Faults Page #6

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This doesn't make any sense.

Why are you doing this?

F***.

That's terry.

Terry's calling, I

have to answer that.

F***.

Let me out. Let me out,

I want to get out of here!

You okay?

No.

No.

No I'm not f***ing okay, okay?

What is happening to me?

You left your money.

Is that who terry

is in all this?

Is he why you need the money?

Why do you let him control you?

I owe him.

Is he your god?

No.

Then how could you

possibly owe him?

He helped me when I needed help.

He took advantage of you.

No.

Yes.

No.

Nothing ever happens the

way it should with me.

Everything always fails.

What are your failures?

My marriage failed.

Why?

Because of money.

That's an excuse.

Why did your marriage fail?

Don't know.

Why did your marriage fail?

Because I'm a failure.

She saw that?

She already knew, she

just acknowledged it.

Why are you a failure?

Because I've only ever

been good at one thing.

All of this is her fault.

Your wife?

No, a girl.

What was her name?

Jennifer.

What was her name?

Jennifer!

Who was Jennifer?

Do you know, y-You know

the universal concurrence?

We did one of these

exactly like this with her.

What?

Nothing, it doesn't matter.

What happened?

I did everything I

was supposed to do.

She questioned her choices,

went home with her family...

but her family didn't

put in the work.

She was the one on your show.

She was, i...

you had her on two days

after the group suicide.

No one had access

to her like you did.

We flew her out, and it

was all-Expenses paid.

It was supposed to be a

nice vacation for her.

You exploited your

relationship with her.

No.

You did it for ratings.

No.

You knew she was fragile and

yet you put her out there for

The world to judge.

She agreed to it all.

How could I have known she

still felt a connection to the

Concurrence?

How could you not have known?

You pressed her.

You opened the wound.

You gave her the knife and

she slit her wrists with it.

She wanted to be with them.

She made that choice.

She had free will.

Did she really?

Look me in my eyes and tell me

you don't blame yourself for

Jennifer's death.

Everyone dies.

No!

Look at me.

Listen to my words.

Feel them.

Are you to blame for

Jennifer's death?

I was in control.

I used her.

I could've helped her,

but I chose not to.

I made that choice.

And that choice

cost you everything.

Everything, yes.

Tell me what you lost. I want

to hear it.

My show, money, my

house, my wife...

no!

Those are things.

What did you lose?

Every kind of respect.

Are you happy with who you are?

Do you owe terry your happiness?

No.

What do you owe him?

Nothing.

Do you owe him your money?

No.

The only person you

owe is yourself.

Do you see that?

I see it.

Does what I say

make sense to you?

It makes more sense than

anything I've ever heard.

How do you feel?

Clear.

Free.

Close your eyes.

Push everything

out of your mind.

Picture yourself where you

are at this very moment.

Imagine you are

composed of two parts.

Two yous.

One lives inside the other.

This you has lived inside the

other its entire existence

Because it did not

know any other way.

Do you see the other you?

I see him.

I want you to pull

him out of you.

Rip him from inside you.

And look at yourself

from outside yourself.

Do you see?

I see.

You're seeing yourself from a

vantage point you have never

Seen before.

This is how others see you.

What do you see?

Loneliness.

Sadness.

Weakness.

I want you to walk

through the door, Ansel.

I want you to picture yourself

walking through the door as if

It isn't even there.

Are you through?

I'm on the other side.

I want you to unlock the door.

Pull the other you back, Ansel.

Let your two selves

become one again.

Open your eyes.

Open the door.

Do you trust me?

Unquestionably.

Roth, open up.

I know you're in there.

Front desk said you

haven't checked out yet.

Come on, Michael.

Jeez Louise, what's

taking so long?

Michael?

Michael, what are

you doing in here?

Good lord!

Oh, you sure startled me.

I think I'm in the wrong room.

Hi terry.

Oh, Ansel.

You didn't answer

our call earlier.

It old you to have the

money for me today.

And yet here you are

screening my phone calls.

I'm sorry, but that

is just plain rude.

I'm getting sick and tired of

playing these games with you,

Making me drive all

this way out here.

Now where's my money, Ansel?

And where is Michael?

He's moved on.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm not sure.

Oh god, Michael!

Michael!

What have you done?

I was only trying

to scare you is all!

Why'd you have to go

and take it this far!

He's just an actor!

Do you know what

a fault is, terry?

This is your fault!

Not "fault." A fault.

What in the heck are

you talking about?

A fault is a fracture.

It's a place where pressure

builds and builds until it

Releases.

Just listen amigo, I promise...

I-I won't tell anyone.

One day I will be a mountain

terry, but for now I am a

Fault.

Ugh, oh, no!

Ow!

Oh, you did so good.

You did so good.

Doesn't it feel

right just to listen?

Isn't it easier than thinking?

I've forgotten

something in the room.

I don't know how long I'll be,

but I want you to wait for me.

Are you going to wait for me?

Where else am I going to go?

How were we?

You were both amazing.

Did you take care of him?

Oh, just making sure, this was

the white one, not the

Colored fella?

The man who struck me, yes.

He is no longer.

God willed it.

You understand how special

you are, don't you?

Both of you.

I couldn't have done

this without you.

You have both reached

the final level.

How does it feel knowing

you're about to move on?

I feel...

happy.

Yes, this is very special.

I never felt this way before.

You have always been...

and always will be with us.

We will see you

on the other side.

With his knowledge, your

teachings will expand beyond

Anything we could've imagined.

Ira, we love you.

Sorry, it's broken.

No more apologies.

We don't dwell on

what's happened.

Only what's happening now.

We don't feel sorry

for ourselves.

We have each other,

and we are strong.

Where am I going?

Home.

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