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"Could we live it over again,
were it worth the pain?
Could the passionate past that is fled
call back its dead?"
Oscar wilde.
"Roses and rue."
Tristan.
Joseph.
Jesus. What time is it?
It's time for you to rise and shine.
It's a beautiful morning out there.
Is it?
Well, of course, it is.
It's the city of angels, my friend.
How are you feeling?
Sound. Yeah, I feel sound. Bit tired is all.
Late one again last night?
Honestly, i can't remember.
Caitlin with you?
No, no. Just a few friends.
Needed a break from all that.
Oh, no, trouble in paradise?
It's not that. It's just...
She doesn't understand me sometimes, that's all.
What doesn't she understand?
My world's very different
from hers, you know?
Sometimes, it gets to be a bit too much and...
- I can't seem to find... - - Balance?
Yeah. Balance.
Yeah. Well, I could see the problem with that.
She's not used to dating somebody like you.
She's used to normal guys, normal jobs, normal lives.
That's gotta be tough.
Maybe I should be more understanding.
Try to relate more.
Put myself in her shoes.
How can you, though?
You've got everything a man could wish for.
Sometimes that presents
its own set of unique challenges.
Listen. Don't get me wrong, I...
I do love her to bits. But...
We're not just supposed to have a laugh.
You know, a bit of banter?
Not this constant, fucking criticism
and trying to change me.
Well, it sounds like
you might need to be alone for a while.
Consider sowing your wild oats.
Sometimes, despite our best intentions,
things are just not meant to be.
Yeah. Maybe you're right.
Yeah. Maybe I am.
Maybe I'm not.
As I always remind you, I'm not god.
But if I were to give you my professional advice,
you need time out, my friend.
Thanks, Joseph.
Always helps to get an early session in.
As your therapist, Tristan,
I am here for you anytime, night or day. You just call.
You're a lifesaver.
No. That is what you're paying me for.
Now rise, Mr. Tristan Blake.
You have a big day ahead of you.
Great things await.
Goodbye, Joseph.
Go got them, Tristan.
It's another beautiful day in paradise.
Temps are 70s at the beaches and 80s in the valley.
Hey, stay tuned
'cause we got a hot show for you today!
Hot!
Is this Tristan?
Tristan? Tristan Blake?
- Hello? - -Tristan! Thank god, man.
I've been trying to get a hold of you all night, man.
I thought you might've, uh, drove into a ditch.
- What's, what's happening? - Nothin'. I'm alive. Barely.
What's going on?
Well, I'm pretty sure you took my car
from the valet last night.
Do you remember that?
Fuck, man. I must have mixed it up with my one.
Can you... can you check your genitalia?
Do you have your cock and balls?
Hanging on by a fucking thread.
Blake, you know you didn't drive last night, right?
Yeah.
Sam, I'm fucking glad one of us remembers.
Yeah.
Look, I'm just glad you're all right, buddy.
Um, is the car in one piece?
Yeah, yeah. It's grand.
All good, buddy. All good. Not a scratch on it.
Can you bring it to me?
Yeah, well, listen, sorry about that again, good man.
I must've been out of my fucking mind.
- Are you at home? - - Yeah.
I'll be here all day.
You know, I was worried you totaled it.
You weren't...
In the best shape, believe me, man.
No, no.
Buddy, I'm solid as a rock behind the wheel.
Even poleaxed, you know that.
Well, I suppose you've had enough practice.
All right, man. I'll see you later, okay?
Take care of my baby.
- I will. I will, buddy. - - Please.
She'll be back to you. Don't worry.
- Okay, I'm not -bye.
Completely convinced.
You are trying to give me
a fucking heart attack.
Do I even wanna know
why you aren't in New York right now,
or at the very fucking least on a plane there?
Let me guess.
You went out with your fuckwit friends last night,
and now you're too hungover to take a shit, let alone fly.
God. Talk about a shower of useless alcoholic cunts.
Jeez, Louise. That's a bit harsh, isn't it?
Even for you.
Oh, go fuck yourself.
You're spiraling out of control again, tris.
I'm gonna call you some morning,
and it's gonna be a doctor answering your phone
instead of you, as he stands over your dead,
booze-riddled shit stain of a smear of a corpse.
You can't act like you're a machine forever.
I'm flying today. Have I missed a call time yet?
No. Not for lack of trying, jackass.
Look. I'm packing right now, i swear.
I'll be first on the plane.
I'll believe that when I see it.
And while you're at it, don't be seen again
with that embarrassing brown sack of shit
you call a suitcase.
'Cause it is not romantic. It is ugly.
And every time you're photographed at the lax,
you look like a runaway hobo.
It has sentimental value.
Well, so did my pretty, pretty Princess panties
before I lost my virginity,
but I haven't worn those in years.
That's 'cause I said there's more holes on them.
Don't you even. Zip it.
And I tell you now, if you want new jeans,
then you're stuck onto... To those.
They still fucking fit, you asshole.
Perfectly. Like a glove, I'll have you know.
Just... will you take it easy and be on that plane?
Now what did I just say?
Don't be late. Be on the plane.
And?
No bag.
Please, do us all a favor.
For fuck's sake.
Jesus Christ.
Where the fuck are you?
What are you on about?
The church, Tristan.
Everyone's waiting. The entire fucking town, Stan.
We're all ready.
We're just waiting on you. Where the fuck are you?
Church?
Yeah. You've heard of it.
The big stone building god lives in.
You better be on your way.
Listen, I'm not falling for this one, gráinne.
That's not till the fifth of June.
May, Tristan!
Fifth of fucking may!
I'm in la.
- La? - Yeah. That's what I just said.
Are you fucking kidding me?
You'd better be fucking joking with me, Tristan.
No. I'm not. I'm in la.
Where, I don't know.
But I know I'm not back in that fucking cunt of aspas.
You're gonna break your sister's fucking heart.
I hope you know that.
Jesus. I said, I'm fucking sorry, like.
I do have other things going on in my life, you know.
You know, you're a selfish little prick.
It's always been about you.
Everything's always been about you!
Yeah, well, I'm sure i won't be that selfish
when I'm stung with the bill.
I won't need to be there for that, now, will I?
What the hell happened to you, Tristan?
Nothing. I've always been this way.
I'm just glad that your mother
isn't here to see this.
To see what sort of man you've become.
Yeah. Better off, I'd say.
Indeed.
If she was, it'd fucking kill her all over again.
Hey, darling,
I was just about to call you.
Don't even bother, Tristan.
The funny thing is,
I love you more than anything.
I would do anything for you.
And this is how you treat me.
What's worse, this is how you treat yourself.
Okay. Sweetheart, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, too.
What does that mean?
I'm sorry I thought you would change.
I'm sorry you lie to me constantly.
I'm sorry you're selfish.
I'm sorry you're a drunk.
I'm sorry you're a drug addict.
And most of all, I'm so sorry
you are such an incredible coward.
Listen. Wait a minute, now.
I'm clean...
I'm clean as a whistle.
And with me and you? Listen.
I'm trying as fucking best i can here, all right?
So please give me a break.
Go try somewhere else.
I'm done.
I never wanna see you again, Tristan.
Do you hear me?
I hope you die.
I hope you go die, because as far as I'm concerned,
you're already dead to me.
You're already dead to all of us.
Hey, angel.
Darlin'.
I know you're not gonna tell me
what all this fuss is about tonight,
so I'm not even gonna ask.
How are you?
Excited about my surprise.
Me, too.
And you're sure you wanna give up today for me?
I'm sure.
You are?
I've never been more sure about anything in my whole life.
I have you to thank for that.
No, angel.
You have yourself to thank for that.
Listen, darlin',
I checked my phone and the highways are packed,
so I'm gonna take surface streets instead.
Looks like I'll be with you in a little over an hour.
Countin' the minutes already.
Me, too.
I love you.
I love you, too.
How are you now?
Declan?
Dec? You there?
Tristan! That you?
Yeah, man. Sorry, didn't know you were on nights.
I can call back.
Well, hang on. Hang on there a minute.
Oh, Jesus, man. That's better.
What's going on? It's been forever, man.
Listen, I have a favor to ask you.
Yeah, anything, man. What's up?
You would be able to round up the boys the first week of July?
Sure, I can.
Tell me you're finally coming home to us now.
Something like that.
Listen, if you can do that for me, it'd be great.
I'm on it, buddy. Consider it done.
How is the family?
Ah, they're all good.
Cathy just started primary school,
can you believe it?
Man, time is just flyin'.
You watch the united game?
Oh, it was dark, man. I wish I didn't.
Only for Rooney, we're dead and buried.
Keeping us alive this year.
Come on, he keeps us alive every year.
He's all we've got.
It's gonna take us years, man, to get a team back.
Yeah.
Everything takes time, all right.
It sure does.
Com'ere. You all right, man? You sound a bit off.
Yeah, yeah. I'm sound, man. I'm just a bit tired is all.
Ah, too many Hollywood parties.
That's what's wrong with you.
Do you want it now? Do you?
No, no. I'm off the circuit now, dec.
Clean living.
More exhausted than I've ever been.
Fuck, it's not easy.
But I keep telling myself it's all worth it.
Yeah, I'll believe that
when I see it, buddy.
You fuckin' animal, you.
Com'ere, what's wrong with your pint anyway?
Take it easy on yourself, will you?
Nothing. Fifty of them is a different story, though.
You do know me.
Well, that's true, man.
You did always like a bit more than the rest of us.
But sure, you could handle it.
You're a party animal, man. That's what you do.
Not anymore. Honestly, buddy.
Ah, that's great, man. Proud of you.
I won't lie, I won't put money on you,
but, uh, I'm proud of you.
Com'ere, got on to your old lad there the last day.
Just to check up on him.
You know, he's doing all right.
I'll tell you why, he's as stubborn as ever, that one.
That'll never change.
Listen, I appreciate that though, dec.
How's work going? You all right for a few pound?
Oh, com'ere, I'm sound, buddy,
hold on to what you have.
For god's sake.
I saw your last movie anyway. You might need it, buddy.
You'll be back here grafting with me in no time,
making shite like that.
Go fuck yourself. It wasn't that bad.
What? Grafting me now, or that shit movie?
Both.
At least I got paid well for the film.
Com'ere, I've seen better acting
in Cathy's pre-school plays, buddy.
Ah, no. It's not bad.
Someone has to give you some shite for it.
Although that chick there, she'd some pair of tits on her.
Tell me now, you're after eating the box of her.
No, no. Not anymore, buddy.
Don't worry, the critics have you covered on that one.
On the tits?
That's a pity.
Arra. Some things fucking never change, boy.
Com'ere, sorry, man. Gotta run here.
The foreman's on my back.
Jesus, man, if cunts were scarce,
this lad make two.
Well, take care of yourself.
Will... I'll sort all that out with the boys for you.
Thanks, man. Really good chatting to you.
Yeah. Likewise, man.
- Take it easy, buddy. - - You too.
Tristan, my man. Joseph here.
Let me know when you're free to talk.
Tristan!
Joseph again.
Wanted to make sure you got my first message.
Mr. Blake, it's Dr. lynch.
Listen, I've been going over
your previous addiction treatment history.
And I have a concern,
I need to discuss with you as soon as possible.
Can you please call me back...
- Hello. - - Tristan, my man.
Joseph. Look.
I can't really talk right now. I've a lot going on,
- so maybe we can... - - Yeah, what's up?
A lot, man, just a lot.
Look, I really gotta go.
And I'm also driving, so I shouldn't be on the phone.
Oh, come on, now.
I know you've got that fancy car.
It's got a hands-free system.
- It has. - - So, we're good.
So where you off to, my man?
The palisades.
Aren't you supposed to be on set right now?
Who you going to see?
You get my voicemail, Joseph?
Yes, and yes. Payment received.
You never fail on payments. You're always good on payments.
Very deep pockets.
Super. So we're all square.
Look, Joseph, I'm feeling really, really good today.
I've actually never felt better, so no need for a session.
I've really got to run, all right?
Okay, movie star. You are the boss.
Here if you need me.
Bye, Joseph.
- Hello? - Dad.
I hope it's not too late for you.
Ah, no. No, son.
I don't have to be up early anyway.
The cows are calving.
It's really good to hear your voice, dad.
How are you feeling?
Oh, sure, I'm grand. I'm grand. I'm great.
I always feel great, son.
That's great, dad. That's really great.
So, uh, when are you coming home?
Listen, dad, i have a favor to ask you.
Yeah. Go on. Go on.
Anything at all, son. Anything at all.
I would really love for you
to fly out here in the first week of July.
Ah! No, no, no. Sure, I'm fine here, son.
And who would look after the farm, huh?
Who will make sure everything's in running order?
- It... - Dad, you don't...
What? No. No, look.
You just come home whenever you're ready, son.
All right. I'm here.
Kept your room just the same,
and your mother put the kettle on for tea.
I can't come home, dad.
I have to work over here all summer.
What? Can't you take holidays?
It's not that simple.
Yes, but you're working all the time.
You just take your entitled days.
It's the law.
With my job, it's different.
Look, I'll come home when I can,
but, for once,
I would really love for you to just come out here.
I beg you, dad.
I can't. Enough of that talk for now.
Right, I have to go and feed the cows.
I'll talk to you later.
You just come home whenever you're ready.
I'll wait. There's no panic.
Dad, you don't have to feed the cows.
What are you talking about?
Nothing. Look, I'll talk to you later.
Take care of yourself, please.
Which I always do.
I know, dad.
All right. Goodbye, now, Tristan, bye.
I love you.
Hello?
Movie star.
Joseph, I thought I told you i was really busy today.
Oh, no, you did.
But I could hear it in your voice.
You sound fragile.
And I just wanna make sure you're okay.
I'm fine. Thanks for reaching out.
You know, this often happens
when a patient passes a traumatic milestone.
"Traumatic milestone," what are you talking about?
Are you kidding me? It's your anniversary.
Don't tell me you don't know.
It's the one-year anniversary of your sobriety, man.
It's your sober day.
Yeah. I guess it is.
And it's normal
to experience feelings of anxiety
around this stage, you know?
Are you feeling stressed out? Are you feeling listless?
You're having a hard time sleeping,
dealing with your emotions?
Trouble with your memory?
Yeah. That's every day, Joseph. Look, I've really got to go.
I was afraid this was gonna happen.
What was?
Transference.
Please just talk normal to me for once.
For fuck's sake, i can't be googling shit
while I'm driving.
Oops, no, I'm sorry. I...
What I mean is this,
"when you think that you don't need me,
that's when you really need me."
Who are you, nanny McPhee?
Look, I appreciate your help, but I don't need it anymore.
I'm healthy. I'm clean.
I don't need a therapist.
So, you have no other doctor?
It was just me, and you've stopped therapy?
Yeah. That's what i keep telling you.
I'm keeping things together just fine on my own.
There's no one else.
I don't even want to use anymore.
I'm feeling great.
Good.
You just have to be careful, Tristan.
I am.
A relapse can happen in an instant.
In moments, everything you love,
everything you hold dear, can be taken from you.
Do you understand what I'm telling you?
Yeah. Of course, I do. I'm not going to relapse.
Okay, well...
And you sound confident enough about it.
But, before I go, I wanna tell you a little story.
I think you'll like it.
Do I have a choice?
Yes, of course, you have a choice.
You see, you always have a choice.
That's the beauty of it all.
The choice is yours.
Well, that's a relief.
You're a funny guy. No wonder people love you.
Okay. So, there was this kid, Luke Smith,
from... not his real name.
From Jersey, and about your age.
Tough childhood.
Parents beat him, burned him with cigarettes
when they weren't actually ignoring him completely.
They were addicts,
so, of course, he became an addict too.
Like parents, like son, right?
Anyway, by the time he came to me,
he was in a very rough shape.
But he worked on himself, long and hard.
He stayed committed, together we got him clean.
I got him clean.
Like I did with you.
And then, much like you, he met a girl.
An incredible girl.
And he rushed right into things.
He thought he loved her.
But he just loved the idea of loving her.
But he was fragile,
and he had never experienced true love,
or any love for that matter.
The relationship was everything to him.
And it was the strength of the love,
the power of that relationship,
that destroyed him.
At first, I was there to help him,
but as her hold on him grew stronger,
he pushed me out.
He told me he was okay,
that he was ready to move on,
he could handle things on his own.
Any of that sound familiar?
I told him what I told you, he wouldn't listen.
Had he listened to me,
he would have taken things a lot slower,
they'd be together today.
Instead, he relapsed, and she left him,
and he's right back where he started.
Alone, and a fuckup, and a loser.
Um, I shouldn't use that language. I'm sorry.
It's not very therapeutic. But you get my drift.
Yeah, well, that's that guy.
I'm not that guy.
I'll never go back there again.
Yeah. Well, you're a confident guy.
And it's very impressive.
But you need to listen to me, Tristan.
You think you're in control, and you're not.
Do you hear me?
You are at a critical juncture in your life.
Things could turn on a dime.
And they could be turning already.
Joseph, I told you. I'm fine.
Tristan.
I care about you.
All I want is to look out for your well-being
and protect your best interests.
You've already established
that you can't make decisions for yourself.
You think you're a man, but you're like a child.
All right.
Look, we'll connect in person soon.
I just wanna make sure that you're all right.
Look, Joseph.
Please don't call me again from a private number.
You know I don't like answering unknown callers.
You, of all people, should know that.
Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.
I hear you.
But you must remember how important...
I really am fine.
Mr. Blake, it's Dr. lynch again.
I haven't heard from you
and I've had to leave the office.
It is extremely urgent that we speak.
I will be available on my home line all night,
so please, at your earliest possible convenience,
return my call.
Thank you.
Will probably cost me triple calling her at the house.
Tristan.
Tristan, how long have we known each other?
How long have I slaved away on your behalf?
And, and after all we've been through,
this, this is how you treat me?
Come on, you're unbelievable, man.
Richard, come on. You're getting hysterical.
Yeah? Well, the truth makes me hysterical, Tristan.
The truth is, you're my agent.
So, deal with this. This is the gig.
Tristan, I'm an agent, not a fucking genie.
Okay, it's a 100-million-dollar production, dude.
You're out of your mind!
I told you my availability when we made this deal.
I couldn't make it to set until tomorrow.
I was crystal clear. What didn't you understand?
Honestly, I thought you were joking.
Okay, we all did. For god's sakes.
Joking, or high.
- Richard, come on. - -No, no. You come on.
When a huge studio says they need you on a set
at a certain time, on a certain day,
and they're paying you ten million dollars to be there,
you cancel your fucking facial, throw your shit in a bag,
and fly a day early.
- And I don't get a say? - - No! You don't.
You do not. You're putting this project on the line.
And by project, I mean, your ass.
Okay, I, I don't wanna hurt your feelings,
- but this sounds more like... -What? Sounds what?
Sounds more Hemingway?
Yes. It does, okay?
And he'll be calling.
I doubt that.
Alex doesn't have my number. Thank fuck.
He does now.
Excuse me?
Hey, if I didn't, he threatened to leave.
Maybe, you should represent talent
that doesn't threaten then.
Threaten what? My livelihood?
Is that like you're doing right now?
Thanks for the advice.
But I'll take that into consideration
the next time I take on a rising star.
It's Hollywood.
Everyone's a rising star until they start falling.
He's different.
Of course, he is.
He has his agent helping him ride the coattails
of his number one client.
Wouldn't that be great, Richard, if we all had that?
A free fucking ride to the top.
Everyone would be a star.
We'd run out of room on the fucking posters.
Oh, come on, give him a break.
He's a good kid.
He's an empty-headed dollar sign, that's what he is.
Is he the 6-1-7 calling?
The shit show now begins, thanks to you, Richard.
Tristan, please, don't fuck this up for me.
I'm overextended.
The cars, tricia's surgeries,
the kids' schools, that dui...
The bank's gonna foreclose on my house.
You wanna see me
and my family homeless?
Screw you, Richard.
You make more money than I do, for fuck's sake.
Yeah, fuck. I do.
Look. Whatever. All right?
Just fix it.
For all our sakes. Please.
And why am I doing your job again?
Hey, I tried.
I've been on the goddamn phone all morning,
but I'm just one man, okay?
There's only so much I can do.
Now, just talk to Hemingway. Calm him down.
We can't lose this one.
We can't? Or ye can't?
We! Look, after this,
you can go right back to those
independent low-budget heaps of shit you love so much.
Do this film, pal,
and your career is bulletproof.
Jesus. Some fucking agent you are.
What a client you are.
Help me out on this one. I'm begging you.
You always beg.
You're a money-crazed puppy in a brioni suit.
So what? So what? This is it. Last one, okay?
And don't be giving out my numbers to strangers again.
I have to go get a new one now.
It's a pain in the fucking hole.
What? Who, who did I give it out to?
- Joseph. - - Oh, yeah.
Well, I thought that would be okay.
I mean, he's your therapist, right?
He was my therapist. Past tense.
Next time, run it by me.
Have to go. Wee pest is on the other line, thanks to you.
About fucking time you answered!
- I'm sorry. Who is this? - - Oh.
Hey, you know what? Okay, look. I'm not sure how they do things
back in potato-ville, but out here...
"Potato-ville"?
If I can remember correctly, we built your country.
Okay, you know what?
I'll give you the full fucking resumé later,
starting with the fact that I've been
under contract at Warner's for...
Sounds like you skipped straight to the resumé.
You know, at least mine
doesn't have a train wreck at the top.
What, tell me yours again?
Every drug known to man,
a Maserati facedown in a swimming pool,
more abortions than the catholic church,
a fucking bicycle wreck that almost killed you.
- A motorbike. - - What?
- It was a motorbike. - That's what I said.
No, you said a bicycle.
You see, a motorbike is like a bicycle,
except with a motor.
Hence, why they call it a motorbike.
Jesus fucking...
I know what a fucking motorbike is.
- I'm just making sure. - - Whatever!
Look, for as long as you've been doing this,
apparently, you haven't learn one fucking thing about the biz.
- Listen, tre. - - Hey.
Only my family calls me that.
I'm happy you finally got a taste of success.
But that doesn't mean
you can go around threatening people.
That's just not how it works.
"How it works"? Wait, wait...
You think you know this town better than me?
No. I'm not saying
that's not how it works in this town.
I'm saying, that's not how it works, period!
Oh, fuck you, Blake!
Since Richard didn't have the balls
to explain shit to you before, I'll do it now.
I never liked you.
I wasn't a fan then, and I'm certainly not a fan now.
The only reason I took this job
was to work with this director to enhance my career.
I definitely didn't do it
to work with a deadbeat drug addict
that despite his many fuckups,
everyone still seems to like.
Why? I don't fucking know.
It's a fucking mystery to me, to be honest.
The only reason you got the job in the first place, tre,
is because this deadbeat drug addict
allowed his pussy of an agent
to piggyback his fucking pussy of a client
on top of me as part of the deal.
- Bullshit! - Ask him.
- I will. - Enjoy.
- By the way... - - What?
Our on-screen tension
is gonna come across quite authentic tomorrow.
Which should benefit you perfectly.
Because your acting is utter shite.
Oh, fuck you, Blake!
I'm gonna fucking...
Enough of him for one day.
Fuck that shitehead.
Tristan.
- Hey. - - Hi.
You finally have time for me.
Yeah, sorry. It's been a crazy day.
Everything okay?
Mm-hm, yeah.
I just wanted to see how you're doing.
I've been better, if you want the truth.
You haven't...
No, no.
Nothing like that.
Just work.
I see you're doing a new big budget movie.
That's exciting.
Everyone here's raving about it.
I guess it is big.
Who am I talking to?
You never got excited about anything.
When do you start?
Actually, that's where the "been better" is.
What do you mean?
Oh, just a mix-up with work dates, that's all.
Some stupid Hollywood thing.
- Should all work out okay. - - Why?
What have you gone and done now, Tristan?
I've done nothing.
Well, it can't be nothing
if there's a problem, now, can it?
I'm just doing what I want to do for once in my life.
Not what everyone else wants me to do
for their own benefit.
Oh, please. When is that new?
Look, whatever it is, just fix it, okay?
Oh, don't worry, siobhán.
The golden goose will still lay when asked.
The fucking cheek of it!
Well, you only call when you want something.
So, what else am I supposed to think?
Oh, yeah. Always right. Always right!
- Well, fucking, aren't I? - - No.
You fucking aren't!
Siobhán! Is there anything you want in particular?
Oh, too busy for family now. Is that it?
And, no, there is nothing I want from you, Tristan.
I was just checking in on you.
Checking in on my brother.
Is that a crime?
You sure about that?
Oh, fuck you, Tristan!
Okay. Gotta go. Talk to you later, sis.
Love you. Goodbye.
Tristan...
So, how is Hollywood's main attraction
of constant fuckups?
Splendid. How is Hollywood's most sarcastic cunt?
Fantastic! So, a no-show again.
Well done. At least this time
we can go out in a Blaze of glory.
Ah, we'll be okay.
I told them I wouldn't be in on day one, so this time,
I'm actually in the right. Can you believe it?
No, Tristan, I can't.
Skipping a 100-million-dollar feature on day one,
you better be well in the fucking right.
I am, this time. I really am.
Tristan, don't you go fucking lying to me.
I'm serious, honestly.
All right, okay.
So, what is so important that you're missing your first day?
And, more importantly, how come I don't know about it?
- It's personal. - - Oh, fuck personal.
I've been dealing with your personal shit for years.
Give me a cock, a beard, and that accent,
and I could practically be you, so what the fuck is it?
Caitlin.
Wah!
Just say it, Louise.
Not that grinning, all-nice,
walking bowl of frosting
pretending to help people and shit,
bitch of a Southern cupcake! Come on.
First off, she's a doctor. So helping people is her job.
Secondly, you haven't even met her.
But she's the Southern bitch i happen to love, Louise.
So please, go easy on her.
Oh, please.
I've met way more than enough
coming and going over the years to know it will not last.
And I've gone easy on you, way too fucking easy.
- This one is different. - - Look.
It's you that I care about, okay?
Not some Southern peach
looking to spend her days strolling rodeo drive
and telling her friends on Facebook
from her hometown of 50
that she's made it to the big time.
Always so supportive.
Well, I was supportive with Sarah,
who actually wasn't that bad,
until she ran off with your cat and your new car.
I was semi-hesitant with Patricia,
but only because with that body,
I would have fucked that girl myself.
But, good god, she would have snorted up Jack frost
if she had the chance.
And, finally, oh, Tara.
The best of the lot, good ol' Tara. Remember Tara?
She managed, in a single month,
to fuck your co-star, blame you for it,
blackmail you for thousands of dollars,
and, wait a minute, I think she actually did fuck Patricia.
Yeah.
She wasn't one of the best decisions
I've ever made, all right?
Like you've ever made any good decisions, Tristan.
Where do you find these girls? Seriously!
Okay, will you just please
promise me that you'll try not to do something stupid.
Like, I don't know...
Marry it?
- Louise. - - Oh, god, what?
When people aren't too sure, they walk.
When I'm not too sure...
No, you run and jump.
You stupid Irish fuck.
Oh, god!
All right. Well, I just better go prepare damage control,
in case the worst ends up happening,
which is absolutely inevitable.
And, also, why haven't you hired an assistant yet?
Why would I?
When I have my guardian angel always looking over me.
Oh, go fuck yourself. You can't afford me.
- Dad? - - Hello?
- Yeah, dad? - - That you, Tristan?
It is. Everything all right?
Ah, yeah. Everything's grand.
- Are you sure? - - Yeah, no, I'm positive.
Hey, it's my job to worry about you.
Not the other way around.
I know.
- So? - - So what?
You called me, dad.
Ah, ah. Yeah, yeah. No.
I seen you on the telly there, doing an interview and...
The weather looks great out there.
Yeah. It's always sunny, all right.
Yeah. No wonder you never want to come home. Ha!
Anyway, I decided and I think I should go.
Go where, dad?
I should go over to America to see you.
- What? - What do you mean, "what?"
I've just told you. I'm going to come visit you in America.
- Are you sure? - Yes, of course, I'm sure.
It's just la is far,
and it wasn't fair for me to ask you.
Ah, no, no. I think it'll be good to go.
Right? And I, I could get someone here to,
to look after the farm while I'm gone.
Of course. Sure, Declan will look after that for you.
Aye, aye. Now, uh...
What's the best way for me to get there?
Huh? You still there, Tristan?
Yeah, yeah. Listen, no worries.
I'll book the ticket and sort out everything for you.
All you need to do is ask Susan,
and make sure your passport is still valid, all right?
Actually, will you get Susan on the phone there for me, dad?
You're gonna love it out here.
And I can't wait for you to meet Caitlin.
Jesus, dad. I've been...
I've been waiting a long time for this.
Now that you're feeling better,
- I'll be able to bring you - who?
To all the sites we talked about.
Who... who is this?
- What? - - Who is this?
- It's Tristan. - - Who?
Tristan.
Tristan?
Yes, dad. It's Tristan.
I... yeah, um...
I don't know any Tristan.
Yes, you do. I'm your son.
No, no. I don't... I don't have a son.
Is this some kind of joke, is it? Huh? Who is this?
Dad, calm down.
You called me.
- It's your son, Jim. - Who are you?
Jim, I'm Susan, you're nurse.
And on the phone is your son, Tristan.
That is your son, Tristan.
Well, I have no son.
Just give me the phone, Jim, please.
Ah, no, no, no.
You're not getting...
Jim, be a good man, now, just give me the phone.
Hello, Tristan.
Yeah, Susan, is everything all right?
Yeah, listen, Tristan.
Your father is in no condition to talk right now.
I'm really sorry. It's just not a good time, okay?
Where's my jacket?
I have to feed the cows.
There are cows that need feeding at the park.
- Jim. - You have it?
Jim, come here to me now.
- Why? - Jim...
Where the bloody hell is my jacket?
- Huh? Where? - So sorry, Tristan. Jim!
Jim!
Look, Hemingway, I'm really not in the fucking mood.
Hemingway?
Who's Hemingway?
Oh, come on. Fuck off, Joseph!
...makes smarter movies.
I guess that's what I'm saying.
We're not idiots, Hollywood.
Although, maybe we are. I don't know.
People keep paying to see this crap.
So, yeah. Okay.
You win, Hollywood. We're idiots.
All right, that was cru
from north Hollywood who was, well...
Frank, to say the least.
The next film up is sunset parking,
starring that Irish fox, Tristan Blake.
Now, as you all know,
Blake had his share of personal troubles
over the past few years.
But, apparently, he's cleaned up and loaded for bear
in his new flick, which opened this past weekend.
And if you saw it, we wanna hear from you.
We've got a caller on the line right now,
"Barry in chino hills," you there?
Yo!
What's your opinion on sunset parking?
And try to go easy. Blake's had a rough ride of late.
Ha, he's given a few rough rides, as of late.
Am I right? I saw that sex tape.
Yes! Now that was a blockbuster.
He busted something, you know?
Barry. Shoot.
I just don't know why Blake
is doing these films again.
It's like the same big-budget crap
and it's getting old.
Now, don't get me wrong, I like the guy.
He seems down to earth and he can obviously act.
But he's run out of ideas.
Well, it does seem to be doing well
at the box office.
Of course, it is.
With all the promotion behind it,
he could star in et versus spiderman
and make money...
Playing et.
So, thumbs down for Barry.
Blake used to do all these cool independent movies.
They weren't big Hollywood blockbusters,
but they had class.
They had a bit of soul.
I don't know, man.
Blake just seems like he's in it for the money.
Maybe he's lost it, I don't know.
You hear that Blake? If you are listening,
Barry feels you need to go back to your old ways,
and stop being a sellout.
Do we have time for one more caller?
We do. Hello!
Hi, hi!
And who do we have here?
My name's Heather.
Longtime listener, first time caller.
Hello, Heather. So, where are you from?
And what you do for a living?
I'm an actress from long beach.
So, are you a real actress, Heather?
Or is it a "you take acting classes
and tell your friends you were once at the gym
with Leo DiCaprio" kind of thing?
Mm, I actually act on a series.
- It's called fractal . - Oh!
It's on the science fiction network.
Aliens and stuff, you know?
Cool. We've got a professional opinion.
So, let's hear it, Heather.
Okay, okay. This is what I have to say.
In order to do these low-budget independent movies,
Blake has to occasionally do big-budget crap.
-Exactly. - 'Cause it's an art form,
of course, but at the end of the day, it's still a job.
So, if it takes a pile of crap commercial movies
for him to give us his time, for free,
in some kick-ass independent, I, for one, support it.
I mean, yeah, he's had his problems.
But, unh, we all have.
He's still managed to stay authentic.
It's hard to do in this day and age.
Love it! Personally, I liked the film,
but I would watch that guy read the back of a cereal box,
take off his shirt, and with that accent, I'm sold.
Big budget, small budget, no budget,
iPhone sex tape, I am in.
All right, stay...
Tristan, my man.
Jerry, buddy. What's going on?
Chilling at the house, having a few beers. Listen.
I don't wanna talk out of school,
but I just got a call from my agent,
saying they were interested in flying me out
to take over on psycho elite.
Aren't you attached to that?
I'm meant to be, yeah.
But I thought you guys were already
in principal photography?
They started today.
Oh, so what's up? You're not on set?
I told them I couldn't be in till tomorrow,
but no one fucking listened.
Yeah, yeah.
Hey, everything all right, though?
Yeah, I'm grand, Jerry. Just wanted to sort out
some personal shit before I headed out.
Hm. Fucking studios, bro.
The second they panic, they start recasting everybody.
Cowards. No loyalty whatsoever.
Uh, what did you tell them, if you don't mind me asking you?
I said I wouldn't do anything
until I spoke to my boy.
Yo, my agent went apeshit, but fuck her.
Cheers, man. Really appreciate it.
Now, we can't be going around,
fucking each other out of jobs.
Town's too small, fucks up your Karma.
So, all good besides that?
Haven't seen you out in a while.
Yeah, all good.
Just staying low for a bit,
trying to get some stuff in order.
You know how it is.
Ah, good for you, man.
Can't be living ballistic all the time.
No, we can't. But we gave it a good lash though, didn't we?
Ah, yes. We did, man.
Rode hard and put away very, very wet. You know?
-You still with, um... -Caitlin?
-I am. -The blonde. Yeah?
Oh, that's unbelievable. This one's lasted!
It must be true love.
It must be.
Good for you, man. Keep it up.
I could use you out of the picture.
Now that I think about it, you're a pussy thief.
No one's safe.
Not anymore, Jerry. I am out.
Honestly, though, buddy. I appreciate you calling.
I owe you one.
You sure fucking do, Blake.
You ever hear anyone trying to take
a movie from up under me,
you speed dial my ass, all right?
You bet, I will.
All right. Hey, look, good luck with your girl.
Happy for you, happy for me.
Thanks, buddy.
- Look after yourself, all right? - - All right, later.
It's worse than we fucking thought.
What is, Richard?
Oh, fuck you, Tristan. You know what I'm talking about.
Okay, I just got off the phone with James.
He said, "they are seeking a replacement as we speak."
- I know that. - - You know that?
What? How the fuck do you know that?
Because, I just do, Richard.
Look. It's just one day, for fuck's sake!
I told them my dates. I told you my dates.
I told fucking everybody my dates.
It's not one day, okay?
It's the first day.
The very first fucking day.
If you're not there on the first day,
how are they to believe you'll be there on the second?
Because I said I would!
And, honestly, I'm sick of this conversation.
You work for me, not the other way around.
- Fix this! - - Look.
I know you're a moneymaker, man.
But this is not how...
No, Richard, this is exactly how it is.
It's business.
Either you do your job
or I'll find some other fucking donkey
over that cunt of an agency who can.
Now, fuck off!
What did you say to dad?
What? What are you talking about?
Dad. What did you say to him?
Nothing. I asked if he wanted to come visit. That's all.
Are you stupid?
Why would you do something like that?
Because I wanted him here, that's why.
Is it a crime to want your father to come visit you?
And he wanted to as well, before he had a turn.
I thought the medication was working.
He sounded fine to me.
Oh, god. How would you know that, Tristan?
You're never even here.
Anyway. That "turn," as you call it,
thanks to you, has resulted in him going missing again.
What?
Oh, I forgot. You're never here.
How could you know anything? He goes missing now and again.
Whenever he gets confused and worked up.
Why didn't you tell me that?
Oh, what the hell difference would that make?
Just tell me what happened, siobhán.
He ran out.
Just after talking to you.
After your lovely, apparently, harmless conversation.
You just couldn't leave him be, could you?
And did you find him?
No, he ran away good this time.
Susan said he went absolutely bloody hysterical
after talking to you.
He was too strong for her to stop him.
Who's out looking for him?
Siobhán, who is out looking for him?
- Everyone. - You?
Well, someone has to stay by the phone, don't they?
Jesus, you've gone and done it again.
What the fuck did you just say?
You heard.
Yeah, I heard you. I just didn't wanna believe it.
Oh, we all know why she did it.
Now it's happening all over again.
- That's not fair. - - Not fair?
Not fair? Please, Tristan.
The partying, the drugs, the women, the crash.
You think we didn't get the brunt
of that filthy sword back home?
Do you?
I could just about take it.
Even dad could, up until now. But mom...
You let her down so much.
She was an absolute wreck. Was that fair?
She was sick, siobhán. She was sick!
And I didn't know it. None of us knew it!
She always seemed so fucking happy.
Tristan, she was miserable.
It was you who made her sad. It was you who made her sick.
It was you who bloody killed her.
No, a rope and a fucking tree that killed her, siobhán!
Not me!
You didn't even turn up on time for her funeral.
And when you did get there,
you were out of your mind on god knows what,
and smelling like a bottle and a brothel all at once.
It was an embarrassment to all of us.
And, on top of that, we had to be reminded of it
by every blatant paper in the country.
And then, the wedding.
That topped it all.
Missing in fucking action once again.
The superstar arsehole.
Yeah, and since that day,
I've been trying to make things right.
You don't think I don't know what I was, what I did?
You don't think i don't wanna go back
and fucking change everything?
All the money in the world, siobhán, won't bring her back.
And all the money in the world won't save dad.
So, please, for once in your fucking life,
give me a break!
Because I'm trying my best over here! All right?
I have to go.
Siobhán!
I'll call you when I find him.
Siobhán!
Fuck!
Please tell me you have some good news, my darling.
I could really do with it.
Well, I just got off the phone
with your adoring agent,
and I explained carefully but forcefully
that you are attending to a critical personal matter
and he needs to relax.
You say that before or after you told him to go fuck himself?
Ha! Between, actually.
Seriously, that man needs to untwist his panties,
'cause he's like my aunt on Adderall.
Look, just do what you have to do, okay?
And then get your ass to that airport in the morning
or I will kill you myself.
You're the boss, Louise.
You're finally catching on.
Thanks, darling. I mean it.
You're the only one that actually gives a fuck about me.
Oh, I do.
Lord knows it's not the money 'cause you pay me fuck all.
Hey, y'all.
I can't come to the phone right now,
but if you leave a little message,
I will go to the ends of the earth
to make sure that I call you back.
Hey, honey.
Still en route.
Um, just wanted to call you and tell you...
How much I love you and...
How much I want us to be...
You know, that publicist of yours
is a sizzling cunt.
That's why I hired her, Richard.
Bullshit. You hired her
'cause she's fucking hot and a dictatorial bitch.
No, I hired her because she does her job.
You could learn a lot from her, actually.
Yeah, well, you'd better hope
she's as good as you say,
because the stunt she's pulling at the studio
is very dangerous.
- You worried, Richard? - - Yeah, Tristan.
I am a bit worried.
Well then, you're just as much of a fucking pussy
as she said you are.
Just lay back and let her take care of it.
That's what I'm going to do, pal.
Sounds fucking perfect to me.
I'll go ahead and give her your ten percent then, will I?
Yeah.
Very fucking funny, Tristan.
Gotta go. Pest is calling me again.
What do you want?
Are you coming? Are you not coming?
What is your fucking deal, man?
Listen. I don't have time
to explain to you why I'm not there.
I don't need to explain to you why I'm not there.
I'm none of your business,
and, frankly, you're none of mine,
so stop calling me!
I'll be there tomorrow morning, like I said I would.
This movie is pay or play for me.
So, I am more than happy to walk away
with a fat fucking paycheck.
And let's just see then,
do they still want you on the movie once I'm gone.
I'm sure my shitty career will survive it.
But yours, I'm not so sure.
So why don't we, as you yanks love to fucking say,
"can't we all just get along?"
Fuck you, Blake.
See you tomorrow, Hemingway.
Yeah, tomorrow.
Dec?
Tristan.
Were you all looking for him?
I was.
Of course, you were.
- Did you find him? - - We did.
Thank fuck. I was worried sick.
How is he feeling? Is he all right? Where was he?
We found him down by the river, in the last field.
He must have gone down there thinking there's cows
let out over the bridge or something, you know?
Jesus. Him and those fucking cows.
Yeah.
How is he feeling? Is he all right?
Listen, man. I owe you big time.
I'm sorry, Tristan.
He's... he's gone, bud.
Gone?
What are you talking about?
You just said you brought him back.
Look, I'm really sorry, man.
There's nothing anyone could have done.
You know your dad.
I mean,
he just gets something in that head of his,
and he's doing it, and no one's gonna stop him.
Tristan?
How'd he go, dec? And don't you fucking lie to me.
Oh, jeez, man.
I don't know, man. I don't think you wanna know.
Just tell me the truth.
We found him facedown,
in the dirt by the bank.
He must have slipped, and then...
Suffocated in the mud.
Okay.
I'm so sorry, man. Look...
I'm... I'm so sorry. He was an incredible man.
Don't be.
You okay, buddy? This must be unbearable.
-You know... -I'm fine.
Anything you need me to do, you just say it.
Look, I... I'll sort out the funeral arrangements,
the priest, coffin, mass, you name it.
I'll get it done. Anything.
No need.
You sure you're okay?
All good.
Well, look, you have my phone,
so you just call me anytime, Tristan, all right?
-Please call me. -I have to go, dec.
Thanks.
Fuck shit.
Tristan, my man.
It's been a long, long time.
You know what? I miss you, you Irish fuck.
We need to meet.
Yeah, absolutely.
Anything for my best customer.
The usual?
Double.
Yeah, you got it. Where you at? You at home?
I'll send you my location.
Cool.
I'm headed out right now.
Hey, hey. Tristan.
Yeah?
It's good to have you back, man.
Hey, darling. Just went for a walk.
I tried to call you,
but you were on the other line as usual.
Listen.
Something weird happened today.
Really weird, and I wanted to ask you...
Hey, y'all.
I can't come to the phone right now.
But if you leave a little message, I'll go to...
Siobhán.
I just can't believe he's gone.
I know.
Are you coming home?
- First thing tomorrow. - - Okay.
Okay.
I'm so sorry about what I said to you earlier.
Listen, forget about that. You were right.
I haven't been there for you guys.
I guess we're both sorry, then.
They're both gone.
I can't believe it, they're both gone.
I don't know what to tell the kids.
They just adored him.
They'll understand, eventually. Look, it'll take time.
But if they don't, they have you and tom to lean on.
Tom?
Tom's gone, Tristan.
Gone?
Tom left me. Left the kids.
Something about wanting
to fulfill his potential or something.
That's why I've been struggling.
He took everything.
He left me with literally nothing.
Why didn't you tell me that?
Look, you've had enough to deal with.
And when I did try to tell you,
you didn't wanna have anything to do with it. Or me.
Jesus, that fucking little prick.
Where is he?
If I get my fucking hands on him,
I'm gonna snap his little neck.
He's not worth it.
I was angry before, but now, I'm just happy he's gone.
This saved me a lot more heartbreak
down the line, I suppose.
Now, just get home safe. Okay?
I miss my little brother.
I miss you too, siobhán.
And, listen, don't worry about anything.
Don't worry about the kids. Don't worry about the funeral.
I'll take care of everything the minute I'm home. I promise.
Just come home, tris.
Okay?
That's all I want.
I'm coming home.
I love you.
Goodbye, siobhán.
Who the fuck is Joseph?
Tristan.
Tristan. Are you there?
I am, yeah. Sorry.
Who the fuck is this Joseph guy?
And why is he calling me?
He's...
He's a nobody. Listen, ignore him.
Well, I told him to go fuck himself, but...
But, Tristan,
he knows practically everything about you,
and I do mean everything.
And he's threatening to take it to the press.
Are you listening to me, Tristan?
I don't think you realize the magnitude of this situation.
He knows everything, things he shouldn't know,
things even I shouldn't know.
He used to be my therapist.
He never mentioned the word "therapist" to me.
Aren't they supposed to keep your private life confidentia
ah, yes.
That guy must've missed that day in shrink school,
because he was very explicit about some very personal shit.
So, what the hell is going on?
I don't know.
Well, you'd better figure it out, tris,
because this guy is serious.
Does he want money? Did you do something to him?
What's his problem?
I have no idea.
Oh, god. What a fucking disaster.
Look, I'm gonna be honest with you here.
I don't think this can be contained.
Not this much information.
Are you all right?
'Cause, you sound out of it, tris.
I hope you haven't...
- I'm grand. - - Tristan.
Oh, god, talk to me, hon. Please.
Please tell me you're not using again.
Oh, god, Tristan. I've been dreading this day.
Please, talk to me.
Tristan?
Okay, you're scaring me now, tris.
Dad died.
Jesus Christ, Tristan, I am so sorry.
Oh, you should have said something, hon. I'm just...
Rambling on like a fucking asshole.
Is there anything you need me to do? Anything at all.
I'm flying home first thing in the morning.
So, if you can look after the movie for me, it'd be great.
Oh, fuck the film, okay? It's just a job.
Fuck those people.
Look, is there anything else I can do, sweetheart?
Just tell me, you poor thing.
Hon, you already have so much to deal with,
without this coming down on you now.
Louise, are you okay?
It's just... It's just shitty, you know?
You never get a break.
Every time you try to do your best,
you try to change things,
something fucking comes up, you're mom and now you're dad.
It's just... It's just shitty is all.
Louise, it's life.
I'm just gonna have to deal with it.
Hon, you're a strong guy.
You are strong.
You just go and you mourn your father.
And I will take care of everything else.
Thanks, sweetheart.
I'm not just your publicist, Tristan.
I'm your family, right? You never forget that.
And, Tristan...
Yes?
Please, promise me you'll be careful.
You've come...
Way too far to let this send you back
to where you were before.
I won't.
I love you, kid.
Hello?
Who's this?
It's Tristan, Joseph.
Tristan? I don't, I don't know a Tristan.
Listen, stop fucking with me.
What is this about you calling
and threatening my publicist, threatening me?
Oh, Tristan.
Now I have it. I'm sorry, you're...
Your father's disease set in there for a second.
How is he doing, by the way?
Joseph, are you fucking listening to me?
I am listening to every word you say.
Why did you go to Louise?
And why did you start spieling off
a load of shit about going to the press?
To protect us.
"Protect us"? Protect us from what?
From you, Tristan.
To protect us from you.
What are you talking about?
There is no us. There never has been an us.
You fucking lunatic!
You actors.
You're all the same.
It's always you, you, you. Someone helps you succeed.
As soon as you arrive, it's like they never existed.
No matter how many necks you step on, on your way up,
you still insist you did it all on your own.
An insecure bunch of spoiled fucking brats,
the entire lot of you.
It's not even a job.
It's the people who save lives
that should be getting that kind of money.
People who make personal sacrifices,
in the shadows,
so that people like you can walk in the sun.
Ungrateful, selfish, grasping assholes like you, Tristan.
You don't threaten me.
I threaten you.
If you even think of releasing anything...
You're right. You're right, Tristan.
Your therapist is not supposed to threaten you.
Your therapist is supposed to keep your secrets.
That is very true.
I know you think that you are the center of the universe,
but the truth is,
I have a little secret of my own.
- "A secret"? - - Mm-hm. A secret.
Well, what the fuck is it, then?
Well, I can't tell you. As I said, it's a secret.
Tristan, I want you to guess my secret, I bet you can't.
Listen to me.
I will come down on top of you with everything I've got.
You won't work a single fucking day
in this town or any other town,
as long as I fucking live.
You will be working for fucking pennies,
flipping burgers back in the shithole you came from.
You unethical dozy prick! You hear me?
How's that for a secret?
Here is the thing about the patient-doctor relationsh
it's sacrosanct, it really is.
But it also only goes one way.
You talk, I listen. You complain, I soothe.
You tell me all your secrets, every dark moment,
every destructive mistake, every terrible frailty,
and I take it all in.
Everything flows one way,
patient to therapist.
And do you know what that means, Tristan?
Yeah. It means you're a fucking wanker.
It means
that the therapist has all the information,
all the control, and all the power.
What are you fucking at, Joseph?
None of these threats mean anything.
Anything I've said to you is covered
in patient-doctor confidentiality.
Do you even know what that is, you silly fucking twat?
It's an interesting word, "confidentiality."
You kidding me?
Me, client. You, licensed therapist.
Anything we've discussed in treatment is privileged.
Yeah. See, there in lies the secret.
I don't understand, Joseph.
Of course, you don't. How could you?
Because I've been protecting you.
I've actually been protecting us both.
But now...
I find that things have changed.
Who is us?
There is no us.
You're out of your fucking mind, man.
There has always been us,
even if you don't know it.
You've taken everything from me,
and because of this, we are inextricably linked.
I've taken nothing from you.
Now, I'm not mad though.
Not now.
Because I'm gonna take it all back.
I'm gonna take back everything that was once mine.
This is why I had to stop seeing you.
You're fucking losing it, man.
I know.
What you're gonna do today, Tristan?
Or, at least, I know what you think you're gonna do.
And I know that you think you'll be happy.
But you're delusional.
A man like you isn't even capable of happiness.
A man like you is only good at destroying things.
Well, I won't let you destroy her life
any more than you already have.
So, you might as well turn around now,
because the answer to your question
is going to be no.
Oh, fuck off, Joseph, you psychopathic cunt.
Tristan?
See, you didn't let me finish.
You see...
The boy I told you about...
The addict who lost the girl, the love of his life?
When he lost the girl,
the most incredible girl he'd ever known,
a girl with...
Heart, a girl who cared about the world,
and everyone in it.
It broke him into pieces.
But he was determined to get her back.
To show her that he wasn't just an addict
and a loser, a throwaway person,
human trash.
So, he got clean...
And he got strong.
And he tracked her down to Los Angeles,
where she had taken up with some asshole of an actor,
another addict, even more
of a self-hating loser than Luke was.
But the girl was blind to what a waste of space this guy was,
so Luke concocted a plan to protect her.
He would learn everything he could about this actor,
find a way to enter his life, and destroy him utterly.
So she could be free of him.
But even that didn't work.
All of that effort for nothing.
So he realized...
That he just had to take...
Take what belonged to him.
And then...
Take again.
Hello, Tristan.
Tristan?
Tristan, hon.
Is that you?