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(Rattling)

(Dramatic music)

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(Light buzzing)

(Footsteps approaching)

(Sniffling)

- Your father had strict instructions.

First, that I recite this proverb.

(Speaking foreign language)

The family is not an important thing...

it is everything.

And second...

that as the oldest male,

his son Lawrence speak on behalf of the family.

- I tried to, uh...

He's too big.

But he picked me.

(♪Lonely for Youby Gary Stites playing on PA ♪)

♪♪Lonely for you ♪

♪ Oh, I'm so blue ♪

♪ Well, I'm so lonely Lonely for you ♪

♪ I don't know what to do ♪

♪ Please, my baby ♪

♪ I'm so lonely ♪

♪ Darling, what am I gonna do? ♪

♪ I'm so lonely for you ♪

♪Oh♪♪

(Breathing heavily)

(Water running)

(Sighing)

(Groaning)

(Grunting, bin thumping)

(Grunting, screaming)

- I would have done something different.

- He didn't pick you.

(Sighing)

- We used to do this drive all the time.

Remember?

- I do.

It was great.

(Classical music on radio )

(Music continues)

(Music stops)

- There he fucking is.

(Toy cat trilling)

(Speaking French)

Shortly before he died, your father gave me this envelope.

He asked me to open it here directly after the funeral with you three present.

It's his final wish.

- This wasn't in the will?

- He gave it to me after that was all in order.

- Why would he give it to you?

- "To my boys, Lawrence, Philip and Eli.

"From the moment you were born, I have moulded you in my image."

"Now I am gone, and you must carry out my legacy."

"I've shown you how to be a Seligman,"

"how to be strong, how to be men."

"I don't want a shiva."

"Sitting around is for losers."

"I want you to compete...

"for $100,000.

"This is my tribute.

"With no other option,

"your mother must take my place as judge.

"One of you will get this money by competition's end.

"Once and for all...

one of you will be crowned the best boy."

And it's notarized by our attorney.

- You didn't know anything about this?

He asked me to open it here after the funeral.

- Well, we can't. We're adults now.

- I hate it, what he did to all of you, but...

- It's what Dad wants.

- It's been a long day.

Let's talk in the morning.

It's nice having you all together like this.

It's been far too long.

- (Whispering): You're not gonna do it, are you?

- (Whispering): I don't know.

- He's gonna try to kill us again.

(Liquid pouring)

- You know I don't drink that stuff.

- Would you care to join us, Phil?

- No, but thank you.

- I give you a day, two tops.

It never takes you too long to fall apart.

- I'm doing really good, actually.

So, where's Lea and the kids?

- They're great. They couldn't make it.

- That's great. - Hey! What are you doing?

Rule number 3: no affection!

(Sighing)

- I thought now that he's gone...

- That the rules are too? They're all we have left!

Well, I'm in.

- Obviously.

We're not.

Why do you want this?

- Because I do, OK? - Well, I don't.

I'll take the bus back in the morning.

(Breathing heavily)

- You are gonna win.

It's yours.

It's fucking yours.

You're gonna win.

You're gonna win. You're gonna win.

You're gonna win.

You're gonna win!

(Dramatic music)

(Insects chirring)

(Breathing heavily)

I thought you were leaving.

- Does this mean you've all decided?

- No, it doesn't!

- I decided I was in last night. So did Eli.

- The race is first if I remember correctly.

- Out on the lawn. Let's go.

- It can just be the boys if you want to leave.

(Speaking French)

It's up to you.

(Door opening)

(Door closing)

(Door opening)

(Door closing)

(Door opening)

(Horn sounding)

May the best boy win!

Ready!

(♪ Vivaldi'sL'Inverno♪)

And...

(Gunshot)

(Breathing heavily)

- Yes! Ha!

Yes...

(Both breathing heavily)

(♪ Singing in foreign language on stereo ♪)

(Music stops)

(Speaking Hebrew)

The boy who finishes the race first is the best.

- You read Hebrew?

- From memory.

Good job, honey.

- Thank you, Mom.

(Scoffing)

- (Lawrence and Eli): I lost, so I am a loser.

- I haven't seen Leora and Ashor in quite some time.

- Mmm. Well, work, school.

You know how it is. - No, in fact, I don't.

Explain it to me.

- W... Uh...

- That's odd.

They couldn't make it to their grandfather's funeral.

- Philip...

How is your alcohol addiction going?

- I don't drink anymore, Mom.

I haven't had...

a drink in over a year.

- And where are you now?

You move around so much, it's hard to keep track.

- Squamish.

- And what are you up to all the way out there?

- Hmm?

- Well, I'm, um...

You know, sort of...

between things at the moment.

- Is that code for unemployed?

- Well, it's a pity I don't get to see you either.

Thank God I have my darling Eli.

So...

Ready for the truth?

- Why are we here? - Money.

- Mmm... - There's no money.

- How do you know?

- The house is falling down.

They haven't gotten a new car in over 10 years.

- The business is fine.

- I live with them.

They're broke.

- If there's no money, then why are you here?

- I want to win.

- Mm-hmm.

Right...

The truth.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the annual Seligman

Best Boy Truth Contest!

(Applause)

(♪ Man singing in foreign language on stereo ♪)

(Music stops)

Will the contestants please come to the stage?

(Philip sighing)

- The eldest may begin.

- Dad only wanted boys, so when he had a girl,

he called her Philip.

- Eli hated that music Dad made us listen to so much,

he hid cotton balls in his underwear to stuff in his ears.

- After Dad hit us, Lawrence would go to his room,

hide in the corner and hit himself.

- Switch.

- Eli wet his bed until he was 11.

I don't know, maybe he still does.

Do you?

- When she was 12, Philip started drinking vodka

from the liquor cabinet and filling it up with water.

- Because Dad forbade masturbation,

Lawrence would sneak in the laundry room and do it

every night when he thought we were all sleeping.

- Switch.

- Philip lives in the middle of nowhere because

she can't face anything.

- Eli's 36 and lives at home.

- Lawrence thinks he runs the business.

But really, it's Mom. - Switch.

- When he was young, Eli was so afraid of me

he would hide for hours.

- Philip ran away from home when she was 15 for 5 months.

When she got back, Dad put her in a mental institution.

- At 10, Lawrence would cry in my lap every night

because he was afraid Dad didn't love him.

- Switch.

- Philip has done zip, zilch,

absolutely nothing with her whole life

because in her heart, she knows she's a fucking loser.

(Exhaling sharply)

You are weak.

- The youngest may begin.

- Lawrence has no friends.

- Eli hasn't had sex in 10 years.

- Dad sent Lawrence on the road so he wouldn't see him.

- Dad let Eli stay home 'cause he's completely useless.

- Dad thought Lawrence was bad at his job.

- Dad thinks Eli is shit at literally every fucking thing.

- The last time we did Best Boy, Lawrence almost killed Philip.

To get away, she swam to the middle of the lake

and spent the whole night there.

The next day she fell into a coma and when she woke up,

she was never the same, and neither was Lawrence.

(Exhaling sharply)

You are weak.

(♪ Woman vocalizing on stereo ♪)

(Speaking Hebrew)

The boy who tells the last truth is the best.

Good job, darling.

(Footsteps retreating)

- (Whispering): I'm sorry.

- Go fuck yourself.

- Rule number 2: no crying!

(Zipper opening)

- I lost... so I am a loser.

(Footsteps retreating)

(Dramatic music)

- What?

Is there something you want to say?

Ow!

(Sighing)

Stop, Lawrence!

- Think maybe I should have strangled you instead,

big mouth?

(Exhaling sharply)

- You're really hurting me.

I... I'm telling Mom!

(Spitting)

(Breathing heavily)

(Dramatic music)

(Insects chirring)

(♪ Man vocalizing on stereo ♪)

(♪ Vocalizing continues on stereo ♪)

(Footsteps approaching)

- Turn it off.

- Turn it off!

- Do not fucking touch it!

(♪ Vocalizing on stereo )

- Turn the table off, sweetheart.

It's a bit late for that.

(Music stops)

(Speaking French)

Goodnight, my loves.

- Where did you get this?

- On the counter.

(Drawer opening, closing)

Were you in my room last night?

- Still doing payroll at the company?

How many employees are there now?

- Six.

- Including Dad, Mom, you and Lawrence?

- Yeah.

- Is that taking up most of your week?

- Do you want to know why I want to do it?

I was too young back then.

It's my turn now, my time to prove that I'm the best.

- Why? Because Dad said so?

Do you think it's good that you still live at home?

- They protect me.

- From what?

- Dad knows what's best. He always has.

- Did he know what's best when he made us strip naked

and yell that we're losers when we were 10?

Why do you think you're like this?

- Like what?

Oh, look at you.

(Scoffing)

- OK.

- Any job prospects?

- No, not right now, but...

- Boyfriend?

- No.

- Anything on the horizon at all?

Seems like you've got it all figured out.

(Knocking on door)

- Mom? - Hi, sweetheart.

(Clears throat)

- Um... - What is it?

(Gulping)

(Gasping)

Oh, OK, my baby.

- (Crying): I miss Dad.

- OK.

(Sobbing)

(Lawrence talking, indistinct)

- What's up, big baby?

(Gasping)

- With Jewish school, Leora needing braces

and Lea needing to redo the kitchen

and us losing the Cornwall account,

I just feel a little underwater right now, Mom.

- I know, I know.

(Sobbing)

- Just a little bit of money and I would catch up, you know?

We just have to be able to breathe.

- I understand, sweetheart. Of course.

- It's just I don't know what to do.

What... What do you think?

(Sniffling)

- About what?

- About the competition and the money and the...

- I think you will compete just like the others.

- (Mom): I like it when your hair is out

of your face like that.

You look good.

- Thanks.

Maman?

(Speaking English): Can I have a hug?

- But why?

(Chuckling)

I'm sure the boys want to keep on going, but, um...

Do you think we should stop?

- But why?

- You can always leave.

Isn't that your specialty?

- You make it so easy.

(Dramatic music)

(Dog barking)

(Dramatic music)

(Slap landing)

- Hey, you're gonna stop being such a bitch.

(Slap landing)

- Fuck you!

(Dog barking)

- (Whispering): You are fucking Lawrence Seligman.

You are fucking Lev Seligman's fucking son.

Are you kidding me?

You have a big dick. You have a big beautiful cock.

And everybody knows it.

And you run the largest road salt wholesaler

in Quebec.

You run that shit.

Dad gave that company to you to run.

He put you in charge.

Yeah, not Mom, not Mom. You.

You're the motherfucking CEO!

(Dog barking)

Can you just stop being such a fucking baby,

you do-nothing sensitive fuck?

Yes.

Is that how Dad raised you? No.

Is that how Dad raised you?

Now are you gonna win this for him?

Yes. Yeah.

Are you gonna win this for fucking Dad?

Yes. Yes. Yes!

Let's go! Let's go!

Let's fucking go!

(Water trickling)

- If I win this one, it's over.

- Same here.

- If either of you win this one, I'm killing myself.

- Don't hurt yourselves.

It's only money.

- The money is real, right?

- Of course. - Of course...

Come on!

(Breathing heavily)

(Bird chirping)

(Sighing)

Count it off, Mom!

- One...

two...

three.

(Bubbles popping)

(Gasping)

(Bubbles popping)

(Gasping)

(Water splashing)

- OK, it's over.

Get your brother.

- Lawrence, it's over.

You won.

Stop fucking arou... - (Mom): Get him out now!

(Grunting)

- Help me!

(Philip and Eli grunting)

- Do something!

(Breathing heavily)

(Grunting)

- Again!

Again!

(Grunting)

(Choking)

(Coughing)

- Did I win?

(♪ Children singing in foreign language on stereo ♪)

(Music stops)

(Speaking in Hebrew)

The boy who holds his breath the longest is the best.

(Speaking English): Good job, sweetheart.

- Thanks, Mom.

(Clears throat)

Losers strip. - No.

It was sick then and it's sick now.

- I don't think it's good that he made us do that.

- Did she get in your ear?

Hmm? - You almost just died.

- So?

- (Philip): So we need to stop right now!

- (Lawrence): Why?

- Because I'm not fucking doing it, that's why.

- I'm not doing it either.

- W... No. No!

This is the way Dad wanted.

We're not changing anything!

-Maman...

- "Oh, oh, maman?"

- You kids should sort this out yourselves.

- How do we know the money is even real?

- Your father's letter.

- The signature looked off to me.

- He was so far gone by that point.

He could barely lift his arm.

- Hmm... maybe you wrote it.

- You don't trust your own mother?

- You know all the angles, don't you, Mom?

- What do you mean, sweetheart?

- Don't you think this has gone far enough?

- What, honey?

- Mom?

Something's not right here.

- I agree.

- Then put a stop to it!

- It's my decision?

(Philip chuckling)

- You're the parent!

- Why does that matter now, all of a sudden?

None of you listened to me back then.

- Where are you in all of this?

You say you hate Best Boy,

but you seem to be having a pretty good time

with that cape on.

It must be nice playing the victim.

Your hands are so clean.

That was always Dad's thing.

(Whispering): You could have left.

(Speaking French)

That's easy to say.

- (Lawrence): She doesn't love you.

Can't you tell?

(Sobbing)

(Breathing heavily)

(Chuckling)

(Footsteps approaching)

(Floor creaking)

(Urinating, giggling)

- Hmm...

You know, what Eli said, that wasn't true.

I barely remember the night that, uh,

in the forest where I scared you a bit.

- You almost killed me. - Hmm? No, no, no.

It was just a scratch.

Besides, what you said that night, that wasn't true.

You know, you're the one that Dad hated, not me.

You think he said you were worthless.

Yeah.

He was right. You were then.

And you are now. I mean, look at you.

You see, I got a good job.

And I have a beautiful wife.

And I have... I have two amazing kids.

You...

Hmm...

Well, you couldn't even hold your breath the longest.

You used to always win that one, huh?

Wait, wait. One last thing.

How's your sobriety going this time around?

(Sighing)

(Sighing)

♪♪Baby, it's slow ♪

♪ When the lights go low ♪

♪ There's no help, no ♪

♪ Baby, it's slow ♪

- Why don't you love me?

♪ When the lights go low ♪

♪ There's no help, no ♪

(Object clattering)

(♪The Electricianby The Walker Brothers on radio ♪)

♪ He's drilling through ♪

♪ The Spiritus Sanctus tonight ♪

♪ Through the dark hip falls

♪ Screaming ♪

♪ "Oh, you mambos kill me ♪

♪ And kill me and kill me" ♪

♪ If I jerk the handle ♪

♪ You'll die in your... ♪♪

(Music stops)

(Engine stops)

Yeah, Mr. Leblanc, it's Lawrence Seligman.

Yeah, yeah, yeah! I know what time it is.

Listen, I just have one question.

Does my mother have access to $100,000?

(Grumbling)

(Brake clicking, engine stops)

I called the lawyer.

He never heard of any fucking letter.

- It's true? - Yeah.

He also said that there's no way

you had that kind of money.

- He wouldn't know about cash

your father squirreled away, would he?

- What's that?

- It's for the money.

It's in there.

- Yeah, no. Bullshit.

- I knew who you were calling.

And I knew you'd come back.

You don't give up that easy.

- How do you know where it is?

- It's where the competition ends.

Isn't this just like him?

Only makes sense the lawyer wouldn't know, right?

- Why say it was notarized even?

- To make sure you all bought in.

And you did.

- Why should I trust you?

- Everything I do... is for you kids.

(Rain pattering, insects chirring)

(Grunting)

- Mom?

Mom?

(Breathing heavily)

Mom!

(Breathing heavily)

(Gasping, grunting)

(Sobbing)

Mommy!

Mommy!

(Groaning, breathing heavily)

(Door opening)

- Where were you? - What the hell happened?

- Where's Mom? - Wh... She's not here?

- We though she was with you!

- Ah, she fucking took the money. Ah!

- Where was it? - Lawrence, where's Mom?

- I don't know!

- What do you mean you don't know?

How do you know she took the money?

- I called the lawyer. He never heard of any letter.

He didn't know what the fuck I was talking about.

So I speed back here.

In the forest somewhere, so we go digging.

After a couple hours, she's like: "Take a rest."

She must have found the money

'cause when I woke up, she was gone!

- I told you there is no money!

- Well, Mom said there was!

(Breathing heavily)

- How do we know you didn't do something to Mom?

- 'Cause I'm telling you I didn't.

- You look like shit.

- Yeah, 'cause I've been digging a hole for 7 hours.

- What happened to your ankle? - I fell!

Oh, OK. OK.

You want to talk about who's losing it?

Let's talk about you pissing on my drawing from Grade 2.

How about that?

- It was you.

You spat on my clothes!

- She... she what?

Oh...

You're wasted just like you were when you were 16.

- I didn't drink.

I'm... I'm better now.

Different.

- Right...

(Talking, indistinct)

Ah...

Just do it. Just go ahead.

I could really use a fucking drink,

I'll tell you that much.

(Cap tapping on counter)

(Sighing)

Mmm...

(Bottle clanging on counter)

(Sighing, sucking)

Mmm...

You sure?

- Are you happy?

(Lawrence chuckling)

- We're not normal adults.

- (Lawrence): I'm doing great.

(Lawrence chuckling)

- Philip is right. It wasn't good for us.

- What wasn't good for us? - Don't. Don't.

- "Losers strip." - No.

- Best Boy. The rules.

- Disagree.

- All of it! It's Dad! - Don't.

- You know it's Dad!

- Don't talk about Dad like that to him.

- No, we've bunted this away long enough.

Look at us. Dad is the reas... - Seriously, stop it!

- He's gonna be fine.

It was just a scratch.

(Door opening)

(Footsteps retreating)

(Shushing)

- Mom?

- You doing OK, pal?

Oh, I'm fine.

That is really...

I'm really sorry about this.

No, it's OK.

I mean, who could blame you?

I'm glad you see it that way because I didn't mean...

I just was trying to, you know, keep you quiet a little bit.

You know, you were saying stuff I didn't want to hear, and...

You understand, right? Oh, yeah, for sure.

You always know what's best.

Well, I don't know about that.

You really think so?

Yeah.

I've always looked up to you.

Really?

You've been a role model for me in so many ways:

the way you took over Dad's business

and you built a family.

You taught me how to lead.

You taught me how to be a man.

Well, it means a...

It means a lot to hear you say that, really.

Hey.

You're the best big brother in the whole world.

(Vehicle approaching)

(♪ Vocalizing on radio )

- Where are you headed?

Where are you headed?

- What?

- Where are you headed!

- I...

(♪ Vocalizing on radio )

- You...

- Uh...

I had to get away.

(Chuckling)

(Music stops)

- And this is where you ended up?

Here, with me?

- I have to get back.

- What are you talking about?

We're going the same way.

- No, it's OK, rea...

- Get in the car!

- No!

- You're the one walking down the road

in the middle of the night.

- I can't come with you.

- You sure?

- Yes.

- You look familiar.

- So do you.

- Do I know you?

- Nope.

- No, come on.

You know that Dad wou...

I know that Dad what?

I know that Dad... I know that Dad what?

Huh?

What? I can't hear you. You're gonna have to speak up.

(Footsteps approaching)

- Is he OK?

- I... I... I think so.

He's breathing fine.

- Grab his legs.

(Breathing heavily)

(Whispering): I'm sorry.

(Sighing)

(Laughing)

- Can I... I just...

Just to say, I... I... I really, um,

I respect the time and energy you put into your sobriety.

(Laughing)

(Talking, indistinct)

I'm your big brother. You got to listen to me now.

- Mm-hmm.

- You are gonna get back there.

Gonna get right back there. You're strong.

And... and whatever I can do to help,

uh, you know, starting with not...

taunting you and offering you booze.

- I appreciate that. - Mmm.

- Thank you.

And, you know, whatever is going on

with Lea and the kids,

you can... you can turn things around.

- No, I don't know.

- If you care about anything, it's family.

- (Whispering): Yeah.

(Normal voice): Thi... this feels pretty good, you know?

- What? - You know.

(Clears throat)

You know, this, you and me.

- It doesn't have to be the way it was.

- We can talk more often, right?

Yes.

- We could... we could be there for each other.

- Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes.

For sure!

- And... and... and spend time together!

- No, yes, exactly!

My kids don't even know their Auntie Philip, and I...

they should.

- I would like that. - I would like that too.

- Hey. - Yeah?

- I love you.

- I love you too.

I... it's... it's probably because it's the first time

we ever said that to each other.

- And?

- Rule number one: no "I love yous."

- I know, but doesn't it feel fucking amazing?

It's not too late for you to change.

(Sighing)

- Oh, do I need to change?

- You have anger issues... like Dad.

- Mmm...

- It's not even your fault.

- I...

I don't have anger issues, neither did Dad.

We just know what it is to run a family, you know?

It's the rest of you that... That can't, uh, stay in line.

- No, I was just being honest like before.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. No, no, me too.

See now, it seems to me like you're the one with the issues.

- But you just said... - And I knew you'd fall apart.

It's just like Dad said. You are weak.

I mean, have you ever had,

like, a normal, healthy relationship?

Have... have you ever had a normal, healthy anything ever?

You know why? 'Cause you're sad.

People can smell it on you.

And you're sad because you think

life has been so hard because of us,

but you wonder if it's you.

Maybe you're the problem...

that you're the only reason for your own...

pitiful misery.

- Your entire life is a lie.

Every decision you've ever made has been wrong.

Your wife is wrong.

Your kids are wrong.

You can't face anything.

When people see you, they see one big joke.

(Muffled voices in distance)

(Glass shattering)

- You think you're better than me.

- I am better than you.

- Mmm. Nobody... nobody made you come back here.

Nobody made you compete.

And yet, oh,

you looked pretty happy to me when you won that race.

You want to win this thing just as bad as I do.

The only difference between you and me

is that I know who I am.

- I'm nothing like you.

- No, you're exactly like me.

Me and you, we're the same. - No, we're not.

- Yeah, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep down.

You know it.

(Breathing heavily)

(Floor creaking)

- You want to know what your problem is?

- Ooh...

- I never cared what Dad thought,

but you did.

That's why you tried to kill me that night in the forest.

He knew it was true.

He hated you.

He thought you were a fucking loser.

And deep, deep, deep, deep down inside,

you know it.

(Clears throat)

- Dad loved me.

He just didn't believe in saying it.

- Is this what love is supposed to feel like?

(Clears throat)

Ever since that night in the forest,

the thing I've wanted most in my entire life

is to kill you!

- Well, there's nobody around.

Go for it.

Right.

Does this mean that I should kill you, then?

(Footsteps approaching)

Ah...

Fucking finally!

(Door opening, closing)

(Footsteps approaching)

Come, my loves.

- Where's the money, Mom?

- Sit. - No.

- Sit down!

There's no money.

And that's because we don't have any.

We've been in the red for years.

You of all people should know that, right?

- Where did you go?

- You hadn't seen each other in so long.

I wanted to give you time to reconnect.

Best Boy was your father's way.

It's time to let go of him,

of his way of seeing the world.

- Says who?

- Me.

Your mother.

This is my family now.

- Dad made us who we are.

- Exactly. - Oh, well...

She...

You've lost it.

- I'm trying to save all of you.

- We don't need saving.

- I wash your sheets.

I know you still wet the bed.

And it's been 13 years, not 10,

since you've had sex.

You never had a job, not a real one.

Never made a decision for yourself once in your life.

You know nothing about the business you run.

A second mortgage on the house, a third.

Who do you think kept it going all these years?

You?

You and your father would screw up,

and I'd be left to clean up the mess.

I propped you up your whole life...

and you didn't even notice.

You just thought you were great.

You're not.

(Sighing)

- What about me, Mom?

- You left so long ago.

I have to get bits of news from Eli.

I really don't know very much at all about who you are,

but the one thing I know...

is that you never changed your name.

You're still... Philip Seligman.

You blame us for what you've become.

But you can't leave us behind either.

You can't let go of the past.

- We're fine.

Right?

(Sighing)

- Very well.

Let's finish what we've started.

- But there's no money.

- You knew that all along.

You all did.

(Speaking Hebrew)

The boy with all the feathers is the best boy.

- You're both dead.

- Of course I love you.

You're my son.

(Speaking French)

- It was selfish of me to keep you so close.

Mom, I'm scared.

All these years living with your father...

you're stronger than you know.

(Speaking French)

I was always jealous of you.

Of me?

- Because you got away.

Why?

Why didn't you leave?

- I wasn't as brave as you.

I didn't know that I could.

(Dramatic music)

(Music continues)

(Door closing, music stops)

(♪ Man vocalizing on stereo )

- Yes, Mom.

Yes!

(Music stops, horn sounding)

(Breathing heavily, horn sounding)

(Insects chirring)

(Breathing heavily)

(Breathing heavily)

(Breathing heavily)

(Footsteps approaching)

- Heads!

(Grunting)

Give me that! - Aaah!

- Give me that fucking feather.

- Lawrence, it's just a game!

- No, it's not!

(Grunting)

- Lawrence, stop!

(Grunting)

(Screaming)

(Lawrence and Eli grunting)

- Yeah, come on.

Did you ever think that I wouldn't whisper with you?

- What?

(Screaming)

- Did you ever think of having me

in your little secret whisper club?

(Grunting)

(Choking, groaning)

- Lawrence I can't... I can't breathe.

- Ugh! You two were so close, huh?

(Eli gasping)

- I'm not scared of you.

- Ah, well, I just wanted to be included.

(Lawrence grunting, Eli gasping)

I tried to kill myself after he died.

My kids think I'm an asshole.

Lea wants a divorce.

(Sighing)

Business went to shit after I took it over from Dad.

(Groaning)

I know I'm a loser. I'm not a moron.

- Lawrence, I didn't mean what I...

- I'm like a worse version of him.

I...

OK. Ah!

No, no, no. Let's go.

Let's... let's, um...

Let's finish it, yeah?

- No, we're done.

- Before one of us really gets hurt, Lawrence.

- No, no, no. What? No!

There's got to be a winner!

- Why?

- Because Dad would never allow a tie.

- You want us to say you win? No problem, right? I mean...

- No, no, no. Not like that.

No, no.

Uh... Hold on.

(Chuckling)

No, no, no. Wait. Look.

I'm... I'm not gonna hurt you.

You're gonna hurt me.

- You're full of shit.

- No, uh-uh. I swear, I'm not.

Look.

(Grunting)

(Breathing heavily)

See?

- Hey, where are you going?

- I'm making a decision.

- Come back!

- What do you think?

Huh?

- No! - No, no.

I want this.

I want this just as bad as you do.

- (Whispering): It's wrong.

- No, no, it's perfect.

It... it finishes just what we started that night.

And listen, listen, in your heart,

you know this is the most right thing you've ever done

your whole life, yeah?

- (Whispering): I... I can't do that.

- This is who we are, Philip.

This is us, Philip!

- No, it's not.

- This is what Dad would want!

You were right.

He hated me the most.

OK.

- (Whispering): OK.

For Dad.

(Sighing)

Close your eyes.

- OK.

(Gasping)

(Horn sounding)

(Calm music)

(Music continues)

(Leaves rustling)

(Music continues)

Where's Philip?

- Your sister will make her own way.

One last thing.

(Music intensifies)

(Music continues)

Let's go home.

(Birds chirping)

- Who won?

(Engine starting)

(Music continues)

(Gasping) (Music fades out)

(No audio)

(Cheerful music)

(Music continues)

(Music fades out)