Love and Mercy Page #4

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- Nope.

- You know, I'm...

- You... you should have it.

- No, no, you know what? He's not as hungry

- as he thinks he is.

- I'm... I'm hungry.

Ah-ah-ah. No, you're not.

You know what?

You need to drink more water

and you would be full.

- I think he's hungry.

- Go ahead. No, patience is a virtue.

- Seriously, he can wait.

- I think he should...

- I can share.

- Taste it.

- Good? Far out.

- Mmm.

Far out.

- Hey, Gene.

- Yeah?

Exactly what allergies

does he suffer from anyway?

Don't you worry about that.

Brian's medications are very

carefully administered,

if you must know.

You know what? No, God damn it!

Jesus Christ!

Seriously?! Seriously?!

You have got to learn

to wait your goddamn turn!

Jesus Christ!

Now this is what happens, okay?

I'm hungry. No!

You are not goddamn hungry!

You think you're hungry!

Do you you understand

the goddamn difference?!

Wait your turn!

You have got to be kidding me!

You have no idea the

consequences from this.

- Okay?

- No.

No idea, man! Come on!

Jesus Christ! Rob?

First of all, I want to apologize

about the other night.

I can get worked up sometimes

when it comes to Brian.

Now, I should have

met with you earlier,

but with all of that said,

I really don't want

you to be alarmed

by what, uh, I'm gonna

talk to you about now.

But you should know

that you are dealing with

a very, very... sick man.

There's no other way

to say it. Sorry.

Well, how sick is he?

Brian is a...

paranoid schizophrenic.

But you really

do not need to be alarmed

because I have it under control.

I am the control...

so to speak.

When I started

working with Brian,

he weighed, what... 300 pounds?

He spent all day in bed

eating bloody steaks

and a lot of junk food.

- Self-medicating.

- Oh.

Drinking, among other things.

Uh, just not dealing,

not able to look me in the eye.

Not able to look anybody

in the eye.

Frankly, suicidal.

- So...

- Really?

I pulled him out of the grave,

and I stood him up,

and I taught him

how to start living again.

He was very open,

I mean, he... I...

- Hmm.

- ...thought, you know, he told me

he was taking

medication for anxiety...

- and a little depression.

- First thing, don't...

believe everything

that Brian tells you.

He's, uh... he's a little

boy in a man's body.

I mean, there's a lot

of playacting going on

in Brian World.

Are you in love with him?

Oh...

Please understand something.

I hope you do.

It's my job... it's my duty

to approve anyone that

Brian is spending time with.

And I mean everyone.

Yeah? So...

If you want to

continue to see him,

well, then there's

gonna have to be some rules.

Um, for example,

if Brian calls you,

asks you out for a date,

well, that's fantastic,

but I need you to call me

directly... immediately.

And afterwards,

I think it would be

therapeutically useful

if you report to me

everything that happened.

Your thoughts, your feelings.

Uh, his thoughts, his feelings.

And so far as you can report

on those things objectively

from your perspective.

You follow me?

I'm giving you

unprecedented access here.

But... I need you...

to work with me.

All right,

you want a cup of tea?

But, you know, your suspicion

is just like Brian's

initial paranoia.

His desire not to get better.

But, you know, that came from

no sense of self-worth,

no belief in himself,

no ability to trust.

You have the ability

to trust, Melinda?

Come on.

I'm helping a great man

learn how to be alive again.

Why not trust me?

I'm gonna try, Gene.

I just don't know you.

Mm-hmm, but I know you.

As I told you, it is my job.

Okay?

You think of yourself as an

independent woman, right?

Hagerty girl, right?

Successful modeling career,

some long-term relationships,

disappointments. Hmm?

Your last boyfriend took

you for a bit of a ride.

Had a girl in every port.

And now you...

sell cars.

Well, we all do what we can.

We do.

- And life can be painful.

- Hmm.

I know. That's all I'm saying.

You know, I don't believe

in coincidences.

There's a reason we met.

All of us. Let's work together.

Help me out and let me help you

and help me help Brian. Okay?

Thanks, Gene. Thank you.

Take good care of yourself.

Konnichiwa.

- Where's my favorite big brother?

- Denny!

- How you doing? Oh, hey.

- Ooh!

Hey, man, forget about

California girls,

- Tokyo is where it's at!

- Tokyo girls? Denny.

- I missed you, Bri.

- Oh, it's good to see you.

Hey, look, I got you a souvenir.

Hey, it matches

your shirt. It's cool.

- Hey, Al, good to see you!

- Good to see you.

- Bruce, thanks for being there for me.

- It's an honor, Brian.

No way to fill your shoes,

but I did my best.

- Cousin.

- Mike!

- Good to see you.

- Good to see you!

- What happened? Look at that beard!

- I know, I know,

but what happened to you? You're

getting a little tubby here.

What happened? You should

go on a fast with me.

Well, I'm already

eating as fast as I can.

Well, fatty, we are ready

to rock to your roll, man.

- Let's... let's listen to some tracks.

- Good to see you.

- All right!

- What you got cooking?

You know, Carl, a samurai

sword would have been...

Well, yeah, but I just...

- it was in the airport.

- Does it look cool?

Hey, Brian? This chorus.

The lyrics.

Don't you think

it's a little, uh...

What?

"Hang on to your ego,"

what are you trying to say?

Uh...

well...

- "hang on to your ego."

- Yeah, ego.

Are you saying...

Is this a druggie song?

Is this a drug song?

- A drug song?

- Yes, "hang on to your ego."

Uh, "hang on, but I know that

you're gonna lose the fight."

I don't know. I... I don't

think it's a drug song,

- whatever that is.

- "They come on like they're peaceful",

but inside they're so uptight.

"They trip through the day and waste

all their thoughts at night."

Sounds like a druggie

to me, Brian.

- Druggie?!

- Don't pretend like you don't know

- what I'm talking about here!

- Okay, it's about ego. That's all.

It's about ego?

That's all? Okay.

I'm not trying... I'm not trying

to be a tough guy here, okay?

I'm just asking a question. I just

wanna know if it's a drug song.

If it's not a drug song,

I wanna know what it's about.

Does it sound like a

drug song to anybody else?

Okay, it's not a drug song,

but is it about...

I don't know, it sounds fine.

Okay, okay, so hang on...

we'll hang on to our ego.

Let's all just hang on to our

egos and record the song.

You have that attached

to the flash?

Brian, your voice

is on the track.

Stop, please.

Yeah!

No.

- Yes.

- What do you mean, "yeah"?

Hmm?

I mean, yeah, I left them in.

I like it.

- We're listening here.

- You left them in?

The voices? The talking

and in your head?

That's part of the song?

It's just like all the

other instruments we use.

It's all part of it.

- Play the studio?

- I like it, Bri.

They're not gonna

hear it anyways,

it's buried under there.

I... I think it's really cool.

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