D-Tox Page #2

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Now, about Mary...

To kill a man is easy, but kill what

he loves and he dies a thousand times.

Please don't hurt her.

Please.

I'll see you, but you won't see me.

Mary! Mary!

Mary! Mary!

Where is she? Mary! Mary!

Oh, jeez.

Agent Hendricks!

We got him.

Hey, Tommy!

What's the story?

Security guard spotted him

covered in blood, dressed in SWAT gear.

Son of a b*tch didn't say a word,

just opened fire.

- Guard OK?

- He took one in the leg.

Lost a lot of blood.

Called for backup before he passed out.

I see you, you see me.

You on the roof, identify yourself.

Identify yourself now. This is the police.

You buyin' shares in this place?

Hey. Kill me again.

Listen to me. I...

I've been diggin' around.

There's this place out in Wyoming.

It's a detox center.

Just hear me out this time.

It's run by a former cop for cops.

You know...

if she'd never met me,

never knew me, she'd still be alive.

I'm where I wanna be, where I should be.

That's where I am.

OK. I'll make you a deal.

You blow your brains out like a damn man

and stop pissing on Mary's memory

one sorry-ass day at a time,

and I'll take care of your tab.

What the f*** is...?!

What's the matter with you?!

It's all right, everybody.

A little accident. Everybody relax.

What's the matter with you?!

Whether you like it or not,

you still got a life to live.

It doesn't end here.

Do you believe in reincarnation?

Transmigration of the soul?

Any of that stuff?

I do believe I was a shitkicker

in a previous life.

Well...

nothing a few nice curtains couldn't fix up.

Hey, look, partner,

if you ever need to return the favor,

make it Miami.

We run a dual diagnosis program here.

A fancy way of saying

we're gonna detox your ass

and then tackle your demons

head-on in group sessions.

I was a cop for 12 years before

I took a shot at drinking myself to death.

So I know what keeps you up at night.

Gonna make it all go away, huh?

Not even gonna try.

No magic wands here.

The sh*t you swallowed doesn't digest.

You carryin' a weapon, Mr. Malloy?

I'll have to confiscate it.

Need the shield, too.

We don't allow crutches here.

Thought I'd stick around awhile,

burn up a little vacation time,

maybe even rent me a cabin.

Do some ice fishing?

Yeah, why not? See if I can't catch

more than a shot glass.

Hey, this is gonna be a piece of cake.

Doc.

The man's my better half.

I sure as hell don't intend to lose him

out here in Jerkwater, Wyoming.

Do you follow me?

Jack.

See if you can't find some boots

and a parka for this man.

Anything to serve these fine officers, Doc.

You might run into more than

a cool breeze up here.

Come on. Let's get you checked in.

The place was built in the 50s

as a command control center

for Strategic Air Command.

Satellites made the facility obsolete,

so they converted it to a military asylum.

Uncle Sam put it on the market last year.

It's isolated as hell

and that's why I chose it.

You're the last of our patients to arrive.

You know the rules, Slater.

No smoking in the rooms.

I'd like you to meet Jake Malloy.

We got nothin' to hide here,

including our names.

Slater, Metropolitan Police

Department of London.

I know it's a long way to come

to quit the shakes.

Club Med was fully booked.

Ain't exactly Betty Ford, huh?

Last place I was at

was a Twelve Step health spa.

Mud baths, nature walks.

We don't got TV here.

Convicted felons, Doc, get TV.

- Jaworski here's a narc.

- And a hell of a sharpshooter.

Shut up, limey! Nobody's talkin' to you.

This is Jake Malloy, FBI.

Hey, we got a fed gracin' our presence.

Hey, Malloy, any idea of the three

most overrated things in the world?

Home cookin', home f***in' and the FBI.

Let's get your blood and urine sample,

see what we're up against.

our resident psychiatrist was an

air-force consultant here for four years.

When the facility shut down,

she signed on with us.

She's pulling double duty as a nurse,

till we get fully staffed.

We used to take care of

almost 100 patients here.

There's only ten of you cops.

But judging from your case files,

I don't think anyone's gonna be bored.

This is Jack Bennett, one of our orderlies.

Jake Malloy, new arrival.

If you need anything, ask Jack. He knows

the place like the back of his hand.

That's what they say.

I know every inch of this nuthouse.

Anything else, ma'am?

I don't think so.

Manny, this is Jake.

See if you can fatten him up.

Hey. Hope you ain't a vegetarian.

- Gilbert, say hi to Jake.

- Hey, Jake. How you doin'?

You wanna hear about the generator?

Don't worry. I'll keep her hummin'

with spit and balin' wire if I have to.

- And the boiler's about to go, too, Doc.

- Then fix it. You're the caretaker, Hank.

Have you managed to get settled in?

First night's a b*tch.

- How long you been here?

- Couple of days.

No one's been here more than a week.

Don't have to meet them to know them.

Take Noah there, all buffed out like a fag.

Completely paranoid.

Back-to-the-wall type.

Got SWAT written all over him.

F***!

F***in' motherf***er's motherfucked!

Lopez. LAPD.

Reverend Jones. Worked homicide before

he found Jesus at the bottom of a bottle.

Check out Jaworski. This guy

couldn't even swallow a bullet.

Stupid f***er missed his brain

and blew half his cheek out.

See the old guy? McKenzie. Member

of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.

Word is he froze up,

let his partner get shot.

They put him on the rubber-gun squad.

All right, let's get started.

This is what I call the witchin' hour.

No lessons, no Twelve Steps.

This is your time.

They told me to put 'em in the bag.

The pieces.

They were so tiny.

Little fingers.

Every once in a while

I'd get a whole hand or... part of a leg.

Mostly blood. It was everywhere.

Their little fingers were just...

rolling around.

I dropped it. I...

I tried to gather 'em up,

but there was so much blood.

I can still smell it.

Some of their fingers

still had paint on 'em.

They were finger-painting

when it happened.

You got somethin' to add, Noah?

This ain't the Boy Scouts. This ain't

about helpin' old ladies across the street.

- He's just a kid.

- Oh, bullshit.

He's just weak, like the rest of you

mamsy-pamsy motherfuckers.

If you can't stand the smell of trash, why

are you workin' in the garbage business?

Maybe he's not as strong as us.

Maybe he never learned to like the smell.

You laugh it up, smiley. You sure as sh*t

won't see me swallowing my gun.

So what do you swallow?

A fifth of gin? Maybe a little speed?

- It ain't the same.

- Yes, it is.

Let's be clear about somethin'.

You people landed here for a reason.

It's not just your careers you're killin'.

Booze may be a slow burn,

but it's still suicide.

Deluxe cabin, my ass!

How'd it go? The first session.

I don't know. What do you wanna hear?

I got no more demons, no more monsters?

We all have demons.

But I stopped believing

in monsters when I was 12.

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