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Welcome back to Coda‐cast,

the weekly podcast for
the recovering co‐dependent.

Let's dive right back in.

We all know that
boundaries are crucial

to successful
romantic relationships,

but if you've been
living in a state

where boundaries and
healthy personal limits

simply do not exist,

you could be experiencing
what's called enmeshment.

Where you're defined
more by the feelings

of your partner
than your own.

The emotional needs of
the other person dwarf yours,

you feel their feelings,

your true identity is lost
or blended into theirs.

You feel responsible for the
emotional state of your partner

often desiring to fix
or to save them.

And the bad news,
unfortunately,

doesn't stop there.

Those that
successfully break free

of the prison of enmeshment

could find that this throws
their entire being into crisis.

A lack of authentic
self‐development

makes this freedom
feel like annihilation,

and with any immense
relational change

even a necessary one,
comes chaos.

The attached...
God!

...system in
distress cries out wondering,

who am I without my partner?

This person who was my world.

What are my own feelings
untethered from this person?

How will I survive?

How can I ever feel safe again?

If this is you...

If this is you,
take comfort;

know that you have the right
to love yourself first.

You should be your
own first priority.

You are worthy
of your own love.

Thank you.

Dude, straight slayin'.

‐ If you told me
six months ago...

Hey, teamwork,
dreamwork, motherfucker.

It's all you, dude.
Hey.

‐ Once again,
I am Valentine Fawkes.

My best friend, the unstoppable
Julie Voccola on guitar.

‐ Fuck you, too, Julie.
Hey, fuck you back, bud.

‐ It's not worth it.
I'm not gonna let 'em

harass you.

‐ I want to thank you all
for coming out here tonight.

As some of
you may know,

this is my first show
in a few years,

and I am just blown away
that you're all here.

Uh, okay, we've got
one more for ya.

I wrote it almost
five years ago.

And for the record,
yes, this song is mine.

It's called The Knife.

You suck!
Get off the stage!

Get off the stage!

‐ Hey, this isn't
a comedy show, dude.

‐ Could have fooled me.
All things being equal,

you didn't heckle
during our set,

so we can't let you
heckle during hers.

‐ Are you feeling left out?

I liked your set,
at least I thought I did.

‐ Do you know her?
‐ Not personally.

‐ I try not to befriend
psycho bitches.

‐ So you guys are just creepy
misogynist types, is that it?

Do I look like a misogynist?

‐ Shit is societal.

Women can be
just as sexist‐‐

Okay, lady.
‐ The name is Rosa.

‐ And this is Nick.
‐ They know that,

they watched our set.
Can we please go now?

‐ Rosa, take a gander
at the girl on stage.

Does she look like someone
you might have seen someplace?

‐ Trezzure.
‐ The Trezzure?

‐ No, that girl‐‐
‐ Is not her.

‐ She is the spitting image.
Yep.

Same hair, same voice.

‐ This bargain bin Betty
bites an artist's look,

bites an artist's style,
and just fuckin' bites.

It's sick, it makes me sick,
you make me sick!

‐ Some people are deranged.

And you guys
are here because?

‐ We're Trezzure's
representatives.

‐ Oh, sick.

I mean, me and Nick
are looking for new management.

‐ We moderate
The Trezzury.

‐ The Trezzury,

the biggest Trezzure fan board
in the entire world.

Original superfans only.

‐ Look, can we go now?

Stuff's just
sittin' out back.

We're basically
begging to get robbed.

‐ Are you gonna talk
during her entire set too?

I mean, you are just
as bad as these guys.

‐ You were talking.

I'm being as bad
as precisely you.

Well, not precisely
precisely,

because you were gonna
drop to your knees

if they were industry.

Industry doesn't heckle,
so that was a clue.

‐ Okay, I cannot
believe the way

that you speak
to me, Nick.

On Valentine's Day?

Since when do we believe
in greeting card holidays?

‐ Since always.

Or did you think
I was being ironic

when I got you a card
and chocolate and flowers?

You know what?
Forget about it.

I'll go load up
so we don't get robbed.

‐ Drama.

‐ I seriously thought
she was being ironic.

‐ What'll it be?

‐ Vodka rocks,
please and thank you.

‐ Oh, it's $10, even.

‐ Where did you
get that done?

‐ Um, Body Electric
on Melrose.

‐ Oh.
‐ My guy's name is Samir.

‐ He does good work.

Looks amazing.

‐ Thanks.

‐ I'm Royal, by the way.

‐ Eddie.
‐ Great name.

Classic.

She almost done?

Set's over in five.

‐ Well, then this is for you.

As soon as
the crowd clears,

I would really love it
if you and the other staff

could take the rest
of the night off.

‐ What?
‐ You heard me.

‐ Yeah, that's
not gonna happen.

‐ Look, I just need
a little privacy

with my old friend up there.

See, I'm here
to surprise her,

I'd kind of like to keep
that surprise discreet.

‐ Discreet.

‐ Not to be that guy, but...

I'm kind of a public figure.

Here, you can look me up.

Damn, really.

‐ I'm gonna go
powder my nose

and let you
think about that.

Thank you!

Uh, thank you to
the 3 of Hearts Club

for having us and
for all of you guys

for coming out tonight.

Seriously, thank you.

Carrying all of that
gear would have taken

another 20 minutes if
you hadn't come through.

Always happy to help.

I think your lady
might need you.

Yeah.

All you had to do was say,
"Hey, Nick, need a hand."

Or you could see
that I need a hand

with your eyes.

We could actually
be in sync for once.

Oh, you want a psychic.

I see, what is that,
your love language?

‐ I got you that book
to help you out,

hoping you might
catch half a clue

on how to more effectively
communicate with me.

‐ Well, I'm sorry my
love language is English.

‐ It's also your
being‐a‐dick language.

What the fuck though?

How many people
have his exact hair?

Are we
talking in Silverlake

or the greater
Los Angeles area?

‐ I swear it was him.

He's here...somewhere.

‐ Have you seen my phone?

I saw it on the couch before.

‐ Yeah.

You want me to call it?

Welcome back.

I really
can't take that.

Think about how
hard you work all the time.

You deserve it.

And you can get it
just for relaxing.

Relax, on me.

‐ I'm sorry,
but I can't take it.

Oh, come on, Eddie.

Easiest thousand bucks
you'll make ever.

Thank you,
thank you very much.

‐ 45 minutes, okay?

‐ Nope.

An hour.

‐ Fine.

All right, I need
everyone to clear out.

We're closing early
for a private event.

‐ You are an angel.

‐ Did we leave 'em on stage?

‐ Dude, I told you.

‐ Okay, just wait here,
I'll go check it out.

Jules, that was him.

It's him.

Oh, there she is.

Valentine Fawkes,
the myth, the legend.

God, you look...

You look great,
Val, really great.

Good to see you.

It's been way too long.

‐ What are you
doing here, Royal?

I'm here to congratulate you.

I see Julie's
still hanging out.

‐ Hi, Julie.
‐ Hi fuckwad.

Hey, I really liked you
playing that axe up there.

It was nice.

The sound was tasty too.

You know, you're actually
getting a lot better.

‐ Oh, cool,
get fucked, dude.

‐ Please give me
back my phone.

Wow.
Julie's too.

She thinks I...

She thinks
I took her phone.

Wow, just wow.

‐ You're delusional, chica.

Yeah, I read
on the forum

that she tried to
break into your house.

‐ Val's an emotional woman.

I don't want
to be too clinical

and say she had
a mental break.

‐ No, that's‐‐that's
not what happened.

Then what did happen?

We should get out of here now.

I could tell the
whole story if you wanted.

Maybe that'd
clear things up.

I hear the chat
on the forums.

Maybe this is a good time
to set the record straight.

What do you say, Val?

‐ Fucking absolutely.
‐ Hell yeah.

‐ Hey? We could
do it together.

Hard pass.

‐ I was speaking to Val.

Val?

Val...

Well, I guess this
one's on me then.

Oh, come on.

Are you scared of me?

‐ Where is my god
damn phone, Royal?

‐ How 'bout this?

I just want to share
with my friends

a little story time.

We'll all help you find
your phone afterwards.

He's a windbag,
always has been.

Just let him
wear himself out.

So, um, five years back,

Val and I meet at
this crazy party,

and the attraction is
there from the get‐go.

The sexual chemistry
is there from the jump.

It's dominant.

Sorry, I'm just
speaking my truth.

Speak it, Daddy Royal.

So, uh, things get physical,

and if I'm speaking plainly,

the sex is
unfuckingbelievable.

But around this time,
I'm looking for a female voice,

you know,
to work on some demos

that I'm pitching
to name type artists.

And so I invite her over
to my brand new studio.

She tells me
from the get‐go

that she has
performance ambitions.

I'm getting into artist
development, you know,

I'll indulge her,
I'll see where it goes.

I help her figure out
how to dress,

how to present herself
like a star instead of a slob.

But, ultimately, things
didn't work out between us.

Once the choice was made,
we moved on.

It's over.
No, it's not!

It's not over
until I say it's over!

It's not over!

‐ That's...not what happened.

‐ We were a team.
‐ I thought I was

telling a story.

Anyway, years passed,
we lose touch like you do.

‐ Ha.
By this time,

Trezzure and I
are on the come‐up.

Val sees
the success I built,

and the deep, perfect love
that Trezzure and I share.

She has this snap
in her brain

where she jumps online,

starts screaming
about our history,

claiming that Trezzure
and I jacked her songs,

jacked her look,
slandering us like it's her job.

That is not your job.

Which brings us
to tonight.

Val booked this gig
to play songs

that belong to me
and to Trezzure,

because Valentine Fawkes
is a god damn thief.

You skipped the part about how

you're currently violating
a restraining order.

That's BS, Julie, damn BS.

Whatever, dude, bye.

Holy shit.

‐ Is there a handsome,
shaggy‐haired man in here?

Oh my God!

Let's go, let's leave.

I love you so much, Trezzure.

We love you so, so much.

Aww, I love you too, friends.

‐ What's your name?
‐ Allison!

Allison, yay!

Thanks so much
for being a fan.

I told her to wait in the car.

I didn't want this
to become a big thing.

I don't wanna‐‐
Just give me 30 seconds.

Hear me out.

Come on, Val.

You disappeared
from my life overnight.

Give me 30 seconds.

‐ Hello?

Is anybody there?

Hello?

‐ Don't you feel,
I don't know,

a little bit trapped?

‐ No, do you?

‐ No.

‐ You wanna break up?

Fine.

‐ Let's break up.
‐ Look, I don't wanna‐‐

Wait, as a band
or as a couple?

‐ As a couple.

We're always
gonna be a band.

‐ Good.

Great, good, perfect.

You made your
little comeback or whatever,

you made your point.

‐ My point?

The fact is, you're right.

I need you, Val.

For the second album.

‐ Her second album?
Yeah.

‐ You want me to work
on her second album?

‐ Don't be mean, I just think
we could help each other here.

Oh, it feels easier to breathe.

Do you feel that?

‐ Sure.

So, is that it then?

I can just go
to the food truck

and get a grilled cheese
instead of a post‐show bang?

Or...do you still
want a post‐show bang?

‐ Can we still post‐show bang
if we're not a couple?

‐ It's our band.

We can make whatever
band rules we want.

Back door's a no‐go.

What did he say to you?

Thanks to friends like you...

...and the love of
my life right here,

I feel very safe
and protected.

Hello, sweetness.

I thought we said we
were gonna wait in the car.

‐ I got bored.
Did you now?

So, uh, what are you
guys gonna do about her?

‐ He's just here to have
a compassionate conversation

with her.

Aren't you, babe?

Trezzure, we all
love your message so, so hard,

but, like, we also can't
negotiate with terrorists,

‐ right?
Oh.

I believe that every
problem can be solved

with kindness
and understanding.

‐ Sweetness.
‐ Hm?

‐ There's water
behind that bar.

If you're not resting, you
should at least be hydrating.

‐ But I, um, had some‐‐
‐ Glastonbury, sweetness.

Glastonbury.

Excuse me, friends.

Hey, hey.

I really, really appreciate
you guys coming here tonight.

Oh my God, it's our pleasure.

We're so honored you
reached out to the board.

‐ Do you mind guarding
the door from the outside,

making sure there's
no ins and outs?

I don't want any
crazy fan interactions.

We'll find a way out of here.

Come on,
come on.

‐ Not that way,
she'll stop us.

Who, that?
She's fucking bite sized.

‐ She's wearing
my sunglasses.

So?

No, there has to be another way.

‐ Look, that chick is
an abused Polly Pocket,

not a ninja.

Besides, she's not
the enemy, he is.

‐ No, there has to be‐‐

Fuck.

Finally, a bit of privacy.

And you're right,
I did take these.

Wahhh, good catch.

Just in case.

Oh no, I must
have left it in the bathroom.

It's the only place
I didn't look.

‐ Look, this is why you
shouldn't drink, sweetness.

‐ It makes you so sloppy.
‐ I made that stupid case

specifically so
this wouldn't happen.

Hey, hey, hey.

I love you,
I love you.

It's fine,
stop wigging.

It's fine, just chill.

I cannot afford
a new phone right now, okay?

‐ We are dirt broke.
Hey, hey, look at me.

Hey.

Money's gonna come.

Hey.

We are too good
to not blow up, right?

You are too good.

All right?

Kiss me.

Kisses.

‐ Fine.

I got you a present.

‐ Are you kidding me?

‐ No.

‐ That was really
fucked up, Royal.

‐ You weren't paying any
attention to me all night!

You are an infant.
Well, you're an addict.

What?
Yep, your phone,

your friends,
your drinking.

Just addictive distractions.

‐ You're my girlfriend.
Baby, come on.

‐ You're supposed
to pay attention to me.

‐ I‐‐I was thanking people
for coming to our gig.

‐ What people, huh?

The dudes that you
invite to our shows

in the hope that
they'll fuck you?

‐ What?
They won't fuck you.

Who else would besides me?

You're too weird looking.

Fuck your fucking phone.

I'm right here.

I'm your boyfriend.

You want me to dump you?

Is that what you want?

Send you back to fucking
hotel cafe open mics

for the rest of
your sad‐ass life?

Say the word,
it is done.

‐ Royal, please.
‐ No, you need to remember

that I can upgrade any time.

I've just spent
so many hours

making you
halfway marketable,

I'd like to maybe see
a return on my investment.

‐ Please stop.

‐ I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I didn't‐‐
I don't know why I say‐‐

I'm sorry.

Forgive me?

That was not okay.

It won't happen again,
I promise, I...

I'll‐‐I'll call my therapist
first thing tomorrow.

‐ Royal.
‐ Please.

I really, really love you.

I don't know why I say
those type of things.

Please, please
say you forgive me.

Please say you forgive me.

Please forgive me.

Please.

‐ Of course I forgive you.

We'll work on this together.

I'm sorry.

‐ It's okay, it's okay.
I'm sorry.

No one will ever love
you like I love you.

No one has a heart
as big as mine

that's just for you.

Oh, thank God, thank God.

You passed out.

Come on, we gotta
get out of here.

Welcome back.
Get the fuck out

of the way, Royal!
Nope!

I was trying to have a private
conversation with Val,

but since we're all here,

we're gonna have ourselves
a big group conversation,

like a bunch
of civilized adults.

Oh, you're an adult?

Hilarious.
Move.

‐ You never understood
our connection, Julie.

I'm pretty sure you
poisoned her against me.

‐ Oh, I'm the poison?
Val,

I think this chick's
in love with you.

‐ Always has been.
‐ Fuck off, wannabe Eurotrash.

‐ Oh, then why else would
she try and convince you

that my romantic
gestures were bad?

‐ You're not a romantic, dude.

You're a true crime series
waiting to happen.

You tattooed her face
on your head.

Wait, what?
You melted

her record collection.

You hid out in
the back of her car

and jumped her.

‐ Is that true?
‐ Of course not.

‐ And this was all
after she dumped your ass.

Don't think I've forgotten about
all that Looney Tunes shit

you said while you
guys were together.

"Someday, sweetness,
I'm gonna buy us a mansion

that we won't
even live in.

We'll just go there
to take turns

ass‐fucking each other
with our Grammy awards‐‐"

Fuck this.

And forget what I said.

‐ I don't want your help.
Help?

Here's what's gonna happen.

You're gonna take down
every post about me and Trez,

you're gonna stop this
pathetic attempt at a comeback,

pack up your keyboard
and your ugly friend here,

and you're never gonna play
another pop song in your life.

Heard?

‐ Oh yeah?

What if she doesn't?

Jesus fuck!

Oh, come on,
it's a video prop.

Um, yeah, but
it's really sharp though,

so please be careful.

‐ I'm not gonna use it.

Unless you make me.

What?
Babe.

No one's making you.

‐ Fine, okay, no one
is making me do anything.

I'm trying
to own my choices.

Musica, sweetness, musica.

Ooh, what you thinkin', babe?

‐ I don't know,
something funky.

Oh yeah.

Yeah.

Perfect.

Muchas gracias, sweetness.

‐ Welcome.

‐ It's like porn.

The more you
dumpster dive like this,

the more fucked up and bizarre
your tastes are gonna get.

‐ Well, I'll take my chances
with you as my guide.

I'm the only producer I know
who hasn't got a vinyl fetish,

so I guess I should
probably get one.

‐ Yeah, well,
be careful.

My tastes keep getting
sicker and sicker.

Almost nothing's
weird enough to satisfy.

Oh, yes.

Oh my gosh,
it's got instructions.

Are you kidding me?

‐ You're my good luck charm.
‐ You're my dream girl.

‐ Hey, can you play this
for us please?

Yeah, sure.

‐ Hey you got the address?
Yes, sir.

‐ Oh, let me put some music on.

So, uh, since we're beyond
reasonable conversation?

It's up to me
to solve the problem.

What is the problem exactly?

It's that you...

...look a lot like her.

Right?

Old photos
of you look

a little like
new pictures of her.

So you think,
"Stole my look."

Never mind
it's all my design.

‐ I really don't
see the resemblance.

‐ Neither do I.

I spoke to the DJ.

No one has a heart
as big as mine,

and it's just for you,
belongs to you for always.

‐ I love you, Royal.

‐ You, my sweetness,
are simply the sweetest.

So here's the solve.

I could
rearrange your face,

that way she's she and
you're a whole new you.

Everyone's happy.

Is that a no?

Or you could
just remember

that you were nothing
before we met

and keep my material
out of your mouth.

That'd be my preference.

‐ I hate you.

‐ Hm?

She said she hates you.

‐ That's not nice.
‐ You're not nice.

‐ I tried to love you, Royal.

I tried really hard.

But you are not a person
that can be loved

without destruction.

I don't think he even
qualifies as a person anymore.

Maybe he never did.

Don't listen to 'em, babe.

That's just some
toxic envy talking.

No one is blaming you, girl,

but you have got to
get away from this creep

‐ as fast as you can.
Sweetness,

can you change this song?

I'm kind of done with it.

‐ Of course!

Whoa, back off, dude.

Hm, no thanks.

Julie.

What's the mood?
Stop it.

‐ I don't know, something
with a little kick to it.

I got you.

Seriously, dude, I will
halfway fuck you all the way up.

Just stop.

‐ Don't!

No.

No, no, no.

No, no.

‐ I didn't mean to.

Just breathe.

No, Julie,
it's okay, it's okay.

‐ Wow.

I'm gonna go get help.

‐ Wowie.

Wow.

Trez...

‐ I'll call an ambulance.

‐ Wait.

I mean...

It's too late, right?

I don't know.

‐ Besides...

Aren't you kind
of curious to see

what it looks like
when someone dies?

‐ Somebody help!

Help, help, please!

I don't wanna break up.

Well, if we
are staying together,

you better read that book.

Deal.

‐ Are you sure you
don't feel trapped?

(giggling,

Wait, hang on.

What?

‐ Did you hear something?

Thought I heard something.

‐ No.

You didn't hear anything.
Okay.

‐ Fuck.

Just watch, okay?

This is a big moment
and you're not even looking.

‐ We should‐‐we should
really call an ambulance.

It's too late for that.

‐ Playlist?
‐ Shuffled.

‐ Wow, psychic shuffle.

Well done, DJ algorithm.

You know, we should do
a remix with these guys.

Reach out to 'em.

A sort of chill house vibe
for Treasure Me'd be dope.

Julie thinks
it's a good idea.

Does it, um,

does it always
take this long?

‐ You think I know
how long it takes

people to bleed out?

‐ I was just asking.

‐ Let's just watch.

‐ Oh.
What are you doing?

‐ I just want to listen.

Incredible.

Just incredible.

Fuck!

Agh, fuck.

Fuck, fuck it,
fuckin' fuck.

Agh!

What's wrong, babe?

‐ I should
have recorded it.

I'm serious.

You don't think
it would be amazing

to have a recording
of someone's last breath?

You want
a next‐level sample,

that's the fucking
business right there.

‐ Yeah, I‐‐I guess.

‐ Next time.

‐ Babe?
Hm?

‐ We're gonna play Glastonbury
in like two days, right?

‐ That's the plan.

‐ Is that even possible now?

‐ I'm not following.

‐ How are we gonna
deal with her?

‐ Not our problem.

‐ That was your knife,
and now she‐‐

Hey, sweetness.

I mean, come on.

That was an accident.

‐ It didn't look like‐‐
You weren't watching.

She came at me
at a weird angle,

basically ran
into the knife.

That was an accident.

I swear.

‐ An accident.

‐ You do not need
to stress about this.

A whole plan came into my head,
bing, bang, boom.

The minute it happened.

I'll tell the police
the whole thing.

We've got three witnesses
who are on our side.

‐ Babe, those are fans‐‐
‐ This is why we have

a legal team.

For situations
exactly like this.

Hey...

You know,
this might sound wild,

but, uh, I think we
could benefit from this.

This could be
a big win for us.

As strange
as it seems,

this here is justice,
plain and simple.

‐ Unless I'm
really confused,

I don't think that
that girl was the problem.

‐ These women were both
trying to destroy us.

And we're
one step closer

to being safe and free.

Babe, you said

that you were gonna
come talk to Valentine,

‐ and now we have this‐‐
‐ Oh, how do you know

what I said?

‐ You don't listen.
‐ That's‐‐I promise.

You promise what, hm?

You promised
to stay in the car,

and yet here you are.

After all I've done,
you could at least listen.

Babe.

That hurts.

Oh, fuck.

Please bring Val
back in here for me.

It's getting late and
you need your beauty sleep.

You're looking
really tired lately.

9‐1‐1,
what's your emergency?

If someone's there,

can you make a noise
or tap your phone

to confirm you need help?

‐ I'm calling to
report a possible...

Sir?

Sir, please state the
nature of your emergency.

Sir?

Hello, sir,
are you there?

Hello in there?

Are you making
a phone call?

‐ Look who stuck
the fuck around,

you sexy little sneak.

‐ I...I‐‐I...

‐ I'm a huge liar?

You know, I really
don't like it

when people lie to me.

It breaks the social
contract, you know?

‐ Royal...
No, I know

what you're gonna say.

Some lying is
necessary in this life,

and you're right.

But not in an exchange
as beautifully simple

as ours was, no way,
just unacceptable.

‐ I swear I wasn't gonna...
It won't fly.

You can't take advantage
of a guy like me,

I have too much self‐respect.

I couldn't just leave‐‐
Deal's a deal, bud.

This cowering in the corner,
calling the cops on me,

that was not the deal.

‐ I don't want any trouble.

‐ I'm gonna have to argue
with you on that one,

because it kinda seems like
you're asking for trouble.

‐ I promise, I swear,
I will leave right now

and I won't say a
goddamned word to anyone.

‐ I know that.

I'm just waiting to hear
what type of apology

you're gonna cook up for me.

That way, I'll make sure
that you never tell

another lie again.

The world doesn't
need another liar.

‐ Please.
‐ No.

‐ Please!
No, no‐‐no!

We are not doing
begging or bargaining.

We're doing just this.

This is destiny in action.

Oh!

Are we gonna
have a fight?

I don't
wanna hurt you.

I'm the one
with the knife.

We could leave...
together, right now.

‐ Why would I
leave with you?

‐ Because we are
both his victims.

Yuck. I am not a victim.

‐ Does he hit you?

‐ No.

When you're
fooling around, even?

Spank you too hard?

Test your boundaries?
Choke you till you pass out?

Look. He told me
how toxic everything got

between you guys.

You pretend
like you're into it, right?

You even say, "Yeah, I'm
into that kind of thing."

‐ You can't kink‐shame me.

‐ You ignore the fact that
he can't even get it up

if you're enjoying yourself.

‐ He's on a better
path now, Valentine.

Royal is as devoted
to his healing

as he is to our music.

You're about to step
in my dead friend's blood.

Does that shit look
like healing to you?

Look. It took me a long time

to confront the
reality of what he is

and what he did to me.

You should try taking
the responsibility

for your own decisions.
‐ I understand you can't

get there right this minute,
you're too deep in it.

‐ He is the love of my life,

and you're not
gonna use your crazy

to turn me against him.

‐ Trezzure, if we don't
get out of here right now,

we are both gonna wind
up like Julie tonight.

‐ That was an accident.

‐ Truce, okay?

Temporary, five minutes.

Not a chance.

If you leave with me,

I will never play those
songs‐‐my songs‐‐ever again.

‐ Liar.

Christ almighty,
girl, what do you have to lose

except your life?

Let's go.

Please.

You don't need him.

‐ I am done with
this conversation.

‐ Fine.

But no one will
ever love you

like I love you.

No one has a heart

as big as mine.

It's just for you.

It belongs to you for always.

It's a routine.

It's lines, it's lies.

When he is done sucking
the life out of you‐‐

You don't
know squat about us

or what we've been
through together.

You won't know
how to exist without him.

You won't even
remember who you are.

I know
exactly who I am.

Really?

'Cause you look like
a photocopy of me.

The hair.

That your idea or his?

‐ Ours.
‐ The songs.

‐ Ours.

‐ How much weight
have you lost

since you two got together?

‐ Jeez, Trez, you been
eating carbs again?

Thought you said you
were gonna lay off.

‐ You don't know what it's like
being on camera.

Does he take food
out of your hands?

Wow.
‐ Tell you what to eat,

what you can drink or not drink?

The answer's yes.

I know it
'cause I lived it.

I mean, you can
justify it all day,

it was a bit,
an accident,

a bad mood, but it is
none of those things,

it is the real him.

I didn't think
we should come here.

Royal said it would
be easier for you

if we asked you
politely to stop.

‐ Did he mention the part
where he wants my help

writing your second album?

Yeah.

That was my vibe on it too.

Look.

I believe in doing
the difficult thing

when it's the right thing.

I believe in forgiveness,

even for someone
as messed up as you.

But you need to stop lying.

To me, but more
importantly, to yourself.

I feel sorry for you.

I really do.

But if you don't stop
playing our songs,

we'll sue you.

And our people will
bury you in court.

Royal is trying
to bury my body tonight!

Well, maybe
that's your fault.

‐ You're right.

You know what?
It probably is,

it's for sure my fault
for not seeing him

for what he was
before he registered

every song I ever
wrote in his name.

I think that you're a
jealous, manipulative nut job

who couldn't see
how good she had it.

I'm sorry things didn't
pay off quick enough

for you to stick it out‐‐
‐ Oh my God, listen to yourself!

‐ I'm smarter than you!

I see what's good for me.

It's the man
that chose me

and built a career with me.

He recreated me
on your body.

‐ You need some serious therapy.

Babe?

‐ Oh! Oh, sweetness.

Hey, look inside.

‐ Oh my God, your arm!
‐ No, no, no, I'm fine,

I'm fine‐‐look, look,
look, look, look, look!

‐ Oh my God.

You know how in the
movies, it kind of sprays?

Well, this one actually did!

Hey, did you and I
watch Titus Andronicus,

or was that me and Val?

Oh, fuck!

Don't you die on me!

Bam!

That's gonna be
priceless someday.

It can
be a helpful exercise

to thank the you of the past

for giving the present
you an opportunity

to love yourself first.

Put your hand on
your heart center.

Repeat after me:

Thank you for giving me
the chance to love myself.

‐ Thank you for giving me
the chance to love myself.

I am
forever grateful.

‐ I am forever grateful.

If you're
enjoying Coda‐cast,

please subscribe
and leave us a review.

Hey, girl.

We're honored
to be on this journey

of self‐discovery with you.

‐ Rough night?
‐ Sure, yeah.

Rough night number
900 and something?

‐ Ooh. We're gonna
need to get you, like,

19 Band‐Aids for
that hand, huh?

‐ Probably.

Jules.

I think I'm ready.

I'm done punishing myself.

So I couldn't make the world's

most fucked‐up
relationship work,

so what?

I wanna play my music again.

Is that crazy?

No!

Are you kidding?
Not at all.

Dude, I am so proud of you,

and I am so here for this.

Valentine Fawkes,

you got this.

How can I
survive? How can I ever

feel safe again?

You have the right to love
yourself first.

Break free of the prison
of enmeshment.

Feel like annihilation.

Hey, sweetness,
what's wrong?

‐ There is a corkscrew
in your arm...

‐ I promise I'm fine.
‐ ...and another dead person

in this bar!

‐ Well, I was
taken advantage of!

‐ This was your plan
the whole time, wasn't it?

‐ What do you mean?

‐ This!

‐ Of course not!

This was self‐defense!

‐ Oh, I see it all now.

Okay, all right...

‐ Speak up, you're
mumbling again.

‐ I'm sorry,

but I can't
be part of this.

Hey‐‐hey, hey.

Don't use words like that!

It's gonna be okay.

‐ I'm really sorry,
but I have to go.

‐ Absolutely not!

We are a team.

You can't just leave.

I did that for us‐‐for you!

You basically
made me do that.

‐ What?
Seriously.

Don't be mean to me.

That's not
mean, that's honest.

You can't
just tell someone

they have a weak chin.

It's fine, I asked.

I got the real answer.

I gotta live with it.

‐ Who's there?

It's me!

Hi.

"It's me!"

Crazy bitch.

‐ No, no, no, Royal
said I could leave!

Please, please, no!

You don't understand!

Fuck!

If you
want breakthroughs,

you have to break
your patterns.

Your trauma is a gateway,

a path, a staircase
to purpose.

You are responsible for you.

Your resilience
brought you this far,

but now you can
begin to observe how

your triggers are
in fact your teachers.

Because
you're murdering people!

You're a real‐life murderer!

‐ How can you
say that to me?

Self‐defense!

Self‐fucking‐defense!

‐ Are you gonna
kill her too?

Why the fuck
would I do that?

‐ Please, just
tell me the truth.

I can't take this anymore.
‐ You can't take anything.

You've always been weak.

I have to do everything
for us, don't I? Everything.

It's disgusting,
your weakness,

it just disgusts me!

‐ She's why we're
not recording it,

isn't she?

You're waiting for her.

‐ The new stuff sucks, Trez.

It sucks.

If you came to me with
good material, maybe.

‐ You said that it
was getting there.

But I guess it's not.

I guess I'm just her stand‐in.

‐ First, I wanna kill her;

now I like her more than you?

‐ I just want the truth!

Now, look,
I am not indulging

this crybaby routine
for one second longer.

This is not being a good
partner, you hear me?

Yeah, you're being super
manipulative right now.

Hey, look, I need
you to buck up,

stop your sniveling,

and get this thing out of me.

Ow! Gentle!

Gentle.

Okay, go, go.

Mm, mm...

Ooh!

‐ Ohh...
‐ If you puke on me,

maybe I'll kill you next, huh?

Triple murder, because I'm
this real big murderer, right?

Waking up
to really see yourself

is the most terrifying
part of this work.

To break away
from trauma bonds

requires the bravery to
look within and acknowledge

the ugliest things about
yourself and your attachments.

Nothing.

Bummer!

‐ Did you check
the dressing room?

Mm‐hm.

You sure?
‐ Mm‐hm.

‐ Look at me.

Where would you go

if you were my Valentine?

Hi, sweetness.

You're always leaving me.

You know how much that
hurts to be without you?

It hurts me.

You're so mean to me,
so fucking mean to me. Why?

Oh baby. Baby, I'm coming.
I'm coming. Please.

Welcome back.

Ooh...ooh, watch out
for that step, kiddo!

Haven't been too
graceful, have you?

Guess we'll have to get you
into some dance classes

to tighten up that
little potbelly of yours.

This is great!

Huh? Isn't this great?

Finally a moment
with me and my girl.

‐ What do you want
with me, Royal?

‐ Come again?

‐ What do you want with me?

Hm?

You...you want me
to disappear forever?

‐ Why would I want that?

You want me to die?

‐ No.

‐ I think you do.

‐ I don't, that's not‐‐

What
are you waiting for?

Uh, my consent?

You have it.

I consent, okay?

Just kill me,
get it over with.

‐ Stop it, I don't like it.

Aww, Royal!

Baby!

Just do what you came
here to do, okay?

I want it.

Give it to me.

‐ Why are you
being so mean to me?

‐ Oh my God!

Mean, mean.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
that's right, that's me.

That's me,
the big meanie!

‐ Stop it!
No, no, no, no, no.

No.

You don't get it.

I'm not afraid of you and
your psycho bullshit anymore.

You know what?

You took my life
away once, baby.

Just take it again, okay?

Do it again.

For real this time.

‐ Please, stop!

‐ If you want me dead,
fucking bring it on.

Don't bitch out on me now!

Come on.

You know what?

I...I welcome the chance
to never think of you

ever, ever again.

Death? Death sounds
like a fucking vacation

from the hell that you have
made for me in this world.

‐ You left me!

Remember?

You broke my heart!

Aww, Royal!

I cordially invite you to suck

the biggest possible
bag of dicks.

I mean, surplus size.

There is not enough therapy,

guided meditation, or
future‐self‐fucking journaling

in this world
to fix even one quarter

of what you broke in me.

I'm fucking broken, dude.

You won.

You killed my last ally, so...

just hurry it up and kill me.

‐ I don't wanna kill you! God!

I mean, I...

I came here to, you know,
ask you for a little help.

‐ Good fucking job!

Bravo!
‐ Shut up.

Just shut the fuck up.

Shut up.

Guess you're...

when I think about it...

I just want you.

I want you back!

‐ What?

Let's get
back together, Val.

Don't fucking laugh at me,
I'll fucking kill you.

No, I love you‐‐hey, no.

We are destined
to be together.

‐ You're just gonna touch me,
huh, like you own me?

You're the fucking
devil, you know that?

‐ Listen, listen.

She is not half
the woman you are.

I just‐‐I just worked
with what I could get,

you know?

She's garbage compared
to you, I mean, really.

‐ I told you!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Let's start over, okay?

You and me,
let's start over. All right?

All that I ever wanted
was for you to come back

and apologize for
hurting my feelings, you know?

But I see it,
I see it,

I see it now,
you are so sorry.

‐ Yeah, I'm the sorriest
girl in Los Angeles

since the day we met.

Yeah.
And you know what?

You don't have
to worry about Trezzure

or anything anymore.

You know why?

Because you're right.

She stole everything
that belongs to you,

and it's high time that
you got the relationship

and the life
that you deserve.

You know what?

You're not wrong about that.

Shockingly not wrong.

‐Yeah. We could play
Glastonbury this weekend.

Huh? You and me?

Finally...

fulfilling our destiny.

Huh?

I think maybe
they closed early.

‐ Hey, man, we wanted
to use our drink...

tickets?

‐ Can I help you?

‐ Hey, we're just
gonna head back.

Yeah, we didn't
mean to interrupt.

It's fine.

Hey, look, I'm sorry
you have to go like this,

it's not my preference.
‐ Hey, stop!

What are you doing?!

You interrupted
a private moment!

‐ Let us out! Help!

‐ It's bad timing
on your part, man.

You're a musician, right?

Guitarist, huh?

Guitarists are supposed
to be better listeners.

That was some
very bad listening.

Shh!

Relax, relax, relax.

A little advice from
one pro to another?

Gotta learn how to read a room!

It's crucial.

‐ Nick, fuck!

Take it...easy!

Just relax, that's it.

Trez, will you get her
back in here for me now?

‐ I can do this
if you'd rather not.

‐ I've got it, babe!

No problem!

Hey, get me a
towel while you're at it.

Sweetness?

‐ Which sweetness did you mean?

Her...

or me?

‐ Put that down.

‐ Okay.

I am...

breaking...

up with...

you!

‐ Holy...

Wow.

‐ Yeah.

Wowie.

Where are you...
‐ Gotta puke.

Considerate
of you to use the bathroom

after all this.

Oh, oh, oh‐‐
hey, hey, hey, okay,

okay, come here.

There there, friend.

He's gone now.

Which means that
you can go ahead

and take the slander
about me stealing your act

off of your social media
before I sue you.

I'm sorry?

‐ Oh.

I just want to be super clear.

You...you were right about him.

But that's no
reason to punish me!

‐ Are you...are you gonna
get a different look?

Different songs?

‐ Why would I do that?

‐ Because they're mine.

‐ We're not best friends just
'cause the same guy screwed us.

‐ Even those are mine!

‐ Okay, crazy, listen.

I worked hard for
my success, and‐‐

No.
That success isn't yours.

He took it from me.

‐ We took it.

‐ What?

It's not my
problem that I did your thing

better than you.

‐ Give me back
my fucking sunglasses.

‐ Oh, come on.

Are you kidding?

My sunglasses.

My face.

My songs.

‐ Thank you for
giving me the chance

to love myself.

I am forever grateful.

Thank you, friends!

I am so glad that
you all could make it

to this super
special secret show,

just for my most
super special fans.

I am just totally
in love with all of you!

And here's a crazy thing
about being in love:

Sometimes, in love,

we start to betray
our true selves

to become more desirable.

To become what we think
the other person wants most.

But that isn't real love.

Real love is being
your most authentic,

honest self.

And I am ready to be
my authentic self

with every single one
of you from now on.

Not a character,

not a product,

but the real me.

The original me.

Would you guys like to
hear a brand‐new track?

‐ What if she just
went totally ape shit

and like...

Murdered everyone.

‐ Hi, friends!

Acting!

‐ Oh my God!

Put that down.

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