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?


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?


- 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,


- Lucky you.


- 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.



- 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?



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.




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.


- 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.


- 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, you gotta lay
on this bearskin rug.

It's breathing.

- The chair is fine with me.


- 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?


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?


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.



Help me.

I'm stuck.


- Your arms okay?
- They hurt.

- I take it that means
you're skipping brunch.


- 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?


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!


- 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.


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.


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..

- 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.


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.


- 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, 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.


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.





- 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 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!


- 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.


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.


It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay, lindo.

Oh, lindo, shh.

It's gonna be okay.


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.


That's two more pounds.

- Oh, yeah.
- You got it.

- Yes, it is.

- See how steady?

- Thank you.

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