Extremities (1986)

Alfre Woodard: Patricia

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• Joe : [after his fake story about him and Marjorie to her roommates]  Jesus, I'm so sorry that this thing happened today. And I forgive you, Marjorie.

  Marjorie : [Marjorie flies into a rage and attacks Joe, seeing the sheath for his knife]  What is this? What is this?

  Joe : [Pat recoils in horror as Marjorie holds it up to his face]  I use it for work. I cut open boxes in the warehouse.

  Marjorie : [menacingly]  Cut boxes, huh?

  [holds it closer to Joe's face] 

  Marjorie : Cuts them good, huh? It's the kind of knife they use to gut a deer.

  [She cuts the phone cord binding his hands and feet together, proving its sharpness] 

  Patricia : [cautiously]  Wait.

  Marjorie : [turning on Joe with his own words]  Smile.

  [Joe trembles] 

  Marjorie : Smile. Nicer. Don't make your lips tight.

  [slaps him hard] 

  Marjorie : Did I hurt you?

  [holds knife to his throat] 

  Joe : [panicked]  Patty, make her stop!

  Marjorie : [menacing]  Now, kiss me. And tell me you want to make love.

  Joe : [frightened]  What?

  Marjorie : Say it.

  [hissing] 

  Marjorie : Say it.

  [strikes him in the face] 

  Marjorie : Say it.

• Terry : [Pat is taking Joe out of the fireplace and helping him into a chair]  Pat, I'd be careful.

  Joe : [grateful]  God bless you.

  Joe : [Pat applies a washcloth and water to Joe's eye]  Oh, God... is it bad?

  Joe : [Pat nods]  Am I going to go blind?

  Patricia : I don't know.

  Joe : What?

  Patricia : I don't know!

  Joe : [begging and obviously frightened]  Please take me to a hospital.

• Patricia : [kneeling]  Marjorie, a man is badly hurt and you don't have a case.

  Marjorie : That's why I have a hammer.

  Patricia : Okay. Let's talk about the hammer?

• Patricia : Terry,

  [checking the medicine] 

  Patricia : this isn't atropine?

  Terry : Yeah, well it's a prescription drug. You need a doctor's signature.

• Terry : [clinching bottle and cigarette]  Maybe we should make up a story?

  Patricia : Do we have something to be afraid of?

  Terry : [scared]  They're going to lock us all up and throw away the keys!

  Patricia : Shut up idiot!

  Terry : [yelling]  You shut up!

• Marjorie : [Margie plunges knife into chair cushion beneath Joe's crotch]  Tell them what happened

  [she yanks him to his feet] 

  Marjorie : or I'll cut them off! Tell them!

  [screams] 

  Marjorie : Tell them! Tell them! Tell them!

  Joe : [anguished]  I watched the house! I stole the letters!

  [he falls to his knees, Marjorie grabs him by the hair and holds his knife to his throat] 

  Marjorie : And what else?

  Joe : [breaking down]  I... I came here to kill you... and Patty... and Terry.

  [Terry and Patty look on, horrified] 

  Joe : Linda Martinez, Paula Mikowski, Marie Parks...

  [Marjorie runs knife across his throat, Joe screams and falls to floor, sobbing, but realizing he's not hurt] 

  Joe : Thank you... thank you. The first time I did it... my wife, she's reading the paper. She says 'Joe, did you fix the back door? 'Cause I don't want no raper coming in here.' And I says, 'don't worry honey, he don't want you'. And I fixed the back door real good... so that the raper don't get her. Oh, God.

  Patricia : [tears running down her face]  Marjorie...

  Marjorie : Go get the police.

  Terry : [Pat nods]  Oh, God.

  [to Marjorie] 

  Terry : I'll stay. I'll stay with you.

  Marjorie : [softly]  Go with Pat.

  Terry : I'm sorry.

  [Marjorie nods... they leave... she turns Joe around and guides him back to the fireplace, where he takes a fetal position... she turns on a lamp and sits down near him with a look of triumph on her face... end credits]