Suburbicon Page #6

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Do you have any idea

what happens

when an investigator that's working

on a claim like this dies?

Haven't you f***ed with

the insurance company enough?

Believe me,

if anything happens to me...

You're in deep, deep, deep...

Get away from that car!

Get out of there!

Help! Help!

Get back away from there!

Under the bed!

What did you put in the coffee?

Just lye!

Just a little bit of lye.

Don't move until I get back.

Help, help, help...

Help...

Uncle Mitch, you've got to help!

They're gonna kill me!

Nicky! What are you talking

about?

They're gonna kill me!

You stay right there. I'll...

Uncle Mitch? Uncle Mitch!

Oh, Nicky.

I put him in his car.

It's falling apart, Maggie.

It's over.

We're gonna have to leave.

Where's Nicky?

He talked to Mitch.

Nicky?

Honey?

You have to have something

to eat.

Can't go to bed

on an empty stomach.

Nicky?

Well, all right.

Suit yourself.

I'll eat it.

Angel!

At least have some milk.

It's not my fault.

Why would anybody say

it was your fault?

You're not to blame.

We're gonna go away,

Gardner and me.

Have you ever been to Aruba?

It's a Protectorate.

That's Dutch.

There's all kinds

of exotic foods.

And couples golf.

Kid?

Hi.

Come on, kid.

Get the f***...

Who the f*** are you?

Motherf***er!

Die!

Come on, Nicky.

Come on, son. Come out of there.

Attaboy. Attaboy.

Come on. Come on.

It's all over.

Go on. Go inside.

That's it.

Now, you don't make a noise,

you understand?

Huh?

Uh-huh.

You're a good boy, Nicky.

You're gonna be fine.

Hey.

Who loves you like a son?

You do.

Attaboy, nicky.

Okay, now you...

You take this.

Huh?

Okay.

You're a good boy.

Hello?

You're becoming a liability.

Where you going?

Oh, you know,

just out for a ride.

Surprise for you

when you get home.

What did you do?

You're gonna pay us that money.

What did you do?

You're gonna pay us that money.

- What did you do?

- You're gonna pay us that money!

Help.

Help!

No!

Maggie?

Maggie!

Maggie?

Nicky?

Nicky?

Give me that.

These people are animals.

They took everything from us.

They took your aunt Maggie,

Mitch,

your mom.

I want you to stay away

from that colored boy.

You hear me?

Are you gonna call the police?

I'll call the police

when we finish our talk.

Now,

these animals

took everything from us.

And we need to make sense...

It was you.

You did all of this.

What do you think you know,

big man?

Hmm?

Because I know a lot of things.

That's the case

with being a grownup.

You have to make decisions.

Decisions like

what's best for the family.

Who's being helpful.

Who's a liability.

You know

what that word means, Nicky?

You see, these men

killed your mom.

And then they came back.

Tie up loose ends, so to speak.

He killed your aunt Maggie.

Stabbed your uncle Mitch.

As if that weren't bad enough,

then he killed you.

Right here in the kitchen.

Then I shot him.

Oh, he cut me a few times.

Maybe here.

Here.

Nothing too life-threatening.

"Officer, I did everything

I could to save my boy.

"His injuries were

just too great.

"Well,

"he's with his mama now.

"He's the littlest angel

in heaven."

That's you.

Little angel.

Or...

...we call the police together.

We tell them how these

men killed our family.

How we feel lucky to be alive.

You ever heard of Aruba, nicky?

We'll tell the papers we don't

want that insurance money,

but we're gonna use it

to rebuild our lives.

Our lives

far away

from the memory of this place.

And then we get on a plane

and go to Aruba.

And we buy a big house

on the beach.

And we start over.

So, big man,

my big grown man,

you've got

a big decision to make.

Take your time.

It's sunday.

Sunday in Suburbicon.

We've got all the time

in the world.

- Thank you.

- Of course, ma'am.

One policeman

got his head busted open.

And a fire truck

hit and killed a man

down on Lafayette street.

And three or four others

ended up in the hospital.

And rose lodge!

This...

None of this ever happened

before the Mayers moved here.

This is a peaceful town.

Have you heard

any rumors about the Mayers?

Oh, dozens and dozens of rumors.

Oh, that he was being paid

by the NAACP.

That the reds were behind it,

that the Jews were behind it,

that this group and that group

were behind it.

There were all kinds of rumors.

I guess some of them were

being spread deliberately.

Some were just the result

of hysteria.

I don't feel that

they should be oppressed.

But I moved here.

One of the main reasons

was because

it was a white community.

And that...

...The story of Gerald McCloy

and the strange thing that

happened to that little boy.

They say it all started

when Gerald was two.

That's the age

kids start talking.

Least most of them do.

Well, when he started talking,

you know what he said?

He didn't talk words.

He went, "boing, boing,"

instead.

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