Thoroughbreds (2017) - full transcript

Wait here.

Lily!

I'll be right there.

Lily!

Lily!

Lily!

Hi, Lily.

Hi. Uh,

I'm sorry, you just...

Is this your sword?

Uh, no.

It's, uh,

it's my stepdad's.

You look different.

Yeah?

You look good.

Thanks.

So do you...

Well, okay, should we, uh,

get started?

"Despite his lack

of experience in the field,

Jared's contributions

to the project

were spectral."

And does that make sense?

Is Jared a ghost?

- No.

- How do you know?

It doesn't say

he's not a ghost.

Um...

so the answer is B,

"significant".

- This test is intolerable.

- You're doing great.

I'm better at applied skills.

- I have business savvy.

- Totally.

I think my best option

at this point

would be to skip college

and just to sort of

- Steve Jobs my way through life.

- That's an idea.

You're good at this, though.

Better than my actual tutor.

How much are you charging?

What are you talking about?

I'm not charging you.

We're hanging out.

Okay. So, uh,

moving on

to passage comprehension.

Do you wanna read, or should I?

You start.

Okay.

"From Paul Revere

to the Marlboro Man,

one image has maintained

a firm hold

on the American imagination.

As closely tied to notions of

liberty as any flag or eagle,

the horse..."

You know what, actually

this is longer than we need.

Let's do a short one.

Do you have any food here?

So, yeah,

I'm lucky to be at a school

that values

learning outside

of the classroom.

And you just finished

all your classwork early?

- Yup.

- Was it hard?

No.

Trying to wrap my head

around mutual funds

and credit swaps

was the hard part.

Anyway...

Shall we?

Leave it.

I'm sorry

if I acted funny

about that passage.

It's only weird

if you make it weird.

Well, I just figured

you might not wanna

talk about it.

- Why?

- Well,

I guess you're...

feeling a lot of...

feelings, uh, right now.

It's fresh.

Well, that's the funny thing,

actually.

- I really don't.

- Don't what?

Feel anything.

Like, you're numb?

Like you don't have

any negative feelings...

Like I don't have

any feelings, ever.

- Sure, you do.

- I mean...

sometimes I feel hungry

or tired.

But, like, joy, guilt?

I really don't have

any of those.

I don't understand.

Yeah, it's hard to explain.

It's really only recently

that I've been able

to admit it to myself.

Because I've gotten so good

at watching

and imitating

other people's emotions

that I sort of tricked myself

into believing I have them,

but I don't.

So that's a, um...

A what?

A disorder or something?

Oh. Well,

the shrink would sure

like it to be.

First it was borderline

personality,

then severe depression,

yesterday, she said

it was antisocial

with schizoid tendency.

She's basically just flipping

to random pages of the DSM-5

and throwing medications at me.

But I have a perfectly

healthy brain.

It just doesn't

contain feelings.

And that doesn't necessarily

make me a bad person.

It just means I have to work

a little harder

than everyone else to be good.

Oh, uh...

- Two hours?

- Yeah.

Glad you set an alarm

to make sure

we didn't hang out

longer than intended.

Oh, no... I mean, it...

I have this thing with my mom...

You know, I have my mom's

email password.

- Sorry?

- It means I read

her inbox daily.

I saw your thread with her.

How she had to bump up

from a hundred

to two hundred an hour

to get you to do this.

Just next time,

don't say you're not charging.

She was desperate to set up

a playdate, by the way.

She's been trying for two weeks.

You could have gotten

five hundred out of her

if you'd stood pat.

"...but the America

I found when I got off the plane

was nothing like

Mother's stories.

Cars stood in lines

along ill-maintained highways

and gangs

of slump-shouldered men

tossed dice in alleyways.

I didn't know whether to feel

betrayed by my mother,

or to feel grief that,

even as imperfect

as this new land might be,

she wasn't here to see it."

Okay. So, how would you

summarize that passage?

- Bad.

- No.

Uh, not evaluate,

just summarize.

You make the arrangement

by phone this time?

- What are you talking about?

- No email

with my mom about payment.

I'm not getting paid this time.

I don't want payment.

What do you want?

Nothing. I just

wanted to see you.

Lily.

I'm gonna go ride.

You mind telling your mom...

Um, Amanda, this is Mark.

Mark, this is Amanda.

Nice to meet you.

Yeah.

Did you need something?

No.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay, so question nine,

"The author's attitude

towards her mother's jade box

can be primarily described as..."

Wow.

Wow, what?

You hate him.

Um...

So it's "A, solemn.

B, contemptuous..."

You despise him.

No, we...

have our differences,

but I'm trying very hard

to have a pleasant

and mature relationship

with him.

Hmm.

So, "C, sardonic.

D, ambivalent..."

Because he's rich?

- Excuse me?

- Because he leaves you

envelopes of money?

Okay, that was for

my broken laptop.

He doesn't just leave me

envelopes of money...

Okay, but you and your mom

must still know

that it's in your best interest

to keep him happy.

Okay, I... actually,

I think we're done here.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

I just think you should

be honest about your feelings.

Otherwise it starts coming out

in passive-aggressive ways.

Like, for instance,

you start inviting

your creepy friend over

to make him mad.

- That's not why you're here.

- Of course it is.

Look, if that's how you feel,

then why don't you go

ask your mom to buy you

another friend?

I'm sure you're just rolling

in options.

The answer is "D,

ambivalent."

That's right.

You know, my friend

taught me this trick,

where whenever it says

"ambivalent" on the SAT,

that's the answer.

You're not hurt?

It's the first honest thing

you've said to me

since sixth grade.

You're incredibly off-putting

and you freak me out.

There you go.

In kind of

a fascinating way,

like a YouTube video

of a giant zit being popped

or a baby born without a face.

Love those videos.

You actually smell

kind of weird.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Have you showered?

- Only every couple of days,

lately.

But no one said anything

so I thought

I was getting away with it.

You're not.

Not sorry I tried.

How's that feel?

Really good.

Seems like it.

Well, we should actually

probably get back to work.

- Sorry.

- No...

Sorry. That was just sudden.

It looked like an attack.

- No, I was trying...

- Right...

Come here.

Why do you do this to me,

Frank?

- Yikes.

- What?

That's the worst

fake crying I've ever seen.

Do you have to go?

I have to go, Paula. I know...

- She's...

- All right, go...

- Trying.

- Go anywhere you like.

You can go to blazes

for all I care.

Paula.

Paula.

- Look, that's better.

- Yes, I know I'm...

- I'm being foolish.

- Actually,

that might not even be fake.

It is.

No, look,

those are real tears.

She's just using The Technique.

The what?

Come on, fix your face.

We'll go down to Eddie's

and have a drink.

I mean, maybe she actually

fell in love with the actor.

And they're fucking

between takes, and...

it's the last week of shooting,

so she knows

she has to return home

to her loveless

1940s marriage, and...

The Technique.

Holy shit.

Yeah.

You can just...

do that on cue?

Years of practice.

Can you teach me?

So you basically

have to learn

all the automatic,

like, processes

that get triggered when you cry,

and then sort of manually

generate each one.

It feeds back to the brain,

and then the tears

just come naturally.

You finished boarding school

by March.

Don't act like

this is confusing.

Okay.

Where does it start?

Right here.

Tiny gulps of air.

It's like

you're choking yourself...

from the inside.

- Is it working?

- No.

- Hi, Mark.

- Hi, Mark.

Where's your mother?

Some work-party thing.

What work-party thing?

I don't know.

Some work-party thing.

I didn't know your mom worked.

Come talk to me upstairs,

please.

Okay.

After the next commercial break.

- Now.

- I don't wanna leave

- Amanda alone.

- Amanda will be fine here alone.

I'm quite afraid of the dark.

How long are you here, Amanda?

My mom's gonna pick me up

around midnight.

Hmm.

Midnight's late for us.

Lily can give you

a ride home now.

Two teens in one car,

at night?

That's an accident

waiting to happen.

Yeah. I mean, we're always

turning up the radio

- super loud...

- Texting while driving.

I'll call your mom.

She can come pick you up now.

- She's busy.

- Doing what?

Chemotherapy.

'Night.

You ever talk to your mom?

- About what?

- Him.

What would I even say?

The way he makes you feel.

You'd think that

would matter to her?

You'd think...

Just grabbin' my juice.

His juice?

It's a cleanse.

Three weeks out of the month

he pounds steak,

and the last week

he juices exclusively.

- Is that healthy?

- I think

you're only supposed to do it

once a year.

Hopefully, one of these days

he'll just...

juice himself to death.

What's that?

The ergometer.

The what?

The ergometer.

It's like a rowing machine.

He's on that thing at all hours.

I think

it's a deliberate effort

to make me lose my fucking mind.

Tell me, Frank, what is it?

Give me a chance to fight back.

Just give me a chance.

Come on.

Let's go steal

some of his wine.

You ever think about

just killing him?

I mean, no.

You could at least

consider it.

- No.

- Just weigh the pros and cons.

- No.

- Why don't you consider

all options?

Yeah. Not,

like, murder.

Yeah, sure it's outside the box,

but you can only get so far

thinking how

everyone else thinks.

Look at Steve Jobs.

- What?

- I'm just going off

what you're giving me.

It's a cost-benefit analysis.

It seems like you could generate

a lot of benefit

for a lot of people.

Except I'd spend the rest

of my life in jail.

Why are you assuming

you'd get caught?

I should not have

to explain this.

Probably what

people said to Columbus

when he was like,

"I think the world is round,

instead of flat and

surrounded by dragons."

They were like, "No, dumbass,

we shouldn't have

to explain this."

It's probably what people said

to Steve Jobs when he was like,

"This MP3 player

is also a phone."

Okay, can we please

stop talking about Steve Jobs?

Steve Jobs never fucking

murdered someone.

I think most of this

country's moral norms

comes from weird

old Puritan bullshit.

A human life

isn't some sacred thing.

There's nothing holy

about a dick and a vaj

getting together and

spitting out a little dude.

If that dude causes

more bad than good,

then he's like a, you know...

a piece of malfunctioning

machinery.

A lame horse.

Right.

Should be taken out back

and put down.

- See? You get it.

- You know what you sound like?

- What?

- A Nazi.

I had to leave school

before we did World War II

but I think it was about race,

with them?

I think you should leave.

- Why?

- I just...

think you should.

- I don't get it.

- You don't have to.

You're sure?

Okay.

Nice and slow.

That's the way

I wanna see you go, Bigelow,

nice and slow.

Anticline Capital Partners.

Hey, how's it going?

It's going fine, ma'am.

How can I help you?

Yeah, I'm just calling

about your, um,

your internship program.

To my knowledge, we don't have

an internship program.

What about Lily?

What about who?

Front desk.

Hi, this is Andover?

Uh, yes, how can I help you?

This is Rhonda

with Edible Arrangements.

We just had an issue

with a delivery,

and wanted to confirm

a student mailing address.

All right.

You do have a "Lily Reynolds"

at the school?

Would you like me

to repeat the question?

That student is actually...

Hold on one minute. I'm going

to transfer your call.

Okay.

Ma'am,

what did you say your name was?

Ma'am?

Mom?

Lily.

Don't yell...

in the house.

Sorry.

Where's Mom?

Oh, hi.

What is this?

Oh, Mark put it in on Wednesday.

I need your car keys.

Sure. They're in my jeans.

Which are somewhere.

Oh, by the way, I booked us

a spa trip in two weeks.

I hope you'll join me.

How long have you been in here?

Um, not long.

Mark likes it

when I have a little color.

I'm going out.

...she turns out

to be this crazy person

and it's just fucking like...

How could you do that?

It's her own horse.

Are you fucking kidding me?

That's crazy!

I mean, uh, it must be really

crazy for you

because you guys were friends

and everything, so it's like...

Uh, yeah, but like

a million years ago, so...

If you need someone to,

you know, talk to...

You've seen the pictures, right?

- No.

- Zach Friedrich's dad

is part-owner of the stable.

He found the, like, the photos.

His dad was sending them

to their lawyer.

So, Zach sent them to Connor

and Connor obviously sent them

to 10 other people.

She's fucking 15, dude!

Yes, and that's plenty old

enough to decide

who she wants to hang out with.

So, I'm sorry if your girlfriend

would rather...

She's not

my girlfriend, all right?

She's my fucking sister!

All right,

well, whatever she is.

She is an intelligent,

like, being

who can make up her own mind

about the people

she wants to hang out with.

Am I wrong?

What the fuck

is he even doing here?

Whoa. "What the fuck

am I even doing here"?

I am providing you all

with early drug experiences

that you will forever cherish.

That's what the fuck I'm doing.

- And who the fuck are you?

- You went to school

- with my cousin.

- Okay, great. What's his name?

This guy did fucking jail time.

Statutory rape.

He fucked someone our age

when he was 25.

All right. All right.

All right. All right.

I was 23.

You gorilla-faced dumbass!

Hey, put that fucking phone

away!

You know what? I refuse.

I refuse...

put the fucking phone away!

I refuse to stand trial in front

of this kangaroo court... fuck.

Shit! Fuck!

- Fuck you!

- Fucking evil children.

Oh, shit, fucking children.

Goddammit...

Is this your car?

Let me get out of your way.

Unless, um,

- you want in on this?

- No.

I see that glimmer.

- Don't be ashamed.

- I'm good. Thanks.

- I'm Tim.

- I'll...

I'll call the cops.

All right.

You know, I saw you

earlier in the night back there.

Keeping to yourself.

Something is weighing on you.

- Let's talk it out.

- No.

Come on.

I'm a really good listener.

I really have to go.

Where did you go to school?

I board.

And it makes you miserable.

It's like a glorified

fuckin' prison.

You ever think

about dropping out?

- Why would I do that?

- It's what I did.

Followed my, uh,

entrepreneurial instincts.

It's the best decision

I ever made.

Clearly.

You know, the thing about

this town is...

the sawdust smells fantastic,

but you are still

in a hamster cage.

Meanwhile, out there,

there are more billionaires

under 30

than at any moment

in human history.

It's our time,

motherfucker.

- Well, hello, you!

- Hi.

Did she...

Did you come here to...

- Did she do something?

- Uh, no.

No, I'm, I'm just here

to say hi.

Oh.

What... come on in.

Come in.

She's out back.

What's she doing out there?

I don't know.

...believe as

much of that delicious stem,

which has the same flavor

as the artichoke heart,

and also looks really cool.

Just hit him.

- What?

- Just hit him.

...we cut straight across

into thin pieces.

Now at this point

you can eat this raw.

And I often make a little salad

that we use

with a little lemon juice

and a little extra virgin

and olive oil

and eat them

with something called bresaola,

which is air-dried beef.

Twenty-five.

Bullshit. It was 30.

Fine. Thirty.

Hey, um...

so...

that thing you said

the other night.

Which thing?

About Mark.

Yeah?

Well,

you said something like,

"Why are you assuming

you'd get caught?"

Uh-huh.

So, like...

hypothetically,

if you were going to do it,

how would you...

do it?

Well, I wouldn't...

do it.

That's what you want me to say.

I don't want you

to say anything.

Just asking.

I do think that

you could be...

more honest.

"The mounting pressure

of my coursework,

combined with the emotional toll

of losing my father..."

You don't have to read

it out loud.

"...drove me

to confuse the thin line

between research

and plagiarism."

How about you just say:

"Drove me to go online

and find...

Okay, I really don't

need your line edits.

Then why are you asking me

to read it?

Because I need

a parent's signature

on my reapplication form.

Right, but...

What?

We've been having

the conversation

about next year, and...

we feel really good

about Brookmore.

He has a friend

who's on the board

and they're really

very good at...

Brookmore

is a place for girls

with very severe

behavioral issues.

How is this even part

of the conversation?

- That's not true.

- If I'm not readmitted,

then I'm staying local.

We, um...

We think you'd do really well

in a supportive environment.

- He doesn't want me here.

- No...

No, that's not it at all.

You know how much effort

he puts in every day

getting closer to you.

I got admitted

into Andover, I've...

You were admitted

to Andover

because your dad

wrote them a check.

This is a not a conversation.

We've already made

the down payment.

- I'm fine.

- Honey,

you can't go in

looking like that.

- I'm fine.

- Let me just fix it...

I'm fine. Ow.

Are you gonna make me

repeat myself?

- Don't do that...

- Are you gonna make me

repeat myself?

I said I'm fucking fine!

I was just trying to help.

Do you speak English?

Or am I gonna have

to stand here all day

like a fucking robot

repeating myself.

"I'm fine. I'm fine.

I'm fine. I'm fine!"

Jesus Christ!

I saw the photos.

Oh.

You're not gonna say anything?

What do you want me to say?

I guess I didn't realize

you did it like that.

Well, that's not

how I wanted it to go.

- Well, what did you to happen?

- Obviously,

I wanted to get it done

by a vet.

He was never gonna walk again.

But you know my mom.

She's the type of person

that gets weepy

when she imagines her horse

going to sleep

and never waking up.

And when a...

weak moral character like that

runs your household...

But still, you didn't have to...

Well, if the Midazolam

Hydrochloride had worked

- like it was supposed to...

- The what?

The Midazolam Hydrochloride.

If it had worked

like it was supposed to,

then it just would have been...

Unfortunately,

quality control on black-market

drugs is poor.

Honeymooner

was going into convulsions.

He was bucking hard

and he broke the splint.

And then he...

broke the other leg, too.

But you don't wanna

hear about this.

By that point,

it just became a question

of ending it as quickly

as possible.

And I Googled methods

of execution.

I didn't have a gun,

so that was out.

But...

in Mexico,

they use something

called a "puntilla."

A what?

A puntilla.

It's like a curved blade.

Like an ice pick.

You jam it behind

the cervical vertebrae,

and they go limp.

And you had a puntilla?

Kinda.

It stopped

the convulsions, but...

the problem with puntilla

execution is,

it doesn't actually kill

the horse,

it just paralyzes them.

And obviously I didn't want that

for Honeymooner.

So, I climbed on top of him,

he was on the ground

at this point,

and I started cutting away

the flesh of his neck.

The goal was to get to the spine

as quickly as possible

and it took some time.

The muscle had a lot

of gristle in it

and the knife got dull

pretty quickly,

but...

but I got there...

And then I...

I just stood up and I...

got my foot...

into a position where I

could kick downwards, and...

Sorry.

No, it's, um...

I think it felt right.

That it was me who did it.

After all the years

I'd spent with that horse.

I just put my head down, and...

looked at it

as completing a task.

I think we should do it.

Really?

Really.

And you're looking at me.

Only because

you're the only person here.

I do think you'd be good

at it, though.

I mean, with the kind

of composure you showed with...

Hey. Hey!

Amanda.

- Amanda, where are you going?

- I don't know

why you're saying all this now.

I think you might be saying it

- because you're emotional.

- Why am I emotional?

I don't know. You just never

really tell me

- anything about your life.

- That's not true...

But that doesn't stop you

from asking me to kill

- someone for you.

- That's not what I'm asking!

You do realize that I'm the very

worst person to do this.

I'm awaiting trial

for animal cruelty.

If anything violent happens

anywhere near me,

I'm the first person

they will come after.

- Okay. I get that.

- If we were going to do this,

we'd both need to be far away

with airtight alibis.

Um...

we are here to visit

one of your guests.

Name, please.

- My name?

- The resident's name.

Oh, um...

That...

- that would be, uh...

- Ms. Jones.

Thank you.

How did you find me?

- Asked around.

- Asked around...

That is

so fucking unprofessional.

You know, I wouldn't...

I wouldn't...

normally make a sale

under these circumstances.

Good thing you need

the business.

I don't need the business.

Okay.

Th...

This is a temporary gig.

Fun.

I have had to hustle

for everything that I have.

You don't know

- where I come from.

- Westchester.

- Amanda...

- Fuck off.

You have no idea.

Give me five,

max ten years,

I will be running this game.

All up the coast,

I will be the guy.

- You got a creepy friend.

- I know.

- We done here...

- You got a gun?

Why do you care if I have a gun?

Just curious.

If you're planning to run

the game in a few years

I imagine it might involve,

you know, violence.

Well, it's not gonna involve

business lunches and golf.

So, you must have a gun.

None of your fucking business.

What, are you trying to get me

in trouble?

- I bet he doesn't have one.

- Yeah,

- I bet he's got like a...

- A spork.

- You packin' a spork?

- Fuck no,

I am not packing a spork.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Yes,

I have a gun.

- Multiple guns?

- Multiple gun...

No! One! One gun!

What, am I, fucking Rambo?

Do you have it on you?

- Why do you care?

- He's lying.

I have a gun.

Good.

- Why "good?"

- Because then Lily

has a business proposition

for you.

Tim.

What?

So, you'll come in

through here.

You'll break it.

Use a brick or a heavy stone.

You're sure it'll break?

Yeah.

A tree branch came through

the other one last summer.

All right.

Well, that'll be loud.

Yeah. And that's the point.

He'll wake up

and he'll likely come in

through here.

And then you will...

Right?

- Am I missing something?

- No, you got it.

I didn't think

you'd bring it here.

You don't like it?

Please don't point

that thing at me.

Is it loaded?

You wanna hold it?

No, thanks.

Come on.

Anyway, you'll shoot.

You'll grab some stuff,

make it look like a robbery,

and then you'll run out

the way you came.

- Then I'll go to my car.

- Yeah.

Am I gonna trip an alarm?

There's no reason

you'd set one.

The neighbors will call

the cops.

I doubt it.

There's no one especially close.

You ever heard a gunshot,

sweetheart?

Plus sound carries

over the water.

Then drive away quickly.

"Then drive away quickly."

Middle of the night in a quiet

neighborhood like this.

What am I?

Supposed to get lost in traffic?

Drive away at a moderate speed

without your headlights on.

No one will be able

to ID your car.

Yeah, and slam into a tree,

on these windy fucking roads.

I believe in you.

You know what,

I don't think you girls

are thinking this through.

Well, if you don't want

the hundred thousand...

How do I know

you're good for it?

We're good for it.

I know you're good for it.

But how do I know the fucking...

Swimfan over there

isn't gonna have

an episode and change her mind?

We're good for it.

You sure you wanna let

this bitch talk you into this?

Do you have it on you?

Yes.

You sure?

- Yeah.

- Where?

Right here.

Okay. One gram or two?

Two.

Okay. That's one-twenty.

Why would you record that?

You're gonna blackmail me

into killing your stepdad?

- No. That's...

- Yeah. Exactly that.

You got it.

Don't drag her into this.

And you know what?

Don't drag me.

Because, unlike you,

we have lives to lead.

- Oh, you do?

- Yeah.

I don't know about her,

but I do.

You work in a nursing home.

Other than that,

you sell drugs to children.

- That's a life?

- Amanda...

Every business starts small.

Oh, really?

And what's next?

You're clearly only selling

to minors

because you don't wanna

get involved

- with the real dealers.

- Hey, you don't know me.

You don't know me.

Give me a decade,

I'm gonna be driving a car

just like the one out front.

I'm gonna move my family

into a neighborhood

just like this one.

Because I got the drive.

Oh, yeah.

And the mental toughness.

And a permanent spot

on Connecticut's

sex offender registry.

So, I guess the day you move in

you'll have to drive

that expensive car

door to door

introducing yourself

and trying

to convince them that...

the only reason you had sex

with a child

is because you were too afraid

to talk to anyone your own age.

Give me the phone.

You're not gonna use this.

Not in this house.

Not in this neighborhood.

Cops would be here in a second.

Give me the phone.

Even if we were in the middle

of nowhere,

you wouldn't shoot.

Even if no one...

would find out.

You cannot hesitate.

The only thing worse

than being incompetent

or being unkind

or being evil

is being indecisive.

Oh.

You did something stupid,

and you took a head wound,

but we've stopped the bleeding,

and you're in a stable

condition.

- I have to go to the hospital.

- No.

I have to go to the hospital.

They're my mom's Vicodin

from her back surgery.

Take no more than two

at a time.

Keep it clean and it'll heal up

naturally.

What am I gonna tell my dad?

Why will your dad care?

Because I live with him.

Wear a hat.

We're keeping this, by the way.

We'll put it inside the grill.

The what?

The second grill.

It's the one furthest

from the house.

Mark never uses it.

You can come get it

Saturday night.

That's in, uh...

- three days.

- Yeah.

You can't give the fucking hole

in my head time to close?

It has to be Saturday.

I'm on vacation with my mom,

and Amanda's at a residential

psychotherapy program.

If you tell anyone

about any of this

or if you don't do your job,

we'll send the audio,

which we've put online,

to the police.

I'm out.

I'm out.

You...

you try anything,

you're going to jail.

I'm sorry, who...

who's going to jail?

We're just two minors

with incredibly expensive

- family lawyers.

- Uh-hmm.

On the other hand,

if you have one more

legal issue,

even a minor drug offense,

you're getting 15 years.

Do you think

he's actually gonna do it?

He is.

Just enjoy your spa weekend.

I'll see you when it's done.

Do you want, like, a...

I don't know, a hug or...

No.

Okay.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Mmm, so good.

Oh, my God!

What are you doing here?

I thought I'd drive in.

Save you the train ride.

Fucking coward.

You know, he's probably on his

way to the police right now.

- He won't.

- You don't know that.

He doesn't wanna get

himself involved

- in any legal trouble.

- Well, then he'll come

after us.

I mean, he took his gun back.

He has nothing to gain

in doing that.

He'll leave us alone,

and we'll leave him alone.

He doesn't deserve that.

So, what, you want us

to track him down

and kill him too?

Let's just murder

half of Connecticut.

We'll do it ourselves.

I don't think

you're in the right mindset

to be planning this.

- What kind of mindset am I in?

- Lighting a cigarette indoors.

- That kind of mindset.

- Oh, is this your house?

- Or is this my house?

- I'm just saying,

that if we're gonna do this

it's because

it's the right thing to do.

Not because you're upset

and you're going through

a hard time.

What kind of "hard time"

am I going through?

I mean everything.

"Everything"?

What is "everything?"

My life is fine right now...

I mean, you got expelled

from Andover.

And you lied to me about your

internship.

Is that Mark?

What is this?

Ow, uh, God.

Where'd you get these?

A store.

Is this a thing

you do now?

You a smoker?

If my dad

found me smoking in his house,

I would've gotten the buckle-end

of the belt.

Is that what you wanna do?

Just throw the pack out.

I won't tell your mother.

- Tell her.

- She doesn't need one more thing

to make her anxious.

Which you'd know,

- if you'd bother...

- Leave her.

What's that?

If you want

what's best for her...

leave her.

You couldn't possibly

understand someone else's

point of view.

Could you?

Not mine,

not your friends',

definitely not your mom's.

- Fuck you.

- Because in your brain,

all these people

are just...

little offshoots

of your consciousness.

We're all your maids,

aren't we?

Your cleaning ladies.

Your personal trainers.

You know what?

Put all the shit in your lungs

that you want.

We need to stop protecting you.

Life needs to knock you

around a little.

Oh, and the only reason

that I am still sending you

to Brookmore

is that I've paid in full.

After that,

you're off my payroll.

Princess.

You didn't do anything.

You were never unsafe.

So, you're okay with him

talking to me like that?

He's a cock.

Is that new information for us?

Honestly,

he's not even that off-base.

I mean, empathy isn't

your strong suit.

But you know that.

You're great in other ways.

Hey! There you go.

What?

The Technique.

You've been practicing.

I'm not using

The Technique, Amanda.

Hey, can I ask you something?

Yeah.

Do you remember that time

in ninth grade

when we were driving home

from my dad's funeral,

and you were holding me,

and we were crying?

Yeah.

Were you using The Technique?

Yeah.

That was good, wasn't it?

Ah, fuck!

Sara, this is

Mr. Geoffrey Hamilton.

Little Miss Crewe is

our new pupil.

How do you do?

How do you do?

I believe I'm to

teach you to ride.

It's funny to think how everyone

in this movie is dead now.

Or, like,

at least very old.

He's probably got

a motor-scooter now.

She... pees in a bag.

She's an obligation

to her family.

They take turns visiting her.

And...

and when they sit next

to her bed

and this movie comes on the TV,

she goes, "My,

- what a pretty young thing..."

- You're bumming me out.

You okay?

I'm fine.

Why?

Just three days

of radio silence and then,

like, very urgent text messages.

You know, if you wanna

get back to the plan we can...

I don't wanna talk

about the plan.

Um...

Do you remember that stuff

you were saying to Tim

the other day?

What stuff?

The stuff about how...

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?

Because I...

was gonna knock you out

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.

Ooh.

What did you do?

I drank it.

I told you not to. You...

You need to go throw up.

Come on.

No, thanks.

Do you know

what this does?

Oh, yeah. It, um...

Oh, God, you really dosed

this motherfucker up.

Why would you do that?

I live a meaningless life...

No.

You're...

you're a great...

friend.

I'm a...

I'm a skilled imitator.

Hey.

Hey!

Are they

going to South Africa too?

Yes, dear.

They're going to relieve

our poor soldiers in Mafeking.

Is there something the matter

with our soldiers in Mafeking?

The Boers have them

all cut off.

We were unable to break

through their lines

and get help to them.

Miss Rose,

my daddy's at Mafeking.

Oh, darling, I'm so sorry.

I didn't know.

Oh, it's miserable.

Shh.

Darling, you mustn't cry.

I'm sure he'll be all right.

Good afternoon, Mr. Geoffrey.

Good afternoon.

Is Miss Sara ready for her ride?

Yes, she'll be down presently.

Thanks.

Oh, are we all ready?

The two most

beautiful ladies in the world.

Why are you not

in your riding things?

I can't go today. Ermengarde

needs extra tutoring today.

Oh, will it take all afternoon?

I'm afraid so.

I have to stay with her until

she can spell Constantinople.

Heavens, that may take months.

You leave that to me.

Shall we go?

Have you been crying?

But you have, there are still

tears in your eyes.

It's just this London fog.

Oh, well, if that's

all, let's be off, shall we?

Mr. Geoffrey.

Would you mind very much

if we didn't ride today?

Not at all, dear.

But may I ask why not?

I'd like to talk to you.

All right.

You take advantage of

my absence to become a riding master?

And next door to me own house?

Where's your family pride, boy?

Well, sir, one must eat,

and family pride

is a pretty thin diet.

Oh, blackmail?

You think I'll buy you off?

I hadn't thought of

that, but it's not a bad idea.

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.

Do! She'd love to know

my grandfather is Lord Wickham.

She'll probably

raise my salary!

Tim?

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 heard about that.

I'm sorry... for your loss.

It's been a tough time

for my family.

But we're pushing through it.

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.

What did it say?

Things actually

aren't bad here.

Food's okay,

staff are generally

nice people.

The therapists

have been working with me

to fill in my memories

of those missing hours.

And it's kind

of a fun exercise.

I can tell them fucking

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...

And then there's

this other recurring dream

that 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 building bigger houses.

And then eventually...

the people start spending

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.