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Sylvere: Dear Dick...

It must have been the desert winds

that went to our head that first night we met you.

Or maybe it was the desire

to fictionalize life a little bit.

I don't know.

But now we're here,

pivoting around the same woman.

I could write on and on about my history with Chris,

but it would matter little.

That would just be a diversion.

Do I know you?

Just tell her.

[chuckle] Tell me what?

Oh, I'm your abortion.

And I'm your miscarriage.

Are you fucking with me?

I always thought you would be girls.

This is so weird.

Yeah, but don't you think he looks a lot like Sylvere?

Oh, no, I see it. That hair-- that privileged hair.

Did you, uh, did you do everything you wanted?

Ah, that's a good question.

Um, no.

I mean, I'm not dead yet, right?

So there's-- I guess there is a chance--

[gasp]

Ohh.

Oh.

♪ Eh

♪ Eh

♪ "Are you goin' to the party ♪

♪ On Saturday?" she asked ♪

♪ As if I didn't know

♪ See, I'm running as fast as I could ♪

♪ Sayin' things I thought I should ♪

♪ But it was just a little too slow ♪

♪ Oh, Elizabeth, don't keep me guessing ♪

♪ I've been at the door

♪ And saw you were dressing ♪

♪ The words came out one after another ♪

♪ Should have been my

♪ Oh, oh, oh, eh

♪ Eh

♪ Eh

♪Eh ♪

Is Chris around?

No.

No, she is not.

That's cool.

Don't-- Don't-- Don't--

Stop pretending like you don't know

what's going on, okay?

Everybody in this town knows what's going on.

I'm the laughingstock.

Ah, I'm so fucking hilarious.

Oh, come on, man.

It's just chatter.

It'll blow over. Give it a week.

A little longer, okay? Maybe.

You know, I don't even give a shit

what people think.

I don't care.

I mean,

there is no shame in loving somebody

who suddenly just says

"Fuck it, I don't love you anymore."

I'm totally fine with that because I know what love is.

Love-- You know, you cannot love somebody

unless you're willing to destroy yourself.

Boom! I did it.

So I know I can love.

Mm-hmm.

[clank]

I wrote a ritual performance thing,

and we're putting it on tonight.

You should come.

Oh, no.

No rituals for me.

But thank you.

It might be good to get out of the house.

I'm out of the house.

Dick, please.

[shivering] Hi. I was afraid--

Can I please come in?

Please, can I come in?

Come here. Come here.

- Sit down. - Okay.

Thank you. Thank you.

Ah.

There. There.

I'm going to-- I'm going to run you a bath.

You'll be all right.

[faucet creaks]

[water running]

I've been thinking of you, Dick.

Now that Chris is gone, I can think about you.

I wonder if this whole thing could have been avoided.

Would Chris have ever fallen in love with you

if I hadn't been there to make it so embarrassing?

And I find myself needing to apologize to you.

Did we have any right

to push our fantasies on you?

What would I have done if I were you, Dick?

I took this whole intrigue to be something of a joke,

a lark.

But I underestimated how quickly love can change.

[door opens]

Oh, Sorry. Sorry. Just bri--

Just bringing you some clothes and--

just, uh...

Your jeans fit like--

maybe a little bit too well.

Weirdly perfect.

So anyone else know you're here?

Uh, no.

I, um...

I s-- I saw some boulders

on-- on my way up here,

just kind of snaking up towards the horizon.

Are those-- Is that yours?

That's mine.

It's a new work.

Wow.

Did you move-- move those yourself?

Because they're, like-- they're huge.

No, I-- I can't move boulders by myself.

Huh. How did you--

I'm just curious. How did you--

I do a mockup, and I lay it out,

and then guys with big machines do the heavy lifting.

You hungry?

- Mm. - Let's eat.

Mm.

So did you like it?

I haven't tried it yet.

I mean my work.

Um...

you know, it's not my thing.

Wah-wah. [chuckle]

I'm kidding. I'm, uh...

I would say that I just need, um,

a little bit of time to...

uh, just process it.

I quit the Institute.

Why?

You are the Institute.

Well, not anymore.

I don't know, you know?

I, uh, I came out here from New York.

Tried to get away from...

the noise, you know...

the scene and--

and, uh, I did for a long time.

Now I think the noise is...

it's not out here, you know? It's--

So...

just thinking about...

taking some risks.

Hmm.

You know what?

I'm going to play you a song.

♪♪ [rock guitar]

New York Dolls: ♪ Haah

Sylvere: As unorthodox

as this whole thing has been,

it has brought me a deeper respect for love--

its ingenuity and it's refusal to be categorized

and set down to fossilize.

♪ And the song from your other boys ♪

- Hmm. - You know this?

Mm-hmm I saw these guys.

Yeah?

I saw them at Little Steven's in New York City.

You know, no Johnny Thunders, though, obviously.

Back in 2005.

- 2005? Wow. - Yeah.

♪ Oh, it's a lonely planet

♪ Joy, when

Now, uh, move.

I'm the worst-- I'm terrible.

- No. - The worst dancer.

No, no.

Did I tell you that Johnny Thunders kissed me once?

Shut the fuck up.

No, he didn't.

He did, he did. It was like--

It was an Ecstasy thing,

and, uh, a little weird, but--

I do remember he had very soft hair.

- Soft hair? - Yeah.

Mm.

♪ Oh, it's so lonely

♪ Ohh

♪ Ahh

Sylvere: I suppose I should thank you, Dick.

All this time I thought we were writing letters to you.

But we were writing letters to love.

New York Dolls: ♪ Ooh-ooh, yeah

♪ Oh, it's such a lonely planet ♪

♪ Joy

♪ In the song from your other boys ♪

♪ That's when I'm a lonely planet boy ♪

♪ I'm tryin'

♪ Oh, I'm cryin'

What do you say we get drunk

and make a fire?

♪ ...dying

♪ Baby, for your love

Yeah, fire.

♪ Whoa, whoa, yeah

I dedicate this letter to you, Dick, nonetheless.

♪ Oh, yeah

With all my love, Sylvere.

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah

♪ My little runaway

Mmm.

♪♪ [drum beat]

Okay, guys, what we're going to do right now

is just, uh...

we're going to walk in place.

Just like that.

Shift your weight from one foot to another.

Don't forget your hips.

Okay. Just keep moving. Good.

Gentlemen, what we're doing today is

we're going to offer up our beauty.

It's a beauty dance.

We're going to give our best,

bravest, strongest beauty.

Feel your face.

1, 2, 3, 4, and all that beautiful hair.

And 1, 2, 3. Here I am.

5, 6, 7. Look left.

And 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.

♪♪ [drum beat accelerates]

Now hold yourselves.

Just like that.

Dear Marfa,

we offer to you our beauty dance.

- [whistling] - I'm watching you!

- Devon: Come join us. - Whoo!

- [applause] - Yes!

[whooping]

I see you. You're beautiful.

♪♪ [brass section]

I'll tell you, this is a shit cigarette.

Wait. Let me do that.

All right. Your fingers are all... cold.

Here. Hold that.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, because, see, if you-- if you stare at me,

I'm not-- I'm not going to be able to do it.

So a little bit-- That's a little too much pressure.

We have one.

Okay, we've got one.

Here.

Mm.

Uh-huh.

There he is-- Orion.

You see his belt right-- hanging down right there?

I can't believe he's been sitting there

the whole time. We haven't even noticed him.

That's not his belt.

What are you talking about? That's his belt.

- Mm-mm. - Yeah, it is.

- No. - Yeah.

That's his scythe.

What?

The scythe. That's his arm.

So that wouldn't be his belt.

He's holding his arm. That-- Do you see--

They think that if you're looking at it straight on,

but it's actually like--

You know, there's an app that you can get.

You just hold it up to the stars,

and it will tell you exactly--

Mm. Go on--

Wait, wait. Okay.

Wait.

Hang on.

Okay. Oh, yeah.

I feel scared.

No, I'm not scared. I'm sick.

I don't know why that came out of my mouth.

I'm going to shut up.

- Yeah. - Okay. Shh.

Mm.

- Oh, shush. - Mm.

My God, you're so beautiful.

You're so beaut-- You're so-- Whoa.

I'm so hard right now. Can you feel how hard I am?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Ohh. Oh, my God.

Feel my-- my pussy's touching the inside of your jeans.

Take them off.

I have to take my shoes off.

What does your belt buckle say?

Okay.

Oh, my God.

- Watch it. - Uh-huh.

- Watch it. - Oh, my God.

Watch it.

Oh, Dick.

Oh, fuck, you're so fucking hot.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Stop, stop, stop.

Your tits. I want to see your tits.

It's your shirt.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Oh, yeah. You have such beautiful breasts-ts-ts-ts.

Ts-ts.

Ts-ts.

Oh, my God.

Yeah.

Mm! Okay.

Touch my pussy.

Here.

Mm. Oh, my God.

Are you kidding me?

Ohh!

- Yeah. - Wow.

Yeah.

You're so wet right now.

God, I--

That's me, you know.

That's me making you wet.

Oh, my God.

- Say it. - You make me so wet.

Say it again. I want to hear you say it.

You make me so wet. Its all you.

What's that?

Wait. What is that?

Uh... [chuckle]

Wait. What-- What is today?

I don't know.

Am I late or am I early?

- Um... - I'm late.

Is it the 18th?

I don't know, but I'm just going to--

- just, uh-- - Okay.

I'll be right back.

Dick?

[faucet creaks]

[water running]

Dick?

♪ I made a small ♪

♪ Small song

♪ Mm-mm

♪ I made a small

♪ Small song

♪ Mm-mm

♪ I sang it all night long

♪ All through the wind and rain ♪

♪ Until the morning came ♪

♪ Mm-mm-mm

♪ This song is my small

[door closes]

♪ Song, mm

Chris.

♪ This song is my ♪

♪ Small song

♪ Mm-mm

♪ I sang it all night long

♪ And when the morning came ♪

♪ I had to start

♪ All over again

♪ This song is so

♪ So small

♪ Mm-mm

♪ My song is so, so... ♪

Chris: Dear Dick...

♪ I could get down and crawl ♪

♪ Searching from wall to wall ♪

♪ And ne-ever see ♪

♪ Anything at all ♪

♪ How could you hate ♪

♪ Such a small song?

♪ Mm-mm

♪ This song is my

♪ Small song

♪ Mm-mm

♪ I sang it all night long

♪ And when the morning came

♪ I had to start ♪

♪ All over again

♪ My song is so, so small

♪ Mm-mm

♪ My song is so, so small

♪ Mm-mm

♪ How could you hate

♪ Such a small song?

♪ Mm-mm