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and he's thinking about

going into emergency medicine.

So I told her that you

would take him around

one day next week,

show him the ropes.

(COUGHS)

No! I can't.

Why not?

We're gearing up for our yearly reviews.

It's just a really bad time.

Yeah, but I promised her. I promised her.

Hang on, Mom.

What? Code blue?

She's counting on...

Get him into trauma room three stat!

I'll be right there!

I gotta go, Mom!

(SIGHS)

(UPBEAT DRUM MUSIC)

(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Hold on.

Hey, Neil.

Where have you been, man?

Dude, I'm losing it.

What's happening?

Everything in this goddamn city

makes me want to act out.

Get to a meeting.

Yeah, lam, lam. I'm going right now.

Good.

Uh, Neil, how are

you getting there?

(GRUNTS)

That's good.

Good to see you, brother.

It's looking good.

Can I get you some iced tea? Hungry?

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Yeah. Tea sounds good.

David, what's up?

Oh, sh*t.

All right. Well, don't get into

it with him. I'll be right there.

All right. I'm sorry. Okay.

Guy on the job just slipped.

I gotta go.

Come on, you guys are having fun.

Stay and finish.

It's all right, Ma.

If he's gotta go, he's gotta go.

He doesn't have to go.

He wants to go.

Don't make a thing of this, okay?

The guy's having a

nervous breakdown.

You wanna go with me?

(SCREAMING)

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Chuck!

(GRUNTS)

Whoa. Whoa.

Put this down.

Put that down! Put that down!

Thinks he can talk to me like that?

F*** you!

David, I'm sorry. He's off the job.

This is coming out of my pocket.

Yeah, no sh*t it will.

You got a new window now, b*tch!

Okay. All right.

F*** you!

Give me a hand here?

Look at me! Stop it!

Stop it!

Hey. Look at me.

We're gonna go now.

You okay to go?

You okay to go?

Yeah.

All right, come on.

We're not gonna do anything stupid.

We're gonna walk out of here, okay?

Yeah.

All right? Look at me.

We're gonna do this, all right?

(INAUDIBLE)

Now he's all right?

Yeah.

Sorry I've been a shitty son, Dad.

Sorry for all the lying

and the stealing...

The worry and all the bullshit.

I don't...

I don't want to disappoint you

anymore, Pop.

I want you to be proud of me.

Hey.

Jesus, you're beautiful.

What time is our reservation?

About a half an hour.

Plenty of time.

(ROMANTIC MUSIC)

Yes, my tits are fake.

That's what happens

when your real ones try to kill you.

Is that what they mean

by a booby prize?

(LAUGHS)

I have been wanting to do that

since the bug party.

Oh, God. Me, too.

(MOANS)

I'm really sorry for my brevity.

It's just been a really long time for me.

Yeah, right.

A gorgeous, single hetero

with a job in Manhattan?

No, I'm serious.

It's been really long.

Hey.

Will you go with me?

Where?

You know, like, exclusively?

You and me?

Oh, yeah.

Totally.

Really?

Yeah.

That's awesome.

Mmm.

Oh, no, our reservation.

Oh, it's fine.

We still have, like, 28 minutes.

(LAUGHTER)

(OBJECT CLATTERS)

Oh, hey.

(SIGHS)

Is that a sobriety medallion?

Yeah.

I had been in recovery

for five years.

For what?

Sex addiction.

What?

I'm sorry. I know I should

have told you. I've

been meaning to tell

you for a long time.

Is that even a thing? Is that like...

Isn't that something that guys just say as

an excuse when they get caught cheating?

No. No. It's not an

excuse, it's a disease.

I don't understand

why you didn't just tell me.

I don't understand.

I told you right away

that I had had cancer.

Why didn't you tell me?

It's different. There's a stigma.

There's no stigma to cancer?

Cancer gets you sympathy.

My thing gets you judgment.

Okay, do you remember when on our

first date, when you said to me

that you couldn't date another addict

and you wouldn't date another addict?

So there I am, I'm having a great time

with a woman that I really like,

and I'm thinking, "Oh, f***!"

"I don't want this to be over

before it even gets to be started."

Phoebe, I'm sorry.

I should have told you sooner.

I know I should have.

But I'm telling you

now, and I promise you

from now on, it'll be

full disclosure, okay?

(GRUNTS)

I just...

(EXHALES)

I need some time to just

think about all this.

Okay, I understand.

MAN:
Just get a pen, douchebag.

Just get a f***ing pen

and a piece of paper.

Get a pen.

Get a pen.

This guy...

Hey, pal! Take it inside, will you?

We're trying to meditate here.

Yeah? F*** you!

What'd you say?

Why don't you come over the fence?

I'll shove that f***ing thing up your ass!

Take it inside!

(CHUCKLES)

What?

I was just remembering how when you were

a kid, you used to love to wrestle me.

Oh, yeah.

Cute little honey badger

hanging on my leg. (HISSES)

(CHUCKLES)

You used to pin me in,

like, one move every damn time.

Yeah, I could probably still do that.

Maybe... I don't know,

maybe take me two, three moves.

Yeah? You think so? Two or three?

You know, I'm...

Well, I'm getting old. So...

Yeah.

I can't do the one anymore.

Yeah, all right.

You motherf***er!

(LAUGHS)

Oh, sh*t! You're big!

Whoa!

Oh, sh*t.

You okay?

F***.

You all right?

My God.

(GRUNTS)

(LAUGHS)

One! Two!

Three! Oh!

All right, all right, all right.

Winner and still champion!

You f***ing sandbagged me.

That's bullshit.

I'm too fast.

I'm too pretty.

(LAUGHS) All right, that's it.

Round two, let's go.

You're going down, old man.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Come on.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, you got a phone call.

Yeah.

My sponsee.

Hey, Adam, what's up?

Let me go somewhere I can talk.

Rain check.

It's just all so f***ing

complicated, man. I just...

I really am feeling like

just grabbing a f***-it

bucket and going down

in a blaze of Glory.

You know what I'm saying?

Hold on. Hold on. Whoa, whoa.

Listen, Adam.

If I may, you have a slight tendency to

live in the, shall we say, extremes.

Look, life is gonna

throw sh*t at you.

There's gonna be disappointments,

betrayals,

and I know it hurts

like a back alley colonoscopy.

But look, whether it's this

girl or the next girl,

you need to find someone that accepts

the whole you, warts and all.

Listen, I gave Katie Hep C, and she

stuck it out with my sorry ass.

You really are a lucky son of a b*tch.

You do know that, don't you?

I do know that.

And I'm grateful for it every day.

And you will be, too.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Uh, yeah, hello?

Hey, Neil, it's Dede. Um, I met

you the other day at the meeting.

Yeah. Hey, how...

Can you talk? Is this a bad time?

No, no. Now's a good time.

What's going on?

My sponsor's not calling me back,

and I'm freaking the f*** out.

Okay, okay.

Well, um, what's happening?

My ex just called.

He wants me to come over.

The guy is a total lying, toxic sack of

sh*t, but I really wanna go f*** him.

Well, you know, that's maybe not good.

That's not good, I think.

So let's just, um...

Let's talk this through.

Uh, all right, what would happen

if you went over there?

It would be a sh*t show.

Be specific now. What would happen?

I'd get inside and he'd attack me.

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