think she needs to be committed.

- Look, where are you? We'll come get you.

- Okay.

Do you have a pen?

Yeah.

Okay, tell me where you are.

I'll tell you where I'll be tomorrow at noon.

The bus station.

I'm going to New York.

You're coming with me.

We gotta get away from them, Nat.

Your family, my mother.

It's the only way that

we can have a normal life.

What's going on?

What are we gonna do

in New York, Augusten?

Our only skills are restraining psychotics.

I'll write.

And I'll get a job so you can go to school.

I'll support us.

I'm afraid, Augusten.

Me, too.

But we can do this.

We have to.

Did a woman come in here by herself?

Can I take your order?

Yes, I'd like a TaB

and a slice of key lime pie.

Oh, nothing for me, thanks.

Aren't you hungry? You look skinny.

You really should eat something.

Don't pull that maternal crap

with me now, Mom.

It's too late for that.

No, it's not too late.

We can find a house together

where we both can write.

We can start over.

I am starting over.

In New York.

Really? Well, how are you gonna

make that work, Augusten?

You've no formal education,

no money, no furniture, no friends.

Yeah, well, could be worse.

Could be going to a prom.

Why did you come here then?

To say goodbye to you.

Did you pack enough warm clothes?

Yeah.

I'm gonna be okay.

Natalie's not coming.

I told her I'd deal with you.

Don't try to stop me, Agnes.

I'm going.

I'm gonna miss you.

I'll miss you, too.

You're the best son a mom could ever want.

You need to know that.

Oh, my God.

Agnes, there's a lot of money in here.

Penny here, a dime there.

It adds up.

The doctor doesn't know I have it,

of course. No one does.

You know, this morning the IRS came again

and I almost gave it to them.

And then I thought, no.

For once in my life

I'm going to invest wisely.

When you write a book, you send me a copy.

Goodbye, my sweet boy.

Agnes?

What are you gonna do now?

I don't know.

Maybe I'll take down the Christmas tree.

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