All language subtitles for 2018Beautiful.Boy

So, this is for, uh,

"New York Times Magazine"?

- No. I'm sorry, that...

there...

mm... no, I freelance.

I write for
different magazines,

but this is a personal matter.

- A personal matter?

- Yes, I'm sorry. Is that okay?

- No, it's absolutely okay.

May I ask what-what this
is regarding and...?

- Uh, it's about my son.

- Okay. How can I help?

He...

There are moments
that I look at him,

this kid that I raised,

who I thought I knew
inside and out,

and I wonder who he is.

He's been doing all
sorts of drugs,

but he's addicted
to crystal meth,

which seems, uh, to be
the worst of all of 'em.

And I guess I'm here

because I just want to know...

all that I can about...

all of it.

Know your enemies, right?

So...

My two big questions are,

wh-what is it doing to him,

and what can I do to help him?

Marin General
Hospital. How may I help you?

Hi.
My son has gone missing,

and I wanted to check
to see if he had...

uh, maybe had been brought in

or-or if-if there'd
been an accident.

- Can I have name and
description, sir?

Nicolas Sheff.

S-H-E-F-F.

He is...

18 years old.

He is just over six feet tall.

About 130 pounds.

Maybe less. I-I
don't know. Um...

He has shoulder-length
brown hair

and green eyes.

Thank you.
Please hold.

Okay.

- Mr. Sheff?
- Yes.

Uh, there's no one
by that name, sir.

Okay. Thank you.

He's
been gone for two days.

What
do you mean he's gone?

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

- I don't know.
- Two days?

Why didn't you tell me sooner?

Uh, I didn't want to
worry you, I guess.

- I just...
- I'm his mother, David.

Didn't you see this coming?

Uh, no.

What?

No, no, I didn't see it coming.

If I'd seen it coming, I
would've done something.

It was just a
question, David. Jesus.

I haven't been talking
with him a lot lately.

Well, maybe that's why you
shouldn't be giving me advice

in parenting, right?

Fuck, Vicki.

Can we just not blame each
other right now? That's...

Who's blaming who here?

If I hardly ever see him,
it's because he's supposed

to come to L.A.
for the holidays

but always finds a
reason not to come.

Well, that's not
my fault, is it?

Nic.

Here's your little brother.

Tight.

Just support his head.

Hi, Jasper.

- Hi, little boy.

This is amazing.

He's sticking
his tongue out.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- I'll miss you this summer.
- Me, too.

- Okay, write me.
- Write me back.

Work on your French.

- Oui, madame.

Have a great summer.

And say hi to your mom.

- Everything.
- Everything.

Ya!

Come on.

Hey.

Where have you been?

Yeah, I just need to sleep,
all right?

What have you been doing?

I just need to sleep, all
right? Leave me alone.

Guys, go downstairs.

I'll be there in a minute.

Ow.

Look, Man, I'm-I'm, uh...

I'm really sorry, all
right? And-and I, uh...

I fucked up, and it
was a mistake, but...

it was a one-time mistake, all
right? I learned my lesson.

I don't want to go through this
shit again, all right? So...

- Let's just go inside.
- No.

They're professionals.

Let's just listen to
what they have to say.

Look, I'm 18, all right?!
You can't force me!

Hey.

This got out of hand, right?

Don't you think?

Come on.

All right.

Okay. Okay.

I'm doing it for you.

He needs treatment. And fast.

There's still a lot of
drugs in his system.

And, worst of all,
he's in denial.

Um, can you help him?

Oh, yeah. I mean,

a lot of the people here
are not here by choice.

And they have just as
much chance as anybody.

Okay.

- So, we have a free bed.

So, if you want, we can check
him in for a 28-day treatment

and then we evaluate.

Um... what is your success rate?

- On the high end, 80%.

On the low end, 25%.

Look, he will have
daily consultations

with a staff psychiatrist
and physician.

We have daily N.A.
and A.A. meetings.

He'll be monitored
very closely.

Thank you.

And last page.

Everything.

Everything.

Why are
you always in this room?

You hardly ever
come out of here.

It's like you're a vampire.

I read.

I draw.

You know what we should do?

We should go surfing.

Yeah.

That sound good?

I'm kind of into other
things now, you know?

Reading misanthropes and
seriously depressed writers.

Oh, come on, they're...

they're kind of
great, though, right?

I get it.

It'll pass, though.

It always does.

What does?

The feeling of being
alienated and isolated.

Huh, that really helps.

Thanks for the advice, Dad.

Okay.

All right. That was...

That came out wrong. I'm sorry.

Mm-mm.

All right.
Your-your idea.

Hey.

Hey, Dad.

So, we feel
he's made great progress.

- Right, Nic?
- Hi. -Hey.

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

- So we should maybe talk
about the coming weeks, Nic.

Mm. I think I need
to... I think I need

a little bit more time
in rehab. So if it's...

if it's all right with
you guys, I was wondering

if I could stay in the
halfway house here.

- The halfway house is
an open living facility

with follow-up every night,

and we would help
him find a job.

Right. I don't want to...

go to college... right now.

- Oh? Okay. Uh,
um, and do what?

I think I need to
be independent.

Dad, I'm telling
you, this is...

It's gonna be good.

What is he gonna do,

make coffee for the
rest of his life?

You know
what, Frederick told me

that they have friends
that had a son

that did a four-week program
and that wasn't enough

and now he's doing
a year program.

I wish you wouldn't talk
to everybody about it.

What does that got
to do with anything?

To protect Nic. I
mean, at some point,

he's gonna want to
get on with his life.

And maybe it's best that not
everybody knows about this.

Okay.

Can we not make this about me?

Uh...
All right.

Look, Nic needs some more time.

And that's fine.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Okay?

Yeah, okay.

Shh.

David Sheff.

Hi, Mr. Sheff.

This is Annie Goldblum
from the Ohlhoff Center.

Oh, yes. Hi. Hello.

Listen, I am
sorry to disturb you,

but I need to inform
you about Nic.

Okay.

- He left the facility
today during free time,

and he hasn't returned since.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Sheff,

but please don't despair.

This happens.

But I... I thought you said
he was doing so well.

- You should think of this
as part of the process.

Relapse is a part of recovery.

Relapse is part of recovery?

Yeah. It-it's a part of
Nic's learning process.

Well, uh, that's...

that's like saying crashing
is part of pilot training.

- Look, he'll be back, and
probably really quick.

Do you have somebody
out looking for him?

- It is not our responsibility

once he leaves the facility.

- Okay.
- But he is welcome to...

Excuse me.

Have you seen a kid
hanging out around here?

- No.
- No?

Okay, thank you.

Wow. They don't want
to deal with that.

Hey, Dad, you want
to smoke this?

Hey, whoa.

Wait. What...? Stop.

- Put that away.
- We'll smoke this together.

No, no, no. No.
Are you cra...

- That's crazy.
- Well, I know you smoke.

- Y... Well, yeah. I...
- So let's smoke together.

No, no, no.
Occasionally, like...

- Look, let's smoke to...
let's smoke together.

- Listen.
- Or I could just...

You know what?
- No, stop it, stop it.

- Stop. Stop.
- I'll just light it here a...

You know what? You're right.
I'll just light it here alone.

Don't.

Occasionally, from
time to time...

- Yeah?

- I will have a hit
or two at a party,

but it's been a
while, so just...

Oh, okay, so then just smoke...

have-have a celebratory
joint with your son.

N-No. God, come
on.

No. No, you're amazing.

You got... you applied
to six colleges,

you got into all of them?

Yeah.

Stop doubting yourself.

Look at you.

Give me that. Give me that.

What?

Nice-nice hit. That
was a good hit.

- What?
- Well...

Thank you. This is a nice...

thing to do.

You did a lot of drugs, right?

I, uh...

Yeah, I did my share.

I experimented
with some drugs.

I did.

- But not harmless.
- What, is this...?

There was a guy,
and... No, no.

This is the lecture part?

- Right?
- Yes.

Dad, you worry too
much, all right?

- Everyone does it.
- Just be careful.

It's just a little pot.
I'm just partying a little.

It's just... you know,
it's just once in a while.

Mm-hmm.

I deserve to party
a little now.

- "Deserve to party."
- I do.

Look, it just... it takes
the edge off things.

It-it... it-it takes the edge
off of stupid all-day reality.

Hmm.

What is stupid about reality?

You know, just like...

like daily, stupid things
that don't matter.

Okay.

You cannot say dumb
shit like that,

or you're gonna
start believing it.

Right.

Thanks for bringing
that, Karen.

This is my home.

A couple
of weeks ago, you told me

that you had only done
crystal meth once.

And the story has to be
bigger than that, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- There's more to it.

Yeah?

David.

We
need to know.

We need to know.

I think I always liked it.

What?

Anything. Pot, alcohol,

Ecstasy, cocaine, LSD.

And you've been
doing all of that

for what... years?

A couple years, yeah.

And crystal meth?

Just a couple months.

Wh-Why?

I don't know.

Um...

When I tried it, I felt...

I felt better than
I ever had, so...

I just kept on doing it.

I was worried that you
were smoking too much pot.

Meanwhile, you're out doing
every drug on the planet?

And hiding it and lying? Why?

- I don't know. Um...

- Why Nic, tell me why?

Ease up.

- I don't know.
- I thought we were close.

I thought we were closer
than most fathers and sons.

Yeah, I feel like you're
always disappointed in me.

You're disappointed I
didn't go to college.

- Can you blame me?!

Just, uh, not too long ago,

you were reading and you
were writing, and you were on

the water polo team.

And look at us now.

- Dad...
- Can you please stop?

- This isn't us. This
is not who we are.

Just, please,
both of you, stop.

Dad, I'm really sorry
about everything.

Dad, I'm so...

I'm really sorry, Dad.

- Nic, what you have...

...you're gonna find it again.

- And you're gonna get it back.

Ow, ow, ow.

Ow. There you go.

Nic!

Nic!

Nic!

Nic!

Nic!

Hey, Dad.

Hey.

How's New York?

Fine. Good.

Good interview today.

- Nice.
- How are you?

Oh, I'm-I'm doing good. Yeah.

Yeah? You sure?

Yeah. I don't... well...

What?

It's, uh...

What's going on?

Uh, we had this
great group session,

and one of the guys here was
saying he would do anything

for a chance to go to
college, but he can't.

- Okay. -And when we were
talking later, he said,

"You could still go to
college. Don't be an idiot.

Go to college."

I don't know, it's just crazy.

I realized I don't think
I should stay behind.

I love writing.

And I feel like I'm good at it,

and I do it a lot, but...

obviously, there's still a lot

for-for me to learn and...

Anyway, um...

I'd love to give it a go, if...

you know, if it's all
right with you guys.

Yeah. I'll talk to
Karen and to your mom.

Back here.

Have you met your roommate yet?

Yeah, he seems nice.

He's just in the hall.

I feel for you, though.

Ouch.

No worries. I'll educate him.

Before you know it, he'll
be listening to John Zorn.

Ah.

Well, I better get going.

All right.

- Everything.
- Everything.

So, this is a poem
by Charles Bukowski.

Uh, this man saved my life
multiple times, so...

I changed jobs and cities,

I hated holidays,

babies, history,

newspapers, museums,
grandmothers,

marriage, movies, spiders...

- I want to see it, I
want to see it! Oh!

- ...garbage men,

- English accents...
- Nice. Go, go, go!

...Spain, France,

Italy, walnuts and
the color orange.

Algebra angered me,
opera sickened me,

Charlie Chaplin was a fake

and flowers were for pansies.

Thanks.

Come here.

Mm.

Hi.

Where's your bathroom?

Hey, is there a
bathroom I can use?

Sure, honey.

I'll show you where it is.
Go right up, to the left.

- Hey, Dad.
- Hey, Nic.

How you doing?
What's going on?

Oh, no, everything's
going great here, yeah.

Oh, hey, thanks for
sending the money.

I really appreciate that.

Yeah,
you always hog the fondue.

Oh, uh, Patrick and Phil
are going hiking tomorrow,

so they'd like us to join them.

Are Jasper and Daisy
here, by any...?

- They're not here.
- No?

- No.
- Oh, they didn't want to see me?

- No, they didn't
want to see you.

- Oh, that's tough to hear.

Uh, well, I'm gonna just
have a seat on this couch

and think about that, huh?

- Oh!
- Whoa! Whoa!

Oh, my God! Oh, my
God, it's Daisy!

Oh, Jasper!

Oh, my God, you guys have
gotten so much bigger!

Oh! Oh, my God,
you're so...!

- Okay.
- Denmark, 1632.

- Oh, no.
- We...

Like to look back at the
history of Hula-Hoops.

So important
to, uh,

the culture of
peace and wisdom.

Um, a man named
George... Hoopulu.

Was, uh... was, uh...

And he thought...

"Well, I'm going to

develop something that I..."

Hey.

- Hey. Uh...

Hey. Um...

I was wondering, do you think
I could use your car tonight?

'Cause I just... I want
to go to a meeting.

- Oh. You got a meeting tonight?

- Yeah, sure.

Y-You good?

Yeah. I just...

- They're crazy.
- Yeah.

They're really
excited you're home.

- I mean, I'll see you
in the morning, I guess.

- Okay.

All right.

Yep! Mm!

Where is it?!

I don't have it!

Where is it?!

I don't have it!

Guys, guys,
guys, guys, guys.

Where is it?!

Guys, guys, stop it.

I don't know!

Stop. Calm down.
What's going on in here?

She
took my money!

I didn't.

Okay, all right.
Come on, go downstairs

- and see Mommy, all right?
- You took them!

Don't, don't,
don't. Stop, stop.

- I didn't take it, Daddy.
- I know you didn't. All right.

Just go downstairs and
have some breakfast.

Hey, what happened?

They're gone.

Okay. Are you sure
you had it in there?

- Yeah. I had them yesterday.
- Okay.

Jasper's savings disappeared.

Yeah? That's weird.

Did you take his eight dollars?

What?

You heard me.

Why would I?

It disappeared, and somebody
has to have done it.

Right, so it's me.

This is fucking ridiculous.

Are you using again?

Am I using again? No.

Are you high right now?

What the f...? No.

- Fuck you.
- "Fuck you"?

Don't talk to me that way.

Are you high right now?

No.

You're not using right now?

Are you using?

No, Dad, I'm not
fucking high right now!

Okay.

Listen, it was a gamble
to send you to college.

Everybody supported it.

I'm glad that you went.

Relapse is a part of rec...

Relapse is part of recovery.

- So we're gonna get...
- I better leave.

- David?
- Hey.

Just... where-where
are you gonna go?

You can't just leave.
This is ridiculous.

- Come on.
- Will you talk to us?

I mean, really... we just
want to talk to you.

Why don't... Try to
help us understand.

- Or just let us help you.
- All right?

I don't want your fucking help.
Don't you understand that?

- No.
- No, you don't. Jesus Christ,

then what the fuck is
wrong with you, then, huh?

- What the hell is wrong
with you people?

- Nic.

- No! You fucking suffocate me.
- Hey.

- Oh...
- You fucking suffocate me!

Whoa, it's us?
We're the problem?

No. You know what, you're
the one who's doing it!

You're the one
who's causing it!

And you're the only
one who can stop it!

Fucking solve it!

Fuck!

Fuck!

So, this is for the, uh,

"New York Times Magazine"?

Oh, no.

I'm a... I-I write.

I freelance for
different magazines,

but this is... this
is a personal matter.

- A personal matter?
- Yes. I'm sorry.

- Is that okay? -Uh, no,
it's absolutely okay.

May I ask what-what
this is regarding?

Uh, it's about my son.

Okay.

He's been
doing all sorts of drugs,

but he's addicted
to crystal meth,

which seems, uh, to be
the worst of all of them.

And I guess I'm here

because I just want to
know all that I can

about all of it.

So, uh, crystal meth, uh,

gives the user a feeling
of instant euphoria...

at least, when he takes it.

You know, but when
it wears off,

with a depletion
of as much as 60%

of the dopamine, the user
has to up the doses.

He has to double it, triple
it just to feel something,

causing even more nerve damage,

which, uh, increases
the compulsion to use.

Horrible cycle.

- What's up?
- Hey.

Just doing some research.

Hi.

Are you hungry?

You want to get something?

Most guys just ask me for
a blow job.

Oh, no. No, I'm just
offering something to eat.

Maybe talk a little,
if you're up to it.

Meth
changes the brain physically.

Here we see the loss
of dopamine receptors

in a meth user's brain.

Now, I'm gonna show you
something else here.

Do you see, uh, right here
there are these two red, uh...

- large, red spots right here?
- Yeah.

Okay, what that shows is
hyperactivity in the amygdala.

And the amygdala is a
region of the brain

that is linked with
anxiety and fear.

Here the amygdala is screaming.

What this shows us

is that there is a
biological basis,

uh, that meth users
may be unable...

not unwilling, but unable...

to participate in normal
treatment programs.

I was in rehab, too.

Three times.

Ran away every time.

Why?

It was hell.

Wanted to die.

Why was it hell?

All that God shit.

Also, you just don't
know how good it gets

when it gets good.

It's hard to explain.

Feels like cocaine

but multiplied by,
like, a thousand.

Or, like, a million.

What does
this mean for Nic?

Look, Mr. Sheff, I...

I don't know who
promised you what,

but the success percentage
is in the single digits.

Okay.

What about your parents?

- What about them?

- Don't you think they're
worried about you?

Shouldn't you...

let them know that...

- They don't care.

- Well, I think they do.

What the fuck do you know?

I gotta go.

Oh. Okay.

Thanks.

- Hey!
- Hey! Hey, now!

God.

I'm gonna
try some Klingon on you.

Ready?

- You know what I said?
- May I have a Coca-Cola?

Exactly.

That's it.

That's exactly what I asked.

Can I have a Coca-Cola?

All right. If you
ask me in Klingon,

maybe I'll get you a Coke.

Hey.

Oh, wow.

This hasn't
changed at all.

This place.

- Hey.
- So, how you doing?

I'm doing great.

You know, just, um...

um...

just doing what
needs to be done.

What does that mean?

Just being responsible
for myself and...

I've quit on my own,
you know, so...

I got five days now.

I feel like I'm doing well,
but I just need, um...

I just need a few
hundred bucks, though.

Nic, I can't give
you any money.

Yeah.

Okay.

It's just 200 bucks.
I just need, um...

I just need to get
some shit together.

I want to go to New York.

- New York?
- Yeah.

I need to get out
of San Francisco.

There's too Many...

All these
fucking bad vibes here

all the time.

Yeah, I just need a
few hundred bucks.

Why don't we just
have lunch and talk?

- We can do that, right?
- Mm. Hmm.

How... how's Karen and,
uh... and the kids?

Okay. They ask about you.

It's their step-up next week,
and I know they'd love you...

Dad, you're, uh... you're
guilt-tripping me, all right?

No, I'm just saying...

I should feel horrible
about myself.

I know they wanted you
to be there, that's all.

I'm sorry, Dad.

Um... I just need some
fucking money, all right?

So please just give me
some fucking money.

And then what?
Where does this end?

This is... I got to
see this one through.

This is kind of working
out for me right now.

- I got five days sober.
- It doesn't look

like it's working out, Nic.

Oh, it doesn't look
like it's working out?

- So what, then,
therapy? Huh? -No.

- You can come home.
- No.

- That wouldn't...
- We'll make it work. Please.

Nic.

Please.

- I've been doing some research.
- Been doing fucking research?

- You got to be kidding me, Dad.
- No...

You think that you have
this under control.

- Mm-hmm. -And I understand
how scared you are.

I understand why I do
things... it doesn't make me

any different, all right?
I'm attracted to craziness.

And you're just embarrassed,
'cause I was, like, you know...

I was, like, this
amazing thing,

like, your special
creation or something,

- and you don't like who I am now.
- Yeah?

- Who are you, Nic?
- This is me, Dad.

Here. This is who I am.

You don't like what you see?

You know, the more
I think about it...

Mom should've gotten custody.

Because you always
gotta be fucking

controlling everything
all the time.

You're allowed to be mad at
me, Nic. I made mistakes.

I understand that. I wish
that I hadn't, but I did.

But, God, what you're
saying right now

- doesn't make any sense.
- You're doing this right now!

- You're fucking controlling
me right now!

- It's not you. It is not you,
Nic. It is the drugs talking.

What does that even
fucking mean, huh?

Psychological terror.

It's what addicts do.

What the fuck are you doing
right now, huh?

What is this? What
are you doing, huh?

Oh,.

I didn't want it to go
like this.

All right.

I should go, Dad.

- Let me... let me book
you a room.

- No, Dad.

- At a hotel for a couple
of nights.

- No. Dad...

- Why don't we just go get
some food?

- Dad, I should go.

Can you say good-bye, at least?

Bye, Dad.

Where does he sleep?

Um, don't
worry about that, sweetie.

He's fine.

Um...

maybe he has a friend
and he sleeps there.

- Mm-hmm. Yeah. Maybe.
- Dolphin.

- Hope so.
- Need "E."

Elephant.

- Can I call him?
- Hmm.

- No. I tried.

- His phone's disconnected.
- Can I send him a message?

Maybe he'll get lonely and
turn his phone back on?

That's a good idea.

Yeah. Let's try that.

Dave.

- Yeah?
- Okay. Let's go.

Hey, Dave, close your eyes.

Okay.

And... open 'em!

Oh. Wow.

Wow!

Hello?

This is Julie Ford at the
Bellevue Hospital in New York.

Is Nic Sheff your son?

Uh, Mr. Sheff,

I'm sorry we missed
each other earlier.

So, Nic is still experiencing
some respiratory depression,

but his vital signs
are returning.

Sir, we're ready for departure.

Okay, okay.

Um... may I talk to him?

- No, that won't be possible.

- Sir, I need you to
turn off the phone.

- Believe me, we
shouldn't wake him up.

- Mm-hmm.

- Try again in a few
hours, though, okay?

- Okay. Uh, would you let
him know that...

- Sir. Sir. Please.

- Would you please let
him know that I'm on my way?

He checked out.

What?

Against doctor's orders.

- No, no, he O.D.'d.
- I'm sorry, sir.

He pulled out the I.V.
and catheter, and left.

How long ago?

Ten to 15 minutes.

I'm sorry, sir.

Yes.

Look,
I've thought about it,

and I'm done with drugs.

This is it.

I'm telling you, Dad.

I'm done.

And how would that work?

I mean, after what
just happened.

Now, if
you're in the area,

evacuation orders and details,

including relocation
centers, can be found on...

So, at
3:00, we have a conference call

with the intake people
in Mississippi.

That's
all for now.

3:30, the
one in New Mexico.

And 4:00, the one in Oregon.

I did some research
on the one in New Mexico.

Mm-hmm.
- They charge $40,000 a month.

You know, it's not
even that well rated.

We'll just skip that one.

Listen, if a spot
opens up here in Los Angeles,

Maybe that's the best
solution for now.

I'll hear back from
them in an hour.

- Mm.

Give it a rest, David.

Why don't you let me
take over for now?

Mm.

Dad?

Yeah.

Will you check
on me every 15 minutes?

Yes.

Do you want to bring one
of your dinosaurs, too?

How about a book?

No? Okay.

You ready?

Hey. Hey.

Can I have a hug?

No?

Why not?

Are you mad at me?

'Cause you have to go?

Okay.

Well... you'll be happy to
see Mommy, though, right?

I want you to know something.

When you come back,
I'm gonna be here...

right... I'm gonna be
right here for you.

Okay?

And call me when you miss
me, and I'll call you.

Do you know how
much I love you?

If you could take all the
words in the language,

it still wouldn't describe
how much I love you.

And if you could gather
all those words together,

it still wouldn't describe
what I feel for you.

What I feel for
you is everything.

I love you more
than everything.

Everything?

Yeah, everything.

Hey.

That's my mom.

I'm really glad
you came to L.A.

You know that, right?

You just don't
know what it is to be...

- Please don't do this, Mom.
- Okay.

I'm
sorry. Okay.

All I could think
about was you.

I know this must sound
meaningless, but I'm sorry.

I'm-I'm sorry.

Oh, Nicky.

You are such a darling.

You know that, right?

Whew.

Hey, come on, old!

- You're being so disrespectful.
- I'm not being disrespectful.

You're being so disrespectful.

- I'm coming for you!
- Oh, motherfucker!

Uh-huh. You about to
look at my ass, baby!

- You about to look at my ass!

Fuck.

That's what I get for helping.

Why'd you pull that hard?

- I'm sorry.
- Why do you hate me?

How does this feel?

Like I'm a real human being.

One day,
I tried methamphetamine...

Yeah. That felt good.

...and I thought,

"This is what's been missing."

I felt complete.

Today's
a good day.

Yeah, I've been
chasing that high

ever since.

No matter...

how much meth...

Or whatever else I can find
to shoot up into my body...

I do, it's never enough.

And I went to a
couple of rehabs,

I detoxed,

they would talk
about disease, sure,

but...

it never clicked.

Until one day I woke
up in a hospital

and someone asked me,

"What's your problem?"

And I said, "I'm an
alcoholic and an addict."

And he said...

"No, that's how you've been
treating your problem."

Mm-hmm.
- That's right.

I know now I need to find a way

to fill this...

big...

black hole in me.

Anyway, so...

- I'm 14 months clean.

I have a job at a rehab.

It's fulfilling to help
other people get sober.

I have a sponsor, Spencer.

Shows me how great
my life can be sober.

And, um, I still have family.

My mom's been amazing.

My dad's been amazing, too.

I want them to be proud of me.

You all right?

What's wrong? You nervous?

Yeah.

Thank you
for marrying me.

Thank you for being
a perfect partner

in an imperfect world.

Thank you for introducing
me to your amazing son.

Uh, I'm here for you,

and I'm here to stay.

Karen,
thank you...

for loving me.

And thank you for loving him.

Looks him square in the eye,
and he says, "Superman..."

Perfect.

- Hey, good to see you.
- Good to see you.

Hey, Daisy. Hey, Daisy!

Hey, Jazzy Jeff.

What's going on?

Hey, I miss you more

than the sun misses
the moon at night.

Mm.

- Hey, Karen.
- Hey.

Thank you for inviting me.

Seriously.

Go, Daisy! Go, Daisy!
Go, Daisy! Go, Daisy!

Go, Daisy!

Hey, honey.

Go, Daisy, go!

Nice.

Oh! Ah, you!

It's Daisy!

Whoa!

"If
the marker is depleted

"in meth addicts' brains,

"it's likely there is a
loss of nerve terminals

"and the brain damage
is irreversible.

"However, when I
tested for VMAT2,

- I found normal levels."
- So that's optimistic.

- Normal levels
is optimistic, yeah.

- It's...

- It is.
- Okay.

- No. I'm not...
- I was just checking.

- No, no, that's good.
- Okay.

Basically...

the fried...

Nic's fried nerve endings

can grow back.

They say it can take
two years, but...

- Two years?
- Yeah.

But that's great, David.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- You're kind of late.
- Yeah. It was a great meeting,

and after, we went to
the speaker's house

and watched a video and...

saw my sober sponsee
bros earlier, so...

No phone?

Oh, my cell was dead.

Would you be okay
to do a drug test?

Yeah, I mean, sure.

Okay.

You understand why, right?

Yeah. I mean, I should've
called to let you know, so...

I trust you... we just need
to have some sort of proof.

That's about as
contradictory as it gets.

- But...
- I know. I know.

I'll do it. No worries.

Nothing to hide.

Okay.

Hey, you're doing great.

You really are.

By my count, 485 days clean.

Wow. Come on, that's...

I'll just leave it in the
bathroom, right? Okay.

All right.

- Good night, Dad.
- Good night.

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

All right, Jasper,
you ready?

- Yep. Let's go,
let's go, let's go.

Hey. No, no, no, wait.

- Jasper, I don't want you
to go out there.

- What? Mom, we
won't go far, I swear!

The waves are too
big. It's too dangerous.

- But I am a great swimmer.

I've been in waves
way bigger than this.

Yes, I know that, but
I don't want you to...

- Yeah, I'll stay close.
- Nic will stay close,

you see?

Karen, I'm
gonna stay...

- I'll stay close.
- Nic can go in.

That's fine. You, no.

And that is final.

We'll
see about that.

- Hey!
- Okay. It's fine.

It's fine.

Should we just play
a game instead?

- Uh...
- Yeah?

Are you a hurfboard?

- No.
- No?

Are you a hicycle?

- No.
- No?

Okay. Uh, are you edible?

Not really.

- Not really?
- Not really.

So, sort of.

So, um...

are you a house?

- Yes. How did you know?

You know,

I can read your mind.

- Ooh...
- Ooh...

I know you're a great swimmer.

I'm gonna be there to cheer
for you at your next swim meet.

How does that sound?

Yeah?

Okay.

Hey, is it weird to see
me after all this time?

Or no?

- I guess it was, at first.
- Okay

- I thought you might be
different.

But you're just
the same old Nic.

All right. Thanks.

- That was a great weekend.
- Mm-hmm.

Bye, Nic!

- Go, Nic!

Bye, Nic! Bye, Nic!

Bye, Nic!

One day at a time, Man.

Congratulations. Welcome
to the real world.

Oh, I don't want to
live in the real world.

I'm so sick of living in it.

- That's your disease
talking to you, Man.

- Oh, I'm trying.
- By trying to isolate you.

Trying to kill you.
You know this, Man.

I don't feel like I have
a disease, Spencer.

I feel like...

- Well, you got to.
- This isn't like fucking cancer.

This is my fucking choice.
I put myself here.

Yeah, you did. You did
put yourself there.

Are you gonna let
me talk or what?

Okay? Like, you're a
writer, right? So write.

You're good at it. This is
your day. This is a choice.

- What do you want to do now?
- Fucking...

Once you get high, you
lose all your choices.

- If you get high, you lose everything.
- Right.

All right, so you got to
keep choosing the right way.

- Right.
- That's right.

You choose the right way.

Right. All right, hey, listen,

I'm gonna give you a
call later, all right?

Uh, I-I feel like I'm
gonna do all right.

You blowing me off now?

You gonna call me
and waste my time?

Don't waste my time.
I'm here for you, Man.

You know what, look, I'm
having some steaks tonight.

Why don't you come
over for dinner.

- All right, I'll see you then.
- You...

That sounds great.
I'll see you then.

- Yo, Nic, Nic.
- Yes, sir. I'll see you then.

- Nic...
- All right, bye-bye.

Nic Sheff.

Lauren. What?

What are you...

Wow, it's been a long time.

What-what are you doing here?

Just, uh...

What?

I've been sober for a while,

but I'm seriously looking
to party right now.

I got what you need. We
have E, we have pills, Man.

We have E. I told
you, I told you.

Can you get me a cup
of water and a spoon?

Mm-hmm.

All right.

- Mm-hmm.
- All right.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Cotton and a spoon.

Mmm.

All right, that's it.

That's it.

Wow.

Your call has been forwarded

to an automated voice
messaging system.

At the tone, please
record your message.

It's Dad again.

I feel like you might
have been a little down

when you left, Nic, so I'm
here to talk if you need to.

All right.

So you have no
idea where he is?

Uh, Spencer told
me he heard from him.

He was having a difficult time,
but he was pulling through.

But, yeah, he's not at
work, he's not at home.

- He's unreachable on his cell.
- Damn it. Damn it. Vicki,

he left here two days ago.
Why didn't you check on him?

You're supposed to be taking
care of this kid, right?

What the fuck, David?

Who's been taking care
of him the last year?

Well, you could've
checked on him.

I mean, what the fuck
is your problem?

What do you think I do all day?

Besides, we can't run
surveillance on him 24/7.

I think you need to go
to the police right now

and file a missing
persons report, okay?

- Stop yelling at me!
- No, I'm not gonna stop

- yelling at you, Vicki.
- I hate it when you do that.

- Because you're just...
- You're totally crazy.

What are you even doing there?!

- Fucking unfair, David!
- No, no! Listen to me!

What are...

Damn.

Fuck!

Dave?

Could you call my
phone, please?

What's going on?

He's gone.

How do we even
know he's in L.A.?

I mean, he could be in San
Francisco. He could be...

he could be in fucking
Mexico, for all we know.

I need to go.

Yeah, but I need you to stay.

Well, Vicki can't
handle it like I...

I don't care about Vicki.
This isn't about Vicki.

Okay, why don't you just relax
and try to be reasonable.

- What? You be reasonable.
- I am being reasonable.

Is this reasonable?!

No! It's not!

How can I be?!

My son is out there somewhere,

and I don't know
what he's doing!

I don't know how to help him!

You can't!

I can't sleep.

You can't sleep?

I can't sleep.

Okay.

Good night, Daddy.

Good night.

Let go!

Airplane flying!

Airplane!

Fly away! Fly!

Airplane! Push!

No. Uh-uh. Come on, not
you. Come on.

Hold on.

- Get back in. Guys, come on.
- Hold on. Hold on, honey.

- Wait.
- Good dog.

What's up?

I thought Nic was
gonna be here today.

Uh, no. Something came up.

Can I call him?

No, no. You can't.

It's not gonna be possible.

Why not?

Because it's not.

Is Nic back on drugs again?

We don't know, honey.

All right.

Come on,
Jasper! Whup.

Yup.

You got it?

Oh, fuck. Okay.
Hey, Lauren.

- Lauren, let's go.
- What?

We got to go.

- What's going on?
- Here.

We got to go.

Fine.

I think I just saw Nic.

What?

I think I just saw Nic
and a girl running away.

Nic.

Uh, no.
Stay inside.

- Okay.
- No.

All right, no. Stay inside!
I am not kidding, all right?

Stay there.

- Okay.

Shit. Never again.

- It's okay. Hey.
- What do we do? What do we do?

It's all right.

That was so terrible.

Oh, fuck!

Nic? Nic? Nic!

Oh...

Oh. No. No. No.

Come on!

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

Okay. Okay.

911. What is your emergency?

Yeah. Hi. Uh, I got a f...
I'm-I'm with a friend.

She just O.D.'d, and, uh,

I need an ambulance,
I need some help.

Sir, do you know CPR?

Yeah, I'm doing it
right now. I just...

Uh, we... You-you guys, you
got to send an ambulance,

- too, all right?
- What is your location?

Yeah, I don't know.

Y-You-you guys are gonna
have to trace the call.

Hello?

Hello? Sir, are
you still there?

Sir?

Sir? Sir?

- Look up.

Honey, look up for me.

Can you look up
this way over here?

Hey, look, we're gonna need
to take you to the ER.

I-I don't... I don't
want to. I-I...

- We need to take you to the ER.
- I'm fine.

She doesn't want to go
to the ER. She's...

She's... No, she's not
okay. We need to take her

- to the ER.
- But she doesn't want to go.

No, sir, she needs to go!

Okay?

You have a problem with that,
I can inform the police.

Goddamn it.

You're gonna come
and meet me, right?

- Yes. Yes!
- You promise?

I love you.

- I love you, too.

You promise you're
gonna meet me?

- Yes, Lauren. I'll
come fucking meet you.

What do you want from me?

- Okay, okay.
- Jesus fucking Christ.

David Sheff.

Hey, Dad. It's me.

- Nic?
- Yeah.

Please don't hate me, Dad.

I know I did wrong.

I want to stop, but
please, please, please,

please, please, please
no rehab, all right?

Just let me come
home. You know what?

I realize it's actually
I... I-I need to be home.

You guys, you guys are gonna
give me the strength to stop.

All right?

That's not going to happen.

I wish that I could help you,

but I can't do that.

I c... I can't.

Oh, please help me, Dad.

No, Dad.
I just need a little bit

of help.

Please help me. I
want to come home.

All I can tell you is
what you already know.

- Dad, why aren't you
fucking listening to me?

- Call your sponsor.

- I don't want
to talk to my sponsor now.

- I want to talk toy you.
- Get help.

- I love you.
- Dad, what...

- And I hope that you get
your life together.

- I love you, too.

I love you.

Hello.

- Nicolas called.

He sounds desperate.

Gonna die if we
don't do anything.

Well...

he's gonna die even if we do.

Nothing we do has
any effect on him.

I failed.

I know you
feel ashamed, okay?

So do I.

But you have done great, David.

And Karen, too, so
thank you for that.

You were up for
it when I wasn't,

and I'm not giving up now.

Never.

But I can't do it alone.

I need your help.

I don't think you can
save people, Vicki.

You can be there
for them, can't you?

Look at this.

I'm done.

- Oh.
- Okay? I...

Okay.

Hey, everybody.

Time to get together.

I... I had a rough week.

Some of you know,
some of you don't.

I, um...

I lost my Frances this week.

She died of an
overdose on Sunday.

So...

I guess I'm in
mourning, but I-I...

I realized something else.

I've actually been in
mourning for years.

'Cause even when she
was alive, she...

she wasn't there.

When you mourn the living,

that's a hard way to live.

And so, in...

in a way, it's-it's...

it's better, I guess.

She was a
dear, dear young woman.

I always felt...

I needed to... to stay strong,

that there'd be
some future event,

and I'd... I'd need
all my strength for it.

But there are no
events after this one.

I hope she's not in pain now.

Bye, Frances.

Hey.

Hi.

How's he doing?

The doctor's with him now.

He said it's close to a miracle

Nic survived with all
the drugs in his body.

Either peace
or happiness,

let it enfold you.

When I was a young man,
I felt that these things

were dumb, unsophisticated.

I had bad blood,
a twisted mind,

a precarious upbringing.

I was hard as granite.

I leered at the sun.

I trusted no man and
especially no woman.

I was living a hell
in small rooms.

I broke things,
smashed things,

walked through glass, cursed.

I challenged everything,

was continually being
evicted, jailed,

in and out of fights,
in and out of my mind.

Women were something
to screw and rail at.

I had no male friends.

I changed jobs and cities.

I hated holidays,
babies, history,

newspapers, museums,
grandmothers,

marriage, movies,
spiders, garbagemen,

English accents,
Spain, France, Italy,

walnuts and the color orange.

Algebra angered me.

Opera sickened me.

Charlie Chaplin was a fake.

And flowers were for pansies.

Peace and happiness were
to me signs of inferiority,

tenants of the weak
and addled mind.

But as I went on
with my alley fights,

my suicidal years,

my passage through
any number of women,

it gradually began to occur
to me that I wasn't different

from the others,
I was the same.

They were all
fulsome with hatred,

glossed over with
petty grievances.

The men I fought in alleys
had hearts of stone.

Everybody was
nudging, inching,

cheating for some
insignificant advantage.

The lie was the weapon,
and the plot was empty.

Darkness was the dictator.

Cautiously, I allowed myself
to feel good at times.

I found moments of
peace in cheap rooms

just staring at the
knobs of some dresser

or listening to the
rain in the dark.

The less I needed,
the better I felt.

Maybe the other life
had worn me down.

I no longer found glamour

in topping somebody
in conversation

or in mounting the body of
some poor, drunken female

whose life had slipped
away into sorrow.

I could never accept
life as it was.

I could never gobble
down all its poisons.

But there were parts,
tenuous magic parts,

open for the asking.

I reformulated.

I don't know when...
date, time, all that...

but the change occurred.

Something in me
relaxed, smoothed out.

I no longer had to
prove that I was a man.

I didn't have to
prove anything.

I began to see things.

Coffee cups lined up
behind a counter in a cafe.

Or a dog walking
along a sidewalk.

Or the way the mouse
on my dresser top

stopped there,
really stopped there,

with its body,
its ears, its nose.

It was fixed, a bit of
life caught within itself,

and its eyes looked at me,
and they were beautiful.

Then it was gone.

I began to feel good.

I began to feel good
in the worst situations,

and there were
plenty of those.

Like, say, the boss
behind his desk.

He is going to
have to fire me.

I've missed too many days.

He's dressed in a
suit, necktie, glasses.

He says, 'I am going
to have to let you go.'

'It's all right, '
I tell him.

He must do what he must do.

He has a wife, a
house, children,

expenses, most
probably a girlfriend.

I'm sorry for him.

He's caught.

I walk out into the
blazing sunshine.

The whole day is mine,
temporarily anyhow.

The whole world is at
the throat of the world.

Everybody feels angry,
short-changed, cheated.

Everybody is despondent,
disillusioned.

I welcomed shots of peace,
tattered shards of happiness.

I embraced that stuff
like the hottest number,

like high heels, breasts,
singing, the works.

Don't get me wrong,

there is such a thing
as cockeyed optimism

that overlooks
all basic problems

just for the sake of itself.

This is a shield
and a sickness.

The knife got near
my throat again.

I almost turned
on the gas again.

But when the good
moments arrived again,

I didn't fight them off
like an alley adversary.

I let them take me.
I luxuriated in them.

I bade them welcome home.

I even looked into
the mirror once

having thought
myself to be ugly.

I now liked what I saw.

Almost handsome.

Yes, a bit ripped and ragged.

Scars, lumps, odd turns.

But all in all, not too bad.

Almost handsome.

Better at least than some
of those movie star faces

like the cheeks
of a baby's butt.

And finally I discovered

real feelings for
others, unheralded.

Like lately,
like this morning,

as I was leaving for the
track, I saw my wife in bed,

just the shape
of her head there,

covers pulled high, just
the shape of her head there.

Not forgetting centuries
of the living and the dead

and the dying, the pyramids,

Mozart dead, but his music
still there in the room,

weeds growing,
the Earth turning,

the tote board waiting for me.

I saw the shape
of my wife's head,

she so still.

I ached for her life,

just being there
under the covers.

I kissed her on the forehead,

got down the
stairway, got outside,

got into my marvelous
car, fixed the seat belt,

backed out the drive.

Feeling warm to
the fingertips,

down to my foot
on the gas pedal,

I entered the world once more,

drove down the hill
past the houses

full and empty of people.

I saw the mailman, honked.

He waved back at me.