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"Could we live it
over again,

were it worth the pain?

Could the passionate past
that is fled

call back its dead?"

Oscar wilde.

"Roses and rue."

Tristan.

Joseph.

Jesus. What time is it?

It's time for you
to rise and shine.

It's a beautiful morning
out there.

Is it?

Well, of course, it is.

It's the city of angels,
my friend.

How are you feeling?

Sound. Yeah, I feel sound.
Bit tired is all.

Late one again
last night?

Honestly,
i can't remember.

Caitlin with you?

No, no. Just a few friends.

Needed a break from all that.

Oh, no, trouble
in paradise?

It's not that. It's just...

She doesn't understand me
sometimes, that's all.

What doesn't she understand?

My world's very different

from hers, you know?

Sometimes, it gets to be
a bit too much and...

- I can't seem to find...
- - Balance?

Yeah. Balance.

Yeah. Well, I could see
the problem with that.

She's not used to dating
somebody like you.

She's used to normal guys,
normal jobs, normal lives.

That's gotta be tough.

Maybe I should be
more understanding.

Try to relate more.

Put myself in her shoes.

How can you, though?

You've got everything a man
could wish for.

Sometimes that presents

its own set
of unique challenges.

Listen. Don't get me wrong, I...

I do love her to bits. But...

We're not just supposed
to have a laugh.

You know, a bit of banter?

Not this constant,
fucking criticism

and trying to change me.

Well, it sounds like

you might need
to be alone for a while.

Consider sowing your wild oats.

Sometimes,
despite our best intentions,

things are just not meant to be.

Yeah. Maybe you're right.

Yeah. Maybe I am.

Maybe I'm not.

As I always remind you,
I'm not god.

But if I were to give you
my professional advice,

you need time out, my friend.

Thanks, Joseph.

Always helps
to get an early session in.

As your therapist, Tristan,

I am here for you anytime,
night or day. You just call.

You're a lifesaver.

No. That is what
you're paying me for.

Now rise, Mr. Tristan Blake.

You have a big day ahead of you.

Great things await.

Goodbye, Joseph.

Go got them, Tristan.

It's another
beautiful day in paradise.

Temps are 70s at the beaches
and 80s in the valley.

Hey, stay tuned

'cause we got a hot show
for you today!

Hot!

Is this Tristan?

Tristan? Tristan Blake?

- Hello?
- -Tristan! Thank god, man.

I've been trying to get a hold
of you all night, man.

I thought you might've,
uh, drove into a ditch.

- What's, what's happening?
- Nothin'. I'm alive. Barely.

What's going on?

Well, I'm pretty sure
you took my car

from the valet last night.

Do you remember that?

Fuck, man. I must have
mixed it up with my one.

Can you... can you check
your genitalia?

Do you have your cock and balls?

Hanging on by a fucking thread.

Blake, you know you
didn't drive last night, right?

Yeah.

Sam, I'm fucking glad
one of us remembers.

Yeah.

Look, I'm just glad
you're all right, buddy.

Um, is the car in one piece?

Yeah, yeah. It's grand.

All good, buddy. All good.
Not a scratch on it.

Can you bring it to me?

Yeah, well, listen, sorry
about that again, good man.

I must've been out
of my fucking mind.

- Are you at home?
- - Yeah.

I'll be here all day.

You know, I was worried
you totaled it.

You weren't...

In the best shape,
believe me, man.

No, no.

Buddy, I'm solid as a rock
behind the wheel.

Even poleaxed, you know that.

Well, I suppose
you've had enough practice.

All right, man.
I'll see you later, okay?

Take care of my baby.

- I will. I will, buddy.
- - Please.

She'll be back to you.
Don't worry.

- Okay, I'm not
-bye.

Completely convinced.

You are trying to give me

a fucking heart attack.

Do I even wanna know

why you aren't
in New York right now,

or at the very fucking least
on a plane there?

Let me guess.

You went out with your
fuckwit friends last night,

and now you're too hungover
to take a shit, let alone fly.

God. Talk about a shower
of useless alcoholic cunts.

Jeez, Louise.
That's a bit harsh, isn't it?

Even for you.

Oh, go fuck yourself.

You're spiraling
out of control again, tris.

I'm gonna call you some morning,

and it's gonna be a doctor
answering your phone

instead of you,
as he stands over your dead,

booze-riddled shit stain
of a smear of a corpse.

You can't act like
you're a machine forever.

I'm flying today.
Have I missed a call time yet?

No. Not for lack
of trying, jackass.

Look. I'm packing right now,
i swear.

I'll be first on the plane.

I'll believe that
when I see it.

And while you're at it,
don't be seen again

with that embarrassing
brown sack of shit

you call a suitcase.

'Cause it is not romantic.
It is ugly.

And every time
you're photographed at the lax,

you look like a runaway hobo.

It has sentimental value.

Well, so did my
pretty, pretty Princess panties

before I lost my virginity,

but I haven't worn those
in years.

That's 'cause I said
there's more holes on them.

Don't you even. Zip it.

And I tell you now,
if you want new jeans,

then you're stuck onto...
To those.

They still fucking fit,
you asshole.

Perfectly. Like a glove,
I'll have you know.

Just... will you take it easy
and be on that plane?

Now what did I just say?

Don't be late. Be on the plane.

And?

No bag.

Please, do us all a favor.

For fuck's sake.

Jesus Christ.

Where the fuck are you?

What are you on about?

The church, Tristan.

Everyone's waiting.
The entire fucking town, Stan.

We're all ready.

We're just waiting on you.
Where the fuck are you?

Church?

Yeah.
You've heard of it.

The big stone building
god lives in.

You better be on your way.

Listen, I'm not falling
for this one, gráinne.

That's not till
the fifth of June.

May, Tristan!

Fifth of fucking may!

I'm in la.

- La?
- Yeah. That's what I just said.

Are you fucking kidding me?

You'd better be fucking joking
with me, Tristan.

No. I'm not. I'm in la.

Where, I don't know.

But I know I'm not back
in that fucking cunt of aspas.

You're gonna break
your sister's fucking heart.

I hope you know that.

Jesus. I said,
I'm fucking sorry, like.

I do have other things
going on in my life, you know.

You know,
you're a selfish little prick.

It's always been about you.

Everything's always been
about you!

Yeah, well, I'm sure
i won't be that selfish

when I'm stung with the bill.

I won't need to be there
for that, now, will I?

What the hell happened
to you, Tristan?

Nothing.
I've always been this way.

I'm just glad
that your mother

isn't here to see this.

To see what sort of man
you've become.

Yeah. Better off, I'd say.

Indeed.

If she was, it'd fucking
kill her all over again.

Hey, darling,

I was just about to call you.

Don't even bother,
Tristan.

The funny thing is,

I love you more than anything.

I would do anything for you.

And this is how you treat me.

What's worse,
this is how you treat yourself.

Okay. Sweetheart, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

What does that mean?

I'm sorry
I thought you would change.

I'm sorry
you lie to me constantly.

I'm sorry you're selfish.

I'm sorry you're a drunk.

I'm sorry you're a drug addict.

And most of all, I'm so sorry

you are such
an incredible coward.

Listen. Wait a minute, now.

I'm clean...

I'm clean as a whistle.

And with me and you? Listen.

I'm trying as fucking best
i can here, all right?

So please give me a break.

Go try somewhere else.

I'm done.

I never wanna see
you again, Tristan.

Do you hear me?

I hope you die.

I hope you go die,
because as far as I'm concerned,

you're already dead to me.

You're already dead
to all of us.

Hey, angel.

Darlin'.

I know you're not
gonna tell me

what all this fuss
is about tonight,

so I'm not even gonna ask.

How are you?

Excited about my surprise.

Me, too.

And you're sure
you wanna give up today for me?

I'm sure.

You are?

I've never been more sure
about anything in my whole life.

I have you to thank for that.

No, angel.

You have yourself
to thank for that.

Listen, darlin',

I checked my phone
and the highways are packed,

so I'm gonna take
surface streets instead.

Looks like I'll be with you
in a little over an hour.

Countin' the minutes already.

Me, too.

I love you.

I love you, too.

How are you now?

Declan?

Dec? You there?

Tristan! That you?

Yeah, man. Sorry,
didn't know you were on nights.

I can call back.

Well, hang on.
Hang on there a minute.

Oh, Jesus, man. That's better.

What's going on?
It's been forever, man.

Listen, I have a favor
to ask you.

Yeah, anything, man.
What's up?

You would be able to round up
the boys the first week of July?

Sure, I can.

Tell me you're finally
coming home to us now.

Something like that.

Listen, if you can do that
for me, it'd be great.

I'm on it, buddy.
Consider it done.

How is the family?

Ah, they're all good.

Cathy just started
primary school,

can you believe it?

Man, time is just flyin'.

You watch the united game?

Oh, it was dark, man.
I wish I didn't.

Only for Rooney,
we're dead and buried.

Keeping us alive this year.

Come on,
he keeps us alive every year.

He's all we've got.

It's gonna take us years, man,
to get a team back.

Yeah.

Everything takes time,
all right.

It sure does.

Com'ere. You all right, man?
You sound a bit off.

Yeah, yeah. I'm sound, man.
I'm just a bit tired is all.

Ah, too many
Hollywood parties.

That's what's wrong with you.

Do you want it now? Do you?

No, no.
I'm off the circuit now, dec.

Clean living.

More exhausted
than I've ever been.

Fuck, it's not easy.

But I keep telling myself
it's all worth it.

Yeah, I'll believe that

when I see it, buddy.

You fuckin' animal, you.

Com'ere, what's wrong
with your pint anyway?

Take it easy on yourself,
will you?

Nothing. Fifty of them
is a different story, though.

You do know me.

Well, that's true, man.

You did always like
a bit more than the rest of us.

But sure, you could handle it.

You're a party animal, man.
That's what you do.

Not anymore. Honestly, buddy.

Ah, that's great, man.
Proud of you.

I won't lie,
I won't put money on you,

but, uh, I'm proud of you.

Com'ere, got on to your old lad
there the last day.

Just to check up on him.

You know, he's doing all right.

I'll tell you why, he's
as stubborn as ever, that one.

That'll never change.

Listen, I appreciate that
though, dec.

How's work going?
You all right for a few pound?

Oh, com'ere,
I'm sound, buddy,

hold on to what you have.

For god's sake.

I saw your last movie anyway.
You might need it, buddy.

You'll be back here grafting
with me in no time,

making shite like that.

Go fuck yourself.
It wasn't that bad.

What? Grafting me now,
or that shit movie?

Both.

At least I got
paid well for the film.

Com'ere,
I've seen better acting

in Cathy's pre-school plays,
buddy.

Ah, no. It's not bad.

Someone has to give you
some shite for it.

Although that chick there,
she'd some pair of tits on her.

Tell me now, you're after
eating the box of her.

No, no. Not anymore, buddy.

Don't worry, the critics
have you covered on that one.

On the tits?

That's a pity.

Arra. Some things fucking
never change, boy.

Com'ere, sorry, man.
Gotta run here.

The foreman's on my back.

Jesus, man,
if cunts were scarce,

this lad make two.

Well, take care of yourself.

Will... I'll sort all that out
with the boys for you.

Thanks, man.
Really good chatting to you.

Yeah. Likewise, man.

- Take it easy, buddy.
- - You too.

Tristan, my man. Joseph here.

Let me know
when you're free to talk.

Tristan!

Joseph again.

Wanted to make sure
you got my first message.

Mr. Blake, it's Dr. lynch.

Listen, I've been going over

your previous addiction
treatment history.

And I have a concern,

I need to discuss with you
as soon as possible.

Can you please call me back...

- Hello.
- - Tristan, my man.

Joseph. Look.

I can't really talk right now.
I've a lot going on,

- so maybe we can...
- - Yeah, what's up?

A lot, man, just a lot.

Look, I really gotta go.

And I'm also driving,
so I shouldn't be on the phone.

Oh, come on, now.

I know you've got
that fancy car.

It's got a hands-free system.

- It has.
- - So, we're good.

So where you off to,
my man?

The palisades.

Aren't you supposed
to be on set right now?

Who you going to see?

You get my voicemail, Joseph?

Yes, and yes.
Payment received.

You never fail on payments.
You're always good on payments.

Very deep pockets.

Super. So we're all square.

Look, Joseph, I'm feeling
really, really good today.

I've actually never felt better,
so no need for a session.

I've really got to run,
all right?

Okay, movie star.
You are the boss.

Here if you need me.

Bye, Joseph.

- Hello?
- Dad.

I hope it's not
too late for you.

Ah, no. No, son.

I don't have to be up early
anyway.

The cows are calving.

It's really good to hear
your voice, dad.

How are you feeling?

Oh, sure, I'm grand.
I'm grand. I'm great.

I always feel great, son.

That's great, dad.
That's really great.

So, uh,
when are you coming home?

Listen, dad,
i have a favor to ask you.

Yeah. Go on. Go on.

Anything at all, son.
Anything at all.

I would really love for you

to fly out here
in the first week of July.

Ah! No, no, no.
Sure, I'm fine here, son.

And who would look
after the farm, huh?

Who will make sure everything's
in running order?

- It...
- Dad, you don't...

What? No. No, look.

You just come home
whenever you're ready, son.

All right. I'm here.

Kept your room just the same,

and your mother put
the kettle on for tea.

I can't come home, dad.

I have to work over here
all summer.

What?
Can't you take holidays?

It's not that simple.

Yes, but you're working
all the time.

You just take
your entitled days.

It's the law.

With my job, it's different.

Look, I'll come home when I can,

but, for once,

I would really love for you
to just come out here.

I beg you, dad.

I can't.
Enough of that talk for now.

Right, I have to go
and feed the cows.

I'll talk to you later.

You just come home
whenever you're ready.

I'll wait. There's no panic.

Dad, you don't have
to feed the cows.

What are you
talking about?

Nothing.
Look, I'll talk to you later.

Take care of yourself, please.

Which I always do.

I know, dad.

All right.
Goodbye, now, Tristan, bye.

I love you.

Hello?

Movie star.

Joseph, I thought I told you
i was really busy today.

Oh, no, you did.

But I could hear it
in your voice.

You sound fragile.

And I just wanna make sure
you're okay.

I'm fine.
Thanks for reaching out.

You know,
this often happens

when a patient passes
a traumatic milestone.

"Traumatic milestone,"
what are you talking about?

Are you kidding me?
It's your anniversary.

Don't tell me you don't know.

It's the one-year anniversary
of your sobriety, man.

It's your sober day.

Yeah. I guess it is.

And it's normal

to experience
feelings of anxiety

around this stage, you know?

Are you feeling stressed out?
Are you feeling listless?

You're having
a hard time sleeping,

dealing with your emotions?

Trouble with your memory?

Yeah. That's every day, Joseph.
Look, I've really got to go.

I was afraid
this was gonna happen.

What was?

Transference.

Please just talk normal to me
for once.

For fuck's sake,
i can't be googling shit

while I'm driving.

Oops, no,
I'm sorry. I...

What I mean is this,

"when you think
that you don't need me,

that's when you really need me."

Who are you, nanny McPhee?

Look, I appreciate your help,
but I don't need it anymore.

I'm healthy. I'm clean.

I don't need a therapist.

So, you have no
other doctor?

It was just me,
and you've stopped therapy?

Yeah. That's what
i keep telling you.

I'm keeping things together
just fine on my own.

There's no one else.

I don't even want
to use anymore.

I'm feeling great.

Good.

You just have
to be careful, Tristan.

I am.

A relapse
can happen in an instant.

In moments, everything you love,

everything you hold dear,
can be taken from you.

Do you understand
what I'm telling you?

Yeah. Of course, I do.
I'm not going to relapse.

Okay, well...

And you sound confident
enough about it.

But, before I go, I wanna
tell you a little story.

I think you'll like it.

Do I have a choice?

Yes, of course,
you have a choice.

You see, you always have
a choice.

That's the beauty of it all.

The choice is yours.

Well, that's a relief.

You're a funny guy.
No wonder people love you.

Okay. So, there was this kid,
Luke Smith,

from... not his real name.

From Jersey, and about your age.

Tough childhood.

Parents beat him,
burned him with cigarettes

when they weren't actually
ignoring him completely.

They were addicts,

so, of course,
he became an addict too.

Like parents, like son, right?

Anyway,
by the time he came to me,

he was in a very rough shape.

But he worked on himself,
long and hard.

He stayed committed,
together we got him clean.

I got him clean.

Like I did with you.

And then, much like you,
he met a girl.

An incredible girl.

And he rushed right into things.

He thought he loved her.

But he just loved the idea
of loving her.

But he was fragile,

and he had never
experienced true love,

or any love for that matter.

The relationship
was everything to him.

And it was the strength
of the love,

the power of that relationship,

that destroyed him.

At first, I was there
to help him,

but as her hold on him
grew stronger,

he pushed me out.

He told me he was okay,

that he was ready to move on,

he could handle things
on his own.

Any of that sound familiar?

I told him what I told you,
he wouldn't listen.

Had he listened to me,

he would have taken things
a lot slower,

they'd be together today.

Instead, he relapsed,
and she left him,

and he's right back
where he started.

Alone, and a fuckup,
and a loser.

Um, I shouldn't use
that language. I'm sorry.

It's not very therapeutic.
But you get my drift.

Yeah, well, that's that guy.

I'm not that guy.

I'll never go back there again.

Yeah. Well,
you're a confident guy.

And it's very impressive.

But you need
to listen to me, Tristan.

You think you're in control,
and you're not.

Do you hear me?

You are at a critical juncture
in your life.

Things could turn on a dime.

And they could be
turning already.

Joseph, I told you. I'm fine.

Tristan.

I care about you.

All I want is to look out
for your well-being

and protect your best interests.

You've already established

that you can't make decisions
for yourself.

You think you're a man,
but you're like a child.

All right.

Look, we'll connect
in person soon.

I just wanna make sure
that you're all right.

Look, Joseph.

Please don't call me again
from a private number.

You know I don't like answering
unknown callers.

You, of all people,
should know that.

Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

I hear you.

But you must remember
how important...

I really am fine.

Mr. Blake,
it's Dr. lynch again.

I haven't heard from you

and I've had
to leave the office.

It is extremely urgent
that we speak.

I will be available
on my home line all night,

so please, at your earliest
possible convenience,

return my call.

Thank you.

Will probably cost me triple
calling her at the house.

Tristan.

Tristan, how long
have we known each other?

How long have I slaved away
on your behalf?

And, and after all
we've been through,

this, this is how you treat me?

Come on,
you're unbelievable, man.

Richard, come on.
You're getting hysterical.

Yeah? Well, the truth
makes me hysterical, Tristan.

The truth is, you're my agent.

So, deal with this.
This is the gig.

Tristan, I'm an agent,
not a fucking genie.

Okay, it's a 100-million-dollar
production, dude.

You're out of your mind!

I told you my availability
when we made this deal.

I couldn't make it to set
until tomorrow.

I was crystal clear.
What didn't you understand?

Honestly,
I thought you were joking.

Okay, we all did.
For god's sakes.

Joking, or high.

- Richard, come on.
- -No, no. You come on.

When a huge studio
says they need you on a set

at a certain time,
on a certain day,

and they're paying you
ten million dollars to be there,

you cancel your fucking facial,
throw your shit in a bag,

and fly a day early.

- And I don't get a say?
- - No! You don't.

You do not. You're putting
this project on the line.

And by project,
I mean, your ass.

Okay, I, I don't wanna
hurt your feelings,

- but this sounds more like...
-What? Sounds what?

Sounds more Hemingway?

Yes. It does, okay?

And he'll be calling.

I doubt that.

Alex doesn't have
my number. Thank fuck.

He does now.

Excuse me?

Hey, if I didn't,
he threatened to leave.

Maybe, you should
represent talent

that doesn't threaten then.

Threaten what?
My livelihood?

Is that like
you're doing right now?

Thanks for the advice.

But I'll take that
into consideration

the next time I take on
a rising star.

It's Hollywood.

Everyone's a rising star
until they start falling.

He's different.

Of course, he is.

He has his agent
helping him ride the coattails

of his number one client.

Wouldn't that be great, Richard,
if we all had that?

A free fucking ride to the top.

Everyone would be a star.

We'd run out of room
on the fucking posters.

Oh, come on,
give him a break.

He's a good kid.

He's an empty-headed dollar
sign, that's what he is.

Is he the 6-1-7 calling?

The shit show now begins,
thanks to you, Richard.

Tristan, please,
don't fuck this up for me.

I'm overextended.

The cars, tricia's surgeries,

the kids' schools, that dui...

The bank's gonna foreclose
on my house.

You wanna see me

and my family homeless?

Screw you, Richard.

You make more money
than I do, for fuck's sake.

Yeah, fuck. I do.

Look. Whatever. All right?

Just fix it.

For all our sakes. Please.

And why am I doing
your job again?

Hey, I tried.

I've been on
the goddamn phone all morning,

but I'm just one man, okay?

There's only so much I can do.

Now, just talk to Hemingway.
Calm him down.

We can't lose this one.

We can't? Or ye can't?

We! Look, after this,

you can go right back to those

independent low-budget
heaps of shit you love so much.

Do this film, pal,

and your career is bulletproof.

Jesus.
Some fucking agent you are.

What a client you are.

Help me out on this one.
I'm begging you.

You always beg.

You're a money-crazed puppy
in a brioni suit.

So what? So what?
This is it. Last one, okay?

And don't be giving out
my numbers to strangers again.

I have to go get a new one now.

It's a pain in the fucking hole.

What?
Who, who did I give it out to?

- Joseph.
- - Oh, yeah.

Well, I thought
that would be okay.

I mean,
he's your therapist, right?

He was my therapist. Past tense.

Next time, run it by me.

Have to go. Wee pest is on
the other line, thanks to you.

About fucking time
you answered!

- I'm sorry. Who is this?
- - Oh.

Hey, you know what? Okay, look.
I'm not sure how they do things

back in potato-ville,
but out here...

"Potato-ville"?

If I can remember correctly,
we built your country.

Okay, you know what?

I'll give you
the full fucking resumé later,

starting with the fact
that I've been

under contract
at Warner's for...

Sounds like you skipped
straight to the resumé.

You know,
at least mine

doesn't have
a train wreck at the top.

What, tell me yours again?

Every drug known to man,

a Maserati facedown
in a swimming pool,

more abortions
than the catholic church,

a fucking bicycle wreck
that almost killed you.

- A motorbike.
- - What?

- It was a motorbike.
- That's what I said.

No, you said a bicycle.

You see, a motorbike
is like a bicycle,

except with a motor.

Hence, why they call it
a motorbike.

Jesus fucking...

I know
what a fucking motorbike is.

- I'm just making sure.
- - Whatever!

Look, for as long
as you've been doing this,

apparently, you haven't learn
one fucking thing about the biz.

- Listen, tre.
- - Hey.

Only my family calls me that.

I'm happy you finally got
a taste of success.

But that doesn't mean

you can go around
threatening people.

That's just not how it works.

"How it works"? Wait, wait...

You think you know this town
better than me?

No. I'm not saying

that's not how it works
in this town.

I'm saying,
that's not how it works, period!

Oh, fuck you, Blake!

Since Richard didn't have
the balls

to explain shit to you before,
I'll do it now.

I never liked you.

I wasn't a fan then,
and I'm certainly not a fan now.

The only reason I took this job

was to work with this director
to enhance my career.

I definitely didn't do it

to work
with a deadbeat drug addict

that despite his many fuckups,

everyone still seems to like.

Why? I don't fucking know.

It's a fucking mystery to me,
to be honest.

The only reason you got the job
in the first place, tre,

is because
this deadbeat drug addict

allowed his pussy of an agent

to piggyback
his fucking pussy of a client

on top of me
as part of the deal.

- Bullshit!
- Ask him.

- I will.
- Enjoy.

- By the way...
- - What?

Our on-screen tension

is gonna come across
quite authentic tomorrow.

Which should
benefit you perfectly.

Because your acting
is utter shite.

Oh, fuck you, Blake!

I'm gonna fucking...

Enough of him for one day.

Fuck that shitehead.

Tristan.

- Hey.
- - Hi.

You finally have time for me.

Yeah, sorry.
It's been a crazy day.

Everything okay?

Mm-hm, yeah.

I just wanted to see
how you're doing.

I've been better,
if you want the truth.

You haven't...

No, no.

Nothing like that.

Just work.

I see you're doing
a new big budget movie.

That's exciting.

Everyone here's raving about it.

I guess it is big.

Who am I talking to?

You never got excited
about anything.

When do you start?

Actually, that's where
the "been better" is.

What do you mean?

Oh, just a mix-up
with work dates, that's all.

Some stupid Hollywood thing.

- Should all work out okay.
- - Why?

What have you gone
and done now, Tristan?

I've done nothing.

Well, it can't be nothing

if there's a problem,
now, can it?

I'm just doing what I want to do
for once in my life.

Not what everyone else
wants me to do

for their own benefit.

Oh, please.
When is that new?

Look, whatever it is,
just fix it, okay?

Oh, don't worry, siobhán.

The golden goose
will still lay when asked.

The fucking cheek of it!

Well, you only call
when you want something.

So, what else
am I supposed to think?

Oh, yeah.
Always right. Always right!

- Well, fucking, aren't I?
- - No.

You fucking aren't!

Siobhán! Is there anything
you want in particular?

Oh, too busy
for family now. Is that it?

And, no, there is nothing
I want from you, Tristan.

I was just checking in on you.

Checking in on my brother.

Is that a crime?

You sure about that?

Oh, fuck you, Tristan!

Okay. Gotta go.
Talk to you later, sis.

Love you. Goodbye.

Tristan...

So, how is
Hollywood's main attraction

of constant fuckups?

Splendid. How is Hollywood's
most sarcastic cunt?

Fantastic!
So, a no-show again.

Well done. At least this time

we can go out
in a Blaze of glory.

Ah, we'll be okay.

I told them I wouldn't be in
on day one, so this time,

I'm actually in the right.
Can you believe it?

No, Tristan, I can't.

Skipping a 100-million-dollar
feature on day one,

you better be well
in the fucking right.

I am, this time. I really am.

Tristan, don't you go
fucking lying to me.

I'm serious, honestly.

All right, okay.

So, what is so important that
you're missing your first day?

And, more importantly,
how come I don't know about it?

- It's personal.
- - Oh, fuck personal.

I've been dealing with
your personal shit for years.

Give me a cock, a beard,
and that accent,

and I could practically be you,
so what the fuck is it?

Caitlin.

Wah!

Just say it, Louise.

Not that grinning, all-nice,

walking bowl of frosting

pretending to help people
and shit,

bitch of a Southern cupcake!
Come on.

First off, she's a doctor.
So helping people is her job.

Secondly,
you haven't even met her.

But she's the Southern bitch
i happen to love, Louise.

So please, go easy on her.

Oh, please.

I've met way more than enough

coming and going over the years
to know it will not last.

And I've gone easy on you,
way too fucking easy.

- This one is different.
- - Look.

It's you
that I care about, okay?

Not some Southern peach

looking to spend her days
strolling rodeo drive

and telling her friends
on Facebook

from her hometown of 50

that she's made it
to the big time.

Always so supportive.

Well, I was supportive
with Sarah,

who actually wasn't that bad,

until she ran off with your cat
and your new car.

I was semi-hesitant
with Patricia,

but only because with that body,

I would have fucked
that girl myself.

But, good god, she would have
snorted up Jack frost

if she had the chance.

And, finally, oh, Tara.

The best of the lot,
good ol' Tara. Remember Tara?

She managed, in a single month,

to fuck your co-star,
blame you for it,

blackmail you
for thousands of dollars,

and, wait a minute, I think
she actually did fuck Patricia.

Yeah.

She wasn't one
of the best decisions

I've ever made, all right?

Like you've ever made
any good decisions, Tristan.

Where do you find these girls?
Seriously!

Okay, will you just please

promise me that you'll try
not to do something stupid.

Like, I don't know...

Marry it?

- Louise.
- - Oh, god, what?

When people aren't too sure,
they walk.

When I'm not too sure...

No, you run and jump.

You stupid Irish fuck.

Oh, god!

All right. Well, I just better
go prepare damage control,

in case the worst
ends up happening,

which is absolutely inevitable.

And, also, why haven't you
hired an assistant yet?

Why would I?

When I have my guardian angel
always looking over me.

Oh, go fuck yourself.
You can't afford me.

- Dad?
- - Hello?

- Yeah, dad?
- - That you, Tristan?

It is. Everything all right?

Ah, yeah.
Everything's grand.

- Are you sure?
- - Yeah, no, I'm positive.

Hey, it's my job
to worry about you.

Not the other way around.

I know.

- So?
- - So what?

You called me, dad.

Ah, ah. Yeah, yeah. No.

I seen you on the telly there,
doing an interview and...

The weather looks great
out there.

Yeah. It's always sunny,
all right.

Yeah. No wonder
you never want to come home. Ha!

Anyway, I decided
and I think I should go.

Go where, dad?

I should go over
to America to see you.

- What?
- What do you mean, "what?"

I've just told you. I'm going
to come visit you in America.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, of course, I'm sure.

It's just la is far,

and it wasn't fair
for me to ask you.

Ah, no, no.
I think it'll be good to go.

Right? And I, I could
get someone here to,

to look after the farm
while I'm gone.

Of course. Sure, Declan
will look after that for you.

Aye, aye. Now, uh...

What's the best way
for me to get there?

Huh? You still there, Tristan?

Yeah, yeah. Listen, no worries.

I'll book the ticket
and sort out everything for you.

All you need to do is ask Susan,

and make sure your passport
is still valid, all right?

Actually, will you get Susan
on the phone there for me, dad?

You're gonna love it out here.

And I can't wait for you
to meet Caitlin.

Jesus, dad. I've been...

I've been waiting
a long time for this.

Now that you're feeling better,

- I'll be able to bring you
- who?

To all the sites
we talked about.

Who... who is this?

- What?
- - Who is this?

- It's Tristan.
- - Who?

Tristan.

Tristan?

Yes, dad. It's Tristan.

I... yeah, um...

I don't know any Tristan.

Yes, you do. I'm your son.

No, no. I don't...
I don't have a son.

Is this some kind of joke,
is it? Huh? Who is this?

Dad, calm down.

You called me.

- It's your son, Jim.
- Who are you?

Jim, I'm Susan,
you're nurse.

And on the phone
is your son, Tristan.

That is your son, Tristan.

Well, I have no son.

Just give me
the phone, Jim, please.

Ah, no, no, no.

You're not getting...

Jim, be a good man,
now, just give me the phone.

Hello, Tristan.

Yeah, Susan,
is everything all right?

Yeah, listen, Tristan.

Your father is in no condition
to talk right now.

I'm really sorry. It's just not
a good time, okay?

Where's my jacket?

Where's my jacket?
I have to feed the cows.

There are cows that need feeding
at the park.

- Jim.
- You have it?

Jim, come here to me now.

- Why?
- Jim...

Where the bloody hell
is my jacket?

- Huh? Where?
- So sorry, Tristan. Jim!

Jim!

Look, Hemingway, I'm really not
in the fucking mood.

Hemingway?

Who's Hemingway?

Oh, come on. Fuck off, Joseph!

...makes smarter movies.

I guess that's what I'm saying.

We're not idiots, Hollywood.

Although, maybe we are.
I don't know.

People keep paying
to see this crap.

So, yeah. Okay.

You win, Hollywood.
We're idiots.

All right, that was cru

from north Hollywood
who was, well...

Frank, to say the least.

The next film up
is sunset parking,

starring that Irish fox,
Tristan Blake.

Now, as you all know,

Blake had his share
of personal troubles

over the past few years.

But, apparently, he's cleaned up
and loaded for bear

in his new flick, which opened
this past weekend.

And if you saw it,
we wanna hear from you.

We've got a caller
on the line right now,

"Barry in chino hills,"
you there?

Yo!

What's your opinion
on sunset parking?

And try to go easy. Blake's had
a rough ride of late.

Ha, he's given a few
rough rides, as of late.

Am I right? I saw that sex tape.

Yes! Now that
was a blockbuster.

He busted something,
you know?

Barry. Shoot.

I just don't know why Blake

is doing these films again.

It's like the same
big-budget crap

and it's getting old.

Now, don't get me wrong,
I like the guy.

He seems down to earth
and he can obviously act.

But he's run out of ideas.

Well, it does seem
to be doing well

at the box office.

Of course, it is.

With all the promotion
behind it,

he could star in
et versus spiderman

and make money...

Playing et.

So, thumbs down
for Barry.

Blake used to do all
these cool independent movies.

They weren't
big Hollywood blockbusters,

but they had class.

They had a bit of soul.

I don't know, man.

Blake just seems like
he's in it for the money.

Maybe he's lost it,
I don't know.

You hear that Blake?
If you are listening,

Barry feels you need
to go back to your old ways,

and stop being a sellout.

Do we have time
for one more caller?

We do. Hello!

Hi, hi!

And who do we have here?

My name's Heather.

Longtime listener,
first time caller.

Hello, Heather.
So, where are you from?

And what you do for a living?

I'm an actress
from long beach.

So, are you
a real actress, Heather?

Or is it a
"you take acting classes

and tell your friends
you were once at the gym

with Leo DiCaprio"
kind of thing?

Mm, I actually act
on a series.

- It's called fractal .
- Oh!

It's on
the science fiction network.

Aliens and stuff, you know?

Cool. We've got
a professional opinion.

So, let's hear it, Heather.

Okay, okay.
This is what I have to say.

In order to do these
low-budget independent movies,

Blake has to occasionally do
big-budget crap.

-Exactly.
- 'Cause it's an art form,

of course, but at the end
of the day, it's still a job.

So, if it takes a pile
of crap commercial movies

for him to give us his time,
for free,

in some kick-ass independent,
I, for one, support it.

I mean, yeah,
he's had his problems.

But, unh, we all have.

He's still managed
to stay authentic.

It's hard to do
in this day and age.

Love it!
Personally, I liked the film,

but I would watch that guy read
the back of a cereal box,

take off his shirt,
and with that accent, I'm sold.

Big budget, small budget,
no budget,

iPhone sex tape, I am in.

All right, stay...

Tristan, my man.

Jerry, buddy. What's going on?

Chilling at the house,
having a few beers. Listen.

I don't wanna talk
out of school,

but I just got a call
from my agent,

saying they were interested
in flying me out

to take over on psycho elite.

Aren't you attached to that?

I'm meant to be, yeah.

But I thought you guys
were already

in principal photography?

They started today.

Oh, so what's up?
You're not on set?

I told them I couldn't be in
till tomorrow,

but no one fucking listened.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, everything
all right, though?

Yeah, I'm grand, Jerry.
Just wanted to sort out

some personal shit
before I headed out.

Hm. Fucking studios, bro.

The second they panic,
they start recasting everybody.

Cowards. No loyalty whatsoever.

Uh, what did you tell them,
if you don't mind me asking you?

I said
I wouldn't do anything

until I spoke to my boy.

Yo, my agent went apeshit,
but fuck her.

Cheers, man.
Really appreciate it.

Now, we can't be
going around,

fucking each other out of jobs.

Town's too small,
fucks up your Karma.

So, all good besides that?

Haven't seen you out in a while.

Yeah, all good.

Just staying low for a bit,

trying to get some stuff
in order.

You know how it is.

Ah, good for you, man.

Can't be living ballistic
all the time.

No, we can't. But we gave it
a good lash though, didn't we?

Ah, yes. We did, man.

Rode hard and put away
very, very wet. You know?

-You still with, um...
-Caitlin?

-I am.
-The blonde. Yeah?

Oh, that's unbelievable.
This one's lasted!

It must be true love.

It must be.

Good for you, man.
Keep it up.

I could use you
out of the picture.

Now that I think about it,
you're a pussy thief.

No one's safe.

Not anymore, Jerry. I am out.

Honestly, though, buddy.
I appreciate you calling.

I owe you one.

You sure fucking do, Blake.

You ever hear anyone
trying to take

a movie from up under me,

you speed dial my ass,
all right?

You bet, I will.

All right. Hey, look,
good luck with your girl.

Happy for you, happy for me.

Thanks, buddy.

- Look after yourself, all right?
- - All right, later.

It's worse
than we fucking thought.

What is, Richard?

Oh, fuck you, Tristan.
You know what I'm talking about.

Okay, I just got off
the phone with James.

He said, "they are seeking
a replacement as we speak."

- I know that.
- - You know that?

What? How the fuck
do you know that?

Because, I just do, Richard.

Look. It's just one day,
for fuck's sake!

I told them my dates.
I told you my dates.

I told fucking everybody
my dates.

It's not one day, okay?

It's the first day.

The very first fucking day.

If you're not there
on the first day,

how are they to believe
you'll be there on the second?

Because I said I would!

And, honestly,
I'm sick of this conversation.

You work for me,
not the other way around.

- Fix this!
- - Look.

I know you're
a moneymaker, man.

But this is not how...

No, Richard,
this is exactly how it is.

It's business.

Either you do your job

or I'll find some other
fucking donkey

over that cunt of an agency
who can.

Now, fuck off!

What did you say to dad?

What?
What are you talking about?

Dad.
What did you say to him?

Nothing. I asked if he wanted
to come visit. That's all.

Are you stupid?

Why would you do
something like that?

Because I wanted him here,
that's why.

Is it a crime to want
your father to come visit you?

And he wanted to as well,
before he had a turn.

I thought the medication
was working.

He sounded fine to me.

Oh, god. How would you
know that, Tristan?

You're never even here.

Anyway. That "turn,"
as you call it,

thanks to you, has resulted
in him going missing again.

What?

Oh, I forgot.
You're never here.

How could you know anything?
He goes missing now and again.

Whenever he gets confused
and worked up.

Why didn't you tell me that?

Oh, what the hell
difference would that make?

Just tell me
what happened, siobhán.

He ran out.

Just after talking to you.

After your lovely, apparently,
harmless conversation.

You just couldn't
leave him be, could you?

And did you find him?

No, he ran away good
this time.

Susan said he went
absolutely bloody hysterical

after talking to you.

He was too strong for her
to stop him.

Who's out looking for him?

Siobhán, who is out
looking for him?

- Everyone.
- You?

Well, someone has to stay
by the phone, don't they?

Jesus, you've gone
and done it again.

What the fuck did you just say?

You heard.

Yeah, I heard you.
I just didn't wanna believe it.

Oh, we all know
why she did it.

Now it's happening
all over again.

- That's not fair.
- - Not fair?

Not fair? Please, Tristan.

The partying, the drugs,
the women, the crash.

You think we didn't get
the brunt

of that filthy sword back home?

Do you?

I could just about take it.

Even dad could, up until now.
But mom...

You let her down so much.

She was an absolute wreck.
Was that fair?

She was sick, siobhán.
She was sick!

And I didn't know it.
None of us knew it!

She always seemed
so fucking happy.

Tristan, she was miserable.

It was you who made her sad.
It was you who made her sick.

It was you
who bloody killed her.

No, a rope and a fucking tree
that killed her, siobhán!

Not me!

You didn't even
turn up on time for her funeral.

And when you did get there,

you were out of your mind
on god knows what,

and smelling like a bottle
and a brothel all at once.

It was an embarrassment
to all of us.

And, on top of that,
we had to be reminded of it

by every blatant paper
in the country.

And then, the wedding.

That topped it all.

Missing in fucking action
once again.

The superstar arsehole.

Yeah, and since that day,

I've been trying
to make things right.

You don't think I don't know
what I was, what I did?

You don't think
i don't wanna go back

and fucking change everything?

All the money in the world,
siobhán, won't bring her back.

And all the money in the world
won't save dad.

So, please, for once
in your fucking life,

give me a break!

Because I'm trying my best
over here! All right?

I have to go.

Siobhán!

I'll call you when I find him.

Siobhán!

Fuck!

Please tell me you have
some good news, my darling.

I could really do with it.

Well, I just got off the phone

with your adoring agent,

and I explained carefully
but forcefully

that you are attending
to a critical personal matter

and he needs to relax.

You say that before or after you
told him to go fuck himself?

Ha! Between, actually.

Seriously, that man needs
to untwist his panties,

'cause he's like my aunt
on Adderall.

Look, just do
what you have to do, okay?

And then get your ass
to that airport in the morning

or I will kill you myself.

You're the boss, Louise.

You're finally catching on.

Thanks, darling. I mean it.

You're the only one that
actually gives a fuck about me.

Oh, I do.

Lord knows it's not the money
'cause you pay me fuck all.

Hey, y'all.

I can't come to the phone
right now,

but if you leave
a little message,

I will go to the ends
of the earth

to make sure
that I call you back.

Hey, honey.

Still en route.

Um, just wanted
to call you and tell you...

How much I love you and...

How much I want us to be...

You know,
that publicist of yours

is a sizzling cunt.

That's why I hired her, Richard.

Bullshit.
You hired her

'cause she's fucking hot
and a dictatorial bitch.

No, I hired her
because she does her job.

You could learn
a lot from her, actually.

Yeah,
well, you'd better hope

she's as good as you say,

because the stunt
she's pulling at the studio

is very dangerous.

- You worried, Richard?
- - Yeah, Tristan.

I am a bit worried.

Well then, you're just as much
of a fucking pussy

as she said you are.

Just lay back
and let her take care of it.

That's what I'm going
to do, pal.

Sounds fucking perfect to me.

I'll go ahead and give her
your ten percent then, will I?

Yeah.

Very fucking funny, Tristan.

Gotta go.
Pest is calling me again.

What do you want?

Are you coming?
Are you not coming?

What is your fucking deal, man?

Listen. I don't have time

to explain to you
why I'm not there.

I don't need to explain to you
why I'm not there.

I'm none of your business,

and, frankly,
you're none of mine,

so stop calling me!

I'll be there tomorrow morning,
like I said I would.

This movie
is pay or play for me.

So, I am more than happy
to walk away

with a fat fucking paycheck.

And let's just see then,

do they still want you
on the movie once I'm gone.

I'm sure my shitty career
will survive it.

But yours, I'm not so sure.

So why don't we, as you yanks
love to fucking say,

"can't we all just get along?"

Fuck you, Blake.

See you tomorrow, Hemingway.

Yeah, tomorrow.

Dec?

Tristan.

Were you all looking for him?

I was.

Of course, you were.

- Did you find him?
- - We did.

Thank fuck. I was worried sick.

How is he feeling?
Is he all right? Where was he?

We found him down
by the river, in the last field.

He must have gone
down there thinking there's cows

let out over the bridge
or something, you know?

Jesus.
Him and those fucking cows.

Yeah.

How is he feeling?
Is he all right?

Listen, man. I owe you big time.

I'm sorry, Tristan.

He's... he's gone, bud.

Gone?

What are you talking about?

You just said
you brought him back.

Look,
I'm really sorry, man.

There's nothing anyone
could have done.

You know your dad.

I mean,

he just gets something
in that head of his,

and he's doing it,
and no one's gonna stop him.

Tristan?

How'd he go, dec?
And don't you fucking lie to me.

Oh, jeez, man.

I don't know, man.
I don't think you wanna know.

Just tell me the truth.

We found him facedown,

in the dirt by the bank.

He must have slipped,
and then...

Suffocated in the mud.

Okay.

I'm so sorry, man.
Look...

I'm... I'm so sorry.
He was an incredible man.

Don't be.

You okay, buddy?
This must be unbearable.

-You know...
-I'm fine.

Anything you need me
to do, you just say it.

Look, I... I'll sort out
the funeral arrangements,

the priest, coffin, mass,
you name it.

I'll get it done. Anything.

No need.

You sure you're okay?

All good.

Well, look, you have my phone,

so you just call me anytime,
Tristan, all right?

-Please call me.
-I have to go, dec.

Thanks.

Fuck shit.

Tristan, my man.

It's been a long, long time.

You know what?
I miss you, you Irish fuck.

We need to meet.

Yeah, absolutely.

Anything for my best customer.

The usual?

Double.

Yeah, you got it.
Where you at? You at home?

I'll send you my location.

Cool.

I'm headed out right now.

Hey, hey. Tristan.

Yeah?

It's good
to have you back, man.

Hey, darling.
Just went for a walk.

I tried to call you,

but you were
on the other line as usual.

Listen.

Something weird happened today.

Really weird,
and I wanted to ask you...

Hey, y'all.

I can't come
to the phone right now.

But if you leave
a little message, I'll go to...

Siobhán.

I just can't believe
he's gone.

I know.

Are you coming home?

- First thing tomorrow.
- - Okay.

Okay.

I'm so sorry about what I said
to you earlier.

Listen, forget about that.
You were right.

I haven't been there
for you guys.

I guess
we're both sorry, then.

They're both gone.

I can't believe it,
they're both gone.

I don't know
what to tell the kids.

They just adored him.

They'll understand, eventually.
Look, it'll take time.

But if they don't, they have you
and tom to lean on.

Tom?

Tom's gone, Tristan.

Gone?

Tom left me.
Left the kids.

Something about wanting

to fulfill his potential
or something.

That's why I've been struggling.

He took everything.

He left me
with literally nothing.

Why didn't you tell me that?

Look, you've had
enough to deal with.

And when I did try to tell you,

you didn't wanna have
anything to do with it. Or me.

Jesus,
that fucking little prick.

Where is he?

If I get
my fucking hands on him,

I'm gonna snap his little neck.

He's not worth it.

I was angry before, but now,
I'm just happy he's gone.

This saved me
a lot more heartbreak

down the line, I suppose.

Now, just get home safe. Okay?

I miss my little brother.

I miss you too, siobhán.

And, listen,
don't worry about anything.

Don't worry about the kids.
Don't worry about the funeral.

I'll take care of everything
the minute I'm home. I promise.

Just come home, tris.

Okay?

That's all I want.

I'm coming home.

I love you.

I love you.

Goodbye, siobhán.

Who the fuck is Joseph?

Tristan.

Tristan. Are you there?

I am, yeah. Sorry.

Who the fuck
is this Joseph guy?

And why is he calling me?

He's...

He's a nobody.
Listen, ignore him.

Well, I told him
to go fuck himself, but...

But, Tristan,

he knows practically everything
about you,

and I do mean everything.

And he's threatening
to take it to the press.

Are you listening
to me, Tristan?

I don't think you realize
the magnitude of this situation.

He knows everything,
things he shouldn't know,

things even I shouldn't know.

He used to be my therapist.

He never mentioned
the word "therapist" to me.

Aren't they supposed to keep
your private life confidentia

ah, yes.

That guy must've missed
that day in shrink school,

because he was very explicit
about some very personal shit.

So, what the hell is going on?

I don't know.

Well, you'd better
figure it out, tris,

because this guy is serious.

Does he want money?
Did you do something to him?

What's his problem?

I have no idea.

Oh, god.
What a fucking disaster.

Look, I'm gonna be honest
with you here.

I don't think
this can be contained.

Not this much information.

Are you all right?

'Cause, you sound
out of it, tris.

I hope you haven't...

- I'm grand.
- - Tristan.

Oh, god, talk to me, hon.
Please.

Please tell me
you're not using again.

Oh, god, Tristan.
I've been dreading this day.

Please, talk to me.

Tristan?

Okay, you're scaring
me now, tris.

Dad died.

Jesus Christ, Tristan,
I am so sorry.

Oh, you should have said
something, hon. I'm just...

Rambling on like
a fucking asshole.

Is there anything you need me
to do? Anything at all.

I'm flying home first thing
in the morning.

So, if you can look after
the movie for me, it'd be great.

Oh, fuck the film,
okay? It's just a job.

Fuck those people.

Look, is there anything else
I can do, sweetheart?

Just tell me, you poor thing.

Hon, you already have
so much to deal with,

without this coming down
on you now.

Louise, are you okay?

It's just...
It's just shitty, you know?

You never get a break.

Every time you try
to do your best,

you try to change things,

something fucking comes up,
you're mom and now you're dad.

It's just...
It's just shitty is all.

Louise, it's life.

I'm just gonna have
to deal with it.

Hon, you're a strong guy.

You are strong.

You just go
and you mourn your father.

And I will take care
of everything else.

Thanks, sweetheart.

I'm not
just your publicist, Tristan.

I'm your family, right?
You never forget that.

And, Tristan...

Yes?

Please, promise me
you'll be careful.

You've come...

Way too far
to let this send you back

to where you were before.

I won't.

I love you, kid.

Hello?

Who's this?

It's Tristan, Joseph.

Tristan?
I don't, I don't know a Tristan.

Listen, stop fucking with me.

What is this about you calling

and threatening my publicist,
threatening me?

Oh, Tristan.

Now I have it.
I'm sorry, you're...

Your father's disease
set in there for a second.

How is he doing, by the way?

Joseph,
are you fucking listening to me?

I am listening
to every word you say.

Why did you go to Louise?

And why did you start
spieling off

a load of shit
about going to the press?

To protect us.

"Protect us"?
Protect us from what?

From you, Tristan.

To protect us from you.

What are you talking about?

There is no us.
There never has been an us.

You fucking lunatic!

You actors.

You're all the same.

It's always you, you, you.
Someone helps you succeed.

As soon as you arrive,
it's like they never existed.

No matter how many necks
you step on, on your way up,

you still insist you did it all
on your own.

An insecure bunch
of spoiled fucking brats,

the entire lot of you.

It's not even a job.

It's the people who save lives

that should be getting
that kind of money.

People who make
personal sacrifices,

in the shadows,

so that people like you
can walk in the sun.

Ungrateful, selfish, grasping
assholes like you, Tristan.

You don't threaten me.

I threaten you.

If you even think
of releasing anything...

You're right.
You're right, Tristan.

Your therapist is not supposed
to threaten you.

Your therapist is supposed
to keep your secrets.

That is very true.

I know you think that you are
the center of the universe,

but the truth is,

I have a little secret
of my own.

- "A secret"?
- - Mm-hm. A secret.

Well, what the fuck is it, then?

Well, I can't tell you.
As I said, it's a secret.

Tristan, I want you to guess
my secret, I bet you can't.

Listen to me.

I will come down on top of you
with everything I've got.

You won't work
a single fucking day

in this town or any other town,

as long as I fucking live.

You will be working
for fucking pennies,

flipping burgers back
in the shithole you came from.

You unethical dozy prick!
You hear me?

How's that for a secret?

Here is the thing about
the patient-doctor relationsh

it's sacrosanct, it really is.

But it also only goes one way.

You talk, I listen.
You complain, I soothe.

You tell me all your secrets,
every dark moment,

every destructive mistake,
every terrible frailty,

and I take it all in.

Everything flows one way,

patient to therapist.

And do you know
what that means, Tristan?

Yeah. It means
you're a fucking wanker.

It means

that the therapist
has all the information,

all the control,
and all the power.

What are you fucking at, Joseph?

None of these threats
mean anything.

Anything I've said to you
is covered

in patient-doctor
confidentiality.

Do you even know what that is,
you silly fucking twat?

It's an interesting
word, "confidentiality."

You kidding me?

Me, client.
You, licensed therapist.

Anything we've discussed
in treatment is privileged.

Yeah. See,
there in lies the secret.

I don't understand, Joseph.

Of course, you don't.
How could you?

Because I've been
protecting you.

I've actually been
protecting us both.

But now...

I find that things have changed.

Who is us?

There is no us.

You're out
of your fucking mind, man.

There has always been us,

even if you don't know it.

You've taken everything from me,

and because of this,
we are inextricably linked.

I've taken nothing from you.

Now, I'm not mad though.

Not now.

Because I'm gonna take it
all back.

I'm gonna take back everything
that was once mine.

This is why I had
to stop seeing you.

You're fucking losing it, man.

I know.

What you're gonna
do today, Tristan?

Or, at least, I know
what you think you're gonna do.

And I know that you think
you'll be happy.

But you're delusional.

A man like you isn't even
capable of happiness.

A man like you is only good
at destroying things.

Well, I won't let you
destroy her life

any more than you already have.

So, you might as well
turn around now,

because the answer
to your question

is going to be no.

Oh, fuck off, Joseph,
you psychopathic cunt.

Tristan?

See, you didn't let me finish.

You see...

The boy I told you about...

The addict who lost the girl,
the love of his life?

When he lost the girl,

the most incredible girl
he'd ever known,

a girl with...

Heart, a girl who cared
about the world,

and everyone in it.

It broke him into pieces.

But he was determined
to get her back.

To show her
that he wasn't just an addict

and a loser, a throwaway person,

human trash.

So, he got clean...

And he got strong.

And he tracked her down
to Los Angeles,

where she had taken up
with some asshole of an actor,

another addict, even more

of a self-hating loser
than Luke was.

But the girl was blind to what
a waste of space this guy was,

so Luke concocted a plan
to protect her.

He would learn everything
he could about this actor,

find a way to enter his life,
and destroy him utterly.

So she could be free of him.

But even that didn't work.

All of that effort for nothing.

So he realized...

That he just had to take...

Take what belonged to him.

And then...

Take again.

Hello, Tristan.

Tristan?

Tristan, hon.

Is that you?