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Boy!

Boy!

Oh, fuck.

Hey!

Hey!

Who did this?

Come out, you hear?

Oh, my God!

Hey.

Is Lyla here?

Lyla?

Yeah, yeah, she's here.

- Do you live here, too? - No.

- Are you her boyfriend? - I'm just a friend.

Okay. Hey... who are you?

Can I come in? Look, I'm her brother.

- Yeah, man. Come on in. - Yeah? Yeah? Okay.

Hey, wait a minute.

Lyla?

Lyla.

What the fu... what the fuck! Get the fuck out!

Get the fuck out! Shut the fucking door! Shut the fucking door!

Get out! Get out! Get out!

- Morning. - Why are you here?

Look... I need...

You can't just barge into my place like that.

- I needed to talk to you. - You should've called.

- I know, but I didn't have a choice. - You can't just walk into someone's place.

- It is serious, okay? - I'm serious.

Would you just give me three minutes?

What's the matter?

Do you have any coffee?

- Yeah. - Can I have some?

Thanks.

- You want any cream? - Do you have any skim milk?

No.

Cream's fine.

- You want some? - It's 9:30 in the morning.

So what?

Mona... wanted me to tell you happy birthday.

Thanks.

She would've told you personally but with Peggy and Bobby,

she's got her hands full.

How are they?

Good. They're good.

Bobby's starting school... first grade.

You should... you should come and see them.

Yeah.

So... was that your boyfriend?

Nope.

- Oh, Jesus, Ed. Don't be so puritanical. - I didn't say anything.

Are you gonna go find him and beat him up like you did to Charlie Meadows

- in the 7th grade? - I didn't say anything.

I sincerely doubt that you drove all this way to try to parent me.

- Look, I'm not and I didn't. - Okay, 'cause I'm doing just fine.

- Yeah, I can see that. - Can you?

- It is crystal clear. - Okay, what do you want?

It's about Martin.

- What about him? Is he all right? - I think we need to go get him.

Go get him? What do you mean, where is he?

He's at the lake house.

Isn't that... I mean, that's where he's supposed to be, right?

Lyla, something is very, very wrong.

What?

- Have you talked to Martin? - I don't think he has my new number.

He called me. He left me a message and it sounded bad, it sounded off.

- Call his doctor or something, the clinic. - No, no, no.

This is something that you and I need to take care of first.

- Why? - Because he trusts us.

And he won't be so explosive if you're there.

Oh, fuck.

Look, Lyla, this is not something that we can turn a blind eye

while some idiot throws him down a V.A. clinic shock corridor.

- Okay? It will kill him this time. - I thought he was better.

- So did I, but he's not. He's sicker. - Sicker how?

I don't know, he just is. Will you please just come with me?

Listen, I don't want to ask you to do this.

Maybe... maybe I'm overreacting, okay? But maybe I am not.

And I am not up for burying both my parents and my brother

in the same side of this decade. So will you please come with me?

- Okay. - Okay.

Okay.

Get dressed.

Bring a coat.

Hello. No one is available to take your call.

Please leave a message after the tone.

Eddie, it's me, it's Martin. I need you to listen to me, okay?

I can't say much, but I don't need to.

If anything happens to me...

I just need you to know this, I just need you...

That I finally cracked it. I was right all along!

No matter who tells you what, do not believe anything they say.

I've uncovered the truth!

That'll bring some pretty serious consequences.

I guess what I'm trying to say is I love you, Ed.

They're probably gonna say some...

pretty terrible things about me when it's over.

It's...

No! No...

Morning, Star Shine.

How are you still awake?

If I dozed off, we'd both be dead.

Har, har.

- Do you wanna stop somewhere and rest? - No.

I wanna plow through. If we don't stop, we'll be there before morning.

- Can you at least turn the heat on? - No, it'll make me drowsy.

You're crazy.

- Jesus, Lyla. - What?

- You serious with that? - It's fucking cold, Ed.

Do you always carry a flask on you, or is that something new?

- Only to bullshit situations like this one. - You know it's a myth, right?

Alcohol doesn't actually warm you. It lowers your body temperature.

Ladies and gentlemen, this has been your fact of the day.

- Well, I hope you know what you're doing. - I do.

Okay.

Ed, I'm sure he's fine.

We just need to get up there.

He might not wanna come with us.

I'm aware.

Then what?

I don't know. I haven't thought of that yet.

Look, I just know when we get there you don't talk about doctors, or clinics,

or anything like that. Do you understand?

- Why? - Because just don't!

Look, I just... I need you on my side this time, okay?

- I'm here, aren't I? - Look, even when we get up there.

I am. Don't be so paranoid.

Don't touch it.

I got you those.

This is how you're gonna keep me on your side?

- I just know you like them, is all. - Yeah, when I was six.

- I'll take them back then. - I didn't say that I don't still.

- You gonna be on my side? - I already told you I was.

I'm gonna need your flask.

What?

Look, I don't know what to expect when we get there.

- I can't have you out of control. - I'm not out of control.

I don't want it to be an issue, okay?

- This is about Martin. - No!

- You'll get it back when it's over, okay? - Stop parenting me.

Look, I'm not parenting you but I need you to start acting like an adult.

Okay? Just for this.

Please?

- Thank you. - Whatever.

You should put your seatbelt on.

How do you know he's still here?

I don't.

Martin?

Marty?

Why do you think he has all the windows covered?

God only knows.

Marty!

Did you hear that?

Let's try the other door.

You have a key to this place?

What are we doing knocking on the doors and banging on the windows?

He's a grown man, Lyla. I don't wanna just barge in on him.

But you can barge into my apartment.

- Your boyfriend let me in. - He's not my boyfriend!

Okay, Jesus Christ, I will call next time. All right?

Marty?

Martin?

Ed?

Oh, my God.

If Dad saw this place, he'd be spinning in his grave.

Jesus.

Ed.

- Ed! - Hang on.

Get back! Get back!

You can't just be... You shouldn't be here! Why did you come here?

Were you followed? Why did you come here?

Ed!

Were you followed?

Oh, my...

Fucking answer me. Were you followed? Answer me!

It's just us!

It's just us, Martin.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck. No, no, no, no, no.

- Why did you come here? - I got your message.

No, no, no, no, no!

My message told you not to come here! I told you not to come!

We were worried about you, Martin.

Oh, yeah, yeah, that's very kind of you. Lyla. Hey. Thanks for your concern.

Especially considering the last time I saw you, you didn't even have tits yet.

- Marty - You did the opposite of what I told you!

This goes back to our childhood, I think!

- Marty! - What, Ed?

What's the gun for?

- Protection. - Protection from what?

- You don't wanna know. - You don't need that anymore, all right?

Can I have it?

- Oh, God, I get it now. - Martin.

Yeah, I get it.

Did anyone ever fucking tell you... that interventions don't actually work?

They're just vanity pieces, Ed. Especially surprise ones!

Put the gun down!

Put it down!

Look...

I'm not going back there. Do you understand me?