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.