Original subtitles

You are a carcinogen, I would say to her.

You are a tumor whose malignancy has defined the ebb and flow of all I've

of all I've tried to do.

And yet in spite of that, do you know how much space you occupy in the

of me?

This much.

You define my life and yet this is how much you matter to me.

If you hadn't shown up on my door this morning, I'd have gladly gone the rest

my days thinking of you regularly, but from a distance, flung from your orbit.

But now, you are here, and the bile is rising and

taking the form of words, and what these words mean is, never have I known how

closely love and hate are bound, and when I think of you and realize you

neither.

I'm mesmerizing in paradise

This is your burial.

I haven't seen her in under 10 years, but I can tell you she's coming from a

mile away.

A thousand miles.

I woke up that morning with a taste in my mouth. I haven't felt this in years.

I do love how old it is.

How old are you?

I can't get out of my mind.

But the day went on.

The taste left my mouth and traveled that space behind my eyes where it

and turned to this.

By the time the late flights from LAX to Heathrow were coming in for their

landing, I felt as if a secret twin had grown in my...

Can I help you?

I'm looking for Sam.

Well, I'm afraid Sam isn't available right now.

Are you?

Does Sam know you? No, no, no.

Okay, well then, could I just ask you to mostly... Sam?

Sam? Sam?

Sam, I need a dress.

Just landed?

Yes. From LA?

Yes, I just came from... Would you like someone to leave?

Do we have anything to eat here?

Not really.

Okay, well, there you go.

Say, I wish you'd called.

You might have noticed we're a little underwater at the moment. No,

but somebody would have.

And they could have told you we're very busy.

Oh.

Sorry. For not calling or for just showing up?

In general.

Wouldn't you rather get more specific?

I just never had the chance to say it before.

So the onus is on me then to lift off your offenses one by one and cross

them against the totality of your I'm sorry.

Well, that hardly seems worth it, does it?

Making me do all the work, just like you always did. I can go if you want.

If you want to go, go.

If you want to stay, stay. If you want to apologize, you go for it. But if you

stay, please stop doing that hovering thing you always do because it makes me

very nervous.

Oh.

You already said that.

I mean it. Say it two more times so I believe you.

But not yet.

Catch me by surprise with your sincerity.

Now, Why don't you start with why you're here?

I really do need a dress. What, you don't have a whole career of stylists to

take care of that for you?

No, I do, but it's not working out.

I miss performance.

Why is it?

The 31st.

That's on Sunday.

Yes.

And today is...

Well, that's impossible.

What's wrong with the dress you have? I'm assuming you have one.

Is this all wrong?

May I see it?

So, that's it?

Yes.

It's not a dress at all.

You made it.

There isn't a pair.

Tell me three things that are wrong with it.

It doesn't feel like me.

Okay. It doesn't feel like you. That's one.

That's it.

That's it.

Yeah. So you, who have been dressed by everyone and

worn everything, who once paraded down a red carpet wearing nothing but freshly

bought honey, you have somehow found the one outfit in all

When you let me do whatever I like.

Yes. But will you do exactly as I say?

Yes. And will you wear what I make?

Yes.

And can you stop time?

Just do it.

This is really something to take some doing.

I'm not going to pull this off.

Just tell me what I can do.

And just keep talking.

That's how this works. You tell me something like how you're feeling, and

take those feelings and turn them into a dress.

The transubstantiation of feeling.

That's what we're doing here.

Here we are.

Now, as you can see, I've entered my establishing period very much ahead of

schedule. This is where I come in.

new idea and just not a good one indeed. So if we're to do this, I'm just going

to have to fasten things to you until it strikes.

There we go.

the stress we're making.

What do you see in your head?

Just... me.

Just you?

But... but all of me.

I was thinking more like what color?

Um, holster?

Whatever you like, but no red.

Do you have to be able to move?

Dance? Yes.

Any stunts or harmonies?

No. Michael dances?

Nine. I'm not making anything for them. I know. There's simply not enough time.

You don't have to. Just me.

I'm sorry.

What song are you singing?

It's a collection.

I don't remember that one.

It's new.

That explains it then.

Did you write this?

I'll play it for you if you want.

This may be made up.

It's good.

I am sure it is.

It might be the best song ever written in the history of the song.

This is Shepard from Ibiza.

Oh, I'm so tiny.

Tiniest interest.

You're exactly the same. Oh, no, I'm not.

You'll see.

You'll see how I changed.

What the U .S. has made of me.

Okay, that's good enough. Thank you, Hilda.

She's not going to tell anyone. Oh, don't worry.

There are no spies in our midst.

I just need to have to bring me some things.

Some old bric -a -brac of keyboard fabric and a good pair of scissors in

one of us has a sudden desire to...

She died.

I'm sorry.

How are you?

Same. You've been laying low.

Am I right that this will be your first outing since... Since?

Since whatever happened, happened?

What do you think happened?

Well, I saw that video.

Everyone saw that video.

Is there more to it than that?

Yes.

When it first happened, people kept asking me, what do I know?

Have I heard anything?

What did you say?

People said you had a breakdown. I said, no, you probably just needed a break.

That was part of it.

What are the other parts?

I don't want to tell you.

Why?

Because you'd laugh.

I wouldn't.

Yes, you would.

You're laughing right now.

I'm just picturing the worst possible thing that could just make me do it.

What is it? It's not worth mentioning, but it's very funny.

Well.

Because you never would have brought it up in the first place if you didn't want

to. And you want to tell me.

I don't know if it's bad of you to hold it down, but it's okay.

What's going on there? We should talk about your halo.

No halo.

At all.

I want to get back to the basic.

I mean, it doesn't get much more basic than that. It's sort of your thing. It

was never meant to be my thing. It was your thing.

That's not how I would call it, but whatever the case, you've done pretty

with it.

Not that well without it? Will anyone recognize you without it?

I don't know if anyone actually truly comprehends the shape of the mirror.

I can't

believe what I found

I'm staring into the dark The powerful

What are we doing here?

Are we...

reinventing you.

No.

No, I just...

I...

I want to be... Pervitory.

No, I just... I want... Profundity.

And it's now.

Clarity.

Yes. Clarity.

So, what do you think?

Yes.

Peeling away. Yes. Everything.

Yes. That's accumulated.

Yes. Old skin.

Yes. Barnacles. Yes.

Dead hair.

Yes.

All the old youth.

I want to be filmed.

You want me to make you into a knife?

I want to have a point.

Got it.

This is for the first performance I ever gave.

How would you dress me?

I did dress you for your first performance.

And for my last performance.

Is that what this is?

Maybe. Because I could make you a funeral gown.

That's what you really wanted.

I could build you a fire the likes of which the Lord...

I swear to do.

We are still speaking.

Aren't we?

I think so.

Are you depressed?

No.

If you're not planning on self -immolating my daughter.

It's really that bad.

I'm going to quit.

I'm going to quit.

There you go.

People say quitting's for cowards, but it's actually one of the greatest things

anyone can do. No, I can't quit. I don't know how to do anything else.

I just wish I was happy doing it. Yes, I remember.

Used to be so happy singing sad songs.

It won't be your last performance ever, but it will be your best.

You will be radiant and transcendent.

And when you open your mouth and sing about your sadness, it will be of your

sadness. And it will be as large as the goddamn sky, because that's what you

give people.

It's what you can do for people, and since they pay you for it, it's more

should do, I should quit.

what you do.

This is why you have nothing to worry about.

You give people the gift of giving a shit about you.

I am humbled by your munificence.

Is someone playing before you?

Yes.

Mio Contrera. What's she saying?

Paper moon? Oh, right. Yeah, I like her.

Everyone likes her.

You sound bitter.

No, I don't.

She's my friend.

Is he?

Yes.

We sang together. Yeah, I think we were just a child then.

Now I see her everywhere I look. I think there's a spilling out over Soho into

the luncheon.

She's successful.

And I'm proud of her. And I'm very happy to be in her company. Good.

What?

Why would you even say that?

Because it's true. No, it's not.

This is what you do. You're always pecking and pecking and scratching.

You need to see what you want to find. And if you don't find it, you put it

there because it suits you and what you want to make, which is why... No,

I...

Here it

is.

Thank you.

She'll sing Paper Moon, and it'll be beautiful.

And then, at five minutes into midnight, the lights will go down.

And I'll... Mm -hmm.

I'll do whatever it is that I'm going to do.

Sing your new song?

Yes.

Oh, good.

You sounded uncertain there for a moment.

No. It's just... It's not good enough, yeah?

Don't you hear it?

The phone?

Yes. No.

No. No music.

Right now.

Why? Because if I did, I'd make a dress for the song and you want me to make a

dress for you, don't you?

So, that's my favorite.

You might like it.

I'm in an epic phase right now.

I'm not liking things.

Why is it called spooky action anyway?

Is it about particle physics?

Large hadron colliders?

What led you to write it?

I had a connection and I couldn't explain it.

To a person?

Even Koi?

No.

And you really can dance to it?

Yes.

Show me.

A dance?

Yeah.

Could you?

Honestly, it would be...

Good for me to see how you move to make sure I'm accommodating.

Oh. I'm sure you're supposed to be training anyway.

Do you have a speaker or anything I can plug into?

Yeah.

But do it without the phone.

Why?

Because I told you I don't want to hear it.

It's all fed up.

I'm sure you've got it down.

Why won't you let me play it for you?

Because I don't want to break my strength.

Thank you.

Last will and testament.

What we should do is, we should make a beautiful dress that is simple and

elegant and whatever else it needs to be, but attached to it is a train.

You know how I love a good train, and this one is so, it's a quarter mile

long, and maybe most people don't notice, but he and I will detect.

that at a certain point the fabric of the gown fades from one thing into

something else something more familiar it's so seamless you don't even see it

but once you do

Stepping out on stage, Mother Mary, in the knee, in the knee, in the knee.

Down, where is the shirt?

It's a palladium. It's perfect.

Mio Contreras finishes singing, and it's beautiful, and it's well -liked, but

now, here you come, marching down that aisle, marching

from far beyond the aisle, from outside the theater, coming down the street.

Dragging your whole history behind you. The doors open.

You enter the pit and you walk up the steps to the stage. And when you get to

the top, what's this?

Something catches.

The train pulls tight.

It's caught on all of your history.

And as you take your final step and complete your ascension,

The entire galaxy is going just in the way. And there you are.

You are standing naked under the lights.

Free of everything you've been carrying.

Of everything that's been weighing you down.

And of course the clubs will get pulled and the workers will come. But that's on

them. It's not on you.

You're doing what you were born to do.

You open your mouth, you talk, you talk.

Even in your phone.

Or maybe, you don't even need them.

Maybe you don't need to.

You don't need a phone at all.

Look at this.

You ain't got, got nothing

Thank you.

That was a very specific moment in time.

What was that?

Why do we say that?

Every moment in time is specific.

Yeah, but it's all the hell on from the test.

Every now and then, something happens.

And it makes us prick up our ears and say that.

We were together.

Did you really mean what you said?

About what?

About not listening to my music.

Is it a surprise?

I don't exactly see you with the wrong one.

Did I really hurt your feelings so badly?

Yeah. And that's fine.

You told me by not telling me. You told me by saying nothing and letting

everyone who suddenly had your ear do all the talking. I told you I needed a

change. Yes, but you didn't tell me. You'd already made it.

By the time I figured that out, you'd already closed the door.

The door was always open.

No, it wasn't.

No, it wasn't. It was shut and locked.

You were a million miles away.

And there I was, who knew you in.

Who loved you.

Trying to pick up the pieces.

Except there weren't even any pieces.

Because everything I had was wrapped up in you.

You never know how the toys matter until you realize

Someone the whole world loves just as much as you.

Tell yourself what you're doing counts because you're the one who's doing it.

But really, step by step, stitch by stitch, you're a bickering

in yourself.

I wanted you.

You look like Joan of Arc.

When I heard you sing, that's what I saw.

That's what I set out to design for you.

Oh, you did?

Yes.

I did.

But... But who wore that dress?

Who wore all the dresses?

I let you make something of me. No, no.

We did that.

You were making your own Mother Mary. She was beautiful.

But I'm the one who had to go out in front of all those people and sing my

and feel them. So, yes, I wanted to change for her.

But I was never done with us.

You closed that door.

Oh, there was never a door to a woman.

You went somewhere I couldn't follow.

Yes, but you had all this.

Yeah, I had to build this, so I had something. But that's the credit, isn't

Yeah.

Except that it took me a year to do it.

What are we doing here?

You're making me a hate dress.

Maybe.

Maybe.

So what do we have to do to flip that switch back?

I don't know. Maybe we can't. Maybe it's one time.

No.

You know how you have.

You want to let me in the door otherwise.

switch or whatever.

Can't you do the thing?

Make things of you again?

Can you let me try?

Can you stop putting up walls? Can you let me play this fucking song?

Can't do anything else? I don't have anything else.

I'll send you flowers, or I can write you a note, or I can buy you a house, or

can sing you a song.

That's it.

That's all I got.

What I could do with a new house, this one's falling apart.

Okay, what happens? I don't know. You know, I'm so good with myself. Thank you

very much.

But the problem is I am very stubborn.

Clearly.

And I don't... I'm no good at changing on the spot.

I'm not like you.

I can't be what other people want me to be at the drop of a hat.

Good.

So where is he now?

I've been getting on quite well without you.

If I hear you on the radio, I change the channel. If I see you on the telly, I

just turn it off.

like to know what happened the last time I heard you sing?

Sure. It's going to sound like another metaphor, even though it's not.

Okay.

Do you remember when you played in Hyde Park at the beginning of your ecstatic

talk?

Yeah. I was there, front row.

You never did.

Or if you did, you didn't let on.

And not letting on now.

You were amazing.

The whole crowd was crying.

You were crying.

And I was crying.

But for a different reason.

Because I was seeing something beautiful that I'd once been a part of.

Never would be again.

You were radiant.

I was miserable.

And by and by, that misery resolved into a very sharp pain in

my upper mandible.

My jaws were clenched so tight that my top left wisdom tooth crept wide open

and the pain that it gave me was pure.

I ran home, grabbed supplies, and...

But I'm only exaggerating.

No, I went to the dentist.

Yeah, they put me under.

And I woke up in the chair.

My face was gone.

And the anesthesia I was wearing off.

And I felt very sad.

Like I was in the midst of saying goodbye to something dear.

And we'd move, and I'd feel myself being pulled away from the

house and made time to laugh.

Now, this is where it gets strange.

I'm not yet.

I woke up very suddenly to find that my gums were bleeding again.

There was blood all over.

There was a little trail of it, in fact, streaked across the duvet.

It looked like something had crawled out of my mouth, across the bedspread, down

the floor.

Now, I've always been open to go.

If any house was haunted, you'd think it'd be this one, but I haven't seen one

before.

Until now.

And I can say without a doubt, there was a ghost at the foot of my bed.

What did it look like?

I couldn't say.

She was like six different things at once.

She? Yes.

She was a snake.

The idea of a she, and she was for it.

So I open the door and I watch her go

down the hallway, out the

house, into the woods, smudge of red in the

dark.

Oh, and with her goes the pain in my mouth.

and the hole in my heart.

And after that, I stopped listening to your music.

I stopped thinking about you.

I stopped dreaming about you.

And I just couldn't feel better.

Where did she go?

ghosts go when you don't need them anymore.

That's why.

But are you saying that this is just another metaphor?

Did you really see something?

Look, I'm not saying that I saw the spirit of some recently deceased

or that my house is haunted by an ancestor.

If someone else, if Hilda say had been there, would she have seen it?

Whatever neurons in my head differentiate between imagination and

tell me that I did.

And if you were to ask me...

I saw what you saw.

A ghost or a spirit.

And she was red.

And when was this?

The first time. The first time.

I heard that was a dumb one.

When I just stopped at the door.

I was so worn out.

It is a special moment.

Thank you. Thank you. It's so nice to meet you. So nice to meet you. Yes. Oh,

gosh. We are so excited for tonight.

Thank you. Everyone says you are very special.

Oh, that's very kind.

Okay. She was back in the regular seat. That's why Peter couldn't find her. Ah.

How long did you say you wasted time?

Only two hours, but it's fine. I had fun. I met people.

I'm so sorry.

I like meeting people.

Oh, well, now you're here and you're back.

Would you like a show?

Yeah.

Incredible. It was like a religious experience or like going to church in a

way.

And at the same time, all I could think was, when you have that many people, how

many people were there?

18 ,000 students.

There were even more in New York.

And they're all there, all at once. All that energy, all of those ups and

downs, all of it is...

Laser focused, right at you.

It's a mess.

How do you handle that?

You don't.

I mean, you do, but you just try to take it

and...

Yes,

but what does it do to you?

But you have seen ghosts here before, right?

I have.

There is a ghost here.

And I've met most of them.

But the walls here are very thin.

You never know who might come knocking.

Now, can somebody get the light?

Do ghosts really need the darkers? It's just to make it spooky.

Oh, it's not for them.

They're already here.

We're the ones that are opening up to them.

What does that mean? What does that mean?

It means reveal yourselves.

Can I say it too?

Yeah, sure.

How is it going to get me?

Knock to fame. Knock to fame.

Need information.

Need information.

A docker ditch.

Thank you.

Thank

you.

Thank you.

It's me, David Lynch, and Parker Dixon.

No, no, sorry, I can't see.

Oh, you girl. I can't see.

I can't see.

I can't see. Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. Wait, wait,

wait, wait.

What is it?

Who are we talking about now?

Who is she?

You know?

No.

No.

No. Okay, maybe this is what you feel. Don't wait.

She's just talking about you. No.

She isn't in the gym.

What do you want to tell us?

Do you have a message?

Or what do you want us to know?

For you, my dearest one,

I've come so far.

I've traveled across land and sea.

Only your sorrows hang over my shoulders.

And only that can...

I never...

No.

No. No.

No. No.

She opened the door.

Everything was a blur after that.

I wanted to.

I wanted to so badly.

Someone else made a woman stop her. I said, no.

No. I keep going.

I keep going.

This is what I do.

This is what I do.

This is what I do.

Woo -hoo!

Your sacred horse

Listen now.

I watched the videos that night.

Under time, thousands of cameras all see the same thing.

And she wasn't really there.

I didn't know what I saw.

how many pills.

And every minute of every day

I feel her.

Maybe I'm supposed to keep her there.

That's what I have to do.

That's my job now.

I don't know how much longer I can do it.

Can you leave me?

How far is it from the -

having played in Hyde Park until the 1970s.

Let's double check

How

long

have

we known each other?

24

I'd say there is something inside of you.

It came from somewhere and travelled across oceans to find you.

I just don't want it.

I just want to work on my dress. That's what I came here for. This is

working on the dress.

Because you want the dress to look like you.

And this is a part of who you are right now.

This spirit.

This woman in red.

wrote your song about, didn't you?

Yes. So, let's make the dress our two.

Let's see what she wants to tell us.

Oh, do we need three of us? Should I call Hilda?

No. You're right, the two of us should be the ones to do that.

I don't want to.

to focus our energy.

There is nothing magical about any one object other than what we bring to it.

In fact, there is no true meaning to any object at all without our prescription.

So, these chairs are not chairs.

They are a key to open whatever doors we may come to.

And this, this is a chain.

To bind us to whomever we meet.

Is the oil.

At which.

We will then make ourselves.

As real weight.

doing this?

I'm not doing anything.

We are doing this.

Because if we don't, we'll regret it forever.

When are you and I ever going to be in the same room again after all this is

done?

You'll take your dress and you'll go away and I'll be here

haunting my own house.

have to do this now while we can.

Now, what was that spell that you chanted?

I'm not too faint.

I'm not too faint.

I'm not too faint. I'm not too faint.

I'm not too faint. Give me your hands.

Close your eyes and breathe with me.

If you are here, give us something.

Give us a sign.

If you are with

us, know you are welcome and well

loved.

are here.

Know that you have a home but it is not within us.

We cannot be your respite.

Our house is full.

So let my voice be your light as you make your way

towards the door.

Exhalation.

The greatest dance from the years of our Lord, 2003 to

2015.

And it is open.

And the world outside is brighter

and more beautiful than ever.

So come out.

Okay, but she's coming.

She's coming.

the door.

I might just have something to show you

Right about now, Neil Contreras is probably finishing the paper moon.

She's waving goodnight to the audience.

Alright,

speak minute to minute, everyone.

Then there's a light.

Not on the stage, but from the back of the theater.

Everyone turns to London.

I'm preparing.

Shining bright.

She's coming down the aisle.

She's coming from far beyond the aisle.

From across the ocean.

From another world.

Now she's taking the page.

Lights in her eyes, it's too bright.

She looks to the audience and she says, I've missed you all so

much, it's so good to be back.

But what she really wants to say is, what she really

means to say is,

What she's saying is, this song isn't for you.

And she closes her eyes.

At five minutes to midnight.

She opens her mouth.

She's going to sing a song. She's going to sing a song. She's going to sing a

song. And she sings your song.

The greatest song in the history of songs.

I'm sorry.