Wilfred (2011–2014): Season 2, Episode 1 - Progress - full transcript

So long, girl next door.

I hope they find my body before
the smell becomes a problem for you.

I completely forgot to make
arrangements for my dog,

and they say that if I leave him
in the house...

Would it be okay if he stayed in your yard
until I get home from work?

- Got any DVDs?
- A few.

I like Matt Damon.

- Jenna's in trouble.
- What's happened?

I'm gonna lose Jenna,
and it's all your fault.

Do whatever it takes!

Wilfred? Wilfred!



Who are you?
There's a stranger in my room!

- Nurse! I don't know you!
- Tell me what to do!

Get out!

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Ryan?

Ryan?

Ryan!

Is Thursday going to happen?

Thursday?

Yes, Thursday.

Is Thursday possible?

I-I think so.

You think so.

I don't want to hear
what you think.



I want to hear what you know.

And I want you to know it
in your brain,

I want you to know it
in your heart,

and I want you to know it
in your balls!

Let me remind you, all of you,
what's at stake here...

Millions of lives,
billions of dollars.

Life, Ryan.

Life itself.

So I'm gonna take another
five goddamn seconds

out of my incredibly
valuable time,

and I'm gonna ask you again...
Will you be ready on Thursday?!

It said, "wake up."

Which is weird
because I read somewhere

that people can't read
when they're dreaming.

Well, maybe you dreamed
that you read that.

Then you woke up.

On Thursday. Today.

Dreams are the way

our subconscious communicates
with us.

What do you think you're trying
to tell yourself, Ryan?

There's
no right or wrong answer.

It was a stress dream.

That's the right answer.

Do you think
I'm ready for today?

I mean, I feel like I am,

but maybe deep down...

Whoa, whoa!
Slow down, Hamlet.

Let's not overthink this.

That's what got you here
in the first place, remember?

You're about to see
Jenna and Wilfred

for the first time
in nearly four months.

A little anxiety
is to be expected.

But you've learned how

to accept the world
as it really is, right?

So maybe it's time to see
Wilfred as he really is.

I'm ready.

You are gonna be so excited
when you see Ryan.

Hey, thanks for driving
all the way up here.

It's so great to see you.

How are you doing?

Oh, good.

Just needed some time away.

- So, you married yet?
- Actually, Drew and I broke up

when we found out
I wasn't pregnant.

Oh. I'm sorry.

It's for the best.

I've had my hands full
with Wilfred.

His recovery's been slow.

But I think spending
a couple days

with his best buddy
is gonna do wonders

for his spirit.

Isn't that right, Wilfie?

So, it all came back to you?

You remember everything?

Yeah. There's nothing
wrong with my mind.

I'm not sure we can say
the same about yours.

I don't need your help.

Wilfred, you're disabled.

No! I'm not defined
by my injuries, Ryan.

I can do anything you can.

I'm not to be pitied...

And I don't need
to be waited upon.

I guess it's the least I can do
after the way I treated you.

I'm really sorry, Wilfred.

Well, maybe none of this
would have happened

if I'd been honest with you.

About what?

Me, who I am,

why I'm here.

After all we've been through,

I think it's time
I gave you some answers.

Let's start with an easy one.

Why are you the only person
who can hear me speak?

Ryan, you and I...

Stop! I don't want
to know.

Of course you do.

I can't trust a word you say.

And even if I could,
I don't care any more.

I just want to stay
out of my head

and live in the real world.

I can't. I'm on medication.

Medication? What for?

Because I need it.

Ryan, when I was lying
in that hospital bed,

crumpled up like some metaphor

of a crumpled-up
aluminum can,

I had a lot of time to think.

And like you,
I just wanted it all to stop.

At first, I tried
to wank the thoughts away.

I wanked so much, I had nothin
left by mid-morning.

I was totally dry.

My penis eye was just like puh!

What are you talking about?
Hear me out.

Do you know why dogs dig?

'Cause they're searching
for bones?

Because we're searching
for truth.

That's what I needed to find.

So I dragged myself
out of that bed

and started to dig.

I dug for hours.

My paws were a bloody mess,
but I kept digging and digging,

and I didn't stop
until I hit China!

So much for truth.

I'm not making this up!

It was one of those
underground electrical chinas.

Like they usually have
on the poles,

with the telephone chinas.

You mean wires?

I don't know words, Ryan,
okay?

We didn't all go
to Stanford Law School.

My point is you can't stop
looking for answers.

And if you ever want
to break through,

then you got to get out
of this place.

There's no life for you here.

Not without me.

This place saved me.

I lost my mind, Wilfred.

Apparently, for the better part
of three months,

I was sitting in a coat closet
getting baked with a dog.

That's messed up.

What the hell
are you talking about?

After you got amnesia,

I tried to get down
to the basement

to find your will.

But the basement wasn there.
It was never there.

That's crazy.

I mean, what you have
to ask yourself, Ryan...

No, no, I'm not gonna think
myself back to insanity.

No more questions!

Ryan, you can't stop now.

Don't you want to know
who you are?

I know who I am.

And I know what you are.

You're the part of me
that lies to me,

and I'm through listening.

Ryan...

You can't run away from me
just because I'm in this chair.

Christ! Will someone get this
Tic-Tac from under my wheel?!

Bloody Tic-Tac
under my wheel.

So, Jenna and I got caught up
on gossip from the neighborhood.

- Mm-hmm.
- That's about it.

Very nice visit.

Two pills? Why?

I think we both know why, Ryan.

What do these do?

I hope they do the trick.

Dr. Eddie, when can
I leave this place?

Whenever you're ready.

So, it's up to me?

So many questions.

That sounds more like
the old Ryan.

So let's just focus
on the right now.

You're gonna feel much
better in the morning.

Do you play tennis?

Not really.

That ball belonged
to a friend of mine.

We should play sometime.

I mean, if we ever finish
this stupid report.

How long have we been here?

I know, right?

I mean it.

Do we live here?

I don't even know
what day it is.

Why are there no windows
in here?

What the hell is that?!

That's Felicia.

I gotta...
I gotta get out of here.

Don't be ridiculous.
You know you can't leave.

The hell I can't!

Please, somebody help me!

You were right, Wilfred.

There's something wrong
with this place.

I told you!
Now come on.

Get your car and let's
get out of here.

It's a six-hour drive.
If we leave now,

we might still be ab
to make that concert.

What concert?

My Morning Jacket.

Two seats front
and center, dude!

- I love that band.
- I know.

That's why we should leave early
so we can get you a ticket.

You have two.

Yeah, I sort of promised Bear
the other ticket.

Bear?

You gave my ticket
to a stuffed animal?

Don't worry.

I'm sure we can score
a ticket off a scalper.

And we're gonna need your I.D.
to get alcohol wristbands.

Shit, yes!

Also, I'm gonna need
to borrow some money.

That's why you're so eager
to get me out of here?

You and Bear need
a ride to a concert?

No!

God, Ryan,

how could you even think that?

But you do know where the
Glen Helen Pavilion is, right?

I'm such an idiot.

You're the same self-serving,

manipulative bastard
you always were.

Ryan, you've got it all wrong.

Will you let me explain?

You don't know what it's
been like without you.

I miss sitting on the couch,
ripping bingers

and watching Matt Damon
DVDs.

Ryan, please.

I need you.

What? You want
me to say it?

Fine.

Without you, I have no purpose.

I'm nothing.

It's like I don't even exist.

I was good to you, Ryan.

I helped you stand
on your own two feet,

which is more than
I can do for myself.

Look at me.
I'm a wreck.

Crippled for life.

And let's not forget how
and why I got hit by that car.

You're using guilt
to manipulate me.

I bet your legs are just fine.

Like hell they are.

Oh, yeah?

Then what's this?

I, uh, I've never
seen that before.

Oh, so those aren't
your teeth marks?

Oh, yeah, I remember.

I may have been chewing
on that the other day.

Chewing or chasing?

Ow.

Ryan, that hurt my heart.

Why are you being like this?

You want the frisbee?
You want it, Wilfred?

No. You can keep it.

Place it in the bin.
Don't throw it.

You want it, huh?

Ryan, please.

I can't...
My legs, Ryan.

- Come on, boy.
- I can't, okay?!

You want it?

Why are you, why are
you being so cruel?!

You want the frisbee?
You want me to throw it?

Ryan, I'm begging you.

You want it?
You want it?

Yes, I want the frisbee!

Go get it!

Oh.

- Frisbee!
- Looks like I was wrong.

Looks like your legs
really are dead.

Because otherwise,
you'd be able to feel this!

Frisbee!

You like that
burning cigarette?

- Can you feel it?!
- Frisbee! Frisbee!

Stop it!

What's your game, Wilfred?!

No, no, no, no!
No, he's-he's faking it!

I know he is!

- Ryan!
- Frisbee!

I forgive you, Ryan!

Frisbee!

I got to say, I'm disappointed.

I'm sorry.
I-I didn't mean...

The review board has approved
my recommendation to treat you

with a more aggressive
form of therapy.

Starting immediately.

- Shock therapy?
- Electroconvulsive therapy.

It's your best chance
to break through.

I don't want to do this.
I want to go home.

Unfortunately, that's
no longer an option.

This treatment is like
a reset button for your brain.

It'll be like the last
six months never happened.

All the pain, all the questions
without answers...

gone with the flip of a switch.

You'll forget everything.

Including Wilfred.

He was right.
He was right.

I didn't consent to this.

You need my permission!

We have a signed consent form
by your custodial guardian.

My father?!

He doesn't have the authority!

You can't do this!

Sedative.

It's not your fault.

It's not your fault.
It's not your fault.

Wait.

That's from "Good Will Hunting".

- Holy shit! You're Robin Williams!
- Where's the goddamn sedative?!

What the hell?
What are you doing?!

Clear!

Shazbot!

We need to get out of here.

Now!

Come on!

Go, go, go!

Who are you?!

Wilfred?!

Woo-hoo! I'm back, baby!

Wait. Where's your wheelchair?

Really?
That's your first question?

Wilfred!

How did you get this van?

We hot-china'd it.

"We"?

Bear?!

Jesus, Bear!

Keep your eye on the road!

Wait.

This is a dream.

This is the dream!

The office is real life!

Yeah, but right now,
that life is a nightmare.

You've walled yourself off
from your real life's work.

You need to wake up, get down to
that basement and read my will!

Bear! Watch out!

No, Bear!
Pedal to the metal!

You just have to believe
you can break through!

Ryan!

You with us?

Um, yeah.

Guess I zoned out for a second.

As I was saying,

we've all been under
an extraordinary deadline.

The past few weeks,
we've pushed ourselves

to the very limits
of human endurance.

We've worked
ridiculously long hours,

depriving ourselves

of the sleep and exercise
our bodies need.

We've sacrificed time
with our families.

We've sacrificed our health.

Kevin, seriously!
You need to get

some antibiotics, okay?

That's annoying.

I have a call in to the doctor.

Good. Frankly,
I'm surprised

we all haven't gone
a little crazy.

And for what?

It's not like we're finding
a cure for cancer.

Oh, wait a second. Yes, we are!

I mean, we've all
worked our asses off,

especially Mr. Ryan Newman,
our in-house counsel,

who today is going to file
an updated protocol

with the FDA for the revised
clinical trial plans...

And where you going?

I have to go.

The report is ready.
Stacey can file it.

Yeah, but I still
have some questions.

So do I.

Sorry.

That can wait.
That can wait.

No!

Ed:
You need to wake up,

get down to that basement
and read my will!

I'm sorry, Bear.

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