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Now we're talking.

Derek. Derek. -Nice. Wow, crazy.

Nice one. -So warm.

Are you awake? -Now you.

It's your turn.

I did it last time.

Are you faking? -Watch your head.

Can't you just do it? -Oh, my God.

Love you. -Oh, yeah.

Stupid head.

Missed me.

Uh-oh. Uh-oh.

Jimmy! Jimmy!

Hey, Liz. I'm just playing some air piano.

How are you doing?

Oh, I'm great, thanks. What the fuck's wrong with you?

It's late, isn't it? -It's 3:00 in the morning.

I'm sorry. That's awful. I'm awful.

We're gonna keep it down. I'm gonna tell them.

Hey, we're gonna be quiet. -Okay. Whatever.

What's in the bowl, Jimmy?

Just pretzels. -The other bowl.

It's Adderall.

Maybe some painkillers. -Maybe?

Yeah, there's definitely painkillers. You know what? I'm gonna turn this down.

Turn the music off.

I'm gonna turn off the music. That's what I said.

No.

I know, I know. Billy Joel's the king, but we have to be respectful.

Where's Alice?

She's up-- She's sleeping.

Really? I have to be quiet?

Who are these girls, Jimmy?

Those are my friends.

Are they hookers? -I don't think so.

Did you pay them money?

Not yet.

Hey, ladies, come here. I want you to meet my friend.

Their bathing suits look like underwear, but they're bathing suits.

Good to know.

Hi, I'm Kiara. What's your name?

Let's not worry about it. -That's-- This is Liz.

And Liz, this is...

Sarah. -...Sarah.

Okay.

We're gonna pack it up. -Okay.

Hey, let's pack it up. Liz wants us to pack it up.

Good night, Liz. -Good night, Kiara. Good night...

Sarah. -...Sarah.

Good night, Jimmy.

Hey, Liz?

I'm sorry.

I know.

Okay. Let's go.

Bye. -Bye, Jimmy.

Bye. -That was really fun.

Hey.

You're up early today.

Thank you.

Here are your overnight oats.

Sorry if I kept you up last night.

Alice?

Same old shit, bro.

"Bro"?

Liz is giving me a ride.

Hey, would you tell her-- Okay, bye.

F--

Fuck!

Get the fuck out of the way! -Suck my dick!

Wow. Are you okay?

Yeah. Sorry I'm late.

Steven, what's on your mind today?

Excuse me. Sup, Jimmy?

Hey, Gaby.

What's going on now?

It's my mother.

Again.

Just once, I want to make it through one whole day

without someone aggressively trying to make my life harder.

It's just that, like, every time I get rid of one compulsion,

another compulsion comes up, you know?

Why am I always going out with the superficial girls?

I can't connect with them.

This time, it was my fault. I left my sunglasses at the store.

And he was, like, so mad we had to go back.

Fucking barista. Don't ask me to spell "Dan."

Turns out they weren't at the store.

They were just on my head.

Am I just gonna be alone?

Am I just gonna be, like, a very successful man on my own?

I can't not bite my nails if they're uneven.

And how are they never gonna be even all the way? That's insane.

...who's kind, someone who's smart.

When I was growing up, I was her joy boy.

I mean, they gotta be hot.

But she's just such a bitch sometimes, it kills me.

How does that make you feel?

Like I'm stuck. -Stuck.

I feel stuck. -I am not a joy boy.

It's like I'm caught in this loop forever.

I've given up being happy.

We both know this shit isn't gonna work.

And he just kept on going on and on about how dumb I am.

You're not dumb, Grace.

He said if I weren't from my great tits, no one would wanna take care of me,

so, that's almost nice.

It's not nice. -I know, but he loves me.

Enough! Grace, we've been doing this for two years.

Two years of your life.

I have never seen a guy tell a woman

that she is dumb and lucky she has great tits

and thought to myself, "Wow, they must really be in love."

And you keep telling me how great he is. Well, I saw him.

He's not that great. His muscles are too big.

His shirts are too tight. Nobody likes that. It's gross.

And what's the word? What's that word? What's the word?

I don't know what word you're talking about.

Fugly! He's fugly.

He's a fugly, fugly man.

Fugly inside and out.

I'm sorry, I don't know what's happening.

'Cause I was talking and--

Grace, your husband is emotionally abusive.

He's not working on it. He doesn't intend to.

He's made you think it's all you deserve. It's not.

Just fucking leave him.

It's not that easy.

It is that easy. You don't have any kids.

Just go to your sister's in Vancouver.

But then--

Leave him or I'm done being your therapist.

Look-- -Okay.

Okay.

Gonna drink it up 'Cause I'm so thirsty

Something on your mind, Paul?

That's too much water. -Okay, look at me.

This skin is DAF. Dewy as fuck.

If I drink one of these a day, all my migraines are gone,

my bad knee is now my good knee, I'm nicer to my friends and family.

You gotta get on board. Do you know what percentage of yourself is water?

I know what percentage of me doesn't give a shit.

Okay, well, that's the dehydration talking.

Hey. -Hey, kid.

How are you doing? -I'm normal, you know?

Just a normal day, normal day.

Doing it normal style. You know what I was thinking, Paul?

Is it about how you're just doing it normal style?

What? What are you thinking?

You guys ever get so mad at your patients

that all of a sudden, you just wanna...

like, shake 'em?

Well, we don't shake 'em.

No, I know, I know. I'm rooting for 'em.

I am. I'm like,

"Come on, you fucked-up person. You can change."

And then they just never do.

Compassion fatigue. We all hit those walls.

Yeah.

You ask questions, you listen, you stay nonjudgmental,

and you don't make that face.

Sorry. It's just-- Look, we know what they should do.

Know why? 'Cause it's pretty fucking simple.

"I get sad when I do this thing." Maybe don't do that fucking thing.

We know the answer.

Don't you ever wanna just make 'em do it?

Great idea. We just rob 'em of their autonomy,

any chance they have to help themselves, right?

And we become, what, psychological vigilantes?

Oh, my God.

I'm, like, sensing the sarcasm,

but that sounds kinda badass.

What did you do?

I didn't do-- I didn't do anything.

You're gonna get it.

Don't say, "Ooh." Look, I'm stuck.

I'm s--- That's it. I'm just trying to shake things up.

Thought I would talk about it with you guys.

Ran out of time, so I have to go because I have a patient.

You don't have a watch on. -Fuck you, Gaby.

Okay. -And I hope everybody has a great day

because I'm gonna go handle this one by the book.

You know, Virginia Woolf tried to drown herself too.

Come on, Paul.

Fuck it.

Hey, J-Bone.

Where are you going?

I was actually heading home.

It has not been my best day, so I'm gonna take a bath.

I moved a TV in there so I can watch movies.

That's cool. You living the dream.

I love that for you. -It's pretty awesome. Yeah.

So, I need to ditch a referral on you, okay?

This is easy-peasy.

Young soldier, worked overseas, was discharged six months ago.

He does keep getting busted for assault, and his parents are very worried.

That's not easy-peasy. -Come on.

I saw, like, a thousand patients today, and I cover for you all the time.

I'm really pretty psyched for my bath movie.

I've never seen the original Home Alone.

Are you gonna keep staring until I do the right thing?

Fine. -Yeah.

What are you doing?

Right. You'll get that later.

You're gonna love it, dude.

Sean.

Sorry, there's a lot of papers.

Why don't we start by you telling me why you think you're here?

Bar fight, court-ordered anger management, blah, blah, blah.

So, it's-- That was three "blahs"?

What happened exactly?

Same as always. Somebody got in my face.

I wasn't having it.

He bumped my shoulder, like "fuck you."

So he said, "Fuck you"?

Well, he didn't say it. -Got it.

So it was more of an implied "fuck you." I hate those.

You doing one of those right now? -Maybe.

Okay.

Look, man, it's really not that big of a deal.

I got into a couple bar fights. They called the police and--

Are you yawning? Did you just yawn? -No.

The fuck am I even doing here, man? -Okay, look, I was yawning.

I'm sorry. It's not because of you or because of your story.

Please go on.

Whatever, man. Can I go?

Yeah. Of course.

I'm sorry.

Fuck!

Hello?

Oh, Jesus, Tia. This is so gross.

You have a problem. You know that?

I had a long day. This relaxes me.

You know, for the record, I can take any one of these guys.

Oh, yeah? -Yeah, 'cause if there's no rules,

I'm gonna pinch.

Don't. Do not pinch me.

Stop. Stay where you are.

There's-- No pinching. Don't do it.

I'm not gonna do-- Pinch! -Stop.

Okay, okay.

I'm so strong!

Think I heard a rib crack. -Oh, no.

Jimmy!

Oh, yeah. -Oh, my God.

Got you now. What you gonna do?

Hi. -Hi.

How steep is it? -The hill?

Steep. -Really?

Yeah, it's pretty steep. And then they cliff jump.

Fuck. Release me.

Hello.

You're in my bushes. -They're really well-kept.

Is it topiary? Is that what that's called?

I don't fucking know, Jimmy. Some guy does 'em.

How's Alice doing?

You okay, Alice?

She's fine. She's fed. She did her homework.

She just had soccer practice. -Soccer started?

Yeah, soccer started, and she's killing it.

I'm sorry, I have to ask, is this you forever?

I don't know.

All right.

You haven't eaten. Let me make you a plate.

What are you doing? Go to the fucking door!

Oh, my God. -Okay. I'm kinda stuck.

Alice, hey. How was your day? Was it--

Talk more later.

Thank you.

Is this all white meat or-- -Seriously?

Doesn't matter. Love it. -Jimmy, Alice is amazing.

And before you know it,

she's gonna be gone to college, and you're gonna wish

you hadn't screwed it up so bad that she never wants to come home.

I think I may have already done that. -Well, fuck it then.

Get back in the game, dude.

Come on.

Jimmy. -Hey, Derek.

Thought that I was done raising kids, so thanks for that.

You're welcome. Hey, Derek, you're gonna love dinner.

It's amazing. -If there's any left.

I support trying to connect with Alice.

Don't force it. It won't work.

I don't know. She loves omelets, so I think it might work.

Feel free to call me first thing in the morning

and tell me I'm wrong.

It's what I live for.

I do appreciate--

Yeah-- No, okay. I have to go. Bye.

Dipshit.

Hey, you got early practice? For the soccer that started?

Weight room. Don't have to tell me about the weight room.

Cool. Hey, I'm making you an omelet because exercise needs protein.

I'm happy with my oats.

This is almost done.

Bye.

I'm glad you came back. -I didn't have a choice.

I told my dad that you suck balls,

but my mom said she didn't know what else to do

and started crying again.

So here the fuck I am.

You're right. Last time you were here, I did-- I sucked.

I sucked on balls.

But I want you to know I'm normally very good at this.

That should be off. I'm sorry.

I have to take this. -Of course you fucking do.

Grace, hi.

I did it. I left him.

I'm at my sister's.

I am so proud of you.

Listen, I can't talk right now because I'm with a patient.

Yeah, he's sorta mean-mugging me.

"Mean-mugging"? What the fuck am I, Ice Cube?

I'm gonna call you back. I promise. -Okay.

I just-- Thank you, Jimmy.

Okay, bye.

Hell yes, motherfucker.

That's someone I helped. Okay? I helped the shit out of her.

Okay. What the fuck you telling me for?

I'm telling you because I'd like you to give me another shot.

Okay, look, I'm gonna level with you.

Last time you were here, I was probably a little high. And drunk.

From the night before. I've been going through some shit.

But look, Sean, you and I, we have to talk about this.

This is not somebody who got into a no-big-deal bar fight with you.

This is somebody you kept hitting over and over,

even after they were unconscious.

Is that right?

Yeah, that's right.

Well, what sets you off?

Anything. Everything.

Somebody bumping me.

Somebody saying some shit.

Somebody breathing wrong.

When it happens, I just snap. And then everything goes white.

I don't even know what the fuck happened until it's all over.

Can--

Can you make it stop?

I don't know.

What the fuck am I doing here?

You trust me, Sean?

Fuck no. -Doesn't matter.

I'm a psychological vigilante.

You a what?

Let's go find you someone to beat up. -Wait, what?

The fuck are you going?

MMA? You like this shit?

Me? No. It's super dangerous.

Hey, my friend Sean here would like to spar.

Okay, Sean, you got this.

Don't let him know we're scared.

Look at him. Don't look at me. He's just trying to get in your head.

Yes. There you go.

That's it. Get him! Get him!

Yeah.

Oh, fuck, he can use his feet.

Sean, he's using his feet.

He's gonna use his feet the whole time, I bet.

I know that. -Use your rage!

He was just really fast.

Like very fast.

I think I had him in that last round though.

Okay.

If you hold that to your lip, it's gonna help with the swelling.

That's nice.

Sean, I read your file.

Your time overseas, it's filled with trauma and violence.

All that violence is still inside you, and it keeps finding ways to get out.

What you resist persists. That's Carl Jung.

I guess I figured if you could beat the crap out of somebody

who's totally cool with it,

maybe that'll stop you from kicking the shit out of

anybody who breathes wrong at a bar someplace.

It's all right.

Then we'll start figuring out what's going on underneath all that.

You think this'll work?

Definitely.

Okay.

Or it'll make your bloodlust stronger, and you'll become twice as dangerous.

We'll just have to see.

The fuck? Bloodlust? Damn.

Fuck. Come on, we gotta get out of here.

Who is that?

It's my best friend, Brian.

Just, please, come with me. Pinch, pinch. -Okay, I'm coming.

Man, you know you pretty fucked up, right?

No more than you. -That's fair.

You had him fight people? Really?

You forced a young Black man to fight a bunch of people

in this cultural atmosphere.

I understand that this is crazy,

but he's starting to trust me. So, what do you think?

Oh, my God. I think that this water bottle looks like my water bottle's baby.

Okay.

Hey, do you think Paul would go for something like this?

I read this article that people with Parkinson's are more prone to dehydration,

so I think I'm just gonna, like, put this on his desk.

That's sweet. It's--

It's also very intrusive, which I guess is your trademark.

Thanks.

Listen, why aren't you answering my question?

Because the shit with Sean is so unethical

that I feel like an accomplice just listening to you,

so I'm gonna focus on, you know, my shit

and not on whatever the fuck that is.

I need you to be excited for me.

I do.

It's nice to see you have your spark back.

But... ruh-roh.

Ruh-roh, Jimmy.

All right. Come on.

Oh, f--

Checkmate, buddy. Checkmate. Tap out.

Now I get it.

Oh, shit.

Wow, Paul, that's creepy.

Sit down, Jimmy.

Is this is gonna be a fun talk?

I just got off the phone with Sean's father.

He said he came back from your session with a broken tooth.

So not a fun talk.

Not for you.

I guess one thing led to another.

Like, there's no way that I'd make Sean fight cage matches

if I hadn't already forced Grace to leave her husband.

What? Wait a second, you--

You-- What did you do?

No, no, it's good. She left the country. She's psyched about it.

I thought I told you to sit down.

I told you that if I sit down, I'm gonna feel like I'm in trouble.

You are in trouble.

Paul, I think I can help people if I just get my hands a little dirtier.

Hey, be me for a second. Would you trust you?

The answer is no.

Well, you didn't let me be you. Okay?

Here.

You gotta be kidding.

Well, Jimmy, sorry for always being so hard on ya.

It's only 'cause I love ya with all my heart.

I don't talk like that.

Look, kid, I'm worried about you.

I get that.

I understand that this year, I have been not great.

I think I'm onto something...

if you'd just let me keep going.

Are you even trying to be careful? Huh?

Or are you just gonna burn your career and take me down with you?

Coin flip.

Sorry, Paul. That was a stupid joke. I get--

Hey, could you just give me ten seconds of silence

and let me think about this?

Yes. Abs-- Of course, Paul.

That'll give us both a chance to-- -Can we start now?

Was this-- This was open the whole time?

Just shut the fuck up.

Okay.

Get out of here.

Wait, this is my office.

That took you longer than it should have.

Whoops.

I don't know what's-- what you want from me.

What makes you happy?

Blue slushies.

Me too.

But seriously, when was the last time you were happy?

Every time I remember being happy, I get pissed 'cause...

I see where I'm at now, and I know that that time is gone

and I ain't getting it back.

Yeah, I know how you feel.

Fuck you. -Fuck me.

My wife died.

Yeah, she got-- was killed in a car accident.

Last time I saw her, we were in a fight,

so it was pretty brutal.

Sometimes a really great memory of her will just sneak up on me.

It's usually like a dumb little thing, you know?

And when I come out of it, I just...

It's just so awful here without her.

But I hope that someday I can remember her and not feel that way.

You supposed to be telling me this shit? -Definitely not.

Hey, Jimmy. -Hey, morning, Derek. How's it going?

Just walking the dog I didn't want. -My patient moved into her sister's house.

Sounds like the day's off to a great start for both of us.

Too slow.

Hey, she's awake.

I got you fresh blueberries for your morning oats

because I know you love your oats.

Even though nobody really loves oats 'cause they taste like wet paper.

We don't have to talk.

Just how about you sit and enjoy your breakfast?

I'll face the other direction.

Hey, have you seen my jersey? -I have.

I washed it for you.

This isn't enough. What you're doing.

You've been walking around for so long acting like it only happened to you,

but it happened to us.

It happened to me.

And I've been dealing with it on my own because I had to.

So please don't think that blueberries and washing a shirt is enough

to make me forgive you for all of that.

You got a problem?

Hey, man.

He shouldn't have bumped me.

Some guy bumped me as I was walking past. He bumped my shoulder.

What happened? -I'll tell you what happened.

I looked at him in his fat fucking face, and, like, I saw it.

Like, I saw me fucking him up. It was beautiful.

And then I walked away.

Look, man, I called you 'cause I wanted to talk, aight?

And you my therapist.

I don't know what to do with this shit, man.

I'm just-- I don't know.

Yes. Yes! Yes!

Two for two, bitches!

What the fuck are you doing, man? -I'm celebrating. Sean, this is a victory.

You didn't kill a random douchebag. That is progress.

Look, hey, it is fine to be mad. I am mad all the time.

You did it. Come on, let's celebrate.

You wanna jump up and down? -No. No.

Or you wanna chest bump? -Nah, I'm good.

Come on.

Yeah. Okay, great.

Yes! You hungry? I'm hungry.

You are batshit fucking crazy, man. -Come on. No, man. I'm just pumped.

Wanna get some dinner? -Sure.

Don't you have to feed your kid?

Yeah, she's-- She's actually got a soccer game.

Well, how come you ain't over there?

Shit, is it 'cause I called you?

No, it's 'cause-- It's 'cause I'm awful.

Fuck that. Let's go.

Okay.

Come on.

Goddamn it. We're not gonna make it. It starts in ten.

Why is there so much traffic?

Is this 'cause of the game?

Yes, this is because of a high school girls' soccer game.

All right.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Sean, brace yourself.

Hey! Hey!

It's only two miles away. Let's just hoof it.

You're just gonna leave your car here?

I'm a white guy in Pasadena.

The cops will probably just take it back to my house for me. Come on.

Must be nice.

Try to keep up!

I'm right behind you!

You got it.

Okay. Okay.

What now? My leg.

My nuts. That hurts my nuts.

Okay.

Nope.

We are almost there. You see that? That's where we're going.

You can do this. Who can do this?

Just fucking go, man. -Aight, man. Follow me. Come on.

Dude! -I can't do it.

I haven't exercised in a year. She won't care.

Yes, she will.

Take my hand.

You ready? Let's finish this. You got it. -Okay.

Here we go. Made it.

I'll take your word for it. I'm hallucinating.

Hi, did I miss anything? -It just started.

Okay. We just started. We're good. It just started.

I'm here! I'm here.

Yes!

Okay. Yeah. -See that?

Go, Alice!

Go on, Alice!

She's good, man. Yeah. -Yeah, she is.

She's a good kid.

Hey, man.

You fucking told my wife to leave me?

That's what I pay you for?

Stay down, motherfucker.

You wanna fucking go?

Sean? Sean, I'm okay.

Sean. Sean, no, no, no. He's down. Sean. Sean, walk away.

Please. I'm fine, Sean. -You fucking--

Please, he's had enough. Sean, stop.

Somebody help!

Hey, somebody help! Hey! -Fuck off! Get off me!

I didn't start that fight. -All right. Let's go. Watch your head.

Hey.

Thanks for coming to my game.

I would've come sooner, you know.

It's just...

Yeah, you look so much like your mom.