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...with 5G LTE wi-fi,

the all-new Chevy Colorado lets you hit the road.

Shit.

What the fuck?

Dude, listen, before you freak out, man,

this... this wasn't my fault.

You are so full of shit, Andy.

- Jake... - Dude, I can't even...

With your shit right now because you always fuckin'...

Dude, I can't... hang on, wait, Jake, I can't hear you, man.

- I said I'm sorry! - Hang on.

What?

For what?

For not... For not realizing,

or maybe... Maybe I did fucking realize,

and I just... I just didn't give a shit.

Real... what? Realize what?

That you have a problem, Andy.

Dude, what... What are you talking about?

Andrew, just call your mom.

Jake.

Dude, are you serious?

Are you serious?

Lionel stole your license.

Was it that, um, that you got your license suspended

when you... when you drove on the curb and you blew a .21?

What? I... dude, that's a fucking lie.

Who the fuck told you that, Dana, huh?

Don't you think I would tell you if... if I got a DUI?

You know, I would hope that you...

Honestly... Think I don't even fucking...

- Fucking liar... you lied. - Dude, dude, hang on.

Wait, Jake, just wait, dude, you're cutting out.

- Call your mom, Andy! - I can't...

- Or call the cops, or don't! - Jake.

- Fuck, dude, just leave me... okay? - Jake, Jake, stop!

Just wait, man, look, maybe I...

okay, dude, maybe I have... I have a problem, okay?

You're fucked up right now, aren't you?

- No. - Oh, yeah, there you go.

- Another lie, another... - Jake.

- Okay, sorry, I gotta go, bye. - Dude... Dude, Jake!

I could go to jail, man!

Jake, what am I supposed to do?

I don't know, man.

I don't know, but my guess is you're gonna do what you always do.

You're gonna lie.

Probably to someone who's trying to help you, goodbye.

Dude, Jake...

Mmmmm...

All right.

You've reached Triple-A.

Due to weather conditions, we are experiencing

unusually high call volume.

Calls are answered in the order they are received.

There are 75 callers ahead of you.

Okay.

Okay, it's 25 miles.

Let me see... storm starts at 1:00.

Okay, 25...

...divided by 5.5...

4.6...

Okay, fuck it. Fuck it, I'm gonna walk.

I'll fuckin' walk 25 miles.

Five and a half hours...

At 4.6 miles per... aah..

Aah, fuck!

Jesus!

Shit.

Hi, this is Dana Harris.

Leave me a message, and I'll call you back as soon as I can.

Thanks, and have a great day.

At the tone, please record your message.

When you have finished recording, you may hang up

or press one for more...

Andy? Where are you?

I've been looking everywhere for you, and I can't find you.

Call me back.

Why is my car gone?

Are you fucking kidding?

If you're driving to get more beer, Andy,

I swear to God...

It's me.

I got your message, and I called the number.

Um... I guess my car is impounded in Valmont.

And I can't get it until 8:00,

so I won't be able to pick you up until 9:00 or 10:00.

And then...

as soon as we stop at an ATM...

and you pay me back,

we're done.

Don't try to talk to me

or have Jake talk to my friends

to talk to me, because we're done.

I'm so sorry

about everything that you've been going through

with your dad.

But I know now that you won't stop drinking until it kills you.

And I can't... I can't watch that happen.

Goodbye, Andy.

- No-no-no-no, Andy. - Wait, wait...

- Please drink water. - It's fine. It's fine.

Dana, just drink... drink it with me.

Come on.

Fuckin' send it.