Drunks (1995) - full transcript
At the beginning of a nightly Alcoholics Anonymous meeting, Jim seems particularly troubled. His sponsor encourages him to talk that night, the first time in seven months, so he does - and ...
(smooth jazz music)
(vehicles whooshing)
(metallic rattling)
(pedestrians chattering)
(music drowns out voices)
- [Man] This one, (music
drowns out voice) here,
got the automatic (music
drowns out voice).
(groovy jazz music)
(truck beeping)
- Hi, Melanie.
- Oh, hey, Jim, I'm sorry.
I can't believe how late I'm running.
(thudding)
- I'm early.
- [Melanie] Come on, Billy.
- (faint speaking) It's
like a war out there.
(thudding)
- Well, stay warm.
- 'Night, Marty.
- Bye, Jim.
- 'Night.
- [Marty] Hey, Jim, Howard
can't make it tonight.
- Why, he's working overtime again?
- Oh, no, his wife is sick.
He was gonna speak for me tonight.
- Hey, listen, man, you don't wanna know
what's goin' on with me.
- When was the last time
you spoke at a meeting?
- About seven months ago,
why, you don't remember?
- You need it.
- Hey (chuckles).
- Hi, how you doin'?
- Okay, I'm okay, how you doin'?
(exclaims)
(faint speaking)
Doing good.
- Yeah.
- I'm doing good.
- Doing all right, you look great.
- Hey, Marty.
- Hey, Tony, well, it's day 25.
- 26.
- 26, great.
Your sponsor's in the kitchen.
- Okay.
- Get the fuck outta here, fucking way.
Hey.
- How you doing, Jimmy?
- How you doing, good to see you.
Listen, I called you back,
but I got your machine
so, uh, you know, it didn't
pick up or something, you know?
- Yeah, well, I didn't
get the message but--
- No, no, I called you.
- All right, whatever, you--
- How you doin'?
- I'm all right.
Well, I'm upset, I'm
angry, I'm, I'm nervous.
I'm angry, you know--
- Why, the resume again?
- (sighs) The resume, man,
you know, the resume already,
you know, I'm like I go
to the computer place
or the printing whatever
the hell it is, I go there
to pick it up, I hand over the 25 bucks.
- Right.
- Which is ridiculous.
Then I go to a diner to pick
up my 579th cup of coffee
you know, I gotta refuel, gotta refuel,
another cup of coffee, it's 11
o'clock and I'm still tired,
but I'm wired, tired and wired.
So, I leave, I walk two
blocks, look at this hand,
then I look at this hand,
shaking, oops, no resume--
- Hey, Tony, let me ask you--
- Back in the diner--
- Tony.
- What?
- You wanna hear this?
- Yeah, I heard it already.
- You don't care, then I don't care.
- Tony, hey, did you drink today?
- (exhales sharply) No,
but I'll tell ya, I'd love
a nice Mexican with a lime, you know,
I just wanna get wasted, man.
- So what, you're an alcoholic.
- Yeah, definitely.
- Yeah.
So then why don't you go out there and put
some fuckin' ashtrays on
the chairs, all right?
Go on.
- Yeah.
- Hey, Tony, help me out here.
Let's move the chair.
- No, no, no, leave it--
- You're just, you're making it harder.
- Leave it, leave it.
- [Debbie] Hey Marty, what's up?
- [Marty] Debbie, glad you made it.
- Yeah, right.
- Hey.
- Hey there, how you doin', Jasmine?
- (chuckles) I'm doin' good, what is this?
- It's a cotton animal
that I slaughtered and--
- Uh-huh (laughs).
- No, I don't like fur.
I don't wear fur, I'm
against it, I love this lame.
- Child, isn't it nice?
- Jasmine, I'm,
I'm reading the Bible.
- You readin' the Bible?
- Mm-hm.
- Where, where'd you start?
- In the beginning.
- Uh-huh, good.
- Yeah, you think that's good?
(Jasmine laughs)
I'm still smoking though, Marty did you
bust out and buy some hot cocoa--
- [Marty] Put some more in the baskets.
- The little packages, they're very cheap.
- [Marty] Yeah.
- Yeah, Marty, she's readin' the Bible.
- Well, don't tell her how it turns out.
- No, they've known since this morning
that Dr. Rubin was gonna
cover for me, mm-hmm.
Now I'm sure he's there,
yes, just page him.
Yes, I'll be back in an hour, okay.
- Hey, skinny, you spare some
change for alcohol research?
Fine, you can keep it.
(Jasmine laughing)
- Come on (faint speaking).
- All right.
(people chattering)
(laughing)
- [Marty] Carol, can you
read the preamble for us?
Shelley, would you (faint speaking)?
- [Shelley] Oh yes.
(group chattering)
- These always go first, you know?
- Yeah.
- Get a long black coat.
- [Marty] Change your mind yet?
- Marty, no.
- [Marty] Why?
- 'Cause I'm not in the mood, that's why.
- What's eatin' you?
- I just don't feel like
talkin' about it, all right?
- When you're asked to talk,
you say yes, you know that.
- Yeah, there are no rules in AA (scoffs).
- Now come on, help me out.
I need, I need to hear a
real war story tonight.
- Then go fuckin' rent Apocalypse Now,
really, get off my back.
- Shh.
- Come on, Marty.
Jesus Christ, all right, happy?
- Gotcha (faint speaking).
And here to share his experience, strength
and hope with us tonight is Jim.
- Come on, Jim.
(group clapping)
- Hi, I'm Jim, and I'm an alcoholic.
- [Group] Hi Jim.
- And there's no escaping from
that because that's who I am.
Yeah, you know, I could,
I could take a little kid
to the zoo or I could make an egg cream
or I can even ride a
fucking camel if I wanted,
but what I can't do is have a
fucking drink, and that's all
that matters, one drink, just
one, you know what I mean?
I've been a drunk and a
drug addict for 25 years
and I'm sick of it, I really
didn't wanna be up here
tonight, but Marty cornered
me, so what's my story?
I was born an only child to a really,
really sweet angelic Italian woman
and to a poor, fucking
embarrassed-to-be-Jew father,
Saul, or as he preferred to
be called in the neighborhood,
Sal, when I was nine, I made a xylophone
out of Saul's empties.
I took them to school for show and tell,
and that was the very first
time and the only time
that my father beat the shit out of me,
pulled the belt right out of his pants,
had a Joe DiMaggio buckle on it.
Imagine that, Joe D, and he
whipped the shit outta me.
That night, I stole a bottle
from my dad, a whole pint.
(chuckles softly) Scotch.
Man, did I sleep, like a fucking top.
By the time I got outta high
school, I was a daily drinker.
Thank God I landed a job at a steakhouse
in the Theater District, I
could drink around the clock.
I was hiding it, you
know, I'd be pouring it
in a fucking styrofoam cup.
You know, we figure like
no one ever fucking knows.
Trust me, by, you know,
midnight, I was seating
people on the fucking roof.
I started getting up
to about a quart a day
after about three years, a quart a day,
that's all, that ain't
nothin', you know why?
'Cause I wasn't even gettin' drunk anymore
on a quart a day, I mean I
wasn't even gettin' high,
where is that at?
That's when I started doing heroin.
I wasted 10 years of my life,
strung out, broke, alone,
except for my only friend, some
Ninth Avenue hooker, Tanya.
I mean, I knew about AA and all that shit.
I had some little
shit-faced neighbor of mine,
he took me to a meeting, ah, fuck that.
I thought it was for boozers, man.
Holy rollers, Bowery bums,
I didn't need it, fuck that.
Do it on my own, man, kick dope.
Shit, I once went a whole
month, just to prove to myself
that I could do it on my own.
I didn't even smoke a fucking cigarette,
that's how cool I was and
then, I met my goddess.
Oh, man, did we fall in love.
It was the greatest, the greatest feeling.
Gawd, we started going out, couple weeks,
boom, moved in with her.
I mean I was still drinking
and she didn't know
that I was an alcoholic, I mean
she used to drink champagne
with friends and I used
to join her, you know,
it's a celebration, she
didn't know, what did she have
to know, you know what I mean?
I wasn't druggin' or
anything, just drinkin'.
Then I asked her to marry me.
She said yes, wow, oh, Jesus Christ,
I was in heaven.
Till I had one of those disasters.
She took me to meet her
family, all 200 of them.
I couldn't deal with it,
I guess I just freaked.
I go upstairs and I never, ever come back.
I passed out, boy, that pint went fast.
She got me into a cab,
we got back to New York
and she looked at me and she says,
"I love you, I'll marry
you, but you're going
"into rehab or I'm history."
Well, I checked right in.
I had no choice, I loved her.
I was sober, we were like
a regular married couple.
(chuckles softly) We went
on picnics and took rides
on the Staten Island Ferry.
That was almost three years ago.
A lot of you know about
eight months ago, Janie died.
Just like that, brain aneurism.
Oh, man, sometimes I go home now
and I still expect to
see her there, you know?
Gawd, I wish I would've made
love to her a little more.
If only I woulda known.
You know, I guess I'm
just fighting it today.
(exhales sharply) Christ,
you wanna know the truth?
I just wanna get high!
I just don't understand
it anymore, you know?
I just don't get it.
I mean I know that Janie just
had to go, I guess, you know?
But I mean I, I never knew love like that,
before her.
I just don't wanna be with anybody else.
Fuck!
(bangs)
(sighs)
But, hey, you know, the guy
that brought me into this room,
(sighs) he said you know don't think,
don't drink, and go to a meeting.
And that's, that's worked for me
a day at a time.
Thanks.
(group clapping)
- In accordance with
the seventh tradition,
it's time to pass the
baskets, so give what you can.
If you can't, keep coming back.
We need you more than we need the money.
Okay, now, any visitors from--
- Gonna get some air.
- Uh, visitors from out
of town or anybody new
that's been in these rooms
that wants to say hi?
- I knew you had money.
- Hi, my name is Rachel.
I'm an alcoholic and an addict.
- Hi Rachel.
- Welcome.
- Anybody counting days?
- Yeah, my name's Tony
and I'm a drunk and I have
26 days today.
(group applauding)
- Yay.
- [Tony] Thanks.
- Yeah, hi, my name is
Dennis and I'm an alcoholic.
- Hi, Dennis.
- Hi.
And I have 72 days.
(group applauding)
- [Woman] All right (faint speaking).
- Look, Jim, I just want
you to know that I know it,
I know it was hard for you,
but it meant so much to me.
You spoke the truth.
- It was fairy tale.
A big lie.
- Wait a minute.
What can we do, all right,
we got one day at a time,
that's all we do, c'mon.
(group clapping)
(applause drowns out voice)
- Substance abuser.
- Hey, put those cookies
back, shame on you.
(clapping drowns out voice)
- Debbie, alcoholic, I got 90 days.
(group clapping)
Rock, rock!
- [Marty] Anybody else counting days?
- [Charlie] Hi, my name is
Charlie and I'm an alcoholic.
(heels clicking)
(group clapping)
(doors rattling)
- Is anybody else celebrating
an anniversary tonight?
- Hi, my name is Terry
and I'm an alcoholic.
- [Group] Hi Terry.
- (chuckles softly) And I'm
confused about my anniversary
because I'm not sure if
I should count the days
I was tied up in a straitjacket or not.
If not, tonight's a year.
(group clapping)
- I think it counts.
- Joseph, drug addict, alcoholic.
By the grace of God, one day
at a time, I got two years.
- All right.
(group clapping)
(chuckles) All right.
- Now, okay, according
to the 12th Tradition,
anonymity is the chief
spiritual foundation
of our program, ever reminding us
to place principles above personalities.
What you see here and what
you hear here, leave here.
Where the hell is Jim, hey, Jim!
All right, we'll continue the
meeting with a show of hands.
- Hi, I'm Shelley and I'm an alcoholic.
- [Group] Hi Shelley.
- My mother is in town
and she is staying with me
in my bedroom in my bed
with me (chuckles softly).
I'm just a little too old to
be sleeping with my mother.
(grunts softly)
You know, if I could crawl
out of my skin, I would.
I would, I would, I would,
and as it is, I hardly breathe
and I pray to God that
she's not able to hear me
when I'm lying down next to her.
Today, I am running all over the place
'cause (faint speaking) is my
mother's birthday coming up
(exhales sharply) tomorrow
and she doesn't need anything.
She's loaded, loaded.
And you know what I'd like to get her?
I'd like to get her exactly,
I would like to get her
chocolate-covered (blows
raspberry) Valium--
(group chuckles)
Or (scoffs) I know what,
a good hit of Ecstasy, now
that, that, I would like to see
on something like that.
(group chuckling)
I know I'm overreacting, and
she tells me enough times
that I'm overreacting, so
but I'm in the middle of it
right now and I can't
see my way out, you know?
So but I have to remember
that I am a survivor,
that I survived alcoholism
and not to mention
the tender loving care of my mother,
so I can survive this, right?
(chuckles) I'm shaking like crazy.
I think, I think, I think,
I think, I really think
that my, my parents are fine people
and they're just not the way
that I wanted them to be.
Thanks (chuckles).
- Thanks for sharing.
- Thanks.
(smooth jazz instrumental music)
- [Man] I don't know
what's going on with Jim.
- Yeah, yeah, I'm sure he's
fine, I'm gonna find him.
I'll find him.
- Okay, well,
let's go back to the show of hands.
(groovy instrumental music)
- Jimmy, Jimmy, it's Tony,
pick it up, pick it up.
You screen your calls,
come on, pick it up.
Okay, listen, do me a favor,
I want you to call 555-1234
when you get in, it's the
phone booth in the hall.
Just wanna know that
you're okay, all right?
(record scratching music)
- (sighs) Hi, my name is Jim
and I want a pint of bourbon.
Fuck, ah (grunts) fuck.
(cars honking in the distance)
(glass thudding)
Man, fuck!
Oh, gah, son of a bitch.
It's the first drink that gets you drunk.
It's the first drink that--
(glass thudding)
Ah.
Oh, fuck you in the ass, you fuck.
- See, two years ago
today, I had my last drink,
my last blackout, and it was the last time
I saw my wife and little boy.
I, uh, was drinking all morning
and I had to go up to to the
Bronx, check my little boy
and drop him off with his grandmother
and then I had some
business to take care of.
Next thing I knew, I, uh,
I woke up in jail in a cell by myself.
I, I, I said oh, shit, when I woke up,
you know, like oh,
fuck, done got picked up
for drunk driving or some shit like that,
so I walked over to where,
um, the guard was standing
and I said, uh, give me a cigarette
and he wouldn't turn around
and he wouldn't say nothing.
So I said, come on, man,
give me a fucking cigarette!
He still wouldn't, uh, turn around,
so I said, okay, man, let me
make my fucking phone call.
Let me call my wife, she
don't know where I'm at.
She's worried, she don't
know where the fuck I am.
Let me call my wife and my little boy.
Then (exhales sharply) this
motherfucker turned around
and he looked at me and he said,
"What the fuck are you talking about!
"Don't you remember what you did?"
I said, remember what?
He said, um,
he said, "Your little
boy was in car with you
"and he went through
the windshield and now,
"he's at the ICU at Bellevue."
Now, I love my little boy.
I used to put him in a stroller,
push him around for people
to see and now, I had his
blood on my hands, you know?
I am feeling fucking crazy tonight.
I am scared!
I'm scared, Jim freaked the fuck outta me.
We used to get fucked up together,
and now, I'm afraid I'm gonna
do something crazy to somebody
or maybe to myself and
I don't wanna do that.
I just don't wanna do that,
goddamn, my little boy.
He was only five years old.
I'm just so mad
at my fucking self 'cause I cannot drink!
Dammit.
Uh, I think I better stop talking now.
I think I better...
it'll be better if I
just listen to y'all talk
because if I hadn't a-been a
fucking blackout alcoholic,
none of this would've happened,
am I gonna pick up again?
Fuck if I know.
I'm gonna try, I'm gonna try
not to, that's all I can say.
Just thanks.
(group muttering)
- Hey, Jimmy.
- How are you?
- Long time.
- Yeah.
- Good to see you.
- Give me a pint, will you?
- You don't need it, Jim.
- Oh, don't tell me
what I fucking need, come on.
- [Harry] Why are you
gonna do this to yourself?
It's been two years.
- Oh, come on.
I don't need a fucking lecture.
- Take your business somewhere
else, I don't need it.
- Spare me the bullshit.
(metallic rattling)
What the fuck is this
all about
- What's the magic word?
- Oh.
Holy mackerel.
- What are you doing, Jim?
- What am I doing?
I'm comparison shopping.
- Well, you're not drinking
(faint speaking)
- I lived, Harry.
I fucking lived, you
wore that vest every day
18 hours behind that fucking
register, man, not me.
You're the sucker.
- You're a lousy
fucking drinker and a
pain-in-the-ass drunk, Jim.
- Oh, yeah?
Holy Christ, you got that
good shit from Passaic,
New Jersey, you son of a bitch,
Harry, you motherfucker you.
- You wanna walk out or
you wanna bounce out, Jim?
- Come on, let's celebrate,
you motherfucker.
Happy new year, Harry,
happy fucking new year.
- All right, come on.
- What?
- His machine (faint speaking) machine.
- Yeah, hello, Jimmy, you boob.
What did you go running outta here for?
Come on, man.
- Yeah, come on, man.
We get, go.
- (chuckles) Go, you--
- People here love you,
man, I mean, but, you know,
I can't handle these whiners
without you, man, so come on.
You gotta call.
- We love you.
- We love you.
- We love you.
- Yeah, so call 555-1234, all right?
Shelley's here.
- Bye-bye, bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.
(exhales sharply) I'm worried, you know?
I'm worried about him.
- It's okay.
- Yeah.
- It's okay, we're okay.
(faint speaking)
- Hi, I'm Francine and I
got a drinking problem.
I'm also a spend-aholic
and I'm fun at parties.
I'm really in a tizzy today.
I was at Strawberries today
twice and I couldn't find
anything to buy, I mean, I'm just looking
for that perfect pair of
boots and the salesgirl
was useless, but I was nice to her
'cause I'm such a people pleaser.
I mean, I did, I wanted to yell at her,
but I'm trying to keep
the focus on myself.
I mean, this is a selfish
program, and through this program,
I've gotten to know me
and frankly, I love her.
You know, it feels really
good to be here tonight.
It feels like a party actually,
I mean, since I've been
coming to AA, I haven't
been to any parties.
I haven't needed to,
I mean all you people,
you're like my entertainment committee.
I mean I hardly even watch
TV anymore, I used to.
I used to tape all of my
soap operas 'cause I'm such
like a drama queen, but
I don't need to anymore
because of all the drama
that goes on in this room.
Last week, I was at a
meeting and I saw, you know,
what's that George guy,
that hunk who plays
that brain surgeon guy
on General Hospital?
I mean in the flesh, right?
And the way Jimmy is
struggling with a tragedy
in his life, it's just
horrible, it almost,
it's like too much for me
sometimes, like I can't bear it
'cause like I never drank like that.
I mean I was like, what
do you call where I was
a social imbiber, that's what I was.
Hey, but since I've been
coming to these rooms,
I haven't touched one drop and
I've got a couple of months.
I love listening to all your stories.
They're really, they're so sweet.
I wasn't that bad of an alcoholic.
Actually, to tell you the
truth, sometimes, I think
I'm not really an alcoholic
at all, I was just born,
you know, thirsty, you know what I mean?
Like thirsty.
(group laughing)
(steps clicking)
(cars whooshing)
(sighs)
(train rattling)
- Right now,
I'm living with my mother.
My little brother Malik,
he's 16, and my daughter,
she's four and we're one
on top of each other.
It's a railroad flat and the
bathroom is in the hallway.
And I'm out of the house
most of time at least.
I go to school at night and I try to work
at Macy's as much as I can
and I'm even taking singing lessons.
(chuckles softly) It's
something I always wanted to do.
But I, I, I came home
early last night though,
and when I went into the bathroom,
I saw my little brother Malik
sitting on the toilet bowl
and he had his belt tied around his arm
and he was shooting up.
He's using my mother's
needles, she's a diabetic
so she uses the needles for
insulin and it threw me back,
you know, 'cause I used to
steal her needles too (scoffs)
when I was using, she knew,
but what she gonna do?
She told me she loved me
and she's gonna find out
about Malik, you know,
it's just a matter of time.
It's gonna break her heart,
you know, she doesn't need
this kind of problem, but so I slapped him
and we had a fight and he hasn't
been home since last night.
My mother's mad at me.
I don't know what I would say to him,
you know, when I see him.
Well, what hurts is
that I feel responsible
because I remember when he was a kid,
he, uh, he busted me in the
same situation in the bathroom,
you know, he saw me, threatened to tell
but he didn't because he said
he loved me (chuckles softly).
He thought his big sister was cool.
Well, his big sister is not cool
because his big sister is HIV positive.
He knows, you know, I want him to stop,
but he won't listen to me 'cause I'm, I'm,
no example to listen to, you know.
I'm not afraid of dying, you know.
I'm afraid of getting sick
'cause I know what that's like.
I seen some of my friends go through that
and I don't wanna go
through that, you know?
I want the cycle to end here, you know?
I want it to end with me.
I don't know how I got it,
you know, it could've been
through sex, it could've been
through needles, who knows?
It doesn't matter, you know, all I know
is I keep thinking, you
know, why not have a drink
when you got AIDS
(chuckles) right, you know?
But that's just my
alcoholism talking, you know,
looking for any excuse to
have a drink, you know?
But the fact is I'm gonna die,
you know, so is everybody.
(chuckles softly)
(sniffles) I feel good,
you know, right now.
(sniffles) And I wanna
watch my little girl
grow up, and drinking's not
gonna cure me, you know?
It's only gonna (sniffles)
make me die sooner,
so I mean, you know, I
don't have time, you know,
but, but (sniffles) you know, I do know
that I wanna die sober,
that's it (chuckles softly).
(thudding)
- Tanya, oh, Tanya.
Come on, you know who this is.
It's your knight and shining vodka, baby.
Tanya, come on, it's Jim, let me in.
I'm in love with you again,
Tanya, come on, come on out.
I'm having a party, Tanya, come on.
Come on, I meant to call
you, but I lost your hallway,
Tanya, honey, that's a joke, remember me?
Oh, Tanya, Tanya (faint speaking).
(answering machine beeping)
- [Tony] Jimmy, Jimmy,
it's Tony, pick it up.
Come on, pick it up, hey, listen.
Do me a favor, want you to call 555-1234
when you get in, it's the
phone booth in the hall.
Just wanna know that
you're okay, all right?
Okay, gave us a little surprise
there (faint speaking).
(answering machine beeping)
(faint speaking)
- [Shelley] You boob what did
you go running outta here for?
- Come on, man, go.
- Go.
- [Tony] People here love you,
man, I mean, but you know,
I can't handle these whiners
without you, man, so come on.
You gotta call.
- We love you.
- We love you.
- Love you.
Love you.
- Yeah, so call 555-1234,
all right, Shelley's here.
- Bye-bye, bye-bye.
- [Tony] Bye-bye.
(answering machine beeps)
(gulps)
(sighs)
- Oh, shit.
(glass rattles)
(exhales sharply)
- You wanna talk about bad blackouts?
I was married in one.
(woman laughs)
I was married in a blackout, I'm serious.
I was 19 years old, I was
married for six weeks, yeah.
I was married to this guy named Wild Bob.
That was his full name,
Wild Bob, so I guess
I was Mrs. Wild Bob, hi
everyone, welcome to my life.
(chuckles) Do you, Debbie, take Wild Bob
to be your lawfully wedded husband, I do.
Gawd, he was a rock musician
like Gregg Allman, now what could I do?
I'm a sucker for musicians,
yeah, so I've been in
and out of these rooms about
four or five times now.
I'd say it took me 2 1/2 years
to get 90 days of sobriety.
That's a lot of drinking.
I don't know, I think I was pissed off
that I didn't grow up
in the '60s and partied
with Janis Joplin, you know what I mean?
And everyone had that long
hair and the music was great,
peace, love, the clothes, you know?
You know what pisses
me, hi, hi, how are you?
Good, great, you're late,
you know, I wanted to speak
about this two weeks ago
and no one called on me
and now, whatever, so what was I saying?
I think what I was doing, I
was trying to relive the '60s
in the '80s and it just didn't
work out for me, you know?
I got stuck somewhere
in the middle, but gawd,
I wanted to be Janis
Joplin so bad, so bad, man.
She was great, she was so great, gawd.
She was incredible, but
whatever, whatever I did, I did,
you know, I had a good time
doing it and now, it's over.
Oh my god (chuckles) I'm
so sad, no I'm strange.
I'm a strange bird, I know, I'm weird.
I've started doing physical
things to relieve the stress.
I've gotten into sports
now, watching them.
I love NFL football, I love NFL football.
Jerry Rice of the 49ers, he is so great.
He is so great, and Barry
Sanders, I love him.
Gawd, he's great, I love watching football
and I've become political for
the first time in my life.
I went to the march in
Washington, the pro-choice march.
It was exhilarating, Helen
Reddy sang I Am Woman.
I freaked, I freaked, it was incredible.
I swear, I'm such a dyke
sometimes, I'm such a dyke.
You know, I mean I'm
not attracted to women,
but I feel like politically
that I could be a lesbian,
you know, that whatever, but
yeah, the march was great.
The march was really great, I think it was
like the closest thing that I ever got
to living in the '60s, you know?
And I met some people in these rooms
who were active drinkers
and users in the '60s
and they said that all that peace and love
that they were looking
for and, and, whatever,
hoping to find, that they
found in these rooms.
I think I know what they mean, you know,
I see what they mean, I mean I can,
I could be the Janis Joplin
of the Holiday Inn circuit if I want to.
If I want to, I'll just be
her clean and sober, you know?
♪ When you pass by, my
pulse starts beating fast ♪
♪ My love's so strong that
it just lasts and lasts ♪
(music drowns out voice)
♪ I can't help myself for the way I feel ♪
♪ Help myself for my love is real ♪
- Oh, dangerous.
♪ Help myself for the way ♪
♪ I feel about you ♪
- Mm.
♪ I must be mad ♪
♪ I must be mad ♪
♪ I must be mad ♪
- Janie.
♪ I must be mad, oh, yeah ♪
(energetic electric guitar rock music)
♪ Yeah, oh ♪
(exhales sharply)
(thuds)
- My son got, um, got
caught yesterday walking out
of a record store with
seven CDs in his backpack
and Steven's 12 now and he
has a record of misdemeanors.
His therapist, who's known
him since he was six,
and whose children I think
I've put through school
several times (chuckles)
thinks that maybe he should
go live with his father.
I'm scared out of my mind
that if Steven moves out that I'll drink.
When I got sober, I made
a secret vow to myself.
I promised myself that I would stay sober
as long as Steven was there and I did.
One day at a time, I did, you know?
But there's a wall calendar
(chuckles) in my head
with, um, very big red letters, it says:
when he leaves, you can drink.
You know, I used my, I
used my boy, I used him
to (chuckles) hang on to
my husband, I used him
to stay sane when I was I was drinking.
I used him to get sober and stay sober.
What about him?
You know (scoffs) he was life to me.
And I'd come home and I'd
feel his warmth and I,
it'd take away some of the
emptiness that I felt (sighs)
(chuckles) I could read
him a nursery rhyme
or I could cuddle with him, you know.
The trouble was that I was drunk,
you know, four-year-old
boy cuddling every night
with a drunken mother.
I remember him sitting
at the kitchen table,
you know, me coming
in, guzzling big bottle
and his face,
you know, his face (chuckles
softly) looking at me,
I knew it wasn't right.
Even after all this
time, I find it so hard,
so hard to accept this.
I mean why, why do I have to be powerless.
Why do I have to?
(sighs) Why do I got to go
to AA to tell me how to be
with my son, you know, it's
an instinct for Christ's sake!
All I wanna do is love my son.
(sniffles)
They said I have to walk
through the fear, innit?
Do the thing you fear
and dread to do the most,
my sponsor says.
I'm a mother.
I'm a sober mother,
and I have to do what's right for my son.
How can I be of service to him?
I think I'll ask him what he wants to do.
What a concept (chuckles softly).
If it would be better for him,
I'm willing to let him go.
♪ It doesn't strain my ear ♪
- I didn't think you were gonna come over.
(frenetic electric guitar music)
- A long time.
- Well, I've been out of it.
- Hi, uh, I am a...
my, my name is Kathy and I am a...
this is my first time, I'm,
I don't, I don't know what to do, um.
I, I don't know, uh,
I don't wanna talk,
really, okay?
Sorry.
- Hi, I'm Carol, I'm an alcoholic.
- [Group] Hi Carol.
♪ Baby if you'll pardon me ♪
♪ I just can't relax ♪
♪ When you're talking to me ♪
♪ I keep turnin' the table ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm so unstable-- ♪
- (mumbles) program (scoffs)
♪ When you talk to me ♪
- Yeah, fuck the program, man.
We just need to loosen up.
♪ And no meaning can be had ♪
♪ When you talk to me ♪
- We're just wasting love.
♪ Please try to make yourself clear ♪
♪ So when you talk to me ♪
- You're so fucking (mumbles)
- It does feel good.
♪ When you talk to me ♪
♪ Please try to make yourself-- ♪
- I get too thin?
- No.
Looks like you ate a meal this year.
- [Tanya] My ass get too skinny?
- No, your ask looks perfect.
- My breasts.
- Oh, Christ.
- They get too small?
- No.
- You wanna put your mouth.
- [Jim] Please, please.
♪ Please try to make yourself-- ♪
- You sure, you sure?
- Please.
Yeah, yeah.
♪ So when you talk to me ♪
♪ It doesn't strain my ear ♪
(Jim moaning)
- It's (mumbles) it's (mumbles).
- Baby, feel me, feel me.
- Where's your shit?
- I'm getting it, baby.
- Where's your shit?
- I called.
It's coming.
- Who did you call?
- I called fucking Felix.
- The asshole in the park?
- No good, I need it, I really need it.
You really gotta get it
for me, you've gotta get it
for me, please, please.
Jimmy, please, I really need it, no!
- Talking about.
- (mumbles) please.
- I called him, baby.
♪ Talk to me ♪
- Give me some shit,
please, please, I need it.
- Just fucking kiss me.
♪ Please try to make yourself clear ♪
- (mumbles) please, please, no!
(music drowns out voice)
- He's calling me.
- I called everybody.
You gotta do it for me.
- Calling me, what are you doing?
I called, come back here.
(Tanya mumbling)
- [Group] Hi Rachel.
- I'm working 18 hours a day.
Most nights, I just sleep
on the sofa in my office,
but, um, last night,
I, I wanted to go home
and um, so I left the
hospital about 2:00 a.m.
And I walked across the
parking lot to my car
and um, I got in the car and
um, the next thing I know,
a policeman is rapping
on the window saying,
"Let me see your license, let
me see your registration, what
"are you doing in the parking
lot at 4:30 in the morning?"
I was freezing cold, I
just sort of felt numb
and I couldn't think and I couldn't talk
and uh, flashlight, you know,
searching the car and looking
at me and finally, he noticed
the sticker on my windshield, he said,
"Are you a doctor at this hospital?"
(chuckles) I said, yep, that's it,
that's what I'm doing here, I said, yeah,
that I was a doctor at this hospital.
I've been working long hours
and I fallen asleep in the car.
He walked me back to the hospital
and then gave me a long
lecture on the danger
of parking lots and get some coffee
and get some sleep, so I
was sitting in my office
this morning and I was thinking a lot
about the last time I passed out in a car
and I thought of this man here, Joseph,
because I had two kids in the back.
I wasn't driving, I just passed out
but the windows were rolled
up and the car was locked
and the kids were screaming
and it was sweltering hot
and the people who heard
the kids couldn't wake me up
and the police woke me up that time too.
I, uh, turned myself into
the hospital and I told them
that I had been stealing
Demirel from my patients
for about two years and I had always been
a big scotch drinker.
In the hospital, put me
in detox and they put me
in rehab and they put
me in a halfway house
with other doctors like me
and then they took me back.
They put me on probation
but they took me back
to the hospital and I worked,
I worked, I worked, I worked.
I stayed straight, stayed clean,
I stayed sober and I worked.
Now, I was thinking that I lost
my children and I lost my husband,
I lost my home (exhales sharply)
but I've always had my work.
It's never let me down, but this morning,
I was thinking about the similarity
between what my life is now
as a well-respected doctor
and what my life was then and it came
sort of clear to me that
I have isolated myself,
um, in this crowd of doctors
and crowd of patients
who were always needing me (sighs)
that I've isolated myself the same way
as I used to do when I was
taking Demirel and scotch
and then I thought to myself,
you know, why would I do this?
Why would I do this?
And then I thought to myself,
well, I think the reason
is because I have not done the work of AA.
I have not done the thing of looking
at how I blew up my life.
And um, I guess that's why I'm here
because I need help to get back
to my sponsor and I need
help to get back home
to my home group and I
need to do the real work,
the real work, which I had never done.
Thank you, that's my purse.
(chuckles) Those are my
cigarettes, thank you.
Thank you.
♪ Well, here in my heart,
there's a story untold ♪
♪ Of a girl I wanted for my own-- ♪
- Excuse me, I reserved
this three years ago.
- Yeah, holy shit, man
(chuckles) how you been?
I thought you were dead.
- I was dead, you didn't hear?
Yeah, I was dead and I
requested I be reincarnated
and they fucked up because they
sent me back as myself, man.
(laughs loudly)
What happened to this, where the fuck
is Jack Dempsey's picture,
man, what do they do here?
- New management.
- Oh, new management.
And we are powerless over it,
makes our lives unmanageable.
- What kind of shit is that, man?
(laughs)
- Barkeep!
Barkeep!
Hey, I'm looking for the barkeep.
Who are you?
- My name's Rich.
- That's nice, where's the bartender?
(laughs)
No really.
Where's the fucking bartender?
You look like a fucking
clothes designer, man.
What is this shit, no,
really, who are you?
Who is he?
- This is Jim.
- Hey, Jim.
- What are you, a matchmaker?
What is your name?
- My name's Rich.
- No, really, where's Anthony?
- I bought him out six months ago.
I take he opened a strip
club out in Jersey.
- Oh, but he's happy, though, huh?
(laughs)
Okay, that's good.
Well, listen, I really have to make sure
that you're an experienced
mixologist, my friend.
- Drinking since I was 12.
- You have?
Good for you, okay, 'cause
I need a proficient,
proficient booze mechanic, okay?
Are you available for that job?
(laughing)
Set him up.
Doubles for everybody,
okay, I'll have a whiskey
and I'll have a beer, in
fact, how does that sound?
- That'd be great.
- Whoo.
Oh, gawd, look, they have charities now.
Does Mother Teresa hang here too?
I knew she drank.
(chuckles softly)
Thank you, okay, here is to everyone
and fuck everything.
- No good (laughs).
- I, um, feel like I should say
something, I (clears throat)
my name is Louis Tingley and I'm not,
I don't, I think I'm an alcoholic.
I'm, I'm stunned, actually, by this.
I came to this church for a choir practice
and when I came, I guess I
was a bit fuzzy on the dates.
No one was there, so it was
only second, second time,
so my eyesight isn't the
greatest and I wandered downhill
looking for the men's
room and well, I thought
all of you were the choir taking
a break at first, you see,
and I got drawn into the stories.
I have to say, I've never, they're so real
and honest, they're, they're,
I mean nothing compares
to it on television or in most movies.
I got pulled in and I
thought, my god, I had no idea
that the choir had so many problems.
(group chuckles)
And then the more I listened
to your stories, the more I realize
that, uh, well, I'm really not a drunk.
I'm not a sober either, I'm,
I'm, I guess I'm a fuzzy.
That's what I'd call
it, I drink to get fuzzy
and I like getting fuzzy every day.
It's not that I don't
don't know what sober is.
I mean I come from New England,
I come from a long line
of sober people, when
they're drunk, they're sober.
Most of them are a
little drunk every night
after five, but I have to say, um,
I will be honest, I
admit it, I'm a hophead.
I like beer, sometimes boilermakers,
you know, one or two shots
Irish, not on the side,
but I like to drop the
shot right into the mug
and watch it boil and foam up.
And if there's a higher
power, I can't believe
that higher power didn't
create barley and hops
and allow them to sit there and ferment
and God created beer, but not light beer.
(group laughs)
It's the devil's work or man's work.
Actually, I grew up with the
Bible, you wouldn't believe it.
My mother read the Bible
to me and I like that.
I remember that stuff in the Bible.
There is a season for
everything under heaven
and a time and I think
there's a time for drinking,
you know, every day between
five and 10:00 or six and 11:00,
but I never drink alone,
no, I drink at the,
around the corner at the Pegasus.
They have, gawd, I think they
have seven draft beers there,
including the queen of
beers, the Guinness Stout,
but you see, it's so
nice to have an activity
to keep me away, to celebrate, like I,
that's part of why I'm staying
here, why I wanted to go
to choir practice, I
needed something, you know,
like in the Bible or in
the beer ads on television,
we've had a great ballgame,
now let's have a cold one to celebrate.
A cold one is a euphemism, I guess.
I don't imagine having one beer.
I can't imagine anyone
just drinking one beer
if it was any good, what am I saying?
Everyone's quiet, I'm
thrown back on myself.
Perhaps I'm saying that I need
like an objective constraint
outside of myself to
stop me from, you know,
like in the case of the
choir, a singing super ego
to stop me from rushing off to the bar
and then I'll have something to celebrate.
I, I, I, what I'm saying, I think,
is that I prefer your
narratives to their hymns.
I'd like to come here every
night and listen to stories
and tell stories, I really
never talked like this before.
You see, what I wanted to
ask if I could stay on here
is, well, I know you're
supposed to be special
and I do have that feeling, I wanted to be
a nondrinking drinker, I'm
not drinking now, you see.
I don't have any, it's,
I don't, it's not on me,
but I will drink, I will, after I leave
this special occasion, I will go
onto the next special
occasion around the corner,
the Pegasus, and watch
Henry pour a slow draft
of Double Diamond and watch
its amber head foam up
and lift it to my lips and
feel its foam on my mustache
and slide down like liquid bread
and then to bed and...
but thank you for letting me talk.
I'm, I didn't,
if there's a donation plate that I missed,
I'll give something
before I go out the door.
♪ Here's a heart for you ♪
- Ready for this shit?
(paper rustling)
This fucking bill, okay, it
ain't the fucking Sox, man.
Look at this, transfer of remains.
Transfer of remains, 500 fucking dollars.
If I knew it was 500 fucking dollars,
I would've carried her my
fucking self, man, how dare they?
How fucking dare they,
and now they're sending
some fucking jackass collection
agency after me, fuck them!
Fuck them in the ass, I
ain't fucking paying it.
And I'm an alcoholic, you know?
- Really?
- You know, I went
to that AA shit and those
fucking zombie asshole
motherfuckers, I mean, it's unbelievable.
You can't drink anymore
after you go to that shit.
I mean I wanna fucking
get loaded and I can't.
It's driving me fucking nuts.
I never used to count my fucking drinks
before I went to those fucking places.
I mean you go in these fucking meetings
and there's like, I don't
know, 100 fucking people there
and all they talk about is fucking booze.
That's all they fucking talk
about, drinking and drinking,
but they don't fucking drink.
What the fuck is that all about?
It's like a bad fucking Polish joke.
Well, you walk into a bar, you know,
don't set 'em up, Joe, oh, fuck that shit.
I am getting loaded tonight,
how are you (faint speaking)?
- I gotta get going.
- You got kind eyes, man, you know?
I see in, in, in your
face and in your smile,
You're, you're a good
guy, you're a good guy.
- I'm late.
- You're what?
- Late.
- What the fuck does,
don't you understand?
♪ To let you go ♪
Don't you understand what I'm saying?
I got sober and my wife fucking died.
(cheerful doowop music)
- Pretty awful.
- Oh, it's pretty awful, I'd
say it's pretty fucking awful.
Hey, who's playing the fucking jukebox?
Pretty fucking awful,
I mean am I laughing?
- No.
- I'm not laughing.
I'm not even fucking smiling.
- I know, I know.
- People drink
and they fucking having a good time
like those fucking assholes over there,
I mean they have a good
time, party, get down.
- Listen, I gotta go.
- Why the fuck did she have
to die, you know what I mean
why her, I mean why not that
fat fuck over there, huh?
- Who are you calling fat fuck?
- Oh, eat my ass.
- I really think,
I gotta go.
- Don't you understand?
Really, don't you
understand what I'm saying?
- Please, I gotta go, please.
- How about you?
♪ I love, love you so ♪
(vocalizing)
- Do any of you ever feel
like you'd rather be dead
than be sober (chuckles softly)
I mean it's just a glass
with liquid in it, right,
so why can't I control it?
Why does it have to be so good?
You know, but it's okay
because, um, see, somewhere
in the back of my head, I think, someday,
I am gonna be able to control it.
Someday, I'm gonna be
able to have a few drinks
and I'm gonna be able
to walk away from it.
And yeah, yeah, I know that's
the wrong way to think.
I know I'm just at the
beginning of something, okay?
I know that, but you know,
I have to sit here and I have
to listen to all you guys
talk about how grateful you are,
and it, it, it makes me just, you know,
pray for the day when I can sit here
and I can be grateful too,
you know, when I can be
just right where, where,
um, where you are.
I don't feel any better today
than I did the first day
I walked in here, like right
now, more than anything
in the world, all I really
wanna do is I wanna drink.
I just, I wanna drink, I
wanna drink, I wanna drink
and then I wanna drink some more.
And, yeah, you know, I know that it's, uh,
it's my choice, but it's not really
because (scoffs) I need it.
I mean me sitting here right
now is really just a bunch
of horse shit 'cause (scoffs)
I picked up this morning.
I drank, I had a shot, I smoked a joint.
I had to, I had to get
through it, you know?
And you know what, I
hate to tell you this,
but it helped me, you
know, I only had one.
I didn't black out, but I
needed that one to just get me
through it, you know, to calm me down.
And I don't think
anybody can really understand me for that.
See, uh, I was gonna go out
and I was gonna get drunk
tonight but, you know, I had
this plan, but for some reason,
I came here and I guess I'm here
because I really want somebody to stop me
because I just can't do it.
(chuckles softly) You know what?
You know, don't fucking
stare at me like that,
all right, because I do not need
your goddamn pity.
(group muttering)
(smooth jazz piano music)
- Hello.
You know where Felix is?
Did you see, you know who Felix is?
Did you see Felix?
(mumbles)
Oh, all right.
- [Man] Yeah, what's up, homes?
- You see Felix?
- Felix who?
- [Jim] You don't know who Felix is?
- I said Felix who, right,
I say, home, you sure
I can't help you out
with (faint speaking)?
You sure?
- Excuse me, princess, oh,
Jesus fuck, oh, honey pie.
- Yeah, baby.
- You know where Felix is?
- Yeah, Felix got busted last
week, he's in Rikers now.
- Oh.
- Unfortunately.
- He's in Rikers?
- Yeah.
- Oh, fuck!
(exhales sharply)
(door creaking)
- [Woman] Before I came to
these rooms, I was afraid
(faint speaking) I was
afraid of my own shadow.
- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm okay.
I feel like a jerk (scoffs)
I'm sorry I acted out.
- You know, you said you
wanted us to stop you.
We can't stop you.
- Yeah, I know.
- We can help you, but we can't stop you.
Been making meetings?
- Yeah.
- (chuckles softly) Got a sponsor?
- Yeah, I have a sponsor, I have an idiot
for a sponsor, I have myself.
- You can't sponsor
yourself, that's my number.
Instead of picking up a
drink, pick up the phone
and call me.
- Really?
- Oh, yeah.
- Thanks.
Look at you, you're so together,
you're so fucking perfect.
- I'm just a garden-variety drunk
and in one day, same as you.
- Oh gawd (chuckles) look
at me, I look like shit.
- No, you (chuckles) you look fine.
I mean, listen, mirrors,
you can't trust this mirror
and these lights (laughs) no,
make everybody look horrible.
Squint, you look beautiful,
try it, come on, squint.
Say, I look fabulous.
- I look fabulous.
- You look fabulous.
- You look fabulous.
- We look fabulous.
(cars whooshing)
(steps crunching)
(dogs barking in distance)
(disjointed piano music)
- Do I put money in for this or?
- No, no, no, no, this is free.
- Oh.
- Yeah, free.
- You know, actually not an alcoholic.
- Yeah, you said that.
- So I don't know if I--
- Would you like some?
- It's all right to--
- Yeah.
'Cause it's just tea.
- Oh, of course.
(Jasmine laughing)
Well, I'll be having beer afterwards--
- Right.
- As I said at the meeting.
- So you want it or not?
- What?
- The tea.
- Oh, yeah.
- Okay.
- Make it herbal, it's fine.
- All right, now--
- Something different.
I haven't had that since I was a hippie.
I like it at night though 'cause
I don't like to get wired.
That's--
- Here.
- Oh, thank you.
- Keep coming back, okay?
- For tea? (chuckles)
- At meetings.
- Oh, oh, meeting, yeah.
- I'd like to thank you
all for being here tonight
because I needed you,
okay, I'd like to end
the meeting with, yes?
- Hi, uh, my name is Kathy
and I'm an alcoholic.
- [Group] Hi Kathy.
- I came here tonight because, um,
not knowing if I was, um, you
know, an alcoholic and stuff
but, uh, after listening to all of you,
I'm pretty sure that I am
or, uh, I think we've done
a hell of a lot of the same things,
like blackouts and
everything and, um, or felt
a lot of the same way or something.
We, um, we definitely drink a lot.
I, uh, I came here tonight because, um,
I didn't know where else to go.
I don't really have
friends because I drink.
I don't, I don't have
a home because I drink.
I, uh, I live in a
women's shelter and, uh,
and I'm pregnant and I don't
know what I'm going to do,
but I know that, um, that
I need to stop drinking
and I wanna be able to keep the baby
because I have so much inside me, I just,
I just need someone to give
it to, that's why I'm here.
The father, he left.
I woke up and he was gone, that hurts.
I was sleeping in a car, he drinks.
I was, um, I was sleeping in doorways
and I don't want my baby like
that but it's like I keep
drinking with any money that I get,
I can help it and I need help.
I'm scared.
But um, who knows, I mean I'm here tonight
and, um, I don't really
like to talk because I know
that I don't talk right.
I'm done.
- Kathy, all you have to have to come here
is a desire to stop drinking
and you've got that, okay?
I don't know what's gonna happen to me.
This meeting hasn't
given me all the answers,
but I know when I'm here, I won't drink,
Okay, all right, let's end
the meeting with a moment
of silence for those
still sick and suffering,
both outside and the other rooms,
followed by the Serenity Prayer.
- God.
- God.
- [Group] God, grant me
the serenity to accept
the things I cannot change,
the courage to change
the things I can and the
wisdom to know the difference.
Keep coming back, it works if you work it,
so work it, you're worth it.
(group clapping)
- You wanna get a coffee?
- Yeah, a coffee sounds good.
- You wanna hit the diner?
- Yeah (faint speaking).
- [Woman] Jasmine, Jasmine, Jasmine?
- Yeah?
- I'll walk (faint speaking).
- [Jasmine] Oh, okay, okay.
(group chattering)
- [Man] Yeah, yeah, I (faint speaking).
- [Man] You know, why don't you
stop fucking lying about it?
(group murmuring)
♪ The way you make love all day, yeah ♪
♪ Bo, bo, bo ♪
♪ Bohemian Daddy ♪
♪ Oh, you all in my dream ♪
♪ You've got me out, oh, love, love me ♪
♪ Whoo, ooh, ooh ♪
(groovy electric guitar music)
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Fuck one day at a time.
It's one night at a fucking time.
Happy, joyous and free,
there you are.
♪ Down where we met ♪
♪ And where you make love ♪
- Hey Ricky.
♪ Bohemian daddy, oh, I love you so ♪
- Some of the guys told me about
what happened to your wife.
Sorry, man.
♪ Oh, I love you so ♪
♪ Oh, I love you so ♪
- How long ago did she, uh, die?
- (mumbles) lie anymore.
- Sorry (chuckles softly).
- I couldn't live the lie anymore.
- What lie is that?
- The fairy tale.
I'm a hero.
I stopped drinking and I become,
oh, I become the ideal
fucking husband for two years
and my beautiful darling Janie, I am,
like Father Knows Best, man,
I mean I'm talking breakfast
in bed, kisses on the Staten Island Ferry.
Oh, I did it all, you know?
(chuckles softly) And
then the little lady dies.
Poor Jimmy Epstein.
Pity the poor sober martyr.
Huh, huh?
That's what I told myself.
It is a lie.
I mean I didn't drink, but I
didn't know who the fuck I was.
I didn't know who the fuck she was.
I didn't even know what to say to her.
I mean I had to just, I was
just sorta hanging around.
I was just staring at her with
this blank fucking expression
All I was thinking about was
drinking (chuckles softly).
- That can't be true, man,
I mean you turned your life
around, she must've been proud of you.
- Oh, don't tell me what
was true, what was true.
It was too goddamn late, I
mean I turned into a ghost,
come on, I mean I
might've been sober, okay,
but I tell you something, I was sober,
but we had two of the most painful,
empty slow years anyone could ever have.
We never connected
and that was so fucking true
that you couldn't even say it.
We were a hoax.
I couldn't even help her
'cause I didn't even know
who I was, I got lost somewhere.
And you know what?
I don't even care.
- Richard, honey, you
can't get too involved.
People need you.
- Hang tight, man, I'll be right back.
- [Chaka] He's cute but he's a mess.
- [Rich] Yeah, right, there's
nobody else to talk to.
♪ Sweeter than ♪
(vocalizing)
♪ The honey dew ♪
(vocalizing)
♪ Sweeter than sugar ♪
(vocalizing)
♪ From candy too ♪
♪ Oh, this is my love ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ This is my love ♪
♪ This is my love, this
is my love (vocalizing) ♪
♪ Oh, always beside me ♪
♪ Run, run, run ♪
- Hey, Rich, fucking guy is
shooting heroin in your bar.
- Fucking (faint speaking)
I'll deal, I'll deal with--
- All right.
- Hey, Jimmy, Jimmy,
come on, man, this is
no fucking answer, okay?
Come on, hey, come on.
(clamoring)
Sit down, hey, sit the
fuck down, you wanna help?
Clean this shit up, come on.
- Oh (mumbles) come on, man.
- Jimmy, let's go.
Let's talk a walk.
- Keep that fuck away from me.
(clattering)
Oh, shit.
♪ Pain in my heart ♪
♪ All my dreams are forsaken ♪
♪ Oh, my, baby (muffled singing) ♪
(metallic rattling)
(vehicles revving)
(vehicles whooshing)
- [Toby] Hi, I'm Toby.
I'm a drunk, I got three days now.
(group clapping)
- Hi, I'm Freddy, I'm an alcoholic.
By the grace of God, one day at a time,
I'll have six months tomorrow.
- All right.
(group clapping)
- Hi, my name is Lucy, I'm cross addicted
and it's seven days.
(group clapping)
- My name is Tom, I'm an
alcoholic and a pothead
and I have 10 days back.
(group clapping)
- Jim.
I'm an alcoholic.
I drank last night.
I'm back where I started again.
In 24 hours, I'll have one day.
(smooth jazz music)