Good Son

Mark:
I could kill you now...

Henry:
Go ahead, jam it in. Got to push pretty hard though. The blood'll go right across the room.

Henry:
You really thought I was going to jump, huh? I guess you don't know me very well, Mom.

Henry:
You like my sister, don't you? Such a sweet little girl... it'd be too bad if something were to happen to her... like she got hurt... you'd be sad, wouldn't you, Mark? But hey, accidents can happen... just ask my mom about Richard.

Henry:
I feel sorry for you, Mark. You just don't know how to have fun.

Mark:
What?

Henry:
It's because you're scared all the time. I know. I used to be scared too. But that was before I found out.

Mark:
Found out what?

Henry:
That once you realize that you can do anything... you're free. You can fly. Nobody can touch you... nobody. Mark... don't be afraid to fly.

Mark:
You're sick...

Henry:
Hey, I promise you something amazing, something you'll never forget. Where's the gratitude?

Susan:
Henry...

Henry:
Yes, Mom?

Susan:
You never told me... what happened the night that Richard died?

Henry:
Don't you know?

Susan:
I'd like to hear it coming from you.

Henry:
I was downstairs, playing.

Susan:
Henry, don't lie to me, alright? Just... don't lie to me. Now, you tell me... did you kill Richard?

Henry:
...what if I did?

Henry:
If I let you go... do you think you could fly?

Mark:
What if there was this boy... and he did these terrible things because he liked doing them... would you say he was evil?

Alice:
I don't believe in evil.

Mark:
You should...

Henry:
You better stop telling lies about me, because no one's going to believe you.

Mark:
Sooner or later they're going to find out about you.

Henry:
Who's they? My dad? My mom?

Mark:
I told your mom.

Henry:
Why would she believe you? She's my mom, not yours.

Mark:
You know, you're wrong about that. She is my mother.

Henry:
Your mom? You crazy? Your mom's maggot food.

Mark:
My mom said she'd always be with me. She chose your mom as a way of coming back, but I guess it would be hard for you to understand that, but it's true. She's my mother now.

Henry:
Hey, Mark... don't f*** with me.

Henry:
Dad, dad! Help me!

Henry:
Don't be mad at Mark, he's just not himself.

Mark:
He's the one who wants to hurt people!

Henry:
Mark, I'm sorry you don't want to be friends.

Susan:
We'll get you help, hon.

Henry:
You don't look too good, Mom. Looks like you need the help.

Susan:
You're going to have to trust me, Henry.

Henry:
No... no I can't... you just want to send me away, don't you?

Susan:
Why no, no I don't.

Henry:
You're going to put me in one of those places...

Susan:
Henry...

Henry:
I'd much rather die, you hear me? I'd much rather be dead!

Mark:
Do you know what you did?

Henry:
Hey, come on. We did it together.

Mark:
You could've killed people...

Henry:
...with your help...

Henry:
Go ahead... eat... drink... don't let me stop you.

Mark:
What did you do?

Henry:
Do? Me? Oh... I get it. You think I put something in my family's food... you think that I... Mark, come on... do you really think I'd do a thing like that?

Henry:
Such a sweet little thing... do you really think I'd hurt her?

Mark:
Yes...

Henry:
What are you going to do? Watch her all night?

Mark:
Henry is gone... and the rest of us are safe... but sometimes... late at night... I find myself thinking... not about Henry, but about Susan and wondering. If she had it to do over, would she make the same choice? I guess I'll always wonder... but I know I''ll never ask.

Mark:
Ah! Hey, no fair!

Henry:
No fair? What do you think this is, a game?

Henry:
Oh wait, I just remembered... she's not my mom anymore, she's yours. Isn't that what you said? She's your mother now.

Mark:
Yeah...

Henry:
Your mom, my mom... what the hell? We'll both miss her.

Mark:
I'll kill you first...

Henry:
Poor Mark... so violent... so disturbed. If you don't watch out, they're gonna lock you up.