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'Sup?

Hi. Hey. Peace.

How ya doin'?

- Fine. - Okay, good.

Good. That's good. That's good.

So, do you think, like, are-are you feelin' ready?

I don't know what the fuck you're talkin' about.

Ready for what?

That's not even a real fucking laugh.

What, are you choking now?

- Oh! Oh, man. - Ugh.

What? What's so fucking funny?

You. You are, Sam.

How do you know my name?

You... Okay. You really have no idea what's going on, do you?

Okay, okay, okay. You know what?

Actually, maybe it's better this way.

What the fuck are you even talking about?

What the fuck do you want from me?

It's star time, baby!

It's time...

to begin.

Oh, it's time to begin? I don't have to do shit.

- No, Sam. You're right. - Shh, shh, shh.

You don't have to do this,

but you want to, so you will.

That's right. Who's gone now, bitch?

God.

♪ S-T-A-R T-I-M-E ♪

♪ S-T-A-R T-I-M-E ♪

♪ S-T-A-R T-I-M-E ♪

♪ S-T-A-R T-I-M-E ♪

- ♪ S-T-A-R T-I-M-E ♪ - Holy shit.

Oh, yeah!

Ho-ho! Shit, yeah, Sam!

What the fuck is going on?

♪ S-T-A-R, star time, star time ♪

♪ It's star time, you know it ♪

♪ You want it, you hate it ♪

♪ You love it, you gotta have it ♪

♪ It's star time, it's star time ♪

♪ Star time, star time, gotta get them stars ♪

♪ Gotta feel them stars, you want them stars, girl ♪

- Yes, I love you. - ♪ Gotta get them stars, girl ♪

Oh, God. How do you do that?

♪ Star time! ♪

- Oh, yeah. - ♪ S-T-A-R, S-T-A-R ♪

♪ T-I-M... ♪

Ain't nothin' like that star time, eh, Sammy?

Whoa.

Oh, baby girl! You still don't get it, do you?

- What the fuck do you want from me? - See. Right?

Exactly.

That's the big question.

And it's a long time comin' too.

Fuck you.

I don't even fuckin' know who you are.

That... That hurts, Sam.

After all these years,

that really fuckin' hurts.

And then, the pilot said

I could come up to the cockpit and see it.

And he gave me this airplane,

and said one day, I could be a pilot if I studied.

So that's my show share.

Okay. You know, thank you so much, Griffin.

That was wonderful.

And, uh, Sam. Sam, are you ready?

Sam?

It's okay. Come on.

It's okay, Sam.

Now, what did you bring for show share today?

Oh! What is that?

Medicine.

Wonderful.

And why did you bring it for show share, today?

I had a really bad cough,

and my mom gave me some to drink,

and it helped.

Okay, well, thank you for sharing.

And then that night,

my dad came home, and he heard me coughing.

He woke me up,

and then he gave me some more.

He didn't know I already had some.

And then he tucked me in.

And it made me feel...

warm.

And when I closed my eyes,

even though they weren't open,

- I could still see... - O-Okay. That-that's good.

Don't you wanna know what I saw?

Uh, of course. Yes.

Stars.

No, too much.

I can't breathe.

Please! Help!

Somebody help me!

All right!

Yeah! Let's turn it up a notch!

All right.

Success only comes to those who work for it!

- I can't... - I'm sorry.

Did you just say you can't?

Excuse me one second.

All right. Let me see right here.

"New Year's resolutions.

"Quit drinking for spring semester, sophomore year.

"Take up track.

Beat the school record for the 800-meter dash."

Why?

I said, why?

- Because... - Because?

Because you don't have to be...

Spit it out, Sam! Come on!

You don't have to be good to win the 800.

What do you have to be, then?

You just have to be willing to suffer the most.

That's right, my girl!

That's right! You just have to be willing to suffer!

Aw, shit! Yeah!

- Stop it! - Get those endorphins.

That's right.

Get them stars.

That's it.

- Stop. - Get it.

Get it, girl!

You gotta work to reach for them stars!

Star time. Star time!

Star time. Woo!

Okay. All right. That's probably enough.

Come on. That's too much, Sam.

Ooh!

You're not gonna run competitively ever again.

You're gonna need to figure something else out.

That's good.

You're learning the fine, ancient art of meditation.

For this next chapter, I want you to get into your car,

go to that highway at night,

and just drive for a bit,

and feel the wind on your face.

Doesn't it feel nice, just the wind?

And I want you to ask yourself, "Is it enough?"

And when you feel safe,

I want you to take a look up at that night sky.

Mm.

Mm-hmm.

The stars, take them in.

Are they enough?

After all, we are all star dust.

Maybe that's all we need,

some star time.

Maybe, just maybe,

this is enough.

Maybe,

just maybe.

- Aw! Son of a bitch! - Fuck!

Hey.

Sorry. Didn't see you there.

What the...?

Fuck, man. Did you not fuckin' see me there?

Yeah, no. It's just, uh...

You know, you see that curve, and then, uh, you just didn't...

Man, were you over the line, a little?

No, I wasn't over the fucking line, fuckin' asshole.

Okay, let's not, maybe throw out...

the assholes this early, all right?

I mean, let's just call the authorities

and, uh, and, you know, handle this like adults.

Yeah, we could do that. Or you know what we could do?

You could go fuck yourself.

Wow. Okay, um...

You know what? This wasn't my fault.

- This wasn't your fault? - Nope.

Did you not just see what happened?

- Yeah, I just saw what happened. - You just crashed into me.

- No, I saw what happened. - You fuckin' fuckwad!

You were staring up at the stars

like some sort of druggie or whatever.

Ow. Hey!

Don't do that.

All right? Hey. Let's calm down.

And let's not do anything rash, all right?

- Stop. Hey, stop that! - What? What? What's the matter?

What's the matter, you fuckin' pussy?

What, you can't fight a little fuckin' girl?

Whoa. Hey!

- Yeah, there he is. There he is. - Oh, fuck.

- Come on, man. - What'd I say?

Said don't fuckin' push me!

- Don't not fuckin'... - What, what the fuck

are you gonna do to me?

- You fuckin' pussy-ass hamster. - Don't you fuckin' call me that!

I would fuckin' pay to see what you would do to me.

- What? What are you gonna do to me? - Are you fucking serious?

- What are you gonna do to me? - Are you fucking serious?

- What are you gonna do to me? - I'm gonna punch your fuckin' face in,

you bitch!

Don't fuckin' laugh.

Holy shit. You want me to beat you up?

Yeah?

All right, then, I'll fuckin' beat you up.

I don't give a fuck.

I ca... Look, I can't fucking... I can't do this.

Did you just fuckin' punch me?

- What the fuck? - You're fuckin' crazy.

Oh, star time.

Come on. Open it.

- Come on. - Okay. Let me do it.

- All right. - It's mine.

You got me Serenity.

Yeah, well, I kind of got it for you because we live together.

- So it's kind of for me, too. - Okay.

It's perfect.

Thank you.

Mm!

Okay. Come on.

- Okay. - Come on. Gimme.

Oh, okay. It's a big box.

Really? Another...

- You're a doofus. - It's another box.

All right.

Okay. I can't... I...

This is so you, actually.

♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪

♪ Strike the harp and join the chorus... ♪

- It's not what you think. - Mm-hmm.

- 'Cause it's similar boxes, but... - Okay.

Is it a Tiffany's bracelet?

- You know... Okay. All right. - Mm-hmm.

♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪

It is what you think.

- You got me Pain. - Yep. Also for me.

I love it.

That is, like...

insane that we got each other the same gift.

Right?

♪ Hail the New Year, lads and lasses ♪

♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪

What?

Star time.

What?

♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪

- Mmm. - Mmm!

Mmm.

Okay. Um...

I, uh... Man, okay. Okay, um...

I'm sorry, Sam. I just, I-I don't...

I don't see us that way.

You know? We're, we're, we're buds. We're friends.

Yeah, no. I'm sorry. I didn't...

I didn't mean to. I think I'm just...

A little drunk, and...

I'm actually kind of stoned, so...

No, it's fine. It's fine. Look, um, I'm glad we're talking about this.

- You're glad we're talking about this? - Yeah. Come on, Sam.

- I-I was just being stupid. - Sam, Sam, look.

We can talk about anything, okay?

I know we can talk about anything.

- It's like... - No. Come on, it's...

Justin, shut the fuck up!

- Um... - You just were, like, pushing.

- It's like, I get it. You're... - I'm sorry.

It's fine. Okay? Um...

It's just, like, not a big deal and you're making it seem...

- Like a fucking deal. - Okay. I'm sorry. Look.

I'm gonna go get us some cigarettes.

- Okay. - Yeah?

And when I get back, we'll just...

- talk. - No. We don't have...

It didn't even happen, so it doesn't matter.

Okay.

It's getting to that point.

Shut the fuck up.

You're gonna have to make a decision.

Look, your heart rate is getting really low, and...

My God. Can you please just shut the fuck up?

I can't.

What the fuck do you even want from me?

I don't... Look, I don't know, Sam.

You don't know?

I don't know, either, you fuckin'...

Hamster-ass, fuckin' fuck-face piece of hai...

Hairy bullshit!

- And stop looking at me like that! - Like what?

Like you want me to just bite the fuckin' bullet and get clean.

- I tried already, and it's too hard. - It is?

Yes. Yes, it is, okay? It's too hard.

And I...

Even if I fucking could, I don't wanna live like that.

I wanna feel alive.

You wanna be alive like her?

I sure as shit don't wanna be...

You know, fuckin'... all sobered up.

No excitement.

Or fuckin'... Fuckin'...

- You're running out of time, Sam. - Shut the fuck up!

Shut the fuck up!

Please, just stop.

God, who even fuckin' are you?

You keep coming around

and giving me drugs, and taking them away,

and yelling at me, and eating my fuckin' pussy.

Who the fuck even are you?

- Who are you? - I'm you.

Okay? I'm you.

All right. If you're me, then...

- tell me what to do. - You know I can't do that.

Well, can you at least tell me what my options are?

Yeah. Um...

The way I see it is this.

You can either pull that needle out...

or you can push it all the way in.

Right? Don't... Don't get much simpler than that.

Huh.

I just don't know if I can do it anymore.

It all...

hurts.

It all feels really bad.

There's nothing...

- There's nothing like it. - Like star time?

Yeah.

Like star time.

And I've been trying so hard...

to get it from other places, but I just can't.

It just...

I understand.

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I'm not liking this. It's me.

I'm just trying something new to try to jog your memory.

I don't know what you want me to say here. I mean...

Anything that occurs to you is fine.

- Something's coming to me. - Just go with it.

Did something happen to that little boy?

Oh, yeah!

Normally when I'm writing Room 104 episodes

I start out with a plan, I know what I'm going to do.

Get through a draft, give it to the group

and they fix it. That's the smart process.

"Star Time" was not a smart process.

♪ S-T-A-R-T-I-M-E ♪

♪ S-T-A-R ♪

"Star Time" was in instinctual,

I'm going to sit down, and start writing an episode

because my heart is telling me there should be a girl in a room

who looks really sad

and a hamster who is speaking to her.

Hi, hey, peace.

And I had no idea what it was going to be about.

I thought, 'Well why would she be there,

why is she sad, what's going on?"

And then it really hit me that this could be

an interesting story about addiction.

When we started talking about, really what "Star Time" could be

it is that feeling that people have, of,

"If I am not seeking...

the stars, my life is not worth living."

And for a lot of people the way to go get that

what we're calling "star time," and the easiest way to get that

is through some sort of addiction.

And, that version of the addiction story is

interesting to me, someone who is intellectually aware

of what's going on and yet still not quite able

to transcend it.

It's star time baby. It's time...

to begin.