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supposed to be here

and the people that end up here,

and you're definitely

in column two.

Oh.

Oh, I feel like

I belong in column one.

Ohh. What?

Come on.

You didn't think so

yesterday, so, uh,

what changed?

What did you want to be

when you were a kid?

Me?

Mm.

Sh*t!

I wanted to be an astronaut.

Yep.

But, uh, I found out

that, you know,

you had to deal

with all these numbers

and sh*t,

and, uh,

I'm trash at math, so...

Didn't work out.

There's still time.

Yeah. Sure there is.

Go to University of Phoenix,

right? Maybe I'll do that.

What about you?

It's too late for me.

Nah.

I was going to be

this renegade medical student

who was able to

pinpoint diseases

that all the old

traditional surgeons

couldn't see.

Oh, okay.

Mm.

It's a nice fantasy,

but I had no follow-through.

I-I had... I mean,

I had the ambition,

but I didn't have

the drive or the dedication

to make it.

Oh.

I couldn't even make it

through pre-med.

Mmm.

I had to switch majors

when I was a junior.

But I still wanted

to do something, you know,

so I volunteered at a hospice.

Uh, well?

Mmm.

That's where I met David Strine.

"Most companies settle

with the government,

but several area cases

involving more than two dozen

power plants

in the South and Midwest

are still pending.

Remaining suits demand fines

for the past..."

He was nice, you know?

Quiet, uncomfortable.

And I felt bad.

I mean, how do you

spend two hours a week

talking to your father

who doesn't even recognize you?

My father died when I was 15.

- Respiratory failure.

- I'm sorry.

No one saw it coming.

So while I was fantasizing

about being the savior

who would pull his father

back to clarity...

David was having

his own fantasies.

He would want us to be together.

Okay, let's talk about

Sawyer Valentini

in Boston, year zero.

Um, obviously I would

recommend sensors

on all your doors and windows.

I would swap the terrace doors

out for a steel-core door.

Um, update your dead bolts.

Uh, I want to talk to you

about situational awareness,

okay?

Where's the nearest

police station?

Where's the nearest

fire station?

These are things

that should always be

right on the tip of your tongue.

Yeah, parking...

Um, I know you have parking

in the rear of the building

with the back entrance.

I'm gonna ask you

not to use that anymore.

I know it's convenient,

but I would advocate

selling your car

and using a ride service.

If you can't or won't do that,

uh, I would say

park on the street,

preferably under a light source.

And come back and walk through

this courtyard here

where people can see you.

With your keys

in your hand, by the way.

You want your keys

always in your hand.

You don't want to be

digging around in your purse

in the dark for your keys.

Um, and I'll talk to you about

and help you with a go-bag.

You know, just cash,

credit cards, uh,

change of clothes,

flashlight, charger,

that kind of thing.

A firearm,

if you're open to that idea

of purchasing

or registering a firearm

and learning how to use it.

Think about altering

your routine.

Uh, when you go to work,

when you leave work,

um, that kind of thing.

How about social media?

Are you on any social media

accounts?

Uh, I'm on Facebook,

but my account's private, so...

Right. Okay, that's no good,

because he'd be able

to, you know, figure out

a friend of yours

from marching band

or a sorority sister

and go get photos from them,

create a bogus account

and then try to friend you

that way.

Your friends know your e-mail.

Just... That's enough.

Just delete the Facebook today.

Um, and then talk

to your friends, you know.

Be open about this.

Inform them what's going on.

Tell them not to mention you.

Don't tag you on Instagram.

You know, uh, um...

You know, baby showers

or, you know, Chardonnay date

with the girls.

You know, whatever it is,

if there's someone

taking a picture,

you do whatever you can

to get out of it, all right?

And think of your cell phone

as your enemy.

And this:
your new best friend.

And now he's here.

Or maybe it's all in my head.

Hey, come here.

Come here.

Hey.

Hmm?

Column two.

For life.

Give me some.

Give me some now.

Come on.

Ahh, hey!

Hey.

You've been

to the hood

a couple times, huh?

Sawyer.

I'm sorry you've had

such a rough day.

Sweet dreams.

Drop dead.

I need to use your phone.

Now!

God, hey!

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

I need to use it now.

Okay.

Geez, just keep your voice down.

Everyone's f***ing asleep.

What?

Hi, can I have

Angela Valentini's room, please?

Yep.

Mom, hi, it's me.

I left a message on your cell.

Can-Can you just give me

a ring back as soon as possible?

Thanks.

Thank you.

Hey.

Man, I don't even know if

she's telling the truth or not.

I mean, some days she's normal,

but other days it's, like,

I don't know.

Maybe I just been in here

too long.

Forget all that.

Look, I need you

to check on something for me.

And not because I like her.

Get any calls last night?

This morning?

No calls, no texts,

no voice mails.

Sh*t.

My mom didn't pick up

last night.

Not her cell,

not her motel room.

Moms call back.

That's what they do.

Yeah.

Hey. What's this,

like, day five

in here for you?

Mm-hmm.

Well, focus on that.

You've done most your time.

It's all downhill from here.

Just keep your head down

for a few more days.

And you're free.

And I promise you, on that date,

your mom will be

standing right there

waiting for you.

Smiles!

You're a good person.

Ha!

I do a decent impression of one.

Don't tell nobody, all right?

How long have you got

left in here?

Well...

The opioid withdrawal program

is a four-week project.

I've done three weeks,

so, I got one week left.

So, uh, I get out

a few days after you.

We should maybe...

No!

No?

No.

Okay.

I don't know.

I mean, it's completely

different on the outside.

Plus, you'll have

your own phone.

My usefulness to you

will be dramatically

reduced.

You've been a friend to me.

And I'd like the opportunity

to be one for you.

Okay.

If you let me.

Yeah.

Once you're free,

you might have a completely

different perspective.

And I don't blame you.

But should that not happen...

maybe you'll let me

use your phone.

Maybe.

No hidden phones.

No personal relationships

that can impede upon

another patient's recovery.

What's wrong with you, man?

What the f***, man?

What the f***, man?

Ooh!

That's right, baby girl.

Your boo didn't show up

to group.

Now he's blowing off lunch.

You think it's you?

You think it's your personality?

Think it's your little rat face?

Huh?

F*** you!

Ow!

She had f***ing started it.

I don't feel safe

around her. No one does.

You don't know

when she might snap.

She's f***ing crazy!

I'm fine!

I hate you!

Well, I love you.

Your f***ing face.

Oh, f***! Oh, my God!

Look what he's done!

No, no, no!

She smuggled a phone.

That is not allowed.

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