August: Osage County Page #5

because you've got a reason?

I'm not hooked on anything.

I don't want to know

if you are or not.

I'm just saying, I'm not

gonna go through it again.

I'm not.

I'm in pain!

Because of your mouth.

Yes!

Because my mouth burns.

I have got cancer in my mouth.

And it burns. Look. Look!

And it burns like a...

...like a bullshit.

And now Beverly's disappeared,

and you're yelling at me.

I'm not...

...yelling.

You know, you couldn't come

home when I got cancer.

But Beverly disappeared...

...and you rushed right back.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Do you know where I think he is?

I think he...

I think he got some whiskey

and a carton of cigarettes,

and a couple of spy novels,

and...

...I think he got out on the boat

and steered it

to a nice spot close to shore

like he likes and...

He's fishing and reading and drinking.

Maybe even writing a little.

And I think he's gonna walk

through that door...

...any time.

Mom?

Mom, the sheriff's here.

What? Why did...

- Did you call?

- The sheriff's here.

Oh, hey, sweetheart.

Go... go back to bed.

What about Aunt Ivy?

I guess we'll stop on the way.

Christ, I have to call Karen, too.

Why the f***

am I brushing my hair?

This is a story.

Beverly's back.

Ma'am?

Uh...

Cigar...

Cigar...

Archetects.

I'm in the bottom.

I'm in the bottom of them.

It's a good beat, right?

Yeah, Barb?

Um...

From the day...

The day.

I very nearly lost him.

Beverly?

Lost.

And then... and then...

And then you're here.

And Barbara, then you're here.

And Beverly, and then you're... here.

And then you're here.

And you're here,

and then you're here,

and then you're here.

I used to go out with that boy.

That man.

What man?

The sheriff?

In high school.

He was my prom date.

You're kidding.

Day of the prom,

his father got drunk and stole his car.

Stole his own son's car.

Went someplace.

Mexico.

Deon showed up at the house.

He'd been crying.

Confessed he didn't have a way

to take me to the prom.

So we got a six-pack, broke into

the chapel and stayed up all night,

talking and kissing.

And now here he is, showing me...

It's so surreal.

Thank God we can't tell the future.

We'd never get out of bed.

Listen to me.

Die after me, all right?

I don't care what else you do,

where you go,

how you screw up your life,

just...

...survive.

Please.

Holy sh*t, that's Karen.

- Do you remember your Aunt Karen?

- Kind of.

That must be this year's man.

- You OK?

- Yeah.

I used to spend so much time

in our bedroom pretending that

my pillow was my husband,

and did he like the dinner

I just made,

and where were we gonna go that

winter on vacation,

and then he would surprise me

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