Thoroughbreds Page #6
[ERGOMETER WHIRRING]
Um...
Do you remember that stuff
you were saying to Tim
the other day?
What stuff?
his life...
- isn't worth living.
- Yeah.
Do you ever ask that question
about yourself?
Like, any of our lives?
Like, in a philosophical sense?
Like...
your life...
in particular.
I just mean like...
If you can't...
feel anything,
like, even happiness
or...
I'm so sorry. I...
I didn't mean that.
No, it's...
It's okay. I just never really
thought about it.
Stop.
I drugged it.
You what?
I put Rohypnol in it.
You roofied me.
Yeah.
Why?
LILY:
Because I...and then go upstairs.
And afterwards I was gonna put
the knife in your hand
to make it look like you'd...
Oh, I'm so sorry, okay? I...
I don't even know
what I was thinking. Just...
Just give me the glass
and I'll throw them both away...
Stop.
Stop it.
AMANDA:
Ooh.What did you do?
I drank it.
I told you not to. You...
You need to go throw up.
Come on.
No, thanks.
LILY:
Do you knowwhat this does?
Oh, yeah. It, um...
Oh, God, you really dosed
this motherf***er up.
Why would you do that?
I live a meaningless life...
LILY:
No.You're...
you're a great...
friend.
I'm a...
I'm a skilled imitator.
Hey.
Hey!
[INDISTINCT TV CHATTER]
[GASPS]
[BREATHES HEAVILY]
[FESTIVE MUSIC PLAYING OVER TV]
INDISTINCT]
SARA [OVER TV]:
Are theyROSE [OVER TV]:
Yes, dear.
They're going to relieve
our poor soldiers in Mafeking.
SARA:
Is there something the matterwith our soldiers in Mafeking?
ROSE:
The Boers have themall cut off.
We were unable to break
through their lines
- and get help to them.
- [CLATTERING]
SARA:
Miss Rose,my daddy's at Mafeking.
[SARA CRYING]
ROSE:
Oh, darling, I'm so sorry.
I didn't know.
SARA:
Oh, it's miserable.
ROSE:
Shh.[SARA CONTINUES CRYING]
ROSE:
Darling, you mustn't cry.
I'm sure he'll be all right.
[ERGOMETER STOPS]
ROSE:
Good afternoon, Mr. Geoffrey.
GEOFFREY [OVER TV]: Good afternoon.
Is Miss Sara ready for her ride?
- [LOUD THUDS]
- ROSE:
Yes, she'll be down presently.GEOFFREY:
Thanks.
Oh, are we all ready?
[LOUDER THUDS]
GEOFFREY:
The two mostbeautiful ladies in the world.
Why are you not
in your riding things?
I can't go today. Ermengarde
GEOFFREY:
Oh, will it take all afternoon?
ROSE:
I'm afraid so.I have to stay with her until
she can spell Constantinople.
GEOFFREY:
Heavens, that may take months.
ROSE:
You leave that to me.
GEOFFREY:
Shall we go?Have you been crying?
But you have, there are still
tears in your eyes.
SARA:
It's just this London fog.
GEOFFREY:
Oh, well, if that'sall, let's be off, shall we?
SARA:
Mr. Geoffrey.Would you mind very much
if we didn't ride today?
GEOFFREY:
Not at all, dear.But may I ask why not?
- [FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
- SARA:
I'd like to talk to you.GEOFFREY:
All right.[LILY PANTING]
[TV CHATTER CONTINUES,
INDISTINCT]
- [KNIFE THUDS]
- [LILY BREATHING HEAVILY]
[AMANDA SNORING]
[INDISTINCT TV CHATTER]
[LILY SOBS]
MAN [OVER TV]:
You take advantage ofmy absence to become a riding master?
And next door to me own house?
Where's your family pride, boy?
GEOFFREY [OVER TV]:
Well, sir, one must eat,
and family pride
is a pretty thin diet.
MAN:
Oh, blackmail?You think I'll buy you off?
GEOFFREY:
I hadn't thought ofthat, but it's not a bad idea.
MAN:
I'll see you hanged,drawn and quartered for that.
Wait till I see the woman
who runs this school.
I'll put a spoke in your wheel.
GEOFFREY:
Do! She'd love to know
my grandfather is Lord Wickham.
She'll probably
raise my salary!
[HIGH-PITCHED WHINE
[WHINE STOPS ABRUPTLY]
[CAR APPROACHING]
[CAR DOOR OPENS]
Tim?
[EXHALES]
Moving up in the world.
What are you doing here?
Lunch meeting.
It's only weird
if you make it weird.
So, what's your meeting?
College interview, actually.
They take you out
to lunches for those?
They don't usually, but, um...
the guy interviewing me is...
was actually a friend
of my stepdad's.
I heard.
I'm sorry... for your loss.
It's been a tough time
for my family.
Uh, I think...
this is for you.
Just so you know...
I'm glad you didn't show up.
Okay.
I wanted her to forget
all about it, but...
she...
felt differently.
Did you, uh...
talk to her after that?
She did write me
a letter, though.
About a week ago.
TIM:
What did it say?AMANDA:
Things actuallyaren't bad here.
Food's okay,
staff are generally
nice people.
The therapists
have been working with me
to fill in my memories
And it's kind
of a fun exercise.
I can tell them f***ing
anything and they'll
just write it down and nod.
In other news, the ol'
medication-of-the-month club
is back in full swing,
and the latest ones
are making me sleep
14 hours a day
and dream constantly.
You're in a lot of them.
In one of the recurring ones,
we're in your living room,
and I've just drank
your drugged screwdriver...
and you're screaming,
asking me why I did it.
Asking me why I have a horse's
head instead of my face.
And I wanna tell you
that I don't,
but I turn to you
and I open my mouth
and all that comes out is...
[HORSE NEIGHS]
AMANDA:
And then there'sthat doesn't involve you
at all.
And it goes like this:
I'm Honeymooner,
and I'm dying.
And I rise out of my body,
and I'm staring down
at our whole suburb,
and time is speeding up.
And I see generations
of people coming,
and going,
And then eventually...
more and more of their time
staring at their smartphones.
And soon enough,
they're forgetting to clean
their houses,
or mow their lawns,
or eat,
and eventually, all the houses
rot and collapse,
and the people disappear,
vanishing completely
into the Internet.
And then...
and this is the really
beautiful part,
the horses take over.
And the whole suburb
is just beautiful
thoroughbred stallions
with no owners
and no memory of owners
and no way of knowing
how expensive they are,
just mating and galloping
through the ruins.
What did it say?
I don't know.
I just threw it away.
[ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
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