Cape Fear

Get him! Get that little bitch!

Kill him! Kill that little bitch!

Where the hell is he?

Should we sit on the house?

He might come back.

Hey!

Don't move!

No, no, no! I'm not resisting! No, no! I didn't know you were cops.

Stay the fuck down.

Just a little pinch.

- Anything from Grayson? - Not yet.

They're probably questioning Cady down at the precinct by now.

Anything coming back to you yet?

Where did you go?

What did you take?

You were gone all day, Zack.

It's Natalie.

Well, if you can remember where you lost your toe, I can go put it on ice.

Stick it back on.

What is it?

- What is it? You okay? - It's hard to swallow.

May I please speak with a doctor?

Uh... With you in a minute.

I'm gonna see if we can get you...

Clear.

- No! - Stop, stop. Ma'am.

Oh, God! Ma'am...

- Get off! Get your hands off me! - I need help!

Excuse me.

No cups.

Okay, Doc...

I need you to stay very still while I realign this.

How long are you gonna fuck with it?

Cops twisted it pretty bad when they jumped me.

It's not broken, okay? It's just dislocated.

Are you sure?

- Have you done this before? - Every day. Every night.

- This is the best way to do it? - It's the only way.

- Okay. - No, no.

- Hold still now. Hold very still... - Okay, sir, sir.

- Let me do it. I'll do it. I'll do it. - No...

There you go. Simple.

And now you are splinted, Mr. Cady.

All right. Thanks.

And he's all yours, detectives.

Thank you, Doctor.

Well, no one's responding. It's like they all forgot about me.

I don't get how he lost a toe. Where was your mother?

- Where was Tom? - Paul.

I'm coming back to bed.

- Okay, well... - Sorry. Brittany gets insomnia.

- Good talk, Dad. - Night.

- Let's fucking party! - Jesus.

- Callie. - I got the drink. I got the spliff.

- Hey. Hey. - That's so good.

- Oh, my God. - Gotcha.

I got what you like. Got everything.

Mr. Cady, um... Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?

Is this where a wise man would ask for a lawyer?

Well, sir, you attacked three police officers tonight.

I think a wise man would want to cooperate.

Why don't you tell us what you've been up to in the last 24 hours?

Your officers did not identify themselves.

Your Airbnb was a guest house. The property owner gave permission.

Listen, middle of the night, whisper, whisper...

The body just reacts.

You know I have brain damage?

Yeah, about that brain damage. Um...

Does that ever make you hallucinate or to see things?

Like, your deceased wife or child?

What is it?

Well, now I know who sent you.

And what about that amuses you, Mr. Cady?

Speak of the devil.

Grayson, I'd like to have a word with Mr. Cady alone.

Oh, you know each other? Of course you do.

I think you should let us handle this one, Ms. Bowden.

Actually, I do want to talk to a lawyer.

This lawyer.

You heard him.

Are they ever gonna finish this?

My dad fired another contractor.

Mmm.

It's kinda hot when Tom gets aggro.

In that, "I used to be a marine and I can bench-press you," kinda way.

What? It's not like you and him are biologically related.

Why are you like this?

Don't get moody.

I like fun Natalie better.

Come on.

I don't wanna be too gone when they come back.

All right.

You can feed it to me.

You can't smoke a joint on your own?

You need me to, like,

chew it up and baby-bird it into your mouth?

No.

Uh-uh. It'd be weird.

I'm sorry.

Is that a phone?

My son came home with nine toes

right after your speech about cutting off fingers and toes.

Wow. Your son lost his toe? What happened?

Well, he doesn't remember because you drugged him.

- I drugged him? - Yeah.

Huh. Why would I do that?

Max. I know you did this.

Then let me ask you again.

Why would I want to hurt you?

I can't read your mind.

I feel sorry for your son.

If he's on drugs and making bad choices, that's not good for him.

But, well, he's young. He can change. You did.

Don't.

- What? - You don't know me.

- No? - No.

I seem to remember we have lots of things in common.

Like, difficult childhoods and difficult fathers.

And, listen, your son is lucky to have you.

And you're lucky. You got everything you wanted.

Fuck you.

- Zack Bowden? - Oh, he's right over there.

- Mr. Bowden? - Yeah.

I'm Dr. Minter. I'm a psychiatrist.

- Hi. - May I speak with you?

Yeah. Uh, my wife will be back in a sec. Um...

Where are you? Question mark.

Does your son use drugs?

No. No.

I mean, weed maybe, but no hard drugs.

Any family history of mental illness?

No, no.

Uh, my wife's dad. He-He may be bipolar. But, uh, they don't keep in touch.

And on your side?

No. Mm-mmm.

Hmm. Is there anything going on at home? School?

Uh...

Last year, Zack had a girlfriend his age, and he had some, uh...

some intimate photos of her.

And he, uh...

was on a small group chat with his friends.

And-And... But I guess one of them...

...liked her too and, uh, he told her.

Um...

I mean, he apologized, but the school made an example out of him.

It just... It dragged on for months.

I... It's humiliating.

And, uh,

he lost his friends...

...and he's been withdrawn ever since.

Oh, fuck. What is that smell?

Oh.

Oh, my God. It's a possum.

Callie!

Shit.

Wow.

Oh, my God.

What the fuck? What is all this shit?

It's fucking Zack's phone.

Oh, my God.

Can I get a doctor over here please?

I'll call you back.

We can keep going around and around.

You can tell the cops that I go around cutting off toes

and tell them that I see my dead family.

By the way, you know I didn't mean that literally, right?

Or you think after all these years locked up I just became, like,

cuckoo-cuckoo and psychotic. Come on.

- I don't think you're psychotic. - Oh.

I think you're guilty.

Anna, where are you?

Easy. Okay.

After 17 years,

you think the first thing I'd do is dismember a child?

To just fuck with his mom?

What the fuck did you do to my son?

And where the fuck is his toe?

Nat, I can't talk now. What is it?

He did it here. He did it in the house.

In the den.

Hey, he's choking!

You okay?

Jesus.

Is that his toe?

- Yes. - Why would I know that...

- Ms. Bowden? - What?

It's your son.

I don't think it's even possible to bite off your own toe.

Well, apparently toes at the joint don't take much force.

Doctor said, "Think of a baby carrot."

- What? - I...

He must have come home while we were at the fundraiser,

took whatever he took,

injured his toe in the house.

Then after we come home, he goes out front,

which is why the alarm went off.

Someone did this to him.

Max was at the fundraiser with us.

He showed up in the middle.

Well, before that, he was getting his driver's license.