Hypochondriac (2022) - full transcript

A young potter's life devolves into chaos as he loses function of his body while being haunted by the physical manifestation of his childhood trauma.

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- What do you think, lindo?

- Growl for the camera.

- Grrr.

- Louder, lindo, louder.

- Grrr.

- Again, again!

- Grrr!

- Howl, Will, howl!

- Awoo!

- Awoo!

- Pack a bag, lindo,

we're leaving.

- But- - Now.

- Where's your cell phone?

- Why?

- Lindo, cell phone.

Oh my God, you're in

collusion with him.

Ay... okay.

Okay, okay.

No, lindo, why?

No...

He'll never hurt

me. I know this.

Of course I know this.

He'll never hurt me.

Never hurt me.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay,

lindo. It's gonna be okay,

It's gonna be okay, lindo.

It's gonna be okay, lindo.

It's all gonna be okay.

Oh, lindo! Oh, lindo!

Every tear

Will be a memory

Our future is not ours to see

Oh, wait and pray

Each night for peace

Tell me again

I'm sorry for what

happened yesterday, lindo.

I will prove to you how sorry,

and you will trust me again.

I'll-I'll pick you up

after baseball practice.

- Where is she, man?

- Yeah, where is she, man?

- She's always fucking late.

- Always fucking late.

- I can't wait to drive

so I don't have to

fucking rely on anyone.

- Fucking relying on

others is for pussies.

- Why are you

wearing a turtleneck?

It's like 85 degrees out.

- Yeah, why are you

wearing a turtleneck?

- Did your mom pick it out?

- Yeah, faggot, your

mom pick it out?

- Jesus, Tye.

- What?

- Where's your mom, dude?

- She's at the mental hospital.

- I'll call my mom.

- Dad?

Dad?

- Don't go in the kitchen.

I'll clean it up in the morning.

I'm feelin' sexy and free

Like glitter's rainin' on me

You're like a shot of pure gold

I think I'm 'bout to explode

I can taste the danger

Like a cloud of smoke in the air

Now I'm breathing

like I'm running

'Cause you're taking me there

Don't you know

You spin me outta control

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

We can do this all night

Damn, this love is skin tight

Baby, come on

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Pull me like the bass drum

Sparkin' up a rhythm

Baby, come on

Ooh ooh ooh

Rock my world into the sunlight

Make this dream the

best I've ever known

Dirty dancin' in the moonlight

Take me down like I'm a domino

Every second is a highlight

When we touch,

don't ever let me go

Dirty dancin' in the moonlight

Take me down like I'm a domino

- What did she do?

What did she do?

Sa-Sasha, talk to

me. Talk to me.

Breathe, breathe,

breathe, breathe.

Breathe, breathe, Sasha-Sasha,

what color-what color

are your pants, huh?

Sasha, look at-look at

me. Look, look at me.

Sasha, can you name three

things in the room for me?

Three objects.

Can you do that?

- No.

- Red.

Red. What rhymes with red?

- Dead.

- Sure does.

Okay, um... green.

Come on, green.

- Mean.

- Okay, your rhymes

are fucking negative.

Blue, blue.

- Fuck you.

- Oh!

Now she's getting it.

Hmm, her name is Sasha.

She's here to say

That her sign is a Libra

and her job is-

- Clay.

My name is Sasha.

I'm fierce if you're nasty.

- Hey, hey, nasty.

- I talk real nice.

- Yes.

- And I'm so classy.

- Hey.

Hey, way to get

through a panic attack.

High five, yeah?

- Thanks.

Thank you.

- You're welcome. I'm really

glad that that worked,

'cause otherwise I would

have tried to piss you off,

and I really don't

enjoy being slammed.

- Oh, yeah, yeah.

If-the next time

you have a panic

attack, I... I got you.

- Oh, I don't-I don't

get them anymore.

- Please.

- Cured them all by myself,

baby.

- Lucky you.

Fuck.

- You all right?

You go home.

I'll fend off the basilisk so

you can sneak out the back.

- Thanks, dude.

- Yeah.

Come here, you're all right.

You're all right.

- If you could pick up

a couple more things,

I would love you forever.

- Green juice and vitamin B12.

- And pick up my dry cleaning?

- Got you, girl.

Also the kiln door's

sticking again.

I don't know if

you wanna call Juan

and have him come take a look?

- Ugh, I would,

but we just don't have it

in the budget right now.

Will?

Will!

- Hey, sorry. That was...

Anyway, uh...

copy that, okay. Off

to get you stuff.

- I love you so

much. This kills me.

If you were straight, I

would totally date you.

Is that inappropriate to

say? Oh, well, if it is,

you can take it up with the

head of HR, which is me.

You're not naked.

- Yeah, no naked cooking

till we dated for a year.

- What do I get

for eight months?

- Let's see.

Baked brie wrapped

in a croissant...

- Mm-hmm.

- With raspberry jam?

Mmm!

Yeah?

I thought you'd be happy.

- How was your day?

- It was good.

Yeah, I filled in

as a counselor.

An 18-year-old tested positive,

so that was emotionally a lot,

but I was glad to

be there for him.

- Luke, the hero, the

kids desperately need,

and, Will, the sellout,

making pottery for the rich.

- Right, yeah, okay.

Not a hero and not indulging

your insecurities today.

- But I love when

you indulge them.

- Hey, do you wanna have

brunch with my mom on Sunday?

- Sure.

What? What'd I do?

I ate your last.

Sorry, I was high.

They're irresistible.

- No.

It's just Sunday

is Mother's Day.

- And?

- And if my mom died...

- Whoa ho ho ho. Relax.

My mom's been dead

most of my life.

I'd love to meet your mother.

- Okay.

- Lindo, my phone

is misbehaving,

so I'm sending this to make sure

you receive the

message and understand.

One day you will

learn the intelligence

that I am capable of.

In the meantime,

these empty DVD boxes

are no longer

welcome in my domain.

Queen Mom. MMIXX7.

P.S. Do not trust Luke.

- Hey, Dr. Samson,

you told me to call you

if Mom ever tried

to contact me again.

I know it's been ten years,

but she finally came

out of the woodwork.

I-I was wondering if-

- Live free, love often,

embrace wisdom.

Sasha's grandmother's

in hospice,

so she won't be here today.

The shipment should

arrive in 15.

I have a meeting

in Santa Monica.

- Your hands okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Are you gonna give

me more than that?

- It's sore. Didn't eat.

- Oh, okay. Caveman

Will. Talk to me.

- I'm stretching.

- All right, well,

you have to eat

more than one big meal

at the end of the day.

- I'm fine. I'm

more than fine.

I am amazing,

fantastic, beautiful-

- Right, yes.

- Sexy - Et cetera.

- Okay, hey, what did I tell

you about sneaking tastes?

- I don't know.

When you start telling me what

to do, I zone out, you know?

- I know.

- Go to my happy place.

- Yeah.

- You know, the one

with Tom Hardy naked

on the chaise lounge?

- All right, out, out, out, out.

You are no longer

welcome in my domain.

Domain... domain...

- My domain. Do

not trust-trust us.

- Jesus.

- Sorry, I've been

feeling dizzy lately.

- For how long?

- It's nothing. Never mind.

- How long, Will?

- Like a couple of days.

- Well, you should see a doctor.

- That's absolutely

an overreaction.

- Look in my eyes. Let

me-let me see them.

- I'm fine. Stop fussing.

- Okay, what the fuck was that?

- The ring was

giving me a headache.

- Why are you lying?

- Why are you starting a fight?

- What would you do if you

were in my position right now?

- Mind my own business.

- Will, it's 7:37 p.m.

I'm not sure how

much time I have,

but you are dating

someone- Luke.

Don't ask me how I know.

I know, but trust me, he's

not in your best interest.

He is unkind.

I raised you to be

independent, lindo.

You must become a

private investigator.

I want to talk to him.

Please send me his

email and phone number.

- How's the boy?

- Oh, he's there.

He's kind. He's

getting on my nerves.

- Why?

- Wants to know things about me.

- Real, like...

personal things?

- Terrible, right?

- Dude, absolutely.

Boys don't get to know me

for at least... six months.

- It's been eight.

- Oh.

Yeah, maybe you're

in the wrong here.

- Oh my God, you guys!

I'm so excited the

gallery's ready.

The pieces look amazing.

I know things have been

rough for you recently,

but I am so excited to

celebrate us tonight.

Be there at 6 p.m.

- Oh, if you ever want to

go to my grandma's cabin,

let me know.

She has a hot tub, and

it usually gets the boys

to forget about their

problems and shut the fuck up.

- Oh, hell yeah.

I'll definitely

take you up on that.

- You okay?

- Yes.

My finger locked up. I

should have stretched it.

Will.

Will?

Will!

Are you okay?

- Ohh!

- I ate today.

- What?

- I've been-I've

been feeling dizzy.

I don't know why.

- Okay, you need to

go to the doctor.

Will!

- F-

- 'Sup, my dude? I'm NP Chaz.

What seems to be the problem?

- Okay, so...

I was lifting heavy stuff

at work the other week.

I fell, and my arms-

I-I landed on them

and-and ever since,

there's been like a tingling

sensation and weakness

and sometimes pain.

- It sounds like neuropathy.

Should go away in a

week or so. Is that it?

- Yeah...

- Okay, cool.

- Wait-fuck.

Yeah, okay, um...

I also... have started

getting these dizziness spells

and nausea and my brain is foggy

and I feel like I can't think.

- Hmm.

- I was doing some Googling and-

- Bro, never Google.

- Okay.

Anyway, the-the Google symptoms

said that they-they could

be connected to ALS or MS.

- I want you to squeeze my

fingers hard as you can.

Okay, good. Now

close your eyes.

Does this feel the same?

- Mm-hmm.

- And what about this?

No peeking.

- Sorry.

- Does that feel the same?

- I... ha, think so, yeah.

- Okay, now open your eyes

and follow my fingers.

Are you stressed?

- I-I don't know.

- Scale of one to ten?

- I-I haven't been eating.

- Okay, let's do

some blood work.

My guess-stress.

You'd be shocked at how the

mind can affect the body.

Also, dude, you need to eat.

- Okay.

Step-step one, eat.

Step two?

- Rest. Ice.

You're gonna feel

better in a week.

- What-that's it?

- I mean, unless you're

the one in 10,000

with a neuromuscular disease.

Is that it?

- Yeah, yeah-yeah, that's it.

- Cool. We'll call you

if something's wrong.

But we're not gonna call you.

- Dear Will, how are you?

Two things.

One, I have prepared a

concept of a play or a movie

that I would like

your opinion of.

I have included

books I have read

in the last 30 years of

my life that meant a lot.

This is who I am.

Also, I am informing you

I have spoken with Luke.

He has logic beyond dreams.

Hope you're eating five

meals a day. Salud!

- There are things in my

life that are coming out now

that I thought I could

ignore, but I think...

I think they're causing all

the shit that's going down.

- Doesn't sound like an apology.

- I'm used to dealing

with this shit on my own.

I want to tell

you everything, I-

I wanna tell you

everything. I do. I just...

I need some time.

When I was 12, my mom

tried to kill me, and...

that's when we found

out that she was sick.

You're always gonna look

at me like that now.

- What? I'm not looking

at you like anything.

- You don't think

you are, but you are.

- Okay... look,

no one is perfect.

I mean, you're-you're 30.

You drink too much.

You have a-a weird laugh.

- My laugh is

amazing. Excuse me?

- I love you because

you're flawed.

What? The way you yell at

the TV when you're drunk,

how you do that little twirl

when you're lost in thought,

even in public.

You have to tell

me the bad stuff.

We have to be able to

rely on each other.

- Okay, you can

always rely on me.

- Well, you have to be

able to rely on me too,

or else it isn't going to work.

- I got the keys to Sasha's

cabin for the weekend to rest.

Doctor's orders.

Maybe we can...

Talk about our lives and

feelings and stuff more there.

- What about brunch with my mom?

- Drive home early on

Sunday and meet her.

I'll do all the dishes.

- You will? Okay,

what about your arms?

- Already starting

to feel better.

- So are you feeling relaxed?

- A bit anxious, actually.

I could use a distraction.

- So predictable.

- What kinda distraction

did you think I meant?

- Will?

- Luke, you dirty devil.

Did you mean to think

that I had meant sex?

I-I would never in a

million years insinuate

that I wanna be

distracted with sexy time.

- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah.

I need another drink.

- Dance with me.

- What?

- Dance with me.

Seduce me with your smooth hips.

Distract me from my

woes and troubles.

- I'm not a good dancer.

- You're like stupid

good, but you never dance.

- What? I dance.

Alone in my room when

no one is watching.

- Okay, then I'll start you off.

If you don't dance with

me, I'm gonna have to do

a striptease to "Out

Tonight" from "Rent,"

and we all know no

one wants to see that.

Except me. I wanna see that.

Come on.

- Okay.

- Excuse me, I'm leading.

- There's no music.

- What do you call

the crickets outside

and the moon and the

water that I left running.

Okay, also I can count us

off, and we'll do the waltz.

Hey, I'm holding your hand, bro.

- My God. Oh, my God.

- And, one, two, three,

one, two, one, two.

A-one, two. Come on.

One, two, three, one, two.

Ah, yes, bitch. There you go.

- Yeah, I'm doing it.

- He is doing it.

Badly, but you're doing-

- Oh, my God.

- One, two, three.

- One, two, three.

One-

- Hey.

- I fucking love you.

So much.

- I love you too.

- Good.

Now kiss me like you

mean it, hot stuff.

- No.

- Please?

- No.

- Come on!

- Where-where did you get these?

- Sasha.

- The purpose of this trip-

- I know, and we will.

I just wanna relax and

hallucinate a little bit

before I get into

my emotional trauma.

Oh, wow.

Oh, wow.

Oh, wow. Hey.

Luke?

Luke, you gotta lay

on this bearskin rug.

It's breathing.

- The chair is fine with me.

Thanks.

- I gotta be outside.

- Will, my dude. It's

Chaz, how you doing?

- Fine.

- Cool. Yeah, cool.

Well, we got your blood results.

- Yeah, are they-they okay?

- Yeah, you have

a pretty serious

vitamin D deficiency.

- Oh-oh.

- I'm gonna write you a script

for some vitamin D, kay?

Be well.

- We'll call you if

something's wrong,

something's wrong,

something's wrong,

something's wrong.

But we're not gonna call you.

- I need you to be

independent, lindo-

- Unless you're

the one in 10,000

with a neuromuscular disease.

Become a private investigator.

I raised you to be

independent, lindo.

Raised you to be independent.

Raised you to be independent.

- If you're the one in...

if you're the one in...

if you're the one in 10,000...

- There's something

really wrong with me.

Are there wolves in these woods?

- What? What, hey?

- Are there wolves

in these woods?

- Hey, hey, it's

okay. Hey, shh, shh.

Breathe. Breathe

with me, okay?

Breathe.

Yeah. Again.

- Good, good.

There are no wolves, all right?

It's the shrooms.

You thought the bearskin

was breathing, remember?

What do you need?

- Can we postpone our

session trauma thingy?

I'm-

It's giving me a lot

of anxiety, and I...

I don't know if I'm in

the right mindset to...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Will.

Will.

Help me.

I'm stuck.

Aah!

- Your arms okay?

- They hurt.

- I take it that means

you're skipping brunch.

Great.

- I didn't do this on purpose.

- No, you did.

And I was stupid enough not

to realize what you did.

- I don't wanna

fight. I'm in pain.

- I'm not fighting.

We're still learning

things about each other,

and today I learned how

manipulative you can be.

- Whoa.

- You will do anything to get

out of talking about yourself.

The dancing was a nice touch.

- Uh... I-I-

- It's fine. Don't

worry about it.

Lesson learned.

- Has anything

particularly stressful

been happening in your life?

- Yes.

- Yeah.

Okay, take your shirt off

and I'll be right back.

Too cold to keep your shirt off?

- I was going to pee.

- Okay, hold off on

that. Have a seat.

Take your shirt off.

Okay, breathe normal.

You're breathing shallow.

Breathe in deep.

One more time.

Do you feel anything?

Any pain here?

- No.

- What about here?

- No.

- What about here?

- No.

- Put your shirt back on.

I think it's just stress.

- Are-are you sure?

- You would be shocked at how

the mind can affect the body.

All right, but just to be safe,

why don't I order you

up some creatine kinase,

erythrocyte sedimentation rate

and C-reactive protein test.

Just so we can rule out ALS

or any kind of

neuromuscular disorder.

How does that sound?

- I really appreciate that.

- Just down the hall, the

red door on your right.

Oh, Will? No more Googling.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- A week?

- That's what the doctor said.

- Look, Will, I like you.

I chose you out of a

hundred other applications

for this job.

The sad reality is if you

have to take a week off,

I would have to replace you.

- That's not fair.

- I'm not in the

business of being fair.

I'm in the business

of high-end pottery.

- Hello, Will. This

is your mother.

I just have one question

for you-just one.

Do you think your

mother's an idiot?

You think your

mother's an idiot.

I'm not the idiot.

You're the idiot.

Idiot. Idiota!

- Hello?

Hello?

I'm stuck.

I can't breathe.

Help me.

I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.

I can't breathe,

I can't breathe!

I can't breathe! Help!

Aah!

- Why would you touch the kiln?

Call an ambulance! I

could be liable if-

Are you serious?!

Fuck you, boss!

- Ohh-

- So what's going on?

Is it your mom?

- You shouldn't trust

anything she says.

- I know. I know, it was-

that was pretty obvious

from her emails.

I get why you didn't

tell me that she's alive.

When my sister

Oded, I didn't wanna

tell anybody either.

- It's not the same thing.

- I know.

- Good.

Good. 'Cause it isn't.

- Why won't you trust me?

I'm sitting here

right now with you.

Let me help you.

- Why didn't you tell me that

you were talking to my mom?

- Because she literally

just emailed me.

- I think we should break up.

I'm at the edge of something

that I can't turn back from,

and it's safer for you...

If you stay away.

You already look at

me differently and...

And I'm getting worse.

And if we keep going...

I'll destroy you.

- Such a martyr.

- A I'm not gonna

let that happen.

- Oh, man.

- You're gonna be okay.

Luke...

You're gonna be okay.

- I need to see a

psychiatrist now.

- I don't know

any psychiatrists.

- Mom's? Can you call?

- Can't do that yourself, huh?

- Can you just do it?

- I've got a dinner thing

tonight in the city.

- With who?

- You could order Chinese.

- We're a couple of sad

sacks, right, Faulkner?

- Lindo, I'm in Puerto

Rico. Where, I will not say.

I will not be returning home

until I prove it is safe for me.

I cannot say much more,

but it is extra important

that my identity is protected.

Imposters are everywhere,

Lindo, everywhere.

I am letting you know

there are items in my study

that will change your world,

but I don't think you're ready.

Also, remember our

trip to Adesivo?

I found a picture

of you naked...

Aunty Bertha's house.

She's not doing so good.

- Fuck.

I'm having a panic attack.

- Okay.

- I can't breathe, and I

need help... understand?

- Okay.

You don't feel panic ever?

- No.

Mm. Hey, Faulkner.

Would you help Will with his...

panic whatever?

What should I watch on TV?

Should I watch the news?

- Dad.

- All right, I'll

watch the news.

- Please, Dad.

- Can't imagine there'll

be anything good on.

- Please, Dad, please help me.

- Oh, here we go.

Another woman comes forward

against that congressman.

So silly.

- Silly?

- Yeah, sure.

A woman gets raped and

doesn't report it right away?

She should just remain silent.

- Are you serious?

- Of course.

- I don't even know

what to say to that.

- You're not a lawyer.

- The woman who came out

against that tech CEO is

still getting death threats.

- It was clear

from the testimony

that there was never

any intention to rape.

- Did you do that kind of

stuff when you were a kid?

- No, I was on the swim team.

- The Stanford kid

was on the swim team.

- You don't seem injured to me.

- What are you talking about?

- You're gesticulating wildly.

I guess the best way to get

you out of a panic attack

is to piss you off.

- What happened to your arms?

- I got injured at work.

And, yes, I am in a severe

amount of pain right now.

Thanks for asking.

Ha.

Definitely could use

a trim right now,

but, uh, it's too painful

to hold a razor, so...

- Why don't you ask

your dad to help you?

- Huh?

- Why don't you ask

your dad to help?

He's not gonna shave

me. It's too homoerotic.

He also doesn't think

what's happening to me

right now is real, which-

Ha ha. Um...

I've seen two doctors,

and both blood tests

have come back fine.

They say it's tendonitis.

But I keep thinking,

"What about the head

fog and the dizziness?"

And they say,

"You'd be surprised how the

mind can affect the body."

- That is true. You

would be surprised.

- Fine, fine.

Then order an MRI.

Make sure.

- Do you think that would help?

- Yes, I do!

I don't care if I have

ALS or MS or whatever.

I-I just want it to stop.

I need to know...

if it isn't real.

And if it isn't...

I'm seeing a wolf.

If I'm finally following

in her footsteps,

I'm gonna kill myself.

She has no one.

Everybody who's ever loved her

she's damaged beyond repair.

I'm not gonna hurt

people like that.

I'm not gonna hurt people

like she hurt people.

I'm not gonna do it. I won't.

- Why a wolf?

- Hmm?

- You said you were

seeing a wolf. Why a wolf?

- I...

I have no fucking clue.

Antipsychotics.?

- Antipsychotics..

- Good.

I'm not gonna... kill myself.

- I know.

Do you remember

what I said to you

right before you

left for college?

- You told me to run.

To run and not look back.

- And here you are...

- back again.

- I can't, not

with all the meds.

- Hmm.

- Fuck.

- What's wrong?

- Arms.

- What, do you need

me to cut your food?

That didn't hurt, did it?

- You remember anything about

a wolf when I was a kid?

- Just that you were a wolf

for Halloween every year

in elementary school.

- What?

- What?

- I don't remember that.

- Okay.

- You still have the costume?

- No, your mother probably does.

- Anything else?

- Well, there was one

year when she was supposed

to take you trick or

treating and, instead,

she tried to break

into my law firm

to prove I was CIA.

- I'm going to the

house tomorrow.

Everything started there.

If I go there, I think

everything will end.

- I think everything will end

if you keep taking your meds.

- What if things don't stop?

- Well, then you really are

turning into your mother,

and I'll have to put you

in a mental hospital.

- Hello, Will, I've been

trying to reach you.

I'm in Puerto Rico.

Did-did-did you know that?

I'm not doing so good, Will.

I found out that my mom

is not my mom.

She's an imposter.

Is your dad an imposter?

I know. I know you're

not an imposter.

You are a good

boy. You are good.

Are you okay? Do

you need money?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Your mother's doing fine.

Everything is fine.

Ah-

What do you think, lindo?

Growl for the camera.

- Grrr.

- Louder, Lingo, louder.

- Grrr!

- Again, again!

- Grrr!

- Howl, Will, howl!

I'm warning you, you

enter my domain again,

and you shall be sorry.

I am queen. It is my domain,

and I shall be very unkind

to you if you enter it again.

- I threw up again.

- Hi, okay, well,

what do you need?

You want a grilled cheese?

Ginger ale.

- Okay.

- Mom's gonna get

you a ginger ale.

You planted a bomb? And

before you say anything,

I ask you this- do

you care if I die?

Do you care if your wife,

your esposa, dies?

Dinner's ready!

No. No.

- What the hell?

- What did I tell you

about sneaking tastes?

- I'm sorry, I-I-

I need you to take

your medicine.

If you don't, I-I will

no longer be your son,

and I will never

talk to you again.

Please.

- Okay, lindo.

- It's time to go.

- This is my domain.

I will not be removed

from my domain.

I thought I made myself clear.

No, you won't!

Aah! No!

No, no, no, no, no, no-

- MRI came back clear.

- Okay.

- That's good news, Will.

We've done all the tests.

You're healthy. It's

what you wanted.

- What if my symptoms continue?

- Then it might be time

to see a psychiatrist.

You'd be surprised- - I

did see a psychiatrist.

I'm on Antipsychotics..

- For how long?

- Three days.

- It takes longer than

that to take full effect.

Weeks, sometimes months.

- What about my arms?

- I'm referring you to

a physical therapist,

but don't start yet, not

until the pain is gone.

If you don't wait and

keep using your arms,

we may need to consider surgery.

Do you have someone you

can rely on until then?

Someone willing to

take care of you?

- Hey.

Hey.

Hey, it's okay.

- I'm so fucked, Luke.

- No.

- I didn't know what else to do.

- I know.

- You're the only-

only person who

actually cares about me.

I'm such an idiot.

- No, you're not.

- I'm such a fucking idiot.

- Hey, hey.

- Such a stupid fucking idiot.

- No.

- Such a stupid fucking idiot.

- No.

- I'm a fuck-stupid fuck-

- Hey.

- I don't deserve you,

I don't deserve you.

- Shh.

- You're so good to me.

You're so good.

- Come here.

- Oh...

Fuck me.

Fuck me.

- Yes.

- Oh, fuck.

- Stop.

That hurts.

That hurts.

You're hurting me. Stop-

Look at me.

- Stop. Stop.

Stop.

Look at me.

- Okay, it's me. Look

at me, look at me.

Hey, it's-it's me. It's

okay, breathe, breathe.

Breathe with me,

breathe, all right.

In...

Out...

In...

Out.

- Yeah, good, good.

You're okay, you're okay.

Every tear

Will be a memory

- The future is

mom: The future is

Not ours to see

So wait and pray

Each night for me

Till we meet again

- That song.

- What?

- That... song.

Why were you singing that song?

- Why? Will, hey.

- Why were you singing that?

Why?

Why were you singing that song?

- Hey, hey!

Will... Will, it's okay.

- You're in collusion

with her, aren't you?

- What did I tell you

about sneaking tastes?

You are no longer

welcome in my domain.

- Oh my God.

Luke, why? Why?

No... no... Luke!

Stay back.

- You'll be okay.

- Stay back!

- Will-

- You're gonna be alone

for the rest of your life.

Just like your mother.

- Stop.

Fucking idiot.

Oh my God, you fucking idiot.

You crazy fucking idiot!

You're a crazy fucking idiot!

Aah!

- Well, then you're

turning into your mother,

and I'll have to put you in

a mental hospital... ital...

- Luke.

- You break into my

house. I break into yours.

Join me, lindo.

I made coffee from Puerto Rico.

- I don't want to.

- Obey your mother.

Drink, please.

Good?

Are you all right,

lindo? You look unwell.

- You know I'm not.

- Yes, that's why I came,

to take care of

you until the end.

- What?

- It's all right,

it's all right, lindo.

- What do you mean?

- We had you tested

when you were a child.

I wanted to tell you, but your

dad, he told me I couldn't.

He's a bad man

who doesn't know how

to take care of people.

I should've never married

him, but then we had you,

and I wouldn't trade

you for the world.

Sure, I had to

give up my career.

I was inventor level, but

no, I don't blame you, lindo.

It's okay.

- Shh.

- I'm scared, Mom.

- I know, I know.

Shh, shh, shh.

No, no, no.

No, no, you're all right. Shh.

It's okay. I know.

- You wouldn't hurt me.

- No.

- I know this.

Of course, I know this.

- Never.

Never.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay, lindo.

Oh, lindo, shh.

It's gonna be okay.

Shh.

Shh, shh, it's okay,

it's okay.

Shh. It's all gonna be okay.

It's all gonna be okay.

It's all gonna be okay.

- Aah!

- It's all gonna be okay.

It's all gonna be okay!

Lindo, no, lindo.

- Does it hurt?

But then it's over.

The other way won't kill you.

- Morning.

- Afternoon.

- One, two, one, two.

Come on one, two,

three, one, two.

Oh, yes, bitch

there you go. Do it.

- Okay, stop, please.

- Growl for the camera.

- Grrr.

- Louder, lindo, louder.

- Grrr!

- Again, again!

- Grrr!

- Howl, Will, howl.

No, no, please. Please no.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Guess I gotta get used

to your being here, huh?

You look better.

So do you.

- Thank you.

What happens now?

What does that mean?

- Hi, Will, I'm Dr. Miller.

May I come in? Mind if I sit?

Thank you.

So how are you feeling?

You feeling better?

- Yeah.

- Okay, good.

'Cause, you've been

on quite the journey.

- Not as epic as "Homeward

Bound," but... close.

- I see you still have

your sense of humor.

- She thinks I'm funny.

- Who's that?

- A wolf.

Well, a man in a wolf costume.

- Huh.

- Sometimes a child.

- And where are they right now?

Are they... sitting

in that corner?

- He was, but...

You seem to have

scared him away.

I thought I killed my mom.

I-I didn't.

I didn't, right?

I didn't?

- No, Will, you

didn't kill your mom.

In fact, she was here

about a half-hour ago.

She wanted to see you,

but she was very upset

and I thought it was best

for her not to see you.

So I asked her to leave.

Let's talk about you, okay?

Would you say that there

are some very serious things

that are holding you back,

preventing you from

feeling normal?

- I would say that, yeah, yes.

- Okay.

And that's why I'm here

to help you uncover those things

so that you can feel

happy and whole...

and normal.

- Well, I like you.

- Now, bottom line is,

are you willing to do the work?

- Okay.

- Mm-hmm.

Six.

That's two more pounds.

- Oh, yeah.

- You got it.

- Yes, it is.

- See how steady?

- Thank you.

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