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for a drink, I bet.
It's a problem drink...
'cause you've got a drinking problem.
You f***.
- I'm watching you, Frank!
- Who are you?
Roman called me
a few days ago
to tell me you
were coming out.
I'm the one who got
you to this meeting.
Gee, thanks.
Name is Dave.
And I also got you
your apartment.
I'm really scared.
You shouldn't joke, Frank.
In a town with a 2%
vacancy rate,
And that's what I am...
a real estate agent.
It's a swell apartment,
Dave. Go away.
Nope, I'm on
you till you leave.
Can't stop me
from doing anything.
I don't have to stop you.
All's I have to do
is watch, wait and make
the call to Buffalo.
You gonna run
and tell Mommy?
That's right, Frank.
I'm gonna run
and tell Mommy.
Sh*t.
- I'll see you in the morning.
- For what?
Work.
F***. F***.
Hey, come on.
It's kind of along
your line of work.
- I don't need this.
- I don't give a sh*t what you need.
- Doris.
- Dave.
Where'd he live?
Oh, in Pacific Heights.
Own or rent?
Own... upstairs apartment,
two bedroom.
Swell.
Keys are in his
pants over there.
Ha, Doris.
Come on.
Frank Falenczyk,
meet Doris Rainford.
Doris said she'd be
willing to hire you on.
- As what?
- General help.
- You'll love it.
- No, I won't love it.
I won't love it so much
I'm not even gonna do it.
- Yes! Yes, you...
- Like hell.
You got an unorthodox way of
being interviewed for a job.
Just... keep...
Listen, Roman said
to get you a job.
This is it.
It's yours to f*** up.
However,
if you f*** it up,
I will be on the phone
to Buffalo.
Guess what, Doris?
Frank's decided
to take the job.
Super.
Hey.
Hi, I'm Becky,
addict and alcoholic.
Hi.
Frank.
Hand me a plate.
Thanks.
- I also got an eating disorder.
- Good for you.
What, that I can say it?
Yeah, it took me so long.
And then I realized...
I was never full because
I felt so empty inside.
No, you're not supposed
to eat those.
They're just
for show, okay?
Oh.
I'm kidding.
- I'm Tom.
- Frank.
- Hi. This your first time?
- I've had cookies before.
So what do you
think so far?
It's all right.
A little talky.
Yeah, you know, um,
some people kinda
tend to wallow in it.
But me, you know,
I'll go months at a time
without saying anything.
Plus, it's a really
good place to meet guys.
Um, I'm not...
It's okay.
I'll get over it.
Hi. Brenda, alcoholic.
Hi, Brenda.
Just a couple of things:
They're ripping up
the playground next door,
so you'll have
to park on the street
for the next few weeks;
Second, uh, I have
a new list of sponsors
if anyone
is looking or...
looking to switch.
Raise your hands
when I call your names.
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