Huff

Previously on Huff...

You're supposed to be thinking about what I'm feeling here!

Put the gun down right now! Hey!

Dad isn't dead, mother.

Well, he is to me.

You're pawning me off on someone else?

You will regret this.

You are always barging into every situation

and demanding attention, making it all about you!

I have had just about enough, Beth.

Mom?

It's just my back. I just need that--

Oh, my god!

Oh, god, help me!

My mother's going to die, and where are you?

You're married.

You wore a ring at lunch. You're not wearing it tonight.

Good morning.

Do I know you?

I will stick my finger up your ass.

Pepper!

This is what we call the giddyap powder.

Heroin?

Get out of my house, you fucking pathetic lunatic!

You look me in the eye and tell me you kissed her on the cheek,

you fucking asshole!

I kissed her on the mouth, ok? Twice, all right?

Are you happy now?

Twice?

It's where girls wear lipstick and give guys blow jobs.

What else are you doing?

No!

No. It's ok. It's ok.

No please! No! No!

I wigged out at lunch. They've been after me all day.

They make me want to jump out the window.

Told me I could fly.

Hi, mom.

Hello.

Please tell me. What do I have to do to get some of your fucking attention?

I was your girlfriend the night we took ecstasy

and smashed your flat screen.

Oh, god!

I was horsie number 17.

Oh, yeah. Now I remember.

I'm going to have a little baby Russell.

I'm ready to go home now, mom.

Oh, my god, you are so beautiful.

I'm going to be kibble.

But I will die if I get any closer to you, Teddy.

A drug called Clozaril.

There's a very small chance that he could have a fatal reaction.

Then no.

Mom, Teddy's outside whether you like it or not.

Sweetie, this isn't as bad as it looks.

You fucked my mother!

Hey, ma, how about it? Can I have that pill now?

- No! - Shit!

Teddy!

Teddy!

Oh, my god, you are so beautiful.

I had no idea how beautiful you would be.

Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful.

All fucked up.

I fucked up.

Who cares, man?

You're supposed to be thinking about what I'm-- what I'm--

what I'm feeling here. What I'm feeling here, you know?

I'm afraid we have to stop.

I don't feel safe with you anymore.

I mean, how many people do you think you truly help?

Who the hell are you?

But you're going to be there for her, too?

It's just like you're there for every single other person in your life

who is sucking you dry.

Who the hell are you?

No, I'm not leaving you, but I am leaving.

Who the hell are you?

- You're crazy! - I am not crazy!

Yes, you are. Please come here and get him. He's crazy!

You didn't have to throw him down the stairs!

I love you, Huff, and so does she.

I have to repeat myself a lot and raise my voice.

Especially at staff meetings. I don't know what the problem is.

I mean, it's not like I'm saying crazy things or anything.

You can do crazy things sometimes, dad.

I think it's my bite.

Is he pissed? I couldn't tell.

I don't know what he is anymore.

It pushes my tongue back in my throat when I close my mouth.

It makes me garble, swallow words.

- Dr. Huffstodt? - Yeah.

Jesus, man, why don't you just look at your watch?

What?

I said, why don't you just look at your watch?

You just snuck a look over my shoulder, probably at a clock.

Yep. There it is.

You guys have them hidden all over the place.

I wouldn't say all over the place.

What's wrong with your stomach?

You've been wincing all session.

Really? I wasn't aware of that.

There. See?

Art, I apologize.

And when our time is up, you can just look at your watch and tell me.

Art, our time is up.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Not a chance. No.

Tomorrow. I said tomorrow.

Because there is no fucking way I'm going to drag my bruised

and shattered ass back into the office this afternoon.

Are you fucking listening to me? You're not listening, are you?

May I ask you what is so fucking important about this woman

that she cannot wait till tomorrow?

Well, then why do we want her as a client?

I thought we hated pain in the ass clients.

Ok. 2:00, and then I am gone.

Because I have physical therapy at 4:00.

Why?

Because my ribs are crushed, my neck is fucked,

and I cannot breathe! God damn it.

She better not be fucking late.

Dick. He's a fucking dick.

Bruised.

What?

Your ribs, they're bruised. They're not crushed.

Bruised is worse, smarty.

And you really shouldn't talk to Meeks like that. He's a senior partner.

He's a dick.

He's a senior partner, Russell.

He's a smelly old dick.

He smells like urine.

Did that voodoo chiropractor guy call back yet?

Uh, no. I left word. He didn't call back.

How about the pharmacy? Did the pharmacy call?

Yes. They called, and they said you do not have a prescription for Oxycontin.

They're full of shit.

That's bullshit.

Mills wrote me a scrip for 30 last thursday.

He said I could call for another.

You had 30 Oxycontin last thursday?

Something like that.

And you don't have any more?

I am in pain.

Oh, my god, Russell. The whole world is in pain.

Oh, that's so fucking pithy.

Paula called, and she wanted to know what's going on with you and Huff.

What's going on with me and Huff...

is fuck Huff.

That's what's going on with me and Huff. He's a heartless asshole.

That's funny, because that's what she said he said about you.

I will see him one more session, and then I will decide.

What?

I said I will see him for one more session,

and then I will decide.

Now, what in the hell did you do to that one?

Oh, he thinks I don't listen to him, and quite frankly, he's right.

I find him dull and boring and full of self-pity.

Plus, he mumbles, you know? He mumbles.

You know, there's a theory that when you list the faults of others

you're really listing your own.

I don't mumble.

Huff, you may be feeling a little bit of that self-pity lately yourself.

Paula, dear, I am not having a good week, ok?

My schizophrenic brother has flown away in my car.

I have absolutely no clue where he or it is.

That's for starters this week.

Huff...

I'm going to pray on that self-pity thing.

Thank you, Paula.

I suppose I can't stop you from doing that.

And while you're at it, can you pray for my mom,

who's taken to drinking all day like she's going to the chair?

Let's see. Who else?

Oh, yeah. My ex former ex fucking ex best friend,

who's suddenly become the world's largest anus.

Pray for him, too.

Well, I find it hard to believe that Russell could be

any more of an asshole than he already is.

Really? 'Cause he fucked my mother.

Ok? Happy you asked?

He what?

Oh, you heard me.

Izzy?

Consensual, yet.

Ugh, what a visual. Oh, God.

Mom...

you're in pain, aren't you?

No.

Well, yes.

Of course, I mean, it is cancer of the spine, and it's certainly nothing I can't--

Manage?

Right. Manage.

When was the last time you took your pill?

I don't know, honey.

Yeah. Which means it's time to take another one.

No.

I don't like them.

- You don't like them? - I don't like them.

Why?