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Don't run past those crates.
Hold on.
- Here, let me see. - Stop, hold on.
I'm just saying, kill these guys and go back.
There's good shit in there, like rubies and, health, and shit.
What do rubies do?
They're money. Dude, stop, go back.
Okay, I'm going.
All right Ryan, it's 7:30,
you got to be out the door in five.
Are you freaking kidding me?
Do you think other fourth graders are showing up
to school, smelling like weed?
Mom, it's fine, I have an aftershave.
No, listen, put it out right now.
You go get your backpack.
okay, your lunch should be in the fridge.
His lunch is in his backpack, which is next to the door.
So you saw my note last night?
I did.
Okay.
Your brother's coming home today.
I got the notes.
And you haven't heard from him?
He hasn't like, texted you or anything?
Nope.
Wow.
Thank you for this lovely chat, Ryan.
It's been an absolute pleasure conversing with you.
Hey, put that out.
Why haven't you put it out yet?
- This? - Yeah.
I haven't even passed it yet.
Ryan, no.
Hey, Ryan, I swear to god.
Just kidding, he already took a puff.
He's got a one-puff policy on school days.
Oh my god, I am late for work.
You're going to be late to school if you don't leave
in three minutes.
Turn off the video game, turn it off.
Love you mom. - All right, love you.
Three minutes.
All right dude, time's up.
Princess is going to have to wait.
What are you skipping today? Come on, let's go.
Is Jason okay?
What do you mean?
Why is he coming back if school's not over yet?
I guess he doesn't like the college
that he's going to anymore.
Well, that's shitty.
Oh, big Jamie with the sailor mouth!
Where the fuck did you learn to talk like that?
Come on, up, up.
Get your ass moving, I'm going to be late.
All right.
And don't you ever pass those fucking crates again.
There she is.
Mi reina!
Shut the fuck up.
Nerd.
Good morning to me.
Good morning to you.
How'd you sleep?
Like shit.
More nightmares?
I don't know.
I just can't stay asleep.
Baby, you got to be better about taking your meds.
Here we go.
I take them every day, Alex, every morning.
You don't. You do not, don't even try.
Listen, I love you, but you're full of shit.
I would take them if they worked.
No, you are, you're full of shit.
Is Jason still coming home today?
That's what Renee says, so it must be true.
Is it you asking, or Quinn?
First of all, you need to give your mom a break.
- Give her a break? - Yeah.
Where's my break at?
I'm like a fucking indentured sandwich artist.
And you already know I was going to ask, so why are you
going to make me say it?
- Jesus Christ, she's obsessed. - No she's not, stop.
She is. You know she is.
Are you serious right now?
Don't be ridiculous.
Now she's looking over here.
Why does she look like a serial killer?
- Did you see that? - Be nice.
What do you mean?
Terrifying, she means me harm, I'm telling you that right now.
Ow! Ow!
- Ow, DV, this is DV right here! - I'll show you DV!
Harari tells us that shared mythology, our penchant
for collective storytelling is a big part of why our species
was able to organize on a scale necessary to achieve dominion
over much of nature.
Which is a big deal, right?
We possess the ability to create complex fictions,
such as what happens when we die,
or why I didn't turn in my assignment?
Not only do we make up these fictions, we also believe them.
We live our lives according to them.
Think of most of the major religious texts
that still govern the beliefs of people all over the world.
What's the one thing they have in common?
That many of them are narrative-based.
They're collections of stories, Mr. Silva.
Are you not down with shared mythology, bro?
Nah, Mrs. B, I am super-down, and I get it.
We all believe our own bullshit, it's fascinating.
Close enough.
I just want you to remember, though, I'm on this shit.
I read this chapter twice.
I could literally teach this class right now.
That's a disturbing thought, but thank you
for your enthusiasm.
Moving on.
Wow, bro.
You left me hanging out to dry in there.
I don't know, man, I think you did great.
Hey, did you get my text or not?
Yes, I did.
Well, then why the fuck didn't you answer it for?
- Yes, we're good for tomorrow. - Nice.
Hey, Alex told me Jason's coming home from school early.
He fucked up or what?
Swear to god, Nicholas, if one more person asks me that.
Well, excuse me for asking you a question, god damn.
You're excused, I'll text you later.
Bro, you're not even going to answer me?
I got to put in a couple of hours at the shop
before James gets out.
Hey, are you working tonight?
Yo, text me right now.
Rude.
Headed to lunch.
Set my shit up.
That's sick, looks super clean.
Thanks.
What are you going to line it with?
Probably a three-round, maybe a nine.
Bro, who the fuck showed you how to set up a station?
That the shit they teach you in art school?
I don't go to art school.
Well, you look like you do.
Fuckin' bozo.
Come on.
I'm coming, I'm coming.
Hey, is Alex coming over?
I got work tonight, buddy.
She's coming over tomorrow.
Oh, okay.
Oh, okay.
Don't worry, she misses you too.
It must be that aftershave.
That's not funny, come on.
I smell like an old man.
It's a classic musk, it says so right on the bottle.
I smell like an old...
Stop, stop, stop, stop.
all right grandpa, whatever you say.
Shoes by the door, coat on the rack.
Yep, I know.
Yeah, you know, but you never do it.
Hey man.
Welcome home.
I was just about to say that to you.
Thanks.
Yeah, mom told me you were coming back.
Jamie, you going to give your big brother a hug, or what?
Yeah.
How're you doing, man. The accident himself, huh?
What's up, what've you been up to?
Just school, you know.
School, okay sounds like a lot of fun.
Speaking of school, you got to start your homework, buddy.
Mom wants it done before dinner.
I know, you already told me that in the car.
I know, well, I'm telling you again.
If you get it done now, you can play video games after you eat.
Oh, he's a gamer, huh?
Reigning champ of the family right here you know.
Really?
Undisputed.
Want to play later?
Yeah, I might be able to make that happen.
But you better go start that homework, okay?
Yeah, I'll do it fast.
Just make sure you do it right.
Anyway, I didn't see your truck outside,
so I figured you weren't home yet.
Yeah, I parked in the garage.
Didn't really want to be in anyone's way.
Dude, you're fine.
You can park anywhere you like.
So what's up? How are you?
I haven't talked to you in like, a while.
Fucking fantastic.
Thanks for asking, man.
You gonna stay a while?
No, I got CBT and then work.
Yeah, if you can keep an eye on James for me, that'd be great.
Make sure he actually does his homework.
Yeah, yeah, of course, man.
You go on, get your mind right.
Cool.
Well mom should be home in a few hours with Rick,
and she's excited to see you.
Who's Rick?
Rick, mom's boyfriend.
You fucking with me right now?
You know what, I'm not even going to touch that.
You can ask her yourself.
What, I'm supposed to ask my mom every week,
whether or not she has a boyfriend?
Why doesn't anyone ever just tell me shit?
Try answering a text every once in a while.
I don't even know why the fuck he's home.
People keep asking me, and I have no idea
what to tell them.
Did he get kicked out, is he transferring,
is he fucking dying?
He didn't even come home over the summer.
So who knows?
Why do you think it's bothering you so much
that he hasn't told you?
He never tells me shit.
He's my brother and he barely talks to me.
And when he does, he's all weird, and sarcastic,
and annoying.
Well, weirdness aside, have you considered
that it's just something he's not
comfortable sharing right now.
He's barely shared anything with me in the past year.
My mom can't get him to respond half the time.
Okay, let's back it up a little bit.
How's this.
Put yourself in Jason's shoes for just a minute.
Why do you think he might not feel comfortable talking
about whatever's going on?
How would you feel having to come home mid-semester
for any reason?
What, so we're playing a guessing game now?
So what if we are?
Seriously, run through some of the possibilities.
What if he lost his scholarship?
If you were him, wouldn't you find
that difficult to tell people?
All-universe Jason Beckman lost his scholarship?
I don't think so.
That's not really what I'm driving at here, Ryan.
Maybe we should drive at something else then.
Okay.
When was your last panic attack?
Last night.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Did you notice any improvements since your doctor moved you
to the citalopram?
Hey, you forgot to butter the crust.
Man, you can ugh all you want, you still
gotta butter that shit.
How about you butter it from now on,
I'm trying to get out the door.
Hey, nothing's going out that door
unless the crust is buttered.
I mean technically it's your job to butter the crust
whenever it comes out the oven, so.
Don't talk to me about my job.
I'm the reason you have a fucking job.
Yes, thank you, Dan.
And thank you for reminding me for the 17th time.
And thank you for the privilege of working
at this beautiful establishment.
You know, all you do is run
your fucking mouth all night long.
Guys, guys, jeez, jeez.
Look, look.
Butter, salt.
Hey, why couldn't you have done that in the first place,
instead of making a whole goddamn production out of it.
You just don't listen to me, though.
It's literally your job to butter the crust.
I mean, you're sitting right next to the fucking butter.
How many times I got to tell you to shut your mouth.
- Keep my mouth shut? - Yeah, keep your mouth shut.
Keep your fucking mouth shut, bro.
Try to brush your fucking teeth once in a while,
you grimy-ass bastard.
And why are you so fucking itchy all the time, man, huh?
What are you hitting in the bathroom?
You don't think we can smell that shit?
You crusty-ass gremlin-lookin' motherfucker.
Why do you care about my personal hygiene so much?
You like me?
Bro, I got to smell you right next to me.
Shit, and get your fucking stank-ass foot
off the damn thing god damn, man.
Hey.
Hey, what you up to?
Just getting ready for bed, and I'm missing you.
How's work?
Over, finally.
Just got home.
You miss me too?
Yeah, of course I do.
Sorry, it's just been a very long fucking day.
Did you see Jason earlier?
Just for a minute.
He was texting Quinn tonight.
About what?
She didn't say.
Did she tell him we're having a fire tomorrow?
Like I said, she didn't say.
Jesus.
It's not that big of a deal, Ryan.
Yeah, I know, you're right.
Anyway, I'm about to go in.
I'll let you get some rest.
Okay, babe.
Can't wait to see you tomorrow.
I can't wait to see you.
I love you.
Get some sleep, okay?
I'll try.
I love you too.
Mwah, bye.
This is not happening.
Jay!
You gotta turn that down, man.
Jason?
- What are you doing? - Fuck, Jesus man.
I almost shit myself.
I said, what are you doing right now?
Who's in there?
No one is in there.
I'm right fucking here.
Now tell me what the fuck you're doing right now.
But I saw something.
What the fuck is wrong with you, huh?
You just sneak around in the middle of the night,
opening people's doors.
What is that?
Have you fucking lost your mind?
Your music's way too loud man,
you're going to wake up everyone in the house.
Go on, hm?
Keep going, keep running your fucking mouth.
Fuck you, Jason!
Fuck. Get off me!
Then stay the fuck away from my room, you hear me?
Get the fuck off me now!
Ryan?
Why are you guys fighting?
It's okay, buddy, we're just messing around.
Could you please turn the fucking music down.
Come on, let's get you to bed.
Hey.
Could you guys be any louder?
What is going on?
Hello?
They were fighting each other.
You were fighting each other?
You're fighting each other in the middle of the night.
What are you, twelve?
Look, I'm sorry mom, Ryan tried to come into my room.
Oh, fuck you, Jason.
Look, if you just stop sneaking around like a fucking burglar
- we'll be all set. - Hey. Hey!
No, both of you watch your mouths.
I don't know what's going on with you,
but everybody needs to go to sleep, okay?
It's 3 'o clock in the morning.
I know, it'd be fine if he hadn't just...
No, honey, enough, enough.
You can figure this out when the sun comes up, please.
Am I talking to myself?
Please go to sleep.
Go to sleep.
Hey.
Hey, you okay?
Okay, you're okay.
Mm-hmm.
You want to talk about it?
Look man, this past year...
I'm sorry for not coming home.
I don't really want to talk to you right now, Jason.
I know, I get it. I'm just trying to...
You get it?
You haven't even been home for 24 hours,
and you've already assaulted me.
Assaulted you, that's a little dramatic, don't you think?
Yeah, you know what, I'm being dramatic.
Matter of fact, I'm the one that's sorry.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm trying
to get James ready for school.
What do you want me to help?
Where's mom?
Oh, finally!
Finally is right.
Longest week of my fucking life.
Aw, drama queen.
Hey, we are dressing up for Adam's Halloween party, right?
You can.
Huh?
No, Ry, come on, you're no fun.
You can dress up, I'm not stopping you.
Have all the fun you want.
You promised we could be Mia and Vincent.
I promised?
I don't think so.
Nobody's going to know what that is anyway.
Where's Jason?
I thought he would be here.
Truck's not here, no idea.
- Uhm. - Oh.
I'm happy you're here though.
Yeah?
Why don't you show me how happy you are?
I can do that.
I got to pee first though.
Are you fucking serious?
I'm sorry.
I've been holding it since we picked up James.
Then go!
Go, go now.
Go faster!
I'm going!
Jay?
Hey, you got to get this shit just right.
Shut up.
It takes patience and skill.
Y'all keep setting your shit on fire.
Nah, bruh, I like that shit burnt.
But I'm not making this for you, though, am I?
All right can we not argue about marshmallows right now?
Man, I'll argue about whatever I want to argue about.
Why can't I argue about marshmallows?
Nicolas, no one gives a shit how you like your marshmallows.
So just eat your fucking s'mores, and shut the fuck up.
Whoa, hey, who the fuck you talking to,
'cause I see nobody.
I said your fucking name, didn't I?
Hey, you're lucky you my cousin, that's all I'm going to say.
Oh, good.
My god, you guys need to stop.
So dramatic.
Man, we all know you love some drama, so you're welcome.
Yo, where's Jason at?
Gonna join these festivities, or what?
I texted him.
He said he might be out later.
Woo, oh shit.
Are you guys texting again?
The romance back on?
- Be nice. - What?
I'm just asking a question.
No, you're being fucking stupid.
Oh my god, how am I being stupid though, huh?
God, you can't say shit these days.
You're instigating.
All right, if you guys would just shut up just for a minute,
I'll give him a call.
- No, don't call... - Just chill.
- all the time. Just chill.
You can't say nothing, people start crying.
Ryan, don't, you don't have to call him.
Emotions get in the way.
Everybody has something to say.
Alex, can you tell him not to call?
Your mailbox is full
and cannot accept any messages at this time.
Fuck.
Jay, where are you at?
Jay.
Jason?
What's going on man?
Jay.
Whoa, whoa, it's me man.
Is James okay?
James, no, I...
I don't know.
Why are you outside his room?
I lost track of her.
I was afraid that--
Dude, lost track of who?
Nothing.
I'm fine.
You don't seem fine. You're freaking me out, man.
Everything's going to be okay, Ryan.
Seriously.
I'm going to go to sleep now.
The fuck?
Jason?
What have you been working on as far as drawing goes?
Oh, I'm still doing the apprenticeship
at the shop trying to get my license.
Just been working on animals, lady heads,
traditional shit for a flash book.
Planning on staying there full-time
after you get licensed?
Maybe at first.
Me and Alex talk about moving to Chicago eventually,
but she won't go until her associate's is done,
so here for now.
Is Alex into tattoos?
Yeah, she's got a few.
She has to hide them from her dad though.
How about your brother?
Does he have any?
He's got one on his chest.
Is it something traditional as you say?
It's the archangel, Michael.
The protector.
Is Jason religious?
Not really.
Huh!
Why an archangel?
It's a commemorative piece for my dad.
Oh, I see.
Yeah, it's good, it's well done.
Very nice.
Jamie, where you at?
It's an MoG kind of day.
Why does it matter, just hidden behind the table.
Oh hey, Ry.
Happy Halloween.
Happy Halloween.
How's the good doctor?
The good doctor is good.
Well, that is good.
We're just cleaning up these wires.
I can see that.
Kid's got like every system known to man.
You know dad would have had your ass for this, right?
I had to unplug and replug everything
just to make sense of what was going on.
It was a fucking mess back here.
Well, I guess I'm thankful you're here to take care of it
before he saw it.
I owe you one.
How about you do me a favor and grab the scissors
from the kitchen so I can cut the ends off these ties?
Where's your folder?
My what?
Your fucking--
Your red pocket knife.
Dad gave me that when I was like ten, dude.
Was dull as shit, I tossed it a long time ago.
You tossed it huh?
You are aware you can sharpen knives,
you don't need to throw them away.
Are you serious?
Wow, thank you, Ryan.
Is there any chance I can borrow your whetstone?
No, it's my whetstone, get your own fucking whetstone.
Go get the fucking scissors man, and let's go grab some food.
Go out?
It's pouring.
So what, I'll drive, we can take the truck.
I don't know, man.
I still got to get James ready for trick or treating.
It's already dark out.
Who cares, come on, we'll be fast.
Let's get out of the house. Let me buy you some food.
All right, let's do it.
Fantastic, now can you go grab the fucking scissors please?
Jesus.
Only because you asked me so sweet.
Ah.
So what's up Jamie?
You got your costume all ready to go?
I guess, I mean if it stops raining.
What, we'll grab an umbrella and get out there.
Got to get that candy.
Yeah man, I'd still go out in the rain.
Yeah, we'll see.
We'll see, he says.
So you got anything going on tonight?
Adam's having a party.
I'm going to meet up with Alex and Nick
after I take James out.
You just want me to take him, so you can go to the party?
No it's fine man, you don't have to.
I know I don't have to, I want to.
Let me do it, for real.
Like you said, it's raining anyway,
so we might not even go.
Are you sure?
Is that cool with you, James?
Yeah, that's fine.
See, he's fine.
Go have fun, Ryan.
Go to the party.
Plus I want to spend some more time with this big guy anyway.
Stop. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- He's the biggest. - Stop, stop.
Come on. Stop.
All right, well, thanks Jay.
Yeah man, of course.
So what's the big costume tonight?
What do you got?
Oh, I'm being a skeleton.
Oh shit, a scary skeleton?
All skeletons are scary.
That's true.
Yeah, that was a stupid question.
My bad.
Wait, don't turn it off.
Ugh, this wig is going to be all fucked up.
I literally told you three times to bring an umbrella.
How do you forget to bring an umbrella in this shit?
It'll be fine, we can just run.
Oh, we can just run.
That's so smart, I can't believe I didn't think of that.
Yeah, neither can I. You ready?
Wait, let me just finish--
Go!
Ryan!
What the--
- Ryan! - Come on.
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!
Ooh.
- Ow. - You're such an asshole.
What, stop.
Come on, open the door.
I'll finish my makeup inside.
After you.
Yo, Ryan Beckman in the house!
Yo!
What's up!
Hi!
Okay, you look so hot.
- Hi. - Gimme a hug.
Ahoy, matey.
Yes, yes.
- Brother. - It looks so good.
- What up. - No, it looks great.
- Wait, where's Nick? - He's in the kitchen.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, grab yourself a drink.
I will.
What, the kid's all early and shit!
You look beautiful.
Where the fuck is your costume?
I don't do costumes, I'm boring, you know this.
Hi, baby.
I tried to make him wear one, but he wouldn't listen.
Oh, you wouldn't huh?
That's fucking shocking.
He never listens.
I hear everything you say I promise.
Aw, that's so beautiful.
Maybe you should take a page out of that book.
Man, why are you trying to start something?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, boys, place nice.
I'm going to go get Quinn, and finish my makeup.
Love you!
She loves me too, she just didn't hear me.
Uh huh. You done fucked something up.
Dude, this place is packed as fuck.
You know we don't play when we throw a party.
What do you mean?
Yeah, but who are all these people?
To be honest with you, I don't know half
of the motherfuckers in here.
But fuck it.
Let's go!
Give it to me, come on.
I better find Alex and make sure she's
not actually pissed at me.
Hey, you got to do what you got to do.
I know all about the dog house.
I bet you do.
I'll be back.
Hey, just go like this.
What the fuck do you want?
This is the bathroom right?
Yeah, yeah, just give me a minute.
All right bro, take your time.
No, no, no, no.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Well, at least it's not raining anymore.
Yeah.
Baby, are you sure you're okay?
I'm fine, stop asking me that.
Ry, you got to start taking your Ativan with you
when you leave the house.
Yes, I know, you told me, and I heard you.
Okay, well then if you heard me, why don't you just do it?
Just listen to me.
You're right, you're right, okay?
I'm sorry I ruined your fucking night.
That's what this is all about, right?
If you're mad at me then just fucking say it.
Stop with all this other bullshit.
Alex.
Alex, I'm sorry.
Fuck.
You said that.
You can talk.
I got a talking plant!
Say it again.
I never been to college and I ain't been around much.
But I'd be willing to bet there ain't no such thing
as a talking plant.
Hey.
How was the party?
It was uh, fantastic.
RICk: Nice.
You're home so early.
No costume?
What are you talking about?
This is a terrifying mask.
How'd you make out buddy?
Looks like you braved the rain.
I took your Red Sox umbrella.
It was really fun, actually.
We mostly got Reese's.
Wow, jackpot.
Yeah.
- Where's Jason? - He went to sleep.
He told me to tell you thanks for letting him take me
trick or treating, and he loves you.
Jason told you to tell me that?
Yeah.
Okay, well enjoy your sugar high.
If there's any candy left in the morning, I'm eating it.
Fair warning.
Oh, there won't be.
Are you going to sleep?
Uh, yeah I'm exhausted for some reason,
so I'm going to call it a night.
Okay.
Well good night, sweetie.
Good night.
Yeah, dead men tell no tales.
So everyone needs to deliberate.
Who...
killed...
you.
You? Yes.
That was a really good one.
I want to hear it, tell us.
I did check on her. It's her.
Of course, it's always Dillon.
He's the most sus.
If I'm going to have some backup here, you guys were fighting.
Hmm.
So I think that would be revenge.
Is all I'm saying.
It could be a revenge kill.
Every time I get fucking chosen.
- No, you don't. - Yeah, because it's--
You never get chosen.
- Do you want to try? - Oh, yeah.
No, please don't give it to her.
Wait, guys.
I've watched enough Taylor Swift videos, okay.
Okay, so you got it.
So it's kind of like, hold up.
You know this is personal.
Well, I know, but I'm saying--What?
This is personal.
You got something personal against her.
- That's what I'm saying. - Just look at her.
She's the kind of girl who could wake up one morning,
and she's just like--
Dillon is kind of quiet.
Yeah, well Dillon never speaks, so...
Help me!
Help me.
Help me.
Help.
Jason?
Help me.
Help me.
Help me.
Help me.
Help me.
Help me.
Help me.
Help me.
Help me.
Help me.
Help me.
Help me.
Help me!
Help me!
Help me!
Jay, are you up, man?
My bad, I know it's late.
Jason?
I'm sorry, man. I'm coming in.
Jason.
Jason, let me in.
Jay! Jay.
Let me in now, Jay!
Oh my god.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Jesus fucking Christ, Jason.
Mom!
Mom!
Please no. Please no.
Mom!
Please, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Please, Jason, don't you fucking do this, fuck--
Ry?
James, go get me the scissors right now.
James, go get me the fucking scissors right fucking now!
Run!
Don't fucking do this, Jay.
Fuck!
Who is that?
Who the fuck is in there?
It's my son.
Oh my god.
No, please send someone.
Please send someone.
No, he's not breathing.
He's not breathing, no.
Please.
Please, no--
Help me!
Help me.
Are you sure you're okay with this?
Yeah, I think so.
Because if you're not, you know you can tell me, right?
You don't have to do anything you're not ready for.
You're going to school today, right?
Yeah.
Then I will too.
All right.
I guess that settles it.
Come here.
Sit down.
I know things are hard now.
And...
if you ever want to talk to them or anything,
the cemetery is close.
We can go there together, just me and you.
It'll be like our safe place.
Okay.
Because I want you to remember
you have a family that loves you, all of us.
I love you too.
All right.
We got this.
What is this?
49 and a 1/2?
What's the problem?
What is that, "and a 1/2."
What does that mean?
It's a half address, bro.
Like a house behind a house.
- That's a thing? - Yeah, that's a thing.
- Jesus Christ. - Wow, Dan. I'm sorry.
Apparently, I don't make enough trips to the Barrows Street
crack houses.
My bad, bro.
He said crack houses.
All right, all right, let's just get the order out the door
so you and your giggling boyfriend
will be lucky enough to have jobs tomorrow.
Oh, please, Dan.
Please let us be so lucky.
Will you just shut the fuck up?
Read the slip.
It's the upstairs apartment around back.
Guy orders here every week to pay your fucking wages, okay?
Yeah, I'll make sure to thank him while I'm there.
Just hurry your ass back.
Phone's been ringing off the hook.
I don't hear shit.
It's because you're deaf.
Clean out your ears.
What'd you get lost or something?
I told the girl on the phone
that we were up here around back.
Uh...
Nope.
$25.75.
You eat any of them wings?
Excuse me?
The chicken wings-- it's supposed to be 24
when you get a double order.
Last time we were two short.
I didn't eat any of your wings, sir.
Yeah, not tonight anyway, huh?
Yeah, there you go.
It's $25.
Yeah, that's what it looks like.
Your total is $25.75.
So, what do you want to haggle over 75 cents?
Sir, you have to pay for your food.
You've got to pay the total amount.
Girls, help daddy find 75 cents.
So maybe we can have our food tonight.
What the hell are you doing?
Go find some frickin' quarters.
Go in the other room.
Go in the couch, and find the quarters.
You know what?
- Don't worry about it forget it. - You sure?
All right, well...
all right! We'll catch you next time then.
Yeah, yep, enjoy your food.
Have a good night.
See you again soon now.
I fucking hope not.
Fuck!
Hello?
Who's down there?
I fucking saw you.
What the hell are you doing?
I think there's someone down there.
Of course, there's someone down there.
There's another fucking apartment down there,
you shit wit.
No, I don't think it's someone that lives here.
No, I don't care what you think.
Just get your ass off my property
before I call the cops, all right?
All right.
I'm fucking going.
I don't see you fucking walking, kid.
I'm going.
Shit.
Fucking idiot.
Hey, I didn't know if you were awake.
Well, now you know.
Aren't you supposed to be at work?
I took the second shift.
I just dropped James off at school.
Oh, well, I could have taken him.
Honey, can I talk to you?
About what?
I just want to make sure that you're doing okay.
James said he was late for school three times last week.
And if you need some help--
Did you want to make sure that I'm okay,
or did you just come in here to criticize me?
No, I'm not trying to criticize you.
I'm trying to talk to you.
Well, I'm sorry about James.
I've been held up at work, and it won't happen again.
No, honey, listen to me.
I am not asking you to apologize, okay?
I just want to make sure--
Then why would you bring that up?
Why?
Honey, I know you're hurting.
I know you're hurting.
I am too. But we have--
Did you ask Jason if he was okay?
Tell me!
Or did you just decide to start giving a shit?
Oh, of course I asked him if he was okay.
Yeah, of course you did.
Obviously, it wasn't enough.
Ryan, that is not fair.
Yeah, nothing is, right?
Ryan!
I've been, uh...
seeing something.
Like what exactly?
It's hard to explain.
Okay, why don't you try and explain it to me anyway?
It's a woman.
And where have you been seeing this woman?
The first time I saw her was in my brother's room.
In James's room?
Jason's.
The night he got home, I got up to tell
him to turn his music down, and I thought I saw something
next to his bed.
You saw a woman in Jason's bedroom
in the middle of the night?
It sounds stupid. I know.
No, no, no, no, it doesn't.
Forgive me.
I'm just trying to understand.
I think she's why he came home.
How many times have you seen her since?
A few.
Sometimes I just hear her.
Has she ever spoken to you or made physical contact with you?
No.
Ryan, forgive me having to ask, but can you think of any reason
why you might be experiencing hallucinations?
You got me.
It must be the mushrooms.
Well, all jokes aside, hallucinations don't always
have to be drug-induced, but it's a possibility.
Typically, the best course of action
would be for us to try and eliminate
as many possible causal factors as we can.
How could it be a hallucination if Jason saw her?
Did he tell you he saw something?
Not exactly.
Ryan, your brother coming home was an incredibly stressful
event for you.
It was, even if you don't want to admit it to yourself.
And now, considering what's happened,
if this is anxiety related, we can talk to your doctor
about adjusting the dosage on your lorazepam.
But what I need you to remember is
if this thing you're seeing,
that you're experiencing, if it's only
happening in your mind, it can't hurt you.
That's my favorite part. You got to watch this.
I'm listening.
This is a movie, you know?
There's pictures that go along with the sounds.
Ooh, I'm dating a mansplainer, huh?
It's not mansplaining if it's a joke.
Oh, so you're mansplaining mansplaining to me now.
All right, you win.
Obviously.
Ryan, are you ever going to talk to me?
About what happened?
What are you looking at me like that for?
Why would you bring that up right now?
I'm trying to talk to you.
It's not okay to keep things bottled up, babe.
You know that.
You've been so distant.
I'm just trying to figure out what's
going on inside of your head.
That's all.
I want to help you.
All right, you want to talk?
What exactly do you want to know?
What?
What color his fucking face was?
What!?
You said you wanted to talk.
Tell me what you want to fucking talk about.
Go downstairs.
You lock yourself in there, don't let anybody in.
I'm going to grab another beer.
You want one?
I'm good.
James!
James!
Ryan.
- James, wake up! - What's happening?
Hey, hey, hey, what's happening?
Leave him alone.
What the fuck is happening?
James.
Hey, it's okay.
Alex?
It's okay, sweetie. He's just upset.
You don't have to be afraid, okay?
Come here.
Hey, hey, it's okay.
See, babe. It's okay. It's okay. He's right here.
He's fine.
See, he's fine.
I'm okay, Ry.
Hey, you gonna make it there, buddy?
- You good? - I'm good, stop.
Yeah, you're good, clearly.
Clearly--
Well, I'm glad that's clear.
That's why they call me--
that's my middle name.
What the fuck are you saying, bro?
Dillon, you're way too close to that fire, man.
Aren't you hot?
I'm over here, and I'm hot as shit.
It's fucking winter, and I'm sweating.
I know you're high but just use your head.
Only you can prevent people fires.
Seriously, don't set yourself on fire, bro.
You won't like it.
It's that eighties shit, that retro.
Yeah, yeah.
He doesn't even know what the fuck I'm talking about.
No one does, bro.
You need to take that cup away from him right now.
Stop.
- Fuck you, Adam. - Whoa!
Fuck me?
Hey, sweetie, you can barely stand up.
Whoa! Whoa! Stop, stop.
- No, he's right, you're right. - Mhmm.
- Right. - I know.
- Seriously. - Okay.
- I don't want this anymore. - I don't want it.
I'm good on this, I don't even want it.
Good, I don't want it.
- You can have it. - I don't want it.
- No. - Hey.
Are you fucking serious?
Bro, are you serious?
Stop, bro, stop.
- Fucking hell. - Hey, fuck.
What the fuck is wrong with you fucking asshole?
Stop!
- What the fuck-- - Do it again!
Get off!
Get the fuck off me!
Please stop, Adam.
Do you want to fucking play with me?
- Stop! - Do it again.
Stop! Hey, hey, no.
- Why would he do that? - Calm down.
Hey.
Look, I'm sorry he's all fucked up about shit,
but you don't fucking throw shit at people's face.
- Stop. - Period!
Breathe, breathe.
Breathe.
Please go stand over there and let me handle this, please.
Look.
Stop.
What the fuck?
Hey, put your fucking hands down, man.
Jesus!
What the fuck is wrong with you, man?
Are you out of your fucking mind?
He was being a dick, and you know it.
He was being a dick?
You threw a beer in his face, Ryan.
- Yeah, and I'd do it again. - No, you ain't gonna do shit.
- I'm taking you home. - Get the fuck off me.
- I'm taking you home, Ryan. - I'm not going back.
Oh, really?
So what the fuck are you going to do?
You're going to stay right here on the ground?
- Tell me. - Like you give a shit?
Did you just say that to me?
Yeah, you heard me say it, right?
Are your ears working?
Listen, bro.
I'm going to let that shit slide because I know
you've been through hell. What are you--
You can't go treating people like shit.
You tell me, what do you know about what I've been through?
You can't because you never listen to me ever.
That's not fucking fair.
That's bullshit, and you know it.
That's not bullshit.
Every time I try to talk to you, you write me off.
Because nothing's going to get in the way of Nick Silva's fun.
Good times only, right, bro?
So excuse me for being a burden.
Seriously.
Go have fun with your boyfriend.
Selfish fuck.
Hey.
Hey, I fucking love you, Ryan.
And I'm sorry for all the shit that you're going through, bro.
I am.
And I wish I could fucking help you, bro.
Let me know if you change your mind on the ride.
Why don't you control yourself, huh?
Thanks for ruining the party bro!
Vibe killer.
Trashed.
You okay, Ry?
Let's start by talking about what you mentioned last week,
the things you've been seeing.
Have they persisted?
No.
Well, that's great news, Ryan, seriously.
How have things been otherwise?
About the same.
The same as what?
The same as they have been.
Can you expand on that a little bit for me?
I don't know.
What do you want me to say?
Ryan...
I think it might be beneficial to our progress
if we could find a way to get you to participating
a little bit more.
Our progress with what?
Listen, I know it's not easy managing all this stuff,
far from it.
But I also know that you remember all those strides
we made that first year.
These sessions can be helpful for you, Ryan.
I've seen it.
And I also understand that you didn't
want to talk about your dad's passing last summer,
and I was respectful of that.
But since then--
Do you want to know why I don't want to talk about it?
Because it's impossible for me to have an honest conversation
with anyone about it.
How do you mean?
I mean...
I can't stand all the sugarcoating.
My dad didn't pass away.
He killed himself.
Say it.
Okay, you want me to participate.
I'll participate.
Do you remember the visualization thing
you taught me when we first started?
You were right.
It's like a magic bullet for all this shit.
Find a peaceful memory and just ride out the symptoms.
I'll tell you what mine was.
I am six or...
seven years old.
I wake up in my bedroom, and it's still dark out,
so I know it's not time to go to school yet.
Jason shared a room with me then,
but he was still asleep,
so it was just me lying there.
I can hear my dad running the snowblower in the driveway.
Yeah, I get so excited because it was the first time
it snowed that year.
So I get up, go to the window, pull up the shades
so I can see.
And the only reason you could see anything
was because we had a street lamp at the edge of our driveway
casting this orange light through all the snow.
The wind was blowing so hard you couldn't tell which direction
it was coming from.
My dad was out there anyway, doing what he could
before he had to go to work.
I remember it felt like we were the only two people awake
in the world, that no one else would
be seeing what we were seeing.
It'd be like a secret that just me and him had.
It's a beautiful memory, Ryan.
It used to be.
You want to know what took its place?
I hear a pop.
Like a firecracker coming from behind the house.
I see Jason running in through the back door,
screaming into the phone and throwing up all
over the kitchen floor.
James was in the middle of setting the table,
but he starts crying when he hears what Jason is saying
and runs away.
The worst part...
was the sound of my mom.
Just screaming in pain.
Screaming.
For as long as I live, I'll never be able
to forget that sound.
You know what I did?
I just stood there in the doorway like a fucking idiot.
That's what I did.
Nothing.
Do you know what that's like to have your most peaceful memory
turned into a fucking nightmare?
No.
No, I don't.
Yeah, well...
...my dad didn't pass away.
He locked himself in the shed in our backyard
and shot himself in the chest.
That's what happened.
I used to fucking hate him for it, but now--
Are you saying you've forgiven him for what he did?
Hello.
Ryan, Jesus Christ.
You scared the shit out of me.
Where are you?
I'm sorry I was asleep.
You were asleep?
It's almost 4 o'clock.
You've been asleep for 18 hours?
I don't know about 18.
Maybe like 15.
You've been asleep for 15 hours?
Babe, you can't even stay asleep for 15 minutes.
Ry, I know you're stressed out,
and you're not feeling well, and you have so much going on,
but you can't just hide from this shit
and hope it goes away.
You're coming over tonight, and we're figuring this shit
out together.
Alex, this has nothing to do with you and me.
I promise.
I've just been busy at the shop and at home with James.
No, Ryan, Ryan, it's got everything
to do with you and me.
I'm not asking you.
I'm telling you.
You're coming over.
So what time are you going to be here?
Well, I can't leave James home by himself.
My mom will be home at 7:00.
I'll leave then.
Okay, okay.
I'll see you a little after 7:00 then.
Okay, I love you.
I thought you liked Half Baked?
I do like Half Baked.
So why'd you get AmeriCone Dream?
They didn't have Half Baked at the store.
Mm-hmm.
Pretty good, though.
Yeah, I can tell you like it because you won't give it back.
Give me the fucking ice cream!
All yours.
You fucking ate half of it, Ryan.
I only had like three bites.
No, no, no. Three bites?
I don't deserve you, Alex.
No, you really don't.
No, just listen to me for a sec.
I've been terrible to you.
I know saying sorry isn't going to make up for all the bullshit
that I put you through, but I'm going to try, okay?
I just want things to be like they were--
before all this shit.
Of course, amazing timing.
Are you going to answer?
I'll call her back later.
Ryan, it's your mom, just call her back.
No, she's just calling to bitch at me.
Bitch at you for what?
Because I waited for almost an hour for her to get home.
That's why I was late getting over here.
She's probably calling to give me shit
about leaving James home alone.
You left James alone?
- He's fine, Alex. - Ryan.
She probably got home right after I left.
What was I supposed to do?
You didn't ask me to come over, right?
You told me.
Plus, you're a lot scarier than she is.
Oh, I'm scary?
You can be a little frightening.
Frightening?
Just a little.
I'll show you how scary I am.
Is that scary?
Mm-mhm.
How about that?
Are you frightened?
Not yet.
I guess I'm just going to have to try harder.
Alex, you know--
I'm done talking.
- What the fuck? - What's wrong?
What's wrong?
- Did I hurt you? - No, I know.
Just come over here, please.
Just get over here so I can see.
I can't fucking see what's behind you.
Why do you need to see what's behind me?
Ryan.
Look.
There's nothing there.
You can't see her?
Oh my god.
Alex.
Alex.
Alex!
Hey, there's no one else in here.
It's just you and me.
Hey, baby, you're safe, I promise.
I have to go.
No, Ryan, just talk to me.
Just tell me what's going on.
I'm sorry, Alex.
Ryan.
Ryan, just stop.
Ryan, could you just listen to me for a second?
- Alejandro, are you okay? - Ryan, listen to me.
Why can't you talk to me?
I'm just trying to help you.
You can't.
Please let go of my arm.
But you won't even let me try.
Hello.
Ryan, where the hell have you been?
Okay, first of all, calm down.
Calm down?
You leave your nine-year-old brother home by himself,
and then you tell me to calm down?
Are you fucking serious right now?
James is absolutely terrified, Ryan.
He called me 15 minutes ago in tears.
What do you mean, called you? Where are you?
I'm still at the hospital.
I'm on a double.
You couldn't have fucking called me to tell me that?
I left for Alex's, thinking you were coming home.
Okay, listen, I'm not going to argue with you right now.
I'm covering a shift for one of the girls in palliative,
and I can't just fucking leave anytime I want to.
Listen to me.
This is fucking unbelievable.
Are you still at Alex's?
Because I'm about five seconds from sending
the police to the house, okay?
No, there's no need for the police.
I'm on my way home right now.
What's wrong with James?
What did he say?
I don't know, he thinks he saw a monster in his bedroom?
He called me from the closet, Ryan.
How many times have I told you not
to let him watch those stupid movies with you and Nick?
A monster?
What do you mean?
Ryan, listen, there's no need for you to freak out too.
Just get home and call me when you get there.
Fuck!
No, fuck! Fuck!
Not right fucking now.
Fuck!
James?
Please, please, please, please.
Come on.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I'm not gonna let you do this to him.
Do you hear me?
I'm not gonna let you fucking do this to him!
Fuck!
Jamie!
Fuck you!
James!
No, no, no, no, no.
Please be okay.
Please be okay. Please be okay.
Please, please.
Just be okay.
Just be okay, please.
Please, please, please, please.
Ryan?
- Jamie? - Is that really you?
Oh my god.
I was so afraid something happened to you.
- I saw her, Ryan. - I know.
I know you did, buddy.
And I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I wasn't there.
But you're safe now.
I won't let anything happen to you, ever.
- You gotta say you believe me. - I believe you.
Okay.
What happened?
Did she hurt you?
No, I got into a car accident.
Do you need to go to a hospital?
Let's just get you home.
Do you trust me?
Yeah.
Okay, because I'm going to ask you to do something
that you're not going to want to do,
and I'd be lying if I told you that
I knew what was going to happen.
Sorry for that.
And I'm sorry for not doing a better job taking care of you.
It's just been so hard without Dad.
And I don't know what I'm doing.
And I just feel like I keep fucking everything up,
but I'm done making excuses.
I should have been here tonight.
I should have been there for Jason.
I think you do a really good job, Ry.
Thanks, buddy.
Are you done with your cereal?
I don't really want it.
Used too much milk.
That's the worst.
All right, let's go.
Are you sure she'll come?
I'm sure.
Are you scared?
Yeah.
Me too.
Ready?
Yeah.
Now.
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