Little Brother (2023)

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Mmm.

Jakey. Look at you.

Hey, uh, open the door.

Yeah, one second.

No, you-- you just--

You locked it.

- No, you-- you--

- Open the door.

-You have to press unlock.

-Take-- take your hand off.

Come on. Let's go.

There.

Thank you.

What was that about?

Nice call with the Kia.

It's all the airport had left.

Well, Koreans know

their cars, man.

Bro.

You can just

stay straight on Silver.

All right, man.

Where are your shoes?

Oh, it's protocol, bro.

No laces, no belts.

I do love

these hospital socks, though.

With the little,

uh, grippy things.

So, are--

are they gonna come, then, or?

Mom and Dad?

They seemed okay on the phone.

They, uh-- they knew

I was coming, so...

No, no, yeah, yeah, sure.

It's an expensive flight,

especially last-minute.

Yeah, pardon the mess.

I-- I wasn't expecting guests.

I wasn't really expecting

anything, actually.

So, how long are you

in Albuquerque until?

Uh, Thursday.

Uh, you can't stay longer?

This isn't a leisure trip, Pete.

Really? I had no idea.

Hey, uh, how's Abs, by the way?

Uh, you guys good?

Uh, we're, uh...

We're-- we're-- we're good.

That's good.

Hey, um...

what are you doing in there?

I'm, uh, just taking a leak.

-Hey.

-Hey.

f*ck.

Why am I only

competitive with you?

It's like

I'm eight years old again.

Because I'm the only person

you can't beat at anything.

So, uh, when did

Burning Man move on?

Burning Man? Oh, uh, Mondo.

Uh, like six months ago

with his-- his girlfriend.

Or, sorry, fiance.

You, uh-- you haven't thought

about getting new roommates?

I thought about it.

And have you...

thought about maybe--

maybe moving?

Are-- are you serious?

I mean, yeah.

Uh, I can't.

You know, people don't

really realize this,

but being a painter

doesn't really pay sh*t.

No, I'm pretty sure that

everybody knows that.

Besides, when's the last time

that you painted?

Don't change

the f*cking subject.

Wasn't painting the subject?

That's Meemaw's house.

I'm not leaving.

It's been, like,

a year and a half now.

It's, uh, two years

this month, actually.

You got these?

Listen--

listen to me, Pete.

Oh, my God.

Yes!

There he goes.

I told you not to drink.

Ugh, it's just beers, man.

It's probably, like,

my meds or something.

It's the cops.

It's Dad.

Same thing.

Hello.

You were supposed

to call an hour ago.

Yeah, yeah, sorry.

We, uh, we went to get food.

I told you to keep him home.

Yeah, yeah, no,

we-- we-- we got takeout.

You're Dad's b*tch.

Oh, okay.

Hey, baby.

Hey, Mom.

So, how is he?

He's-- he's-- he's-- he's good.

Let me speak with him.

Uh, speak with him?

-Yes. Put him on the phone.

-No!

I'm-- I'm...

- Jake?

- Uh...

Oh, he's, uh,

he's in the shower.

Well, at least

he's bathing again.

So, have you told him yet?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah.

Okay, and?

What-- what did he say?

Um, he-- he said--

I'm-- I'm-- I'm good.

"I'm good"?

Uh, no, no.

Uh, okay. He-- he said, "Okay."

Just okay?

Yeah, what--

what does that mean?

Uh, yeah.

I think it means okay.

He's lucky we're

giving him the option at all.

- Should have cut him off after--

- Honey.

After your--

your grandmother passed.

I was just...

I was worried he'd try again.

-Honey.

-I'm fine, I'm fine.

Did he...

say what it was this time?

Dad.

Yeah, I know, I know.

Just call us when

you're on the road, okay?

Don't forget.

Yeah, I won't.

Okay, baby, see you soon.

I love you.

- Love you.

- Bye, son.

So, how's the pope?

You're right, it's not funny.

And insulting to Francis.

What's up?

No, I'm-- I'm not

flying back Thursday.

You wanna stay longer?

No, I'm-- I'm not

flying back at all.

I don't understand.

Mom and Dad, that's, uh,

that's why they're not here.

They, uh...

sent me to come get you.

Hey, Pete, Pete, Pete, Pete.

Yeah, don't f*cking touch me.

Why-- why aren't you flying?

They want us to drive your car

back to Washington

-so that we can be together...

-That's f*cking bullshit.

...as a family

to evaluate things.

To evaluate things?

Evaluate me?

And after my evaluation,

what then, doctor?

-Come on, man.

-No!

What then?

If we or you think that

it's for the best, then...

maybe you move back to Seattle.

-Jesus Christ, man.

-Just for a while.

You can see your old friends,

old doctors.

There's nothing there

for me, man.

Yeah, unlike here, right?

Pete, Pete, Pete.

Dad's thinking of

selling this place.

Hey, Pete?

Pete?

Pete.

sh*t.

It's Pete.

Nobody uses voicemail. f*ck--

Damn it.

No f*cking sh*t.

Tell me next time you're gonna

leave the house, man.

I'm in the backyard, you ghost.

You just call me a ghost?

Yeah, because

you're f*cking haunting me.

I'm sorry.

Can I sit?

Yeah, if you don't fall through

the chair, you f*cking ghost.

So, um...

have-- have you thought

about the trip then?

We should get going.

Hey, man, you ever just,

like, f*cking chill out?

Look.

This is Meemaw's car.

Pretty sure a coyote

gave birth in the trunk.

I like to, like, sit out here

and, like, work through sh*t

with her.

Hey, you remember, uh-- uh,

Christmas in Tombstone?

I mean, I've seen the pictures.

Yeah.

Mom and Meemaw wanted to go to,

like, Colorado, have, like,

this, like, white Christmas.

But, of course, Dad won out,

and we end up in Arizona

because I sh*t you not, he had

just seen the movie Wyatt Earp.

Anyway, we get there and it's

a total f*cking tourist trap.

We watch, like, one really

shitty reenactment,

and then we just,

like, go home early.

I f*cking-- I still hate

Arizona because of that.

Best part of that trip,

though, was, uh...

car ride there.

Me and you, we just,

like, took turns playing

this Game Boy

that Meemaw got me.

You know, she, like, let me

open my present early

so long as I just,

like, shared it with you.

Man, that was just

what I wanted.

So, this trip...

I mean, what's--

what's your big plan?

You're getting ready

in there, right?

Yep.

Hey, uh, you--

you got any Q-tips?

Uh, cabinet.

You find it?

Uh, yeah, yeah.

Are you pulling?

Yes, I am pulling.

There she goes.

So, what are you looking for?

I-- I thought

you were looking for something.

Oh, I-- I don't know sh*t

about cars.

And I do.

I don't-- You're--

you're the engineer.

I'm a software engineer.

How many times

do I have to tell you?

That's computers, not vehicles.

A car is a computer.

No, no-- no, not really.

In a way.

How-- how in a way?

Like, in-- in principle.

No, no, okay, no, no.

What does-- what does principle

have to do with anything?

Three, two, one.

We have liftoff.

Hey, don't look too excited.

I am.

Excited.

You sound like an android

trying to be human.

"I-- I have excitement."

Oh, is that a smile, Andrew?

Hey, please, please,

no Bicentennial Man.

I want to live

and die with dignity.

Oh, my God.

They just, like, never give you

enough crackers.

Nobody eats this sh*t

open-faced, man.

Or else you have to,

like, touch the--

You still own CDs?

Yeah, dude.

The compact disc is, like,

our generation's vinyl.

You're from Seattle.

You should know this.

Here, check it.

You made a mixtape?

I thought it would be fun.

You know,

Pete and Jakey's road trip.

Okay.

Sorry, I just...

No, no, yeah. I got it.

Never mind.

Maybe later then.

This one's pretty good.

Hey, man, I-- I got a headache.

Oh, this is perfect.

This is, like,

perfect headache medicine.

All right, okay.

It's good, right?

West African.

Whoa.

I said I have a headache.

Well, I-- I read that

drumming is therapeutic.

You sure it didn't mean

playing the drums?

I don't know. Let's test it out.

Dude, let's just get one track.

-Hey, what the f*ck, man?

-Okay, enough.

-You-- you just f*cking hit me.

-I slapped your hand.

That's f*cking hitting.

No music, okay?

Why do you decide?

Are you a child?

Okay, the-- the driver

gets to choose.

-I'm the driver.

-So let me drive.

You're, like, super stoned.

I'm-- I'm high-functioning.

I don't think that

high-functioning

is how I'd describe you.

I shouldn't have...

What?

I shouldn't have come.

There it is.

You knew I didn't

f*cking wanna do this.

Yeah, well,

it's not just about you, is it?

Me and Mom and Dad.

You-- you ever think about us?

What is that supposed to mean?

Look at where we're at, Pete.

What-- what did you just do?

I don't know, man.

What did I just do?

You tried to

f*cking k*ll yourself.

Why are we sitting here?

It's empty.

This sign says wait.

Hey, boys.

Sorry about that.

Could have just sat down.

So, uh, booth or table?

-Table.

-Booth.

Okay.

Wow, big menu.

You guys have,

uh, cheeseburgers?

We have bison burgers.

Great, we'll take two of those.

I-- I don't want bison.

Oh, it's just hamburger meat.

Oh, okay.

They come with

our world-famous onion rings.

-Is that okay?

-Could I actually get fries?

They're world-famous, Jake.

Yeah, I feel like fries.

We can do fries.

Thanks.

Anything else

I can get you guys?

No, I think we're good.

-Thanks.

-Okay.

-So.

-Just-- let me just eat, please.

About what I said earlier, man--

Yeah, it's fine.

I'm-- I'm totally over it.

Okay, look, all right?

What I said about you never...

caring, never thinking about us,

all right?

We don't need to do,

like, a whole f*cking,

like, recap right now, okay?

-Okay, fine.

-Okay.

But, you know...

what you did...

Was it really thinking of us?

Man, you are

un-f*cking-believable.

What?

It's a legitimate question.

Can you just

shut the f*ck up right now

and just, like, listen to me

for, like, one second?

I tho--

I thought about you, okay?

Is that surprising to you?

Really?

You have no idea

the countless arguments

that I've had in my head about--

about you and all this.

And I understand how painful

this sh*t is for everyone.

Then why?

If that's true,

if you know, then why?

Because at a certain point,

I can't keep hurting just to

keep everyone else from hurting.

But you could have fought.

You could have gotten more help.

Phew.

I tried.

What about your meds?

Did you go through my sh*t?

No, it wasn't intentional.

Yeah, okay.

Are we allowed to eat now?

Yeah, those onion rings

do look good.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Wow.

I thought Utah was just Mormons.

And what about

your therapist?

You still liking them?

I mean better than

the last one you guys found me,

that f*cking

old white dinosaur.

You know,

I get depressed too sometimes.

What? I... I do.

Sometimes I...

Bad days.

Yeah, these aren't days, man.

These are years.

Besides, you have, like,

Abby, you know?

One day, you guys will

have kids and a big house

with, like, a sprinkler system.

And I know I could probably

have that sh*t too.

It's just, like...

Is that what all this life

is leading to?

Just, like, a f*cking...

well-kept lawn?

What?

No, he never wanted

to get married.

We thought it was old-fashioned.

It's been eight years now.

It's...

It's something.

Hell, even try

seeing other people.

Wait, hold the f*cking phone.

What?

-You?

-Yeah, that was the thing.

I couldn't really do it.

Like, you couldn't see

other people or, like...

adequately perform?

Performer, I take it?

I think she's

letting me down easy.

Well, what do you want?

I want to be alone.

Man, not wanting to be alone

isn't enough reason to force

someone to stick around.

Why didn't you ever

tell me this sh*t before?

Come on, I mean, come on, man.

My problems were, like, so...

tame compared to yours.

Yeah, but it would have been

really nice to hear, though.

I mean, ever since

we were young...

It's like, I know I'm, like,

older than you and sh*t,

but, like, I've always felt,

like, dumber

or, like, less capable.

It's like...

It's like

I'm the little brother.

Well, no, I'm sorry, man.

Yeah, no.

I already said I would.

Okay.

Bye.

Who was that?

You just left?

-sh*t.

-Yeah, that was Dad.

Hospital called him.

Said you were supposed

to be there another 3 days.

You just left

without being released.

There's a police report on you,

man, a missing persons report.

-Are you serious?

-Don't laugh.

Don't f*cking laugh.

All right,

man, just calm down.

Pete...

The hospital, they can

involuntarily detain you

if they deem you

a danger to yourself.

Yeah, yeah, I know that.

They told me that.

Then why did you leave?

'Cause I wanted to.

Then why didn't you tell

me or dad?

'Cause it's not

your f*cking business?

Really?

Now because you walked out,

insurance company's

refusing to cover your claim.

Yeah.

You want to know what tab?

Six grand.

Are you f*cking...

-It was one night.

-Yeah, in the ICU.

And the ambulance ride,

and the treatment costs.

Well, that's f*cking bullshit.

No, that's life.

That's what it costs when you

don't think of the consequences.

Don't f*cking

lecture me right now.

Why is it that any time

someone disagrees with you,

it's a lecture?

-f*ck you.

-No, f*ck you.

-I'll f*cking pay for it.

-Yeah, with what money?

Yeah.

Dad'll foot the bill again,

like he always has.

-Well, that's not true.

-Really?

Think back, Pete.

When you first tried,

he did.

Yeah, well, what's next,

junior year, Sacred Heart?

Oh, well, he did then, too.

Then it was after

you dropped out of U-dub,

which, by the way,

he was paying for, too.

All the therapy,

all the medication,

the stupid f*cking trips to...

find yourself.

It's always been him.

You can't just

do whatever you want

and chalk it up

to your mental health.

You have to take

some responsibility.

It's as if always

excusing yourself in...

All right, just stop, okay?

Please stop.

I got it.

-So someone lives here?

-Shh.

Yeah. That's all I could find.

-I'm sorry about this--

-No, no, no. I know.

I gotta piss.

Mm.

That bathroom

smells like lavender.

Did you wash your hands?

Yeah.

-I call this room.

-No. No. I'm already here.

Oh, come on, man.

I'm, like, so tired.

You slept all...

Mm-hmm.

Okay, okay.

You know what? Fine.

-Take it.

-Yes.

What are you doing?

f*ck. Sorry.

Sorry.

Hey, uh, Jake.

What?

You think anybody, like,

screwed in this bed before?

-I'm going out.

-Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Look, I know you're trying

to understand me

and everything

that I'm going through.

And I really appreciate that.

But you-you don't...

You don't know everything, okay?

Some of this you

might never understand.

Goodnight, man.

Dad, it's late.

I know. Just checking in.

- Are you at the B&B?

- Yeah.

Did they

make it to Idaho?

Oh, thank God.

-Good.

-Where are you going?

I'll be right back.

Listen, I need you guys here

before 2:00 on Friday.

Okay.

Um, why?

I got an appointment

for Peter with a psychiatrist.

With Richard.

Wait, wait, what?

Church Richard?

Like, Devin's dad?

Richard Foster, yes.

Okay, Dad, Dad...

We-- we agreed to talk

to Pete about stuff like this.

It's just an appointment.

I mean, he's a family friend.

Which is why I trust him.

Look, I have to do something.

Yeah, yeah.

Look, if he doesn't like him,

then we can discuss

other options, okay?

But, you know what?

Let's just keep this

between you and me for now,

okay?

Okay.

Okay, all right, good.

We'll see you Friday.

-Help yourself.

-Oh, sorry, sorry.

I wasn't sure

if that was extra or not.

I wasn't being sarcastic, huh?

I'll take one, too,

if you're offering.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Jake, right?

Uh, yeah, yeah, and you're...

-Marie?

-Mary, actually.

Oh, sorry.

No, you're fine.

It's just,

my mother's name was Marie.

But you're Mary.

Well, my birth name is Marie.

But when I was a teenager,

I changed it to Mary.

I started telling people,

and nobody ever questioned it.

We are who we pretend

to be, I guess.

My parents,

they used to call me Jacob.

But...

I always thought

it sounded childish.

I like Jacob.

It's dignified.

Jake's harsh, strident.

That's me.

No, I don't think so.

So, you want to help me

with something, Jacob?

We used to have chickens,

but not anymore.

I hate chickens.

I thought

all farmers liked chickens.

Maybe, but I'm not a farmer.

My father was.

The chickens

were my husband's idea.

A gift from me

after our daughter moved out.

How about a dog, you know?

Or some Canadian whiskey.

Anything but f*cking chickens.

And where's your husband now?

Does he work in town?

Well, he died,

actually, last spring.

Um... I'm sorry about that.

Death isn't something

to be sorry about, hon.

It means you lived.

Restful, huh?

It's the openness.

No surprises.

It must have been nice

growing up here.

Yeah, until you were grown.

At 17, all this changes.

So, I fled to California.

That's where I met Frank.

During a student

protest in San Francisco.

Ah, so you're not a farmer.

-You're a hippie.

-Hardly.

I was studying English.

Him, history.

We wanted to be teachers,

not revolutionaries.

Of course, poor Pop

couldn't tell the difference.

We loved the city.

Why did you come back?

I, uh...

I had to.

Let me guess, your dad?

No, no. My, um...

My sister.

She'd gotten sick.

Cervical, you know?

Oh.

Yeah.

What was her name?

Ann.

Not long after she died,

we found out

that I was pregnant.

My sister and I

were night and day.

She was ladylike and poised.

I was...

rebellious, impulsive.

I couldn't wait to leave Idaho.

She loved it here.

Especially this house,

which was supposed to be

hers next.

She wanted

to start a family here.

So...

after she died,

I decided to stay,

at least until

my daughter was born.

It was Frank's idea

to name her Marianne.

And then, of course,

one year turns to two,

and two becomes 20.

But...

I have no complaints.

I was the lucky one.

I had some weird-a*s dreams

last night.

You were in

one of them, actually.

Yeah, where were we on

a road trip in a shitty van?

I said dream, not nightmare.

Hey, Mary, what a cool lady.

She was just, like,

telling me about this, like,

crazy waterfall

right in Twin Falls.

I don't know if we're gonna

have time to stop today, man.

Yeah, no, I was just--

I was just saying.

Like, why?

Like, what's the rush?

Just, you know, Dad,

he's-- he's excited to see you.

Hmm.

Hey, speaking of the Pope,

uh, can we, like, stop in Oregon

and get some more grass before

we have to see him?

As long as you don't

call him that when we do.

Pretty accurate, though.

Bald, old, Catholic,

claims to know God's thoughts.

Won't give in till he dies.

I'm sorry,

did you just knock Dad?

I guess I did.

I think I like you today, man.

Hey, hang on,

just today?

Take the compliment, bro.

Black and sweet.

Like my heart?

Hey, could I, uh,

actually get one of those?

f*ck.

-What?

-What's wrong?

Nothing.

I know you, man,

anytime you want a cigarette,

it's when you're all f*cking in

your head and anxious and sh*t.

That's not true.

The last time

you asked me for a cigarette

was when you were, like,

about to go and talk to Dad

about moving in with Abby.

How do you remember that?

I told you, man,

I'm high-functioning.

Can we sit?

You could sit. I kind of

want to stretch my legs.

Hey, and I'm-- I'm sorry about

the cigarette.

Just one of us is going

to have to live a long life.

I'm joking, man.

How come everyone but,

like, suicidal people

can, like, tell suicide jokes?

It's f*cked up.

What's up?

When I was in

your bathroom, uh...

I found the empty bottle.

Oh.

You know, movies make it seem

like it's all, like, tearful

and, like, cinematic

and sh*t, but...

it's actually

pretty f*cking dull.

I tried calling you.

-No.

-Yeah.

Here, give me your phone.

Yeah, right here. 2:37 a.m.

What, did you have

any second thoughts?

No.

You know, I don't remember

a lot from that night, but I...

I remember that I was...

I was ready.

You ready?

Hey, hey, hold up.

What's up?

I was listening to, uh,

to Pink Floyd that night.

Oh.

It was making me think of--

You remember when, like, uh...

Dad used to, like, play music

really loud late at night?

And he was a lot more chill?

Dude, he was an alcoholic

back then, man.

Also way more chill.

Anyways, there was

this one Floyd track.

Every time he would put it on,

you'd get, like, pretty scared

and you couldn't,

like, fall asleep,

so I'd have to, like, do sh*t

to, like, make you laugh.

You remember that?

Mr. Peanut.

Hey, kiss your sister,

Mr. Peanut.

Anyways, yeah,

I-- I-- I couldn't remember...

I couldn't remember

the name of that song.

So, that's why you called, then?

Just to ask me that?

I mean, I'd just taken,

like, 40 sleeping pills.

I wasn't exactly

thinking straight.

It's a strange sensation, man,

like drifting off thinking

you'll never wake up again,

and then you wake up.

Wait.

Who called 911, then?

I did.

But at the hospital...

you admitted yourself.

Why did you leave?

By then, I was feeling better.

Well, what about now?

You still feel better?

I was really all in, you know?

Now, I have this, like...

second chance on life

I'm not even sure that I wanted.

I kind of feel like

a tourist in my own body.

Shall we?

Hey.

Yeah, I--

I just realized something.

I've taken a sh*t in, like,

every state

we've been in on this trip.

Hope I gotta go in Oregon.

Sorry, I know you don't like me

talking about fecal matter.

-No, no, no, you're fine.

-Fecal matters?

Fecal matter.

You went, then? All good?

-Yes, sir, all cleaned out.

-Oh, okay.

There's no TP, though, so I just

had to do, like, a quick...

All right, dude, stop.

Sorry.

Naturally dressed in, like,

a full-fledged uniform.

Woo!

So, this guy's name is Ravi?

Mm-hmm.

Like Ravi f*cking Shankar?

Nah, I don't know

who that is, man.

Hey, hey, no, no--

Put those-- put those back, man.

Dana, bro.

Donna what?

Ravi's Hindu, man.

Dana's, like,

the practice of-- of giving.

You're bullshitting me.

No.

Religious studies was, like,

my favorite class in college.

Yeah, before you dropped out,

you mean.

Mm, ha, ha, ha.

All right.

Who's she?

Uh, actually, he and his name

is Shiva the Destroyer.

f*ck.

-Drink up.

-Fine.

Thank you.

Hinduism's pretty interesting,

actually.

Okay, yeah, okay, here we go.

No, no, no, seriously,

seriously, right?

There are these three gods,

Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva.

Birth, life, and death,

but, like,

not necessarily in that order.

So, in a way, destruction

is an act of creation.

That just

doesn't make sense to me.

And besides,

you do know, you're, like,

the whitest guy ever, right?

So?

I appreciate

other people's beliefs.

You and Dad

should try it sometime.

Wow, okay.

What do you believe in, then?

I believe that you shouldn't

make someone believe something

that they don't want to believe.

What?

No, no, I, uh...

I actually believe that, too.

All babies cry.

Yeah, dude, so my, like,

dum-dum five-year-old brain,

like, thought you were,

like, hungry, man.

He's like, I thought, like,

crying was, like, hungry.

So, I'm, like,

searching around the room,

and the only thing I see is,

like, this nickel.

Wow, great idea.

f*ck you, dude.

I was five years old.

I thought you'd, like,

suck on it or some sh*t,

but you just snatch it from me,

and you're like...

Basically, you just tried

to k*ll me.

Yeah.

The first of many

unsuccessful attempts.

I'm sorry.

No, what you said, it just...

Just made me think

of the first time that, uh,

that you tried it.

That was a long time ago.

I was eight.

And Mom, she, uh...

she was leaving somewhere,

and, uh...

she wanted us to come.

But, uh...

you told her that

you didn't want to go, so...

I told her no, too.

Just, uh, just to be with you.

You were annoyed.

You know what I mean?

I-- I was annoyed.

I mean,

I remember crying, like...

like, literally,

like, bawling to Mom,

so that she'd make you

hang out with me.

But I don't know.

You were my big brother.

And when Mom left...

you went into your room to draw.

And, um...

I wanted to draw, too, but...

you told me to stay, so...

I-- I stayed.

But after a while...

I, um...

started to get lonely.

Yeah.

That was it.

I was bored.

I was a kid, you know?

It happens.

Please don't leave me.

Please don't leave me.

I'm sorry about that.

No, you're good.

Hey, when I woke up that,

uh, that first time...

you were the only person

that I wanted to see,

but you weren't there.

Where were you?

Dad and Mom

sent me to Grandma Jan's.

I guess they, uh, they didn't

want me to see you like that.

That story that I told you

about Pink Floyd,

I really-- I couldn't

remember the song. That's not--

That's not really why

I, uh, I called you.

It was like, uh...

As I was, like, you know...

I just realized, like, I--

like, I just, like,

really want to hear your voice,

like, one more time.

Hello, you've reached

Warren Duffy.

Please leave me a detailed--

Hey, Pete.

Hey, Pete, come on.

Hey, Pete!

Pete, wake up! Come on.

f*ck!

sh*t.

Come on, man. Why, man?

911, what's your emergency?

Yeah, hi there.

Um, my-- my-- my brother, he...

He took-- took sleeping pills.

Okay, sir, is he there with you

or in a different location.

No, no, no, he's here.

I'm-- I'm here with him.

All right, sir, stay calm.

- We're gonna be there very

soon.

Okay. Okay, thank you.

Did they say

how long he'll be out?

Uh, at least all night.

Maybe more.

Well, how did they sound?

I don't know.

Good, not good.

I don't know, Dad,

I-- I-- I don't know.

I'm flying out there.

What?

And I want you

to come back here.

Hang on, that's--

That is-- That's not what I...

No, no, no,

I-- I should be here with him.

You have been, son.

But you have a life.

Responsibilities.

Your brother doesn't.

He doesn't...

understand what that is.

He never has.

What about the van?

You take it

so we have it, and, uh,

Peter and I will

rent a car or fly back.

Dad, I-- I don't know.

He's my brother.

Yeah, I know.

But this isn't the first time.

Right?

He's hurt you

doing this before, remember?

Come home, son.

Okay.

Jakey, I really don't know

what to do anymore.

And I should.

I should know.

But I don't.

Get some rest, son.

Okay, Dad.

Good night.

Night.

It's my turn.

You guys!

I wanna play!

All right, all right, all right.

Settle down.

No, he's not getting that car.

No way! No way.

-Hi.

-Hey.

I just drained

his catheter bag.

Any changes?

What time did you check last?

-Round three.

-Okay. Let me look.

Yeah... no, about the same.

Uh, did you talk to the doctor?

-I did.

-And?

And there's just no way

to know for sure.

We've gotta wait for his body

to metabolize all those pills.

Could be hours.

Could be days.

All right.

Oh, um, my dad,

he'll be here this afternoon.

Yeah. We'll be ready for him.

-Thank you.

-Okay.

Okay, what were we saying?

The Mustang.

Oh, the Mustang, yes. So...

What?

Are you the little brother?

Uh, yeah?

Jacob?

That's me, yeah.

Dr. Conrad.

He's, uh-- he's waking up now?

Any minute now.

Louise.

Oh.

We'll be right back.

Everybody here?

How you doing, Mr. Duffy?

I hate to get right into it,

but I'd like to discuss next

steps. Is that okay with you?

Great.

So,

from what your brother told me,

this was an act of self-harm.

Is that true?

Was your intent

to end your life?

Can you share with me

your motive

for wanting to end your life?

No, you don't want to, or no,

you don't have a reason?

Are you still thinking

about harming yourself?

Well, Peter,

since you're confirming that

this is, in fact, self-harm,

it's regulation that

we're allowed to hold you

until you're seen by

a mental health provider.

In the meantime,

for your safety,

you will be under surveillance

with a sitter,

which is what Zak is here for.

When the provider arrives,

you'll be evaluated to see if

you're a danger

to yourself or others,

and if so, a judge can rule

that you seek court-mandated

psychiatric treatment.

I'm sorry, can he have a break?

Of course.

I know this is a lot to take in.

I'll give you both some space

to process things.

Hey.

We'll make you safe, Peter.

I-- I don't

understand. What's the problem?

I just--

There was a lot of questions,

you know?

Well, yeah.

When you do something like that,

that's gonna happen.

I-- I know. All right? I just--

Some of them

were pretty intense.

Okay, like what?

Like why he tried

to k*ll himself.

What's wrong with that?

Uh, I'm not sure he knows that.

Well, of course he does.

God damn it, use your head!

Why would you do that

if you didn't know?

Come on,

you're smarter than that.

Your brother

knows what he's doing.

I think it's time

we stopped tiptoeing around

his delicate little feelings.

He lost that privilege when

he swallowed an entire bottle

of f*cking pills for

the second f*cking time.

Hey, Dad, um...

I think maybe I should

be with Pete right now.

What does that mean?

It means you don't need to come.

Well, I'm literally

standing at the front door

ready to go to the airport

right now.

Did Peter put you up to this?

No, Dad, he didn't, okay?

It's me.

I'll make sure Pete's safe.

Son, I sent you down there to

bring your brother home to me,

and now he's back

in the hospital.

Is that your idea

of keeping him safe?

Stay there.

I'm coming.

Hey, what's-- what's going on?

What is that?

Uh, I think it's the fire alarm.

What? Do we need to go?

Well, they haven't

made an announcement yet,

-so I think we just stay here.

-Please just make sure.

Just go check.

Uh... I mean,

I'm supposed to be--

I'll stay here. I can watch him.

O-- Okay. I'll be right back.

Okay, please hurry.

Why did you do that?

Jake!

What are you doing?

Are you f*cking crazy?

I think so. Take your gown off.

What?

Just shut up and strip.

Uh... okay.

-Ow, ow, ow, ow.

-f*ck!

Okay. Okay.

-Oh, Jesus f*ck.

-Oh, Christ.

Okay. Shirt, shirt,

shirt, shirt, shirt. Come on!

-Dude.

-Nice f*cking throw!

Let's go.

Come on, come on, come on.

Almost there.

Oh, f*ck.

-What?

-My keys.

-You left them?

-No, wait, you have them.

-What?

-Check my pockets.

-That's a proper throw.

-Shut up.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Yeah, one-- one sec. Here we go.

-Jesus!

-sh*t.

-Easy.

-Sorry.

Wait, wait. Holy sh*t.

Are you serious?

Yeah,

unfortunately, yeah.

So he's just gonna, like--

he's gonna get there

-and we're just gonna be gone?

-Nah, I told him not to come.

All right?

He's just so f*cking stubborn.

Hey, I'm sorry that

he said that sh*t to you.

Just so you know,

this-- this isn't you.

I honestly--

I don't really know why.

Well, hey.

You're okay.

It's okay.

I'm just glad that you're here.

And how are you feeling?

Do you, uh--

did you need anything?

I mean, honestly, I'm chafing.

Seriously, bro,

you could've brought me

a pair of undies or something.

Wow. You, uh--

you really weren't kidding--

Don't talk.

I-- I don't wanna

ruin this moment, but...

but me doing this, you know...

you-- you still-- still gotta...

...you know,

you're gonna need help.

Yeah.

Here.

No, no, man--

Hey,

take the f*cking jacket, man.

Thanks.

So what now?

I don't know.

You tell me.

What do you mean?

What you want.

f*ck off.

Let's go.

What?

To Seattle.

What about Dad?

Uh...

I'm gonna have to

face him eventually,

before he dies

and my resentment petrifies.

At least you'll be there.

You sure?

Definitely not.

So we should probably hurry.

Besides, it's a longer drive

back than it is forward.

Right?