August: Osage County Page #3

this serial parakeet killer

is doing to bump off these birds.

- And?

- The heat.

It was too hot.

- They were dying from the heat.

- Jesus.

These are tropical birds, all right?

I mean, they live

in the f***ing tropics.

Mom?

It's Barbara, it's Barbara.

Barbara?

Oh, my gosh!

You, come give me some sugar.

- Hey, Mattie Fae.

- Oh, Bill!

Look how skinny you are.

Mattie Fae.

Ah, will you look at this one?

You come here and give

your Aunt Mattie Fae some sugar.

- Charlie.

- Hello, Bill.

Man, you have dropped

some weight, haven't you?

- Look at you. You're so big.

- Hello, sweetheart.

Look at your b*obs.

Last time I saw you,

you looked like a little boy.

- Barbara? Barbara?

- Hey, Mom, I'm here.

- Oh, Barb!

- It's OK.

- Barb, Barb, Barb.

- It's OK, Mom.

- Oh, Barb.

- I'm here.

Saturday morning,

the Indian girl made us

biscuits and gravy.

We ate some.

He walked out the door,

this door right here.

That was it.

He just left?

Uh-huh.

I went to bed Saturday night.

Got up Sunday morning.

Still no Beverly.

I didn't think anything of it.

Thought he'd gone out on a bender.

Why would he do that

when he can drink at home?

Unless you were riding his ass.

I've never said a word to him

about his drinking.

I didn't, I never

got on him about it.

So, Sunday, still no sign of him.

That's when I got all worked up

about that safety deposit box

because we kept an awful

lot of cash in that box

and some expensive jewelry,

and I had a diamond ring

in that box

appraised over $7,000.

Wait, wait, wait,

I missed something.

Why do you care about

a safety deposit box?

Your father and I had an arrangement

that if something were

to happen to one of us,

the other one would go empty that box.

Are you sure there wasn't some

incident that triggered his leaving?

- Some event?

- Like a fight?

- Yeah.

- No, no.

I mean, we fought enough,

you know, but no.

Maybe he needed

some time away from you.

Oh, that's nice of you to say.

Hey, it's no crime. Marriage is hard.

Under the best of circumstances.

So, nothing?

No, "see you later, I'm taking a walk"?

Mm-mm.

Good old unfathomable Dad.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, that man.

Oh. What I first fell in love

with was his mystery.

I thought it was sexy as hell.

Yeah. You knew he was the

smartest one in the room,

knew if he'd just say something,

whoa, it'd knock you out.

But no, he'd just...

...stand there,

a little smile on his face,

not say a word.

Oh...

Sexy.

You can't remember anything unusual?

He hired this woman.

He didn't ask me.

He hired this woman

to come live in our house

- a few days before he left.

- You don't want her here?

Well, I have an Indian in my house.

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