Ray: I, uh, I passed. Seventy-three.
Therapist: Good.
Ray: Can I go?
Therapist: The night you were arrested. Is that the day your wife died?
[Ray nods.]
Therapist: Did your brother say something to you insensitive?
Ray: No.
Therapist: Then maybe you can explain to me why you attacked him.
Ray: A misunderstanding.
Therapist: Just a misunderstanding. Nothing else?
Ray: Yeah.
Therapist: This type of counseling doesn't work for everybody, but you already know that, right?
Ray: No, I just...
Therapist: It doesn't work because most people don't have a reason to make it work. You know, you're not a nineteen-year-old punk with a drug problem. You have a home. A family. Some success. You have kids that need you more than ever. You didn't beat your own brother repeatedly and trash your own restaurant over a misunderstanding.