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[subway train rattling]

[faint music playing]

- What the fuck is taking so long, man?

God, this is taking forever!

Does anything fucking work right anymore?

I got somewhere to be! I got a meeting!

[indistinct announcement on PA]

[laughing] Oh.

I'm just fucking with you. I don't have anywhere to be.

I don't have a meeting. I don't even have a job.

Hey, what about you there, Miss Lonely Heart?

You got a job?

You remind me a lot of my mother.

It's okay, I get it.

You're a sick puppy, aren't you?

[ethereal music]

♪ ♪

- [breathing jerkily]

[gasps]

Something's not right.

[grunts softly]

Some kind of bug. [exhales deeply]

Let's explore it.

[gasps]

True tactile displacement.

Experiencing powerful resistive force.

[smooching]

[panting softly]

Experiencing haptic feedback in the mouth.

[gasps]

[moans]

[panting heavily]

Experiencing haptic feedback.

[low ambient thrumming]

[grunting]

[sniffs]

[grunting]

[exhales sharply]

[panting shakily]

[over cell phone] - ♪ You're never sweet to me ♪

[cell phone ringing]

- Hey. What are you doing?

- Working. - On a Saturday night?

- What do you want, Mom?

- I just saw a mouse in my living room.

- It's the heat.

- In the summer, it's the heat.

In the winter, it's the cold.

- They always have their reasons.

- Yep, I-I saw it crawling in out of my vent.

- That's how they travel, through vents.

It's like that movie "Alien."

- Yeah. Well, I sealed the hole.

- He'll find another hole.

- Well, what, then, set a trap?

- No, what if it gets trapped in a place you can't find it

and then it sits there and rots and stinks up the place?

- I'll just set the trap somewhere I can reach it.

- What if it's a mouse with a lot of fight in it

and it doesn't die right away and it runs to a place

you can't find it and it dies there?

- Oh, dear God. How would you kill it?

- I'd shoot it, cut off its head,

and stick it on the lawn.

- You always take things too far, Jean.

- Make an example of it.

- This is why you don't have a boyfriend.

I tell all my friends it's because you're so smart.

Men don't like smart women. I would know.

- That's not the reason I don't have a boyfriend, Mom.

- You need to get out more.

Working from home is no way to live.

- Well, maybe by the time I finish my work,

your girlfriends won't have to rely

on their drunk, abusive husbands anymore.

Maybe neither will you.

- That's enough.

- I got to go, Mom.

- You know, I just read an interesting article online.

It says it's not too late for women over 35

who are thinking about freezing their eggs.

It's very mainstream now, especially in your industry.

[music resumes over cell phone]

- ♪ No matter what goes wrong ♪

♪ I'm to blame ♪

♪ If this is all a game ♪

[soft ambient music]

♪ ♪

[key clacks]

- [panting]

[keys clack]

[exhales deeply]

[grunts]

[exhales sharply]

[keys clack]

[grunts]

[exhales sharply]

[keys clack]

[exhales sharply]

[shouts]

[keys clack]

[panting, grunting]

[rain pattering]

[siren wailing, bell dinging faintly outside]

[water runs, stops]

[keys clacking]

There was real contact...

and then I went offline.

There was some kind of glitch.

My avatar froze.

It just froze.

[faint static buzzing]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[over cell phone] - ♪ You're never sweet to me ♪

♪ I don't complain ♪

- I lost all sense of orientation.

I was frozen, but...

it kept going.

♪ ♪

[retches]

[coughing]

[over cell phone] - ♪ I don't want ♪

♪ Your kind of love ♪

- It was like I was watching this thing happen to me

and I couldn't do anything about it.

[exhales sharply]

[panting]

[water runs, stops]

[siren wailing outside]

[inhales sharply]

[coughing]

[groaning]

[groans]

[grunts softly]

[liquid dripping]

[unsettling music]

[inhales deeply]

♪ ♪

[door creaks]

[door creaks closed]

[faint mechanical buzzing]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

♪ ♪

[cell phone chimes]

♪ ♪

[keys clacking]

[jazzy brass music playing]

♪ ♪

[applause]

[doorbell buzzing]

[applause]

[leisurely jazzy music playing]

♪ ♪

- [speaking French] - [speaking French]

[gunshot, crowd screams]

[subway train rattling]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [grunting]

[winces]

[panting]

[groaning]

[grunting painfully]

[subway train screeching]

[groaning]

[water splashing]

[panting sharply]

[moaning in pain]

[speaks indistinctly]

[mouths words]

[muffled scream]

[breathing heavily]

[groaning in pain]

[screaming]

[subway train screeching]

[screaming]

[moaning softly]

[water draining]

[over cell phone] - ♪ You're never sweet to me ♪

♪ I don't complain ♪

♪ No matter what goes wrong ♪

♪ I'm to blame ♪

♪ If this is all a game ♪

♪ I don't want your kind of love ♪

[siren chirping outside]

♪ ♪

♪ You see me when you please ♪

♪ And think it's right ♪

♪ That I should stay at home-- ♪

[line trilling]

- Jean?

Why are you calling me?

What's wrong?

Jean...

talk to me.

I'm right here.

Oh, honey, one day, God willing,

you'll be a mother, and you'll understand

what it means to worry about your child.

[sobs]

Well, speaking of which, did you--

did you open that link that I sent you

about freezing your eggs?

Jean?

[siren wailing outside]

I'm sorry, honey. I--

We can talk tomorrow.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[door creaks]

[siren wailing in the distance]

[subway train rattling]

[Prince's "Nothing Compares 2 U"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ It's been seven hours ♪

♪ And thirteen days ♪

♪ Since you took your love away ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ I go out every night ♪

♪ And sleep all day ♪

♪ Since you took your love away ♪

- I got somewhere to be! I got a meeting!

[music playing faintly over headphones]

[laughs]

I'm just fucking with you. I don't have a meeting.

I don't even have a job.

What about you there, Miss Lonely Heart?

You got a job?

You remind me a lot of my mother.

It's okay. I get it.

You're a sick puppy, aren't you?

I'm a sick puppy, too.

That's why I'm gonna spare you,

even though you are pretty fucking ungrateful.

Hey, guess what.

I'm so fucking full of love, I feel like I'm--

- [gasps, screams]

[ethereal music]

♪ ♪

I keep having this recurring dream.

I'm a fetus in the womb.

I've got a sword and a dog named Ringo,

like Toto from...

"The Wizard of Oz" or something.

[person chuckles]

And my mother is nine months pregnant with me,

and she's trying to abort me...

like, stabbing herself all over,

And--and Ringo's barking, trying to get her to stop,

and I'm in the womb, like, sword in hand,

skillfully defending myself, and...

I escape from the womb...

and my mother...

she's dead.

♪ ♪

And then I wake up.

[chuckles]

You must have been Ringo.

[train bell chimes]

[train whooshing]

[sighs]

- So when do you have to bring this in?

- They want me to put it on tape for tomorrow.

- What's your point of view? - [sighs]

- What are you coming in with?

- I mean...

Like, self-loathing, self-hate, um...

No? No?

- Self-hate...

needs to be fuller.

It's a mother-daughter story moment.

I know you understand that.

I know you do.

You're just not connected to it.

- Yeah, I thought I was. - Mm-mm.

These aren't your words.

The words must be like gasoline.

Say it like it will set you on fire.

Say it like you have shit

in your mouth.

Do you understand?

- Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I think-- I think so.

- Don't think.

Do.

[cell phone bloops]

[siren wailing, horn blaring outside]

- Hi, you guys.

I'm so excited to be

having the season finale with you guys tonight.

We will be watching. We'll be live-tweeting.

Thank you, thank you, thank you so much for supporting us,

for loving on us, for watching with us.

So tonight 9:00, 8:00 Central, be there or be square.

Bam.

[breathes deeply]

[dramatic music]

[indistinct chatter, traffic droning]

♪ ♪

I escape from the womb,

and my mother...

She's dead,

and then I wake up.

You must have been Ringo.

- Okay.

- Was that weird?

Yeah, no, it felt a little off, right?

- I just don't want to overstep, you know?

- No, no, no, please.

- I mean, it's not how I would play it,

but that could just be me.

- Okay, okay, um...

I just thought that, you know, this is a difficult--

- Mm-hmm.

- A difficult conversation for her to have,

and, you know, it's--it's hard for her to talk about,

so I didn't want to go crazy.

- I know.

- And I mean, it's--it's--

Her mom is trying to kill her,

but in the end, she has to kill her mom.

I mean, that's...

It's horrible.

[subway train whooshing]

- They have you reading for the sister now?

- Yep.

- Everything okay?

- Everything's fine.

- You don't have to say everything's fine

when it's not.

- [breathes deeply]

- Uh...

Soldiers, when they get back from war,

then they have PTSD.

You ever wonder why?

Because there's no time for feeling

when all you're trying to do is not get shot.

You are dark-skinned...

Black woman in America.

Just right out of the gate, you're at war,

trying to survive.

- Are you saying I have PTSD?

- I'm saying for you to get to this point,

you've overcome real pain.

But overcoming and dealing is not the same thing.

[sighs]

When was the last time

you spoke to your mom?

- We text.

- You need to talk to her.

[melancholy music]

♪ ♪

[lock clicks, keys rattle]

[keypad beeps]

[faint singing]

- ♪ Because I'm going home ♪

♪ To live with my Lord ♪

♪ Soon it will be done ♪

♪ My troubles of this world ♪

♪ Oh, my troubles ♪

- Video hit subscri-- - He had--

- Like, flung around and was, like--

- ♪ I don't know ♪

♪ How to love him ♪

♪ I don't know why he moves me ♪

♪ He's a man ♪

♪ He's just a man ♪

♪ He's not a king ♪

♪ He's just the same ♪

♪ As anyone I know ♪

[Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Judas' Death"]

♪ He scares me so ♪

♪ When he's cold and dead ♪

♪ Will he let me be? ♪

♪ Does he love, does he love me, too? ♪

♪ Does he care for me? ♪

♪ ♪

♪ My mind is in darkness ♪

♪ God, God, I'm sick ♪

♪ I've been used! ♪

- No!

- ♪ And you knew all the time ♪

♪ God, God, I'll never know ♪

[subway train whooshing, screeching]

- [muttering indistinctly, grunts]

[breathes angrily]

- You're beginning to catch the anger,

but... - [exhaling angrily]

- You need to go deeper.

What's underneath the anger?

- Are you kidding me? - Mona...

your look, it will get you into the room,

but your ability to reveal yourself,

that will keep you there.

- How can you even say that to me, Wanda?

- Mm-mm-mm, you need to live in your pain.

- Oh.

- You need to live in the trauma.

- Look, don't, okay? Don't.

- Okay, Mona, Mona, hey-- just breathe.

You are fine.

This has nothing to do with you personally.

This is not about your sense of self

or your being or your worth, even.

You just need to live in the--look!

I am not your mother.

The casting director's not your mother.

The director is not your mother.

Do not get us confused.

You're not under attack.

- [voice breaking] I don't think

I can do this much longer.

- Well, maybe you shouldn't.

Have you thought about going back?

Being a minister again?

Mona.

[pounds on door]

What this world has to offer you is temporary.

What Jehovah has for us...

is forever.

- Stop it. - Mm-mm.

I'm not gonna argue with you, Mona.

- Me neither. - We have a meeting tonight.

I am going to get prepared. You are going to get ready.

Come with me, Mona.

- Right.

Because God forbid

something conflicts with your fucking meeting, right?

- Okay, we're not gonna have that type of language

in my house. - What, what's the problem?

Yes, Mom, I curse now!

- Oh, and how does that make you feel?

- Great. I am proud of it, yeah.

I am so proud, and I am done trying to make you proud of me.

- And how does that make you feel?

- Oh, it's great.

- Is it great? - I'm a working actor now.

- Oh, mm-hmm. - Yeah, on a big TV show.

- You were!

- Right.

But how would you know since you refused to watch it?

- Oh, I could barely watch such a horrible show!

- Well, it saved me from you.

- Oh, come to meeting.

Your congregation praying and crying for you to come back.

- Do you hear yourself?

You always have to be in control.

It always has to be your way.

- Oh, sounds like someone I know.

- Even when it is your way, okay?

Even when I give it to you!

You want me to be in the full-time ministry,

I become a full-time minister.

That was not enough for you. I am never enough for you!

- I gave you everything!

I gave you everything that I could possibly give you,

and now you still come to me and say that wasn't enough?

What can I do?

- You can love me.

You can love me.

You can love me, Mom.

- Enough. - No, no!

You don't get to say enough!

You don't get to decide!

[pants]

- What do you want from me, Mona?

- Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me!

My father chose another family, and my mother chose God,

so what am I supposed to do?

How am I supposed to walk in the world

when the two people who are supposed to love me

choose something else?

Hmm?

[sobs softly]

- I'm so sorry, Mona.

- Oh, G-- [sighs]

- Okay. Okay.

Okay.

- I think we're done here.

- [chuckles softly]

[hopeful music]

♪ ♪

[subway train whooshing, screeching]

[indistinct chatter]

- Just trying to be nice, you know?

- Sorry?

- What the hell have you ever been sorry for?

What the hell could you possibly be so worried about?

You're wearing a $10,000 Cartier watch.

I don't have anything in common with you anyway.

What the fuck is taking so long, man?

[indistinct announcement on PA]

God damn!

Does anything fucking work right anymore?

I got somewhere to be! I got a meeting!

I'm just fucking with you. I don't have a meeting.

I don't even have a job.

What about you, Miss Lonely Heart?

You got a job?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- I believe the money I make belongs to me and my family,

not some mid-level government bureaucrat.

This is America, okay?

I think owning a gun doesn't make me a bad person.

It makes me a responsible parent,

and I think being a minority or gay or whatever

doesn't make you noble or a victim

or entitled to anything.

Sorry.

- Okay. - No, you know what?

I'm not sorry--there's nothing wrong with what I'm saying.

There's something wrong with people who think

there's something wrong with what I'm saying,

and I'm not just gonna sit here and let the sick liberal

New York City school system brainwash my kid

into thinking there's something wrong with him

just because he's a white "cisgender male."

No, fuck, no!

- You're rambling. Explain to me what happened.

- Did I tell you that one of his classmates

came out as being a lesbian?

- Yeah, so what? - She's ten years old.

I mean, my kid has to come home and ask me about things

he's not even old enough to understand.

I mean, they can't just stick this shit in my kid's face.

- Did he hurt her? - What? No.

She just said that he said something

that made her uncomfortable.

- What'd he say? - Nothing.

He just repeated something that some other kids had said,

something stupid that some kid said.

I mean, kids say stupid things. That's what kids do.

- Right, but what was it he said?

- Nothing. It was a separate incident.

It had nothing to do with it.

- There was more than one incident?

- No, just two.

- Why was he suspended, Ruth?

- I don't really have an answer, you know.

I don't--the principal wouldn't tell us what happened.

The other kid's parents don't want it to be public.

- Well, what does Jared say when you ask him what happened?

- He says they were just horsing around.

I don't know. He doesn't really remember.

I mean, it's all been extremely traumatic for him

and for me and David, all of us.

It would be really nice if you came over for lunch.

- I got work to do. - It would mean a lot to Jared.

- Why do I always have to come to you?

- Because you don't have children.

- All right, it's an hour on the train

to get to you and an hour back.

That's two hours of my life spent in a subway system

that is in total soul-crushing disrepair and decline.

- Uber--I'll pay for it. - Thanks.

I'd rather pay some mid-level government bureaucrat.

Might put that money back in the city and fix the train.

- It would mean a lot to me.

[doorbell rings]

[dog barking]

[uneasy music]

♪ ♪

Hi. - Hey.

Oh, hey, Mariah. Hey, crazy girl.

- Mariah Carey, the dog's name is Mariah Carey.

- I'm not calling her that.

You can't name a black and white dog Mariah Carey.

- It's an homage. Come help me set up the table.

- Shame he hung himself.

Poor guy. What for?

- He always struggled with depression.

- Depression?

She was sleeping with half of France.

- Come. - Hi, Gabe.

- Hi, David.

- [sighs deeply] I can't.

- What, what now? - Every day it's something new.

- What happened? - Jared says--comes to me.

He says, "Mommy, did Daddy make Black people into slaves?"

- [laughs] - It's not funny.

It's actually pretty depressing.

- Well, what do you say when he asks you that?

- I tell him no, Daddy did no such thing.

- That's it?

- What do you mean that's it?

I tell him, "Don't listen to what they teach you in school."

So then he says to me, "Mommy, did I do something bad?

Did I do something bad to the Blacks?"

- And what do you say to that?

- I tell him, of course, no, he did nothing wrong.

He has nothing to be ashamed of.

- Yeah, but do you explain to him

what he's really asking about, the history?

- What history?

- You know what history I'm talking about.

- The one about how the Great Society destroyed

the Black family-- that history?

Do I talk to him about how before 1965,

when LBJ started subsidizing single mothers,

the out-of-wedlock birth rate among Black people in America

was at 20% and that now it's at 70%?

- Where do you get this shit? - I do talk to him about that.

- You talk--you talk about out-of-wedlock birth

with your ten-year-old?

- I don't have to defend myself.

I don't have a problem with anyone, gay, Black.

I named my dog Mariah Carey because I love Mariah Carey,

and I'm pretty sure my dog is gay, and I love my dog.

What I have a problem with is everyone telling me

how bad my son is, everything that's wrong with him.

- He's just--

he's hearing different things in here and out there,

and--and that's clearly confusing him.

That's causing him to lash out,

and--and that's alienating him from people.

- It is not my fault that right now we're living in this moment

of groupthink social justice fucking warrior mob nonsense.

- Groupthink?

- And that that's what the school is teaching.

That is not my fault.

- So he was suspended from school for two days

because of groupthink?

- Why do you have empathy for everyone in the world

except for me?

- Why do you care what I think?

- Do you hate me?

- Why would you say that?

- If you think you have all the answers,

why don't you go talk to him?

He's upstairs.

Just try to keep your agenda out of it, okay?

Just try to make it about him?

[gunshots on TV]

- I just landed in a ship,

and this guy was, like, a snowman.

There's another one. See, that's what it looks like.

And then--oh, that one.

Great, yes.

Too close, too close.

There's a guy up there. There's a guy.

Hey, are you a pescatarian?

- I am.

- Why?

- I just don't like to eat meat.

- How come you don't have a girlfriend?

[gunfire on TV]

My mom says it's because you don't have a job.

I think it's because you're better than everyone.

- You're a good kid, Jared.

- That's not what my English teacher says.

- Yeah?

What does your English teacher say?

- My English teacher's just terrible.

- Why--why is your English teacher terrible?

- Just...

He's inappropriate, very inappropriate.

- In what way? - The way he acts.

- How's he act? - He talks.

Like, it's weird-- whoa, whoa.

- What--what's weird about the way he talks?

- He's, like, really gay.

Go, go. - Oh.

- He sits with his, like, legs crossed.

Oh! - I-I see.

- Why's he have to act like that?

- Um...

- Why does he have to stick that in our faces? Gross.

Also, he's, like, Black, so it's, you know, even weirder.

- Hey.

- Zone, zone, zone. Zone, zone, zone!

- Hey, Jared-- - Behind these trees--

- Jared. - What?

- It's okay. - Where'd he go?

- You can talk to me. - [sighs]

He sent me to the principal's office.

- Why'd he send you to the principal's office?

- He hates me.

[sighs] Everyone at school hates me.

- Why don't-- - I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die.

- Why don't you tell me what happened?

- I don't really remember.

- Jared, what did you do? - I didn't do anything.

- How do you know you didn't do anything--

How do you know you didn't do anything

if you don't remember what happened?

- Oh, someone's there! Someone's there! Yes!

- All right, all right, Jared. - Eliminated.

There's another guy behind me. There's another guy.

- Jared, look at me.

- Don't hate me, Gabe.

- Lunch is ready.

- No! He was right behind me.

Mom, he was right behind me. I could have killed him!

I could have killed him!

- So, Gabe, what's new with you?

- I'm making a documentary.

- What about? - Police brutality.

- Oh, boy.

Easy, now.

Can we maybe not talk about politics for once?

- Actually meeting a regional organizer

for Black Lives Matter tomorrow.

- Oh.

- How's that feel?

- How's what feel?

- Being a cultural appropriator.

- [chuckles] Touché.

- See, this is what your side loves to do.

You avoid dealing with the message

by bullying the messenger.

- Black Lives Matter is a racist message.

- All lives matter.

- Yeah, Gabe, why don't you make a movie about that?

Mariah Carey, no.

- Can I make that one? - Yeah, might as well.

[dog barking] - It's just so adversarial,

as if our lives don't matter.

Hey, hey, hey! - Down!

Mariah Carey. Mariah Carey, down, down.

- No one's saying your life doesn't matter, David.

- It's just bad marketing.

- Unarmed innocent people keep getting killed by cops,

and you're talking about marketing.

- Who's innocent? - Oscar Grant was innocent.

- Oscar Grant had a record,

illegal possession of a handgun.

Don't tell me these people are innocent.

- He was shot in the back lying facedown on a subway platform.

- It was a freak accident. - Except it keeps happening.

Trayvon Martin was also a freak accident?

- Trayvon Martin wasn't killed by a cop.

He was killed by an idiot. - Tamir Rice, Eric Garner--

- Eric Garner is dead because he was selling

untaxed cigarettes and resisting arrest.

The guy was the size of a Mack truck.

It took five cops to restrain him.

How could anyone know that he had asthma?

- Because he was screaming, "I can't breathe."

- See, even the marketing there,

the "I can't breathe" shirts, it's just so accusatory,

pointing a finger at me

as if I was the one who was choking him.

- You keep-- - Down.

- You keep talking about marketing.

- Well, because it is marketing

that is driving the culture wars in this country, Gabe.

- We created the conditions in these neighborhoods,

and then we send cops to them,

and you sit here and defend them when they kill a kid

that could just as well have been yours,

and that makes you complicit, so yes, yes, David,

the marketing is pointing a finger at you.

- Okay, we didn't create these conditions, Gabe.

We're Jewish. We came from ghettos, too.

- Jews enjoy the privileges of being white.

- Only in New York.

- What's happening is that people like you and the media

are using people like Eric Garner,

isolated incidents, to justify your agenda.

- Freddie Gray was an isolated incident?

Mike Brown was an isolated incident?

- Freddie Gray had a knife.

Mike Brown was fighting a cop over control of a gun.

If you do that, you might get shot.

- 12 times? Unarmed kid shot 12 times?

- Okay, relax. - Don't tell me to relax.

- I just don't think that you're appreciating

how difficult it is to be a policeman

in these neighborhoods. - Try being Black in them.

- Because you would know.

- We know what it's like to be

part of a persecuted minority.

- Yes, which is exactly why

we, of all people, should understand.

- Gabe, we picked ourselves up as a people

because of strong family values

and a culture that prioritizes education,

not because we said our lives matter.

- When these kids are playing basketball,

my kid is doing his homework.

- Okay, I don't even-- That's just racist.

- Oh, my God, racist, really? - Racist--that's not racist.

- First of all, there's nothing wrong with playing basketball.

- You're gonna play the race card?

- Second, you're not taking into account the history.

- There's your history, and there's my history.

- You're a numbers guy, right, David?

- Sure.

- Kid born in a poor neighborhood

with high levels of crime is less likely to go to college

and more likely to end up in jail or shot by a cop

than a kid born in this neighborhood.

- The Black people who work for me,

they would be so annoyed by this argument.

- They're more likely to end up in jail or shot by a cop

than a kid born in this neighborhood,

than a kid born in this house.

That has nothing to do with your family values.

That's--that's just math.

- There's your math, and there's my math.

- No, there's not-- you can't have your own math,

your own history, fucking alternative facts.

What's the point of even trying to fucking talk about it?

- Don't curse in front of my kid.

- Right, cursing, because that's his problem.

- What do you know about problems?

You generate no income. You're responsible to no one.

- I have an income, but it's not your kind of income.

I volunteer.

I'm responsible to people, just not your kind of people.

- Oh, we should put a statue of you up in Central Park.

Why don't we knock down the one of Christopher Columbus

and put one of you instead?

- My teacher says

Christopher Columbus was a bad man.

- Your teacher's right. - Ignore your uncle.

- Stop it. - He's my brother,

and I love him, but he's a loser,

and these ideas encourage him to be one.

- I'd rather be a loser than a bigot.

- Go upstairs, Jared.

- You should hear some of the things

he was saying to me upstairs.

- What do you mean? What were you saying?

- Seriously, what do you have him reading, "Mein Kampf"?

- Loser. - I'm a loser?

You talk about money

as if you've ever made any-- get a job.

- I'm raising a child. Raising a child is a job, Gabe.

- Guys!

- How does it feel, Gabe?

How does it feel to be a complete disappointment?

- Well, you didn't turn out

the way you were supposed to either, so...

- Is that why you don't have a girlfriend?

- Okay, enough. - Because you're a faggot?

- Jared. - Jared.

Jesus!

Are you serious?

Get out! Now!

Get the fuck out of here! Let me see your face.

Oh, my God, are you bleeding? Let's go upstairs, come on.

Come on, you'll be okay.

Are you fucking kidding me?

[dog barking, door slams]

- [breathing shakily]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Okay.

Sit down.

It's a little cold. Let me see it.

Oh, God. Oh.

It's still pretty red.

[grunts] Does it still hurt?

- Yeah.

- Okay, I'm gonna go get you something for the pain.

- Mom.

- Tell me right now.

- What?

- What happened?

- What are you talking about?

- I don't want to hear you don't remember.

- But I don't.

- Tell me right now, or you're never playing "Fortnite" again.

[sighs] - Mom!

- You better tell me what happened, Jared,

and it better be the truth.

- Mom, I'm scared.

[melancholy music]

- Um...

♪ ♪

Where are you going?

- To see my brother.

[door opens]

[Viktor Coy's "Close the Door Behind Me"]

♪ ♪

[singing in Russian]

[faint screaming]

[volume increases]

[indistinct shouting]

[PA system chimes]

[door creaks closed]

[toilet flushes]

[door creaks open and closed]

[water running]

[door creaks open and closed]

[indistinct announcement over PA]

[faint indistinct chatter]

[PA system chimes]

[indistinct announcement over PA]

[soft rock playing on car stereo]

♪ ♪

[ethereal music]

♪ ♪

[dog barking]

- [speaking Russian]

- [speaking Russian on TV]

[bell dings]

- [speaking Russian]

- [laughs]

[bell dings, cheering on TV]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[door slams]

[indistinct chatter]

[line trilling]

[line clicks] - Hello?

Hello?

[dog barking]

[ethereal music]

[subway train rattling]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[key clacks]

[keys clacking]

[rock music playing on computer]

♪ ♪

[subway train rattling, screeching]

- Aah!

[baby crying in the distance]

[sighs]

- [breathing heavily]

[sighs]

[somber music]

♪ ♪

[train horn blaring, dog barking in the distance]

[dog barking in the distance]

[clamoring on TV]

- [sighs]

[sighs]

Huh?

[announcers chattering indistinctly on TV]

[cows mooing]

[ethereal music]

♪ ♪

[subway train rattling, screeching]

[train bell chimes]

- We used to do patrol in the morning in Kabul.

And the rule is, like, whoever's driving

got to pick the music.

And, uh, I had this buddy Booth.

He was from Little Rock, Black dude.

He would play, like...

like, Masta Ace and Goodie Mob.

Some Wu-Tang. That was good.

Wu-Tang is good driving around...

and shooting.

[subway train rattling]

Hey, you know, I'm just trying to be a nice guy.

You don't have to be all, like, "ugh," about it, you know?

You know, I can tell you have no clue who I am,

but you don't have to ignore people.

You know, even if I'm just somebody or nobody,

like, today's Mr. So-and-So

could be a big deal tomorrow.

The tables turn pretty fast in this world,

you know what I mean?

I'm just trying to be nice, you know?

- Sorry?

- What the hell have you ever been sorry for?

- I beg--I beg your pardon?

- What the hell are you so worried about?

You're wearing a $10,000 Cartier watch.

I don't have anything in common with you anyway.

What the fuck is taking so long, man?

[indistinct announcement on PA]

God damn!

I got to be somewhere!

This is taking forever!

Does anything fucking work right anymore?

I got somewhere to be! I got a meeting!

[laughing]

[sighs]

I'm just fucking with you. I don't have anywhere to be.

I don't have a meeting. I don't even have a job.

Hey, what about you there, Miss Lonely Heart?

You got a job?

[subway train rattling]

You remind me a lot of my mother.

It's okay. I get it.

You're a sick puppy, aren't you?

I'm a sick puppy, too.

That's why I'm gonna spare you...

even though you are pretty fucking ungrateful.

Hey, guess what.

I'm so fucking full of love, I feel like--

- He's got a gun! - Whoa!

[VUM's "Solid Waves"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ I will run to you ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ I will sacrifice ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ I will run to you ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ No one is ever ♪

♪ No one is ever meant to be ♪

♪ Who am I to say? ♪

♪ She came upon it ♪

♪ All too well ♪

♪ But I want a fantasy ♪

♪ Lady, you're pulling me ♪

♪ This lady ♪

♪ She's pulling me ♪

♪ We're taking our life too slow ♪

♪ What is it ♪

♪ We're living for? ♪

♪ I found out ♪

♪ That no one knows ♪

♪ Why these are ♪

♪ The words we chose ♪

♪ And these are ♪

♪ The doors that close ♪

♪ I will run to you ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ And I will sacrifice ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ I will run to you ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ No one is ever ♪

♪ No one is ever been meant to be ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Falling like a stone ♪

♪ This wave will pass over me ♪

♪ And I won't take long ♪

♪ To say ♪

♪ Lady, you're far to close ♪

♪ What is our way ♪

♪ Meant to be? ♪

♪ ♪