Sync and corrections by explosiveskull www.addic7ed.com
...wanna tell you somethin'.
I think I wanna tell you somethin'.
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I made my special heart pancakes.
What kind of jank-ass hearts are these?
That one looks like a butt.
Sorry. It was kind of a rough night.
But, um, this afternoon, I-I finally have my consultation
with the chief of staff at the VA,
- and I think... - Yeah, chiefs'll do that sometimes.
Hey, can I get some sticky sauce for these pan-butts or what?
It turns out, in World War I, the official term
for "PTSD" was "cowardice,"
- and you were shot for it. - That is interesting.
How are you holding up, Jimmy?
: When my guinea pig died, I couldn't jack off
- for, like, half a day. - I'm telling you guys...
false alarm. He truly doesn't give a shit.
Aw!
It nearly had it.
...mommy classes Becca's always yammering about.
Edgar? Edgar?
- Uh, yeah. What's up? - Big writing day
ahead of me. I need you to get all my usual writing snacks
from the British specialty store.
Shrimp-flavored crisps,
Wallington's choco-knockers, tartar biscuits,
kidney jerky, and then all your standard candies...
lemingtons, fluffingtons, rum Christophers...
I have eyes on him right now.
Subject is on the move.
Can I help you?
Sir?
A British flag balloon.
How did you know?
Oh, I pays attention to my girl.
Whoa.
Edgar.
Hey. Edgar.
Edgar, look at me. No.
- Edgar... - I've been thinking about you all day.
I could barely sleep.
Okay, you need your sleep.
Aren't you supposed to have your big meeting thingy
- with the head counselor person? - I was actually thinking,
instead, what if we just hung out here all day,
you know, just, like, laid in bed and watched movies?
Or... ignored movies.
Edgar, stop!
Why don't you want to go?
You've been waiting to meet with her for months.
What if I go and this is my best last chance
and they can't help me?
- Then we try something else. - What else?!
I've tried booze, drugs, talk therapy, pills.
If not for you, for me.
I need you to try.
Sometimes I see you look at me...
...and it kind of...
it scares me.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Dorothy.
I'm sorry.
I don't need you to apologize. I just need you to keep trying.
You are brave and you're smart and you're strong, okay?
And remember, when you go,
you just have to be your own advocate, okay?
They can fix you,
but you might have to fight for it.
This is the one time to not follow the rules.
It's their job to help you.
Edgar, where are your pre-moistened towelettes?
I don't have any. Why?
No reason.
I might need one in a few minutes.
Hey, look, it's your...
dumbass limey biscuit and fag store.
Um, Edgar, I thought you said you couldn't get
my writing snacks 'cause the store was cordoned off
due to police activity.
I, uh... I-I guess they caught the guy.
- Oh! - Aah! Oh!
Jesus!
You are lucky I didn't just break my wang.
Oh, I broke a guy's wang once.
They never tell you how far back it can and can't go.
It's the sideways that's really dangerous.
Oi! Eyes forward, pervert.
Uh, excuse me,
is this an audio tape?
I didn't know they still had those.
I guess poor people still need something to listen to.
I like my tapes. My brother gave me these.
This is my favorite because
- it reminds... - Oh, look!
He even has them in a little tape case.
Oh, my God, are we in the Smithsonian?
Do obese Midwesterners gather around your car,
pressing their be-churroed faces at the glass to marvel at your
ancient relics from an erstwhile time of low-fidelity
and inability to fast forward through songs quickly?
Agh!
Oh...
I swear, this is by far the worst Uber I have ever taken.
Oh, I almost forgot... give us your car booze.
Guys, I... I really have to get to my VA appointment.
Fine, but when you're done
with your stupid thing you're giving us a ride home.
Now...
Good.
Boy, oh, boy, son, I...
You know, I really got to congratulate you
on your tenacity and dedication
to overcoming your difficulties.
You-you really... you really are an inspiration.
Overcoming?
I'm, uh... Actually, I'm-I'm not doing so well.
Well, you got in to see me,
and that takes grit and determination.
Sometimes my own grandchildren have to make an appointment to see me.
Well, thanks.
But should it take grit and determination to get help?
Exactly.
Edgar, you are exactly right.
Believe you me, when I think of the difficulties
that our chronic underfunding has meant for our patients,
it just makes my blood boil.
We are making strides, though.
We have a plan to stop being fax dependent before the next war.
Wait, you guys know when the next war is?
No.
Oh...
I got you!
I like you.
I really like you.
Oh, that's so nice. You know what?
What the heck. I am prepared
to offer you ten sessions in our virtual reality trainer.
They actually build a video game
out of your trauma. It's really so fun.
But scary, of course.
But, more importantly,
it's shown real efficacy
in ameliorating battlefield trauma of your type.
- Well, I-I know about that. - Yeah?
But I-I was told that study was full up.
: It's our little secret.
- Shh. - Wow.
Okay. Thank you.
Mm.
But I-I guess I don't understand...
um, what if I hadn't kept asking
- and asking? - Let's get you signed up, shall we?
Okay.
So, you are taking Paxil,
Ambien, Chlordia...
11 different medications, actually.
Well, I take 15,
and I never went to war.
Getting old: don't do it.
Yeah, but actually, I stopped taking those.
Oh, dear. Which ones?
All of them. I stopped them all.
Okay.
So...
when you are back
on the full course of your prescribed treatment,
then we can revisit
whether we can locate a place for you
- in one of our alternative programs. - Yeah, but they
were not working for me, and this might.
If you're hostile to one of our treatments,
how can I offer you another?
Especially when our budget is limited,
and there's so many deserving men and women?
No, I'm-I'm not hostile, I'm... Okay? I just...
I don't like the side effects.
They make me feel blotchy.
Okay? I-It's just-it's just turning down the volume.
It... It's not living.
From where I sit...
we seem to be at an impasse.
No, I'm not leaving.
You're gonna help me.
It's the only reason you exist:
to help us.
And no, no,
it's not enough to be fed a one size fits all cocktail of shut up pills.
Oh, if we had shut up pills,
we would have prescribed them to you by now.
Oh, okay.
Okay. Aah!
Aah!
Are you done?
Okay. You feel free to make another appointment
once you're back on your prescribed medication.
Okay, hon?
Oh, sh...
Shit.
Hey, Jimmy.
We're ready to go. And I sincerely hope you've got our car booze.
A majority of your rating rests on this.
Uh, sorry, I-I can't come.
My, um... my car broke down.
Oh, well, that's not a surprise,
piece of shit with no auxiliary plug or car booze.
_
Goddamn it!
Cut! Hey, man! Hey! Can you not just pick up our prop?
We're gonna have to go again.
- Oh, sorry. I-I didn't notice you were... - What? You just
thought a paper boat was sailing down the river on its own?
I don't know.
- Don't talk to me that way! - Sorry.
We're making this silent short for a class,
and we don't have tons of film.
I don't understand why we have to shoot on film anyway.
I mean, I bought myself a Red with my bar mitzvah money.
Anyway...
- He has a good look, huh? - What?
Shit!
Hey, uh, that's my car.
Hello. I'm here.
Oh...!
Hey. Hey.
It's my car. I'm here.
- I'm just doing my job. - Oh, I know. I know.
I'm sorry. I, uh... I-I ran out of gas.
You can't just leave your car here. Sign?
_
And you got plenty of gas.
Look, I had to pull over.
I'm... I've been, um...
I'm having a tough day.
I drive a tow truck. Everybody's having a tough day.
Please?
You a vet?
What? How did...?
Your paperwork on the seat of your car.
- Dreams? - Some real bad ones.
- Hypervigilance? - I saw a sniper on the overpass.
IEDs in the trash?
Yes! Roadside trash is the worst.
Why can't they just throw it away?
Suicidal thoughts?
You know the stats?
22 every day.
Though, in truth, there are some Vietnam dudes
that are jacking up our numbers, but still.
I thought starting today, things would get better.
But they don't give a shit.
Here's what you got to understand.
They're not evil.
None of 'em are.
The military's job
is to sand down our humanity just enough
to where we can take a life.
That's it.
Afterwards, some totally separate branch gets to deal with
all these purposely broken motherfuckers.
Not only is that impossible with the resources,
that's just impossible, period.
Yeah, well, then, what are we supposed to do?
Not wait for someone to help you.
Figure out what works.
My man Carter... he hunts all the time.
This big chopper pilot I know...
...he goes to yoga.
And we make fun of him, but it seems to work.
Jorge hikes the PCT once a year.
I got this companion dog.
I wanted a big, mean, dude,
but the organization gave me this little scrub.
Mm.
He saved my life... this guy.
This other bro I know locks himself in his bedroom
and stabs his closet door.
I mean, he's not getting his deposit back,
but once the rage passes, he's fine.
I know you don't want to hear this,
but the minute you stop looking for someone else to cure you,
maybe you start living again.
Dude! Don't do that!
Oh, uh...
Sorry!
Sorry. I am s... sorry.
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Sync and corrections by explosiveskull www.addic7ed.com