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Least

that's been my experience,

far as it goes.

But

you probably know more about

that than me.

You must think

we're pretty sick, huh?

Couple animals.

Is that what you think?

Yeah. That's what you think.

You're pretty quiet over there.

What do you think

about all this?

I'm sure that you won't hurt us.

Lady,

you ain't in a position

to be sure about anything.

- Do you have to tie him up?

- No! Ow. Ow.

Jesus Christ.

Think about it for a minute.

It's a question

that answers itself.

Let's just get this over with.

What are you so f***ing nervous

about?

He's just a little boy!

We'll start with

the auntie over here.

Shut up her yappin'.

Please! Please...

"Auntie em! Auntie em..."

Just breathe normal.

Good.

I love that f***ing movie.

- Okay. Okay, Nicky.

- No! No! Dad! Dad!

Dad.

Dad.

I'll do the kid.

No! No, no, no!

Settle down, kid.

It's gonna be a party.

Chloroform is

a progressive depressant.

It works on the motors.

Usually just has

a temporary narcotic effect,

but, obviously,

your wife respired a lot

more of the stuff,

and her organs are failing.

Nicky! Honey, we were

so worried about you.

Son.

Can you hear me?

There's something

I have to tell you.

It's something very sad.

Unto almighty god,

we commend the soul of rose,

our sister departed,

and we commit her body

to the ground.

Earth to earth,

ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

In sure and certain hope

of the resurrection

unto eternal life

through our lord Jesus Christ.

If there's anything you need,

don't hesitate to call me.

Rose was a very brave woman.

Yes.

Come on, Nicky.

Let's you and me take a walk.

Yes, sir.

She loved you both very much.

Thank you.

Episcopalians,

they're all full of sh*t.

Someday, you'll understand.

Meantime, you take my word

for it.

I will, uncle Mitch.

I know right now your path,

it looks pretty bleak.

Your ma's dead, and that,

that's tough.

Tough for me, too.

My own sister.

But you can't just button up,

pull a long face, like your

ma did after her accident.

Yes, uncle Mitch.

Attaboy.

Now, who loves you like a son?

Daddy does.

Who else, you little sh*t?

You do, uncle Mitch.

Who lets you keep all the coins

that'll stay in your pockets,

huh?

You do, uncle Mitch.

Come on!

Attaboy.

Damn, you weigh a f***ing ton,

kid.

Damn it.

Just once I'd like to see

your brother show some sense.

Come on, Mitch.

All right. Hold your horses,

Maggie.

Nicky, we've decided

it'd be best

if your auntie Margaret came

and stayed with us for a while.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Swear to god,

I didn't have a business to run,

I'd stay, too.

Would you like that, son?

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