Love (2016–2018): Season 1, Episode 10 - The End of the Beginning - full transcript

Troubles keep mounting for Gus as he gets to experience life in the writers' room. Meanwhile, a new crisis pushes Mickey to a breaking point.

Here we go.
Walk it out.

That's it. Good.

Jog it.
That's it. Good.

Good.
Here we go, take it back.

- How you feeling, man?
- Great! Yeah.

- Mmm-hmm.
- I mean, there was a moment there

when I wanted to just, like, stop,

but then I fought through the pain
and now I feel, like, reborn.

- Yeah!
- It's good.

God, I'm so glad I forced myself
to get up and come.

I was tempted to just stay in bed today
and say, "Fuck it," you know?



Yeah? Are you tired or...

Nah, nah. Just a mild case
of the bummers, you know?

I just found out my ex-girlfriend

- got engaged to a DJ, so...
- Oh.

Yeah, I know, man. So cool.
I can't compete with that.

Yeah. Yeah.

How about you, though, man?
You got a big day today.

- You nervous or...
- Oh.

No, I'm just, like,
super excited, you know?

I'm just so grateful
Susan's let me into the room

so I can work on the rewrite
of my episode.

- It's cool, man.
- Dude, listen to that, man.

Your episode.

- Yeah.
- Oh!



I feel like you're about to blow up
or something, man.

Oh, I don't know.

I just... I feel good.
It feels great.

- God, man.
- Yeah, yeah.

So cool.
Think about this, man.

You're gonna be walking down red carpets.

Get that hot blonde girl
that you hang out with,

the crazy girl, on your arm.

- Mickey?
- You're gonna be wavin' at flash bulbs.

- Oh, no, no, no, no.
- Yeah!

I think that's over and done with.

E! Entertainment Television's
gonna be judging your outfit.

"Hot or not?
Who wore it best?"

Hollywood stuff, you know?

They'll give you your name
on a star, I heard.

Uh, no, Cookie Crisp
is number one for me,

but it's in my top five, I would say.

- Is that, like, made of cookies?
- Yeah, it's like tiny cookies.

- That does not sound healthy.
- It's cereal.

- Cool.
- Hi.

Hi.

I know you.
You're Gus' friend.

- Yeah, it's... it's Randy, actually.
- If you talk to Gus, could...

Never mind.
That dude hates me.

Why?

I got a little too enthusiastic.
God forbid.

Whatever. That dude's a stud.
He doesn't need me anyway.

- Hey, did you feed the cat?
- No.

That's weird.
The food's still there from last night.

I hope he didn't get out.

Grandpa! Grandpa!

Grandpa! Grandpa!

- Here, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty
- Grandpa.

- Grandpop.
- Grandpa.

- Grampy.
- Goddamn it, Bertie. The cat's gone.

I told you you've got to close the doors.

Oh, I'm so sorry.
I must have forgotten.

I'm sorry.
I can go look for him.

If he's not already
eaten by a coyote.

Oh, my God.
I'm sorry!

Oh.

Might have been my fault.
I left the door open in my room.

- That's it?
- What?

You're not going to say sorry?

"Sorry, I accused you of losing your pet.
That was probably quite hurtful of me."

Fine. Sorry.

Well, no, it's not,
"Fine, sorry."

I feel a bit mistreated, frankly,

and you have no concern for my feelings.
You really don't.

Everything that you're saying right now
is totally valid.

Can you just please not
stand up for yourself today?

I'm just feeling a little bit
overwhelmed right now.

All right, but we should...
We got to talk about it tomorrow.

It's probably all right anyway,
'cause I had the vet put one of those...

chips in him.

Meow, meow. Out of business.

It's out of business?

Oh, you know, 50% of all start-ups
go out of business in the first year.

But that is a cute logo.

I gotta go to work. Ugh.
But I'm gonna leave that door open

and if Grandpa doesn't come back
by tonight,

we'll just make flyers and we'll go
search the neighborhood, okay?

Did you check that washing machine
or the dryer?

There's a possibility that he got stuck
in there and he died already.

What? That's a thing?
Fuck!

- That was too far, I think.
- It does happen.

Dude, dude.
Let me get my set-up right, man.

I don't interrupt your job.
Don't interrupt mine.

G, big man on campus.
First day in the writers' room, huh?

- Yeah. Dude, I am...
- nervous.

Dude, cut it out, man. Cut it out.
You can't act nervous.

- You cannot go in there acting nervous.
- Uh-huh.

They smell it.

- They're wolves in there, man.
- Yeah. Yeah.

My aunt, she can smell fear.

- Good to know. Okay.
- Yeah.

She's very thinning-of-the-herd
type person.

Dude, dude, no, no.

Do not eat cookies.
Don't eat any sugar.

Sugar makes you crash.

You'll look tired
and they'll take it as a sign of weakness.

Dude, here's what you do.

Go apple.
Apple, natural energy,

breaks down over the course of the day

and it doesn't make you shit
all the time.

- Hmm. That's good.
- Just the right times.

- Thank you. Thank you.
- You're welcome, man.

- One more thing, man.
- Uh-huh?

Don't lock up.

- She hates quiet writers.
- Right.

- One other thing.
- Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba.

You're giving me, like,
too much advice now.

It's, like, overload.
I can't get it all.

Okay, you know what I'll do, man?

Instead of yelling it to you,
I'll text it to you.

Okay.

- Hey, this is Gus.
- Leave a message.

Fuck you.

- 'Sup, boo?
- I feel like I'm losing it.

You say that a lot.
You're the girl who cried crazy.

Do you have any weed?
I wanna smoke. I just...

Maybe I need some fresh air.

Oh, normally, I would say
a big yes on that,

but this week I'm trying
something different.

Every time I want to smoke weed,
I'm going to do 15 push-ups.

Every time I wanna masturbate,
I'm gonna do 20 sit-ups.

That way, by the end of the weekend,
I'll be totally ripped

- and I'll get high on self-esteem.
- Fuck.

What do you think?
You want to try that with me?

Maybe Jen has some.
I'm gonna...

I just... I don't, I don't,
I don't...

Let me know when you're ready.

So, uh, I think we should
go ahead and give

all of Pastor Lewis' dialogue here
to Judge Nancy.

- Oh. Okay. Huh.
- What?

Um, just thinkin' out loud.

Do you think we should
change that to Judge Nancy?

'Cause Pastor Lewis is the person
who suggests the burning later, so...

Oh, we're not doing the burning
in this episode. It doesn't work.

- Okay. Wow, big change.
- Yeah.

I mean, it's a good change.

I like it. It's just, uh...
Let me just say, guys,

I'm so glad to be here. Really.
Not to get too mushy,

but it's, like, very important to me,
so...

Very grateful, very grateful.

- Thank you.
- Welcome.

Okay. Let's hear some other ideas

on places where the serial killer
and the witches could face off.

I mean, I feel like we always end up
putting this kind of scene in the library.

Let's just put it in the library, right?

Can we just pretend
to be creative here at least?

Uh... maybe they could face off,
uh, at the... at, like, a quarry?

- A quarry?
- A quarry.

- Quarry?
- Quarry.

- A quarry.
- Quarry.

Yeah, like, one of those, you know...
Like, it could be cool.

You know, like,
the town chases the killer

into the quarry and then, like,

maybe somebody gets, like, behind a crane,
like, holding a bunch of rocks.

And then they, like...
drop the rocks on the guy.

Kill him with... kill him with rocks?

Actually, can I get a hard copy?
I wanna look at something.

Hard copy...

Oh, cool.

- Hmm...
- Um...

Hey...

Susan? Psst.

I'm sorry to bother you. Um...

I noticed, like,
it just has "story by," my name.

- Uh-huh.
- It doesn't say, like, "written by."

- I just... I didn't...
- Yeah?

I didn't know that was happening.

Oh, no, no, no. See, the only thing
we're using from your script

was the fact that the witches get blamed
for a serial killer's murders, so...

- Uh-huh.
- So you get the "story by."

- Oh, okay.
- Yeah, that's still a big deal for you.

Yeah. All right. I just...

This is just a surprise because
I thought it was, like, my episode.

- It is your episode.
- Uh-huh.

- And it's our episode.
- It's my episode, too.

- Yeah, it's... See? Ali.
- Oh.

- Yeah. Oh, right. There's your name.
- It's Wyatt's episode and Rebecca's.

- Okay, yeah, no.
- That's how it works...

Kind of a surprise,
but it's good to know.

That's how it works.
It's collaborative.

I don't know, Bertie.
I don't think this is gonna work.

Don't worry, Mickey.
We'll find Grandpa.

Um, my cat's missing.
I don't know if you've seen...

Micks, I'm sorry,
but I'm gonna go home.

- I'll meet you back there?
- All right.

I'm just gonna stay out here
for a bit longer.

Excuse me.
Could you not do that to my car?

My cat is missing.
Have you seen it?

- Hey.
- What?

- Is this your cat?
- Yeah.

Wow. Looks like every fucking cat
I've ever seen.

This is useless.

This cat literally
has no distinguishing features.

You might as well have put the word
"cat" on a piece of paper.

Well... okay,
fuckin' what would you do in my situation?

Oh, I don't know.

- Check out the animal shelter?
- Which animal shelter?

Uh, it's a block and a half away,
around the corner.

- Oh.
- That's the first thing

- you should've done.
- Then I'll go there now.

Thank you very much.

You're very welcome.
Better hurry. It's a kill shelter.

Kill shelter?
What's that mean?

What does it sound like?
Jesus, you're the most clueless

pet owner I've ever known.

No wonder the fucking thing ran away.

- Oh.
- Did you remember to give it a thing

called "cat food"?

Yes, sir, I did.

- Hurry up, they're gonna kill Grandpa.
- Fuck you.

- Run!
- Running, you ass!

Look, he can't just murder people
with a gun, okay? That's fucking boring.

What if the murderer strangles someone?

Because strangling is scary
'cause it's really personal,

'cause you have to, like,
look 'em in the eye when you do it.

Yeah... I know,
but it needs to be bloodier.

Maybe he, like, sets people on fire?

- Uh...
- You know, like... He, like,

lights a match and, like, I don't know,

- I think that could be, like, kind of...
- powerful.

Okay, we don't get many
opportunities to go bloody,

so let's do it.

What if he stabs his victims,
like, with a pen or a writing instrument?

Or a letter opener,
if that were his thing?

Stabbing, slashing...

- Uh-huh.
- Or, uh,

maybe it could be, like, he ties people up

and dumps gasoline on 'em
and sets 'em on fire.

You know, like...

Okay, all right, I get it, I get it.
We get it.

Gus likes fire.
Duly noted.

If we want to make the serial killer
a real threat, then it would help

if we were to... to off
one of our pre-existing characters.

- Interesting. Yeah.
- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.
Nothing grabs people's attention

like just fucking Ned Stark-ing
a character, right?

So, who could we kill?
Uh, maybe Sheriff Buck?

Or Elise?
Uh...

Very excited
by the idea of killing Elise.

Yeah, I guess...
we could kill Heidi's character.

I don't know if that's, like,
the number one idea, but...

Yeah, okay, man.
We get it.

You don't want us
to kill off Heidi's character.

He's having sex with Heidi.

- Who? Him?
- No.

- Really?
- Strongly platonic.

- It's not anything.
- Uh-huh.

I mean, whatever, I don't care.

- You guys... Kill Heidi's character.
- Okay.

Like, that's a really good idea.

- Mmm-hmm.
- Oh.

So that's the one
you're writing down? Okay.

Uh, yeah, I mean, I just think...

If anything, I like it
because it's, you know,

at least we're not killing, you know,
the sheriff

who's, like, a guy and that
doesn't make any sense,

'cause the killer kills women,
so it'd just be, like,

- you know, another plot hole of the show.
- "Another plot hole"?

Well, yeah.

I mean, you guys are aware
there's, like, so many plot holes.

What are the other plot holes?

Like, if witches get their powers
from periods, then, like,

why don't they lose their powers
when they go menopausal?

Right?

Like, there's no way
Grandma Kate still has her powers.

- Fucking...
- Thank you. I'm so sorry.

I just... I had no idea that our show
failed to live up to your standards.

I'm just saying, like,
we're making a good show, but, you know...

- It could be great, right?
- Oh!

That's so... Guys, no, Gus is...
That's a good point.

We've been trying to make a mediocre show,

so now that we hear that,
that's really helpful.

Susan, we should try to make a great show.

- No, I...
- Put that idea... Write that idea down.

- Wyatt, I didn't mean it that...
- I'm doing my best

- to try to...
- No, I just meant, like...

- What, Gus? What?
- You know, The Sopranos

could have just been a show about mob guys

that people forgot,
but they made it, like, a piece of art.

And, like, I feel like we're just kind of

cashing a paycheck here.

So this is, like, my... I'm sorry.
It's just like, I'm passionate about this.

This is my first script and I'm excited,

- so I wanna do something big and...
- What?

Why don't we have, like, a fire?

Like, somebody set on fire.
That's, like, big. Or like, set a...

- Fucking fire.
- ...building on fire or whatever.

Are you typing this?

- Mmm-hmm.
- She knows

which ideas to write down.
Don't worry about that.

Well, I didn't know she was, like,
fuckin' Siskel and Ebert here,

- and judging what ideas are good...
- Gus,

- you need to calm down.
- Thumbs up, thumbs down.

- You're no Siskel. You're no Ebert.
- You're getting upset.

She doesn't have to write
all the ideas down.

Well, no,
but everybody's noticing this, right?

Like, you guys talk and her fingers
move and then I start talking,

and her fingers, like, become, like...
She's, like, paralyzed or something.

It's like, write down my ideas.
Can I just...

- No. No.
- Gus, dude.

- Just let me look.
- What are you doing?

- I just wanna look.
- What are you doing?

- Hands off the computer.
- No, I'm not... Just let me...

- We're done here.
- Let me look.

- Cut it out!
- Just let me look!

- It's my fucking computer!
- God damn it.

- Jesus.
- Okay, hey.

- What the fuck?
- Okay.

It's fine.
And she didn't write it,

- so, you know, I was right.
- Okay, uh, Gus.

- Dude!
- I'm sorry.

That landed harder
than I thought it would.

Gus, outside right now.

Okay, I know that was inappropriate.

- You're fired.
- What?

Yeah. Fired.

Fired how? Like, as the tutor or as,
like, a writer or...

Oh, as a writer, immediately.
As a tutor, your last day is Friday.

So I'm fired,
but then I just have to, like,

stick around for the rest of the week?

Yes. I can't find a replacement
on such short notice.

You fucked this up, Gus.
Not me.

You know what?
Fuck you.

This place is toxic.

Okay.

Hey. Hi, I'm looking for my cat.

- All right, when did it go missing?
- It's not an "it." It's a boy.

It's Grandpa, and it's... I don't know.
It's been, like, a day or two, or...

Oh, no, we haven't had
a cat like that come in here yet.

Well, how do you know?
Maybe you killed it already.

- Excuse me?
- I know what you do.

This is a kill shelter.
You kill cats.

No, ma'am,
this is an open admission shelter.

Without us, there'd be lots of pets
roaming around in the streets,

getting hit by cars and starving to death.

We save thousands of animals every year.

Yeah, well, how many
do you put in the incinerator?

We don't have an incinerator.

- We don't even...
- Well, you must kill 'em somehow!

- No...
- You must burn 'em, right?

How do you get rid
of all their little bodies?

Where do you put 'em all
after you kill 'em?

Do you bury them in a pit back there?

No, we don't... We don't burn them.
We don't have an incinerator.

- We don't even have Wi-Fi.
- Then how do you kill 'em?

- We don't kill them. Well...
- Yes, you do kill them!

Yes, uh, once in a while... Sometime...
Look, we're just a charity, all right?

And we only exist because people like you
lose their pets all the time.

I'm taking care of 85 animals
by myself right now

because you can't take care of one.

Am I a horrible person?

Compared to me, yes.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- You okay?
- No, I just got fired.

- What?
- You should be happy.

You don't have to deal with me
anymore, right?

- What happened?
- Hey, you wouldn't understand, all right?

- It's, like, a grown-up thing.
- Yeah, I would. Just tell me.

I stood up for myself
and the integrity of myself as an artist,

and Susan Cheryl,
who's a fucking hack

and a fucking asshole,
couldn't deal with it.

Okay? So that's what happened to me.

She has a lot of insecurities.
When she gets triggered, she lashes out.

She'll change her mind, I promise.

Oh, my God. No, she won't, Arya.
She's not gonna change her mind.

Yes, she will.
We're a family.

Arya, I don't know how to say this,
but we are not a family, okay?

This, everything here, is a business.

So as soon as the ratings go down,
or the show gets canceled,

everybody's goin'
their separate ways, okay?

Nobody's staying together.
Nobody's emailing or texting, okay?

Nobody's friends here.
Nobody loves each other here, okay?

- So you're just leaving?
- Friday's my last day, Arya.

We'll still be friends, right?

You know, I don't think so.
I don't think so.

- Why not?
- Because you're 12 years old, Arya,

and I'm 31 years old.

A grown adult man doesn't just,
you know,

go out, hangin' with a young,
pre-pubescent girl, okay?

I'm not Woody Allen, all right?
I don't hang out with people

who are one-sixteenth my age, okay?

I'm not your teacher anymore,
so I can't be your friend.

Ooh, excuse me.
One sec, guys.

Dead man walkin'.

When he gets in there, say,
"Dead man walkin'."

Come on, let's go, people.

Okay, ladies and gentlemen,
we have a live flame coming.

That means I need everyone to stay three,
three feet away from the pentagram.

Thank you.
Let's go ahead and cue the flame, please.

All right, rolling rolling.

- Settle.
- Let's settle, people.

And... action!

Fear not the dead, dear cousin.

They bring us secrets
from the world beyond.

Why the fuck
isn't she saying anything?

The line is, "But are you sure
we have the power to control them?"

I know the goddamn line.

Yeah, cut, cut.
The timing's off anyway. Jesus.

I need to speak with you.

Gus, too. Now.

Uh...

- You're in huge trouble.
- I'm already fired.

Copy that, standing by.

I'm not working until you re-hire Gus.

I'm sorry, but I can't do that.

He's my tutor!
He's responsible for my education.

He's been acting out and misbehaving
in ways that we cannot allow.

Well, that's because
you made him a writer.

Why did you do that?

Every time he makes a comment
on the show, it's completely wrong!

He just doesn't understand
the campy quality of the show.

I agree, Arya. But it's not
your decision, okay? It's done.

If he's not here on Monday,
I'm not going into makeup.

Yes, you are
because you are under contract.

I'm 12.
My contract means shit.

It actually does mean shit, okay?

Because if you quit here,

you won't be able to work
anywhere else for two years.

I don't wanna work here.
I don't wanna work anywhere.

I just wanna raise show dogs.

Copy that.
Susan, we are fighting the clock big time.

Fine. Fine. Okay? Gus can stay on.
Okay? Are you happy?

Thank you.

Fuckin' Gus, man.

Way to get a child
to fight your battles for you.

- Hey, I didn't ask her...
- You're a cunt, man.

I'm a cunt?
I... I didn't ask her to do this.

Shut the fuck up, guys.
Let's go.

And settle.

And...

action!

"Our fantasies or the objects
of our sexual obsession

often render us immobile."

Boy, don't I know that.

So, okay, my bottom.

I guess it was when my boss
put his hand on my thigh,

which I interpreted as,
"Let's get married."

My qualifier is my cousin.

We always had this little flirty thing
since we were kids, but, you know,

we'd never act on it... until we did.

We had sex
the night before his wedding.

And he's not, like, my fifth cousin.
He's my first cousin.

I know that's fucked up. Sorry.

- Hi. Waverly, love and sex addict.
- Hi, Waverly.

I was fat and ugly in high school.

I'm not being hard on myself, trust me.

I wore sweatpants every day
because that is all I could fit into.

I knew I wanted a divorce
three years before I asked her for one.

What can I say?
I was scared.

I... don't wanna die alone.

All I wanted my whole life
was to find a man who would love me,

because I thought
that was gonna make me happy.

Because at the end of the day,
I was still that 12-year-old girl

who felt like she was gonna die

because she really wanted a boyfriend
and couldn't get one.

Anyway...

tonight I am celebrating
one year as a single woman.

- Great.
- Thank you.

Which is something
I never thought I could do,

nor did I want to.

I spent my whole life trying to avoid
being alone because I was terrified.

But after this experience,
it's like, this rules.

Not only did I not die from loneliness
like I thought I would,

I never even really felt alone,

probably because you guys
were forcing me to hang out with you.

I mean, at least you got
your tutoring job back. That's good.

Yeah, it's just, like, you know,
in the most emasculating way possible.

Having a child save your job,
you know?

It's a little rough.

I don't know, just, like...

I don't know
how much longer I can do this.

Like, I got to go on set now
and, like, face those writers

after I ate shit in front of them.
It's fucking humiliating.

Okay, okay, listen,
you gotta turn this around, okay?

It is not that bad.
We are young, we are sexy, we are healthy.

And we're not in, like, fucking Pakistan,
starving to death, you know?

I try to...

- All right.
- Ooh! It's Susan Cheryl.

- Hold on. Give me a second.
- Oh, okay.

Hi, Susan.
Hi, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I got time.

Oh, my God.

Did I... Did I do something?
Was it me?

Oh, okay.

No, no, it was an honor
working with you, too. I really...

Mmm-hmm. Yeah.

I... I'm sure we will cross paths again.

Okay.

They just killed me off the show.

- What? They did?
- Yeah, they did.

- Oh, God, I'm sorry.
- Bummer.

It's okay.
It's just kind of, like, bad timing,

'cause I... I just signed a lease

for, like, a year
at this really nice apartment,

and, yeah, I turned down this role
in a Liam Neeson movie

because it conflicted
with the Witchita schedules.

Oh, fuck.

I'm gonna get it back.
I'm gonna get it back.

- It's just, um, you know, I gotta...
- Okay.

...talk to all my agents
and all that stuff.

- It's, like, a lot of... Ugh.
- Right. Yeah, yeah.

Yeah. I was just really, like,
counting on that income right now.

- I bet. Ugh, Jesus, I'm so sorry.
- It's okay.

I just want you to know,
in the interest of, like,

full disclosure or whatever,

you know, I was in the room
when that happened,

but I didn't, like...

I wasn't the one who originally...
pitched killing you off or anything.

It's okay, I know that
you don't actually have any say

in what happens with the script, okay?

Oh. Really, like, no say?

I dunno. I'm still getting like,
"story by" and stuff, so... Jesus.

It's not like we're married.
I don't need you, like,

in the room, defending my honor
and protecting my character, okay?

Yeah, I know,
and I don't think we're married.

I never said that we were married.

I'm not saying that's what you said,

- but that's good that you know that...
- Okay.

...because this is just
a set crush, is what this is.

You're aware of that, right?

- Yeah. I mean, I guess I was, always.
- Okay.

Like, clearly this was never about...

two people who actually
care about each other.

Right. Mmm-hmm.

I think that was always
obvious to us both...

And I mean, since I'm not
gonna be on the set

past this fucking week,
then I think that maybe we should just,

- you know...
- Yeah.

- Call it like it is. Right?
- Call it quits. Yeah.

- I get it.
- Okay.

- I feel good about that.
- Me, too.

That seems to be the...
All right, well,

- I'm gonna go then, because...
- Okay.

I'm not trying
to be an asshole, I just...

This is gonna be super
fucking awkward dinner...

- Yeah.
- ...and I don't wanna have to, like,

- deal with it, yeah.
- No, you know what?

I don't wanna stay here.
I'm not staying here.

Well, you... We can't both...
Okay, you go first.

- Thank you.
- All right.

Ah, I guess...

Good luck? Bye?
I don't know, okay.

It's "break a leg."

A leg.

Break a leg?

Look who came back.
It's a miracle.

Aw! Grandpa!

Welcome home,
my precious baby doll.

I can't believe he's all right.

Grampsy, we love you, little boy.

- Aw!
- Do you wanna...

No, I'm just gonna
go sit in my room for a minute.

Nothing. Shit.

Having a party?

No, this is all for me.

- Ah.
- Yeah...

I had a shitty day today, so...

- Comfort food.
- Mmm-hmm. Yeah. Yup.

Just gonna go home
and go into a food coma, you know?

- Oh, isn't that the best?
- I mean, girls do it all the time, right?

Right.
Why can't we?

Exactly, yeah.

Hey, Gus.

I saw your Instagram
and I figured you might come here, so I...

I'm, um... I just wanted to say...

- Jesus, Mickey, come on...
- Just, I just want to apologize to you

'cause I know I fucked
everything up and I'm really sorry

and I haven't been honest with you.

There's a lot of stuff
that I didn't tell you about myself, um...

I'm an addict.

I'm, uh... I'm a drug addict
and I'm an alcoholic

and I'm a sex and love addict and I...

I think I need to just be by myself
for maybe, like, a year

and try and figure this shit out,
but I wanted to say that I'm sorry to you

because you were a great guy
and I really had such a good time with you

and maybe in a year,

if you're willing,

I would love to get
maybe a coffee with you and...