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I can't do this.

Agnes, sweetheart,
of course you can.

- I need your help.

How am I supposed to do this on my own?

I would help if
I could, you know that.

- I can't.

Yes you can.

Listen to me.

Are you listening?

- Yes.

Take a deep breath.

You can do this.

You will do this.

He's your brother.

He's family.

We take care of family, right?

- Yes.

Okay, now
honey, hang up the phone.

Your brother needs you.

- Okay.

I love you.

I love you too.

That's basically it.

Make sure the tubes are clean.

If you're going to be touching
anything, wash your hands.

You should only have to
change him once a day.

He shouldn't be excreting too many solids

and the bags will take care of the rest.

That's everything.

You already know how to work the lift.

You got any questions?

- I ready about a man who was
in a coma for 12 years and

when he came out of it, he
said he remembered everything.

He was aware the whole time.

He even remembered his
mother telling him that

she wished he would die.

You don't think?

- I doubt it very much
but maybe just in case,

try not to say anything too mean.

Relax, you're going to do fine.

It's not as hard as it seems.

Should drop off the medical
supplies every month.

If you run out of anything,
you have my number.

Don't hesitate to call.

I can get them to you
way faster than they can

get them to you.

- Thank you, Darryl.

- You're basically a saint for doing this.

Taking care of him.

- No, this is just what you do for family.

- I knew your mom.

She was a real sweet lady.

Took good care of Andrew.

I'm sorry for your loss.

- Thank you.

- Take care, Agnes.

Don't hesitate to call.

Hi, Andrew.

It's Agnes, your sister.

I'm going to take good care of you.

Agnes.

Agnes.

Agnes!

- Oh I'm sorry.

I fell asleep.

Let's get you ready for bed.

So pretty.

Agnes.

Let me in!

Let me in!

Let me in, Agnes.

Let me in.

Andrew.

Let go.

Let go!

I'm dying, Agnes.

- I've been screaming at you for years.

Even when mother was taking care of me.

I called your name.

I reached out to you with my mind.

- Every time the hair
on your neck stood up,

every time you felt like
you were being watched,

every time you were being
watched, that was me.

I screamed for you.

Because I'm dying.

I've been dying, slowly, for years.

Ever since the accident.

- Mom took care of you.

Why didn't you scream for her?

I did.

She either couldn't hear
me or refused to listen

and now she's dead.

You and I always had a
special bond, didn't we?

I always loved you, Agnes.

Always.

You know that, right?

- Yes.

- And you love me.

Or else you wouldn't be taking care of me.

You could have just let
me rot in some home.

- You're my brother.

This is just what you do for family.

- That's right.

Family.

I need you to do something else for me.

Will you do it?

- I have to whisper it.

Come closer.

Closer.

Closer.

Blood, sister.

I need blood.

The blood of women.

The blood of the dead.

Bring me back to life.

And I'll love you forever.

Can you do that for me?

- Yes.

Yes I can.

She's pretty.

But not as pretty as you, Agnes.

I can see inside her.

She's ugly inside.

Give her to me, Agnes.

I need her blood.

I need it to live.

Carve her up, Agnes.

Carve her up.

Carve her up, Agnes.

Carve her up.

Yes, yes, good girl.

Good girl.

Good girl, yes, good.

Yes.

Perfect.

What did it feel like?

Carving her up.

Feeling the knife slide through her flesh.

- I don't remember.

Yes you do.

- I don't want to say.

Little sister, you can tell me.

I can keep a secret.

Just like you.

- It felt good.

Of course it did.

What was it like?

- It was hard.

Harder than I thought it would be.

Flesh and bone are tougher
than you would think.

But then it was easy.

So easy.

It felt warm, and nice.

Every thrust ended in a gush of hot blood.

It was so satisfying.

It's already working.

Look at my finger.

Did you see it?

- Yes.

Yes I saw.

I'm coming back.

It's working.

I need more.

Oh , Agnes.

As many as you want.

You need rest now.

Give your brother a kiss.

Let's get you to bed.

No, I'm fine here.

I'll watch the sun rise.

I feel alive.

- That guy that came in with gangrene.

- Yeah.

- Yeah he shit all over me the other night

when I was working thirds.

- That's gross.

- Oh, man, blood, and
piss, and puss, and puke

I can deal with but poop,
no thanks, not for me.

- It's pretty much all the
same to me at this point.

- I can't get used to it.

- Hey remember that guy with
the blue eyes, the vegetable?

We took care of him a couple days.

- Creepy fucker, yeah I remember.

Why did he shit on you?

- No, I went with drop
when they brought him home.

His sister is going to
take care of him now.

I was there to teach her
how to feed him and stuff.

She can't be a day over 25.

Can you imagine that?

Giving up your life so young
to take care of somebody else.

- Yeah, we get to go home though.

- Occasionally.

- She's cute too.

- Yeah.

- Stop.

Her only company is a human care.

Why don't you go over
there, see if she wants

to ride the D train.

- I don't think she's like that.

She's quiet, shy.

- The shy ones are the best.

Have you ever dated a shy girl?

- I don't know.

- They're freaks, they're super freaks.

I guarantee you, she'll
make your dong fee like

a Pac Man joystick.

- Oh my God.

- Well you know Claire.

Greasy Claire?

- Yeah.

- You didn't.

- I kind of did.

- That is gross.

- It was gross, it was really gross.

But she's a freak on a stick.

- Yeah.

- That is such a good question.

It was late, we were working thirds.

We were bored and horny.

- That has got to be
the worst combination.

- Is it the worst because
it might be the best.

I'm thinking maybe it's the best.

- Come on, Casanova, we
ought to be getting back.

- I guess so.

- Come on, we can say hi to
grease ball on our way up.

- No, she doesn't talk to me anymore.

- I wonder why.

- I'm thinking about it.

Don't be a pussy, do it.

Come on, I said
I was thinking about it.

- Good morning.

Andrew?

Are you okay?

You must be sleeping.

It was a big night.

Oh, Andrew.

I haven't changed you since you got here.

Let's get you cleaned up.

I hope you're just sleeping, Andrew.

I feel like I'm by myself again.

Shh.

You have to be quiet.

You're not here yet.

That might be you.

May I help you?

- Hello, I am from Foundation Star Energy

and we think that you
might be paying a little

too much for your eclectic bill.

Oh I hope not.

That would be awful.

- Well can I take a
look at your last bill?

Of course, come in.

I would like you to meet my brother.

Hello?

- Yes.

- Hey it's me Darryl.

Do you remember me?

I was with your brother
when they brought him home.

- I remember.

Hi, Darryl, how are you?

- I'm good.

What are you up to right now?

- I'm a little busy at the moment.

Why do you ask?

- Oh wondering if you
wanted to go for a walk

or grab some dinner or something?

- Oh.

I'm afraid I already have dinner, Darryl.

- Oh then I guess maybe
some other time then?

- Maybe.

- It's beautiful tonight.

- Yeah.

So I guess I'll let you go then.

- Okay.

Goodbye, Darryl.

- Bye.

- He seemed nice, but I don't
really have time in my life

for boys.

Never did really.

I'm the kind of woman
they used to make fun of

on television.

Spinsters, they called us.

You don't really hear that
word too much anymore.

I'm not ashamed of the choices I've made.

It's rarely a good idea to
dwell on what could have been.

Speaking of choices, I looked
up Foundation Star Energy.

They're a scam organization,
did you know that?

They aren't the only ones.

I get five or six people
a week coming to my door,

claiming to be from the power company.

My point is you probably should have been

a bit more discerning
when choosing your career.

Not that it matters now.

Best not to dwell.

Did you know you were
here before you were here?

Isn't that something?

I heard you.

Didn't sound like you of course
but I'm certain it was you.

I told you to be quiet.

Do you remember?

You really had no business
being here before you were here.

It's rude frankly.

But then you showed up so I
suppose it doesn't matter now.

My brother wants to meet you.

You aren't going to like him.

He's going to like you.

He likes pretty girls.

He likes them even better
with their clothes off.

Boys are funny like that.

All they want is what's under our clothes.

He just wants a warm
place to put his thing.

Andrew is no exception.

But he's my brother.

And I want him to be happy and healthy.

I get scared sometimes.

But I would do anything for him.

Oh he's awake.

You stay right there, I will go get him.

Hey.

- This movie is terrible.

- Yeah.

- It might get better.

- I don't think so.

They front-loaded this thing with tits,

that's never a good sign.

- I don't want to put
on anything I have to

pay attention to.

- Yeah.

- She was acting real weird.

She turned me down.

She tell you to go fuck yourself?

- No.

- Maybe.

We'll see.

- I'm looking for something else to watch.

- I'm watching this.

Yeah but by the
time I find something,

this will be over.

- Fair enough.

- I'm getting a beer before
I come back, you want one?

No thanks.

- Tell me something, why
do you always go after

difficult girls?

- Define difficult.

- You never date regular chicks.

- Because there are no regular chicks.

Everybody's got shit.

I got shit, you got shit.

- You know what I mean
though, you like weirdo's.

- That's inaccurate.

Name one girl you've dated
that wasn't on mood-altering

prescriptions.

- Leslie wasn't.

- Well Leslie should
have been, because Leslie

was fucking crazy, she was a bunny boiler.

- She was all right.

- Fuck no.

She set my laundry on fire.

There you go.

By the way, I am absolutely
just amazed that one

human being could amass
so many shitty movies.

It's like you do it on purpose.

- I do do it on purpose.

That's what I like.

Where are we going?

I told you I had a surprise.

Her name is Charlotte.

Let me see her.

Is she pretty?

You're pretty, Agnes.

She's trash.

Not even human.

Can't decide if
it should be quick or slow.

Slow, definitely slow.

I took her clothes off for you.

I knew you would like that.

I wanted you to be able to see.

Cut her.

Cut her for me.

Her blood is such a beautiful hue.

- It's the color of roses.

Just like roses.

Do you want to pop her eye?

- I do.

I really do.

Do it, I want to see you do it.

Make it hurt, I want her to hurt.

- I felt it.

I felt the bone.

I wasn't sure I could get through it.

But I did.

Good girl.

I want to taste her.

Let me taste her.

Very good.

- I'll go get the syringe.

I want it in my mouth.

I want to taste it.

More.

Yes.

I can feel it.

It's working.

Watch my eyes, Agnes.

I'm coming back.

I get lonely when you sleep.

I'll sleep when you sleep.

- I have some questions for you.

You can ask me anything.

- I want to know what it's like.

Does it hurt?

It hurt at
first but now it doesn't.

I can't feel much of anything really.

After the accident, it
was like tumbling through

a void for a long time.

Years I think.

Then I started to hear mother's voice.

I started to see light in the blackness.

It was like falling passed
brightly-lit windows.

Just blurs and flashes.

They passed and I would watch
them shrink into the void.

Eventually I started concentrating.

By sheer will I slowed my
fall, util finally I was

looking directly into one of the windows.

It was so bright it hurt.

I pushed towards it.

I willed myself to move through it.

That's when I saw her.

I saw mother.

She was crying.

She was sitting in her
chair in the living room

in her night gown crying.

Every ounce of me wanted
to go to her, to hug her,

to fix things, but I couldn't.

That's when I started screaming.

I screamed and screamed for
her but she couldn't hear me.

I slipped back into the darkness.

My awareness came in bursts.

Suddenly I would be in front
of the television watching

a movie, then I would be in
bed staring at the ceiling.

Then I would be back in the living room.

Every single time I screamed for mother.

I just wanted her to hear me.

But then I started screaming for you.

And then I started feeling you.

I would call your name
and then feel the hairs

on your neck stand up.

I would feel the shiver down your spine.

Your tongue moving against your lips.

I knew you could hear
me or at least feel me.

You and I were always so close.

Sometimes I would feel your nipples harden

and pressed against your shirt.

I was the tingle moving
through your body, Agnes.

Those were my screams.

I was the warmth between your legs.

The wetness.

- You shouldn't say those things, Andrew.

What things?

- I'm your sister, Andrew.

You don't talk to your sister like that.

I love you though.

Don't you love me?

- Of course I do.

I think it's time for bed.

Sleep in my bed
with me tonight, Agnes.

- I don't think I can do that.

It's so cold and I miss you.

Please.

- Okay.

Just sleep beside me.

- Okay.

Thank you.

Thank you for this.

I love you very much.

- I love you too.

Goodnight, Andrew.

Goodnight.

Agnes?

- Yes.

I'm very cold.

- I can get you some blankets.

No please.

Just lie close to me.

Yes.

Thank you.

Andy please.

Please.

No, please.

Andy get away.

Shh.

No.

You'll wake mother.

No.

Don't tell mother, Agnes.

I love you.

I love you so much.

Andrew.

Take off
the fucking night gown.

Andrew?

Andrew where are you?

Andrew?

Let me out.

- I just want to make
you feel good, Agnes.

Don't you want to feel good?

- Because I love you.

Don't you know that I love you?

Shh.

Calm down.

We're going to make each other feel good.

Okay?

- No.

Oh no.

- Shh.

- No.

- It's our secret.

No one needs to know.

They wouldn't understand.

- Please no.

- Shh.

Don't tell mother.

- Oh God no.

Don't hide, Agnes.

You're so pretty.

- I don't want to.

I don't want to.

No one knows, Agnes.

Nobody knows how much you like it.

No one knows what a slut you are.

- I'm not a slut.

- Only I know, Agnes.

I won't tell anybody if you don't.

Now do it.

- No.

Do it.

Touch yourself.

I want to see you do it.

- No, Andrew.

I won't.

Agnes.

Do it.

I want to see you do it.

Or I'll kill mother.

- You wouldn't.

- I'll go into her room.

And I'll slit her throat.

It will be that easy.

Is that what you want?

It will be your fault.

- You wouldn't do that.

You love her.

- I only love you, Agnes.

Now touch yourself.

Good girl.

I love you so much, Agnes.

Tell me you love me.

Say it.

- I love you.

Hello?

- Mama.

Agge, what's wrong?

- I don't know what to do.

I need to talk to you.

Of course, sweetie.

Are you okay?

- When Andy and I were
young, I think he hurt me.

I don't remember and I
needed to talk to you.

He's your older brother, Agnes.

Boys are rough.

- No I don't mean like that.

I mean he touched me.

I think he touched me.

I can't remember.

Why can't I remember?

Oh, Agnes, he's a boy.

He has needs,
Agnes, that's what boys do

when they like girls,
they like girls with their

clothes off.

He just wanted a warm
place to put his thing.

Where did he put it?

In your mouth?

In your privates?

In your behind?

- Mom stop.

Stop, what's wrong with you?

Nothing is wrong with me.

What's wrong with you?

20 years later you're trying
to tell on your brother

for doing what boys do.

He never told on you, Agnes.

He never told me what a slut you are.

- I'm not a slut.

You liked it, didn't you?

- No.

Of course you did.

It felt good to have his
thing in you, didn't it?

You whore, you little fucking slut.

You're sick, Agnes.

- I know I am.

Hang up this
phone right now and go

apologize to your brother.

Say something.

Andrew why are you doing this to me?

I've had practice now.

It would be so easy, the
flesh in your throat is soft.

I could slice your Adam's apple
in half and watch you die.

Fucking say something!

You're getting shaggy, Brother.

They say it's easier to cut
yourself with a dull blade.

I personally never understood that.

This blade is sharp.

It cuts.

Don't worry.

I'll be careful.

I'll go nice and slow.

Whoops.

Silly me.

Butter fingers.

You know I love you, right?

You know I would never
hurt you on purpose.

What are you doing?

- Giving you a shave.

No, not that.

You killed last night.

- Yes.

Remember?

In the laundry room, you were there.

No that was
for me, you killed again.

This one was for you.

- I told you I liked it.

You're supposed
to bring me blood.

You're supposed to bring me back to life.

Fine.

Tonight you'll have blood.

Good girl.

My brother's
situation is unique.

It's no biggie.

I've partied with cripples before.

Good.

I will need to be present.

Is that a problem?

- Not at all.

If you like to watch,
or want to play along,

I don't really have a problem with that.

It's extra if you want to
get in on the action though.

No, nothing like that.

My brother is mute unfortunately.

I will have to tell you what he wants.

He and I have a unique bond.

- It's no business of mine
to pry on your private life.

He likes to watch.

Are you comfortable with touching yourself

in front of him?

Shit yes, that's an easy job.

You're paying me to do
what I would have been

doing tonight anyways.

I have a shit load of weird
toys, if he's into that.

Your fingers
will suffice I think.

I like it.

You'll be here promptly?

- As long as you can pay
me when I walk in the door.

Not a problem.

- Then I'll see you soon.

Goodbye, Daisy.

What are you doing?

What is this?

What are you trying to do?

Say something.

I know you can hear me, Agnes.

What are you doing?

- Your date is here.

You're acting strange.

This is a nice neighborhood.

Way nicer than mine.

- This is Andrew.

Andrew is paralyzed but he can see you.

Andrew, this is Daisy.

- I'm sure he is.

- Cool, so before we
start, I've got to go pee.

Does he want to watch that?

- No.

The bathroom is over there.

- Cool, thanks.

What are you doing, Agnes?

- I'm just trying to show you a good time.

She's going to take her clothes off.

She's going to touch herself.

Isn't that what you wanted?

Yes.

But I need blood.

- And you'll have it.

What's going on with you?

Why don't I trust you anymore?

- Daisy, strip.

Everything?

- Everything.

All right.

I like her, Agnes.

I like her.

She's pretty.

Prettier than you even.

Make her get on her knees.

- Now on your knees.

Tell her to touch herself.

- Daisy, Andrew wants you to masturbate.

I love her, Agnes.

She's a good girl, she does what I want.

I like her more than you.

You spend too much time
pretending you don't want it,

that you never wanted it,
that you never liked it.

You are a liar, Agnes.

Deep down, you're just like her.

You're like all of them.

A whore, a slut.

You are trash.

Don't you dare, Agnes.

Let her finish.

- Yeah.

I do.

Don't you fucking do it, Agnes.

Goddammit, Agnes.

You bitch.

You slut.

You do what I tell you to,
when I tell you to do it.

Last night and now this?

I'm sorry, brother.

I was just trying to
be a good girl for you.

Just give me her
blood and let this be over.

- Let's try something else.

This is what you like, isn't it?

This is what you wanted?

A warm place to put your thing.

Right?

Am I good now?

What the
fuck is wrong with you?

Well that's a good fucking question.

You're wrong with me.

You did this to me, Andrew.

Did you know that?

You ruined me.

Fucking ruined me.

You hurt me.

You broke me.

You raped me.

You did.

Raped me over and over again.

You liked it.

- Shut up, shut the fuck up.

I didn't like it.

You made me crazy and mom, she ignored it.

She knew what was happening.

She said that's just how boys are.

I believed her.

I believed her so much I never
let a man get close to me.

You set the ugly fucking
precedent for every man

I would ever meet.

I shrunk up.

I hid myself away.

I've hated every woman I've ever met.

I've been afraid of every man.

All because of you.

I was a child, Andrew.

A child.

Agnes.

- I thought I could do
this, I thought I could

take care of you.

I bottled it all up.

I shut it all down.

We're family.

I made myself forget.

Something took its place.

Something dark.

Something bad.

It festered.

And it turned into this.

Into that.

She deserved it.

They all deserved it.

They were ugly.

Not like you, Agnes.

You are beautiful.

I love you.

- You never loved anything.

Because of you, neither did I.

Goodbye, Andrew.

Wait.

- Good girl.

Hello?

- Hi, Darryl.

Oh, hey, how are you?

- I was just wondering
if you could come over.

When?

- Right now.

I'm not even dressed yet.

- Okay.

Is everything all right?

- Well I stabbed my brother in the eye

with a chef's knife and he's dead now.

What?

Are you serious?

- There's another girl
here, I slit her throat

and then I raped her with
the knife and she's dead too.

It was the throat thing that got her.

Jesus Christ.

Agnes this isn't funny.

- No, and there's another
girl in the laundry room.

She's dead too, and
there's a couple others.

I'm really fucked up.

I think I'm a bad person.

I'm sorry to bother you.

You're the only other number in my phone.

You and my mom.

Agnes I have to call the cops.

You understand that, right?

- I know.

I was just hoping you
could come over here first.

Agnes, why would I do that?

You just told me you
murdered a bunch of people.

- Because I think you like me.

And I don't want to be alone.

All right, I'm on my way.

I'll see you soon.

Thank you, Darryl.

Kill him, Agnes.

Be a good girl.

Kill him.

Kill him, Agnes.

Be a good girl.

Kill him, Agnes.

Be a good girl.

- He's still here.