Repentance Page #2

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They some dead motherfuckers, man.

People were after you.

Why didn't you tell me?

I'm a grown-ass man, man.

They got a bounty on my head for 12K, bro.

I've been sleeping on park benches.

I've been sleeping in the trunks of cars.

I've been trying to survive, man.

'Cause they gonna kill a n*gger, man.

I don't got $12,000.

You got a book deal.

That was an advance. That was nothing.

You owe me, man.

- What is that supposed to mean?

- You f***ing owe me.

I read about your memoirs.

I read about your near death experiences.

And you left out one thing, Tommy baby.

I was there with you.

I was with you.

That story was meant to illuminate

a changing point in my life.

That's bullshit, man. You lying.

You lying.

And the truth ain't in you.

But you ain't got to worry.

'Cause I ain't gonna tell your secret.

I'm gonna die with it, bro.

Got us a bottle of Barolo.

It's some fancy stuff.

Have a good night with your wife, man.

What was that?

Nothing.

What?

Don't worry about it. Hey.

- Hello, Meyer.

- Hello.

Mr. Meyer, hi. It's Thomas Carter.

I was wondering...

I was wondering

if I could get some more money?

I could add a couple more stops

on your book tour,

but you would have to leave this Friday.

Okay. All right. Okay. All right.

- How about Chicago?

- Book it.

Consider it done. See you Friday.

Thank you, Mr. Meyer.

Hello?

What are you doing?

Looks like you hit a sewer pipe.

Me and my wife, my ex-wife,

we bought this place together.

But I just haven't been able

to bring myself to finish it up.

It's big.

You think about ever selling it?

I gotta finish it up

before I can put it on the market.

I figure you're too busy

for a simple guy like me.

You say you don't do any

private sessions anymore, right?

It seems like you were in need,

so I figured I'd reach out to you.

How much lithium you taking?

Side effects are debilitating.

The ataxia must be affecting your work.

Blurred vision.

Lack of sleep.

Look, I saw my fair share

when I was a therapist.

Are you bipolar as well?

Don't worry about me.

I believe in confidentiality.

I'm like a vault.

It's a struggle.

I'm not gonna lie, it's a struggle.

May I speak frankly with you?

I don't think renovations are keeping you

from selling this house.

You want your family home.

Your center.

You keep it dark on purpose. Right?

Your denial is so deep.

And you don't know why.

Can you help me?

Well, my rate's $300. an hour.

And we can start today.

I'm gonna wash my hands up

and I'll be back out.

All right.

You're self-conscious.

You're a man who does not like

to admit his faults.

But I want you to be pure with me, Angel.

Tell me your deepest, darkest thoughts.

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