Flaked

Fuck.

No, I'm not what I look like I am!

Fucking Euros.

We come to these rooms, we work the steps

and we trust that one day, we'll be rewarded.

And then, eventually, that day comes

and the reward is greater than we could ever imagine.

I met a girl.

- -

And this girl's different from all the other girls that I've ever been with,

in that, she actually likes me.

She likes me for who I am.

Well, she doesn't really know me yet. It's still early days.

I haven't told her that I am sober.

Looks like you on top of the world, huh?

What? Oh, yeah.

Hey, George, listen.

Chip showed up at the house last night. He was looking for a place to stay.

But I did what you told me to, and I stayed strong.

May I ask you a personal question?

Uh... Yeah, okay.

You deep-dick her?

I'm sorry, man.

The girl you were going on about in there, did you deep-dick her?

What? No. Not yet. I will.

I want to deep, you know, dick her.

I just haven't been in the position.

- Look, you can do it in any position. - George, I'm not comfortable having--

- Don't wait too long, though. - George!

Before you tell her that you're sober.

Oh. Yeah, no, I will. I just haven't been in that position.

You can do that in any position.

I killed a man.

Just this morning. In fact, I kill a man every morning.

That man is me.

I kill my past.

You see, the now is like a boat.

And the past, trails behind like a wake. A wake that...

fades into the distance and disappears.

Vanishes altogether.

- Can you picture this? - Yes.

Now let me ask you a question.

Think about this.

Does the wake power the boat?

- Does it? - No.

- Does the boat need the wake at all? - No.

So then why do you think you need your past?

Good morning, my neighbor. I'm Cooler.

I just moved in last night.

Guten Morgen.

Hey.

Dennis isn't here.

Okay. I'm sorry, who are you?

- Airbnb. - Oh, yeah.

Nice to meet you, Herr Bnb.

Are you making the coffee?

Yes, yes. In a second.

You must be Mrs. Bnb.

Airbnb! I got it. Oh, with the Internet thing.

Would you like a coffee?

Three of you, huh? That's...

- -

What?

He wants your towel.

- Oh. -

Guten Morgen.

Dennis.

- Dennis! - Chip?

Hey, hey.

- What the fuck are you doing here? - I was desperate, man.

- For what? Coffee? - No, no, no. No. I needed to...

I needed to get clean and I had nowhere else to go.

- You came here to get clean? - Yeah, man.

So, what, you're asking me to be your sponsor?

No, I...

Yeah. I guess I am.

You just told me last night that you hadn't been drinking.

No, I haven't, but I just, you know, I can't do it on my own.

I don't know, man.

Are you gonna be able to take orders from me?

Be honest. Because that's what it's gonna take.

Sure. Whatever you say.

- Good. Let's go. - What? Where are we going?

Santa Monica. I have to do a wine pick-up.

Your first play as my sponsor is to take me to get wine?

No, man. I'm gonna drop you at a meeting.

- Now? - Your first play is to not do what I ask?

No, it's just that... I'm supposed to go meet London.

Do you want to get sober or not?

Yes. Just not in this towel.

Oh, yeah. Well, come get a shirt.

Who was that girl I saw last night coming out of the house?

Oh, fuck you, man. You are not gonna swoop. Not this time.

- Hey, man. I just asked her name. - Well, I'm not telling you.

- I thought I recognized her is all. - Well, you didn't.

I'm sorry. You're my sponsor, I wanted to be honest. And I thought I knew her.

Sorry. I just really like this girl. She runs the fitness place, WMD.

- Rosa. - Fuck me! I knew it. It's a swoop.

Calm down. Jesus, just because I know her name doesn't make it a swoop.

- I know your mom's name. It's Jackie. - What do you have to bring her up for?

What does she have to do with this? You know, you are just like her.

You can't stand to see me happy, so you have to destroy it.

What are you trying to say, Dennis?

That your mom and I are perfect for each other?

Don't even.

Hey, did you say anything about this to George?

I did. He told me to deep-dick her.

Oh, you know what, if I were you I wouldn't--

You know what, I'm gonna stop you right there.

I'm not interested in hearing what Chip would do in this situation.

- I wouldn't tell George. - I don't wanna hear it.

I'm the sponsor, I ask the questions. All right?

All right.

Where did you end up staying last night?

Oh, it was right... right on the beach.

They got valet at an AA meeting? Fucking Santa Monica.

Fucking Santa Monica.

All right, look, I'll meet you back here in an hour, all right?

And you may wanna stay away from the whole "I killed a man" rap.

Actually, don't mention it at all. Just tell the truth. It will set you free.

You got it, boss.

All right, all right! Grab some fucking serenity.

- Wow, thank you. - Have a nice day.

- It's okay. I didn't take it personally. - You saw me walk out.

I'm sorry. I had to meet a friend.

Don't apologize. It takes more courage to walk out than to stay put.

I just didn't get a good night's sleep so I guess I wasn't feeling very awake.

So you came to get coffee?

- This is my shoe. - Almost got it!

I tried to get a coffee over on Rose, but the thing took off.

So now I feel like I've done half a triathlon

just running after it, man.

I'm too dehydrated. I don't even think I want coffee anymore.

Oh.

Looks like you're releasing a lot of old toxins.

Mm-hm. Mm-hm.

Thank you, brother.

I just woke up real hard-line cramped.

Just surrounded by shit from my past, you know what I mean, holding me back.

It's just some days, I-- It's hard to just even get in the driver's seat.

You know what I mean?

That's what happens when you carry the past around with you.

The past is dead. You have to let go of it.

Trade it in for the riches of the present, and only then can you be happy.

Whoa, dude. Did you just make that thought up?

Here you go, man. Can I get your keys?

Keys.

Thanks.

Wait. How do these look on me?

- Very good. Yes. - These look really good--

Hey, guys. Hi. How's it going?

- Hey. - Hi, I'm Dennis.

- Hi. - I'm Chip's sponsor.

- Alex. - Alex. Cool. Nice to meet you.

- We gotta go. - I do?

Yeah, you do. You have to do what I say. Remember?

He had a big slip recently, so he needs to be kept on a short leash.

Dennis is a rookie sponsor. So I'm just breaking him in.

Oh, you're the friend.

What? No. No, no. He's the friend now.

- No. Wait. What did he say about me? - Nothing.

You can't trust anything he says.

Other than he values you as a friend.

- Did he ask you to say that? - No.

And he also said that you're the reason he wants to get sober

and hopefully rebuild the trust that he lost.

He's a good guy.

- Okay. Well, we better go. - We gotta go.

- Well, you've got my number. Use it. - Yeah. Nice to meet you.

You got her number?

She stuck her hand out. She wanted to help.

Oh, yeah?

Dennis, don't be jealous. You're still my sponsor.

- You're doing great. - You know that's not what I meant.

But thanks for the vote of confidence.

I'm not into her, man. I got London, remember?

Is everything okay between you two?

I don't know.

It kind of feels like she's... pulling back.

- Did you tell her the truth about... - No, no way. It's way too loaded.

- What, you're just gonna keep up the lie? - I don't know.

I wanted to make amends, you know, but then I thought...

"Unless to do so would injure them or others."

- You found a loophole in the Ninth Step? - The Ninth Step is a loophole.

- I'm just trying to do it by the numbers. - I'm not sure that adds up.

So, what happened?

We went to look at a place together. Turned out to be Cooler's pit.

Can you believe that place is four grand?

Oh, yeah. Paying rent in Venice is not exactly your area of expertise.

I don't know, man. She just seemed disconnected,

- like she was on a seven-second delay. - Then give her a minute.

It's a big decision, man. Maybe it's just too much too soon.

Look, this is some emotionally charged fucked up shit, man.

You're just probably holding on too tight.

I mean, think about it, you have lost everything.

You've lost your house, you've lost your store,