Re: Call: Neil/Sam
Sam, there is no fight. There's none. She's not your-- your fucking competition. [Pause.] What's wrong? What's going on? [Another, longer pause.] She can't help me. No one can help me. That monster tried to kill you, and I couldn't stop it. I don't want to be sober because when I am I think about it, and I hate myself for it, and I just want everything to stop. [Thickly.] I'm not going. I'm not going to get better because I'm poison and I'll hurt anyone and everything I touch. I want you to come back, I do, and I want-- but I'm not good enough. I'm just-- I'm sorry. For everything.