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Nick, I can't give you any money. Yeah. Okay. It's just 200 bucks. I just need, um... I just need to get some shit together. I want to go to New York. New York? Yeah. I need to get out of San Francisco. There's too many... all these fucking bad vibes here all the time. Yeah, I just need a few hundred bucks. Why don't we just have lunch and talk? We can do that, right? Hmm. Hmm. How's Karen and the kids? Okay. They ask about you. It's their step up next week, and I know they'd love you so much. You're guilt-tripping me, all right? No, I'm just saying that they... I feel horrible about myself. I know they wanted you to be there, that's all. I'm sorry, Dad. I just need some fucking money, all right? So, please just give me some fucking money. Where does this end? I gotta see this one through. This is kind of working out for me right now. I got five days sober. It doesn't look like it's working out, Nick. Oh, it doesn't look like it's working out? So what, the therapy, huh? You can come home. No, that wouldn't... Make it work, please, Nick. Please. I've been doing some research. Been doing fucking research? You gotta be kidding me, Dad. You think that you have this under control. And I understand how scared you are. I understand why I do things. It doesn't make me any different, all right? I attracted to craziness and you just embarrassed because I was like you know I was like this amazing thing like your special creation or something and you don like who I am now Yeah Who are you Nick This is me Dad Here this is who I am You don't like what you see? You know, the more I think about it, Mom should have gotten custody. Because you always gotta be fucking controlling everything all the time. You're allowed to be mad at me, Nick. I made mistakes. I understand that. I wish that I hadn't, but I did. But God, what you're saying right now doesn't make any sense. You were doing this right, Nick. You're fucking controlling me right now. It is not you, Nick. It is a drugs talking. What does it even fucking mean, huh? Psychological terror. It's what addicts do. What the fuck are you doing right now, huh? What is this? What are you doing, huh? Oh, man. I wanted to go like this. All right. I should go, Dad. Let me book your room at a hotel for a couple of nights. No, Dad. Why don't we just go get some food? You say goodbye at least. Bye, Dad. I'm sorry.