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Bang. Not to sound sexist or anything,
but, uh, you don't usually meet many

broads that can keep up.

And if they can, they usually look like
my brother.

I'm flattered. You're supposed to flip.

Support group bitch says we all need a
reason to wake up in the morning and

mine's a good fucking hangover.

You're up, partner.

You got that?

I don't need any help.

And by the way, the mood lighting in
here has got me feeling pretty

Don't be surprised if I break out with
some REO Speedwagon before long.

How do we do this again?

Heads, you swallow the bullet. Tails,
you live to see another day.

You okay to drive that chair, killer?

Right over your cock.

Tails. We'll live another day.

So where'd you learn about this game?

Guy I used to know.

Guy I used to know? Hey, not for nothing
but, uh, appetited?

Can we get a wristwatch or something?

You're really worried about disease.

Worried? Mmm, no.

I'd just rather go quick and clean.

Last thing I wanted to be this guy. No
offense.

Says the guy acting out his suicide
fantasy with a bottle of whiskey.

Meaning?

Meaning, you know the consequences.

Liver failure, drunk driving accident.

It's suicide for chicken shits.

who talk final exit to their friends,
their shrinks, their support groups,

want it bad enough to drop the toaster.

Ever take a look at yourself?

Ever take a look at yourself?

Ever tell a woman to shut her fucking
mouth when you weren't talking to her?

Fuck you. No, fuck you! You made the
game, sweetie, yet you're still too

to drink without that safety net of a 50
% chance that you're gonna do the good

Christian thing and abstain. Go hug a
fucking Bible.

Like I said, fuck you. And fuck you too.
Put a gun in your mouth and then I'll

take you seriously.

You know what?

You're absolutely right.

Hey, man.

Can we just... Stop fucking around?

Yeah.

It's like my dad always said.

Don't go shooting your mouth off in
public.

Choices. have led us here.

The sooner we all realize that, the
sooner we can correct them.

It's easy to blame others for our
struggles.

Our parents, the way we were raised, we
weren't loved enough.

Our spouses, for not understanding.

Our jobs, for not recognizing.

God, for not listening.

But in the end,

When they're gone, we're still here.

And we can't walk away, even if we want
to.

And sometimes we want to.

We all need a reason to wake up, to get
by.

My reason is you guys.

Knowing I get to see you again next
week.

Knowing you're still fighting.

You don't look fighting as hard.

We have some new faces here tonight.

If you could, give us your name.

You don't have to talk if you don't want
to. It's all right. Just let us know

who you are so we can make you welcome.

My name is Dean Jensen.

I'm a landscaper.

I do construction.

I used to do construction.

I have a disease.

I hope you don't mind. I ordered the
creme brulee.

I'm so horny for you right now.

Well, you are the last people here.

Give me another glass of wine and I'll
fuck you on the floor right now.

Actually, I was thinking more like
champagne.

Dean, what is this?

This is us.

This is you and me against the world.

Lily Elizabeth Clark.

My best friend.

My everything.

Will you marry me?

Yes, of course.

Congratulations.

We're going to hold off on that creme
brulee.

You had this all planned out, didn't
you? For two years.

Dean, I love you.

I really love you.

I'll always love you.

I hope so.

Because that's a full carrot.

What's wrong with your hands? You're
shaking.

Just nerves, I guess.

I've been preoccupied with asking this
girl to marry me.

You knew I'd say yes.

That doesn't make it any less important.

There's plenty more where that came
from.

What's the matter?

I thought you guys were the real deal.

Why would somebody who wanted to kill
themselves so badly they need a group

therapy to deal with it be afraid of a
loaded gun?

Unless you just want the attention.

You have no idea who I am.

You don't know me.

And what about you, mister? I don't want
to see you coming.

Right, because I want to further my own
personal trauma by watching a cripple

blow his goddamn head off.

Touché.

So why did you sneak out of the group
during the break?

Why did you leave a group of people who
were trying so hard to live to come back

here with two people who were trying so
hard to die?

Was it for the encouragement?

Or for the encouragement.

My name is Richie Kessler.

My wife calls me Richard.

Look, no offense to any of you.

I'm sure this whole group thing makes
you feel nice and comfy.

But I don't have any options.

I'm here tonight because if I didn't
find something else to do, I'd probably

lose control of myself.

I'd probably kill myself.

Yeah.

When I lose it, I feel better.

Even when I feel worse.

Better. Take it easy, all right?

No, I won't take it easy, all right?
Give me another.

I put in my time, all right?

I work weekend.

I miss holidays.

I pull my meals out of a vending
machine.

Just so they can pull their numbers out
of the gutter. And this is the thanks

that I get?

No, it was political.

It was either going to be you or
Courtney. Oh.

What am I being punished for, huh?

The fact that I have a penis or the fact
that it isn't brown?

Hey, Richie, look. Maybe we should... So
what?

Let it go?

Pretend like I didn't deserve the title
or the extra 10 grand a year that could

help me pay off my mortgage before I'm
109?

Or how about the hospital bills from the
surgery that weren't even covered by

the company's shitty health benefits?

Jesus Christ, Rich, you're not even 30
yet. That's not the point, okay?

I earned it. I earned the loyalty and I
earned the respect.

And where is my goddamn drink?

I'll come back for the creme brulee. All
right.

Take this. Okay.

That is last call.

Oh, honey, um, you still up?

We need to talk, Richard.

What do you want me to say?

I don't know, Richie.

You seem like the kind of guy who has no
problem opening his mouth and letting

his asshole fall out.

Yeah, I admit it. I'm afraid to die,
okay?

But I'm also afraid to live. And maybe
being around people who feel the same

might help me figure out what I'm afraid
of less.

What about you?

Please don't shoot me.

I'm not afraid to die.

I mean, please don't shoot me.

I'm not a killer.

I'm a lot of things, but I'm not a
killer.

Are you?

No.

My name is Sunshine Howard.

My mother suffered from depression, and
eight months in, She kissed my

father goodbye, and instead of going to
her women's group at the church on

Tuesdays like she always did, she went
to a back -out butcher and tried to have

me cut out like cancer.

And when he flipped with the coat hanger
or broomstick handle or

whatever piece of dirty equipment he was
using, he dumped her in a cab on the

way to the hospital.

My father said I was raised sunlight.

I was hope.

Proof that every child deserved to live,
no matter what choice the mother made.

But it isn't your decision to make. Life
begins at conception.

Psalm 139, O Lord, you have searched me
and known me. My form was not hidden

from you while I was being made in
secret. The days that were formed for

when as yet there were none.

But don't you see God has a plan?

that it's any of your business, but I'm
not pregnant.

Nevertheless, you're supporting a
federally funded organization that

partial birth abortion, living,
breathing, children of God harpooned and

out of their mother's womb to be
executed for sins that aren't their own.

If you're searching for medicine to help
with feminine impurities caused by

lust, I implore you, go to a family
doctor and read this.

Don't advocate a shameful group that
promotes premarital sexism and fails to

report statutory rape to the authority.
Look, if you don't get out of my way

right now, I'm going to call the police.

Or I will.

Sorry about that.

Now you listen up. I told you, the next
time I saw you here, I'd have you

arrested. You could be killing the next
Mozart, the next Edison.

You could be murdering the man that
cures cancer.

What kind of doctor does that make you?

Well, what kind of woman does that make
you?

To tell somebody who's been gang -raped
behind a dumpster or molested by her

father what she can do with her body?

On the wicked he shall rain snares and
fire and brimstone at terrible tempest.

This shall be the portion of their cup.

Oh, you sit there on your high horse,
dictating how we all should live, basing

your principles on an outdated piece of
fantasy that you've decided is fact.

And yet you don't know the first thing
about life, because you've never really

lived it, have you?

All life is precious.

Even yours?

Now, a single shot in a five -round
revolver is a 20 % chance of discharge.

That's a 20 % chance of dying or an 80 %
chance of living.

All depends on where you're sitting, I
guess.

Well, I know where I'm sitting.

And I know what I'm facing.

And I know I've got nothing to lose.

on the sideboard.

So?

So? What do you think?

It's a good thing we're renting because
it's not big enough.

You want to make a baby? No, I want to
practice making babies.

Practice makes perfect.

Mm -hmm. Want to practice now?

Three times this morning wasn't practice
enough.

Dean Jensen, you have a hot piece of ass
standing in front of you who wants to

suck you, blow you, fuck you till your
dick turns blue.

And you're complaining?

I'm not complaining, just sore.

I'll kiss it and make it better. I
promise.

Come on. Oh, I intend to.

The road seems kind of crazy, doesn't
it?

Well, it's a good thing we're going to
move before we have kids.

What are you doing?

No, no, no. Put me down.

I'm carrying you over the threshold.

No, it's bad luck. We're not married
yet.

She was living in sin, and I don't hear
you complaining.

All this practice and our kid better be
10 feet tall and cure cancer.

Can you get me a towel?

I kind of need to...

Dean? Are you okay?

I thought you tripped over a box or
something.

Are your legs okay?

I don't know.

Are you nervous?

Why?

Well, your blood pressure's a little
high for your age, but... That could be

to the stress of the move or your
wedding plans.

What about the rest?

Well, tell me about that. Tell me about
the twitching.

The twitching, I guess, like muscle
spasms. I mean, like when I used to run

track in high school.

Just twitchier, like shaking almost.

How long has this been going on?

Well, long enough and gradually enough
that I didn't notice until other people

noticed for me.

And the lack of coordination.

That one's all the time. I'm afraid I'm
gonna fall down the stairs or drop a

glass And I'm afraid to walk down the
aisle

I'd like to run some

tests

You made the rules.

And swallowed the bullet.

Tails, you live to see another day.

Wait, first...

Heads, I go first.

The LG go first, and then around from
there.

I'll go again. No.

It's your turn, Richard.

I don't really feel like talking today.
Maybe we could just take it back. This

is a surprise.

You don't feel like talking.

Well, you didn't feel like talking
yesterday either.

Or the day before, or the day before
that. So why don't you tell us, Richard,

when do you feel like talking? How about
when I feel like it?

Instead of on scheduled days?

You're never home.

Because I'm at work. Or out drinking
with your slimeball friend.

John Tokaz is not a slimeball. Maybe you
don't consider a womanizer who preys on

board housewives a slimeball, but
considering you're out at night with him

rather than coming home to me, it makes
me worried.

Maybe I don't need to go home to be
reminded of the fact that the only

that we have it, or the cars, or the
expensive furniture, or the televisions,

and everything else, is because your
parents bought it for us. I'm sorry, for

you. They want us to be comfortable.

No, what they want to do is remind me of
the fact that they didn't want me as

your husband in the first place. Which
you only are because you got me pregnant

senior year of college.

Yeah, and you couldn't even do that
right.

That's it.

I'm not going back. Two months is
enough.

You've never gone, Richard.

What's that supposed to mean, huh?

You've never gone, Richard.

I've given up my lunch breaks.

I've given up my weekends. I've given up
every single... You know what I meant.

Maybe you're right. Maybe this isn't the
kind of help that you need.

Hey, Chico, you are not going to believe
this.

Okay.

You know they make decaf too, you fag.

Are you feeding off down there?

Stop it. Oh, you got a horn.

I said stop it. You got the kind with
the vagina? That's the kind that I like.

I'm having a really bad one today, John,
okay?

I really don't need to hear it right
now. Hey, man, I'm not your mom.

Don't let Beach catch you, all right?

For Christ's sake, go put your ass out
on the street.

You're not exactly the king of subtle.

Tonight, we'll get some drinks, all
right? We're going to talk.

Open the chamber, the switch is on the
side.

Push it with your thumb, with your other
hand, push the cylinder towards

yourself.

Now you put the bullet in.

Now you put it in your mouth.

In your mouth.

What's your section?

Excuse me?

Your section?

Books?

Religious studies.

Ah. Why?

Same shelf, different sides.

What about you?

What about me what?

What's your section?

Oh, um, art. Art history.

Like I said, same shelf, different
sides.

I don't see how they're so different.

Yeah?

If God is within us, then all art or

music or poetry is his presence feeding
our creative energies.

So to study the history of art is to
study a timeline of religious devotion.

So you're saying that God uses me to
paint pictures of himself?

Divinity is the ultimate inspiration.

See, I think about religion as being
more about...

strangling creativity.

It encourages conformity rather than
embracing a numbing of inhibitions, all

based on an archaic sense of morality.

Then you don't know God.

Do you?

Yes. Really?

I mean, do you really know God? I mean,
not just through books, but really

knowing?

Maybe we should just stick to browsing.

I mean, we really shouldn't be talking.

It is a library.

You're right.

Isn't that the relationship section over
by you?

Is it?

I hadn't noticed.

Yeah, it's, um, right in front of you.

They have a great book there. It's
called The Kama Sutra.

Great reference book for art, for
painting.

Never seen it.

Really?

It's the book you put back backwards?

I didn't... I just saw it there. I
didn't know what it was, and when I did,

put it back.

The fact that it is in the public
library where children can see it is

sickening. Yeah, sickening.

Well, nice to talk to you, good day.

Hey, I'm... I was just kidding back
there. I'm sorry.

I wasn't trying to embarrass you.

I'm Leon.

Sonny Howard.

Sonny? Your name is Sonny?

Would you like to get a cup of coffee
with me? We can argue about religion

The weather's a bit warm for coffee
and...

I have somewhere I really should be
going, so if you'll excuse me.

I'm sorry.

It was really nice meeting you, Sunny.

And maybe I'll see you around again.

Like, when I return my books.

You don't have any books.

I'm a fast reader.

I should be done these by four o 'clock
tomorrow.

Goodbye, Leon.

You didn't even flinch when you put the
gun in.

Goddammit, will you say something?

No.

I think you live on, Stephen King.

Do you have pet cemetery out here too?

None of the dead cats on my porch are
considered enough to come back to life

walk away.

They get hit, throwing right up at the
house.

Found a squirrel the second week I lived
here.

Skull cracked open on the door.

Left a trail of brains that slid right
down to a furry corpse on the welcome

mat.

Worst is when it's some kid's pet.

Although half the time I wonder if the
next time the pet's gonna make it, no

problem. But the kid's the one I'm gonna
find stuck in my lawn.

That's not funny.

I never said it was.

Russian roulette.

That's our lives.

Whether we realize it or not.

Why are you wasting time with a gun,
huh?

Why don't you just roll your ass out in
the middle of that busy road and see if

you reach the other side?

Because of Polish roulette.

Playing with a semi -automatic?

100 % chance of success.

It's the odds to keep dying in Jurassic.

I'm just checking the mail

You got something from your mom. It
looks like a card. I can't watch you

minute. I can't even do housework
without you wandering off.

I was just checking the mail. Because
that's what I need right now. For you to

get hit by a car.

I'm not a child. I'm not your mother.

I didn't want to raise your kids, not
you.

I just want to do normal things.

Like a normal person.

There's nothing normal about her. lives
anymore.

Come on, Jay.

Come on, get that call card for me.

We're looking at any number of
possibilities.

The problem is narrowing them down.

Your blood work looks normal for your
age and weight.

Blood pressure is a little high, but
that could be due to stress.

But any long -term illness takes time to
isolate before its symptoms are clear.

What I want to do is get you checked for
MS, just to rule out the possibility

while we try other things.

Now, this isn't a diagnosis.

It's very important that you understand
that.

These symptoms could disappear as
suddenly as they showed up, or we could

something that the blood work and scans
haven't shown us yet.

Until then, I want you to see a
specialist at Hopkins for a full

Even then, this could take time to play
out.

And Matt, I'm 25 years old.

I know, Dean.

But again, we can't be sure.

I'm a landscaper.

I need my hands.

I've been out of work three weeks.

Can't go back to work without a doctor's
written consent.

But I can't pay for a doctor if I'm out
of work.

We're getting married in six months.

Nina, I fully understand.

I'm going to give you a phone number for
a therapist that works with young

couples who are in situations like this.

And I think you'll find he can help you
examine your options and find a way to a

long...

So

what's the point of Russian roulette
when you can go Polish, huh?

Three doors on a submarine?

Unless you're still planning to win the
miracle lottery.

I don't like it 20%. Assholes and
motherfuckers go on assholing and

motherfucking every day.

Day in, day out.

Cock in, cock out.

There's your miracle.

Unless it's the whole joke thing.

Maybe.

Maybe God just takes certain people to
be his bitch.

Because maybe he needs to humiliate you
and break you down just so you keep

breathing. But you still kind of piss
off about it.

Maybe he likes it when you look stupid.

He lets everyone else point and laugh.

God, the sick, sadistic fuck that he is.

He'll punish everyone for it.

Judge or not.

Let them roll out his latest tsunami or
newest and neatest plague or disease.

Just to watch you in the corner.

Al, I've been looking over your work for
the last six months.

And I have to say, Richard, it's not
good.

I mean, you can see a definite drop -off
here right around the time that...

Right around the time I was looked over
for promotion?

Yeah, I'd say it was probably around
then.

Richard, I'm going to be frank. Really?
I thought you were Glenn.

Sorry.

You were saying?

Richard, I think we both know what the
problem is.

It has nothing to do with the fact that
Courtney was promoted over you.

But rather with what I view as some very
troubling aspects of your behavior.

Glenn. Look, I've avoided bringing HR
in. I couldn't do that, you know.

I should do that.

But I'm not. Not yet.

This is strictly off the record.

You need to see our counseling services
immediately.

Whatever problems you're having, and we
both know you're having them, need to be

controlled. Glenn, whatever you're
thinking, I swear to you... ...less than

smelly.

Get checked into the alcohol program
today.

I don't have to say anything if you do,
and provided there's an effort reflected

in your work.

Otherwise, we're going to have to pull
the plug.

Yeah, Tokaz. Hey.

I could use some company.

Wait.

Stop.

What?

Just... Just wait.

For what? Your dick to get hard?

I've never done this before.

Yeah, I can tell.

I'm married.

No? Jesus, I should have just gone with
your friend.

Get out.

What?

Fuck you.

What are you doing?

You're looking at me. What?

Hey, what is all this?

I thought that we could...

You know, I got this.

Anna, look, it's been a really tough day
and I

have an early morning tomorrow and it's
not you.

Anna!

Anna!

It's not you.

Ben.

Jesus!

Are you trying to give me a heart
attack?

Doesn't matter.

You almost just made me shit my pants.
Did you think of that?

What?

I thought we were going to talk about
that.

Good.

Look at me.

Nobody's to ask with me.

Or him, even.

Fuck you, too.

You.

You're a mystery.

Mm -hmm.

Type that says nothing and thinks it
makes her invisible.

Well... Sometimes invisibles.

Going out, sweetie?

For a little while.

Come in here. Let me take a look at you.

You're looking dressed up.

Where are you going?

Church group.

Ladies meeting.

Anything you like?

What?

Your menu.

You've read it like three times.

A lot to look at.

True.

Are you sure I can't get you anything to
drink?

I don't drink.

Should have guessed that.

I'm sorry.

I've never done it before.

Fine. We can...

Don't y 'all have something weak like a
Smirnoff Ice or something?

No. I mean... It's... The nurse.

The man.

Mm -hmm.

You're 25 and you've never been a... In
my circle, it's frowned

upon for a girl to date... A guy like
me.

A non -girl.

I don't know if I see it.

Tell you what.

We'll play a game of Russian roulette.

Ed, follow the bullet.

And we'll be living to see another day.

The whole thing?

If you like it.

We'll flip again and see about getting
you home.

It's a bit of an acquired taste.

Now how do you acquire it?

You flip again.

Stop frowning.

No.

No.

No.

No.

A cigarette?

No.

Maybe a blindfold.

She means there's a calling.

How about I'm trying to savor the last
few minutes I have without a hole where

my cowlick used to be?

Potentially.

Unless you're in the 80th percentile.

So what if I'm lucky 20%, huh?

Then what?

Are you two going to keep going or are
you going to stop?

Why would we stop?

You're actually telling me you're going
to sit here.

In a room with a dead body. I'm sorry.

Potentially sit here in a room with a
dead body whose childhood memories are

splattered all over the wall, if not
your sad little faces, and continue

-chatting and attempting the occasional
suicide while I'm slumped over with a

spurting stump where my head used to be?

I'd be lying if I said I felt that far
ahead.

Well, we're all thinking about it now,
aren't we?

You're dolling. I didn't ask you!

Then do it.

Sweetie! Say no.

Say no.

No! Now do it! No!

Do it! Do it! No!

No.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

So, buddy, this is the show.

Please have another.

You know you love it when a guy
dribbles.

Guess I don't look so good, huh?

No, man, you don't.

Why, nobody can ever see me?

You know, this has got to make you feel
embarrassed.

You know, no one wants you to feel that
way, man.

But lonely.

That's okay.

She holding up.

She is great.

You know, she was supposed to get
married two months ago, but the whole

thing, fuck the dog and all that, not to
mention our currently awkward and

unfulfilling sex life and all the bills
piling up, you know, but she had two

jobs to take her mind off all that.

Everything's great.

What is this?

What's wrong with you?

The doctor said what?

How is that even possible?

I don't know.

You couldn't walk, so we got you a cane.
And then you couldn't walk with a cane,

so we got you a...

Neurologist wants us to come in to
discuss options.

Options?

Options!

We have no options.

I take it by your attitude that you
don't think therapy is what you need

now.

I'm perfectly fine my whole life.

No problems.

Not even a cold.

Nothing.

Proposed to Zoe.

Found us a house.

Doing well at my job.

And then I'm told I have MS.

Then I'm told I don't have MS.

And now I'm supposed to talk about it.

Like it's really going to change
anything.

Who said you have MS?

Well, nobody.

Dr. Klein... You mentioned it as a
possibility.

And at this point, not a very likely
one.

Tell me, do you really need that chair,
or can you walk if you need to?

Yes.

If I need to.

What about driving a car?

If I need to.

Is this your first visit to a
psychiatrist scene?

That's not important.

Isn't it?

It isn't.

It was teenage shit, that's all.

It doesn't have anything to do with
this.

I see.

So at what point did you first start to
think there was something seriously

wrong with you?

When I proposed to Zoe, we moved in.

All the little tics and things.

Turned into this.

Why are you afraid of moving?

Walking? Taking care of yourself?

Why are you afraid?

I'm not afraid.

There aren't any quick solutions in
life.

You want something now.

A surgery?

A pill?

A deus ex machina? Flying down from the
ceiling?

But the mind's a particularly difficult
ball of string.

It gets tangled.

This isn't in my head.

No?

Self -diagnosis is a dangerous thing,
Dean.

It's a suggestion.

Maybe your problem's medical on some
level.

Or maybe it's not. Or maybe one problem
feeds the other until they're impossible

to separate.

Mind and body.

Body and mind.

So you're saying I'm like this because
I'm worried about not being able to make

my wife happy? I didn't actually say
anything like that. Why did you?

Have you tried standing up, walking?

My legs are... Weak from disuse.

In fact, I'm willing to bet you don't
even try.

That you prefer to use a chair or a cane
or even a crawl because you already

know you can't do it. So what's the
point of making the attempt?

The question is, do you sit in that
chair because your legs really don't

because you don't want them to work?

There needs to be something wrong with
me, okay?

There needs to be.

Because if there isn't, how am I ever
supposed to look my fiancée in the eye

again?

At your wife.

What happened?

I got sick.

So did I.

I got sick too.

I can tell.

Great minds think alike.

Mine's not like yours.

You only know what I have.

Different, the same, whatever.

In my own way, I understand.

I'm not going to lie and say that I was
farting out sunshine and roses, but I

loved her in my way.

All the farts.

And I waited too long to smell the
roses.

Oh, hey, Chico. Been looking for you,
man. No time to, okay? I've got to beat

feet. What? There no drinks tonight?

No, plans.

What, are you done with those bar girls?

Go home.

I'm going to tell Anna to put on her
best dress.

I'm going to take her out somewhere
nice, just the two of us.

I'm going to ask her how her day was.

Tell me if you're going to listen.

And who knows, I might even take her
home and fuck her ass.

Wow, that's different.

Yeah? Well, maybe I need to be.

Oh, hey, Beach was looking for you
earlier. Tell him I'll see him in the

morning.

Hey. Hey.

Hey.

Richard.

What is it?

Where are you going?

I'm...

Leaving.

You, I'm leaving you.

I just think it'd be best if we just cut
our losses and get on with the rest of

our lives. No, no.

Wait, let's talk this through, okay?
Richard, I don't... You do. See?

I know how much you love flowers, and I
know I don't get them for you often

enough, so I'm going to start bringing
them from now on, okay? Every day. So

what do you say we put the suitcase
away? Richard, I can't. You can.

I can't.

I'm saying I'm sorry, okay?

I'm saying I'm going to be better.

I just don't know what else you need to
hear me say, but I need to hear you say

that you're going to put your things
away. No.

You're going to put your things away and
we're going to go out and have a

wonderful time together.

I said no!

Where were you before when I begged you
to listen to me, to talk to me, talk to

me? I'm trying to fix things, okay?

I'm trying to fix things with you and
with working with everything. So I just

need you to help.

me. Please let go.

I'm hurting you?

You're hurting me.

I'm trying so hard to deal with so much
right now.

All I need is a little support from my
wife.

And now you're trying to leave me.

You're leaving me?

After you trapped me in this marriage
for seven years because you don't know

to put in a goddamn diaphragm. The baby
wasn't my fault right here. That baby

was like our marriage. A mistake that
ended up in the toilet before the

honeymoon was even over.

Baby, I'm sorry. No!

Anna! Anna!

Baby?

I said I'm sorry, Anna.

Open the door.

I need someone here right now.

I'm locked inside of the bathroom. Open
the door, Anna!

Hang up the phone, Anna!

You've gone absolutely crazy.

You know what?

I'll leave. The house is yours anyway.

At least I tried.

Then go!

Enough fucking around!

Let's finish this!

You had your turn. It's my turn now.

This is not a game.

I don't have anyone to go home to. I
don't have anywhere to go home to. I

leave here tonight.

You're breaking the rules.

Go. In circles.

One at a time, in order.

What difference does it make? It makes a
difference to me!

If you blow your head off, I might not
be able to do it. And unlike you, I will

do it!

Give me the gun.

Give me the gun. It's my turn.

She's right.

Rules are rules.

I'm not a pussy!

I really will.

Maybe you will, and maybe you won't.

Not until your turn.

Now give me the gun.

Well, what do you know?

Looks like the lady here just saved your
life.

Fuck you very much. You think it's only
you who's lost their home, their life?

Look at that.

You didn't wake me up.

I was sleeping.

It's early.

Think you'll notice?

It's Sunday.

Daddy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...
Where were you? Hiding at a friend's

house. Where were you? I told you I was
staying at a friend's.

You lie to me.

You look me in the eyes and you lie to
me.

Just like your mother.

You know why your mother tried to kill
you, sunshine?

Because you aren't mine.

Oh, yes.

Your mother made certain mistakes.

Mine was not finding out until she was
gone.

And now you, like mother, like daughter.

I

see

her in your eyes.

Get off of my property right now!

Please. I don't want a whore living
under my roof.

One was enough.

Daddy?

Daddy! I am not your daddy, sunshine.

I never was.

Stop fucking looking at me.

I thought you wanted to be noted.

And I thought it was your turn.

You keep egging us on.

How about Let's Talk More Go?

Dean.

What are any?

What are what?

These. I found them in your drawer the
other day.

Been holding your socks.

Those were from a long time ago.

I looked them up online. They're for
depression.

Were.

Bad sense.

250 milligrams?

Four times a day?

Did a doctor tell you to stop taking
these?

Yeah. Doctor me.

They're making me sick, and I'm fine
without them.

Fine like you're fine now?

That's totally different.

Is it?

Where are you going?

Out.

Can you get out of here for a while?

My doctor's appointment.

You can drive yourself.

Your legs only seem to stop working when
you have somebody to make you dinner.

Run your errands.

I am sick, Noe.

Whatever they say, however they try and
blow it off, there is something wrong

with me.

So how are you?

Same.

Worse.

Where's your fiancée?

She thinks it's all in my head.

Want to get the chair?

I need it.

Dean, something turned up in your latest
blood work.

Something new.

You're HIV positive.

At this stage, it's treatable.

So the first thing I'm going to do is
order some new tests.

Wait.

You're saying this?

All this is AIDS?

No. The HIV is fairly recent. It takes
time to show up.

But it's safe to say that you contracted
this within the past year.

That's impossible.

Did you sleep with someone who was
infected?

No.

Dean, how about your fiance?

Sit down.

We're through talking, we're through
debating, we're through pontificating,

we're through philosophizing.

Now sit down, or I will shoot you where
you stand.

I made it!

Now I've been very patient, and I
understand introspection among the

normal, but I really think this gun
should have gone off by now.

Don't you?

I'm not blaming you.

Because I'm guilty of the jibber
-jabber, too.

Now, the way I see it, there's one near
for each of us.

There's a little Dean, a little
Sunshine, and a little Richie Kessler.

And if this is it, and I think it is,
because 20 times 3 is 60 fucking

then you keep going.

Okay?

Okay? Okay!

Okay.

I didn't get any sleep last night. Pack
your things. I want you out of here.

Pack my things? You can't. All I asked
was that you go to counseling. Yeah, I

did and I am.

That's old. I swear to you, I haven't
had a drink in two weeks.

Police are on the way.

Something about a domestic disturbance?

Anything left here is going to the
garbage, where it belongs.

You don't beat women, Richard.

I'm giving more than you.

Richie. Don't fucking touch me!

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, don't even bother.

All right? They're already on their way.

Tell them where I'll be.

All right?

Tell them where they can find the drug!

Mr. Beach. Mr. Beach, are you okay?

Hey.

You got another?

Hey, look who decided to show up.

So where is everybody?

I've been waiting.

Richie, we gotta get you some help, man.

I am getting some help, yeah. My friend
Jack Daniels is here to make the night

in jail a little easier.

Richie, I told him I didn't know where
you were, but they're gonna find you,

man.

Come on.

Go back to my place.

My date's gonna be here any second.

Go back, sleep with all.

In the morning, we'll go down to the
station.

We'll explain things calmly, rationally,
all right?

Look, look, just forget it, man, all
right?

Just, last thing I want to do is fuck up
your date, all right?

What? So what is it this time? What kind
of lonely, unhappy piece of garbage did

you pick up off the street this time,
you fucking parasite?

Excuse me?

You're on your ass, Kessler.

Open up and take it.

The great train of life does chugga
-chugga -choo -choo up the poop chute.

I'm over here.

Come and get me, you fuckers.

Just follow the choo -choo.

See what you want to do

trick you? What am I, David fucking
Copperfield, you crippled asshole?

You did something to the gun. You've
been dragging this out all night.

All right.

That's me.

My day job is a gun fucker -upper.
Didn't I mention that? Give it to me.

Look at me.

It's not gonna be okay.

It's not gonna be fine.

Bad.

Bad girl.

Punished.

Sonny, you're not being punished.

We're being blessed.

We made this.

Heather, you and me, we made this out of
love.

poisoned me you made me violate
everything i ever believed in you let me

into sin and humiliation i have no
friends i have no family of nothing but

shame you took me because you wanted to
corrupt me and you got it

you loved me you wouldn't make me be a
whore for you

You have two new messages.

First new message.

Baby, can you pick up?

Alright, while I'm driving, I just
needed to think, you know.

You know, I've never proposed to anyone
before, and it didn't exactly go the way

I'd always imagined it.

Nothing with you ever really has.

You know what, that's okay, because it
doesn't have to be perfect.

It just has to be real.

And we're real.

And I can't wait to have this baby with
you.

I love you so much.

And... Second new message.

Hey, it's me again. I think the
transmission blew.

I'm out here in the boonie somewhere,
and I really hope you're hearing this

because I need a tow truck, like, now.

I just went up the road a mile to find a
gas station, but there's nothing out

here but cows, and every time I call
information, the signal drops.

So, um, wait a minute, I see a car.

I'm going to translate.

What are the fucking odds, huh?

Hi.

Alright, Polak.

Let's get to Jupiter.

Jesus. He's going to kill somebody.

Come on, are we going to do this or
what?

Game over what are you doing making sure
we all win?

Excuse me. Can I have a minute of your
time?

Are you aware of the atrocities you'll
be supporting by visiting this clinic?

Do you really feel your biblically
allowed freedom of conscience is best

exercised by bringing another fatherless
child here to be killed?

I told you, the next time I saw you
here, I'd have you arrested.

And you.

Get the fuck out of here!

Well, I see you took my comment about
not living life to heart.

Please, please.

How's your water going?

I need a stretcher out here.

I need a cup.

Oh. Oh, sweetie.

You're going to have this baby, and it's
not because I said so.

It's way too late for that.

It's gotta be broken. Something's
jammed.

She threw you, you twisted little shit.

It's all a game to you, isn't it, huh?

Flores here?

Broke us down, made us think we were
playing with a live gun?

With what? What is it, a toy gun?

What are these, blanks? It's real!

It went off before when I dropped it,
remember?

Show me the butthole!

Oh, my God. The fuck?

I can take you to a hospital away from
these butchers.

It's not too late to find forgiveness.

Our Lord Jesus died upon the cross so
that we may all have forgiveness.

Please, listen.

is this?

We're being given another chance. Don't
you see?

We can make things right.

All of us. We can make things right.

Dean? Shh.

Don't say a word.

I want to remember this.

I want to remember you there.

My best friend.

The future mother.

Of my unborn children.

With the diseased cock in her cunt, you
filthy lying whore.

Now keep fucking him.

It's what you want, isn't it?

I was never enough.

Now keep fucking him.

Keep fucking him, or I will fucking kill
you.

Richard?

It's okay, sweetie.

It's okay.

I got you.

It's okay.

Don't hate me, Dad.

I don't hate you, sweetie.

I don't hate you.

I can't have it.

But his father's dead enough to do it.

Where did you get that?

Where did you get that?

Keep fucking him or I will fucking kill
you.

Like you mean it.

Like you used to tell me.

Tell him to fuck your wet pussy.

I love you too, Manny.

You just stay still, huh?

It's okay.

It's okay.

Daddy's going to take care of you.

Daddy's going to call an ambulance.

He's going to get your help, huh?

Did you get that?

My fiance.

Who? He's dead.

He was run over in the road and thrown
away.

Like it happened.

When?

When did it happen?

You.

Tell him it feels so good.

Who was it?

A college kid.

A painter.

That's pretty ironic.

He looked like a Picasso.

Okay.

What are you doing?

you do?

What did you do?

Stay back. Stay back!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Don't hurt any sick!

Well, you said this asshole was in a
wheelchair.

Look at this shit.

Not even loaded.

Is this even real? Or some airsoft
bullshit?

What is it? A toy gun?

What are these things?

I need you to do something for me.

I need you to do something.

And it's really important.

Okay?

Okay.

Never see you again.

I will kill you.

You hypochondriac fuck!

Bunny, in here I thought you already
had.

I need you to understand.

I need you to understand I'm sorry.

And I never meant to hurt you.

I never meant to hurt anyone.

It's like I had an image of what my life
was supposed to be, of what I was

supposed to be.

I couldn't get there.

And it's like the harder I try, the
further away I got.

Does that make any sense?

Yes.

Is the baby out?

Is it okay?

You've given birth to a beautiful wife.
Please let me in.

One time.

I'm so sorry. I didn't want this.

Please, Zoe. You always won it.

Where's your ring?

I pawned it months ago and you didn't
even notice.

Someone had to pay for the medical bill.

I can't go to prison.

No.

They're coming.

Aren't they?

You called them, right?

No, please.

Did you use a condom?

Yeah.

I'll bet you did.

You remember in the days to come.

You remember that I loved you.

And if you ever get sick and need a
wheelchair, you'll know where to find

Because what goes around, comes around.

Come on.

Let's go.

Yeah, Zoe.

Go home time.

I miss you.

I miss you too.

We could get in the car.

We could drive.

We could drive to a place far away.

Some place we've never been.

Some place warm.

We could have a baby.

I'd do things better.

Just... Just... Let me rest first.

For a minute, okay?

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it! Stop it! What did you do?

Stay back! Stay back!

I love you.

I love you too.

I didn't mean to kill him! I swear to

God! I'd take him back if I could!

Our judgment is upon you.

Upon all of us.

No sin shall be forgotten.

Wait.

Where were you tonight?

Before the group, before the meeting,
where were you?

Where were you?

I was... Oh, Richard, no.

Oh, God, no. Richard.

Richard, no, please. Someone help!

Oh, God, please!

No, no, no, Richard, stop, please.

Oh, God, no.

We have no judgment.

Tell me.

Whoa.

What was that?

I feel like I just totally brain farted.

You said something.

Who's?

Yeah.

Yeah, in the kitchen.

Did you ever wake up and feel like you
were still sleeping?

Every day.

The only clean one I could find.

Might want to try doing some dishes
sometime.

Then we'll share.

What's the rush? We have our whole lives
ahead of us.

Feel him lucky?

I swallowed the bullet.

Tell you what, that lived with me
another day.

Bang.