The Road Within

Praise be to the God,

and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,

the Father of compassion

and the God of all comforts,

who comforts us

through all our afflictions

so that we can comfort those

in any afflictions...

We come together today

to say farewell...

Shut up, f***ing pedophile.

She did her best to be there

for all those in her life.

Her son, her family. Her friends.

Sometimes this meant forgetting

about her own...

C*nt-licking f***ing f*ggot!

You dye your hairy pubes ginger.

F***, f***!

F***-ing... F***ing c*nt f***ing f*ggot!

C*nt.

- Are you packed?

- Hey, Dad? This picture?

- Where were you guys?

- California.

- Where in California?

- Why does it matter?

Mom wanted you to take her there again.

She was laughin'.

Yeah.

Will you... move back in?

F***... f***ing c*nt.

With Monica?

We're going to sell the house.

Why is this packed?

- Because I was going to take her.

- Where?

- The ocean.

- You can't be serious.

Well, you weren't here.

C*nt. Yes, so the two of us

were going to go.

- The two of you, the dynamic duo.

- I took care of her!

You held her hand

while she drank herself to death.

You... go f***...

F***, f***ing cu...

I'm not as... helpless as you think.

You want to go to the ocean?

You can't even get to 7-11.

F*** you.

- Be packed and ready to go in 20 minutes.

- I am not going into a hospital.

It's not a hospital.

It's an experimental treatment center.

Your campaign balloons! Get that one.

- Let it go. Free advertisement.

- There.

We'll see you at Christmas, okay?

Call you later.

Okay.

Tourette's isn't something you can cure.

But with behavioral exercises,

you can learn to manage it.

It's great, it's great.

Ain't that great, Vincent?

Mr. Rhodes, do you mind if I have

a little chat with Vincent?

No, not at all.

Alone.

All right.

Mind if I... sit?

Would you like to ask me anything?

Nope.

Okay, I got some questions.

- Your mother was your primary...

- Look, you said you can help me.

So what can you do?

What kind of drugs have you tried?

Amy Winehouse sucks my cock.

Everything. Everything.

Nothing has worked.

C*nt. C*nt.

What would you do if you

could better control your tics?

- It's never really mattered.

- Matters now.

I don't know. A lot.

Anything more concrete?

Graduate from...

high school.

Maybe go to college.

Then let's try this.

Okay?

Christmas.

Yeah.

I think it's best for you to have

a roommate. Not to be alone.

At first, anyway.

Oh, I forgot. Do you have a cell phone?

No. Yes, I do! No, I don't.

Okay, don't get one.

It's against the rules.

Anyway. Your roommate's name is Alex.

He's a wonderful young man.

He's come to us from very far away.

Because, like you,

he just wants to get better.

- Alex?

- No.

I didn't say you could come in.

Take your shoes off! Take them off.

I have to start all over again now.

These are my inside shoes.

I promise you there's no germs on them.

What about his? His shoes are befouled.

Well, a perfect opportunity

for a behavioral exercise.

I don't want to do

a behavioral exercise!

I want him and his filthy feet

out of here.

In one of these exercises,

I operate as if there's nothing wrong

so that Alex can see

that there isn't anything wrong.

Alex? This is Vincent.

He's gonna be your roommate for awhile.

- Hi.

- Absolutely not.

If you need me for anything,

you just come find me, okay?

I don't want a roommate.

Just get settled in,

and if nothing else comes up for today,

I will see you bright and early

tomorrow morning at group.

You too.

It's... classical?

It's Bach.

It's nice.

It's Bach. It's Bach.

It's Bach, it's Bach.

- Hey, there is...

- No, no. Don't touch those.

In fact, don't come over

to this side of the room.

This is my bed, my desk,

and my wardrobe.

Everything on that side can be yours

but you do not cross this line, understood?

All right.

What's wrong with you?

Why are you here?

Me? I...

Raghead f***. Raghead!

She can't be serious.

She simply cannot be serious.

Dr. Rose!

- F***.

- Dr. Rose.

Raghead. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Clean freak. Clean freak.

F***.

And I'm British, you imbecile.

They'll kick you out for that.

What, pot?

No. No.

Whatever.

I'm Marie. I'm supposed

to show you around the clinic.

So, let's get it over with.

Move.

What, no mask today?

Have you gained weight?

Your ass looks fat.

Come on.

There's one main rule

here at the clinic.

We have to want it.

- What are you doing?

- Just... sneezing. I had to sneeze.

So if they catch you

with any alcohol or drugs,

they take it to mean you're not serious

about your therapy, and you're out.

So just be careful with whatever

it is you have hidden.

Over there is Building B,

mostly depressives and suicidees.

So, stay clear of that.

- Hey, hey, hey! F*** you.

- Excuse me?

Suck my dick. I don't mean it. I'm...

It's Tourette's. C*nt.

We had one like you before.

He had a little loop in his pants

to keep his hands in.

At one point he had two of them.

Looked like a goddamn penguin.

Computer room but the Internet blows.

TV room, no cable.

Game room but they're all stupid.

And finally,

the sweet smell of gourmet sh*t.

That's pretty much it.

Any questions?

F*** you, fatty. I'm... I'm sorry.

- Thank you for the... tour.

- It was a punishment.

Behavioral exercise.

I'm sorry.

- You have no idea what you're talking about.

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