Room 104

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'Sup?

Hi. Hey. Peace.

How ya doin'?

- Fine. - Okay, good.

Good. That's good. That's good.

So, do you think, like, are-are you feelin' ready?

I don't know what the fuck you're talkin' about.

Ready for what?

That's not even a real fucking laugh.

What, are you choking now?

- -

Oh! Oh, man. - Ugh.

What? What's so fucking funny?

You. You are, Sam.

How do you know my name?

You... Okay. You really have no idea what's going on, do you?

Okay, okay, okay. You know what?

Actually, maybe it's better this way.

What the fuck are you even talking about?

What the fuck do you want from me?

It's star time, baby!

It's time...

to begin.

Oh, it's time to begin? I don't have to do shit.

No, Sam. You're right. - Shh, shh, shh.

You don't have to do this,

but you want to, so you will.

That's right. Who's gone now, bitch?

God.

Oh, yeah!

Ho-ho! Shit, yeah, Sam!

What the fuck is going on?

Oh, God. How do you do that?

Ain't nothin' like that star time, eh, Sammy?

- - : Whoa.

Oh, baby girl! You still don't get it, do you?

- What the fuck do you want from me? - See. Right?

Exactly.

That's the big question.

And it's a long time comin' too.

Fuck you.

I don't even fuckin' know who you are.

That... That hurts, Sam.

After all these years,

that really fuckin' hurts.

And then, the pilot said

I could come up to the cockpit and see it.

And he gave me this airplane,

and said one day, I could be a pilot if I studied.

So that's my show share.

Okay. You know, thank you so much, Griffin.

That was wonderful.

And, uh, Sam. Sam, are you ready?

Sam?

It's okay. Come on.

It's okay, Sam.

Now, what did you bring for show share today?

Oh! What is that?

Medicine.

Wonderful.

And why did you bring it for show share, today?

I had a really bad cough,

and my mom gave me some to drink,

and it helped.

Okay, well, thank you for sharing.

And then that night,

my dad came home, and he heard me coughing.

He woke me up,

and then he gave me some more.

He didn't know I already had some.

And then he tucked me in.

And it made me feel...

warm.

And when I closed my eyes,

even though they weren't open,

- I could still see... O-Okay. That-that's good.

Don't you wanna know what I saw?

Uh, of course. Yes.

Stars.

No, too much.

I can't breathe.

Please! Help!

: Somebody help me!

All right! -

Yeah! Let's turn it up a notch!

: All right.

Success only comes to those who work for it!

- -

- I can't... I'm sorry.

Did you just say you can't?

Excuse me one second.

All right. Let me see right here.

"New Year's resolutions.

"Quit drinking for spring semester, sophomore year.

"Take up track.

Beat the school record for the 800-meter dash."

- Why?

: I said, why?

Because... - : Because?

Because you don't have to be...

Spit it out, Sam! Come on!

You don't have to be good to win the 800.

What do you have to be, then?

You just have to be willing to suffer the most.

That's right, my girl!

That's right! You just have to be willing to suffer!

Aw, shit! Yeah!

- Stop it! - Get those endorphins.

That's right.

Get them stars.

That's it.

Stop. Get it.

- Get it, girl!

You gotta work to reach for them stars!

Star time. Star time!

Star time. Woo!

- -

Okay. All right. That's probably enough.

Come on. That's too much, Sam.

Ooh!

You're not gonna run competitively ever again.

You're gonna need to figure something else out.

That's good.

You're learning the fine, ancient art of meditation.

For this next chapter, I want you to get into your car,

go to that highway at night,

and just drive for a bit,

and feel the wind on your face.

Doesn't it feel nice, just the wind?

And I want you to ask yourself, "Is it enough?"

And when you feel safe,

I want you to take a look up at that night sky.

Mm.

Mm-hmm.

The stars, take them in.

Are they enough?

After all, we are all star dust.

Maybe that's all we need,

some star time.

Maybe, just maybe,

this is enough.

Maybe,

just maybe.

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Aw! Son of a bitch! - Fuck!

Hey.

Sorry. Didn't see you there.

What the...?

Fuck, man. Did you not fuckin' see me there?

Yeah, no. It's just, uh...

You know, you see that curve, and then, uh, you just didn't...

Man, were you over the line, a little?

No, I wasn't over the fucking line, fuckin' asshole.

Okay, let's not, maybe throw out...

the assholes this early, all right?