(HORSE WHINNIES)
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
FRANKIE: This is the place.
I feel it.
Here you go, sweet pea.
- Oh, my God! - FRANKIE: You know what to do!
It is time to dig.
Enough with the fucking shovel!
I'm not... There's... I'm not digging your fucking grave!
FRANKIE: It is just a tiny hole!
It's a foot!
- It's a foot and a half. - (CLARE SIGHS)
For my ashes.
(SHOVEL THUDS)
No!
You cannot keep fighting this, Clare.
I am asking you to do one... simple... thing.
No! Not doing it!
I'm not gonna kill you.
I'm not gonna bury you.
Fine.
I'll do it myself.
Happy fucking birthday.
Mom!
(SHOVEL CLANKS)
(CLOCK TICKING)
JOHNNY: Dear Sugar.
My 20-year marriage fell apart.
(DEVICE BEEPING)
Whose fault?
Mine? My wife's? Society's?
I don't know.
But now I've met a woman that I click with very nicely,
and I'm afraid to say that little four-letter word.
So my question is this:
when is the right time to say, "I love you"?
And what is this "love" thing all about?
Signed, Johnny.
(CLARE SIGHS)
- Mom? - Oh, my God. Rae. Sorry.
Ooh, you scared me.
Why are you back down here again?
Whose sweatshirt is that?
No one's.
What... Why are you just standing there?
Um, I... I have to tell you something.
Okay.
Uncle Lucas' friend didn't... drop off the money.
Your... Your dad...
dropped it off.
(BOTTLES CLATTERING)
GENE: Hand me one of those there,
would you, Clare-Bear?
(UNEASY MUSIC PLAYING)
- (DEVICE BEEPING) - (CLARE SIGHING)
(FRANKIE GROANING)
(CLOCK TICKING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC BUILDS)
(OMINOUS MUSIC STOPS)
AUTOMATED VOICE: The mailbox is full
and cannot accept any messages at this time.
- (CLARE GRUNTS) - (PHONE BEEPS)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
- (EXHALES SHARPLY) - (PHONE BEEPS)
Why was Dad here? Question mark.
Why did he give me that money? Question mark.
What the fuck did you do, Lucas? Fucking question mark.
(PHONE BEEPS)
(EXHALES SHARPLY) Okay.
(LINE RINGING)
Oh, come on, come on, come on.
GENE (OVER PHONE): Hello?
Hello?
(PHONE CLATTERS)
RAE: Wait, who was it?
Mom?
Mom.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
YOUNG CLARE: "Above all, there was understanding.
"She felt as if a mist had been lifted from her eyes,
"enabling her to look upon and comprehend the significance of life,
that monster made up of beauty and brutality."
ORDERLY: Happy St. Patrick's Day.
(FRANKIE GROANING)
YOUNG CLARE: Where's the doctor? It's almost 6:00.
No one's come in all day.
I just saw him by the elevators.
Oh, God. Where the fuck are the...
Where are the... Where are the car keys?
You don't drive!
- Where are they? - What is going on?
I don't know.
Who would put a colander in the fridge
with one grape in it?
Seriously, one grape?
Where are the fucking keys?
DANNY: Okay, whoa! What is going on, Clare?
What's wrong? Clare.
Here.
Okay.
Okay. You'll drive.
RAE: What? I don't have a license.
Well, you're always saying you need more hours.
Clare, what is happening?
All right, should we... talk?
No, you and I shouldn't anything.
You were right about Lucas. I shouldn't have trusted him.
- Okay? You good? You happy? - DANNY: Do not.
CLARE: Let's go.
YOUNG CLARE: Hey, wait. Excuse me.
Excuse me. Hi.
My... My... My mom...
Uh, Frances Pierce in 316...
She needs more morphine.
And... And no one's helping.
Your mother's morphine is administered every 12 hours.
YOUNG CLARE: Well, administer it sooner.
She needs help. But of course, you're not helping
because you didn't wanna treat her from the beginning.
What I said is your mother's cancer is untreatable.
YOUNG CLARE: No, what you said is that she had a year.
And it's been seven weeks.
- (ELEVATOR DINGS) - These things are impossible to predict.
There's too many variables.
Well, fuck the variables.
She's a very important person.
(SCOFFS) She's a... She's a very important person.
Her body is shutting down. That's part of the process.
So if there's anyone else that needs to say goodbye,
they should come.
And sooner rather than later.
What?
She's got about...
two weeks.
I'm sorry.
(LINE RINGING)
♪
(WHISPERS) Come on.
Come on, pl... Pick up the phone.
- Come on, Lucas. - (LINE CONTINUES RINGING)
- (DEVICE BEEPING) - (FRANKIE GROANING)
(SOFTLY) Come on in, honey.
It's okay.
I'm gonna go get Lucas. He ne... He needs to be here.
(SOFTLY) Honey, no.
I know he loves me.
And if he's not here, it's because he can't be.
I'll be back in a few hours.
(FRANKIE GROANS IN PAIN)
It hurts.
I love you.
(FRANKIE GROANS)
Love.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
I'll be back soon.
Do you wanna get dinner?
We could get chicken sammies
- and waffle fries. - (PHONE VIBRATES)
Okay. So, what... what did he say,
- when he handed you the money? - What?
My dad. What did he say?
- I already told you. - What did he say exactly?
Uh, he... he just came to the door
and he called me Frankie and...
He... He just told me to give the envelope to you.
And that's all? You're certain there's nothing else?
- Yes. No. No. - There's nothing else?
Okay, what was it? Was it yes or no?
- I don't know! I don't know! - I need to know!
- You're stressing me out! - What did he say?
Jesus Christ! Just tell me what he said.
- I'm trying to drive! - That is all I want to know!
Please. What did he say?
I don't know. He was old,
and he seemed kind of racist.
Um, I asked him why Uncle Lucas didn't come.
What did he say?
Uh...
"Family takes care of family," I think.
Get off.
- What? - Go.
- What? - Get over, now!
- What? - Now!
RAE: Oh, my fucking... Oh, Jesus...
- (TIRES SQUEALING) - (CARS HONKING)
Lucas? Lucas!
Hi.
CLERK: Find what you were looking for?
MAN: Yeah, yeah. I got this here.
I also need to get a couple of keys made.
- Mom? - CLARE: Okay.
- What are you doing? - CLARE: God, where is anybody?
- Take it. - Ow!
- CLARE: Excuse me! - Mom!
CLARE: Excuse me.
Uh, where are your shovels?
The sharp kind.
Mom, I'm not driving you anywhere
until you tell me what we're doing.
- CLARE: Okay. - Mom!
- (MUFFLED INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (STEREO MUSIC PLAYING)
(FRANTIC KNOCKING ON DOOR)
CLARE: Open the door, Lucas.
Come on! I know you're in there!
Grow up and answer me!
Hey. Chill. He's not fucking here.
Where is he?
I don't know. Try Whit's?
And tell him he fuckin' owes me money.
When he shows up, you make him fucking call me.
RUBEN: Sorry about your ma.
That blows.
- CLARE: Pull over. - RAE: Oh.
CLARE: Here.
(TURNS ENGINE OFF)
Wait, why aren't we going to the house?
Shhh. Shh.
I thought we were here to see Uncle Lucas.
(CAR ENGINE)
(TURNS ENGINE OFF)
(HORSE WINNIES)
(HORSE SNORTS)
Clare. (SNIFFLES)
Where have you been?
Look at me!
Look at me.
Two weeks.
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
She's got two weeks.
(BUCKET CLUNKS)
(SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES)
I'm sorry I'm such a fuck up.
You'll sleep it off.
We'll leave first thing in the morning.
Does she look different?
Yeah. A little.
(QUIETLY) Is she mad at me?
(QUIETLY) No.
YOUNG LUCAS: I can't see her like that in the hospital.
And I can't be home either.
I just... I can't be here alone.
Why? 'Cause you're scared?
- No. - Yeah, you're scared.
You're scared the Scary Man is gonna come...
Come and get you?
Oh, my God, the Scary Man.
- Oh, I forgot about him. - Yeah. (CHUCKLING)
Fucking Dad.
(CHUCKLES)
I thought he was gonna kidnap us.
Yeah, but he didn't.
He didn't want us.
He never did.
YOUNG LUCAS: Who's gonna care what happens to us
after she's gone?
(SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES)
Wait. Wait, Mom. What are you doing?
I'm gonna dig up her ashes.
Wait, it's been 30 years. There's nothing there.
She can't be here with him.
With who?
- (ELEVATOR DINGS) - (WOMAN OVER PA SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
- YOUNG CLARE: You'll read one. - YOUNG LUCAS: I'll read one of yours.
Well, I'll read one
- that you're not reading. - YOUNG CLARE: No, you...
Wait, what is that in front of her door?
No. No!
No, no, no!
(ITEMS CRASHING)
(SOBBING) No!
(SOBBING)
(DIRT SCRATCHING)
(FOOTSTEPS)
Mom?
Mom!
YOUNG CLARE: (WAILING) Oh, no, no, no! No!
(SOBBING)
Don't fucking touch me!
Don't fucking touch me.
(SOBBING) No.
I will never forgive you for this!
This will never be okay.
CLARE: What the fuck did you do, Lucas?
How you doing there, Clare-Bear? Been a long time.
Go to the car, Rae.
What? No.
Nice to see you again.
Do not talk to her!
LUCAS: It's not what you think.
He's different.
Oh, he... he is? It's bullshit.
He's changed. Clare, he's sober.
CLARE: Oh, did he tell you that?
And you believed him?
(SCOFFS) Such a fuckin' idiot.
GENE: Why don't we just go up to the house?
And then we can talk.
CLARE: Why are you here?
This is not your home.
You are not welcome here!
- It is. - What?
- It's... It is his. - What? I can't hear you, Lucas.
I bought the house. It's ours. I bought it from Luke.
Anytime you wanna come up, bring your family...
You sold Mom's home to her abuser?
- He's our dad. - Abuser? Is that what you think?
Yes! I know it! Because I was there!
You were a child,
- you don't remember what happened. - CLARE: Oh, you pulled Mom
off of her bed by her hair.
You broke her pinkie.
You smashed
her dishes because you didn't like her
- spaghetti! - Listen, he saved Mom's house.
It was gonna be foreclosed on.
I gave you that money out of her college tuition.
LUCAS: It wasn't enough!
You act like you did me some kind of favor,
you know, giving me this place.
He doesn't love you, Lucas. You know that, right?
- LUCAS: That's enough. - This man does not love you!
- You don't know that. - CLARE: Yes. Oh, I do!
You think that this man
- could love anything? - Just... Just stop.
CLARE: You think that he is capable
- of loving anything? - That's enough.
He doesn't know
- how to love. - Just stop.
LUCAS: Mom told us to forgive.
That people can change.
Oh, you think she was talking about him?
- Before she died, she said... - Don't talk to me about before she died.
- You weren't fucking there! - And stop holding that over me!
YOUNG LUCAS: It's not like you were some saint.
- And neither was Mom. - What are you talking about, Lucas?
You hold her up on... on
- some kind of pedestal like - CLARE: Why would you ever
- she was this perfect person. - Say that about her?
- You can stop right now! - There's more than your side of the story!
Stop fucking talking!
Both of you stop talking. Okay, it's over. It's done.
We're not gonna settle this tonight.
Let's just... Just let it lay.
CLARE: Wow. I should've known.
Should've never given you anything. Ever.
- Fuck you. - Yeah. Fuck you!
- My marriage is over because of you! - What?
I wasn't with Mom when she died because of you!
No! You weren't there because of you.
It was your fucking choice.
Nobody asked you to come get me.
Nobody. Not me. Not Mom.
That was fucking on you.
Rae, go to the car.
Mom. no.
CLARE: Just go to the car, Rae!
This isn't over.
This is not over.
Ain't it crazy how 50 years just flies by?
I still remember the day that you were born, Clare.
And you haven't changed a bit.
This isn't your house.
And if you hurt him, I'll fuckin' kill you.
Let's go.
(RAE SNIFFLING, SOBBING)
Oh... honey.
Oh, sweetheart, pull over.
- Rae, pull over. - (RAE SOBBING)
- CLARE: Honey, pull over.
- (RAE SOBBING) - CLARE: Oh.
- (TURNS ENGINE OFF) - (RAE SOBBING)
Oh. I'm so sorry.
You should not have heard any... any word of that.
This is all my fault!
What are you saying?
I told Uncle Lucas about the money.
(STAMMERING) About the college fund. I told him.
I'm sorry. I didn't...
Uh, we were just texting and... and it just came out,
and I didn't think it was a big deal.
But then he asked you for it.
And then... And then Dad
he got so mad, and you just left and...
- No, Rae. No, Rae. - No, I d...
- That's not... - You guys kept fighting and I-I didn't...
- (SOBBING) And... - Shhh. Shhh. Shh. It's okay.
Are you and Dad...
getting a divorce?
No.
I mean...
There... We have stuff to... figure out.
- (RAE SOBBING) - CLARE: But look... But, hey,
that is not your stuff.
None of this is your fault. Okay?
Your dad and I love you so much.
Anything that you think you did,
you... you... you did out of love.
Okay?
(QUIETLY) Okay?
(RAE SNIFFLES)
CLARE: Dear Johnny.
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
The last word
my mother ever said to me was "love."
She was so sick and weak and out of her head
that she couldn't muster the "I" or the "you."
That didn't matter.
That puny word
has the power to stand on its own.
I wasn't with my mom when she died.
No one was.
And even now, that fact haunts me.
I would never be with my mom when she died.
I suppose you think this has nothing
to do with your question, Johnny,
but it has everything to do with my answer.
It has everything to do with
every answer I have ever given as Sugar.
Love. Love. Love.
It clanks inside me like an iron bell.
Love is Sugar's genesis story.
♪
It can be romantic,
platonic,
familial,
or fleeting.
Sullied by abuse,
imbued with sorrow,
or twisted by betrayal.
No. Wait, wait, wait.
(SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES)
Why am I doing this?
- (GATE SQUEAKING) - (SOFTLY) Okay.
Okay. Just keep 'em covered. Keep 'em covered.
(HORSES SNORTING)
(HORSES WHINNYING)
Okay, open 'em.
(HORSES NEIGHING, SNORTING)
- Oh, my God. - (CLARE CHUCKLES)
Go. Pet 'em.
The best thing you can possibly do with your life
is tackle the motherfucking shit out of love.
MEL: Hey.
DANNY: Hey.
Uh, thank you.
Calling you and all...
I mean, I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...
No, no, no. Stop. Stop.
What you did was a huge step.
Yeah. Yeah.
Well, the... the thing you sent me,
the Sugar thing, it helped.
(KEY JINGLING)
Come on in.
I think it was good you were there.
With Uncle Lucas.
Instead of your mom.
Maybe we end up where we're supposed to be.
I fucking love you.
I fucking love you, too.
CLARE: So... sweet pea...
here's what I say.
Be brave.
Be authentic.
Forgive yourself.
And practice saying the word "love"
to the people you love.
So when it matters the most,
you will say it.
- (HORSE NEIGHING, SNORTING) - (CLARE SIGHING)
(DEVICE BEEPING)
(FRANKIE GROANS SOFTLY)
(DEVICE BEEPING CONTINUES)
(KISSES)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(SOFTLY) Love.
Love.
♪
It's time.
CLARE: We're all gonna die, Johnny.
So hit the iron bell like it's dinnertime.
(BELL CLANGING)
Yours...
Sugar.
(BELL CLANGING)
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♪ I feel you right with me ♪
♪ I see you riding free ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm not gone ♪
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