Climate of the Hunter (2019) - full transcript

Morning.

I barely slept. I had
jet-lag from hell.

Sorry to hear that.

What do we know about
his travel arrangements?

I... I didn't pry.

Of course not, I just

Did he happen to
mention his itinerary?

He said he would
get here later today

and we'd all have
dinner this evening.

We would catch up. I don't know.

Such
a mild winter.



Look, are you sure you don't
want to go for a walk with me?

You can take Otis.

Oh, right! Otis!

Oh, come here Otis.

Come here you sweet,
beautiful boy.

He's not gonna
respond well to that.

He didn't like that stuff.

So you've trained him to
be as personable as you are.

No, he's just
not like other dogs.

He's more philosophical
than that, thank God.

And I'm not impersonable.

I just don't need to
make a big production

out of everything all the time.

Or do anything at
all, it would seem.



That him?

That's him. Sure of it.

As if you would know.
It's been 20 years.

That's him.

I have a
dim, half remembrance

of long, anxious times
of waiting and fearing

darkness. There was not
even the pain of hope

to make present
distress more poignant.

And then long
spells of oblivion,

and the rising back to life,

as a diver coming up through
a great press of water.

Can it
be, a star is a star

do I press thee to my heart

in the night of distance
far, what deep gulf,

what bitter smart?

Yes, 'tis thou indeed
at last are my joys

my partner's den.

Wesley!

Of course, you can't just walk

into a room like everyone else.

Not when your occasion
demands so much more.

I was cursed, by the way.

Was your traveling
that difficult?

Not with such
a brilliant destination

so firmly in mind.

And
you've brought wine,

how thoughtful. We
only have a little.

And who's this one?

That's my Otis.

He's a philosopher.

Here, let me take that.

Oh, a Tempranillo.

A Rioja. The
spiciest I could find.

Just the lightest kiss of oak.

I'll get the table
set and pour the wine.

Let
me take care of you.

You gotta be tired
from traveling.

Certainly won't object.

I imagine I'm in capable hands.

Seven
layer sandwich cake

with tomatoes and peas.

With all this time,
Federico is thinking about

the Feijoada he
had eaten earlier.

Feijoada is a very
rich pork of stew.

It's really popular in Brazil.

And this Feijoada,

was having its way with
Federico's stomach.

So, poor man is
praying for guidance

and he's praying for clarity,
but more than anything,

he is praying that
his priestly guts

will settle down and
that this most likely

career-ending,
eschatological fart will

dissolve and leave him alone.

So Federico prays
with all his might.

He's giving it all he's got.

And finally he opens his eyes.

And he sees the
bishop sitting there

looking patient, like a
kindly, old grandfather.

And just as Federico is
about to cross himself

Kablamo!

He lets loose, with the last

trumpet of the
apocalypse out his ass.

The stained glass windows shake.

And Federico swore to
me that he saw a tear

run down the Virgin
Mary's statue's face.

"Wesley!" He says to me later

with tears in his eyes,

"that was the last
time I ever prayed.

That fart ruined
my faith in God!"

Likely story. But
very artfully told.

No, no,
no. It's all true.

He owns a knife shop
in Sao Paolo now.

Is the
city very beautiful?

I've heard mixed reports.

In it's own way. Parts
of it are beautiful.

There's a kind of
grandeur to the decadence.

The rich are very rich.
And the poor very poor.

I almost lost sleep some nights

with a guilty conscience,
especially since

I was living off
of my wife's money.

But I fed every beggar I could.

- And how is
- ALMA: But you

You didn't just
live in Sao Paolo,

where else was it? The
other coastal city, not Rio

Elizabeth, you wanted
to ask me about Genevieve.

Oh no, no. I mean I
didn't. I didn't mean to pry.

It's alright.
She's not the person

that she used to
be but she's still

the bravest woman I know.

The doctors don't know
the whole story but

her story

will likely be ending soon.

I'm so sorry.

Yes,
God bless her.

Oh God, I don't think so.

I'm afraid we are
all alone my dear.

But you're not alone.

Forgive
me, of course not.

Forgive my sturm and drang.

Now I've been talking too
long. Tell me about yourselves.

Should I go first?

Please.

Well,

my life is very simple.

Probably pales in comparison.

I stain and carve my
wood sculptures and

occasionally I
sell some of them.

And,

what about David?

We haven't, talked in a while.

David moved out of state with
his second wife years ago.

We're friendly enough
when we have to be.

So, Elizabeth.
Tell us about yourself.

Tell us about your life in D.C.

Oh, well.
There's really,

there's not much to tell.

I've been there.

Oh God.

15 years now. At the
same firm for 10.

Family law, which
can be heartbreaking.

And there's a lot about
the city which is wonderful

mainly the music, the art,
parties with important people.

Also a real pain in the ass.

I work 50 to 60 hours a week

so there's really not much to

Excuse me, I. I'm still
suffering from jet-lag.

Take it easy.

Careful. Are you alright?

Maybe just a
bit too much wine.

Just breathe man.

I think I should sit down.

I really, just
needed time to reflect

hence, this trip.

Paris is dismal in the
winter time anyway.

I can only imagine what
you've been dealing with.

My divorce was a lot.

It almost broke me but it's

You know I hate coming
back to the States.

Especially in times
like these but

I've been wondering, if I
can make a home here now.

I didn't want to
mention it at dinner but

last year I had Genevieve
committed to an institution

and it's become that severe.

Geez, I'm so sorry.

I now understand.

I thought that you
were legally separated.

Well, I still love her very
much. That hasn't changed.

You know, she's just
barely there anymore.

But coming back to the
States? Could you even do that?

I didn't think so.

But, I've had to admit that

that level of care Genevieve
could receive here.

There wasn't any
other consideration.

What would you do here?

Write, I suppose.

I'd like to publish again.

It hasn't changed
a bit, this place.

The stars are in
exactly the same place

they were when we were children.

You see that?

Come here, look.

What is it?

You see it? Look. She
is the brightest one

in this portion of the sky.

That's Vega.

They say 12,000 years ago,

she was the Pole star.

The guiding star.

- I see it.
- Yeah, that one right there.

She's my favorite.

She shines for you.

Well,

goodnight my dear.

G'night.

Cheese fondue.
With a selection of sides.

I feel like I should apologize
to Wesley for last night.

I must've been more
tired than I thought.

There's no need to apologize.

You were hot like a light-bulb.

You two stay up long after?

Not too long.

Talk about
anything interesting?

He showed me
his favorite star.

Like in the sky?

It was sweet.

Sweet?

He's a grown man.

Right on. You
think he's handsome?

Years ago, maybe, I did.

And now he's even more
impressive in many ways but

he's getting a
little, I don't know,

what do people say?
Long in the tooth.

We all are.

Oh my God.
You two, you just

might be perfect for each other.

What does that mean?

Obviously, you need
someone to occupy you

to give you some direction and

he needs someone
to take care of.

Clearly into sick women.

You can't say
things like that.

What?

Just trying to give you a jolt

because you need to wake up.

You're getting some
funny ideas, Alma.

Hey Alma.

Hey, BJ.

You startled me.

Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't
mean to scare you.

I was just walking around,
thought I saw things.

So I came over.

How long have you
been standing there?

Not long, I just walked
up. I was walking past

I was going off to my
cabin, wanna come with me?

Cool.

And that's
why you've got that

weird angle on JFK's head.

Anyway, I'm glad you're here.

In the winter it
gets real lonely.

It's like a goddamn ghost town.

And then we've got
all these new people

coming in, fuckin' strangers.

What strangers?

You got that, that tall
lady, with the fancy clothes

Are you talking
about my sister?

That's Elizabeth. You've
known her for years.

Oh. Oh.

Well, you hear that
old mystery man too?

Wesley?

Yeah.

Oh. He's a great guy.

Well I was, now
I know I usually

dig through people's trash,

but I found a few
things in there

and then I was watching
him walk down the road

he was talking to
himself and he stopped

and he just stared off.

Oh, he's a writer. I think
they do that sometimes, man

Yeah, maybe. Maybe.

I don't know.

And he just got here yesterday.
You're being paranoid.

I learned to trust my
intuitions and my prejudices.

Wesley?

Wesley?

Before us lay a
green sloping land of forests

and woods, with here
and there, steep hills

Wesley?

Dad.

Percy.

Come on in.

I'd rather not.

No? Okay.

I'd rather fish.

You wanna fish?

Yes.

Right now?

Yes.

Why are you confused?

Okay.

This is all I really wanted.

You still writing?

Yes, my short stories.

I'd be glad to look
at anything you've got.

- You want me to
- Absolutely not.

Have you thought any
more about the cabin?

I'm selling it.

Yes, you made that abundantly
clear last time we talked

I just thought maybe you've
had time to reconsider.

I don't have the
time to fuck with it.

It really doesn't
require much upkeep.

We've always been
able to pay someone.

You said the cabin
was mine and that

I could do with it as I please.

I'm a grown man and
I want to sell it.

Why did you say that if
you're just gonna keep

badgering me about it?

I know you don't
understand this now but

these things get more
important as you get older.

I just don't want you
to regret selling it.

I always pictured it will be
passed down to the generations.

What generations? Mom's
gone, you'll live forever

and I'll never have children.

Never say never.

Never.

And don't speak of your
mother as if she were

no longer with us.

Saw her a week ago.

She's no longer with us.

Mom?

Mom, it's me Percy.

I must admit,
I was downhearted

when my Wesley abandoned me.

Though I understand I was
becoming quite a burden to him.

And the boy of course.

The angel of my heart.

So pure and susceptible to
life's cruel misunderstandings.

I just wanted to let
you know that I don't

condone you living here
or how you got here.

Please know that I
had no say in it.

You know how Dad is when he
has his mind set on something.

I think you're perfectly
fine. Just look at you.

You know I used to love,
staring out the window

just barely breathing.

It's an absolutely
normal thing to do.

I hate to tell you
this but I think

Dad might be the most
selfish person I've ever met.

I imagine he must spend his time

chasing strangers all
over the globe now.

You and I both know
that he's had affairs.

This is just typical of
him to give out pussy

in his twilight years or
whatever these are to him.

So I just wanted you to know
that I'll always be here.

I'm just a phone call away Mom.

Just have to pick up the phone

and dial the number
to hear my voice.

For that, I brought
you a telephone.

Here.

Just say,

"Oh Percy. I'm so
glad I caught you

at home". And then
I'm on the other end

and I say, "Oh Mom, it's
so good to hear from you.

Can't believe we haven't
talked in almost a week

I've been so busy.

Yeah, I bet you've
been busy too".

And then we just, talk about
the affairs of the day Mom.

We just talk.

So what was
it that made you decide

that you can't take
care of her anymore?

Any moment in particular?

It wasn't any one
instance. It was

an accumulation of things.

Can't believe your
conscience is clear in this.

You'd rather walk out
and act out some kind of

caricature of a married widower.

I never said I had
a clear conscience.

It was a difficult
decision to make

but it had to be done.

If you cared for her
as much as you say you do

then you would do
better than this.

You know you don't mean that.

I do mean it. You
left Mom. Abandoned her.

Actually so you could sit here

and smoke your pipe in peace

pretending there's no
ugliness in the world.

It's amazing to me that
you would leave her

in that place, imprisoned
in her own body.

You're lying son.

I'm telling the
truth. How can you not

consider your life a waste?

Is the idea supposed to be that

you spend it now with
someone who isn't

half the woman Mom is?

- Does love just transfer over?
- That's enough!

I might spend too much time,

pretending that your
words don't hurt me

but they do.

Yes, perhaps I could've
saved your mother from all

this if I had known. I
think about it every day.

You should've known.

But I didn't.

What happened to your
mother was unfortunate,

to say the least. But
we both knew the risks.

She told me of them herself

before introducing me to this

dark life of ours,

where we both live under
a constant death sentence.

Bullshit! That's everyone.

True enough, we don't
get a special dispensation.

But oddly enough, the
lack of right that we face

the lack of clarity

deepens the mortal shadows,

sharpens them so they
cut us more deeply.

I don't expect
you to understand.

But with time

one comes to realize

that certain advantages may

perhaps outweigh

the risks that come with
this beautiful curse.

It's an exhilarating
level of freedom.

But one dearly bought,
remember her at her best.

I do.

Okay Dad. I get it.

Look, I don't think

I'll ever stop
blaming you entirely,

but I'll try.

That's all I'd ever
ask from you, son.

So,

I hope you're hungry.

It's time we got
reacquainted with some

wonderfully weird
sisters that I know.

Crown of Frank
fritters with baked potato soup

and pear and tuna salad.

So I tell him, "the
world can catch fire

rivers turn to blood,
but you absolutely have

to get sick the next
time you're in Montreal!

When you were
telling that story

you reminded me of
how cute you were

when you were a baby.

Yes! You were such a
sweet little baby boy.

Stop it.

This one kept us so busy.

When you could
pull yourself away

from your writing,
and your carousing.

Well, you saw to that.

Girls, our generation
got it from both ends.

No attention whatsoever
from our own parents

but we were expected to give
all of ours to our children.

Ain't that the truth.

You're lucky to have me.

Yes, you're
both so lucky to have

such wonderful children.

Indeed. When you
think of the world

populated by so many people

an unthinkable number of
people coming and going

being born and dying every day

It's just staggering.

Why would anyone

want to hang to
that unruly mess?

That teeming hoard of
suffering and pain?

And yet we do.

Something in us insists on it.

Maybe make an urge.

And then, we got a
new life on our hands.

Dependent on us, to
grow and flower forth

into this distinct,
unique individual

that the world has
never seen before.

You've got the world,
just kinda like an

infinity, and then you've
got infinity plus one.

And it is the plus ones that
make all the difference.

But all of this just
sounds really basic, right?

Simple,
yes. But hardly basic.

And it becomes extraordinary
when you realize

that this infinity of
people is just really

a collection of plus ones.

And you get vertigo really
quickly when you think about

this near infinity
of individual beings

each one a thinking
and feeling person.

It's like, it's like
being in the country

and looking up into
the sky at night

get lost in the
limitless distance,

the unfathomable
depth of starlight.

Edgar Allan Poe,

proved ingeniously,

that the universe was finite.

By the very simple
fact, that if it wasn't

there would be so many stars

that their aggregate
light would make the sky

look like one undifferentiated,
luminous white mass.

But, since it is finite,

we are tempted to
appreciate everyone,

though there are far too many

and yet each one of them, a name

and to care for
them on their own.

Now we're in for it.

Last night,
Alma and I experienced

the miracle that was
looking out at Vega,

the second brightest
star in the sky

and my favorite.

And it was, beautiful.

Although, I should
say one of my favorites

because who could
choose one single one

from all that beauty?

The second brightest.

Yes, the
second brightest.

Sirius, also known
as the Dog Star

shines far brighter.

And one evening,

you and I may experience

a Sirius, in all her
splendor and glory.

And while we would
have a similarly lovely

but entirely
different experience.

God, there's so many
stars in the sky.

There's Arcturus and Deneb.

The world has an uncountable
number of experiences.

That, is the real miracle.

Although it is
wrapped in a tragedy

because we want to
taste every one of them.

Thank you, thank
you. You're too kind.

What I'm really
dying to hear about is

what you two ladies
have been up to

all these years, aside
being hot cougars.

Oh, I don't know about
being a cougar, but

I've been busy with work and

Alma, has been busy
with other things.

I've been busy
aging gracefully.

How's that?

What?

How are you aging gracefully?

You just relax.
You should try it.

It's like magic.

Speaking of someone
developing nicely and

coming into his own star shine,

young Percy here has been
writing short stories.

So talented,
just like his father.

Well

Could we hear one
of your stories?

Thanks Dad. Just kinda
weird about this stuff.

Sorry,
I wasn't aware.

There's no reason to
feel self-conscious.

Yes! Percy,
we would love to hear

what you've been working on.

I've got one here with me,
but it's a little graphic.

Is it violent?

Mostly sexual.

Oh, fine by
me. Although Alma might

have to cover her ears
in the juicy parts.

I am a grown woman.

I can take whatever
you throw at me, man.

Okay. Consider
yourself warned.

Marvin smelled
home in the sheets

yet the bed was half empty.

He had been lying awake
and alone most of the night

wondering where his
wife Caroline could be.

Perhaps she had disappeared
to her friend Maggie's house

whom she often stayed with
when they were fighting.

He knew the number, but
it was too late to call.

His eyes fluttered
in the darkness

and his mind journeyed somewhere
he knew it should not go.

The memory of his
darling Caroline

cheating on him with a
man named Jerome Peterson.

Jerome was 6 ft 8 and
weighed 250 pounds.

It was a night just
like this one, actually

it had what Marvin thought
was a lover's quarrel.

Logical deduction had
brought him to the conclusion

that Jerome Peterson's
penis was well over

twice the size of his own

and he wondered how
it could possibly fit

in Caroline's tiny vagina.

Sorry to interrupt Percy but,

are the characters in your story

based on actual
people that you know?

Yes.

Please continue.

Thank you.

He knew the only way out of
this mental torture chamber

was persistent
violent masturbation

to an almost
inconceivable degree.

Alright, alright, alright.
I think we get the picture.

Don't get me wrong, dear boy.

Though it lacks subtlety,
taste and style,

the freedom you've
achieved, almost bravery

is astonishing and
certainly, commendable.

Brave.

And revealing.

And I'd like to hear the
rest of the story sometime.

Thank you. It'd
be my pleasure.

And now, according
to the European custom

it is time for the salad.

Unlike in America,
where the salad comes

barbarously, in my
opinion, before the meal.

Percy, created this
concoction on his own

and I think it's quite original.

Bon Appétit.

I was hesitant
to tell this next story

in front of Percy,
but since he has set

such a sterling standard
of artistic freedom,

I might as well.

This salad is boss.

Mmm,
really delicious.

We'll have to talk
about the recipe.

I'd be happy to. Thank you.

This story, is about
another kind of infinity

what philosophers
call, a bad infinity.

I was in Paris, not
recently but years ago

when I was in my 20s,

and a group of
friends of mine and I

decided to visit the
cemetery Père Lachaise.

As clueless and young literary
students often will do,

we also thought it was a
good idea, to drop acid.

That's intense.

Dad, I had no idea.

Do you like it?

Mmm, I'm getting to that.

So I was thinking
about Baudelaire

Wesley, are you alright?

I'll be fine, excuse me.

And the inversion of

artistic val-

values is,

is kinda like

kinda like a revenge on

Is there garlic in this?

Oh my God, yes, in the
dressing. I'm so sorry.

Forgot about your
allergy entirely.

Goddammit!

Goddammit!

Get him some water!

Goddammit! I'm more
than embarrassed!

I don't even know what to say.

Percy!

I thought I... spanked
you enough as a child.

Want me to spank you now?
Why would you do this?

It's just a joke.

I want you to go
out from this house!

Still selling the cabin.

You wouldn't dare!

Of course I would.

All you got tonight is what's
been coming to you, old man.

I wish you more of
the same. Goodnight.

Shut the door!

Shut the goddamn door!

Hey! He's cheating!

I'm not cheating, what
are you talking about?

That settles our
business. Cheating!

I have revealed
my true nature, Alma.

Now you understand who I am.

Why have you entered
the darkness, Alma?

Do you find it alone here?

Is there a way in, or out?

You have arrived, my dear.

Goddammit.

Damn it all to hell.

Hello?

Hi, Rose.

No, I'm fine.

You're gonna come tomorrow?

No, that's great. Just sudden.

So looks like Rose is
coming for a visit.

Really?

Oh, that's great. When?

Tomorrow.

Wow!

That's wonderful.

I wasn't sure where
the two of you stood.

We're just fine.

Well I'm glad.

You know, you two will
have so much to do

together with that
baby coming and all.

God, I wouldn't get
too excited about it.

Excited about what?

The baby! There's no baby.
She's not even pregnant yet.

Well, I'm sorry.

I didn't realize I wasn't
supposed to be happy

about my niece potentially
having a child.

You're excited, because
you never had a baby.

You probably resent
me for being a mother.

You're gonna resent Rose too,
if and when she's a mother.

That's ridiculous.
And that's insulting.

And it's just not true.

I'm not gonna argue
with you about it.

Where's all this animosity
coming from anyway?

Oh wait.

It's because of Wesley isn't it?

- What? No.
- No, that's it.

Even at this age, you're
still so immature.

To be honest with
you, I think Wesley's

behavior last night
was fucking weird.

And I think there's
something wrong with him.

Weird because
he has an allergy?

No, not that.

Oh, okay then.

Sounds to me like you're
just making it up because

God forbid he took an
interest in me and not you.

I really don't care who
he takes an interest in.

I got a bad feeling about it.

You know, you are
a real piece of work.

I don't know
if Elizabeth and I

will ever get along.

Yeah, I got a brother.

Haven't talked to
him in seven years.

It's a fucked up situation.

I bet.

Hey BJ, you remember what
you said about Wesley?

What about him?

I decided I definitely
don't like him.

I think there's
something wrong with him.

Ahh, fuck him.

Can't explain it.

Happened all of a sudden.

I don't think he's one of us.

What do you mean, you
don't think he gets high?

Definitely not.

But no I mean, you look
at that man long enough,

hard enough, just close enough

you'll see there's a
few tell-tale signs that

he got a lot of darkness.

- Aunt Liz!
- Oh Rose! My favorite niece!

You're only niece.

And hence
my favorite, come on in.

This is crazy. I
haven't been here in so long.

Oh, it's all the same.

The only thing that's
changed is ourselves.

So, Alma tells me you're
starting a family.

She told you that? Wow.

Well, yes. We've
been talking about it

and we are headed
in that direction.

Well, that is great.

Yeah, the clock is
ticking, as they say.

It's
a big step for you.

Thanks, I know.

Thomas has been
really good about

helping me move on from my past.

And I'm out of that
place and I finally feel

responsible enough to take
on that kind of life change.

It's been five years.

That's amazing. I
am so proud of you

It's nothing
to be proud of.

Take me that long just
to learn how to live

like a normal person again but

I appreciate it, and
I also appreciate

how great you look!

Oh, please. I
look like Big Bird.

You're the one who's glowing.

No, you've always
been so beautiful.

I just hope that
I'm half the fox

you are whenever I'm your age.

Hi Rose.

Hi Mom.

Whole lobsters
with jello salad and diced yams.

Ladies.

Forgive me.

I'm sorry to be late.

The muse has her own demands.

Quite alright.
We just sat down.

Were you able to get
much writing done?

I was, thank you.

Wesley.

This is Rose.

Ahh, Rose. Forgive
me if I speak too directly

but you look now
as she did then.

A radiant sun on your own.

Wow, you weren't
lying when you

said he had a silver tongue.

My mother was very beautiful.
So that's high praise.

I can take a compliment
whenever I find one.

Wesley, I've heard plenty
about you over the years.

You have a son,
who's also a writer.

Yes, my Percy. What
can I say, I'm flattered

that he has decided to
follow in my footsteps.

Where? Did he go?

Alma!

He had
commitments in the city.

Perhaps another time.

Rose has always been a
fascinating, young woman.

She attended Julliard for dance.

Ballet or modern?

Mainly modern. I can't
say that I've gotten

much use out of my degree
since I got married.

But dancing used to be my thing.

Oh, she was brilliant! And
she worked so hard at it too.

Oh, and Tom? He
is such a nice boy.

It's a shame he couldn't come.

This is just a short visit.

And they're planning
on having a child.

Oh my God!

It's okay, Mom.

It's just a matter of
time at this point because

it's already been discussed.

My fear about dancing is that

if I ever got the bug
back, it would be difficult

if I wanted to
teach or something.

Thomas has always
wanted lots of kids and

I have to say, I like
the sound of that.

Well, I hope you two
find a happy medium.

Marriage is, after all,
an exercise in compromise.

But of course, the heart
wants what the heart wants.

Oh, you say that phrase too.

I probably use it too much.

Oh, Rose. Tell us about
the house you renovated, hmm?

Well of course,
Thomas couldn't have

just an ordinary home, because
that would be too easy.

He had to have this
old retro-styled home

that he did so much work.

I kept telling that it
was gonna be years before

we could get into that
house and we'll probably

have children by that
time and it's going to be

difficult shuffling kids
around and moving back

Wesley had long
forgotten that familiar feeling

that possessed him that evening.

Rose's beauty was unmatched.

Enough to light a
fire in his heart.

My sister. My child.

How sweet to dream we
lived there as lovers do.

To kiss as we choose.

To love and to dream in
that land resembling you.

Wesley, would you like
to go for a walk with me?

I feel like getting out.

Oh! Of course.

Great.

- I
- never get to do this.

What's that?

Just walk, and
enjoy the night air.

You probably work too much.

That's the impression I get.

That's probably true.
I've always been busy.

And I've always enjoyed
the colder weather.

Alma would say it was
because I had a cold heart.

I don't think you
have a cold heart Elizabeth.

Maybe it's only sleeping.

Oh, thank you kind sir.

I think it's
starting to warm up.

I think it's wonderful
the way that you

and Alma have remained so close.

It's sad. I'm
really all she has.

Especially now that
Rose has her own life.

I hate to think what
Rose's having a baby

is going to do to
Alma's mental state.

What do you mean?

Alma has problems.

Lots of neurological problems.

Psychosomatic symptoms.

She's a psychiatrist's
gold mine,

kind of a walking pharmacy.

I was not aware.

She does a very
good job at hiding it.

Especially around people
she's trying to impress.

But then of course,
the people who love her

like Rose and I, we
have to come in and

pick up the pieces
when she falls apart.

I had no idea her
condition was so serious.

Oh, I shouldn't
have said anything.

I don't mean to paint
her in a negative light.

Often we take our
mind for granted.

It's only human to depend on it.

It can be impossible
to set loose our demons

even at the moment of death.

I'm terrified of death.

But I'm even more
terrified of being alone.

You are not alone,
dear Elizabeth.

I don't know why I'm
opening up to you like this.

Maybe it's your
heart speaking,

now that it's waking up.

Maybe so.

You don't need
to resign yourself

to becoming accustomed
to being cold.

And you don't need to
look away from me as if

looking at me is
something dangerous.

As I've noticed.

I also noticed that spirit
in those eyes of yours.

Sometimes, it appears
to be frolicking

in a distant land
unknown to you.

I have always loved
the dancing glory

in your eyes, dear Elizabeth.

And I've always enjoyed
the way you insist

on looking into them.

Mom, you can't
do what you're doing.

I know what you're
going on about. I'm fine.

You can't live here.

I've always found
it peaceful here.

Of course it's peaceful
here, it's a vacation property.

You can't live on vacation.

I need a vacation.

Does Elizabeth know that
you've been here for two years?

And that you sold the
condo in the city?

She will only judge.

She will be right to judge.

Maybe the two of you
could get together.

And you could start
a judging club.

We're just
looking out for you.

When was the last
time you saw a doctor

instead of self-medicating?

I knew that was coming.

I was just waiting for it.

"Mom's crazy, let's
get her some help".

I don't need to see any doctors,

as long as I'm out here.

Mom, you're alone out here.

It's not true.

I have Otis.

And BJ.

BJ Beavers?
Mom, Otis is a dog.

And BJ Beavers is just a
little crazier that you are.

Well there you have it.

Why did you make it
so hard to love you?

To care about you, huh?

I can see why Dad gave up.

You know, of all
of the hateful things

that you've said tonight,

that takes the cake.

I'm sorry.

But I'm not sorry.
You need to hear it.

What I need, is
for the two of you

to stay out of my
fucking business.

You're deteriorating
right in front of us

and no one can do
anything about it because

you won't let us.

I have bad blood.

And what can you
say about that, huh?

It is what it is.

You realize that doesn't
even mean anything, right?

Where have you been?

I was out walking with Wesley.

Is that something we
should be celebrating?

Why are you glowing?

Because he was
kind to me Alma.

Do you remember what that was
like? Being kind to someone?

I told you, I had
reservations about him

and you went out
with him anyway.

My God, I don't
need your permission.

Your jealousy is
making you insane.

A man comes around here and
notices me for a change.

You are making an
ass of yourself

in front of your own daughter.

This is still the
visit I have planned.

You have lost your
goddamn mind Alma.

You need help.
Professional help.

This is not even
about Wesley any more.

This is about you and your
little fucking machinations.

You're sick!

You caused quite a stir
around here, Mr. Wesley.

It's in my nature, I suppose.

Aren't you going
to invite me in?

Well, no. Do you have
plans to behave yourself?

Don't be ridiculous.

I've always wondered what
this place looks like

on the inside.

Can I offer you a drink?

Certainly.

I'll have whatever
you're having.

You don't strike me as
much of a need enthusiast.

Perhaps, a glass of sensair.

That's
fine too. Whatever.

Your mother and your
aunt are lovely women.

You come from good stock.

You should be thankful for them.

Should I?

They both care
about you a great deal.

Hmm. I don't
think that it's me

that they care about.
I think it's you.

You must know that they're
both in love with you.

That surprises
me. I haven't done

anything to warrant
their affections.

Although I would be
happy to reap them

in a manner of speaking.

I don't think
either of them deserve you.

I used to be a drug addict.

But I bet they didn't
tell you that either.

No, they did not.

They like to fill
people's minds with rainbows

and kitty cats whenever
it comes to a family.

No one's
perfect, my dear

Well, you seem to have
that pretty well figured out.

If only you knew what
my son Percy thinks of me.

Oh, I'm sad that
I didn't get to meet him.

Is he as charismatic as you?

Sadly, no. I'm afraid
it is not in his blood.

He must take after his mother.

He takes after someone.

I saw you looking at me.

When?

At the table.

I saw the way you
were looking at me.

Forgive me if my gaze
lingered too long on you.

It's not often that I am
confronted with such a marvel.

I didn't mean to
stare. But you remind

me so much of your mother
when we were children.

Did you fuck her?

- Your mother?
- Mmm.

No, no I did not.

Why not?

You must've thought
she was pretty enough.

The fates did not
smile on us that way.

Are you going to fuck my aunt?

For such a bright young woman,

I find you crudely inquisitive.

I've never had a
problem getting answers.

What are you waiting
on, Mr. Wesley?

Rose left without
saying goodbye.

She probably got
tired of our bickering.

I would've left too.

Yet you're still here.

Seeing Wesley tonight.

Yeah, well you shouldn't.

Not doing that again.

BJ thinks there's
something not right about him.

He's changed. I'm not
sure he's even human.

You have lost your
goddamn mind, Alma.

I have seen this coming for
years, ever since your divorce.

But now, I don't even
know what to say.

You are sick.

I'm extending my
stay and we are going

to see the doctor tomorrow.

I don't need to
see a doctor, man.

No, no. You got Doctor BJ
Beavers across the street.

He can diagnose you. He
can fill your head with

ghouls and goblins and
aliens, whatever else

you wanna believe.
And all the while,

your mind, your mind's
disintegrating Alma

to the point where
you're gonna end up

in a mental institution.

But you're already
in one, aren't you?

This cabin.

It's your own private
insane asylum.

Yeah, that's right. Rose
told me you sold the condo?

Sick about that, I wish
you would've told me

I would've helped you.

Well, this is my cabin too.

And I'm going to insist that

you get the fuck out of it.

You can't fucking
make me leave.

Roast
chicken with pastry

and deviled eggs
with shrimp garnish.

Angel or siren spirit.

I don't care.

As long as velvet
eyes and perfumed head

and glimmering motions,
so my queen can make

the world less dreadful
and the time less dead.

That's beautiful.

Thank you. It's Baudelaire,
from Les Fleurs du mal.

And of course, you
have all these memorized?

They're easy to remember.

I imagine everything
is easy for you Wesley.

I suppose that
you're curious about

why I invited you
here this evening.

I think I have a good idea.

Well, as

enticing as you appear

I'm a little hesitant
to divulge to you

the true nature of
our little soiree.

You don't go to
many soirees do you.

On the contrary,
I had been host to

some of the most extravagant
revels in all of France.

Really.

No, not really. I'm,
I'm afraid you're right

about me and the parties.

There's no need to be afraid.

And I'm right about
a lot of things.

Yes.

Elizabeth,

tonight has

evolved into a

Ménage à trois.

There is someone, that I
would like you to meet.

Oh.

Oh my God. Is that your wife?

Elizabeth, may I
present, my Genevieve.

Behold, this is the
first time that she

has been able to walk in years.

I had her discharged
and delivered here

earlier this evening
after a surprise

phone call from the hospital.

Wesley,
this is a shock.

She can dine with us.

We'll have to assist
her of course.

Would you mind trying
to help feed her

while I pour us more wine?

It is superb to have
her back with us again.

The doctors say she will
continue to improve over time.

Of course, her mind
will never recover.

I have a feeling that
the bad blood will slowly

but surely, evacuate
from her system.

I haven't phoned Percy yet.

But I imagine he will be
thrilled with the news.

And to recovery.

Wesley, I think
I should go and

leave you alone with your wife.

Nonsense, she's
not even cognitive.

Yes, but don't you think
this is a little odd?

Elizabeth, if this
makes you uncomfortable

you and I could return
to another room.

The only way
through the heart

is with a wooden stake.

That's what I was told.

Never killed
anything before.

I have.

The other day it was a snake.

Saw it laying there
in a dormant state

so I snuck up behind
it, stabbed it right

in the back of the head.
Popped its head off.

How'd
that make you feel?

Good. I hate snakes.

This Wesley,

you gotta look at him
like he's a snake.

You come up into that
place with something

in your mind, he's gonna see it.

He'll know you're
there to kill him.

I already thought of that.

Creatures of the
night are malignant species.

They don't love the same
things we love, Alma.

They don't have love
for love itself.

A lot of people can't get
into the feelings of a hunter.

But that's exactly what
you're gonna have to do.

Then I better get prepared.

Where are you going, Alma?

Tonight, he walks as
one of the living dead.

It's inconceivable to me,
that you've never married.

All men
are assholes, Wesley.

I'd imagine you
already knew that.

Not all men.

Can I confess
something to you?

Please.

When you invited
me over here tonight,

I thought I had won.

Won what?

Because you were always
so much closer with Alma

growing up, I didn't
think I had a chance.

And then you started
paying attention to me

for whatever reason.

I thought I had won.

You truly are, unpredictable.

I was foolish.

My feelings for you are my
heart's truth, Elizabeth.

I wish you weren't
such a perfect man.

We're halves of
the same whole.

You are the very
image of perfection.

Okay, yeah, no,
no. I can't do this.

- What is the matter?
- No, this isn't right.

I can't do this with
you, not with her here.

It isn't right.
It's disrespectful.

It's weird. It's wrong.

You can't go.

I can't do this.
This is too much.

- No, you cannot leave.
- Wesley, please let me go!

Now, listen. Calm down, take
a breath and listen to me.

I know you want this.

And if at anytime,

my company displeases you,

just remember that there's
only you who is to blame.

Cherry,
cherry cheese pie.

Wesley?

Wesley?

Alma?

I brought a pie.
Your favorite.

A cherry, cherry cheese pie.

You remembered!

Thank you.

It was my pleasure.

My goodness!

I thought Elizabeth was here.

Alma,

I know that you and
your sister had had

a sort of rivalry, and
I just want you to know

that I would not do anything
to come between you.

There's nothing coming
between me and my sister, man.

Wait, but she said there was,

kind of a competition.

There's no competition.

Fair enough.

Sorry I brought it up.

I know what you are.

Oh?

I know exactly what you are.

I know your little tricks.
I know your little games.

And I want you to
tell me right now,

where the hell my sister is?

Alma, I don't think
I appreciate your tone.

You killed her, didn't you?

Are you stoned?

You drank her blood,
because that's what you do.

That's exactly what you do.

And, "oh Rose,
you're so beautiful".

That is my daughter!

What?

I got it, didn't I?

You're a freak. Admit it.

You're a goddamn vampire.

And you look, fucking stupid.

Alma, listen to me.

Your daughter and your sister
are very concerned about you.

You need to seek some
kind of professional help.

You are not with us.

I know that what
I feel is real.

I'm sure you believe that

but you're not clear and
everyone can see it except you.

Honestly, you're wrong.

And you, are an evil,

evil man.

I'm evil? You seriously
believe that I am evil?

Yeah, with every
fiber of my being.

You know why I
chose Elizabeth?

I don't care.

Because she is
stronger than you.

And more interesting
in every way.

You are weak.

Alma

You might be the weakest
person that I have ever known.

And you would die without
Elizabeth and Rose

just like you died
after your divorce.

Your kind is always
marked for the harvest,

ripe for the feasting
by those of us

far, far superior to you.

You,

will always be,

the hunted!

As for me, I will always be the

What'd you say Wesley?

What did you say, little bitch?

What the hell
did you do, Alma?

Oh my God! Jesus fucking Christ.

You finally lost
your fucking mind.

What did you do, Alma?!

Alma.

You two
ladies need any help?

You!
You stay away from us!

You've done nothing but
ruin my sister's mind!

Look at this! Do you see this?

This is what you've done!

You've caused a
man to die tonight!

Go away!

Alma.

Alma!

Everyone needs a witness.

And you'll be witness to this.

Witness to what?

She shines for
you now, Elizabeth.