D-Tox Page #3

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one sorry-ass day at a time,

and I'll take care of your tab.

What the f*** is...?!

What's the matter with you?!

It's all right, everybody.

A little accident. Everybody relax.

What's the matter with you?!

Whether you like it or not,

you still got a life to live.

It doesn't end here.

Do you believe in reincarnation?

Transmigration of the soul?

Any of that stuff?

I do believe I was a shitkicker

in a previous life.

Well...

nothing a few nice curtains couldn't fix up.

Hey, look, partner,

if you ever need to return the favor,

make it Miami.

We run a dual diagnosis program here.

A fancy way of saying

we're gonna detox your ass

and then tackle your demons

head-on in group sessions.

I was a cop for 12 years before

I took a shot at drinking myself to death.

So I know what keeps you up at night.

Gonna make it all go away, huh?

Not even gonna try.

No magic wands here.

The sh*t you swallowed doesn't digest.

You carryin' a weapon, Mr. Malloy?

I'll have to confiscate it.

Need the shield, too.

We don't allow crutches here.

Thought I'd stick around awhile,

burn up a little vacation time,

maybe even rent me a cabin.

Do some ice fishing?

Yeah, why not? See if I can't catch

more than a shot glass.

Hey, this is gonna be a piece of cake.

Doc.

The man's my better half.

I sure as hell don't intend to lose him

out here in Jerkwater, Wyoming.

Do you follow me?

Jack.

See if you can't find some boots

and a parka for this man.

Anything to serve these fine officers, Doc.

You might run into more than

a cool breeze up here.

Come on. Let's get you checked in.

The place was built in the 50s

as a command control center

for Strategic Air Command.

Satellites made the facility obsolete,

so they converted it to a military asylum.

Uncle Sam put it on the market last year.

It's isolated as hell

and that's why I chose it.

You're the last of our patients to arrive.

You know the rules, Slater.

No smoking in the rooms.

I'd like you to meet Jake Malloy.

We got nothin' to hide here,

including our names.

Slater, Metropolitan Police

Department of London.

I know it's a long way to come

to quit the shakes.

Club Med was fully booked.

Ain't exactly Betty Ford, huh?

Last place I was at

was a Twelve Step health spa.

Mud baths, nature walks.

We don't got TV here.

Convicted felons, Doc, get TV.

- Jaworski here's a narc.

- And a hell of a sharpshooter.

Shut up, limey! Nobody's talkin' to you.

This is Jake Malloy, FBI.

Hey, we got a fed gracin' our presence.

Hey, Malloy, any idea of the three

most overrated things in the world?

Home cookin', home f***in' and the FBI.

Let's get your blood and urine sample,

see what we're up against.

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