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Man: Pardon?

Oh.

Three?

Is one of you gonna pay or what?

Uh, hi.

Um, this is Michael Rosen.

It's past 9:00. No check-ins.

I'm sorry. We tried to, like, get here as soon as we could, but...

He can sleep on the couch

'til the intake counselor arrives in the morning,

or y'all can check in to a motel nearby.

One second.

Make yourself comfortable.

Woman: I knew it. I knew it.

I told you. I told you, but you don't listen, do you?

Because you don't care.

I told you that I wasn't gonna be able

to sleep a wink without my Tinsley.

Judith, I have had it with you and everybody here at New Realms!

You good?

Yes.

So before we start your detox,

we need a full inventory of your belongings.

You need an interpreter?

You deaf?

I'm gonna have to confiscate your phone.

Plus, we need to do a strip-search.

Come on. Chop-chop.

It's rehab. It's what we do here.

Just what do you think you're doing?

I'm sorry, Judy. I-I couldn't resist.

Back to bed, Noah.

You can expect a drug test in the morning.

Judy.

You were going through his stuff.

What'd you think was gonna happen?

Good morning.

I'm Vincent.

Let's, uh, get your intake started

and get you into detox.

Y-You'll join everyone else after 48 hours.

Two days.

I'm not gonna tell you to wake up again, Noah.

Morning group is in 15.

We have your phone.

You can check your e-mail in eight days.

See you in group.

He lives.

Sorry. We won't have an interpreter

out here for another day.

Hold on.

Take this to group.

Vincent: This morning, we're gonna check in with our feelings.

We are going to pass around this board

so everyone can participate,

communicate themselves,

and feel like they're heard. Okay?

- "I feel blank... -

"because I want...

blank."

Okay?

Here you go, Zagat.

Vincent: "I feel pissed."

She won't ever shut up about her dog.

This is a total violation of the Americans With Disabilities Act

that I can't have my service dog here.

- Mm-hmm. - Total violation!

Noah, what did we talk about?

Oh. My bad, Vinnie.

Very good, Robbie.

"I feel anxious."

That is not how you spell Percocet.

Well, fuck you!

- Hey, hey! - Assault! Assault!

Hey, hey, hey.

Okay, we are not going to weaponize

this white board again. You hear me?

What we are gonna do is support each other.

They're just awful, depriving me of my service dog,

and they can't even get you an interpreter.

That's her, Tinsley.

My stepdaughter's watching her.

She doesn't exactly like dogs.

Hmm.

I really love the way you listen.

I mean, not even listening, but you listen.

I knew that you and I

were gonna have a deep connection

when I saw you check in.

Who was that woman with you, by the way?

Is that your wife?

You looked really sad to see her go.

It's no problem.

Um...

I didn't learn that trick...

until my second rehab.

I only understood "shit."

What?

Oh. Um...

my mom's sister...

Sister. Aunt.

Don't worry.

I can't have sex.

I'm a sex addict.

Among other things.

I cannot get that sound out of my head

when I stepped on her leg and broke it,

that scream of pain.

When I got in the car, I-I just wasn't thinking.

I wanted to get her help. That was all.

Michael, it's your turn.

Interpreter: I don't know where to start.

You can start by talking about what got you in here.

Pills. Definitely pills.

Oh, no, he looks like a crack kind of guy to me.

Fentanyl?

I never sucked anybody off for money.

I never broke my dog's leg either.

Sorry, but my drinking horror stories are not that bad.

You need to apologize to Noah and Zagat.

And if you can't do that,

you need to leave group.

Ah.