An Unquiet Grave

I thought you said two.

I know.

I'm late.

- I didn't think you were gonna show.

I asked you to come, didn't I?

I know you did.

I just thought after last time.

- Yeah. Well, you really fucking scared me last time.

I know.

How are you?

- I can't stop thinking about what she looks like.

I never thought I would have to remember

what my sister looked like but,

she doesn't look like me anymore, does she?

I was reading that they get this thing called purge,

where their mouths start to leak

this like brown fluid from - Stop Ava, Jesus.

I don't wanna talk about that.

Sorry.

I can't stop thinking about it.

I need an answer, Ava.

- Is it weird for you, seeing me?

Cause I look like her.

My dad says it's hard.

He shouldn't say that to you.

Yeah. Well he does.

Do you see them much?

No, they just...

Jules was the only one who ever really felt like family.

- I think she was like this for a lot of people.

- Yeah. Well, for me she actually was.

This wasn't a good idea.

I can't keep doing this.

You never looked the same to me.

I could always tell you two apart.

Can you really do it?

Jamie!

Can you really do it?

Yeah.

But I can't do it without you.

Okay.

Ava, if we're gonna do this...

I said okay.

- We should probably go somewhere inside, talk.

Wait, you knew?

We started late.

Of course I knew.

- Weddings always start a few minutes late.

It was almost a half an hour.

I had to stand up there

while your mother explained to everyone

how important it is for a woman

to know how to change a tire for herself.

- To be fair, she had been drinking all day.

- And yet she enunciated so well.

- Wait, how did you know Jules was sick?

Cause I know her.

And I know what someone with food poisoning looks like.

Yeah, it was bad.

- I just don't know why you guys try to hide it.

Like I could tell she was sick the second I saw her.

- She didn't want you to be all, you know, you.

What does that mean?

- Just that if you knew Jules was sick,

you would have wanted to take care of her.

And that's a bad thing?

- No, she just didn't want you to worry.

That's my job.

No, that was my job.

That's literally the maid of honor's job.

- You know what I mean. - Yeah.

I mean, you always have to fix everything.

What did you tell people?

What do you mean?

About where you are?

I didn't.

You didn't?

Aren't you planning on staying?

- Yeah and I will, if there's something to stay for.

What about your job?

- Doesn't matter, as long as I get my shifts covered.

Which is easy, cause tips are the best on the weekends.

You never did the bar thing, did you?

I didn't, no.

- Are you gonna go back to work now?

I guess.

I don't know.

I haven't thought about it much.

It just doesn't seem that important nowadays.

- Spoken like someone with a savings account.

Well,

Not anymore.

Oh. Well, welcome to the club.

- Glad I'm finally cool enough for you.

No, you're not.

What the hell was that?

What? What was it?

I'm sorry.

I don't know what happened.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm fine.

We should probably get gas.

I know. I know.

What?

It's bad for me.

I get it.

No. Wait.

Finish it.

I'll be in the car.

Do you wanna talk about it?

I told you I'm fine.

I meant the accident.

I know I'm not Jules, but you can talk to me.

There's nothing to talk about.

You can't keep saying that.

Whatever happens tonight, doesn't erase anything.

You still have to deal with it.

I am dealing with it.

That's not what I mean.

You can't just pretend it didn't happen.

If you ignore it,

you end up hurting people.

Jamie, a year ago, your wife died on this road,

in a car you were driving and-

She didn't die in the car.

- What? - She didn't die in the car.

She was thrown.

Oh.

I didn't know.

Through the windshield? - Stop.

I didn't know.

So when you say the place where she died,

you don't just mean where the accident happened, you-

Yeah.

- Look, all I'm saying is that it would make sense

if this was hard.

Being back here with me.

Could you really tell us apart?

What?

Me and Jules.

You said you could always tell us apart.

Is that true?

How?

- You always smelled like cigarettes.

You fucking suck.

We're here.

But how can you tell?

The tree.

Everything okay?

Hey, you okay?

What are we doing, Jamie?

No.

No. No. No. No.

Ava, don't do this.

- I'm not even afraid it won't work anymore.

It'll work.

You're not listening to me.

I am lis...

We're ready.

You're ready.

- What if we're doing the wrong thing?

Please look at me.

We're not doing the wrong thing, okay?

Do you know where we were going

the night of the accident?

To get a book.

Her bag got stolen out of her car

and she lost this book she'd borrowed from a friend.

It was old.

Margin's full of notes, I guess, irreplaceable.

But,

Jules felt responsible.

So,

she tracked down the first edition copy,

and had it shipped to a store in town.

That night we were on our way to pick it up.

Jules always took responsibility,

even when it wasn't hers to take.

And she's dead because

some drunk idiot decided to get into his car.

There isn't right or wrong.

There's just what happens.

I mean,

Jules was killed.

Tonight we're gonna bring her back.

This is it.

C'mon.

What if she's not her?

What?

What if she's wrong?

Like what if she's something else?