The Relationtrip Page #6
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Why the hell would
you do that?
She wanted to come
and meet you.
Oh. Okay.
Well, now is not
the best time.
I mean, I'm in the shower,
and you were supposed to,
like, get ready
and go do something
together.
Okay. So what am I
supposed to do?
Tell her not to come inside?
Get back into her car
and drive all the way home
without meeting you?
I mean, yeah.
[exhales]
Mommy!
[mother] My sweet boy!
How are you?
You look tired.
Are you sleeping enough?
Yes, I'm sleeping enough.
Okay. Here, I brought you
some clean undies.
Oh, okay.
Thanks, Mommy.
You know, Liam, I was googling
this place on the computer,
and I read that there are spiders
and scorpions everywhere.
And if they get you,
your skin falls off.
There were pictures...
[exclaims]
Yeah. No, I haven't seen any.
[mother] Okay.
So, are you going to
invite your mother inside?
Or do you want her to bake
out here in the sun?
Well, actually, Mommy, um...
Beck's in the shower
right now.
[mother]
Oh, she's in the shower.
[gasps] Liam!
Is she naked in there?
Actually, no.
Probably not.
[mother]
Oh, thank God.
Well, we'll just put the kettle
on and wait for her to finish up.
Actually, Mommy,
the thing is...
Beck isn't really feeling
well right now. So...
Liam, she's sick?
[coughs] She could
be contagious.
No, I don't think so.
Oh, no?
Well, you know who else didn't think
I knew what I was talking about?
Yes, I know, Mommy.
I know.
I'm just gonna stay here, okay,
and take care of her.
But I'll make sure I take
plenty of vitamins.
Oh, you are such
a sweet prince.
How did you get to
be so sweet?
Oh...
My sweet mommy, probably.
I love you my sweet
little peanut boy.
Okay, I love you, too.
- Okay, sweetie.
- Okay.
- Mommy loves you.
- I love you.
- Sweetheart. [kissing]
- Okay.
- I love you.
- Bye, Bye.
I love you. Bye bye.
[sighs]
Okay, let's hear it.
Hear what?
What do you have
against my mother?
What? I don't even
know your mother.
And whose fault is that?
Okay. I just think it's
a little bit weird
that you'd invite her
here today.
- What?
- I mean, I thought we were gonna, I don't know...
hang out together
like we used to.
Not just sit around all day while
you play your stupid Nintendo
and hang out with
your mom.
Okay, first off, you know damn
well that is not a Nintendo.
Okay? And secondly, I'm a
little offended that you...
I'm sorry, I can't understand
what you're saying right now,
because you're gnawing off your
fingers like a f***ing psychopath.
You said you thought
that was cool.
Okay. I used to think
jean shorts were cool.
Real nice, Beck.
Real nice.
Can you help me
take this thing off?
Why do you wanna
take it off?
Because it's itchy, and
it's way too tight, and...
I just need
to take it off.
Well, you can't.
What?
Why not?
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God, Liam.
What is this thing?
It's a tracking device.
What did you think it was?
What?
Yeah. How else am I supposed to
know where you are at all times?
Liam, that is insane!
That's, like, beyond insane.
Wait, hold on.
Don't... Okay.
I need to know you're
safe at all times.
Ow! You just made it tighter!
Beck, I'm sorry, okay?
But I can't lose you too.
[slow clap]
Oh! What the f***
is that?
Nice performance there,
douchebag.
Relax. He's just
a friend of mine.
That's right.
Relax, Liam.
Relax, man!
Let me get up to speed here.
So, uh...
For some reason,
Mr. Clingy with the dead
stripper girlfriend here
is totally hooked on
the Beck sauce. Ow!
And he's upset because you
don't wanna meet his mommy
and wear a tracking
bracelet, right?
Am I right?
Yeah. Well, honestly,
I'm surprised the guy's so jazzed up
on you, considering all your weird,
albeit justified body issues.
Okay, I'm sorry. Who is
this mean little monster?
Oh, who's this mean...
You know, I got your mean
little monster right here.
Oh, gross, man.
Come on!
Just cut it out, guys.
Beck, can I please
see you in the fort?
Alone?
Oh, well, hello.
Hey, Liam.
What the hell's going on?
Beck, I think this will
be really good for us.
Thank you, Liam.
Beck, Liam wishes to unburden
himself of his feelings.
Oh, he does?
This is a safe space.
Why don't you sit down?
I'm sure there's a thing
or two you'd like to say
as well?
I'll sit down.
Liam, you, too.
[Beck sighs]
What's on your mind, Liam?
Well, first,
Dr. Lipschweiss,
let me just say thank you
so much for taking time
out of your very busy schedule
to meet with us.
We really appreciate it.
I recently had
the displeasure
of meeting one of
Beck's friends.
And I have to say that
I am a little uncomfortable
with the nature of
their relationship.
We're doing this?
Okay, we're doing this.
Hi, Dr. Lipschweiss.
Hi.
I think Liam needs
to calm down.
Chippy is just a friend.
And Liam here is acting
like a crazy person.
[Liam] Chippy?
That's the guy that
texted you earlier?
Why is this guy texting you
and then showing up uninvited?
Dr. Lipschweiss, why is
this guy texting her
and then showing up uninvited?
Because, Liam, he's one of
my oldest friends in the world.
That's just his thing.
It's what he does.
He's your oldest
friend in the world?
Is this the same friend that got
you all f***ed up in college?
Liam!
Language!
This is a safe space.
Sorry, Dr. Lipschweiss.
Look, I was in
a dark place back then.
Okay?
I am just as much to blame
for that as Chippy.
[sighs] He may seem
a little bit, you know,
rough around the edges,
but honestly,
the truth.
Okay.
Well, I don't want you
seeing him anymore.
Excuse me?
[Liam] You heard me.
You can't tell me who I
can be friends with.
Really? 'Cause I'm
pretty sure I just did.
Wow. So this is one of those,
like, "It's him or me" things?
Yeah.
Pretty much.
I feel like the choice
should be pretty obvious.
I mean, that guy is
an a**hole.
And he's the reason you messed
up your whole f***ing life.
Liam!
Safe space.
Sorry, again.
- Wow.
- [Chippy humming]
Oh. Okay.
Sorry, didn't know you guys
were mid-sess.
Man, it looks like you're really
working through some things here.
So?
I'm gonna go on a beer run.
Beck, I know what you like.
Liam, I'll see if they make
wine coolers for you, sport.
Cool, cool, cool. Thanks, man.
I appreciate that.
Yeah? How about you, toots?
No, thank you, um...
sweetheart.
Well, okay.
[humming]
[footsteps walking away]
[clock ticking]
You know what I think?
I think our time is up.
[whooshes]
I think we made some
good progress here today.
I have a proposal to make you.
Okay, sure.
You trust me?
Yes, Dr. Lipschweiss,
we trust you.
We'll try anything.
Well, that's good.
Liam, I think you
should move out.
- What?
- Sounds good.
Some time apart
will be good for you both.
Mm-hmm. Agreed.
Okay. Well, guess that's it.
[clears throat]
You heard her.
That settles it.
Thank you, Dr...
The session is not over.
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