All language subtitles for Eileen.2023.EN

Eileen.

Eileen!

I need form I-37.

- Transfer form?
- No.

Intake. I-37.

Aren't you listening?

She is useless.

Dr. Frye still
needs to sign it.

He's probably asleep
in his office.

Oh, yeah.

Maybe you could go
wake up Dr. Frye.

Blow softly in his ear.

He loves that.

Leave Eileen alone.

She's tired.

Oh, is that what it is?

I thought maybe it was
that time of the month.

At least I have a
time of the month.

Oh, yeah. You know
something, honey?

It won't last forever.
You'll be old like us soon.

Mrs. Nelson to the
visiting area, please.

Mrs. Nelson to
the visiting area.

I'm not gonna fight with
anybody. I told you.

How's Mickey doing?

I'm trying to be good.

Sit down. Sit down. Sit down.

Well, it's not my fault...

Maybe I'll see you next time.

As much as we're gonna
miss the old dog,

I hope you'll all be welcoming

to Dr. Frye's
replacement on Monday.

A fine, fine young doctor.

Yes, well, let's hope the
boys take her seriously.

I'll take her.

Seriously.

I think you will be
taking your insulin

and your retirement package.

That'll be enough for you.

That's right.

I'll really miss all
the fun around here.

Let's hear it for Dr. Frye.

Cheers!

I see a lot of Anne these days.

Yeah, a lot of broken
hearts out there.

Hey, hon.

Hey.

How's your dad?

Good.

You know what? Let me get that.

Thanks.

Want you to go inside
and shut the fuck up!

You shut... you shut up!

- Fuck off! Shut up!
- You shut up!

- Fucking booze bag!
- Oh, I'll do...

- I'm gonna have a drink.
- You all right there, chief?

You can fuck right off.

Goddamn Lutherans next door
are the problem, not me.

Nobody's complaining. We
just want to make sure

you're getting home
safe and sound.

Nobody's complaining?

- Dad.
- Safe and sound?

- Why wouldn't I be safe and sound?
- Dad.

I keep the whole fucking
neighborhood safe and sound.

- What do you know?
- Dad.

E-Eileen, go inside.

- Okay. Dad, look to me.
- Go inside.

Come on. Please. Please.

Hey! You're causing a scene.

Trust me, Eileen. Nobody
wants nothing with you.

- Okay.
- Mwah!

- Come on. Go inside.
- Mwah!

Goddamn Lutherans right there.

Your mother always
hated those people.

- Gosh, let's go inside.
- They can fuck off. Sure.

You can't go around
policing people, Dad.

Who says? You know
who that guy was?

We got it all under
control, chief.

You can take it easy. Please.

Take it easy? Y-You
fuckin' take it easy.

You're not a cop anymore.

Yeah, sure.

I didn't want to
retire. They made me,

'cause I was too
goddamn good at it.

Look, I gotta get
back to the station.

Pour me a drink. Good.

Get back to the station, Buck.

Give me my drink.

Just give us a call
if you need anything.

Merry Christmas.

Hey, come here.
What's that smell?

Did you step in something?

No. Why? What do you smell?

I don't know. Roadkill.

Maybe you should
keep your distance.

Yeah, I'll keep my distance.

The fuck you doing? Put
my fucking shoes back on.

But maybe you should
be nicer to me.

No one else is gonna
put up with your shit.

Go then, 'cause I got Joanie.

She wouldn't keep a
place looking like this.

She's a real woman, your sister.

And she smells like a woman.

She knows how to keep a house!

And she doesn't live
here, and she's married!

Yeah, 'cause she's
not a hanger-on.

And she doesn't
want to talk to you!

Yeah, sure, 'cause she's
made a life of her own.

She's made something of herself.

Whatever, Dad.

Get a life, Eileen. Get a clue.

Shit.

Fuck it.

All right, listen up!

As you know, in the new year,

we will be up for state review.

So we're gonna be
tightening our procedures

and implementing new strategies
based on some big, new ideas.

And on that note, this
new young lady to my left,

Dr. Miss Rebecca St. John,

is our new prison psychologist.

She's just finished her
doctorate at Radcliffe.

Harvard.

Ah. Harvard.

We may not be Harvard people,

but I think we can
keep up with her,

and hopefully she
can keep up with us

as we keep up with them.

She may be easy on the
eyes, but I assure you,

she is very smart.

Ladies, I hope you show
Miss St. John around...

Say, how much for a glazed?

They're free.

I'm kidding.

I'm Rebecca.

I know.

Say, where can a girl get
freshened up around here?

I can show you.

Sure. Appreciate it.

Can I take your jacket?

Aren't you sweet? Thanks.

This way.

I don't think I
caught your name.

Eileen.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Where you from?

Huh?

Oh, I'm from New
York originally.

Manhattan.

Couldn't stand Cambridge.
Way too uptight.

Well, there were a couple
of interesting people,

but, no, I needed a break.

Get some fresh air.

And I love the beach.

All right.

32...

24...

34.

Practically my measurements.

You know, some women
think their figures

are the only thing that matters.

Honestly, I think
that's kind of pathetic.

I completely agree.

My sister's like that,
and she's not very smart.

Mm, good. Then you and I

have better things to
discuss than our figures.

Although that isn't
the popular opinion,

wouldn't you say?

I don't care what's popular.

Well, look at you.

A regular Katharine Hepburn.

Rare to meet a young woman
with so much gumption.

I'm like that, too.

I don't give a rat's
ass what people think.

They're probably scared of you.

Moi?

All right. See you around.

Every year, -

we hold this special assembly

to celebrate the birth
of Our Lord Jesus Christ.

And every year, one
of you sick bastards

ruins it for the rest of us.

Well, you've disrespected
Christmas for the last time

because this year, you're
gonna sit on your hands,

you're gonna zip your lips.

If I see any of you biting,
kicking, screaming, pushing,

pulling hair, laughing, moaning,

or I hear one wayward comment,

you're going
straight to the cave.

And now, without further ado,

it is my honor to thank
the people from Mount Olive

who helped me direct the
pageant again this year...

- Yay, Mount Olive.
- And present to you

"Christmas in Prison."

I'm gonna kill
someone on Christmas.

Shut up!

Oh, what am I to do?

Sentenced for three
years to sit indoors

among boys of my same
creed, plain bad.

So much time to plot

what evildoings I'll undertake
as soon as I get out.

You want some cake, you fatty?!

In the meantime, I suppose
I could read a book.

You can't read, motherfucker!

Fucking Shakespeare up here.

I'm scrappy right now.

Book of truth!

Oh, look at McAllister.

Fucking McAllister.

Hey, nice rack!

Well, I'm-I'm pretty tired.

Can we rest in that
barn over there?

Better than paying for a motel.

You're the best, Joseph.

Thank you for taking us here
to be counted in the census.

Fuck this shit!

- Guard!
- Wait.

- Wait. Wait, wait.
- Hey, grab him.

Move back!

All you guys sit down!

Sit the fuck down!

Hey, Bob.

Hey, hon.

This and a pack of Luckies.

Oh! It's a lucky day, huh?

Yeah, the luckiest.

Yup. Cigarettes are great.

Don't light yourself on fire.

You're in a good mood,
what's wrong with you?

Nothing's wrong, Dad.

You look funny with that
thing in your mouth.

How was your day, Dad?

How was my day?

I don't know.

It was a day, just another day.

What's the point?

My day was a doozy.

Oh, yeah?

A big fight broke out at
the Christmas pageant.

Kid got his collarbone broken,

and I had to do all this
paperwork for the warden.

Don't ash on the
floor, it's tacky.

Anyway...

It was one of those
days you never forget.

Oh, yeah? Days
I'll never forget.

Let me see.

December 16, 1944,

first time I ever held a
dead man's head in my lap.

What a waste.

20 degrees outside and snowing.

Just like it is here.

Don't know why I ever
came back to this place.

Maybe because you had
a wife and two kids.

Maybe.

I love the beach.

Oh, yeah? Good for you.

War kind of ruined
beaches for me.

So what else?

How's that Polk
kid? He talked yet?

Huh?

Polk.

The kid who stabbed
his father...

who was a good
cop, more or less.

What kind of kid thinks of
killing his father like that?

Stab him in his sleep...

in front of his mother.

Then he just sits down.

Never denies it.

Never says a word
the whole trial.

Psychopathic.

Course I wouldn't have
to worry about you

doing something like
that, now, would I?

'Cause you're a girl.

Can't imagine you with a knife.

Can you imagine me with a gun?

Yeah, I can see it.

One day...

when you've had enough
and you feel like, uh...

ducking out.

Maybe when I'm dead and gone

and you got nobody
and you never will.

I could imagine that.

But you wouldn't, would you?

'Cause you're too good.

Say, give me one of
those cigarettes.

What have you got, Old Gold?

No.

I like Old Gold.

I know.

Oopsie.

Do you need any help?

Uh, no, I'm okay.

Just butterfingers.

You should see me.

I'm a total klutz.

Oh, right.

Lee Polk.

That's not something
you see every day.

Yeah, it's pretty bad.

Bedtime reading?

I was just doing some filing.

That's some show yesterday.

They do it every year.

I'd call that cruel
and unusual punishment.

Sorry. I don't usually smoke.

It's a nasty habit.

That's why I like it.

Not very becoming
of a lady, though.

Turns your teeth yellow.

See?

That's cigarettes and coffee.

And red wine.

No, your teeth are perfect.

I don't drink coffee,

so my teeth should
be fine, but...

they're all rotted

due to my extreme
propensity for sweets.

A propensity for sweets.

You don't get enough
sweetness in your life?

I just eat a lot of candy.

Mm. I wouldn't know
it to look at you.

You're so petite.

Being tall has its
advantages, of course,

but most men are just
too short for me.

Have you noticed, or
am I imagining things,

that men these days are
getting shorter and shorter,

balder, and fatter?

All the men around
here are little boys.

You're funny.

I meant outside this prison.

Although you're right.

The guards, the warden,

they're not much to look at.

You should have seen Dr. Frye.

He was really pretty
nasty looking.

That doesn't surprise me.

My office isn't very becoming,

and it all smells
of dirty leather.

I'm beginning to wonder
what went on in there.

Nothing good.

I mean, I never actually
been in that office.

Oh. Well, you should
come by sometime.

Although if the door's closed,

that means I'm with
one of the boys.

Okay.

Aren't you ever scared

being alone in there with them?

No.

Come by, and see me
sometime, all right?

Although, you know, if you
hear me screaming in there,

feel free to kick down
the door and rescue me.

Okay.

I'm just kidding, honey.

There's a buzzer.

I'm here to see Leonard Polk.

Anne Polk.

You're not on the schedule.

Are you a late addition?

I-I was called.

I don't know, I-I'm here now.

Well, you need to
fill out a form.

Aren't you Chief Dunlop's kid?

Yeah.

I thought so.

Mrs. Polk? I'm Dr. St. John.

We spoke on the phone. Thank
you so much for coming.

Oh, no need to bother with that.

We all know who you are.

Eileen, would you
help us with the door?

Thank you.

It's this way.

Take your coat?

Please.

Thank you, Eileen.

After you.

Why are you doing this to me?

Huh?

You got something to say to me?

Let me out!

Let me out! Let me out!

Let me out!

Y-You do... y'all do
what you want with him.

Won't even talk
to his own mother?

He's always been a nasty boy.

A filthy, nasty boy!

I need to lock up.

Visitation hours were
actually over 20 minutes ago.

Oh, I-I understand.

Would you like to keep
talking in my office?

- Let's go.
- Turn around.

Oh, no. That won't
be necessary.

- I need to cuff him.
- No.

Don't worry, Lee.
It's all right.

That won't be necessary.

Don't do that. She's a doctor.

I think she needs a doctor.

That kid killed a cop.

He killed his father.

There's a difference.

Oh, I'm so sorry.
Let me see who it is.

Oh, Eileen.

Um, can I help you?

You forgot your notebook.

Oh, thank you so much.

I actually need this.

Um, hope you didn't read it.

- No, of course not.
- Oh, no,

I'm just kidding. It's
just chicken scratch.

Wait. Eileen.

I don't mean to be forward,

and, um, you probably
have other plans already,

but, um, can I take
you to a drink tonight?

I don't know anyone
in this darn town,

and I'd love to treat you to
a cocktail if you're game.

- Okay.
- Okay?

I've twisted your arm?

So, uh, who makes the
best martini in town?

- Maybe O'Hara's?
- O'Hara's.

It's actually the
only bar in town.

No, O'Hara's is good.

See you at 7:00?

With bells on? Is
that the expression?

Ah!

- Hi.
- Oh, Eileen.

Hi.

Please, please, please, sit.

Um, what are you having?

Uh, I'll have a beer, I guess.

A beer? Oh.

Hi, Eileen.

Good to see you, hon.

What's next, sweetheart?

Um, well... Oh, my stars.

You're absolutely frozen.

Um, one beer, please, and
maybe a little whiskey

to warm up my girl.
What say, huh?

My, you look very glamorous.

It's just an old dress.

May I?

How about you, sweetheart?
Another martini?

Love one. Thank you.

Maybe let's hold the
olives this time.

I thought I'd have a hard
time finding this place,

but here it is.

You feeling all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Uh, there's something
wrong with my car,

so I have to drive
with the windows down,

or else it fills with smoke.

Oh, you're kidding.

That sounds absolutely awful.

Can't you get your husband
to fix that for you?

Oh, no, I'm not married.

I've always been single.

And when I do have a guy around,

it's just for fun,
and it's brief.

No, I never stay anywhere
long with anything.

Sort of my modus vivendi

or my pathology, depending
on who I'm talking to.

How long have you
worked at Moorehead?

Three or four years.

Uh, it was only supposed
to be temporary,

while I moved back for a bit
while my mother was sick,

and then she died, so...

I've been at the prison,
and time's just flown by.

Oh, God.

Prison is no place
for time to fly by.

And your mother dying.

That's a lot for a young lady.

Ah. 24.

Then you must be eager to
get back out there. Are you?

You know, um, I'm
an orphan, too.

My uncle raised me out West.

Where the sun shines.

I don't understand how
you all do it here,

winter after winter.

It's positively
creepy. I don't know.

I'm in a sort of strange
love affair with New England.

I love it, but I also hate it.

Things feel very real
here, don't they?

Sort of there's no...

imagination.

There's no sentimentality
or fantasy.

There's... there's
just nowhere to hide.

Sorry.

I've had too much to drink.

I tend to talk when I've
had too much to drink.

It's all right.

Mm, it's better than
talking too little.

Did you see Lee Polk today?

Uh...

Did she say anything to you?

Mrs. Polk?

She was just upset.

Those mothers are always upset.

Mm-hmm.

Did she seem like an
angry woman to you?

I don't know. Uh...

everyone's kind of angry here.

- It's Massachusetts.
- Mm.

Well, I had this
professor at Harvard.

He was brilliant,
but very difficult.

Uh, he did this... these
experiments on prisoners

studying the effects of
psychedelics on recidivism.

Now, I don't agree
with his methods,

there is no magic pill,

but... but you can
set people free...

if you can get them to
tell the truth, to feel it.

That's what I want to do.

Secrets and lies.

I tell you, doll...

some families are
so sick, so twisted,

the only way out's
for someone to die.

Don't you think?

Hey! What'd you
say your name was?

Who, me?

Ah, yeah. W-We was just saying

that you look so familiar.

Are you in the
movies or something?

Hardly. I work at
the boys' prison.

- Ah.
- I'm Eileen,

and this is my friend, Rebecca.

She's a psychologist.

Don't be shy, Rebecca.

These boys won't bite.

Not unless you ask us to.

This is Jerry. You
can ignore him.

He's married.

What happened to
your teeth, Jerry?

You get into a fight
with your old lady?

That's it. His wife's got
a left like Joe Frazier.

Nah, nah. He... he
slipped on the ice.

I'm gonna grow some
new ones, though.

Mm-hmm.

Just need a few more of these.

Cheers to that. To
Jerry and his new teeth.

Hey.

Feel like dancing, Rebecca?

With you?

Yeah.

You remind me of a girl
in a Dutch painting.

You have a strange face.

It's plain, but...

fascinating.

It has a beautiful...

turbulence.

I love it.

I bet you have brilliant dreams.

I bet you dream of other worlds.

Maybe you'll dream of me
and my morning remorse,

which is certain.

I shouldn't drink,

but I do.

Thank you.

Hey, Sandy, can I get a
martini and some matches?

Better be careful, Eileen.

I don't want any
trouble with your dad.

My dad's not gonna
cause any trouble.

Dad. Dad.

Dad, can you let me in?

Shit.

Hey, Dad!

Can I have the keys?

Can I please have the keys?

No, you may not have the keys.

Not until you read that
book from cover to cover.

I want to hear every word.

Where'd you put the keys?

Make yourself
comfortable, Eileen.

You're not going anywhere
till you read the last word.

Dad, this is ridiculous.
I need to go to work.

Out all night.

Nearly crashed the car.

Sleeping in your own sick,

and now you're worried about
getting to work on time?

I can hardly look at
you, I'm so ashamed.

Oliver Twist would be
grateful for this home,

but you, Eileen,

you're trash,
Eileen, just trash.

All I did was go out
with a girl from work.

You went out with
a girl from work?

Do I look like I
was born yesterday?

Who is he? Huh?

Who is this boy? I just
want to know who he is

before you get knocked up
and sell your soul to Satan.

Can you just give me the keys?!

Please! I'll be late!

You're not going anywhere
dressed like that.

I mean, really,
Eileen, how dare you?

That's the dress your mother
wore to my father's funeral.

You got no respect for anyone.

Get changed.

I don't want anyone
seeing you in that getup.

They'll think I'm dead.

Ah. Miss Dunlop?

May I, um, may I have a word?

Oh, Jesus.

It's about your father.

Him? Go talk to
him. He's inside.

It's about his gun.

This oughta be good.

Pray tell, Buck.

Uh, yesterday,

we got several complaints
from neighbors,

from Miss Connie
down at the school,

that, uh, Chief Dunlop

was sitting in that
north-facing window

and, uh, pointing his weapon

at children walking
home from school.

He has agreed to relinquish
the property into your care.

As long as you promise
not to use it on him.

His words.

May I come in?

Want to hang it on
me like an ornament?

Aw.

I'm sure that Miss Dunlop

will take excellent
care of the weapon, sir.

As she does with all things,
Buck, as you can see.

Let me know which ones.

Sure. I'll hold.

Ah, look what the
cat dragged in.

Good afternoon, Eileen.

You look fresh as
a daisy, as always.

I had car trouble.

Yeah, I believe
the trouble part.

It's almost Christmas.
Can you give me a break?

No. Get to work.

Okay. I need the Polk file.

Yeah.

I think Dr. St. John has it.

Perfect. Yeah, I'm
afraid that one

will have to wait till
after the holidays.

We have a new doctor on staff,

and, uh, apparently she
doesn't follow procedures.

- She's not in today?
- Been and gone.

She's gonna be back
after Christmas.

Yeah. Will do.

All right, then. Thank you.

Bye-bye.

Where do you think you're going?

The infirmary.

I think something's
going around.

You look like you've
been going around.

She's a boozer.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Dad, can you hear me?

Dad, can you hear me?

- What were you doing up there?
- I need my gun.

- Sit up.
- It's after me.

Nobody's after you.

Sit up. Sit up.

Joanie.

That you, Joanie?

Hey.

Joanie. Joanie.

Joanie.

Dad.

Quit your fussing, Joanie.

We stitched him up,

and I don't think
he has a concussion,

but his blood alcohol level

is point one-seven.

His liver's enlarged, and
he's covered in bruises.

I'm not blaming you,
honey, but, uh...

Yeah, sure.

Hey, who's letting
him live like this?

I don't know. My mom died,
and he doesn't have a job.

What else is he supposed to do?

Yeah, there are men who
don't drink all day.

I know that.

Look, I know this is
hard for you, but, uh...

if he stops drinking,
he might die,

but if he keeps drinking,
it'll definitely kill him.

I don't know what
else to say to you.

Sit down, Dad.

The doctor told me
you're gonna die.

Oh, like he's not?

He said, if you keep
drinking like this,

it'll kill you.

Screw him.

You know they killed your
mother at that hospital.

They owe me more than stitches.

Can you lean back?

Course I can lean back.

You don't think I
know how to go to bed?

Well, I need a drink.

Dad!

And anyway, I do not sleep here.

- It's haunted.
- Please, Dad.

If I get you a bottle,
will you lie down?

No. I want to have a
drink with my daughter.

You're different these days.

You're almost interesting.

What are you doing with all
the money you make at work?

Why don't you ever
buy your own clothes?

I remember that coat.

I remember your mother...

How does it look on me?

Well, your mother looked
beautiful in that coat.

I bought it for her to wear

when she got out
of the bughouse.

I always loved your mother.

No matter what you
thought it looked like,

I always loved her.

And I know what
people say about me.

They say I made her crazy
'cause I'm a hard-ass.

And I may have
yelled a few times,

but she always forgave me.

Because we loved each other.

Love will make
you crazy, Eileen.

You'll probably never
understand that.

Why?

Some people...

they're the real people.

Like in a movie, they're
the ones you're watching.

They're the ones making moves.

And the other people...

they're just there
filling the space,

and you take 'em for granted.

You think, "They're easy."

Take a penny, leave a penny.

That's you, Eileen.

You're one of them.

What are you doing? You
don't gotta lock it.

Let's go.

Come on. Come on.

Come on. It's cold out here.

Come on. Hurry up.

Open the door.

Fucking heavy.

Give me my fucking drink.

Eileen!

Eileen!

What, Dad?

Phone rang.

Some woman looking for you.

What'd you say?

Nothing.

I know nothing. I said nothing.

Hello.

Hello, Christmas angel.

Rebecca?

Look, I was just
thinking of you,

and, well, I-I don't know

what you're planning
for Christmas Eve,

but I thought maybe
you'd like to come over.

There are some
records we could play,

and maybe dance again
if all goes well.

Unless you have a
better offer, of course.

I don't have a better offer.

- So you'll come?
- Yeah.

Let me give you the address.

Okay. Hold on.

It's 32 Maple Street.

So see you later.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Oh!

Y-You're here.

It's a Christmas miracle.

Sorry it took me so long.

I think that cat's possessed.

Merry Christmas.

Oh. Aren't you a peach?

Come in! Come in.

Eileen, um,

I'm sorry the place
is such a mess.

I-I haven't... I mean, I
tried to clean it up a bit,

but it's just beyond me.

I hope it doesn't make
you uncomfortable.

Let's open this wine.

Uh, sit down. Sit
down. Sit down.

I hope you didn't have
to drive far. Was it far?

Uh, no. I drive
all over the place.

Let me take your coat.

- Thanks.
- Oh, my.

It's so nice and soft.

It's my mother's.

Well, uh, she must have
been a real classy lady

to have such a classy daughter.

She was something of a
clotheshorse, actually.

I hope it's a kind you like.

Oh. I'm sure it's delicious.

Drink sounds nice, actually.

Let's see where the
corkscrew's hiding.

Uh, you know, -

I have just been so busy lately

that I can't seem to
remember where the...

But it's got to be here
under all this mess, right?

You know what?

A very handy young PhD
student once taught me a trick

for how to open a bottle
if you're ever stranded

without a corkscrew.

Philosophers are always
the biggest drunks.

Although he was kind of cute.

Eugene Henderson, Harvard.

I had no idea you could do that.

That was a great trick.

Mm-hmm.

Now we need some glasses.

Ah.

So to Eileen, my
Christmas savior.

Savior?

I didn't do anything.

Well, you're being a friend.

That's everything. Cheers.

God, that's awful.

No. That's a...

punch of flavor.

That's what a Syrah is.

Hope you haven't
spent too much on it.

To...

To Jesus Christ.

Happy birthday.

Mmm.

Do you live here alone?

No.

Oh, uh, sure.

I, uh... No, I can't
have roommates.

I, um, I like my own space.

I still like to have fun,

and, uh, I can make
a lot of noise.

And, uh, I can make a
mess, as you can see,

but, uh, I can play music
as loud as I want to.

I can...

I can scream as
loud as I want to.

I can't stand roommates, either.

In college, I had
to lock my door...

Oh, that's right.
You were in college.

What'd you study?

Just the required courses.

Um, if I hadn't left,

I probably would have ended
up a secretary anyway.

Eileen, you're not
really a secretary.

Mrs. Murray and Mrs.
Stevens, they're secretaries,

'cause they do
what they're told,

and that's why they're
miserable and nasty.

But you, you got a big life
ahead of you, I'm sure.

Okay. I'm not a real secretary.

No, you're not.

- 'Cause you're smart.
- Mm.

And you're curious, aren't you?

Mm, I never really did
very good in school,

so I'm just kind of
average, I think.

Oh, don't say that, Eileen.

Never say that. Do you...?

You really think
you're a normal person?

Normal how?

I really am a bad hostess.

Maybe we'll, uh...

We'll feel better
if we eat something.

I feel fine.

Can I use your bathroom?

Sure.

Just up the stairs.

It's the other
door, on the right.

Sorry.

What do you have
to be sorry for?

Go on. Go on. Eat. Eat. Yeah.

Have a pickle, too.

Why do we need a little,
uh, cheese knife?

To keep our hands clean?

No. It's all ridiculous.

Everything is.

All these stupid traditions,

like the-the warden and
his prison at Christmas.

What do you mean?

I've tried explaining how
things need to change,

but all he cares about

is whether or not the boys
are gonna think about me

while they molest themselves
in their cells at night.

God forbid.

There's a strict

no masturbation
policy at Moorehead.

It's illegal to
get off in prison.

You know that, right?

As if that's the
downfall of civilization,

people having orgasms.

You can't count on
men to fix anything.

People are so ashamed
of their desires,

especially men.

Eileen...

as you can probably tell by now,

I live a little differently
than most people.

No, your house i-is nice.

- No.
- It's cozy.

I don't mean the
house. I mean...

I have my own ideas.

Maybe you and I share
some of those ideas.

What kind of ideas do we share?

May I confide in you?

Of course.

It's about Lee Polk.

- It is?
- Yes.

Tell me, honey...

what would make a person
want to kill their father?

Everybody wants to
kill their father.

No, they don't.
Who told you that?

Really, think about it, Eileen.

Because Lee snuck into
his parents' bedroom

in the middle of the night...

hacked through his
father's throat

with an old kitchen knife,

and stabbed him in
the chest repeatedly.

His mother claimed she thought
there'd been a break-in.

How do you sleep through
something like that?

I don't know.

You don't. That's
why I called her in.

I mean, you were there.

The poor boy could
barely look at her, so...

so afterwards, I just
asked him point-blank.

I said...

I said, "What'd your
father do to you?"

"What made you want to do
that to your father's body?"

And he spilled it all
in a matter of minutes.

Nobody had ever bothered
to ask him before.

No one had thought to ask.

Wouldn't you want to know?

Wouldn't you be curious?

Yes.

Do you want to know?

Yes.

Eileen, you can never tell
anyone. Do you understand?

You understa... Promise me.

Promise.

The first thing
you need to know,

this isn't my house.

This is the Polk house.

I have Mrs. Polk
tied up downstairs.

Eileen. Eileen.

Eileen.

Eileen, please wait.

Eileen, please.

I thought I could do
this alone, Eileen.

Please don't go. Eileen!

Please, don't go. Please.

I thought you invited me over
here 'cause you liked me.

Oh, I do.

I do. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. Please, Eileen.

Just pl-please, Eileen.
Just give me a moment.

Please just let me explain.

I need...

I need a friend.

I came here yesterday afternoon

to talk to Mrs. Polk.

I said I could see
that she was upset

after our meeting with Lee,

was there anything
she wanted to discuss.

She said, "Nothing," so I...

I pressed her.

I told her what Lee had told me.

She spat at me,
called me the pervert,

then called her husband a saint,

and I left my card, told
her to think about it.

I knew she wouldn't
call. Then I left.

Now, I couldn't
sleep last night.

'Cause I...

I couldn't stop thinking
about what Lee had told me,

what his father had done,

and how his mother
had let it happen.

I don't even remember the drive
over here, I was so angry.

Suddenly I was pushing past her,

saying, "How could you do it?

How could you be complicit
in such torture?"

And she snapped.

She attacked me. See?

See?

So I defended myself.

We fought, and I... I
don't know what happened,

but somehow we fell down
the stairs to the basement.

I-I thought she
was gonna kill me,

so I hit her with a
chair and tied her up.

I tried to talk
to her rationally,

to explain that I
was here to help Lee,

that-that I could help
her, too, if she'd let me,

but... but she
just kept screaming

that-that I'd kidnapped her
and her husband was a cop

and I was gonna go to jail.

So I found some
codeine in a bathroom,

and got her to be quiet.

Then I called you.

Because, as you can see,
I'm in a bit of a pinch.

What can I do?

I need Mrs. Polk to confess,

and I need a witness,
two against one.

You understand?

Oh, I can't go to jail.

Okay.

Okay.

Wait here.

Eileen. Wait...

It's incredible.

Why do you have that?

Why did you bring
that around here?

My dad's sick.

Pick it up, and show me
how you're gonna hold it.

That's very good, Eileen.

All right.

Be cool.

Just tell us the
truth, Mrs. Polk,

and we'll let you go free.

Families can heal.

You're not a lost
cause. No one is.

It can't have been easy,

being married to
a man like that.

You're obviously
having a hard time.

Why don't you tell us what
happened in this house,

why you helped your
husband do what he did?

And then we'll be even,

and we can all walk
out of here, and...

and we can figure
out how to help Lee.

Fucking untie me! Untie me!

Let me out of here!

You crazy bitch,
get out of my house!

You're in big trouble,
you think you're gonna

- get away with this!
- Eileen.

You're going to jail
for a long time.

What the hell is
she doing here?!

What are you doing here?

I really think you need
to tell us the truth.

What the hell are
you talking about?!

If you don't...

we could leave you
down here tied up,

no one to find you.

The human body
can't live very long

without food and water.

Sooner or later, you're
gonna need to take a shit.

I guess you're just gonna
have to shit yourself.

And piss.

It's not gonna feel very good.

I'm not scared of you.

I know you.

I know who your dad is.

If you know my dad, then
you oughta be scared.

Yeah? Scared of a womanizing,
drunk piece of shit

who everybody knows
is batshit crazy?

You think he didn't have
problems of his own?

You think he didn't have
secrets of his own, huh?

You think your mom
didn't know about 'em?

Think it didn't...

I am going to fucking kill you

if you don't start
talking right now!

Please!

Please, don't kill me.

I won't have to kill
you if you talk.

I can't.

No, please.

She's not gonna help you. Talk.

I can't help you
unless you confess.

All right.

You win.

When you get married

and you have children...

You take an oath
when you get married

to honor and obey your husband.

You wouldn't understand that.

At first, I...

At first, I just,
I thought Mitch

was just checking
on him in his sleep,

you know, like any father would,

like he, he just
wanted to be sure

his son was safe
and sound in bed.

Sometimes I'd...

feel him getting out of bed,

and sometimes I'd just feel
him when he'd come back.

And he'd...

kiss me or...

hold me and...

You know?

And we hadn't
really been together

since Lee'd been born.

But then I...

I started getting these
infections down there.

I figured it was my fault.

And then I wondered if Mitch

had brought something
home with him, you know?

Then one time...

I got up in the
middle of the night.

I don't remember why.

Glass of water? I don't know.

I thought-I thought
maybe it was a dream.

I...

I went-I went and looked in.

It didn't dawn on me right away.

You know, I-I
swear to you. I...

I mean...

You don't expect your husband's

gonna do something
like that, you know?

I mean, nobody would
believe it, anyway.

And then I... and then...

And then I figured...

And then I figured,
if Lee was clean...

If he was clean,

an enema and a
bath before bed...

then it would be
better for all of us.

And it was.

I knew what I was
doing, it wasn't...

it wasn't quite right.

I did know that. I did.

But who do you tell? You know?

Who could I tell?

I mean, you do the best you can.

You know what happens
when you have children?

Your husband never
looks at you the same.

But after he went
to bed with Lee,

he'd come to me.

It was like a big
burden had been lifted.

He was, he was relaxed.

It felt good, how he'd hold me.

He loved me then.

He would whisper and kiss me.

It was the way it
had been before...

when we were young
and happy and in love.

It felt good.

Is that so wrong...

to want to feel like that?

You wouldn't understand.

You're young, you haven't
had your heart broken.

I'm bleeding! I'm bleeding!

Help me! Help me!

Please! Plea... Help me!

- I'm bleeding!
- Shh! Shh!

- Help me! You'll be sorry!
- Eileen, help me!

I'll tell everyone
what you've done!

- Eileen!
- A doctor!

Get a doctor!

- Get me out of here!
- Eileen, help me!

Help me!

No! No!

No.

No! No!

No! No!

Okay. Okay.

Why did you shoot her?

I was upset.

What do we do now?

We take her to my house.

My dad's always
whipping his gun out.

Everyone knows it.

We can make it look like
he shot her in a blackout.

He's just a drunk
piece of shit, right?

He's gonna die
anyway or go crazy.

The doctor said so.

So let's take her
together and leave.

Then we could go to New
York for the New Year...

just the two of us.

I love you.

It's okay.

Come on.

All right.

You go ahead to
your father's house.

Wait for me there.

- Yeah.
- I'll clean up inside.

We can't leave any
evidence behind.

- I'll be waiting.
- I'll be quick.

Eileen.

Eileen.

Go back to sleep, Dad.

Where you going?

I might just get on the road.

All right, then.

Good night.