Louis? It's Neil. [He's outside, somewhere, traffic and air.] I just wanted to—let you know I won't be home for a while. [Exhale.] Sam, she–she asked me to meet her at a motel, on Freemont Street, I—[He gives the address.] I shouldn't have gone. I know that. I know. But I did, I thought I'd take her home, she was drunk, but—instead I made things worse. Again. [Pained, humourless laugh.] I'm sorry this keeps happening. I am. I'm so—I'm so damn sorry. But I need to just—be alone for a while, I know you came to see me and spend time with your fuck-up of a brother, but I can't—and maybe that's best. [More breathing.] Mere isn't even home, I'm sure you've noticed. [...] I'm sorry. I'll—I'll call you later. Check in. Something. [Long pause.] I'm fine. Don't worry. I just need—I need some time. [And click.]