Hey, I wanted to talk to you about... you know... I feel bad... about... what happened.
Herb
So... you're apologizing?
Herb
[casually] Okay. I don't forgive you.
[genuinely shocked] Herb, I said I'm sorry.
Herb
Yeah, and I do not forgive you.
Uh, not sure you get what's happening here? This could be the last time that you...
Herb
[interrupts angrily] NO! (climbing out of bed and walking to BoJack) I'm not gonna give you closure. You don't get that! [coughs] You have to live with the shitty thing you did for the rest of your life. You have to know that it's never, ever going to be okay!
[backing off] I really think that we'd both feel better if we'd just...
Herb
I'm dying! I'm not gonna feel better! And I'm not gonna be your prop so you can feel better! [coughs again]
You have to believe me, I did everything I could.
Herb
Yeah? Then why didn't you call me? Huh? Twenty years, and you didn't call me!
L-look, I wanted to, but I didn't think that...
Herb
Do you know what it was like for me? I had nobody. Everybody left! I knew all those showbiz phonies would turn on me, sure... but you?!
It's not my fault you got fired.
Herb
I DIDN'T CARE ABOUT THE JOB! I did fine. I had a good life. But what I needed then was... a friend. And you abandoned me. [walking back into bed] And I will never forgive you for that. Now get the fuck out of my house!
Herb
You know what your problem is? You want to think of yourself as the good guy. Well, I know you better than anyone, and I can tell you that you're not. In fact, you'd probably sleep a lot better at night if you just admitted to yourself that you're a selfish goddamn coward who takes whatever he wants, and doesn't give a shit about who he hurts. That's you. That's BoJack Horseman.
...I don't know why I came here.
Herb
Yeah. You do.
SSecretariat
The weak breeze whispers nothing, the water screams sublime. His feet shift teeter-totter. Deep breath, stand back, it's time. Toes untouch the overpass, soon he's water bound. Eyes locked shut but peek to see the view from halfway down. [the white door draws closer.] I'm not done. Hold on, I'm not done. I'm not done. A little wind, a summer sun. A river rich and regal. A flood of fond endorphins brings a calm that knows no equal. You're flying now. You see things much more clear than from the ground. It's all okay, it would be, were you not now halfway down. Thrash to break from gravity, what now could slow the drop? All I'd give for toes to touch the safety back at top. [the white door continues to draw closer.'] I changed my mind. I change my mind, I don't wanna-
Herb
It's okay.
SSecretariat
But this is it, the deed is done, silence drowns the sound. Before I leaped I should have seen the view from halfway down! [the white door draws closer and closer to Secretariat, sending him into a state of panic as he struggles to finish his poem.] No! I really should have thought about the view from halfway down!
Herb
Find your peace, big guy. Find it.
SSecretariat
I wish I could have known about the view from halfway dooown! [the white door appears right behind Secretariat as he tumbles into the void inside.]