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Hmm.

Can I see your phone?

Are you serious?

You don't want me to see your phone?

No, and I resent you asking me to see it.

Which makes me think

that you're hiding something.

You know what, Phoebe?

This isn't gonna work

without a little bit of trust.

Let me see your phone.

No.

Give me your phone.

No.

Just give me your phone.

I'm not letting you...

Just give me the f***in' phone.

(SIGHS)

(DROPS PHONE)

Happy?

What's going on with you?

What's going on with you, Adam?

What is going on?

I feel like

you're starting to pull away from me.

I mean, am I crazy?

Yeah, you're right, I know.

So are you gonna talk to me about it?

Yeah.

(DEEP BREATH)

I guess, you know...

(SIGHS)

For me, for so long, you know,

sex was, like, this secretive Chase

for a fix, right?

And now, with us,

it's really hard for

me to connect that

to something that's

loving and intimate and real.

(STAMMERS) And it's not you.

What?

What?

I just don't...

I don't know if I can do this.

Why? Why not?

What do you mean?

We can do it.

We just have to do the work.

Do the work?

Adam, we just met.

I mean, this is crazy.

We should be in the honeymoon phase.

What do you mean honeymoon?

Where do you get that from?

What, did you read that in a book?

Mmm, I think that I might...

(EXHALES)

What?

Need someone who's healthier.

Healthier?

Or not healthier, but...

No. Because I'm sick,

and you, you're healthy

with your compulsive exercising

and your crazy f***ing food bullshit?

I think you're a really

great guy, Adam.

No, you think that I'm

a sick piece of sh*t.

But don't worry. You,

you're perfect, right?

What's up?

Honey, sit down.

What happened?

Did you take your

mom's pain pills?

Did I what?

Simple question.

Did you go into our bathroom

and steal your Mother's pills?

No. I told you guys, I'm clean.

Oh, then what happened?

Did they just sprout wings and fly away?

Mike, come on.

I'm never gonna be anything

but a f***-up to you, am I?

Honey, we won't be mad.

Give us the goddamn pills.

What pills?

You mean the pills she has to take

'cause of what you gave her?

Those pills?

You watch your tone.

What tone, huh?

The tone I learned from you

when you used to come into my room at

night with your f***in' Jameson's breath

and smack me around? That tone?

What are you talking about?

Right, Ma?

What are you talking about?

Say something!

Yeah, take his side

like you always f***in' did.

Stop talking ancient history!

That always f***in' worked.

We're talking about right now.

Good. Fine. Right now, I want an apology.

You want an apology?

Yeah.

You got some f***in' stones, kid.

Apology for what?

For accusing me

of something I didn't f***in' do!

Are you kidding me?

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

That's right, 'cause that would mean

admitting that you're wrong, wouldn't it?

Big Mike's never wrong.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about you, Mr. 12-Step.

You can go pretend that

you're Mr. Recovery

to all your sponsees

who think you're Jesus f***ing Christ.

Guess what, Dad?

I know the truth about you.

You were a monster then.

You're a goddamn hypocrite now,

telling them to go make amends.

You've never even

made amends to your own son

for all the sh*t that you did to me,

all the sh*t that you put me through.

Yes, I did, I did.

You did? When did you ever

make an amends to me?

When?

That's right, never. You never did.

You can start right now.

Dad, say you're sorry to me.

I'm not saying I'm sorry to you.

Say you're sorry to me.

I am not saying I'm sorry to you.

Say you're f***ing sorry to me!

I am not saying I'm sorry to you!

That's right,

'cause you're a f***in' coward!

(KATIE GASPS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

KATIE:
Stop it!

(GRUNTS)

Stop it! Stop it!

(GRUNTS)

Aah!

(WHIMPERS)

(PANTING)

(DOOR SLAMS)

Hey, Mike, it's Adam.

Uh, yeah, I'm in DC for this

postal service meeting,

and I'm not doing so good, man.

Yeah, it's over with Phoebe.

And I'm having some really

dark thoughts here, brother.

So, can you give me a call

when you get this, please?

Okay, thanks, man. Bye.

Come on, come on.

Hey, Margo.

Hey, it's Adam.

How you doing?

Um, I'm great.

Hey, listen. Do you think I could

swing by there and grab the computer?

There's a couple edits

I wanna make on the, um...

Uh...

You know what? I'm fine. Let's just...

We'll bang it out in the morning.

Okay, good night.

Thanks, bye.

F***ing idiot.

(EXHALES)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(MOANING ON COMPUTER)

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

(MOANING ON COMPUTER)

(GRUNTING)

(EXHALES)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Adam?

(MOANING)

Oh, yeah, slow.

Yeah, slow.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(MOANING)

(BOTH MOANING)

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

Hey.

Hi, baby.

I am so happy to see you.

Thanks for coming.

I was seriously bugging out.

Jesus. There's more sh*t than air in here.

Yeah, I know.

You gotta do something about this, dude.

This is not conclusive to your sobriety.

I think you mean conducive.

You got any garbage bags?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Hang on.

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

Dude, explain this to me.

You're trying to stay sober

and you still have your porn collection?

Yeah, I'm really just stashing it up here.

I don't actually watch any of it anymore.

We need to get rid of this.

I know.

No. We need to get

rid of this now.

(DISTANT POLICE SIREN)

You okay with this?

It's like burying

an old friend.

Burning porn, My Lord

Kumbaya.

Really?

Neil's sh*t's burning,

My Lord.

Okay.

Kumbaya.

How am I gonna Jack off now,

My Lord?

Kumbaya.

Oh, Lord, Kumbaya.

You were a little high.

(CLEARS THROAT)

What's wrong?

I've never been just friends

with a guy before.

It's so...

What?

Hot.

I love you, big man.

I love you, too, small

tattooed woman.

Mmm.

(PILLS RATTLE)

I f***ed up.

You always have to be right,

don't you, Mike?

Always.

Oh, really? You gonna start this?

Just get out.

Ah, f*** it. I'm gonna go.

Danny, come on, call us.

Your mom is worried.

Really? (YELLS) Really?

(CLEARS THROAT)

(COME CLATTER)

(CLINK)

Hey, it's Adam.

You wanna come by?

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Give me a five scratches.

(SIGHS)

Uh, 3 Musketeers bar.

Is that it?

Yeah. Let me have, uh...

A bottle of bourbon,

fifth of bourbon.

Yeah.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey.

What happened?

Where is he?

Katie, breathe.

(SOUND ECHOING)

(INDISTINCT FEMALE VOICE)

BECKY:
(DISTORTED)

And then at the last minute,

this guy just, like, jumps

in front of me and takes my cab.

I go down to the subway.

I'm waiting for the subway for,

like, 20 minutes.

I get on, and after two

stops, they stop it,

and they say it's 'cause

of a sick passenger.

Like, how much of a Diva do you

have to be to stop a whole train?

The gumption, it's crazy.

Oh, I remember this place.

Oh, my God. I love this rug.

Are you sure you're not gay?

Pretty sure.

Whoa! Okay.

Give it a second.

You're so f***ing hot.

Thank you.

Uh, time out.

Why don't you

make me a drink or something?

Oh, of course. I'm sorry. How rude of me.

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