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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.