Steven Crain
I've seen a lot of ghosts. Just not the way you think. A ghost can be a lot of things. A memory, a daydream, a secret. Grief, anger, guilt. But, in my experience, most times they're just what we want to see. Most times, a ghost is a wish.
Steven Crain
Fear. Fear is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. But so, it seems, is love. Love is the relinquishment of logic. The willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. We yield to it or we fight it but we cannot meet it halfway. Without it, we cannot continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality. Hill House, not sane, stands against its hills holding darkness within. It has stood for a hundred years and might stand a hundred more. Within, walls continue upright, bricks meet neatly, floors are firm and doors are sensibly shut. Silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House and those who walk there walk together.
[Shirley slams the manuscript on the table in front of Steven]
Steven Crain
[worried] You didn't like it.
LCLeigh Crain
What's going on?
My brother raped the family, is what's going on.
Steven Crain
Hang on...
Look, I get that things haven't gone well for your writing, and when you said you wanted to do a book about the house, I understand that, but this...
Steven Crain
I sent you guys the manuscript in case you had any objections. I didn't have to do that.
Of course, we object. I object, Steve.
LCLeigh Crain
Let's calm down a bit.
You be calm, Leigh. It's not your name in here. It's not your family.
LCLeigh Crain
OK, it is my family...
You weren't here. [turns back to Steven] Nell, Luke, Theo, they were kids, the things they told you in confidence.
Steven Crain
It's clear they were kids...
You make Mom sound fucking crazy. And the Dudleys and Dad? This is the worst of the bullshit. Worse than the tabloids.
Steven Crain
Dad had every opportunity to set that straight. What am I supposed to write? He said it was haunted. Those are his words.
He was a wreck and he just lost his wife.
Steven Crain
And he hasn't said SHIT since. Does he talk to you, Shirl? Does he talk to you about what happened that night? Because all I've got are those tabloid quotes. He refuses to tell us anything else.
He believed it, Steve. When he said those things, he believed them. In the moment, at least, and you never did.
Steven Crain
Neither did you.
And now you're digging up that stuff for a buck? So you can stop living off credit for a change?
Steven Crain
[frustrated] A buck?
LCLeigh Crain
[to Shirley] Look, I can tell that you're upset, but Steve...
Steven Crain
A buck? Do you know how much money they're offering on the advance? We can buy a house, we can move to L.A. We can... I need to start a life for my own family.
We're our family, Steve. What you're doing to Mom...
Steven Crain
Mom was mentally ill. It's a fact. I'll be damned if the apple didn't fall too far from... [he stops himself and Shirley is shaken by his words] I'm sorry.
Steven Crain
I'm sorry. That was...
Steven Crain
Nobody's buying the novel, Shirl.
You gave me the book. Now you know what I think. You publish this, you know what it costs.
Steven Crain
So is this your first rehab, Joey?
JJoey
Uh, it's far from it. Some of us are addicted to treatment centers, huh?
Steven Crain
It's not Luke's first rodeo either. So what's different this time? Something must be. I mean, you know the definition of insanity--
Steven Crain
Doing the same thing over and over--
JJoey
--and expecting different results. Sure, man. Sure. They're all different, though. Every day is different, every craving is different, every meeting is different--
Steven Crain
Right, I'm not trying to suggest that you're not taking this seriously.
JJoey
Oh, and I'm just--this time around--I'm just speaking for myself--I got more support. And I'm giving more support. So in a sense I guess you could say, it looks like the same thing over and over again, but that's not insanity. Out there on the streets, that's insanity.
Steven Crain
Of course.
JJoey
So that's what recovery is, you know, it's the same thing over and over again in spite of the results--or in spite of a backslide or in spite of a full-fledged fucking relapse. Doesn't mean you stop just because it gets a little repetitive. One day at a time. When we decide to get clean it's not because we expect it to be fucking exciting, you know?
I feel a little clearer just now. We have.
All of us have. Wouldn't have changed anything. I need you to know that.
Steven Crain
Nell.
Steven Crain
Hey.
So many times and we didn't know it. All of us.
Steven Crain
Nell?
A stomach. We have. All of us have.
Steven Crain
I don't think she can hear us.
So many times and we didn't know it.
Steven Crain
All right, we need to get Luke out of here, we need to get him to a hospital - I don't get it.
All this time we tried to get into this room and now we can't get the fuck out.
I feel like I've been here before.
We have. All of us have. So many times and we didn't know it. All of us. I feel a bit clearer now. Everything's been out of order. Time, I mean. I thought for so long that time was like a line, that... that our moments were laid out like dominoes, and that they... fell, one into another and on it went, just days tipping, one into the next, into the next, in a long line between the beginning... and the end. But I was wrong. It's not like that at all. Our moments fall around us like rain. Or... snow. Or confetti. You were right. We have been in this room. So many times and we didn't know. All of us. Mom says... that a house is like a body... and that every house... has eyes. And bones. And skin. And a face. This room is like the heart of the house. No, not a heart, a stomach. It was your dance studio, Theo. It was my toy room. It was a reading room for mom. A game room for Steve. A family room for Shirley. A treehouse. But it was always the Red Room. It put on different faces so that'd we'd be still and quiet. While it digested. I'm like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster. And the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.
I don't- I don't know how to do this without you.
I learned a secret. There's no without. I am not gone. I'm scattered into so many pieces, sprinkled on your life like new snow. There's so much I want to say to you all.
I'm so sorry our last words were in anger.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I didn't... answer the phone.
But you did. So many times.
Steven Crain
I'm sorry if I didn't listen, and I'm sorry...
It wouldn't have changed anything. I need you to know that. Forgiveness is warm. Like a tear on a cheek. Think of that and of me when you stand in the rain. I loved you completely. And you loved me the same. That's all. The rest is confetti.