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- Where the f*** is Shamus?

- I don't know.

I've been on ecstasy all day.

- Do you know where Shamus is?

- Jesus knows.

- Yeah, come on, follow me.

- Come on, let's go.

Mitch is f***ing paying $200,000 a month...

How are you doing?

And where's the landscaping at, man?

I mean, where's the weed-eater at?

Where's the pride of ownership?

How long has Shamus been here?

It's hard to say.

Two days maybe.

- Jesus Christ.

- Yeah.

- Is that him?

- Shamus.

Is that Shamus?

- Holy sh*t.

- Hey, snap out of it.

- Dude, hello.

- Where the f*** have you been?

I f***ing called your home, you little prick.

- Come on.

- Wait, don't touch that drum.

Come on.

F***ing hell.

You just got out of the f***ing hospital.

What the f***?

What the f***?

This is what the f***.

This isn't what I f***ing thought

it was going to be like.

What? Wasted out of your mind

in a drum circle?

F***.

Do you know what they're f***ing saying

about me on the Net?

- What?

- They're f***ing saying I've got a big cock.

That's awesome.

F***... I want to be f***ing taken seriously.

Well, you're not going to be

f***ing taken seriously

if you keep getting hospitalized

for heatstroke.

Listen, you got a f***ing

couple of Coke cans hanging.

You're a goddamn tripod.

Embrace that sh*t.

- I just want to make films, you know.

- I got a film for you.

It's you, and you have a massive cock

on a massive asteroid hurtling toward...

F***ing good films, you know?

It's going to be good.

- Sh*t.

- We got to get you out of here.

I said don't f***ing touch the drum!

Don't touch the drum.

Come on.

F***ing hell.

Shamus, lose the girl.

We're going.

Wait, Patrick!

- I didn't know you came here.

- I don't.

Me neither.

Listen, I got this drum circle script.

It's kind of like Big Wednesday

meets Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.

- That sounds amazing.

- It's amazing.

- Send it to my office.

- Yeah, okay.

Hey, sorry.

- You're Patrick Silver, right?

- I am.

I'm a writer.

- Really?

- Yeah.

I have a script I wrote last year.

Comedy or drama?

You know, it's hard to say.

I feel like life isn't really

one or the other.

Right, right, right.

Send it to my office.

- Cool. Thank you.

- Thank you.

Bye now.

- You sure this is a cig?

- No.

I had a dream last night.

I was in the ocean on a boat.

I think it was a Coast Guard boat,

and I think I was in a uniform.

And so, we were crashing

through the waves

and there was a storm

and raining and everything...

We were searching for someone.

Someone had to be rescued.

And when we finally found him...

...it was me.

I was the one drowning.

But I was also on the boat.

Maybe I'm suffering

from compassion fatigue syndrome.

And just what the f*** is that?

When you're overwhelmed.

Yeah, it's when you're overwhelmed

by a feeling.

Drowning in a feeling.

Does that...

Look, kid, you can't beat

the sh*t out of yourself

because she...

Excuse me, Dr. Carter.

Your 2:
00 is here.

Thank you. Be right there.

That's all I get?

No, absolutely not.

It is out of the question.

Of course you can.

Read the file.

No, Dad, look.

She's a kid, all right?

She's probably got real problems, real stuff.

Ghetto stuff.

What do I know about that?

I can barely handle the patients

that I already... Dad.

That's a European cigarette.

Just put it down, now.

So people pay you

to tell you their problems?

How much?

Well, normally... Oh, no.

You and I, this... This is pro bono.

- It means that...

- No, I know what it means.

You should bill my school.

You know,

just because they sent you here,

doesn't mean they think

you're crazy or anything.

They just thought

it might be good for you

to have someone to talk to.

Yeah, I know.

I've seen Ordinary People.

So, you want to tell me

what happened to your hand?

It's in the file.

I'd rather hear it from you.

I punched out a mirror

in the girls' bathroom.

What happened?

Don't want to talk about it.

My father tells me

you've been skipping classes.

I go to the movies.

You like the movies?

No, I hate movies.

I was just trying to figure out

what's going on in your life...

It's in the file.

I didn't know.

It says that your mother...

I don't want to talk about that.

Look, I know how hard it is,

- but sometimes...

- F*** this.

...when you lose someone...

Jemma.

I thought you weren't supposed

to be my friend anymore.

Yeah, well, I couldn't do it.

Want to go get some dinner or something?

I can't even write two sentences.

I'm broke.

I'm mowing lawns.

Mowing lawns?

Whose lawns?

Just your dad's right now.

You're mowing my dad's lawn?

- Your table's ready.

- Thank you.

- Are you kidding?

- No, I'm serious.

You know, I need to start therapy again.

With me?

No, no, no, I can't.

I can't pay you right now,

but we can add it to the tab.

Or I can clean your pool or something.

But you'd have to pay for the chemicals.

No can do. Arigato.

You know, we haven't gone

to dinner since the...

I know.

If my mother was her godmother,

what does that make us?

Godbrothers by marriage.

- Does that even exist?

- I don't think so.

Rode my moped to the cemetery last week.

Left her some flowers.

She would've liked that.

Do I know you?

Nope.

You probably don't know this.

She followed you in her car that night

because you insisted on driving

your piece of sh*t home

even though you were blasted.

She did?

And she said every time

you came to a stoplight,

you toppled over.

She said, like in slow motion,

like an oak tree.

You know, l...

I watched Taxi Driver with her

and there was that scene when he goes

to the movie theater in Time Square.

Remember that?

And I looked over at her then,

and she was...

And she was crying.

The first step towards happiness

is always the hardest.

Who said that?

You did.

I did?

Yeah.

You want to borrow it?

Yeah, maybe.

Maybe I should read it.

I'll just give it a quick read.

Yeah, it's good.

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Who's this?

- This is August.

Come here. Say hi.

I didn't know you came here.

Well, only once a week.

We used to come a lot more often,

but the vet's afraid he's going to have

a heart attack.

Or maybe it's me.

It's good to see you.

God, I look awful.

- Oh, no.

- I'm all sweaty.

No, it's... I look terrible.

I'll see you next week.

Evan's not coming anymore.

What? Is he off rockin' c*cks?

No, he's just not coming.

- Well, it's good to see you.

- Yeah.

So, I was thinking today maybe we could

just drive around, you know?

Maybe go up to the planetarium

or something.

F***, I just feel like

getting out of the hotel.

Or how about going

to the apartment building

where F. Scott Fitzgerald died?

- Who?

- F. Scott Fitzgerald.

- Who's that?

- He's a writer.

F***, I'm not saying...

Just get in the car and drive around.

I can't.

I have an audition in an hour.

Can you blow it off?

No, 'cause then I have to go to work.

- You have to go to work?

- Yeah.

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