About Alex Page #6

Hmm?

No, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no.

Oh my God oh my God oh my God

oh my God oh my God oh my God.

What is it?

Are you alright?

I'm so screwed.

They just asked me to cover

the crisis hotline tonight.

Now?

Yeah.

Wow.

Can you say no?

I can't breathe.

No, I think you're

going to do a great job.

I agree, she is going

to knock 'em dead.

Hey! That's not funny.

I can't breathe.

That's a little funny.

No it's going to be okay.

It's going to be fine.

No, it's not okay.

No it's not okay, it's

not okay, it's not okay!

Okay, hang on for a bit.

Isaac, this is a big deal.

People are going to die.

They're not going to die.

Hey, hey, Kate?

So, I have some

Xanax in my purse.

I'm going to go get it, okay?

I have Klonopin right here.

I've got one in my pocket.

Yeah, but Xanax kicks in faster.

Klonopin lasts longer.

Which one do you prefer, Timmy?

Timmy likes Klonopin.

Well Xanax gives me a headache!

It's going to be fine.

It's... you're going to be

talking

just like you're talking to me.

But Klonopin has a little more

bite!

Okay, so there you go,

and now you have the best

anti-anxiety medicine

money can buy.

That's debatable.

Not helping. Stop.

There we go. Let's get Upsies.

Ohoho.

Ohh, alright!

Hey!

She's up!

Okay.

Josh.

What?

When did you start taking meds?

What?

Prescription drugs.

When did you start taking them?

The Klonopin thing?

Yeah.

I don't want to talk about it.

Why?

Because I don't want

to talk about it.

I'm just curious.

I'm not judging.

I went to a therapist

once, and I don't go

anymore.

And they gave me that.

Just once?

I started going when I

realized I was writing a

dissertation that probably

no one in their right mind

is ever going to read.

Let's play a game.

Yeah.

Yeah!

Alright, I actually have a game.

Ready? Get out of there.

What are the rules, then?

Okay.

Good question.

The rules are that there

are no rules until you

write them on a card.

Okay, are we in?

Yeah, let's do it okay.

I'll go first.

Okay.

Everyone one must pat

their heads and rub their

bellies before playing a

card, or they have to take

a drink.

What are we doing?

Playing an imbecilic game.

Sounds good, I'm in.

Woo hoo!

Okay.

Okay, that's great, but

you have to rub your belly

and pat your head before you...

Can we stop saying belly?

It's...

Belly. Rub it.

Before you speak, you must

turn to the person on your

left, introduce

yourself, then hug.

Are you f***ing kidding me?

Come on big guy.

Let's do this.

Absolute... get the f***,

get away from me.

You didn't introduce yourself.

You just read the card.

You didn't introduce yourself.

You didn't introduce

yourself either.

That's fair, okay.

Hello, my name is Sarah.

It's really nice to meet

you, and now we are...

Okay, fine.

Hi, I'm Josh.

This game is slowly

making me stupider.

Okay, I'll do it.

No, I got you.

Hold on.

Okay, first off, I have to..

Yeah.

Hi, how are you.

Hello.

Really?

Yeah. It's part of the game.

Why don't you read it?

Um, suicide.

Everyone take a turn and

explain what it means to you.

Good job, man.

Thank you.

Uh, this card makes all of

Josh's rules invalid and

can be played at any time.

You can't do that.

Just did.

Sorry, the card says you

can play the card at any time.

It goes against the

underlying architecture of

the game of laying

cards and taking turns.

For being all strict about it,

you didn't introduce yourself.

Neither the f*** did you!

Okay, Josh.

Let's, uh, let's do that.

But you, you start.

Let's not.

No no, let's do it.

Okay.

Yeah.

I get sadness, okay?

I certainly get anxiety.

I get depression.

I'm pretty sure that I'm

experiencing one of those

things at all times, but

what I don't understand

is, Alex, is suicide,

because never once have I

not been absolutely

terrified of my own death,

and what that might do

to everyone around me.

I'm done.

I don't want to play

this game anymore.

No, I think this is

a really good game.

We've been dancing around

the main point of this

trip all weekend.

I mean Jesus Christ.

Nobody would even talk

about the downstairs

bathroom, let alone walk

in there.

Alex, I've been in there.

It's a f***ing mess.

So let's open that door.

Literally, metaphorically,

pardon the pun.

Josh, stop.

Sarah, please shut up.

I think Alex should,

should give it to us

straight here.

You know?

Tell us all what a good

job we all did of f***ing

him up when he was down.

How we all noticed his

increasingly erratic

tweets and status updates,

and how we all thought

enough to do something about it.

Alright.

Sarah...

Let her go, she'll be fine.

You're a piece of

sh*t, you know that?

I'm a truth teller.

Alex has been saying some,

no offense, you've been

saying some weird

stuff for a while.

And you can't

blame us for not...

Being able to see that

there was a bigger problem.

Some weird stuff?

I'm sorry, what was it

exactly Alex, that it...

Does anybody remember?

"Ask for me tomorrow and

you shall find me a grave man?"

Lot of ambiguity in that one.

Where the f*** were you?

That's my point?

Where the f*** were any of us?

Okay, okay, um...

Alex called me a lot that day.

He called me a lot

that week, and uh...

And I didn't answer.

I didn't answer even though I

knew he wasn't doing well.

The truth is, none of this

would've happened if I

would've been a better

friend to my friend.

No...

So, this one's on me.

No it's not, Ben, please.

No. It's not, I mean, I...

Yeah, I, I was upset that

you were not answering my

calls, but I...

I didn't want to die.

What?

Well, I, know, I mean, I...

I thought I, I

thought I did. I did. I...

If you didn't want

to die then, w...

I did, but then I, I

changed my mind, and I

called the hospital

myself, and... you know,

I, I think...

I, I really think that I

just wanted to, you know,

to see you, and...

You wanted to see me?

Well yeah, I mean, no,

but, you, and everyone.

Right right, everyone.

Right.

You wanted to see

everyone, so you slit your

wrists, but not enough so

you would die, but..

I'm not saying that it makes

sense, I'm...

You're right, it makes

absolutely no sense, Alex.

It makes no f***ing sense.

Do you have any idea what

I've been going through?

What I've been

thinking and feeling?

- Yes, yes I do. I do.

- You do?

- Please tell me-

- I'm sorry.

Oh you're sorry?

I was trying to get

in touch with you.

I have a job man!

F***ing duties!

I have a f***ing deadline!

Oh yeah, you were so busy?

I have a f***ing job! Yes I was

f***ing busy!

When you were writing your

book that you haven't been

writing for a year?

Is that what you were

doing that you couldn't

answer the phone one time?

Ben...

Hey.

Hey, Sarah, come here.

What?

Look at me.

Sarah...

I'm sorry, okay?

Sometimes things,

they need to be said.

And in those instances,

being an a**hole comes in handy.

You okay?

Stop.

What?

Josh, stop.

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