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What would the lady like?

Uh, the lady would like a glass of

red wine if the gentleman has one.

The lady's in luck.

I was so surprised when you called me.

Hmm.

It's been a very long time.

I'm glad you picked up.

(CHUCKLES)

So what was the deal with that girl?

Is she your girlfriend?

Ah, yeah, that's pretty much over.

Well, I'm glad you called.

Gives me an excuse to wear this

brand-new little dress I bought.

I know.

Yeah, I love this dress.

Yeah.

You don't think it's too short?

Mmm, not at all.

Really?

Mmm-hmm.

You don't think it's,

like, a little naughty?

I don't know.

I do.

Hmm?

I don't think I should be allowed

to go out like this, right?

No, you shouldn't.

Go on.

Go change your dress.

But I don't wanna change.

Becky, did you hear me?

I told you to go change, now.

Or what?

Becky, I said change your dress.

F*** you. I'm not a child anymore.

Hey, this is my house.

Ow!

You're ruled by my rules.

Ow!

Daddy, stop it!

You're hurting me.

Becky, you gonna

change your dress?

No.

You wanna be a big girl?

Fine. I'll treat you like a big girl.

Oh! No, Daddy!

Yeah.

What are you doing? Stop.

Yeah.

You want me to stop, huh?

Just say it. I'll stop.

Go ahead, tell me to stop.

(PANTING)

F*** me.

(MOANING)

Oh, yeah.

Ahh, okay, now.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Come on, slap me.

I'm not gonna slap you.

F***in' slap me.

I said I'm not gonna slap you.

Come on, f***in' slap me,

you f***ing p*ssy.

I'm not into that.

I'm not into that.

Okay?

Becky.

F***in' slap me. Come on!

Okay. Hey, hey, hey.

You know you want to. F***in' slap me!

Hey, hey.

Come on, f***in' slap me!

Hey!

F***in' slap me!

Come on, f***in' slap me!

(SHUSHES)

Listen to me.

F***in' slap me!

Stop it.

F***in' slap me!

Hey, hey.

F***in' slap me!

Stop, Stop.

(PANTING)

Stop.

Stop.

It's okay.

All right?

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Come on, talk to me.

Don't touch me!

Hey, I...

Don't f***ing touch me!

(SOBBING)

Hey, hey, hey. Hey.

(SOBBING)

Jesus Christ.

Becky?

Hey, Becky.

(SOBBING)

(SHUSHES)

It's all right. It's okay.

It's okay.

(SCREAMS) Get away from me!

(SOBBING)

(DOOR LOCKS)

What?

Becky, hey.

(CRYING)

Becky, come on.

Get away from me!

Open the door, okay?

Come on. Come on out of there.

F***.

Hey, come on. Talk to me.

(SOBBING)

Get away from me!

(METAL CLAN KS)

Hey, hey, hey. What are you doing in there?

What are you doing in there?

Hey, hey!

You know what? Becky, this isn't funny.

Come on now.

(SOBBING)

I can't take it.

(GROANS)

(BECKY MUTTERING)

Mike, I need your help.

Call me ASAP, man, seriously.

(BECKY SOBS)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Dude, where have you been?

I've been trying to call you.

Who?

What girl?

All right. Text me your address.

I'm on my way.

No!

F***in' animals!

You see who did this?

F***!

(HORN HONKS)

(SOUL MUSIC)

(MOUTHING)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Dude.

Hey.

Where is she?

Right here, in the bathroom.

She's right there on the left.

Hey, uh...

Becky.

Becky, listen. My name is Neil.

I'm friends with Adam.

We're worried about you, sweetie.

How about you open the door?

(THUD)

Becky! Hey!

Becky!

Adam, move!

Oh, sh*t!

Becky. Come on.

No.

Talk to me, sweetie.

(BECKY GRUNTS)

Come on. You talk to me here.

(GROANS)

Call 9-1-1.

Adam, 9-1-1!

(GRUNTS)

Yeah, we need an ambulance quick

at 135 West 3rd Street, apartment 2B.

Young female,

polysubstance overdose.

Did you get that? Okay. Please hurry.

Stay with me, Becky.

Oh, man.

Dude, it's all right.

She's gonna be okay.

Ah...

(SIGHS)

Dude, you really are

Anthony Edwards.

F*** that.

I'm George Clooney.

We're looking for our son, Danny Burns.

We've heard he's on the fifth floor.

On, baby.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine, Ma. Are you all right?

(CRYING)

(LAUGHS) Yeah, I'm...

(SNIFFLES)

Are you in pain?

No.

They got me on the good stuff.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

I didn't even have to steal it.

We know that you

didn't take the pills.

Right, Mike?

Will you tell him?

F***in' hysterical.

First drink or drug

in eight months.

I total the car.

I get arrested for DUI.

You must be f***in'

loving this.

Look at you.

What's on your mind, Pop?

Why don't you tell me?

Tell me this is what I get

for white-knuckling it.

Huh?

(CRYING)

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

ADAM:
Thanks for meeting me.

It's really good to see you.

Yeah, you, too.

I thought a lot about what happened, and,

uh, I wanted to clear the air between us.

Um...

I just wanna say that I really regret some

of the things I said to you that night.

I'm sorry.

I'm not.

It was good. I...

You forced me to look at myself.

I needed to hear it.

How'd that go?

Not so good, yeah.

Turns out, uh, I'm not perfect.

No, but you're pretty

f***in' awesome.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Oh, God. It's not fair, you know?

What?

I still hate everybody but you.

(FOLK MUSIC)

I'm gonna ask you to sit

and listen to me for one second.

Things are going to

change between us.

From now on, I'm going to be a son.

I should do something for myself

to show that I love myself.

Give me the most damaged guy you could

find and I was, like, in heaven.

I'm halfway through

my ninth step list.

Just did my first wife.

That was fun.

(LAUGHTER)

I Miss acting out.

I do, I'm serious.

This disease won't let

me take a compliment

unless it comes from, like, I don't know,

a muscley, tattooed Latino man.

My wife would ask where I was, and I

would say I was at meetings at work,

and I led a double

life for a long time.

There are keep-coming-back chips

for newcomers and members wishing

to reaffirm their commitment to sobriety.

Is anyone celebrating 30 days?

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You're welcome.

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