The Dilemma Page #9

Congratulations.

(WHISPERS) Can I speak to you in the kitchen?

I was just going to finish my... Please?

Sure. Okay.

I need to know what's going on.

Nothing.

I'm just toasting, and I'm passionate about honesty.

I'm not talking about the inappropriate toast

that you just gave at my parents' anniversary,

or the bar fight,

or the allergies that you caught from

street plants while chasing fat kids.

I'm talking about

what's going on in your head

that's causing these things.

It's just some stuff that I have to fix.

That's it, honey. And I can't bring you in on it

because that would directly affect my ability to do that.

To do what? To fix it!

Fix it, fix it!

I have to fix it on my own, honey.

Okay, Ronny, you're not fixing anything

and you're breaking more stuff.

And it's enough!

You just gave a whole speech about honesty,

it's time for you to be honest with me!

Is it? Yeah.

Is it honest time now, between us?

Then why don't you start, Beth?

Why don't you tell me about the Kearny Group?

(NERVOUS CHUCKLING EXHALE)

How do you know about the Kearny Group?

Are you going to Las Vegas?

Are you planning on leaving me?

God, Ronny, no! No!

They asked me to open up a restaurant

in City Center, and I said no.

Why?

Because that would mean I'd have to go live

in Las Vegas for a couple of years.

And...

And what, Beth?

And I don't trust you in Las Vegas.

Okay.

Ronny...

Look at you.

Your sponsor called me.

You haven't been going to your meetings,

you're walking around with large amounts of cash,

and it just really feels like two years ago.

You know, I...

I can't get into this with you right now.

If you don't let me in, how do I know what to do?

How can I help you?

I think it's best if I go.

I don't want you to go.

I'm going to go sleep at the office tonight.

You want to do this?

(CLEARS THROAT)

What are you doing?

(WHISPERING) Watching you sleep.

It's creepy, right?

Felix, go play with the hot tub and

the ladies on the line, honestly.

I'm just getting up, it's too much. You're too much.

Please, give me a minute, I don't know where I'm at.

Oh, God. Hey, man. What's going on?

Come on in the house.

What, are you going to shoot me right here

on your porch in broad daylight?

Are you out of your mind?

No, not if you're in the house.

I've googled this.

Do you want to know how it works? Yeah?

You come inside and I defend myself.

Now, I'm not going to pump six bullets into you.

No, that would make me look crazy and out of control.

No, I'm going to pump three into you

like a calm gun-owner would.

Zip, I came here with the intent, and only the intent,

of getting my camera back.

(STUTTERS) Oh, yeah. Your camera?

Come on inside.

If you just want your camera, it's right here.

Listen to me.

I can really appreciate the fact that things got

completely nuts the other night.

And I can also appreciate that a lot of your property...

I appreciate the fact that a lot of your

property got damaged as well.

(VOICE BREAKING) You killed my fish.

You killed my fish, man. I know.

Why would you do that?

Maybe you should be compensated for that.

You should be compensated for that.

I can't put a price on that, because that's a friend.

Although you can't pet it, but what would the fish do?

The fish doesn't want this, man.

I think what the fish is saying is maybe

I should get my camera back.

And maybe, just maybe, and I'm

just hoping against hope here,

maybe we can put this whole thing behind us.

$10,000.

$500.

$5,000.

I have a thousand. I'll give you the thousand.

And an apology.

Zip, if I apologize to you when you

have a gun pointed at my throat,

then I don't think it really counts. (CHUCKLES)

That's a good point.

I'm sorry for what happened.

I need to feel it.

I just need it to really come from right there.

Look, man, I'm sorry, all right?

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

I'm really, really sorry that we're

standing here in this situation.

I'm sorry.

Okay.

(SIGHING)

...seven, eight, nine, 10.

And the $400 I owe for the old person's home. Perfect.

You did this to me.

You know that.

I don't mess with firearms. I don't do that.

I don't do that. Look, I'm a sensitive guy.

You know what I'm saying to you?

Okay.

Thank you.

Drive safe.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

Who the hell are you?

You got no choice now.

You got to go right up to him and just say it to him.

It's not that complicated of a thing to do. It's easy.

You got the pictures, she can't bullshit

you, and that's the end of it.

Come here. Get in here, I love you.

Stop it, you will find somebody else.

You're a great guy, and I love you.

Just keep walking.

Ronny.

Hey.

We were just about to call you, actually.

We were hoping to be a little

better prepared, but I guess

we can start?

Ronny, why don't you come join us?

Who are you?

My name is Dr. Rosenstone.

Your family and friends are here

because they love you, Ronald.

And they can't stand to see you

destroy yourself anymore.

What is this, an intervention?

(CRYING) Yes!

ROSENSTONE:
We don't see the need for labels.

This is just a bunch of friends talking to one friend

and letting them know they love them.

An intervention.

Your sister and her husband would like to start.

I tormented you, I know.

Diane, please don't do this.

I dressed you up like a little girl,

but I'm here to support you.

DIANE:
Ronny, I am!

Okay, okay. It's not what you think.

(WHISPERING) I don't know

how the hell you found out,

but I'll kill you if you ever do that to me again.

Okay.

BETH:
Why don't we all come in and sit down?

Come on.

Let Ronny sit down.

DIANE:
We got a big blue chair waiting for Ronny.

Come on, sweetheart, sit down. It'll be okay.

ROSENSTONE:
Well, it's no coincidence

that we find ourselves here in

a gentle circle of support.

Hey.

Oh, sh*t, am I late?

I'm sorry. I know it's probably really bad

form to be late to an intervention.

Hi, I'm Beth.

Hi, Beth. What's going on?

Hey, big guy.

Who the hell invited him?

NICK:
You know what? I invited him.

You did? You invited him?

Yeah. You know what? I followed

you to his place earlier today.

I saw you pay him.

And after you left, I went up and talked

to him. (MESSAGE TONE BEEPS)

It says right here,

"If possible, it's best to have all enablers present,

"even bookies."

So I agreed to pay your debt if he agreed

to come here tonight, and he did.

Thanks, man. I appreciate this.

It was really nice of you. No problem.

You got to be kidding me.

He's not my bookie, Nick.

ZIP:
Oh, come on, Ronny.

Admit it, man. You bet on everything.

How dare you show up here! You

have no right being here!

He's a scumbag, an enabler, a mistake!

NICK:
Stop it! I asked him to come here!

Come on, don't kill the messenger.

I'm just here to help. I'm helping.

ZIP:
Okay? That's what I'm doing.

Look, he bets on the Bulls, and the Sox,

the Cubs.

He bet on the Hawaii game.

Only degenerates bet on the Hawaii game.

I don't want that for you, man.

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