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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

done, of all I've tried to do.

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

entirety 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 of my days thinking of you regularly bot 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 there when I think of you and realize you deserve neither.

So sweetly kindly a mesmerizing is terrify.

This is your burial.

This is your burial.

This is your

sam.

Hadn't seen her in over 10 years, but I could tell she was coming from a

mile to more than a mile, a thousand miles.

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

I do love how old it is holding you.

I cast it out my mind, but as the day went on, the taste left my mouth and

traveled to that space behind my eyes, where it settled and turned thick.

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 skull.

Shouting,

screaming, telling me it was coming.

She was coming.

She was here.

It.

I'm looking for Sam.

I'm afraid Sam isn't available.

Arena, Are you just Sam? No.

You're coming? No.

Okay. Well, then could I just ask you to leave? Tim.

Sorry. Completely.

Thank

him.

Sam, what directions you coming? She just came in.

Sam, I need a dress.

Just landed? Yes.

From la? Yes, I just came from.

Would you like something to eat? My Hilda, do we have anything to eat here?

Not really.

Okay. Well, there you go.

Does anyone know you're here? No.

I, I, I.

I must say, I wish you'd called.

You might have noticed we're a little underwater at the moment.

You wouldn't have answered? No, but somebody would have.

And they could have told you.

We're very busy.

See a master show coming up? 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 list off your offenses one by one and cross

check them against the totality of your.

I'M sorry.

Well, that hardly seems worth it.

Does it make you do all the work just like you always did? I can go? If you

want. If.

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. Sorry.

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 coterie of stylists to take care of up here?

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

When is it? The 31st.

That's on Sunday.

Yes. And today is Thursday.

Well, that's impossible.

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

It's just all wrong.

May I see it? So that's.

I said yes.

It's not a dress at all.

Who made it? There's an impair.

Tell me three things that are wrong with doesn't feel like me.

Okay. It doesn't feel like you.

That's one.

That's it.

That's it.

Yes. So you, who have been dressed by everyone and worn everything, who once

berated down a red carpet wearing nothing but freshly poured honey, you have

somehow found the one outfit in all of creation that doesn't feel like you.

Yes. And you've come calling back to me because you know I can do better.

Yes. Because I, above all, all others, know you.

Cuz I didn't know where else to go.

Truly? Yes.

Will you let me do whatever I like? Yes.

But will you do exactly as I say? Yes.

With him.

And will you wear what I make? Yes.

And can you stop time.

Just dead? This is really going to take some doing because I'm gonna pull

this off.

Just tell me what I can do.

You just keep talking.

That's how this works.

You tell me something like how you're feeling, and I'll take those feelings

and turn them into a dress.

And the transubstantiation of feeling, that's what we're doing here.

Here we are.

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

schedule. This is where I can't primarily out in the dark.

Stand here, please.

Now, I haven't had a new idea in ages.

Not a good one at least.

So if we're to do this I'm just going to have to fasten things to you until

it's rooting strike.

There we go.

Well, Can I paint your sweater? Yes.

Okay, so.

So tell me more about this dress we're making.

What do you see in your head? Just me.

Just you, but all of me.

I was thinking more like.

What color monster?

Whatever you like, but no red.

Do you have to be able to move? Yes.

Dance? Yes.

Any stunts or harnesses? No.

Backup dances? Nine.

I'm not making anything for them.

I know.

There's simply not enough time.

You don't have to.

Just me.

Arms up.

What song are you singing? It's Booky Action.

Hmm. I don't remember that one.

Just snip.

That explains it then.

Did you write it? Yes.

I'll play it for you if you want.

Just maybe later.

It's good.

I am sure it is.

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

Shut up for me, please.

But I'm so tiny.

Tiniest intruder.

You're exactly the same.

Oh, no, I'm not.

You'll see.

You'll see how I changed what the years have made of me.

Okay, that's good for now.

Thank you.

Hilda?

Hilda. Yes? Hilda, Would you run back to the main house and grab a few

things for me? What is My phone.

You know what I mean.

Of course.

I overwrite you.

Can we get you anything? Fine.

Thank you.

Okay, good.

Okay. I'll be right back.

She's not going to tell anyone.

Oh, don't worry.

The one as far as an old miss.

I just need her to bring me some things.

Some old bric, a brac, a few bolts of fabric and a good pair of scissors in

case one of us has the sudden desire.

Deck.

It.

How's your mom?

She died.

I'm sorry.

How are you?

Same. You've been laying alive.

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

Since. Since whatever happened, happened.

What do you think happened? Well, I.

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? Had I heard

anything? Did she trip? Did she jump? What'd you say? People said you had a

breakdown. I said no, she probably just needed a break.

Yeah, 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.

Oh, no.

I'm just picturing the worst possible thing that could have made you do what

you did.

What is it? It's not worth mentioning, Bob.

It's. It's very funny.

Well, that's why I'm not going to tell you.

Except you will.

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

want to.

You want to tell me.

You want me to know so badly you can hardly stand it.

But it's okay.

I can wait.

It.

No.

Bright and red.

What about your hair? What's.

What's going on there? We should.

We should talk about your halo.

No halo at all.

I want to get back to the basics.

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. That's not how I would call it.

But whatever the case, you've done pretty well with it.

Not it.

Well, without it.

Will anyone recognize you without it? I don't know if anyone actually truly

comprehends the shape of your.

Well, that's because whoever's making them for you now keeps trying to up

the anti.

You're not doing it right.

I could make you a new one in two seconds flat.

You'll know.

Right. Good.

Don't you? I said yes.

I know what you said.

You don't want to wear one.

But what if I want you to wear one?

I can't believe what a farmer ground.

I'm staring into the dark so powerful My knees are pressed to the ground.

Are you there? Are you mine? Do you feel fine? Are you real or divine? Do

you feel fine? Are you there? Are you are? Do you know your space?

What are we doing here? Are we reinventing you? No.

No. I,

I. I want to be obligatory.

No, I was like.

I want refunded to you.

More

authentic.

Clarity. Yes.

Clarity so reducing.

Yes. Peeling away.

Yes. Everything.

Yes. That's accumulated.

Yes. Old skin.

Yes. Barnacles.

Yes. Dead hair.

Yes. All the old use.

I want to be sharp.

You want me to make you into a knife? I want to have a point.

Hold it.

This. For the first performance I ever gave.

How would you dress me? I did dress you for your first performance.

Before my last performance.

Is that what this is? Amy? Because I could make you a funeral gown.

That's what you really wanted.

I could build you a pyre the likes of which the world has never seen.

If that's the way you see things go.

I sort of do.

We are still speaking in obstructions, aren't we? I think so.

You depressed? No.

Is this a cry for help? No.

So you're not planning on self immilating my daughter? No.

Good. But if I did, it would be kind of.

Of a great way to go.

Not for me.

I'd be the one to have to clean you up.

No, Pe King.

It's really that bad? Just quit.

You quit? Yeah, you can.

People say quitting's for cows.

Well, it's actually one of the bravest 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.

Well, things are never going to be like that ever again.

Nevertheless, you will go on.

This 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

everyone's sadness.

And it will be ripped 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 or less your job.

So quit or do a.

See, this is what you do.

This is why you have nothing to worry about.

You give people the gift of giving a about you.

I am humbled by your magnificence.

Is someone playing before you? You? Yes, M.

Contrera. What she say? Paper moon.

All right.

Yeah. I like her.

Everyone likes her.

You sound bitter.

No, I don't.

She's my problem.

Is she? Yes.

We sang together.

Yeah. She was just a child then.

Now I see her everywhere I look.

Her tits are spinning out over.

So in Shivoni.

She's successful and I'm proud of her.

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

Good. But you're going to lay waste to her, aren't you? What poor girl

doesn't know what she's in for? Why would you even say that? Because it's

true. No, it's not.

Oh, it's already happened.

Yes. You don't even have to try.

This is what you do.

You're always pecking and pecking and scratching.

It's part of my job.

I need to see what I meant to cover.

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 I'm.

Which is why I'm here and you're there.

No, I'm here because I want what you want.

But I want you to want it for the right reasons.

Which Are.

I want you to have an open heart and no fear.

And what am I afraid of? Of this.

Me. Yeah.

Hey. You're terrifying.

This is what you do.

This is what you do when you don't know what to do.

This is what you've always done.

Which is why I'm trying to lay it all out for you.

I asked you to lay it out for me so that I'd know what to do.

So here it is.

Thank you,

Mihawk. And Trara will sing before me.

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

And then at five minutes to midnight, the lights will go down and I.

Mm.

I'll do whatever it is that I'm gonna do.

Sing your new song.

Yes. Maybe not.

No, I'm gonna sing it.

Oh, good.

But you sounded uncertain there for a moment.

No, it's just.

It's not good enough here.

Anybody hear it? The song? Yes.

No. No.

No music.

All 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.

Better not to hear it.

You might like it.

I'm in an epic phase right now.

I am not liking things.

Why is it called spooky action anyway? Is it about part of the particle

physics large hadron colliders? No, it's more like connections we can't

explain. And what led you to write it?

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

To a person.

Maybe. Are you being Coyote? No.

And you really can't answer it? Yes.

Show me the dance.

Yeah. Could you? Honestly, it will be good for me to see how you move to

make sure I'm accommodating.

Okay. Show this recipe to in you.

Anyway.

Do you have a speaker or anything I think plug into? Yeah, but dear, without

the song.

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

It's all said to me.

I'm sure you've got it down.

Why would you just let me play it for you? Cuz I don't want to break my

streak. What? Of not listening to your music.

Okay, well, I think that's.

Hello.

Sam.

It.

How on earth you gonna sing how you do? All love

pract.

You know, if you're going for burn it all down last will and testaments.

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 that I love.

Good train.

And this one is a quarter mile long and maybe most People don't notice, but

a keen eye 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 in, you realize the entire gown is made up of every dress

you've ever worn.

The story of how you got right here, right now, in this exact moment,

stepping out on stage.

Mother Mary in the new millennium.

You walk down.

Where is the shore? The Palladium was perfect.

So Miguel Contrera finishes singing.

And it's beautiful.

And it's well, light.

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

Marching from far beyond the aisle, from outside the theatre.

Coming down the street, dragging your whole history behind you.

The doors spin open.

You vented the theater.

And you walk up the steps to the stage.

And when you get to the top, what's this? Something catches.

The train is pulled tight.

It's caught on all of your history.

And as you take your final step and complete your ascension, the entire g.

We've said it.

So it just shears away.

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 plugs will get pulled and the broadcast will cut.

But that's on them.

It's not on you.

You're doing what you were born to do.

Who? You open your mouth, you dance your dance, you sing your song.

Or maybe you don't even do that.

Maybe you don't need to.

You don't need the song at all.

Because then it's Is all about you.

But.

Isn't that kind of.

This is clarity,

Sam.

If you can't find.

Find them to me.

Go. Find them.

Anywhere. Please.

Unroll the map.

Climb up the trees.

Scale the mountain.

Do it.

Don't think.

Be. Must fall to your knees.

Don't cry to the stars.

You see, people,

Please. Used to walk like.

Jumped into the flames and sh.

That was a very specific moment in time, wasn't it? Why do we say that every

moment in time is specific? It's hard to tell one from the next.

Every now and then there.

Something happens.

And it makes us prick up our ears and say, that was a moment.

And what I think we're really saying is for that moment, we were together.

Did you really mean what you said? About what? About not listening to my

music?

Yes. Is it a surprise? I didn't exactly see you with the wrong way.

Did I really hurt your feelings so badly? Yeah.

And that's fine.

That's what feelings are for.

I just wish you would have told me yourself.

Told you what? That.

That Mother Mary no longer needed me.

I did need you, and I did tell you.

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.

But you didn't tell me you'd already made it.

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

The door was always open.

No. 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 piece.

Said there weren't even any pieces because everything I had was wrapped up

in you.

You never know how little you matter until you realize that everything

you've done has been in the service of someone the whole world loves just as

much as you.

And tell yourself you're doing good work.

Tell yourself what you're doing counts because you're the one that's doing

it. But really, step by step, stitch by stitch, you're obliterating

yourself.

I wanted you to 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.

And to that I added bits and pieces of me.

Silly things.

Like my Holy Communion when I was 7, feeling like a queen even though I'd

spilled wine all down.

The beautiful white dress.

All of that is in there.

That's my story.

I know.

I don't expect you to tell it, but I would have expected a little bit of

credit.

I didn't mean to cut you out.

No, you did.

Yes, I did.

But. But I'm the one who wore that dress.

Who wore all the dresses.

I let you make something of me.

No. No.

We did that together.

And elected.

Elected. I liked how you saw me.

I liked how it felt when you dressed me.

But 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

songs and feel them.

So, yes, I wanted to change for her, but I was never done with us.

You closed that door.

No. There was never a door to it until you opened it.

The door doesn't exist.

These metaphors are exhausting.

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 good, isn't it? Yeah.

Except that it took me hating you to do it.

You can't really hate me.

Oh, yes I can.

It's very easy to flip that switch.

Isn't that what we're doing here? You're making me a hatred us? Maybe.

Maybe. What do we have to do to flip that switch back? I don't know.

Maybe we can't.

Maybe it's one time I think.

No, you already have.

You wouldn't let me in the door otherwise.

The real door or the your front door.

Oh, well, I didn't let you in.

Hilda did.

And why do I have to be the one to open the door or flip a switch or

whatever? Can't you do it? Can't you do the work? Make me love you again?

Can you let me try? Can you stop putting up walls? Can you let me play this

song? Call me, do anything else? I don't have anything else.

What else is there? I can send you flowers.

I can write you a note.

Or I can buy you a house.

Or I 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.

Pay one out and send me the list.

You know, I think I'll pay for it myself, thank you very much.

You see, the problem is.

And it's not a problem, but the problem is I am very stubborn.

Clearly. And I don't.

I 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 that.

Good, because it wears you down.

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.

All or nothing.

All or nothing.

Everyone else needs you.

I don't.

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

It's completely 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 tour? Yeah, I was there, front row.

I won't that if you'd spot me.

You never did.

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

And I'm 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 and

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 tight that my top left wisdom tooth cracked

wide open.

And the pain that it gave me was pure and sharp.

And I could think of no way to describe it other than you.

I was you, and I had cut you out.

So I fled.

Before the encore, before you played Holy Spirit, the one song I thought

might make me feel better.

I ran home, grabbed some lighters and.

Alcohol. Jesus, I'm only exaggerating.

No, I went to the dentist and I got me under.

When I woke up in the chair, my sooth was gone and the anesthesia was

wearing on.

And I felt very sad, like I was in the midst of saying goodbye to something

dear. And then when I was little and we'd move and I feel myself being

pulled away from a house unmade.

Time to love.

Now, this is where it gets strange.

I'm not it.

I had a visitor.

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 was like something had crawled out of my mouth.

Across the bedspread, dark, onto the floor.

Now, I've always been open to ghosts.

If any house was haunted, you'd think it'd be this one.

But I hadn'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.

I can say she was like six different things at once.

She? Yes.

She was a she, I think.

Or maybe the idea of a she.

And she was red.

Not red like a color.

More like red like a feeling.

And she was the most beautiful thing.

I could never stay,

So I opened 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, the not in my stomach 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 everything's been better ever since.

Where did she go? Oh.

Oh, I don't know.

Why do ghosts go when you don't need them anymore? Elsewhere? But Are you

saying that.

Please, this just another metaphor.

Did you really see something? Look, I'm not saying that I saw the spirit of

some recently deceased individual or that my house is haunted by an

ancestor. If someone else, if Hilda, say, had been there, would she have

seen it? Probably not.

But I did.

Whatever neurons in my head differentiate between imagination and

perception. Tell me that I did.

And if you were to ask me why I did, I would say because I needed to.

Perhaps I manifested her.

Perhaps she was my subconscious sending me a message in the only way it knew

I would listen.

Perhaps she was a ghost.

Yeah,

she was.

My ghost examination.

I think I saw her too.

So what, you're ghost? I saw her.

I was being serious online.

So what, you can't even let me have my own ghost story? No, no, it is yours.

It is, it is.

But I think I might be a part of it.

You're making me feel Terry Suit.

And perhaps I don't mean to.

I saw what you saw.

A ghost or a spirit.

And she was red.

And when was this? The first time.

When was the first time? The first time was In Dublin, the 96th stop of the

tour. I was so worn out that

I was.

Was my birthday.

And I wanted to do something special.

I love you.

Dublin. Good.

L.

How does this keep us moving? Oh, there's blood on your back.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, my gosh.

Are you.

Hi. Hi.

Hi. Hi.

Hi. Hi.

Love Day.

Thank you.

Thank you.

So nice to meet you.

So nice to meet you.

Yes. Oh, my gosh.

We are so excited for tonight.

Thank you.

Everyone says you are very special.

Well, that's very kind.

She was sat in the regular seats.

That's why P couldn't find her.

Ah. How long did you say you wasted mine? 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 with us.

Did you like the show? Oh, it was incredible.

It was like.

Like a religious experience or like going to church.

In a good way.

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

Yeah. How many people were there? 18,000? 210.

There were even more.

New York.

All that all at once, putting out all that energy, all of those ups and

downs. And all of it is laser focused, right at you.

It's intense.

How do you handle that? You don't.

You do, but you just.

You sort of take it and.

Yes, but what does it do to you?

Don't ask why you chose me.

But he did.

But you have seen ghosts here before, right? Ah, yes.

There are spirits 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 lights? 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.

Knock to fame Me dame from it ain darker depch.

What's that mean? What does that mean? It means reveal yourselves.

Meaning your heart.

Can I say it, too? Yeah.

Sean, how's it going? Okay.

Knock too faint.

Knock too faint.

Need dame for mentioning dame Fromage aim Docker ditch ain darker ditch

ditch

noctu vain ne Dame Aiden Docker Disney ditch.

Knock to fade need dain for Mitch in docker ditch.

Knock too fame need day Fromage in darker ditch.

Knock too fame need day forage a darker dick.

No. Sorry.

Sorry. That was me.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What is it? Is someone here? Do you feel? I feel nothing.

What are we supposed to feel? She's not from here.

She. She's from somewhere far away,

But she's very nearly here.

Who are we talking about now? Who is she? Do you know? Nado?

No.

Okay, we should maybe.

This is so real.

She's just with us.

No, she isn't.

Imogen, what do you want to tell us? Do you have a message or.

What do you want us to know?

We're here for you.

I'm here for you,

I think.

Looking for you.

My dearest one.

I've come so far.

I've traveled across land and sea.

My feet are bleeding,

my bones

my head.

My head is those.

See in my hair and prayed made of woe Seeing all your sorrows hung over my

shoulders. I'm old.

I can't light up my.

Soon my journey will see me through and I will rest on a bed spun of gold.

For you of thy love.

Now you.

Stumped you.

No.

She opened the door.

Everything was a blur after that.

They bandaged me up, security did their rounds, and eventually everyone else

went to bed.

I wanted to go to sleep, too.

I wanted to.

I wanted to so badly,

But I couldn't.

Those words kept running through my mind.

She was very nearly here.

She was very nearly here.

She was very nearly here.

She was very nearly here.

She was very nearly here.

And then she was

it.

Sam. It.

Someone asks me do I want to stop? And I say no, no.

I keep going.

I sing my songs.

That's what I do.

That's what I do.

This is what I do.

This is what I do.

This is what I do.

This is what I do.

This is what I do.

It.

It's.

You got that cold feeling.

Your sacred heart.

Sm.

Do you know how to pray for anyone? Or if you can make it through?

No Me.

San.

I wasted time.

My sacred Heart's been feeling blue Should I have f or come myself to make

some room and let everyone else.

I watched the videos that night.

Hundred times.

Thousands of cameras.

All see the same thing.

She wasn't really there.

But I also know what I saw.

But I somehow.

All those things are true.

Sam.

It.

Where is she now?

I can't sleep.

I can't heal.

I monetized without many pills.

Every minute of every day,

I feel her inside me.

She's always there.

Like

a cloud or stone.

I don't know.

I think.

Maybe I'm supposed to keep her there.

Like. Like that's what I have to do.

That's my job now.

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

You leave me.

How far is it from London to Dublin?

Five, 600 kilometers.

How long would it take to walk that far? A person? You'd have to cross the

sea, I suppose.

The sea would slowly turn.

And how long was it from the time you played in Hyde park until your 97th

show? Four years.

Go and read a single one of these.

None of them seem like.

Let's double check.

How long have we known each other?

24, 25 years.

That number seems so small when you say it,

so. Let's say there is something inside of you.

You came from somewhere and traveled across oceans to find you.

And maybe that's somewhere as we.

But if that's true, it also stands for reason.

But all these coming and coming goings are just how our little minds process

the eb and flow of something that's always been there.

Maybe

we came to it and you think you need to hold it close and keep it inside.

And not me.

I want her out.

So let's stop.

Let's cast her out.

It can't be that hard.

Seen enough films?

No. I don't like this.

There is nothing to be scared of.

Stop. If it gets dangerous.

I just wanna.

I just wanna 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, she's who you wrote your song about, isn't

she? Yes.

So let's make the dress flower her too.

See what she wants to tell us.

Now, do you need three of us? Should I call Hilda? No.

And you're right.

The two of us must be the ones to do it.

I would do.

You said I need to open my heart.

So here I am, opening it as far as I can.

And I say to you, my friend, we are going to do this.

What's all that? Offerings.

Totems. Things to focus our energy.

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

it. In fact, they is no true meaning to any object at all without our

prescription. So.

These shears are not shears.

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.

This.

This is a sword of protection.

And this is the oil

with which we will anoint ourselves as we await the day of our Pentecost.

It.

Why are you 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 all alone.

We have to do this now, while we can.

Now, what was that spell you chanted?

Look. Too faint.

Look, too faint.

Look. Too faint.

Arises. Arises.

Arises. Give me your hands.

Close your eyes and breathe with me.

And out.

Breathe.

Breathe.

It.

Spirit, if you are here, give us something.

Give us a sign.

Spirit,

if you are with us, know you are welcome and well loved.

Spirit, if you are here, know that you have a home.

But it is not within us.

We cannot be your respite.

Our house is full.

So now let my voice be your light as you make your way towards the door.

Listen as I name the wrongs of your ladder.

Come on.

And on.

Mother Mary, Magnificat.

Abashed. The devil,

poor thing.

Cut me out.

Exhalation.

The greatest hands from the years of our Lord 2003-2015.

The third Mary.

Is the door and it is open.

And the world outside

is brighter and more beautiful than ever.

So come out.

Out. Out.

Out. Out.

Sam. I'm out.

Sam. Out.

Sam. She can't hear you.

She can.

Just listen.

Out. Just help.

This is going to work.

Oh, Sam.

Play your mind.

She's coming.

She's coming.

You forgot something odd.

She needs a way out.

No. I don't know.

Maybe she needs more.

A key to open the door.

Closing.

It's.

Jesus christ.

It.

Hey. Here's some rest.

Get a nice bit of sleep.

And when you wake up, I might just have something to show you.

You will.

And it'll be perfect.

It.

What's the time? Almost 12.

Tell me what's happening.

Well, right about now, Neil Contra is probably finishing Paper Moon.

She's waving good night to the audience Darkness is falling all right it's

six minutes a minute, everyone.

Then there's a light not on the stage but from the backs to theater Everyone

turns to look and there she is Mother Mary shining bright she's coming down

the aisle she's coming from far beyond the aisle from across the ocean.

Now she's taking the stage 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 when she reaches really means to

say is what she's saying is this song isn't for you.

It's for you.

What is she doing?

And then she closes her eyes at five minutes to midnight she opens her mouth

she's gonna sing a song she's gonna sing a song she's gonna sing her song

and she sings your song.

It is the greatest song in the history of.

Sam. Yes.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It.