Repentance Page #2

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I gotta finish it up

before I can put it on the market.

I figure you're too busy

for a simple guy like me.

You say you don't do any

private sessions anymore, right?

It seems like you were in need,

so I figured I'd reach out to you.

How much lithium you taking?

Side effects are debilitating.

The ataxia must be affecting your work.

Blurred vision.

Lack of sleep.

Look, I saw my fair share

when I was a therapist.

Are you bipolar as well?

Don't worry about me.

I believe in confidentiality.

I'm like a vault.

It's a struggle.

I'm not gonna lie, it's a struggle.

May I speak frankly with you?

I don't think renovations are keeping you

from selling this house.

You want your family home.

Your center.

You keep it dark on purpose. Right?

Your denial is so deep.

And you don't know why.

Can you help me?

Well, my rate's $300. an hour.

And we can start today.

I'm gonna wash my hands up

and I'll be back out.

All right.

You're self-conscious.

You're a man who does not like

to admit his faults.

But I want you to be pure with me, Angel.

Tell me your deepest, darkest thoughts.

Breathe.

Breathe. Take a deep breath.

Gautama Buddha,

in the mist of his meditation,

was assailed with doubt.

Christ on the cross said, "Father,

"why has thou forsaken me." Doubt.

Breathe and release your doubt

and feel the pulse of the trees.

It's good.

Listen to the earth, Angel.

Feel the pulse of the trees.

Good.

What was that?

You didn't see anything?

No. I'm sorry. Angel, now where were we?

We're done.

- Wait. What? Wait.

- You don't get it.

My thoughts are running

through my mind so fast,

it's like channels that

just keep switching.

I can't just stop them

'cause you want them to relax.

It doesn't just go away

because you tell them to.

What happened to your mother?

What's that got to do with anything?

Angel, how did she die?

I can't do this with you.

- No, I can't do this.

- Angel.

Wait, no. Look, I have an idea.

Drugs don't cure pain, they just mask it.

I have an idea, but I need your mind

to be clear for it to work.

I can't do it.

Please.

Angel, please.

Thank you.

I trust you.

- Hello?

- Hey, honey.

Just wondering where you're at.

Yeah, I just had a business thing

I had to take care of.

I've been trying to call you

and your phone kept going to voicemail.

I don't...

Look, sweetie,

I took a wrong turn off the interstate

into the wetlands somewhere, so...

Well, your dinner is cold,

but it's here when you get here.

Okay. All right, okay.

- Love your face.

- Love you, too.

Bye.

What's wrong?

Who were you with?

I was with a new patient.

You working with clients again?

It's Angel Sanchez, Francesca's father.

I know you think it's a bad idea,

but it's something I have to do.

Don't ask. I just got to do it, okay?

Trust me.

I want Ben out the house.

Okay.

Okay. He's been on the couch for too long.

- I just want him out.

- Okay.

I'll talk to him tomorrow.

What are you scared of, Angel?

I just don't see the

point of being out here.

We must face your fears head on, Angel.

I'm not afraid of the water.

I'm not. I'm afraid of the river.

When was the last time you smiled?

I don't know.

Did I scare you?

Tell me, Angel.

Be honest, Angel.

Be verbal. Come on.

You don't want to know what I'm thinking.

Look, as ridiculous as it might seem,

just be honest!

It's a boat, Angel. Smile! Try smiling!

Look, I know the distress you feel.

Don't hold it in. Release it.

Toss it out, Angel.

Breathe, Angel. Yeah.

Breathe, Angel.

Breathe.

Are you mocking me?

What are we doing?

They took my mom before her time.

I'm all f***ed up.

I'm empty inside.

I didn't pay you to bring me out here.

I didn't pay you for no boat rides.

I paid you to get rid of my pain.

All right, Angel.

All right.

Which one is hers?

This one at the end. This one.

How do you feel, Angel?

You have to speak to your mother.

Talk to her. Open up.

Breathe, Angel.

Then what? These memories

are not just gonna go away just 'cause...

Repeat after me.

Talk to her.

Mom, I miss you.

Mom, I miss you.

I love you so much.

I love you so much.

I can't figure out a way to let you go.

I can't figure out a way to let you go.

And that is selfish of me.

Breathe, Angel.

I can't.

And that is selfish of me.

I can't.

I can't.

Angel, could you lead everyone in please?

We're here to invite Angel's mother in

one last time,

for one last visit,

then she will be free to move on.

Angel, sit there.

Those were her favorite.

Where do you want it?

- There is fine.

- Okay.

We've prepared this meal for nourishment,

for Angel's mother, for her journey home.

Daddy, I'm scared.

It's okay, Franny. I'm not gonna let

anything happen to you, okay?

Nothing is gonna happen, Francesca.

We're just here to help your daddy, okay?

- You know what? Jessica.

- Yes?

Can you take Francesca

into the kitchen with you?

- Sure.

- Thank you.

I don't know about all this.

The boy is just sad 'cause his mama passed.

This isn't as much a ritual

as it is a way to help Angel

let go of his mother.

I'm glad you said that

'cause this is a Christian house.

For the purposes we're here,

you can think of this as a therapy session.

I wanted Angel's relatives here because

you share the same blood as him.

There's not too much

you can't accomplish as a family.

And together you can pray

to your ancestors to guide Angel's mother.

And then we can rejoice

in her transformation.

For your ancestors.

I give them fresh water

to clear their path.

Angel, can you give me names of relatives

who have passed away?

My dad.

Fred Sanchez.

Uncle Charles.

My Aunt Jane.

- Maurice.

- My cousin. My cousin Edward.

Let's ask them

to meet your mother

and help her on her path

to heaven.

Shall we pray?

Do you have your wishes?

- Yeah.

- Put them in the fire.

Okay?

Come with me.

Sit here.

Angel, let's pray that your mother

moves into the next life.

With all your family here,

let's ask her to move on.

Let's pray

that she will go into the afterlife.

She leaves you

with nothing but her love.

You won't hold her here any longer.

All the sorrow is being washed away.

She's gone, Angel.

She's gone to continue her journey.

She's free.

That leaves you with nothing but her love.

Open your eyes.

Mama.

She's here.

She's still here.

You mean, you feel her presence?

No, no. She's standing.

She's standing right there.

Something's wrong with him.

There's nothing wrong with me.

I'm not sick. I'm not crazy.

She's here.

She's gone into the next life.

She's gone.

Get out! Go!

Go! Get out of the house!

Go!

Angel, I don't think you understand.

You gotta go.

- You gotta go.

- Okay.

You gotta go.

Get out.

Hey, here.

F*** that. I'm cool.

It's cash. It'll get you out of it.

Take it.

You think that little sh*t

you doing is something?

- Are you serious?

- Yeah.

I rearranged my entire life for this.

I just came home from the pen, bro.

Working for 35 cents a day.

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