Being Erica (2009–2011): Season 4, Episode 1 - Doctor Who? - full transcript

Doctor-in-training Erica is dismayed to learn that her first patient is someone that she knows: her soon to be ex-brother-in-law, Josh MacIntosh, a man she neither understands or likes. Despite she realizing that Josh needs help, Erica hates him even more after Samantha's vitriolic verbal attacks about their bitter divorce proceedings. To help Erica help Josh, Dr. Tom sends her back to the incident when she first realized that she hated him, which was a trip in 1998 by Erica, Sam, Josh and Jenny to Fort Lauderdale to visit Erica and Sam's grandmother. Erica tries to use this trip revisited as her opportunity to make a real connection with Josh. But Erica learns that she not only has to make a connection, but in the process truly understand what Josh is all about as a person, which may end up backfiring in her face. A reminder of another past incident between Erica and Josh may be able to provide Erica that much needed perspective.

Erica:
Previously on "Being Erica"...

I woke up yesterday morning

to find out that
my whole life is gone.

Dr. Tom: You've been in
a coma for two weeks.

Barbara: She thought her
real doctor, Doctor Wexler,

was her therapist.

Security guard:
Take it easy, okay?

Erica:
I want my life back, Dr. Tom.

You give me my life back!

Security guard:
Calm down, okay?!

Get the hell off of me!



(Grunts)
Stop it!

I remember it all, Leo.

Every lesson,
good and bad.

Every victory,
every defeat.

I can't just throw it away;

I can't throw my life away.

I would rather live
and try and fail

than give up.

(Exhales)
Erica.

Dr. Tom,
what is happening?

You passed, Erica.

Welcome to doctor training.

Erica:
Can you believe it?

I came this close
to failing, but...



I passed.
I didn't, Erica.

What's this?

Dr. Tom:
Your card.

It's time to meet
your first patient.

Erica.

Josh.

Come to Toronto

and the first person I see
is you.

You're... you're...
You are...

Older? Alive? Satan?

Here.
You're... here.

Yeah, I'm here
to finalize my divorce.

You remember that?

Your sister kicking
my ass to the curb?

Yeah, I remember you
ignoring her

and taking her
for granted.

Have a nice life.

Josh, wait a minute,
let's, um...

Let's... talk.

Why?

If you'd just give me
a minute, um-

No, how about not, okay?

And just think, Erica,

once I go through
this door,

we'll never have
to see each other again.

(Sighs)

Josh, wait!

Ugh! Josh!

Why?
Out of all the people

that you could have picked
to be my patient,

why... Josh?

Why not Josh?

Well, you know, I could think
of a million different reasons:

I don't like him,
I don't understand him at all.

Consider this your opportunity
to understand him better.

No, but...
'Kay, he hates me, too.

He's in the middle
of divorcing my sister,

and there's no way

that he's gonna accept me
as his doctor.

Well, that's good

because you aren't
his doctor.

Erica, you are a doctor
in training,

and your first assignment

is to help Josh move on
with his life.

Move on?

To what?
I mean...

How do I even do that?

You figure it out.

(Sighs)

I feel like
you're setting me up to fail.

Well,
"Failure is nature's plan

to prepare you
for great responsibilities."

Napoleon Hill.

And I think that
you should prepare

to fail repeatedly,
Erica.

This process is not
going to be easy,

and it's not meant
to be.

Okay,
so what do I do?

Do I just go out there,
hand him the card,

and ask him how
he's handling the divorce?

Dr. Tom: You go out there
and you get on with your day,

and your moment to jump in
and help will arrive.

Erica: How do I know when-
Dr. Tom: You'll know.

Trust me.

Okay.

♪ Being Erica 04x01 ♪
Doctor Who?
Original Air Date: October 3, 2011

♪ It's clearer inside of me ♪

♪ who I will always be ♪

♪ open me up to my heart. ♪

♪ Feels like I'm seeing
in the dark-- ♪

♪ Waking me up to my life-- ♪

♪ To do it all over ♪

♪ again and again, ♪

♪ until the end ♪

♪ the sum of my dreams, ♪

♪ and everything
I ever wanted to be. ♪

Hey, can you be here
for six?

I told Sam 6:30.

Yeah. Six is good.

Do you need me
to pick up anything?

Um, if you could grab some wine,
that would be great.

I've got a million things to do,

including finding my moment
to leap in

and help Josh move on.

Sounds like
it's gonna be the fun part.

Yeah, well,
you don't know Josh.

And it doesn't help
that my day is psycho.

I've got back-to-back interviews
all morning,

and then I gotta rush home
and cook.

And I just, I don't even
wanna think about it.

Then don't.

Adam...

Hey! Um...

I have to go to work.

So be late;
You're the boss.

Seriously, seriously,
we can't,

we can't do this
right now.

Seriously?
Why not?

(Giggles)

Because I have very important
things to...

Oh my God.

I mean, I guess I could be
a few minutes late.

(Erica breathes heavily
and Adam laughs playfully)

Did anyone ever tell you
you're really good at that?

Which part?

All of it.
The... all of it.

Yeah,
practice makes perfect.

So, how much practice
have you had?

Oh, come on, Erica,
I was joking.

No, I'm serious though,
I'm curious.

How many women
have you slept with?

Okay, I'll make it easy.
Uh... more than ten?

More than ten?
Are you serious?

I don't think I know anyone
that hasn't had more than 10.

Seven over here.

Okay...

So you've had
more than ten.

Have you had
more than twenty?

More than thirty?

More than forty?

You know what?
Let's just...

We're gonna stop
at forty.

They didn't mean
anything.

Oh, come on.

No, you know
what they say

about how it's different
when you...

When you...?

When you love someone.

I've never loved
anyone before.

Before now.

Mediator:
...And I've highlighted

the essential points
of agreement.

If you're both amenable,
we'll use this as a basis

for preparing
a formal settlement.

Signed.

Well, my issues
about debt division,

are they included here?

And the, uh,
London condo?

Page six.

Wow.

I wish you were this easygoing
when we were married.

Mediator:
Josh...

No, it's cool.

Anyone got a pen?

So that was easier
than I thought it would be.

Yeah, I just...
wanna move on

so that both of us
can be happy.

No, no. So that you can
be happy, you mean.

Don't...
Don't speak for me.

I wasn't speaking
for you.

I was,
I was being sincere.

Then you should've
thought twice

before asking
for a divorce.

Okay.

Bye, Josh.

Josh: That's right,
storm off in a huff.

That's more like
the Sam I know.

Just get in the car,
Sam.

Don't let him
bring you down to his level.

Josh: So what, that's how it is?

Am I even worthy
of a response?

Lenin: Come on, man,
just take it easy.

What? You're too full of joy,
and light, and peace-

Hey! Back off!
You hear me?

Yeah.

Sam:
To answer your question,

I am happy, Josh.

For the first time in years,
I am happy.

And if you want to be
mean and miserable,

that's your choice.

Lenin:
Get outta my way.

(Engine starts)

Just drive.

Erica: So tell us why you'd make
a great assistant here at 50/50.

Interviewee:
Well, I'm a professional typist,

and a huge fan
of "Sweet Dreams Kitty";

I read it to my cats
every night.

Oh, and I loved
"Broken Dreams of Gold."

"Broken Dreams of Gold"?

The first book
I edited.

Don't ask.

Oh, it's Sloan Scott.

You work out at my gym.
Do you do Zumba?

Oh my God,
I heart Zumba!

It's like I'm getting a workout
and a night out

at the same time!

Oh my God!
I totally agree.

Do you have Julio
as your instructor?

Uh, Julio-else
do you think?

(Both giggle)

You're cute.

Erica: Uh, Sloan,
it's just I see here

that you don't have
any actual experience

as an assistant.

What do you mean?

Oh.

And, uh, when I was doing
my masters in English lit,

I spent summers working
at a small press in Ottawa.

Secretarial work,

but they also had me doing
coverage on the missions.

Coverage? Really?

Rachel:
Well, yeah.

First time in my life
I actually felt cool.

(Chuckles)

I bet.

So, Rachel,
uh, tell me what you-

My spare time?

Uh, well,
I do lots of things.

Uh, I write a blog.

I'm into guerrilla gardening.

Seed bombs, you know?
(Mimics small explosion)

Julianne:
How did you do that?

I mean, how did you
answer a question

that hadn't asked yet?

You asked what I do
in my spare time.

No. I was gonna ask you
what you do in your spare time,

but then you cut me off.

Okay.

This might sound weird,
but...

I'm a little bit psychic.

But it gets worse
when I'm nervous,

and since this is
an interview situation-

I'm sorry,
what?

The more nervous I get,
the more psychic I am.

I have no control
over it.

You know,
it's like some people sweat,

I get psychic.

Okay, please tell me

we don't have to do this
again tomorrow.

Well, we won't have to

if we pick someone
from today, okay?

I mean,
it's pretty obvious who.

- Yeah. Rachel.
- Sloan!

Sloan? Julianne,
she has zero experience.

I know,
but she does Zumba.

And I got a very good vibe
from her -

and not a creepy
"I'm a psychic" vibe

- like Rachel.
- Rachel has actual experience.

And so what if she's quirky?
I mean, she seems smart.

She did a chair dance.

And she's keen,
and she's got great references.

She's a freak.

Okay.

We will...
(Clears throat)

Just call more people
and set up more interviews.

Oh...

No.
No, it's fine.

We'll hire the weirdo psychic
with experience.

Yes!

But a voice from beyond
is telling me

not to be surprised
if it doesn't work out.

Julianne, it's fine.

I'm calling her
right now.

Ugh.

Sam:
...then Josh follows me outside.

Lenin's waiting for me.

Lenin: I wasn't planning
on being there.

But I'm glad I was.

My knight
in shining armour.

Adam: (Chuckles) Good man.

Sam:
Anyway, the kicker?

I got home and there's an email
from Josh's lawyer

with even more demands.

No, no, no, wait, I...
I thought that he signed?

There was a rescission period
and he changed his mind.

Lenin: He's doing everything
he can to make you hurt.

It's, uh, it's petty.

Anyone want some more wine?
Sammy?

I'm good with water,
thanks.

But I will have
a cupcake.

Yeah. Sure.

Cupcakes with sprinkles,
coming right up.

Thank you.

Sam: Guys, I just, I can't believe
I wasted so many years

with that selfish bastard.

Nobody liked him.

You hated him.

Well, I mean,
I didn't hate him.

Sam:
Oh, come on. You did.

And I was so protective of him
for so long,

and now it makes
no sense to me.

Why did I love him?

How could I have loved
someone like that?

Anyway, it's fine.

If he wants a war,
I will give him one.

All right, I know you're
upset honey. Me, too,

but we need to just chill
on the Josh thing.

Dude's got issues.

Yeah, Lenin's right.

Are you seriously
suggesting

that I should
feel sorry for him?

No. But I do think

you need to be
the bigger person.

Rise above all this.

Show him some,
uh, some maturity.

I've tried.

No matter what I do
he keeps coming after me,

and look, there comes a point
when you have to say

enough is enough
and fight back.

(Knocking)

- Erica.
- Josh, hi.

If Sam's got something
to say to me,

she should say it
through her lawyer.

Look, Josh, I know
this might be weird,

but honestly,
I'm not here to attack you.

I'm...
I'm here to help.

Right. Okay.
Goodbye, Erica.

No, just, Josh, Josh...
Wait.

Look, if Sam wants
to move on with her life

with some rasta dude?

Good for her.

But me? I'm just...
thinking things through.

You're torturing her
on purpose.

I'm glad to hear
it's working.

(Stammers, stunned)
(Door slams)

I'm not, I'm not...

I'm not!

(Elevator dings)

I... I hate that guy!

I... I hate him

and I want to punch in
his smug little face!

Dr. Tom:
Erica.

Okay.

Why don't you, uh...
why don't you just relax, okay,

and come and sit,
please.

There you go.

(Sighs, amused)

- Better?
- No. You know what?

Not really.
And I can't do this.

- I don't know how to do this.
- One step at a time.

Okay?

Let's start with
where you're at.

- Well, I-
- You hate Josh.

I understand that.

So why don't you tell me
when that started -

the hatred.

(Sighs, overwhelmed)

Um...

Spring break.
1998.

We were supposed
to spend the week

at my Grandmother's condo
in Lauderdale.

It was supposed to be
me and Sam.

Sam wound up inviting Josh,
so I invited Jenny...

But then, before we even
got on the airplane,

Sam got food poisoning

and she barfed
all over the, um...

Dr. Tom:
The conveyor belt?

Erica:
And our carry-on luggage,

and Jenny's brand new
kitten heel sandals.

Yeah, okay.

Anyway, instead of Josh
staying in Toronto

to take care of Sam,

he flew down with us.

We were just stuck
with him.

And yes, okay,

we could've been
more mature about it,

but Josh went insane.

He was constantly wasted
and wound up naked in the pool.

And the condo board,

they almost kicked
my Bubbe out.

And so, by the time Sam
finally arrived-

Yeah, yeah,
you hated him. Yeah.

(Sighs) Wow.

Before that trip,
you know,

I always thought that, Josh,

he was mildly annoying
but mainly harmless.

After that trip?

Oh, I saw him
for what he really is.

You know,
he's rude and crude

- and hugely insincere,
- Erica...

- on top of being...
- Erica?

- What?!
- I get the picture.

Here's the thing though.

(Sighs)

Each patient is chosen
for a specific reason.

They have something
to teach you,

and you have a way
to help them.

However, neither of
these things can happen

without first establishing
a connection.

You have to build
a connection with Josh,

all right?

Otherwise,
why would he trust you

enough to open up?

How?

I mean, we have nothing
in common.

Well, which brings us
to lesson one:

You are your patient.

What the hell
does that mean?

(Chuckles)

Well, let's not get ahead
of ourselves.

First, build a bridge
with Josh--

connect--

so that you can do
your job

and help him move on
with his life.

(Bins clatter)
Whoa!

Sorry.

Sorry.

Josh: What is with
the Strange sisters today?

I mean, come on, Sam,
let's go.

Jenny,
hand me that bin now!

What? Why?

Look, if you like
your brand new shoes

you will hand me
that bin.

Sam: (Vomits)
Jenny: Oh my God.

Erica:
It's okay, Sam.

Josh:
Whoa! Whoa!

Check it-- I got this humongous
bottle of liquid gold

for 18 bucks.

Erica:
Josh, that's... that's great,

but look,
Sam is sick

and I don't think

she's gonna be able
to make the flight.

Yes you can.

It's up and down,
three hours.

Sam, you have
food poisoning

and you can't fly
if you're throwing up.

So, look,
here's what we'll do.

You're gonna go home
and get some rest

and, Josh, you...
you can come with us.

What?! Erica...

Erica: Yeah, and Sam, you can

fly down in a couple of days,
when you're feeling better.

She'd have to get
a whole new flight.

It's just, you know,
it's just rebooking fees,

it's no biggie.

So we settled?



So what... I'm supposed
to like accept

that you invited
this asshole along

to ruin our vacation?

Well, look,
this asshole,

he's probably gonna
marry Sam one day,

which will make him
my brother-in-law.

So I need to build
a relationship with him,

and that is exactly
what I'm gonna be doing

on this trip.

Jenny:
Okay.

You called him a cheesy,
annoying loser

and made fun
of his Duran Duran tattoo

to his face.

When did I do that?

Yesterday.

Good luck building
that relationship.

Josh: (Knocks)
You girls coming or what?

I'm hitting the pool;
I gotta get my rays on.

Erica:
Hey, Mr. Anderson.

Josh: This place is full
of old people.

Oh, hey, ladies.

Jenny:
No, no-no-no-no-no.

This is not
what I signed up for.

Jenny, I told you
this is my Bubbe's condo.

Okay, but it looks like a scene
from "The Golden Girls."

Wait till I bust out
the whiskey.

Then it'll be
"Golden Girls Gone Wild"!

Jenny:
Ew.

You guys, look,
it's free

and it's a 10 minute walk
to the beach,

so quit your whining.

Jenny: (Gasps)
Erica: What?

Hello.

Can we say gorgeous?

Okay, if Ricky Martin turns out
to be gay or married?

We're checking out
of bubbe-land

and into the Lago Mar,
all right?

Go get him, tiger.

(Snaps fingers)

All right,
let's, uh...

Let's get our rays on.

Are those two cool?

Erica: No, actually.
Let's just, uh...

Let's sit somewhere else,
okay?

Why?

Because "Call me Barry"
Rosenfeld over there,

he's a little bit
of a letch.

Let's go over here.

Josh: Do you mind if me
and my friend join you

for a little fun in the sun?

Erica:
Hi, Mr. Rosenfeld.

Erica.

Oh!
(Laughs uncomfortably)

I tell you this every time,
call me Barry.

Here, please...

Erica: (Through
clenched teeth) Okay.

So, uh, Erica,
is this your boyfriend?

Erica: Yes, I is.
Josh: No, we're just friends.

The name's Josh.

Mr. Rosenfeld:
Nice to meet you, Josh.

Can I let you in
on a little secret, Barry?

Sure.

My friend Erica
loves older men.

She likes a man
who can teach her things

like Mahjong
and a Merengue.

A man of refinement,
a man of distinction.

My first wife?

20 years younger
than me.

That's what I love
about this modern world--

anything goes.

(Laughs)

Uh, I um...
I need some water.

Come on, Erica,
don't be mad.

(Sighs)

Don't be mad?

Why do you act
like this?

I was just trying
to have some fun.

At my expense.

S-seriously, Erica,

I only did that
for a laugh.

I'm not trying
to be mean.

Jenny:
Oh my God!

Hey!

So Jesus, AKA the hottest pool boy
slash graffiti artist ever

has just invited us
to Las Olas,

Lauderdale party central.

It's gonna be off
da h-double-o k!

Um... I don't know.

Josh, do you have
any big plans tonight?

No.

Erica,
Jesus invited us.

No, that's cool.
You, you guys go.

- Okay.
- No, look.

You know what?
I'll go if Josh goes.

Just go ask Jesus
if we can have one more.

It's not a big deal.

Come on!

Okay.

Sure.



Josh: Well, she doesn't
waste any time.

(Laughs)

Wow, I think I just threw up
in my mouth a little bit.

Mmm!

Oh, Jenny...

It's just,
it's always the same story.

Not the fun night out
you were hoping for, I bet.

No, no. I'm glad Jenny
and Rico Suave

are making
a love connection.

It's entertaining.

Thanks for inviting me,
by the way.

No, I wanted to.

Uh, so, what should
we talk about?

I don't know.

All right, how 'bout this,
how 'bout this?

We ask each other a question,
and it can be anything--

but you have to answer it.

Come on, it'll be fun.
It'll be fun.

I'll start.

Uh, what's with the tattoo
on your arm?

Come on,
like...

I liked Duran Duran.

The "Union of the Snake"
was like my anthem.

So one drunk night,
I got a little carried away.

Okay, now it's your turn.
Ask me question.

It can be anything.

Bring it.

Why haven't you had
a real boyfriend

since high school?

Wow.

Way to just start
at full speed.

Um... I don't know.
I guess...

I had, or I have,

um... a tendency
to pick guys apart.

Unfairly.

And maybe deep down
I don't know what I want--

Or didn't.

Yeah.

What?

It's your turn to ask.

No, no, no.
What were you just thinking?

That is my next
question.

I can't tell you
all my secrets.

Um... actually,
I just, uh...

I just have to go
to the bathroom,

but you are not off
the hook, mister.

Wow! You really don't
do subtle, do you?

"Life is too short
to blend in."

Paris Hilton.

So you seem to be making
some headway.

Yeah. Who knew?

It's been pretty
eye-opening.

You know,
back in 1998, Josh,

he was just,
he was a lot less bitter,

a lot more open,
and actually...

Sorta funny.

You sound surprised.

Not so much, you know.

I mean, if the point
is for me to realize

that Josh... He's...
He's an actual person--

you know,
he's not just the devil--

so I need to stop
judging him

and stop focusing
on his bad qualities

and start looking towards
his good qualities.

Oh, and the trophy

for the most obvious
realization of the evening

goes to Erica Strange.

What?
That's not it?

Okay, look,
I don't understand,

because you told me
to build a bridge

and that's what I've done.

And what on Earth
is this for?

Ammunition.

Woman: Puneta, donde has estado?
Huh?

Con esta puta?!

Oh my God! Of course,
Jesus has a girlfriend.

Jenny and woman:
(Shouting back and forth)

... comes out of nowhere and
starts shrieking at Jenny.

(Shrieking and yelling)

Erica: You guys, just chill out!
Oh my God!

(Indistinct yelling
and screaming)

Hah! Ole!

Jenny!

What? What?

Yeah.

Woman:
(Shouting in Spanish)

Erica:
Yeah. No. Okay, Jenny.

Just, you know,
just do whatever it is

that you wanna do.

(Exhales)
Okay.

See you tomorrow.

Well, Jenny is going to spend
the night with Jesus.

Well, I hope he has
a deadbolt.

(Laughs)

Oh...

You know, Josh,
I'm really glad

that we got to hang out
tonight.

Seriously,
it's...

Yeah. Me too.

I wish we'd done it
sooner.

(Snorted laughter)

Stop before you're gonna
start telling me

my eyes look like
the ocean.

Both:
(Laugh)

Oh my gosh.

(Yawns)

I am exhausted
and I drank too much,

so...

Good night.

No, no, no, no, no, no,
it's not even midnight.

Your bubbe's got VH1;

We can stay up
and watch pop-up video.

Sorry.
I'm too tired.

But hey, you know what?

You...
You should get some sleep too

and we can do this
all over again tomorrow.

Good night.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...
What the...?

What the hell was that?

(Exhales, uncomfortable)

That was not
an invitation.

What the hell
is wrong with you?

(Slams door shut)

(Sighs heavily)

Oh my God,
you scared me.

Jenny:
Ugh. Shhh!

Keep your voice down;
This hangover's brutal.

Hey, listen,
did you, uh...

did you see Josh
on your way up?

Yeah, I did.
He was at the pool.

Erica: And did he,
did he say anything or...?

How about,
uh, "Hey, Jenny,

how was your fabulous night
with Jesus?"

How 'bout that?

- Jenny...
- Erica, honestly?

Your obsession
with Josh is wacked.

And if I didn't know you,

I would think you were
in love with him.

(Derisive laughter)
Oh... wow.

Oh God.

(Preparatory breath)

He kissed me.

- What?
- Yeah, last night.

You know, I just thought
we were having this nice,

relaxed conversation

and he took it
as an invitation.

Ew!
Ew! What a sneaky creep!

He's dating your sister.

I mean, you should get
on the phone to Sam

right now.

No, look, I'm not...
I'm not doing that.

Josh, he just...

I mean, he just made
a mistake.

And he has no sense
of boundaries and...

He needs to be confronted

and just told
that it's not okay and-

Erica, no. No.

You're being way
too forgiving.

Okay? Josh is a creep,
end of story.

Well...

I mean,
that's a little simplistic.

You know what?
Never mind. That's fine.

Go talk to him,
Mother Theresa,

and go prove me right.

Jenny, why-
(Door slams shut)

(Music plays through
the headphones)

Man:
Hey.

Hey...

We need to talk.

Can't hear you.

Listen, Josh,
I'm, uh.

I'm willing to give you

the benefit
of the doubt here.

Listen, Erica,
beer goggles -

shit happens.

There's nothing
to talk about.

Listen, Josh,
you're dating my sister

and shit doesn't
just happen.

What you did was wrong

and I need
to understand you.

How could you do something
like that?

You came on to me.

Josh...

With the questions
and the hugs,

and "Oh, Josh, wish
we'd done this sooner."

I was just being
friendly.

No, more like you were
drunk and horny

and now you're trying
to blame me.

Okay,
but you're the slut

who tried to get it on
with her sister's boyfriend.

If you don't back off,
that's what I'll tell Sam.

And who do you think
she's gonna believe, huh?

Me, that's who.

And I'll make sure
she hates you forever.

(Stunned gasp)

Uh...

I can't work with him.
I can't work with that guy.

I can't.
I-I tried,

I took a risk,
I tried to connect with him,

but it's just,
it's the same crap.

Nevertheless,
Josh is your patient.

He is toxic,
right to the core.

Just toxic.

So, what're you
trying to say?

I think that it's time
for me to move on

to a new patient.

And that's what
you want?

Yeah,
that's what I want.

Then it's done.

Okay.

(Keys jingle)

Erica:
Phew...

Hey, that was fast.

Erica:
Not really. Heh.

I just spent the last
two days in Florida

and I'm wiped.

In Florida, eh?

Cavorting with movie stars
on South Beach, were ya?

(Laughs)

No, no, no. This is 1998,
Fort Lauderdale.

Old people and speedos
do not mix.

- Ouch.
- Yeah.

So?
How was your first case?

Pretty bad...
Since I quit.

I mean, not training,

just...
just being his doctor.

You quit?

Yeah, you know what?

It just, you know,
it wasn't gonna work out.

After one session?

Of course it wasn't gonna
work out right away.

No, at all.
I mean...

I mean,
you said it yourself.

Josh, he is messed up.

You think me and Dr. Tom
hit it off

when I first started
therapy?

I battled him
every step of the way,

and I was no cocky
investment banker like Josh.

I broke bones
for a living.

Did Dr. Tom give up
on me?

No. But you know what?
It's just, it's not the same.

Yeah, it is.

You're a doctor now.

- In training.
- In training,

who just quit on her
very first patient.

(Sighs)

Ah, dammit!

Ugh! It's just...

It's really hard
and...

And. And I have no idea
what it's like,

so I shouldn't comment.

No.
No, hey, that's...

Look, that is...

That's not what I meant
at all.

All I can say
is don't give up.

Dr. Tom gave you Josh
for a reason.

Mm.

Anyway,
I should get going.

I've got an early start
tomorrow.

I'll come by
tomorrow night, okay?

Okay.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Adam:
Good night.

Erica:
Good night.

(Groans and sighs)
Okay.

(Takes a deep calming breath)

Have a seat.

I wanna try again.

Okay.

Well...

Then I think that we should
start at the beginning.

Okay.

You are your patient.

See, that's the problem,
Dr. Tom,

because I don't understand
what that means.

Because I'm not...
at all.

I'm nothing like him.

You know you say that
repeatedly, right?

(Takes a deep breath)

I would never act
the way that he does.

Ever.

Every time I try to reach out
and connect with him,

every time I open myself up
to him,

he either shuts down
or attacks me.

And you would never do
something like that--

Shut someone down
when they're opening up to you.

No. Of course I wouldn't.

Really?

So you are totally innocent
when it comes to Josh?

(Low hum of chatter)

Uh...

Where are we?

Well, you're over there
with Josh.

Erica: This is the night
of the blackout.

What're we doing here?

Dr. Tom: Well, this was
an important night

for you and Josh.

It was the first time
that he opened up to you

and let you know
how he felt.

Watch and listen
to your reaction.

Josh:
You know how I met Sam?

Grade nine.

I switched lockers
so I could to meet her.

Erica:
Why?

Josh: Strategy. 'Cause I was...

I liked this other girl
that she was with

and she and Sam
were really close.

Okay.
So you used her.

Yup. To get to the girl
I liked.

But just...
It didn't work.

You know,
and she's a great girl.

My parents liked her,
my friends liked her,

I liked her.

I just didn't love her.

What?!

Josh:
And Sam could sense it.

She can tell
my heart's not in it.

See, that's the thing.

From the beginning,
my heart has always wanted...

Don't...

Erica...

No, okay? No.
Just stop talking.

I don't want to hear it,
okay?

I gotta go find Sam
and uh..

Shit.

Y-you do not tell Sam
ever.

I won't.

- Ever!
- I won't.

(Shaky breaths,
on the verge of tears)

(Crying)

(Whoosh)

Dr. Tom:
Josh exposes himself to you,

he shares his feelings,

is vulnerable in a way
that's excruciating,

and you?

You shut him down,

you shut him up.

I never meant
to hurt him.

I didn't...

And I certainly
didn't do it on purpose.

And when Josh hurts people,
he does it on purpose.

And that's the distinction,
is it? Really?

That Josh, he does it,
it's on purpose,

but when you do it--
by accident, right?

Yes.

In Florida,
when he kissed you...

No, that was completely
different,

and he deserved
to be told off.

He was dating my sister.

Uh, Erica,

I think you're missing
the point.

(Exhales calmly)

Which is?

Which is
you place Josh down here

and you place yourself
up here,

and you say,
that is not me.

I could never be
like that.

You know,
that person is other...

is undeserving...
a monster.

It's an old story.

It's how wars begin,

it's how people
turn on each other.

And, you know,
it starts so simply too.

I am not you.

I am nothing like you.

And it is, each time,
a lie.

Because underneath
all the layers of,

of fear
and the protection,

we are, at our core,
the same.

We have the same needs,

and we carry with us
the same capacity for good

and evil.

You are your patient.

Dr. Tom:
You are your patient.

You are every patient
you will ever have

and every person
you will ever meet.

And until
you acknowledge that

you have the capacity

not just for kindness
and compassion,

but also for heartlessness
and cruelty...

Until you acknowledge that,

you will never be able
to start from here.

You'll never be able
to help Josh.

(Whispers)
Yeah.

I expect the final round of bids
at five o'clock on Friday,

otherwise you're out
of the process, okay?

(Repeated knocking
at the door)

Hi... again.

Erica,
I told you last night,

tell Sam
to get her lawyer.

Look, uh, Josh,
I'm not here about Sam.

I'm here, um,
to talk about us.

I got a lot of work to do,
so...

I'll make this quick.

I'm just having trouble

figuring out
where to start.

It was hard enough
to make myself come here.

Look, I don't know
what this is about.

This is about the fact that,
for a long time, Josh,

I, uh...

I thought I was better
than you.

That's how I acted,
that's how I treated you,

and I'm sorry.

You came all the way here
to tell me that you're sorry

that you thought
you were better than me?

I came here to tell you
that I'm sorry

for the times
that I hurt you.

Yeah, you hurt me,
Erica.

I cried myself to sleep
every night.

Jesus.

You wanna make things
right?

Then spare me
the big drama, okay?

'Cause drama's the last thing
I need right now.

So... I think
you should leave.

Erica:
(Takes a deep breath)

Um...

Fine,
you can watch me work.

And once you get bored enough,
you can let yourself out.

Uh...

I treated you
the way that I treated you

because I wanted
to put distance between us.

Because I couldn't
deal with you...

With the way...

With what I felt
from you.

Because I always felt it,
Josh,

even before you told me.

Why are you bringing
this up?

Because this thing
between us that...

that we can't talk about,

that we've never
talked about?

It's affected
our entire relationship.

I'm divorcing Sam,
not you, Erica, okay?

So you don't have to worry
about our relationship.

(Inhales deeply)

When you kissed me
in Florida...

Erica!

Erica: I couldn't deal
with your emotions--

I didn't want to.

So, instead,
I treated you like a monster.

But you're not.
You were just...

you were trapped inside
of something

that you couldn't find
your way out of,

and I know what that is like

because I spent years
trapped inside my own life.

What do you want me
to say?

Whatever you want to say.

I don't want to say
anything to you.

(Sighs)

(Sighs heavily)

Fine.

It was awful, okay?

It sucked.

I was the loser creep
who wanted his sister-in-law.

Does that make you
feel better?

No.

(Whispered)
Dunno...

Does it make you
feel better to know

that I have felt
like a loser

ever since high school?

(Laughs) I find that
hard to believe.

Really? I couldn't sustain
a relationship,

I couldn't figure out
a career.

I spent years feeling

like there was something
wrong with me

and... and like it would
never get better

and I would never
be happy...

And I am not pretending
to know

what it's like to be you,
Josh,

but... I see things
differently now.

I see you differently now
and...

There are a lot of ways

in which
we're sorta similar.

Anyway, thank you
for hearing me out.

Erica?

Yeah?

Do you, uh,
still feel trapped?

No.

What changed?

I did.

I spent years
holding onto regrets

and wishing that I would've
done things differently

and... once I let that go,

things got a lot better.

♪ Tear and fears
and feeling proud ♪

♪ to say I love you
right out loud. ♪

♪ Dreams and schemes
and circus crowds ♪

♪ I've looked at life... ♪.

Erica: Have you ever felt
at home in a crowd?

Like you were part
of something bigger

and you felt this amazing
energy that happens

when people come together?

How, despite the superficial
differences,

you know that deep down
we're all the same?

We have the same
secret needs

and the same wild dreams.

We walk around thinking
our secret pain,

our secret joy
is so unique,

when really,

we all just want
the same things:

To be happy,
to be safe,

to be loved.

♪ I've looked at love
from both sides now ♪

♪ from give and take ♪

♪ and still somehow ♪

♪ it's love's illusions
I recall ♪

♪ I really don't know love. ♪

♪ At all. ♪