Being Charlie Page #4

Sure. You can look,

but you can't touch.

You'll be rooming with Jimmy.

- Hey, man.

- Hey, man.

- What's up?

- Nothing much.

Remember, Charlie,

wake up at 6:
30.

All right.

Enjoy.

"Enjoy."

So tell me,

how shitty is this place?

Compared to where we just were,

it's somewhat shitty.

- Yeah?

- I got family group tomorrow,

which is going to suck.

Ah, your mom coming?

- Yeah.

Then they got this

talent-show thing this weekend.

Oh, well, thank god

i made it for that.

- Charlie!

- Hey, Paul.

- You dirtbag.

- Ah.

Hey, you're lucky

they put you in with Jimmy.

I had chase.

Chase.

Oh, yeah, chase.

"Um, alcoholic."

"Experience, strength,

and hope."

He's gone, though.

- Ah, what happened?

- Looking to score,

but he didn't want

to get tossed,

so he punched a cement wall,

broke his hand.

He thought

he'd get some painkillers,

but all they gave him was advil,

so he flipped out and split.

Huh.

Well, I guess his program

lost some of its rigor.

- I guess so.

Now I'm stuck with Dylan.

That guy Jacks off

right in front of me

like I'm not even there.

How do you deal with that?

I guess you just got to accept

the things

you cannot change, right?

I guess so.

Sh*t.

Western civ.

Hey, Adam.

How's my favorite degenerate?

Ah, really good.

Got any plans this weekend?

- - Not really.

Actually there's

a talent show this Friday,

and some a**hole signed me up.

- You gonna do stand-up?

- F***, no.

You are doing stand-up,

and I'm coming.

- Text me the address.

- I will do no such thing.

You will do just such a thing,

and I will see you Friday night.

I don't know what I did wrong.

I tried to be a good mom.

When he was young,

his teachers loved him,

said he lit up the classroom.

And then...

All my hopes, my dreams...

Shattered.

What have I ever done to you

but love you?

Jimmy?

Do you have anything

you'd like to say to that?

Not really.

Thank you for being so open

and... and sharing, Kathy.

Thank you.

Kathy, are you okay?

I-I'm fine.

I just relate

to what Kathy was saying.

Of course. Fine.

The crying kathies.

Dylan, I am so glad

that both of your moms

could be here today.

Well, it's not so bad.

It's a little like a fraternity.

Yeah. Yeah, you can just

pretend that I'm in college.

Charlie, that's not

what I was saying.

I know. I know.

Travis seems nice.

Yeah. Yeah,

he's really cool.

He says that

if I work really hard,

that I could get

an overnight pass.

- Well, that's great.

- Yeah.

But both you and dad

have to sign off on it.

Well, if Travis says it's okay,

then I don't see why dad

would have a problem with it.

Could you talk to him?

- Sure.

- Thanks.

Of course.

So what have you been up to?

You know...

Same old campaign stuff,

boring speeches

and a lot

of nodding and smiling.

But what about you?

Have you made any friends here?

Yeah. Yeah, I made...

well, I've gotten pretty close

with a couple of the guys.

- That's good.

- Yeah.

What is that? I...

Oh, that?

That is the number

of my new dealer.

- Funny.

- Yeah.

- Mm-hmm.

- No, it's just...

it's somebody that I met.

Is this someone a girl?

Aha. What's her name?

- Eva. Yeah.

- Eva.

And when do we

get to meet this Eva?

Uh...

All right, everyone.

It's time to say

your good-byes.

I got to go.

No, yeah.

Wait. Charlie, Charlie,

I love you.

I love you, too, mom.

- 'Kay.

- All right.

See ya.

Uh-huh.

- Talk to dad.

- I will.

Do you feel a connection?

Yeah,

i think I just stepped in it.

Interesting.

Tell me more about that.

Okay, class,

take a deep breath in,

and move into downward dog.

Perfect.

Jimmy.

- Huh?

- What are you doing?

I'm focusing on my breathing.

Son, you've been nothing

but a disappointment to me.

Charlie.

What do you want to say

to your dad?

I don't know.

"F*** you"?

Eva.

Okay, quick check-in.

Charlie, how's it going?

Really good, actually.

I feel like I'm

finally turning a corner.

That's great.

Dylan.

Not bad.

I got my Internet privileges

reinstated,

and my roommate was gone

this weekend,

so I had a lot of alone time.

Okay, okay.

That's enough.

Eva.

Um...

I don't know.

It's okay.

This is a safe place.

Um...

It's just...

I thought that

once I got out of inpatient,

that things were going

to feel a lot better.

But they don't.

So a priest, a rabbi,

and a minister,

they're on a sinking ship,

right?

And the rabbi gets up,

and he says,

"hey, let the women

and children go first."

And the minister gets up.

He says, "f*** the children."

And the priest gets up,

and he looks at his watch,

and he says,

"you think there's time?"

- I don't get it.

- Really f***ed up.

- Hey.

- That's...

Hey, Eva. Hey.

Hey.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Talk to me.

I can't.

Why?

I don't want to.

Okay.

Hey, some... some idiot

signed me up

for the talent show

tomorrow night.

He...

I tried to take my name

off the list,

but they wouldn't let me.

I don't think

I'm going to do it, though.

You should.

Why?

Because it'd make me happy.

Come on.

Doesn't this make you happy?

This? I mean, what...

what the f*** is this, Charlie?

It's so... it's so retarded.

It's like we're

in f***ing middle school.

Come on.

We need to get

an overnight pass.

I know. I'm trying.

Try harder.

Okay, thank you.

Thank you.

- It's...

- Come on. You should go.

Such bravery

being shown here tonight.

Um...

Okay, who's next?

Charlie, just go.

- No.

- You gotta.

Remember that this is a...

a nonthreatening place

where you can explore

and express yourself.

Charlie.

Charlie mills.

- Would you like to come up?

- I'm not gonna do it.

- You have to.

- I'm not gonna do it.

Why do you want me

to do it so bad?

- I signed you up.

- Charlie.

Uh...

- Do it.

- All right, man.

Hi, everybody.

You know, I was a little

nervous getting up here today

when I heard it was

going to be a talent show.

But after watching you all,

I feel a whole lot better.

I'm not trying

to be critical.

I know it's hard,

but now I understand

why you all do drugs.

I know what you're thinking.

I do.

You know, "who is this kid with

the silver spoon in his mouth,

and why does he

keep cooking heroin in it?"

Total waste of a good utensil.

So, yeah,

my dad's a piece of sh*t.

Yeah, I mean, he...

I don't really have

a joke there.

I just wanted to say it.

As you all know,

he's running for governor.

It's a big deal. He's

hanging up the old eye patch

for, you know,

the governor's mansion.

And, you know, I hear a lot of

people these days on the news.

They're telling that he's cold,

that he's distant,

he's not really there, but,

you know, I'll you right now,

that's not true.

It's not.

Hell, his mother was the only

woman in medical history

to have an igloo for a p*ssy,

but that's not relevant.

E-excuse me.

Do you think that works

for this situation?

Really, shiela?

Dylan just recited a haiku

that was clearly

about his penis, okay?

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