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Are you uncomfortable about remembering the past?

My brother doesn't belong here.

- He should be over at... - He's seriously mentally ill.

You never think about what I need!

Christopher, he used to beat us.

Elbows off the table.

He never hit Dominick the way he hit me.

And one time he took the handle of a...

Ugh, I can't! I can't!

Stop it!

I learned something today.

There are two young men lost in the woods.

Not one... two.

Dominick: The cemetery that abuts the edge of Three Rivers

is a modest place.

At the southern end,

out past where my grandfather is buried,

a beaten path leads to a river.

Follow the sound of water,

and you'll come to a spot that takes your breath away.

Everyone here calls that spot simply, the Falls.

The Falls is and has been a calendar picture

and a trouble spot in Three Rivers.

Suicides have happened here.

Accidents, murders.

The year Thomas and I were third graders,

the dead body of a classmate,

Penny Ann Drinkwater, was found out at the Falls.

Penny Ann Drinkwater and her brother, Ralph,

were the only other twins at River Street School.

Back then, Thomas and I thought of the Drinkwaters

as colored.

But they were mixed. Part black, part white,

part Wequonnoc Indian.

Teacher: Can you please stop that?

What do you guys have at your house for Thanksgiving?

Dominick: Thomas liked her but I didn't.

I didn't want to sit next to her either.

She smelled like pee, she ate paste.

She sucked on the buttons of her ratty sweater.

And on top of all that, Penny Ann was a liar.

She lied about her grades,

about how much money her parents made.

She lied about everything.

My mom is buying me a Shetland pony in the spring.

He's going to be brown with a white stripe on his nose.

You're nothing but a big, fat liar.

Dominick: There came a point

in the fall of my third grade year

that I just couldn't stand it anymore.

Boy: Come on, Penny, hurry up!

Dominick: So I decided to make up a lie of my own.

I made up a story about how I had seen.

Penny Ann stealing Oreos from some kid in the hallway.

- Where is she? - She's in the hallway.

Stay here.

Penny Ann.

Dominick: Mrs. Hanko wrote a note

- to the principal, Ms. Haas... - Come here.

And sent us both to see her.

Ms. Haas believed me, not Penny Ann,

whose repeated denials turned into a combination

of crying and coughing that sounded

oddly like a dog's bark.

I felt satisfied that a lesson had been taught.

Mrs. Hanko: Okay, go sit down.

Dominick: But then, the look my brother gave me

made me remember that the theft had been pure

invention on my part.

He's always doing that.

Reminding me of what I do wrong.

Penny Ann was suspended for three days.

But she disappeared, and never returned to school.

Mrs. Hanko: Dominick. Come on.

Is your character a bad guy?

A good person. Somebody who steals from people?

Dominick: As the weeks went by, her desk became harder

and harder to sit next to.

In the wake of her unsolved murder,

she began visiting me in my nightmares.

The school bought a small willow tree

and hosted a tree-planting ceremony in her honor.

All the third graders were asked to write essays

on how we would remember our dear friend.

She was a good friend and fun to...

Dominick: I usually knew what the teachers were after

and wrote so sentimentally,

I was chosen to read my tribute aloud.

She could make anybody laugh, even her teachers.

She was kind, and I wish she was still here.

Thank you.

Dominick: After the speech, I couldn't look at anyone.

Especially my brother and Ralph.

So I hid in the safety of Ms. Haas.

We were a team.

Her and I had conspired

to make Penny Ann's life miserable

just weeks before.

Lisa: Domenico, have a seat.

I got some good news. The probate judge

decided to drop the criminal charges against your brother.

You know, the weapons thing.

- That's great. - That's fantastic.

Now we got some bad news. Your brother has been released

to the custody of the Psychiatric Security Review Board,

and they've been known to be pretty aggressive

with their sentencing,

and headline grabbers like your brother,

they tend to be at a disadvantage when it comes to that.

The other thing that scares me more than that,

they've already scheduled his hearing.

- For when? - Wednesday, the 31st.

- That... this Wednesday. - Yes, it is.

- Happy Halloween. - So that,

that could be good though, right?

- I mean, he might be outta here. - Well, I don't know about that.

Usually I'm screaming about how inefficient everything is,

and now, it's their efficiency that's really making me wonder

what the hell's going on.

If this is some kind of fuckin' bag job

where they're just... they're just ramming this through

to lock him up and throw away the key,

I'm gonna raise holy hell.

I need you to advocate for your brother

but not blow your top, okay?

That's what I wanted to work with you with.

How we're both gonna be in the hearing

to present the best case, advocate for your brother

to get him out of here.

I don't want you to tell everybody that I said that,

but between you and me, I think he needs to be outta here.

What happened? I mean, last week,

you-you thought this place was the best place in the world for him,

and now, now you think he should be out of here.

- Yeah. - Why?

Because I saw him. I saw him, Dominick.

He's... he's having a real hard time here.

Okay.

Lisa: Everyone can see it. He's so passive.

He gets picked on all the time.

And there are some real criminals here.

You know, your brother is not one of 'em. He's a gentle soul.

Yeah, you wanna know what sucks

about this whole security clearance bullshit?

- What? - The way I'm not allowed to see my own brother.

Your clearance will be here any day.

And then you'll get to see him.

This can be a very challenging environment

for paranoid schizophrenics.

It really can, people are actually watching you all the time.

I think an environment with less of a security focus

would be so much better for him.

Which is what exactly I was trying to tell you all

from the very beginning.

- I know you did. - And you didn't wanna listen to me!

- Dominick, Dominick. - You didn't listen to me.

I'm listening now, and you know what?

You're the smartest boy in the class.

Right, you get a gold star on the way out.

- Okay? - Ha, ha.

I am on your team now. Isn't that somethin'?

It's somethin'.

We have to make up a plan for you.

Something that we can follow, like a road map.

'Cause your hot Sicilian blood, it's not doin' us any good.

You gotta be calm, cool, and collected inside the hearing.

We go in with laser focus, boom, boom, boom.

We get him out of here, okay?

And you know how we're gonna do that?

We're gonna write a script. You're gonna write a script.

- A script. - A script of what

we're gonna say at the hearing.

How you feel about your brother.

How you know this is the wrong place for him

without disparaging this place.

Can I, can I trust you?

Lisa: You can, Dominick.

You can.

Write it down.

What do I say?

Lisa: Start with your feelings about your brother.

How you know him to be.

How that one incident doesn't define him.

You know. Write what's in your heart.

Hey, Ralph. How you doin', man?

Long time no see.

Hey, um...

you see my brother in here?

Ralph: Yeah.

I see him.

Are they treatin' him okay, man?

I haven't been able to see him since that-that first night.

You know, and-and they won't let me see him

until I get this stupid security clearance, so I was...

Well.

That won't be a problem for you, will it?

Your record must be white boy white.

Man, I just wanted to know if he's okay.

You see them doing anything or mistreating him?

I mean, we've got this social worker.

She's fine and everything, but you, you see anything

that the, the staff misses?

Can you reach out to me? I'll give you my number.

Look, I know you don't owe me any favors, Ralph.

But if you see something,

just until, you know, I get this security clearance thing.

I know you're busy, man, but...

give me a call if you see something...

you think I should know about.

Do you a favor.

Okay, man, thanks, thanks, Ralph.

Thanks for nothin', man.

Ralph: He's right there.

His unit just took their rec break.

Said you wanna see him.

Thanks.

Jesus Christ, he looks like shit.

Hey, man, just light his fuckin' cigarette, you goddamn bully.

What's the deal with this guy with the cowboy hat on?

He thinks he's fuckin' John Wayne.

Who is that dude?

Dominick: Before Thomas' intake,

I hadn't seen Ralph Drinkwater

since graduation day of 1968.

And on that day,

we received a joint present from our mother.

Ma: For both of you, mm-hmm.

My graduates.

Come on, Dominick.

There you go.

Dominick: Ma hadn't bought the typewriter.

She redeemed it.

For years, she had been saving S&H green stamps

in hopes of cashing them in for a chiming grandfather clock.

Ma: Ding!

Dominick: She was more than halfway through to her goal

when she revised her plan

and got us the typewriter instead.

Our success, she told us,

was more important than some silly old clock.

By "our success," I think Ma meant our safety.

The year before, a neighbor of ours,

Billy Covington, had been killed in Vietnam.

Although his death failed to move me at the time,

it clobbered my mother.

Four years our senior, Billy had been all his life

a sort of living preview of coming attractions

for her two boys.

Vietnam could kill us.

College would keep us safe.

Fold.

Dominick: As a high school senior, I hungered for a clean break

from my entire fucked-up family.

But cost made it impossible for me

to distance myself from my brother,

and so I lobbied hard for separate roommates.

It's just separate rooms.

We'll still be on campus together.

Maybe even in the same dorm.

Thomas: Nope.

Thomas, it's time for us to become our own person.

What about our typewriter?

- What about the typewriter? - We both own it.

Where's it going to live if we're living in two separate places?

It's portable.

I'll-I'll deliver it to you whenever you need it.

Why should I have to wait around for you

to deliver it to me when I need it?

- We'll keep it in your room. - Nope.

- Thomas! - Nope.

Dominick: Here's the funny thing.

After that big stink Thomas made,

he hardly touched that typewriter

during our entire freshman year.

Hardly ever cracked the books, either.

He'd been a pretty conscientious student in high school.

Had worked harder for his B's and B-minuses

than I had worked for my A's.

But at UConn, Thomas couldn't get out of bed.

Dominick: I'll be right there.

Leo.

Jesus Christ.

What'd you do, crash into a cologne truck?

I'm naturally musky, okay?

Does he wanna come?

Dominick: Don't start, okay?

Leo: Good evening, how are you?

Woman: I am fabulous. How are you?

Leo: Fabulous. I like that. We're fabulous too.

We just got here from Los Angeles.

Woman: LA?

Yeah, LA, actually, you guys look kind of familiar.

Did we see you out there? The 20th Century Fox lot?

Woman: Yeah. We're actresses.

- Leo: Actresses? Well, what a coincidence. - Woman: Yeah.

We're both, uh, stuntmen.

Woman: Oh, stuntmen!

Yeah, did you ever see, uh,

"Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid"?

Woman: Yeah, of course.

Yeah, you know the part where Paul Newman and Robert Redford

jump off the cliff?

Woman:

Robert Redford, Paul Newman.

- Woman: That's fascinating, yeah! - Right?

Woman: that's not very nice.

- No, I wouldn't do that. No, wait, I... - Bye.

Ah, it didn't work.

Now, you know, you know, that's, that's what I hate.

An "A" chick who knows she's an "A" chick.

It's like a brain disease.

I'll take a good-natured "B" chick

over an "A" chick with a bad attitude any day.

You're out scoring women?

Leo: I'm trying to score,

hopefully someone from the "A" or" B" category.

Waitress: Well, I'm sure they'll be impressed

by your, uh, sensitivity.

What can I get you guys?

- Um, two boilermakers please. - Yeah, we need...

Excuse me. All right, thank you.

Keep your hands to yourself of I'll have you thrown out of here.

- You understand? - I'm just trying to get your attention.

Sweetheart, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Buddy, why don't you fuckin' get your hands off her.

Hey, I don't need you to protect me, all right?

If you're gonna start a fuckin' brawl in my honor

- get outta here. - Fine. Forgive me.

- Leo: Have a drink. - I'm gonna go take a walk.

Sorry.

Hey, it sounds like you might have flooded her.

I'd wait a while and then I'd start again.

Not that I'm trying to rescue you or anything.

No, hey, hey.

I...

look, I really appreciated

you trying to get those jerks off my back.

- Yeah, they're assholes. - Yeah.

Yeah, they are.

So what'd they do, fire you? Did you quit?

My replacement finally showed up, but thank you.

Okay.

Uh, where do you live? Maybe my buddy and I

can give you a ride home.

I'm not sure I'm an "A," so would I be able

to go with you guys or?

I'm sorry, I don't grade women like...

- He's a... He's a weird guy. - Okay, okay. Yeah.

I'm sorry. You would be an "A" though

if I was grading, but I'm not grading.

Okay, nice save.

Hey, what's your name?

My name? Uh, Dominick.

Dominick. That's Italian, right?

Yeah. Uh, half.

Waitress: What's the other half?

A little of this, a little of that.

Oh, uh, I'm Dessa, by the way.

Oh, um, Dessa, I'm...

Sorry I didn't ask you your name.

Uh, really nice to meet you, Dessa.

Right. Yeah.

Hey, why don't you give it another whirl?

- The, uh, the, the car. - Oh, right.

Let's see.

It's alive! Thank you.

Dominick: You're welcome.

Dessa: I like talking to you.

Me, too.

- We should do this again soon. - Yes, okay.

Okay. Uh...

Dessa: I'll see you around.

- Dessa: Bye! - Dominick: Bye.

Good night.

Thomas: Did you meet a girl tonight?

Dominick: What if I did?

Thomas: Did you?

Dominick: Yeah.

Did you and she go to bed together?

What the...

why, are you gonna give me a big speech

about premarital sex now?

I'm just, I'm just curious.

What are you curious about?

About what it feels like.

About what it feels like to-to be inside of a girl.

Dominick: I don't know, it's like this...

this like intimate connection you get to feel

with another person.

Like...

You're like attached to each other for a little bit.

Like you're magnets.

Your body and her body and...

and then she gets excited and she gets wet inside and...

It's like she wants you inside of her

so she gets ready so once you're in...

It's like...

It's like what?

It's like... Like nothing, Thomas.

It's none of your fuckin' business.

You want to know what it's like so bad,

why don't you leave this fuckin' dorm room

and go find a girl and fuck her brains out?

Just shut the fuck up and go to sleep.

It's just, I was worried, that's all.

I just don't want anything bad to happen to you

because I love you and I need you.

Because you're my brother.

Okay?

Dominick: Yeah.

Dominick: You know what really gets me about that

conversation, the memory of it?

It's how much he was still there.

Dr. Patel: Still there in what respect?

Dominick: Well, I mean, like, he was still able

to care about somebody.

Beyond himself.

He was, he was, he was, Thomas was still home,

and I wasted that time with him.

I, I, I squandered

that, that last moment together.

I remember my wedding.

He was too sick to actually...

to come, you know? But I got, I got, I got

ready early and I got in the car with Leo

and I had him take me over to the hospital.

I ran up there in my tuxedo and I...

I saw him there.

I said to him, "Thomas, man...

if things were different, you'd be my best man."

- What was his reaction? - Nothin'.

Nothin'.

He was gone.

He was...

You know, he was, he was zoned out

on whatever the fuck they had him on.

Librium, I gue... I can't even remember anymore. It's just...

And...

I mean...

The one time I actually did get a rise out of him

was when Angela was born.

And I went over there that afternoon

and I busted out some cigars.

And I sat with him.

I told him he was an uncle.

And he smiled.

And he got it, man. He was... he got it.

But he never met her.

I mean, it was...

fuck.

It was, it was only three weeks. There was no time.

We were, we were so busy, and...

That morning, we were gonna take her,

take her to see him.

But she...

He missed her.

Leo: Hey, what's up, numb nuts?

Uh, I booked us a court tomorrow at 9:00.

So we gotta get you back to the world of the living.

I'm gonna give you a good old-fashioned ass whooping.

So 9:00. Don't puss out on me.

Right.

Ruth: Hello... this is Ruth Rood

calling for... hello?

This is for Mr. Birdsey.

This is our fifth message in two days.

Sorry, Morticia, I've had a few other things on my mind lately.

Man: This is Dr. Batteson's office calling for Joy Hanks.

Your test results are available.

Please give us a call at your earliest convenience.

Answering Machine: End of messages.

Ah!

- Go on. Serve. - Leo: What happened?

Did your leotard go up your butt?

I'd be killin' you, dude.

I would be killin' you by more, but I got a lot on my mind.

Dominick: Yeah, as if I don't have anything on my mind.

- Lucky shot. - That's what I'm talkin' about.

Right, lucky shot.

Come on, man, get your head in the game.

I'm trying. Oh, did I tell you about this audition?

For this movie.

- Nothing big budget. - Dominick: Shit.

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

Hey, what's up?

I'm sorry I didn't come home last night.

Or the night before.

I was mad at you.

Where you been?

Thad's.

Can I make it up to you?

Let's stop fighting.

Can I come back?

Okay.

- Just okay? - Okay, okay.

Leo: Can we play?

Can I get back to the game now?

Leo: Let's play.

There's somebody on the phone for you. That's why I came to get you.

- What, why didn't you just...? - A lady from the hospital.

- Which hospital? - The one with your brother.

Why didn't you say something about it?

I don't know. You're the one who gave them my work number.

Leo: Where you going? Where are you going?!

- Lisa: Thanks for comin' so quickly. - Dominick: Yeah.

- Your clearance came through. You get to see him today. - It did?

That's what I needed you here right away

so that I could talk to you about some stuff goin' on

- before we get in there, okay? - Okay, what's up?

Okay, um, the state's closing Settle as early as March.

They're not taking any new admissions.

So that leaves us in a little bit of a fix.

If he gets released, where's he gonna go?

- He just comes with me. - With you?

Yeah, I mean, what else am I gonna do?

We're trying to get him out of here, aren't we?

Yes, but I don't think you understand

just how difficult it's gonna be.

You're gonna have to monitor his meds.

- Yeah. - Supervise his hygiene.

- Yeah. - You're gonna have to baby-proof

your house pretty much and lock up all the knives.

- What the hell's that about? - I'm just sayin'.

- That's the reality, Dominick. - Yeah, I know.

So why are you making a joke of it?

I'm not making a joke.

You have a job. You have a life.

I know that. There's, there is no choice.

- He's not staying here. - I understand.

And we said, do we wanna get him out of here or no?

- We wanna get him out of here, Dominick. - All right.

But I want you to realize what you're undertaking.

He should be in a facility.

And I'm gonna work my hardest to get him somewhere.

But for right now, we don't know where that is, okay?

So you know what I need from you today?

I need you to think about what it would be like

for you to be the sole caregiver of Thomas.

24/7. And after you see him today,

then you decide, okay?

Here we are.

You sit right here, Dom.

He should be here any minute.

Again, focus on, on the meeting, all right?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Dominick: Oh, shoot. - Lisa: Here he comes.

Hey, buddy.

The patient needs to stay seated on this side of the table.

Both of you need to stay over there.

No handshakes, hugs, or physical contact of any kind.

Lisa: Thank you.

Hey, buddy, how you doin'?

Thomas: Lousy.

Dominick: You're lousy?

Why, why are you lousy, buddy?

Ralph Drinkwater's the janitor here.

Yeah, yeah, I've seen him.

He looks just the same, doesn't he?

Hasn't changed at all even after all these years.

You look... You look good, too, man.

Dominick: What? You do.

- Seriously, considering... - Considering what?

Dominick: I mean, all this, you know.

Your hand, this place.

I'm thinking of having myself declared a corporation.

- Dominick: A what? - A corporation.

I've been reading about it. It's to protect myself.

If I, if I, if I make myself into a corporation,

then I have safeguards in case someone tries to...

tries to sue me.

Dominick: Why, why would anyone wanna sue you, buddy?

Can I have a cigarette?

Lisa: No, sorry.

No, it's not allowed.

Thomas: They don't let you walk the grounds here.

Food's disgusting.

Yesterday, they served rice and beans for lunch

with wheat bread, and canned pineapple.

I found a dead beetle in my rice and beans.

Lisa: Did you tell someone, Thomas,

so they could get you another serving?

I mean, if that happens again, what could you do

to really make the situation better for yourself?

Thomas: You remember...

remember when we used to take walks?

You, me, and Dessa by the Falls.

You two always used to stop

and read the gravestones, remember?

Used to read Grandpa's gravestone.

Why wasn't Grandma buried next to him?

I, I don't know.

Ma never, Ma never said anything about it.

Remember when you used to, uh...

take your shoes and socks off and wade into the water?

Thomas: "And he showed me the river, the water of life,

"clear as crystal, flowing forth

from the throne of God and the Lamb."

Thomas: Will you do me a favor, Dominick?

Yeah, what? Sure, anything.

Will you get a jar of water from the river

and bring it back to me?

What do you want that for?

Thomas: Because I want to wash with it.

I feel like if maybe if I washed with it,

it'd help me heal my infection.

I'm unclean.

But it looks good, buddy.

Thomas: What?

You... your... your wrist.

- It looks like it's healing. - I mean my brain.

I think if I wash with the river water,

it'll help heal my brain.

Officer: It's just against the rules. Nothing can come into

the facility unless it gets approved.

You cannot bring water into the facility.

Hey, what's the big deal?

I'll just bring him a jar of water.

Officer: It's against the rules to bring anything in.

- You can't bring anything in. - Dominick: Come on, what's,

what's the big fuckin' deal?

I don't, I don't make the rules, sir.

Lisa: You know, I can work on that request, Dominick.

I can, but right now, we really have to talk about the meeting.

Right, you remember that? We have a meeting on Wednesday.

Thomas?

We have a meeting, we talked about.

There's gonna be a hearing on Wednesday.

- Yes. - Do you remember?

To decide if I get outta here or not!

Yes.

And I'm gonna be there, Dr. Patel's gonna be there,

Dominick's gonna be there, and you're gonna be there, too, Thomas.

You already told me that. I know.

Lisa: Okay, great. So what we wanna do

is just make sure that when we're in there,

we know what we're gonna say.

And remember we talked about the question

they're probably gonna ask you?

Do you remember what that was about?

- About my hand. - That's right.

And what are you gonna say when they ask you about your hand?

How... how's Ray?

We really have to focus. Come on now, Thomas.

What are you gonna say when they ask you

why you removed your hand?

Thomas, answer her question.

Hey, look, man, you wanna get out of here, don't you?

Then you gotta answer her question.

Thomas: "In the midst of the river, on both sides of the stream,

"is a tree of life bearing 12 fruits

yielding its fruit, each according to the month."

- Answer her qu... - "Its leaves for the healing of the nation.

- Answer her question, man. - I am answering the question.

I was following biblical dictate.

I cut off my hand to heal the nations.

Listen, Thomas, she and I have been working real hard

to get you out of here,

because we know you're miserable here.

But if you start spouting that Bible nonsense in that hearing

instead of answering their questions directly

you're gonna be stuck here at Hatch,

eating beetles in your dinner

- or whatever you wanna call it. - Lisa: Dominick, that's enough.

Hold on, I think, I think we should give it to him straight.

Hey, man. Thomas, you listening to me?

You gotta lay off the Bible bullshit

when you're talking to these review board honchos.

And if they ask you if you regret what you did in that library,

you tell them yes.

- And then... and then if they ask anything... - Where's Dessa, anyway?

Where is she? What happened to her?

Don't, no, don't get into that, man.

You know what happened to Dessa. We're divorced.

Listen, if they go on...

- Thomas: They had a baby daughter and she died. - If they say something...

She's my niece.

And Dessa let me hold her.

Dominick: Stop it. Stop that.

We have to talk about this hearing.

She's gonna tell you what to say and what not to say

so you can get out of here, you understand?

- Thomas: Dessa's my friend. - God damn it, listen to me.

She's my friend whether she's married to Dominick or not.

Lisa: Yeah. You're still her friend.

Thomas, what are you gonna say when they ask you about your hand?

- Thomas: I'm gonna tell 'em the truth. - Lisa: Okay, good.

And what's the truth, Thomas?

That I sacrificed my hand to prevent Armageddon.

And it would, it would have worked,

but they sequestered me here to silence me.

They'd be at the peace table right now

if war wasn't so profitable.

They're torturing me here.

Dominick: Calm fucking down.

You're gonna freak out in here, don't do it.

We gotta get you out of here.

- You have a hearing. - They put snakes in my bed.

- Dominick: Calm fucking down. - They...

They put razor blades in my coffee.

Oh my... Calm down.

- Thomas, calm down. - They put their elbows in my throat.

I'm unclean, Dominick.

They have keys, they rape me.

- They rape me... - Dominick: Okay.

They... they come into my cell and they rape me.

- They rape me. - Come here.

- I'm unclean. - Thomas.

She's good. Her and Dr. Gandhi are nice to me.

Officer: You need to be five feet from the patient, sir.

No physical contact with the patient, sir.

- Lisa: I'll take responsibility, Pete. - Sir.

Lisa: Just give 'em a minute. Just give 'em a minute, please.

Lisa: Okay? One minute.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

I'm gonna get you out of here. I swear, I'm gonna get you out of here.

Thomas: Please don't be mad at me, Dominick.

Dominick, please don't be mad at me.

I'm sorry, please don't be mad.

You better fuckin' explain to me what happened.

I finally... I wrote my English paper,

and then, I went to go type it,

and I couldn't find the key to the typewriter.

Jesus Christ.

Thomas: I waited, and I waited for you.

I never know where you are anymore.

Fuckin', I don't even have a roommate.

Hey, don't fucking blame this on me.

Thomas: And then, I, I started to think that, that you,

you wanted me to fail because you want me to flunk out

because you, you, you...

you don't want me here anymore because you wanna be alone.

- I do not. - Because you want your own life

because you don't want to be with me anymore.

Thomas, you're gonna flunk out.

You're gonna break Ma's heart.

Thomas, if you flunk out, you could end up

in fuckin' Vietnam, get your head blown off.

Dominick, can you please...

can you please type my paper for me?

I'll-I'll buy you a new typewriter case.

I-I just have to get my paper in by 7:00 a.m.

Dominick: Why would I type your paper for you?

Because of my hands.

They won't stop shaking.

But my-my teacher, she won't give me an inch.

If I get this paper in at 7:01, she probably won't accept it.

She's out to get me, I think.

Hey, can you calm down, man?

Dominick: Calm down!

Hey. Calm down.

Dominick: I could have whaled into him for what he'd done.

Please calm down.

For what he'd failed to do all year long.

But as angry as I was...

I felt scared, too.

I got him calmed down, yeah.

I'd type the stupid paper, I told him.

It was an essay about the theme

of alienation in modern literature.

A patchwork of Cliff Notes and bullshit

that contained no specifics and made no sense.

Its rambling sentences went off in a dozen different directions

and never came back.

The handwriting was unrecognizable.

That paper scared me more even than his behavior.

But I typed what he'd written,

fixing up things here and there.

And hoping against hope that his teacher

would find something coherent in what he'd put together.

Professor: Hello.

I hope this taught you a lesson in personal management.

It has. It def-definitely has.

Get some sleep, Thomas.

Thank you, ma'am.

- Joy: Hi. - Dominick: How you doin'?

Okay, how are you?

Hey.

Oh, I made you dinner.

- Here. - I didn't know you were gonna be home.

- Wow. - It's chicken.

But, um...

It's a little... it's been sitting out for a while,

so sit down, and then...

This might not be the best chicken

you've ever had in your life,

but I've-I've never made this before.

Chicken... pi... pic... piccata.

Italian, you know?

- Dominick: Italian. - Yep.

Made for you. It's Italian chicken.

I don't think the chicken is Italian itself.

It's pretty good, huh?

What's wrong?

I, um, saw my brother earlier.

You did? How was he?

"How was he?" He's, uh, same as he always is.

He's crazy, sick.

I can tell you don't like it.

- What? - I can tell you don't like it.

What are you talking about?

- The chicken. - It's not about the goddamn chicken.

Joy.

Uh, it's about my brother's hearing coming up,

and I'm trying to fuckin' prepare for it, all right?

So, I... Shit.

Is drinking beer part of your preparation?

Listen, I know that you couldn't give a flying fuck

if he stays down in that place and rots.

All right, I get that. I actually accept it.

But I got an obligation, all right?

- To my brother. - No, please sit down.

- Yeah. - Can you just please sit down?

Please sit down, Dominick. Because I have,

I-I just want to have a conversation,

and the last thing I wanted was for us

to get into a fight tonight.

I wasn't gonna say anything until I was sure.

And...

um, now I am sure.

I'm pregnant.

We made a baby, Dominick.

You and me.

Yeah.

Well, say, come on, say something.

This is...

It's taken you by surprise?

Yeah, me too.

You're sure that I'm the father?

What?

What?

Of course you're the father.

Who else...

What kind of question is that?

- I just... - Huh?

Dominick.

What's going on? In your mind, what's...

Hey, hey!

Fuck!

Ah, fuck.

- Hey! - Man: Oh, shit. Go, go, go!

- Hey! - Man: Fuck you, dude!

Let me catch you!

Let me get my hands on you!

Freeze!

Come here!

Man: We wiped our ass with that toilet paper, bitch!

What are you doing?

What happened?

Where are you going?

Dominick?

Can you just talk to me for a sec?

Shh, Sadie!

Shit.

Dessa: Hello?

Dominick: What do you got there?

You got pictures already.

- For these. - Let's see.

So excited.

I didn't tape any of it.

What's this?

I started out in Athens.

Wow.

That's Athens?

Dessa: Isn't that amazing?

Dominick: What is that? Another boat?

Dessa: That's Santorini.

Hey.

Dessa: Hi.

I missed you.

Dominick: I missed you so much.

Dessa: Hey.

Have you been able to remember her without

feeling like you were gonna get punched in the stomach.

I'm not there yet.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, fuck.

- Dominick: Okay. - Dessa: Okay.

I'm sorry.

- Dessa: Did you? - Dominick: Yeah.

I'm sorry.

It's been a long time, I guess.

I'm so scared.

Dominick: Why?

No, it's okay, baby.

You don't have to worry about it.

You're not gonna get pregnant.

I took care of it.

- What are you talking about? - I took care of it all.

Can't get... You won't get pregnant.

What are you talking about?

I got snipped.

It's gonna be okay.

What are you talking about?

I got a vasectomy.

It's good.

I wanted another baby, you... asshole!

That's why I went across the ocean to decide!

- You piece of shit. - Dessa.

Dessa!

Oh, Jesus!

That summer, I promised myself

he was gonna make it or break it from now on, without my help.

He's talking crazy.

If you can come home that'd be so good.

Thomas, I did this for the both of us.

You are a traitor!

The board would like to know

in the patient's own words,

why he cut off his hand.

You have to stop trying to be this big savior

all the time.

We're too close, you and me.

You are me.

I'm not you, Thomas.

You're me.