In Treatment (2008–2010): Season 1, Episode 27 - Alex: Week Six - full transcript
After apologizing for crossing a boundary, Paul tries to decipher the meaning of one of Alex's recent dreams.
I got a choice.
Either I accept your superiority,
as if you're some kind of god,
or I use my intelligence
and do a little investigating.
Yeah, you'd be real surprised
the kind of information you find out
from a few phone calls.
I found a hell of a god,
a god whose wife
is sleeping around behind his back,
whose daughter is fucking junkies.
And then Laura comes along
and you fall in love
with that crazy slut.
Don't you fucking talk
about my patients, you fuck!
Gosh, you never get the mail.
Yet today,
30 seconds after it arrives,
you're sprinting down to the curb.
What on earth
could you be expecting?
A love letter maybe?
- I saw her, Paul.
- Who?
Who?
Laura. I saw her.
What do you mean "you saw her"?
I was taking out the trash
and I saw her leaving.
I thought you said she quit therapy.
- She did quit.
- Then what the hell was she doing here?
Her father's in the hospital
and she called me and asked me
if she could come in.
What should I have said, Kate?
"I'm sorry about this crisis
with your father,
"but I've told my wife
you've quit therapy."
No, you should have told me
that she came back.
It wasn't a social call.
If you wanted to find out
what was going on,
all you had to do was ask me, Kate.
Don't you dare turn this around on me.
What, you think you deserve her,
you've earned her,
because of what I did to you?
For Christ's sake.
Well, lucky you.
Saved by the bell yet again.
Subtitles: Benj!
I'm glad you came back.
I went against all my instincts.
Come on in.
So what were your instincts?
You want the truth?
The first was to come back here
and beat the shit out of you.
And the second one?
The second one was an instinct
that I learned in the...
In the Navy.
It's a survival tactic we teach:
To think like the enemy.
I'm trying to understand
why you're all so afraid of me.
When you say "all,"
Who would you be referring to?
You and the rest of the world.
Listen. I realize I threaten you...
And that's where
your aggression comes from.
So in what way
do you threaten us, you think?
You consider me a murderer.
The last couple of weeks
I've been trying to figure out...
When people look in my eyes,
look at my hands,
can they tell
that I've killed 42 people
In the past 20 years?
That's 42 human beings.
You can't hide something
like that, right?
There's something about me...
They've gotta see that.
And it scares them.
So do you think
that there is something about you,
xomething obvious that people see?
You probably wanted to strangle me
the first time
I walked through that door.
In the last session,
you finally got a chance
to show your hatred
for people like me.
I think maybe
that's how you see yourself, Alex.
Maybe that's why you pushed me
to such a violent place.
So that I'd treat you the way that
- You think you should be treated.
- Let me remind you, you attacked me.
So what did you feel
When I attacked you?
What did I feel?
A slight tremor in the wing.
That's it.
So no big deal.
No big deal.
But, alex,
I pushed you against the bookcase.
I threw coffee in your face.
I'm just curious.
What happened in your body?
- What was going through your head?
- Hold on. I just realized something.
You haven't apologized yet.
Before anything else,
you're supposed to say
"I apologize. I'm sorry.
It'll never happen again."
I've been here five minutes,
and I got nothing from you.
You're right.
You're absolutely right.
I apologize.
It should not have happened.
But... I felt
very offended by what you said.
Offended?
No.
That's not part of the deal.
No, I can say whatever
the hell I want in here.
That's the point of going to a shrink.
You want me to censor every sentence
or keep wondering
if what I say might hurt you?
It's still like a relationship, alex.
There are boundaries.
I felt
that you were out to hurt me.
And I... was
very hurt.
What offended you so much?
It was all true, wasn't it?
Well, you invaded my privacy.
You talked about the people I love,
And you spoke
about them with contempt
and with what I felt was
deliberate cruelty.
So I guess my therapy is over...
- Now, right?
- That's not what I said, alex.
No, but it's what you think.
You're tired of taking the shit
I give you all the time
And actually, I don't blame you.
If I were you, i'd have gotten rid of me
a long time ago.
So is that why you say those things?
In the hopes that I would... What?
Run away, kick you out?
It's not gonna happen, Alex.
You guys really do live in a bubble.
You live in this world, you don't...
It's all theories.
You don't engage. You...
What?
Finish that thought.
What were you going to say?
No, I just remembered
this dream I had.
I was on the ground,
and I was driving this little car
on the Iraqi international
airport highway.
They call it
"the highway to hell."
And all of a sudden
I'm in Baghdad
in this traffic jam.
Above my head
I see this enemy plane.
It's a Czech mig.
I'm not sure what it is exactly,
but this mig is being followed
by one of our jets, an f-16.
Everyone's looking up, watching.
And I say to myself,
"Why isn't he shooting?
"Why doesn't he blow him
out of the sky?"
Now maybe he's afraid all the debris
will fall on the people below,
But I know in the dream
the orders are to take that fucker down.
So they're flying real close like this
and maneuvering,
And our guy doesn't launch.
And the enemy plane is getting away
and it's driving me crazy.
I mean, shit, he's on his way
to our base camp.
All the people on the ground below,
They're waitg for him to take
the mig down, and they're bloodthirsty.
And it doesn't happen.
They just fly away.
And that's it.
Do you think you would have done
better if you'd been up there?
Shit.
Any pilot worth his salt
would have blown that asshole
to kingdom come.
And who is the pilot?
Maybe it's me. I don't know.
You're the one who can't shoot?
Why not?
I don't know.
Maybe because the other guy,
the other pilot,
Is not that dangerous.
I knew that.
He's only...
What? He's only what?
Who's sitting in the plane?
Who's sitting in the enemy plane that
you refuse to shoot down?
I don't know who's there. I don't know.
- Who is the enemy, alex?
- Hey, stop, man.
Jeez, when you want
to pressure, you pressure.
I don't know.
Who's my enemy? You?
- Is that how it feels?
- No, it's not you. You're not there.
Maybe it's my father.
What?
What? You know the answer,
but you don't wanna...
- You want me to come up with it.
- No, it's just a dream.
I'm just helping you to look at it.
That's all.
Okay, well, then you must have some
chart or something around here
telling you what every part of
a dream represents in reality.
No, not really.
Sometimes a number of images
can represent the same thing.
So it's me?
That's what you're saying, right?
That I was the enemy pilot?
I'm my own enemy?
Look, it's not clear actually
that he's even an enemy.
It's not that he doesn't have
identification marks on the plane.
I'm just not familiar with it.
I don't know for sure.
But he is trying
to get away from you.
What do you think of this guy,
This pilot, this fleeing pilot?
I think he's a fucking coward.
- Oh, yeah. What else?
- He's not a man.
He's running away like a pussy
instead of turning around,
standing his ground
and fighting.
I'm dying to come up
to that pitiful fucker
and shove an air-to-air missile
up his rear burner.
What're you thinking?
Just say it.
You think I'm a faggot?
That would go right along
with all my father's theories.
Only girls and fags
see a shrink.
So what if i'm a fag?
You said it very clearly before.
Did i?
Well, maybe you didn't say it,
but you've been leading me there.
I have?
You're dying to say
it's a homosexual dream.
I'm tailing him.
I see fire coming out
of his back burner.
I'm wanna shove my...
It all fits, doesn't it?
Even daniel never suspected it.
That could explain a lot of things.
What things?
Laura, for instance.
That lousy fuck
we had the first time.
And Michaela.
The fact that i'm suddenly
not attracted to her anymore.
We saw each other
this week at a restaurant,
and she wants me to come back home
and thought it'd be better If we...
talked to each other in person.
She was driving hard, man,
Just on a mission,
just on the attack.
She wanted us to start off
by getting a room asap.
There's that hotel above the restaurant.
I said I couldn't.
I couldn't.
I told her I had somewhere to be,
That we would do it
another time.
You know, I really did have
something else to do that night.
I was supposed to go
with daniel and his...
his partner Sean to a party.
You understand this amazing woman
wants to fuck the shit out of me
in a 5-star hotel and instead I'm going
to Georgetown with these two fags.
Do you understand that?
And why do you think
you'd rather spend time with them?
Everything's a joke with them.
I don't know if you're familiar
with their world, but their humor
is in seeing everything from the outside
like they're not a part of it,
Like...
Like they're above it.
And by "they,"
you mean homosexuals?
Yeah, especially Sean's crowd.
I mean, he's genuinely queer.
He's not the kind that's
in conflict with himself
I mean, he's... This...
Sean is immune to tension,
He's happy.
He's happy all the time.
He just has no subconscious.
Everything is right out in the open.
Is that something that...
Is that something that you envy?
They don't pressure me.
They give you shit
to provoke you,
and they love that shit, but...
You know, Sean asked me,
"Why do you always desperately
"try to please everybody all the time?
"God and country... Everybody?"
But it's bullshit. With them,
they don't care. They really don't care.
They don't demand of me
to be anything... extra.
That night we got home
about 4:00 a.m.,
And daniel went to the bedroom,
Sean and I stayed out in the livin room.
He got a dvd, some gay porn thing.
Look, I don't know
if he was trying to provoke me or what.
He even suggested afterwards
that i'd be ready for bed.
He said it jokingly,
but he wasn't playing.
He told me once,
"I didn't know the meaning of life
"until I got fucked in the ass."
I once read that, psychologically,
water symbolizes emotions.
I wonder what your collection
of boats says about you.
I don't know. Maybe that
i'm an emotional wreck.
Maybe you want to go out to sea,
But you don't.
You mean that i want to express
my feelings, but I can't.
My father's a lifetime democrat,
A war protester.
And I knew that
if I joined the navy,
It would piss him off.
So fuck it,
I went R.O.T.C. in high school,
and then i got my wings.
He couldn't tell me shit.
I remember the first time
you were here. You said that...
That you didn't chose to be a pilot,
that life chose it for you.
- Yeah.
- But I don't know about that.
I think maybe you did
choose that path,
And that you did it
to defy your father.
He wanted me to be hard.
There's nothing harder
than a topgun grad.
Yeah, but, that's still
a reaction to him.
It's not your desire.
I don't think you're in touch
with what you really want.
What I really want?
What are you saying?
What I really wanted was
to be something else?
Gay?
Have you ever been attracted
to men, alex?
Ever had a sexual fantasy
about a man?
I have never, no.
So when you say the word gay,
what do you mean by that?
I don't know.
Don't take me there, man.
This, saying what you think
all the time... That's gay.
Those guys, they have no filters.
What else?
Talking about your feelings
all the time.
So what you do here, for example,
the way you interact with me,
Your father said... He said
that anybody who goes to a shrink
is a... is a fag.
How did you get on with your dad
when you were a kid?
I remember as a kid
my father taking me to a church.
This was the riverside church
up in Harlem.
And back in those days,
i lived kind of a double life.
During the week, i went
to this all-boys private school.
It was elite,
the finest teachers. It was...
The best, right?
Right.
It was also a totally
sheltered environment.
So on the weekend, my dad
would take me to all these
real rough ghetto areas,
to places where he volunteered
his time and money.
He wanted to make sure
that I knew how lucky I was
to live my little soft,
cushy life.
I dreaded those fucking
weekends, hated them.
It's like he was always
trying to test me.
Anyway, the riverside church had this
athletic program that my dad supported.
He needed to talk to the guy
that ran the place, so they told me,
"You wait outside,
shoot some baskets."
So it's early
and the courts are deserted.
And it's a bad area,
But long story short, this kid comes up.
He's about...
I don't know... He's 14.
And he beat the hell out of me.
He kicked me in the head
a few times.
He had this box cutter,
I thought he was gonna slice my face.
But he wound up taking
some little bullshit chain I had and...
my sneakers... He took my sneakers,
took my socks, and...
even took this little
half-full pack of chewing gum.
And...
I went upstairs
and my dad sees me, and
he sees I just got my ass kicked,
That I got no sneakers, no socks.
And I started to tell him what happened.
And I started crying.
So my dad...
slapped the shit out of me...
Sounded like a whip crack.
And he made me walk
around barefoot
for the whole rest of the day
just to teach me a lesson.
What age were you?
11.
The next weekend,
he took me to a gym
to meet up with this guy named tom.
And tom said that there are
two types of martial arts.
"One is the kind that's a physical
and spiritual discipline,
"a way of life. The second type
"is where you learn to fight,
"And this here is a fighting gym.
"You got a problem with that?"
I didn't have a problem with it,
'cause I didn't want anybody
to ever put their hands on me
like that ever again.
So I came four days
a week after school,
and I learned,
and I learned fast.
And the next time
some kid picked on me,
I beat his face to a pulp.
You couldn't even recognize him.
'Cause, see, fear is like fire.
If you master it, then it can heat
your house, cook your food,
But if it gets the best of you,
it can burn you. It can destroy you.
You control your fear...
You control your fear,
you control your life.
Excuse me.
Are you allright?
Yeah, I don't think I can do this.
Do what?
This therapy, I..
It...
That's just it's too much for me.
I think I need a break of...
A few weeks or months.
Just don't think
it's leading anywhere, that's all.
It's not leading anywhere.
Where do you want it to lead, Alex?
Someplace where I feel
less shitty about myself.
So at least where I could find
some balance in my life.
Some place sane.
I miss flying.
Somehow everything
is just much simpler up there.
I can focus on something. The only thing
you have to think about is the mission.
It's quiet.
Is it possible to get that feeling
on the ground, do you think?
I don't know.
You know, I got a call
from my wing commander, he's...
He is * to know how I'm doing.
He's *, he's trying to figure out
if I'm ready.
For active duty.
You know, he said, "It's all sorts
of tests, Alex, it's a long process."
Do you think
you're ready for that, Alex?
What do you think?
I don't think you're ready.
Maybe I can discuss it
with Michaela.
I don't think Sean and Daniel
would be much help, 'cause they...
Gays don't really understand military.
Or vice versa.
Alex, these feelings
and memories that you have
about your father,
I think
this is really something we should...
we should come back to.
I might actually have to go
in over the next few weeks,
some days for some meetings and...
So I keep you posted
if I can't come newt week.
Sure.
Thanks.
Either I accept your superiority,
as if you're some kind of god,
or I use my intelligence
and do a little investigating.
Yeah, you'd be real surprised
the kind of information you find out
from a few phone calls.
I found a hell of a god,
a god whose wife
is sleeping around behind his back,
whose daughter is fucking junkies.
And then Laura comes along
and you fall in love
with that crazy slut.
Don't you fucking talk
about my patients, you fuck!
Gosh, you never get the mail.
Yet today,
30 seconds after it arrives,
you're sprinting down to the curb.
What on earth
could you be expecting?
A love letter maybe?
- I saw her, Paul.
- Who?
Who?
Laura. I saw her.
What do you mean "you saw her"?
I was taking out the trash
and I saw her leaving.
I thought you said she quit therapy.
- She did quit.
- Then what the hell was she doing here?
Her father's in the hospital
and she called me and asked me
if she could come in.
What should I have said, Kate?
"I'm sorry about this crisis
with your father,
"but I've told my wife
you've quit therapy."
No, you should have told me
that she came back.
It wasn't a social call.
If you wanted to find out
what was going on,
all you had to do was ask me, Kate.
Don't you dare turn this around on me.
What, you think you deserve her,
you've earned her,
because of what I did to you?
For Christ's sake.
Well, lucky you.
Saved by the bell yet again.
Subtitles: Benj!
I'm glad you came back.
I went against all my instincts.
Come on in.
So what were your instincts?
You want the truth?
The first was to come back here
and beat the shit out of you.
And the second one?
The second one was an instinct
that I learned in the...
In the Navy.
It's a survival tactic we teach:
To think like the enemy.
I'm trying to understand
why you're all so afraid of me.
When you say "all,"
Who would you be referring to?
You and the rest of the world.
Listen. I realize I threaten you...
And that's where
your aggression comes from.
So in what way
do you threaten us, you think?
You consider me a murderer.
The last couple of weeks
I've been trying to figure out...
When people look in my eyes,
look at my hands,
can they tell
that I've killed 42 people
In the past 20 years?
That's 42 human beings.
You can't hide something
like that, right?
There's something about me...
They've gotta see that.
And it scares them.
So do you think
that there is something about you,
xomething obvious that people see?
You probably wanted to strangle me
the first time
I walked through that door.
In the last session,
you finally got a chance
to show your hatred
for people like me.
I think maybe
that's how you see yourself, Alex.
Maybe that's why you pushed me
to such a violent place.
So that I'd treat you the way that
- You think you should be treated.
- Let me remind you, you attacked me.
So what did you feel
When I attacked you?
What did I feel?
A slight tremor in the wing.
That's it.
So no big deal.
No big deal.
But, alex,
I pushed you against the bookcase.
I threw coffee in your face.
I'm just curious.
What happened in your body?
- What was going through your head?
- Hold on. I just realized something.
You haven't apologized yet.
Before anything else,
you're supposed to say
"I apologize. I'm sorry.
It'll never happen again."
I've been here five minutes,
and I got nothing from you.
You're right.
You're absolutely right.
I apologize.
It should not have happened.
But... I felt
very offended by what you said.
Offended?
No.
That's not part of the deal.
No, I can say whatever
the hell I want in here.
That's the point of going to a shrink.
You want me to censor every sentence
or keep wondering
if what I say might hurt you?
It's still like a relationship, alex.
There are boundaries.
I felt
that you were out to hurt me.
And I... was
very hurt.
What offended you so much?
It was all true, wasn't it?
Well, you invaded my privacy.
You talked about the people I love,
And you spoke
about them with contempt
and with what I felt was
deliberate cruelty.
So I guess my therapy is over...
- Now, right?
- That's not what I said, alex.
No, but it's what you think.
You're tired of taking the shit
I give you all the time
And actually, I don't blame you.
If I were you, i'd have gotten rid of me
a long time ago.
So is that why you say those things?
In the hopes that I would... What?
Run away, kick you out?
It's not gonna happen, Alex.
You guys really do live in a bubble.
You live in this world, you don't...
It's all theories.
You don't engage. You...
What?
Finish that thought.
What were you going to say?
No, I just remembered
this dream I had.
I was on the ground,
and I was driving this little car
on the Iraqi international
airport highway.
They call it
"the highway to hell."
And all of a sudden
I'm in Baghdad
in this traffic jam.
Above my head
I see this enemy plane.
It's a Czech mig.
I'm not sure what it is exactly,
but this mig is being followed
by one of our jets, an f-16.
Everyone's looking up, watching.
And I say to myself,
"Why isn't he shooting?
"Why doesn't he blow him
out of the sky?"
Now maybe he's afraid all the debris
will fall on the people below,
But I know in the dream
the orders are to take that fucker down.
So they're flying real close like this
and maneuvering,
And our guy doesn't launch.
And the enemy plane is getting away
and it's driving me crazy.
I mean, shit, he's on his way
to our base camp.
All the people on the ground below,
They're waitg for him to take
the mig down, and they're bloodthirsty.
And it doesn't happen.
They just fly away.
And that's it.
Do you think you would have done
better if you'd been up there?
Shit.
Any pilot worth his salt
would have blown that asshole
to kingdom come.
And who is the pilot?
Maybe it's me. I don't know.
You're the one who can't shoot?
Why not?
I don't know.
Maybe because the other guy,
the other pilot,
Is not that dangerous.
I knew that.
He's only...
What? He's only what?
Who's sitting in the plane?
Who's sitting in the enemy plane that
you refuse to shoot down?
I don't know who's there. I don't know.
- Who is the enemy, alex?
- Hey, stop, man.
Jeez, when you want
to pressure, you pressure.
I don't know.
Who's my enemy? You?
- Is that how it feels?
- No, it's not you. You're not there.
Maybe it's my father.
What?
What? You know the answer,
but you don't wanna...
- You want me to come up with it.
- No, it's just a dream.
I'm just helping you to look at it.
That's all.
Okay, well, then you must have some
chart or something around here
telling you what every part of
a dream represents in reality.
No, not really.
Sometimes a number of images
can represent the same thing.
So it's me?
That's what you're saying, right?
That I was the enemy pilot?
I'm my own enemy?
Look, it's not clear actually
that he's even an enemy.
It's not that he doesn't have
identification marks on the plane.
I'm just not familiar with it.
I don't know for sure.
But he is trying
to get away from you.
What do you think of this guy,
This pilot, this fleeing pilot?
I think he's a fucking coward.
- Oh, yeah. What else?
- He's not a man.
He's running away like a pussy
instead of turning around,
standing his ground
and fighting.
I'm dying to come up
to that pitiful fucker
and shove an air-to-air missile
up his rear burner.
What're you thinking?
Just say it.
You think I'm a faggot?
That would go right along
with all my father's theories.
Only girls and fags
see a shrink.
So what if i'm a fag?
You said it very clearly before.
Did i?
Well, maybe you didn't say it,
but you've been leading me there.
I have?
You're dying to say
it's a homosexual dream.
I'm tailing him.
I see fire coming out
of his back burner.
I'm wanna shove my...
It all fits, doesn't it?
Even daniel never suspected it.
That could explain a lot of things.
What things?
Laura, for instance.
That lousy fuck
we had the first time.
And Michaela.
The fact that i'm suddenly
not attracted to her anymore.
We saw each other
this week at a restaurant,
and she wants me to come back home
and thought it'd be better If we...
talked to each other in person.
She was driving hard, man,
Just on a mission,
just on the attack.
She wanted us to start off
by getting a room asap.
There's that hotel above the restaurant.
I said I couldn't.
I couldn't.
I told her I had somewhere to be,
That we would do it
another time.
You know, I really did have
something else to do that night.
I was supposed to go
with daniel and his...
his partner Sean to a party.
You understand this amazing woman
wants to fuck the shit out of me
in a 5-star hotel and instead I'm going
to Georgetown with these two fags.
Do you understand that?
And why do you think
you'd rather spend time with them?
Everything's a joke with them.
I don't know if you're familiar
with their world, but their humor
is in seeing everything from the outside
like they're not a part of it,
Like...
Like they're above it.
And by "they,"
you mean homosexuals?
Yeah, especially Sean's crowd.
I mean, he's genuinely queer.
He's not the kind that's
in conflict with himself
I mean, he's... This...
Sean is immune to tension,
He's happy.
He's happy all the time.
He just has no subconscious.
Everything is right out in the open.
Is that something that...
Is that something that you envy?
They don't pressure me.
They give you shit
to provoke you,
and they love that shit, but...
You know, Sean asked me,
"Why do you always desperately
"try to please everybody all the time?
"God and country... Everybody?"
But it's bullshit. With them,
they don't care. They really don't care.
They don't demand of me
to be anything... extra.
That night we got home
about 4:00 a.m.,
And daniel went to the bedroom,
Sean and I stayed out in the livin room.
He got a dvd, some gay porn thing.
Look, I don't know
if he was trying to provoke me or what.
He even suggested afterwards
that i'd be ready for bed.
He said it jokingly,
but he wasn't playing.
He told me once,
"I didn't know the meaning of life
"until I got fucked in the ass."
I once read that, psychologically,
water symbolizes emotions.
I wonder what your collection
of boats says about you.
I don't know. Maybe that
i'm an emotional wreck.
Maybe you want to go out to sea,
But you don't.
You mean that i want to express
my feelings, but I can't.
My father's a lifetime democrat,
A war protester.
And I knew that
if I joined the navy,
It would piss him off.
So fuck it,
I went R.O.T.C. in high school,
and then i got my wings.
He couldn't tell me shit.
I remember the first time
you were here. You said that...
That you didn't chose to be a pilot,
that life chose it for you.
- Yeah.
- But I don't know about that.
I think maybe you did
choose that path,
And that you did it
to defy your father.
He wanted me to be hard.
There's nothing harder
than a topgun grad.
Yeah, but, that's still
a reaction to him.
It's not your desire.
I don't think you're in touch
with what you really want.
What I really want?
What are you saying?
What I really wanted was
to be something else?
Gay?
Have you ever been attracted
to men, alex?
Ever had a sexual fantasy
about a man?
I have never, no.
So when you say the word gay,
what do you mean by that?
I don't know.
Don't take me there, man.
This, saying what you think
all the time... That's gay.
Those guys, they have no filters.
What else?
Talking about your feelings
all the time.
So what you do here, for example,
the way you interact with me,
Your father said... He said
that anybody who goes to a shrink
is a... is a fag.
How did you get on with your dad
when you were a kid?
I remember as a kid
my father taking me to a church.
This was the riverside church
up in Harlem.
And back in those days,
i lived kind of a double life.
During the week, i went
to this all-boys private school.
It was elite,
the finest teachers. It was...
The best, right?
Right.
It was also a totally
sheltered environment.
So on the weekend, my dad
would take me to all these
real rough ghetto areas,
to places where he volunteered
his time and money.
He wanted to make sure
that I knew how lucky I was
to live my little soft,
cushy life.
I dreaded those fucking
weekends, hated them.
It's like he was always
trying to test me.
Anyway, the riverside church had this
athletic program that my dad supported.
He needed to talk to the guy
that ran the place, so they told me,
"You wait outside,
shoot some baskets."
So it's early
and the courts are deserted.
And it's a bad area,
But long story short, this kid comes up.
He's about...
I don't know... He's 14.
And he beat the hell out of me.
He kicked me in the head
a few times.
He had this box cutter,
I thought he was gonna slice my face.
But he wound up taking
some little bullshit chain I had and...
my sneakers... He took my sneakers,
took my socks, and...
even took this little
half-full pack of chewing gum.
And...
I went upstairs
and my dad sees me, and
he sees I just got my ass kicked,
That I got no sneakers, no socks.
And I started to tell him what happened.
And I started crying.
So my dad...
slapped the shit out of me...
Sounded like a whip crack.
And he made me walk
around barefoot
for the whole rest of the day
just to teach me a lesson.
What age were you?
11.
The next weekend,
he took me to a gym
to meet up with this guy named tom.
And tom said that there are
two types of martial arts.
"One is the kind that's a physical
and spiritual discipline,
"a way of life. The second type
"is where you learn to fight,
"And this here is a fighting gym.
"You got a problem with that?"
I didn't have a problem with it,
'cause I didn't want anybody
to ever put their hands on me
like that ever again.
So I came four days
a week after school,
and I learned,
and I learned fast.
And the next time
some kid picked on me,
I beat his face to a pulp.
You couldn't even recognize him.
'Cause, see, fear is like fire.
If you master it, then it can heat
your house, cook your food,
But if it gets the best of you,
it can burn you. It can destroy you.
You control your fear...
You control your fear,
you control your life.
Excuse me.
Are you allright?
Yeah, I don't think I can do this.
Do what?
This therapy, I..
It...
That's just it's too much for me.
I think I need a break of...
A few weeks or months.
Just don't think
it's leading anywhere, that's all.
It's not leading anywhere.
Where do you want it to lead, Alex?
Someplace where I feel
less shitty about myself.
So at least where I could find
some balance in my life.
Some place sane.
I miss flying.
Somehow everything
is just much simpler up there.
I can focus on something. The only thing
you have to think about is the mission.
It's quiet.
Is it possible to get that feeling
on the ground, do you think?
I don't know.
You know, I got a call
from my wing commander, he's...
He is * to know how I'm doing.
He's *, he's trying to figure out
if I'm ready.
For active duty.
You know, he said, "It's all sorts
of tests, Alex, it's a long process."
Do you think
you're ready for that, Alex?
What do you think?
I don't think you're ready.
Maybe I can discuss it
with Michaela.
I don't think Sean and Daniel
would be much help, 'cause they...
Gays don't really understand military.
Or vice versa.
Alex, these feelings
and memories that you have
about your father,
I think
this is really something we should...
we should come back to.
I might actually have to go
in over the next few weeks,
some days for some meetings and...
So I keep you posted
if I can't come newt week.
Sure.
Thanks.