Martha Marcy May Marlene Page #4

what to do with it.

Do you want a baby?

Mm-hm.

If she's happy, I'm happy.

So you're unhappy?

What, now? Ha-ha-ha.

No, no, no, she's doing well.

She's doing well.

Do you want another?

Here.

She is, um, relieved to have you back.

You know, you worried her.

Why?

Because you disappeared.

You hadn't called in two years.

I just lost track, I guess.

Well, it's a good thing to let people know

where you are, Martha.

People worry.

I didn't think Lucy would worry about me.

Well, she did.

Can I go swimming?

Hey, you don't need to ask.

- Jesus Christ.

- What?

- Martha, what are you doing?

- Nothing.

Jesus.

You can't just come in here like that.

Sorry.

Goddamn it, what's wrong?

I'm just having a hard time

sleeping alone.

All you do is sleep. Christ.

Just stay. Stay.

Why would you think it was okay

to come in here like that?

I don't know. it's a big bed.

You guys were on the other side.

You can't come into our room

when we're having sex.

That's not normal. it's private.

Sorry.

You don't need to apologize.

Just...

I need you to understand

why it's not okay.

Okay.

- Do you?

- Yeah.

Well?

Because it's private and not normal.

Oh, God.

Just lie down, Martha.

- Oh, this is just brilliant.

- Don't go.

Just go to sleep.

I'm sorry you slept out here.

Thank you for being patient.

I didn't have much choice, did I?

I'm just trying to make sure she's okay.

I have two weeks a year

to come up here...

- and try to relax.

- I know.

- I'm under pressure...

- I know you are.

To get this building up and running

or the bank takes it.

That has nothing to do with Martha.

No, I guess my point is,

I just don'! need the extra stress.

I'm her only family.

You know, she needs to know

that she can depend on me right now.

- It's complicated.

- As complicated as it might be...

we can't ignore the fact

that her behavior is f***ing insane.

I'm sorry.

Hey.

Do you ever hear things

hit the roof at night?

No.

Maybe it's pinecones?

Where did you pick up gardening?

There was a garden where I lived.

You're good.

I'm good at some things.

I know you are.

Was he ever physical with you?

Who?

Your boyfriend.

What do you mean?

Did he ever hit you?

No.

You had a bruised ear...

and when you called me,

you were hysterical.

I never noticed.

Are you sure he didn't hit you?

Yeah.

You can tell me.

He never hit me.

I wish you felt more comfortable

talking to me.

I do.

So talk.

There's nothing to talk about.

I had a boyfriend, he lied to me, I left.

That's it.

Not everything has to be a big deal.

- Hey, don't stare.

- No.

No.

You okay?

Yeah.

He's right.

I don't know why I'm so weak.

You're not.

You'll quit.

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