I Love Dick (2016) s01e06 Episode Script
This is Not a Love Letter
1 And is it the carnival? I can't hear, it's too far away But, love, with me, you always stay No matter which street you walk upon It's the same sun on us shining But see how mine is cold and pining For the heat that you bring When you take me in your arms Oh, love, come dance a simple step with me Oh, love, let's move in time Feel the 1, 2, 3 Oh, love, can you hear the ocean's heart is mine How it swells inside La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la This is not a love song This is not a love song This is not a love song This is not a love song I'm crossing over Not a love song This is not a love song This is not a love song This is not a love song This is not a love song This is not a love song This is not a love song This is not a love song I'm adaptable and I like my new role I'm getting better and better I have a new goal I'm changing my ways where money applies This is not a love song This is not a love song This is not a love song This is not a love song This is not a love song This is not a love song This is not a love song Take it outside, man.
And I like my new role Yo.
You guys have to come see this.
I have a new goal I'm changing my ways where money applies This is not a love song This is not a love song This is not a love song This is not a love song Happiness and sunshine This is not a love song Thanks, darlin' - [sighs.]
- Oh, good Lord.
You two [chuckles.]
you made quite the splash.
Well, you know, it's really more her solo show.
- Are you shitting me? - I shit you not.
Dick does not care to be made a spectacle of.
You better watch your back, hon.
Hi.
I, uh [clears throat.]
I I don't have a reservation or anything.
I was wondering if you have any, uh, availability for one? Uh, yeah, we have a couple rooms.
Okay, well, I just I just need one.
Quiet.
Just real quiet.
It's, uh I have, um Sorry.
Okay, this It's under my husband's name.
I hope that's okay.
I don't care.
Okay.
Shit.
You know what? Give me a sec, I gotta find the credit card thingy.
Right.
Real talk, I just started my shift, and I'm high as fuck right now.
You work at that taco place? Yeah.
Marfa hustle.
I got, like, three jobs.
I'm always on.
Right.
Don't you have a home? Yeah, just kind of taking some space.
You know what? We are good to go.
- Got complimentary waters.
- Great.
It's gonna be room nine.
Thanks.
I am fully prepared to accept the consequences.
Dusk gets red, and red dust plays On the wind near Daniel's place Danny's sick and smaller boy's Rhythm lingers on and on On and on On and on [laughing.]
[clattering.]
Hey.
Watch it there, Picasso.
Man: There he is, "The Scarlet Letter.
" - Oh, hey.
- Howdy.
Uh, tequila on the rocks for my friend.
Sure.
Thanks.
Can't stay out of the news, can you? - Whole town's clackin'.
- There you go, hon.
Girl trouble, huh? [chuckles.]
Sorry.
I've lived with three wives and two daughters.
Ain't none of 'em ever pulled a stunt crazy as that.
Could I bum one of those smokes? "Dear Dick, can't stop thinkin' about your face.
" - [grunting.]
- Woman: Hey.
Hey! Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Get the hell outta here, man.
Get outta here.
[overlapping dialog.]
Goddamnit! What's the matter with you? Devon: All right, fuckers.
Welcome to my new space.
Aren't there snakes inside? - I de-snaked it.
- What? Woo! [chuckles.]
- This is sweet.
- Yeah.
- What is this place? - This is so cool.
- That could be our green room.
- Oh, my gosh.
This is our new home for rehearsals.
- How'd you find this place? - Just a quick question.
Anybody else wondering what prompted this maelstrom of letter posting? Dude, she's like a fucking ninja.
There were letters practically shoved up my ass.
Okay, guys, let's do this.
Gather up.
Hey, pull out those letters, and just shout out whatever hits you in the gut.
- Geoff.
- "Dear Dick - Uh-huh.
- "I am on a mission to obliterate "the walls around my desire.
" That's it.
Guys.
Okay, come on, Marco.
Let it go.
"Is this the dumb cunt exegesis you were expecting?" - Uh-huh.
- What? Come on.
Hit me, Sue.
Come on.
"Dear Dick, I will not be muzzled.
" - Uh-huh.
- "I got up from the table, - and I thought you were following me.
" - "Stalking your prey.
" You're not gonna be muzzled.
"The closest I can come to touching you, and I still want to, is to take a photo of the barn in your town.
" - Stalking your prey.
- Dumb cunt exegesis.
Dear Dick, I thought when I got up from the table - Sorry, I couldn't hear you.
- I will not be muzzled! - Stalking your prey.
- No! - [cell phone chimes.]
- [overlapping dialog.]
Your actions demand attention.
Oh, wowie.
- What? - Um, you might want to come on over, and see this for yourself.
Toby: Art.
- Art is a promise.
- All right, what is it? potential sacred space.
This beautiful landscape, pillaged by phalluses pumping oil.
Oil that spills into the soil, ruining the crop.
Ruining water.
Yo, this isn't freaking you guys out? - These are not passive - Oh, your girl's out of control, man.
My girl? I don't really know her.
This is a fuckin' trap, dude.
- You gotta go talk to her.
- I gotta go talk to her? You're the one who fuckin' drove her here.
- Watching, witnessing - Looks like some kind of art thing.
Eyes that won't look away.
I offer my body, my visibility, my privilege.
I invite an open dialog.
Don't look away.
More importantly, look at yourselves.
Look at what you are doing.
Look at what you do by not doing something.
[knocking.]
- Hey.
- Oh.
Have you seen this? Huh? Have you seen this? Okay.
Let me just The whole fucking town has seen these.
Ugh, fuck.
Okay, look Every single street corner is littered with my name.
Okay, I Well, I don't even know how she she's very This is a serious invasion of my privacy.
- Yeah.
- Where the fuck is she? Hm? Uh, we decided to take some space.
Look, I know that Chris can be a little impulsive, but, I mean, this You can no longer continue at the institute, that is clear.
Oh, no, whoa, whoa, come on, no, please.
You and your wife need to stay the hell away from me.
[sighs.]
Okay, look.
I want you to know I had nothing to do with writing those letters.
I don't give a shit what you do in the privacy of your marriage behind closed doors, but I will not be dragged into this.
All right.
No.
What I'm saying is I All that The stuff about her and I fantasizing about you, I don't I don't I'm not I don't I don't feel that way about you.
But, you know, I did my living in the '70s, - you know - I get it.
- I had a little dick now and then.
- I get it! Sorry.
Jesus, I can't believe this is happening.
Yeah.
Tell me about it.
You got anything to drink? My obsession with you, or whatever it is, has made it possible for me to accept my failures.
My failure as a filmmaker, and the failure of my marriage.
Look, uh, I know a really good mental facility.
In Alpine.
I can get you the number.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Just stop.
Okay? Just She's not that kind of crazy.
She's harmful to herself and others.
No, look, she's going through some shit, and she is emotional.
And And she's eccentric, and and she's intense.
- She needs help.
- But she is not mentally ill.
She's not some fuckin' whack job.
All right, all right, easy.
You don't know shit about my wife.
I'm just trying to be of assistance.
Okay? Ah.
Well Just for the record, she is far from the craziest chick I ever went out with.
I mean, by a long way.
- Okay.
- One chick, she burned every pair of underwear I had.
[chuckles.]
And put it on the stoop of my building for me when I got home.
The firemen putting out the underwear that she had poured lighter fluid over.
All right, I dated this chick once, gave me crabs, when I got the, you know, the poison, drug store Quell.
- Dwell.
- Quell.
- Quell.
- Yeah.
When I told her that I had them removed, she burst into tears, left me, because she was a vegan.
[laughing.]
Okay, that wins.
Hands down, that wins.
Hell yeah, it does.
Just It A crab genocide.
[laughing.]
What's wrong with these women? [chuckles.]
Yeah.
[sighs.]
Although, I have to say, your wife, man she wins points for creativity.
[chuckles.]
Well, I'll drink to that.
Man: Why she still here? What the fuck is she doing here, anyway? It's just such a stunning embodiment of a new epoch where academia and art and social media create a a post-modern bricolage of high and low culture.
Very curious to see how it unfolds.
It's a real, uh, life becomes art becomes life shit, huh? Yes.
Precisely.
Lookin' pretty pink there.
How long is this, uh treatise, lecture or whatever thing gonna last? I don't know.
I'm not really into it.
By the way.
Then that's your experience of it.
It seems to me like you're just real busy inflicting all your privilege on all these big working class mostly brown dudes just so that somebody out there, or you, can see what might happen.
That's condescending.
It's an exercise in the mutual debasement of foreign bodies invading foreign lands.
[scoffs.]
Foreign.
Toby, please, you're just You're using these guys without their consent.
You do realize this is, like, their livelihood? You know? They're human beings, they're not just your fucking lab rats.
It's fucking unethical.
Okay? And irresponsible, and honestly, fucking pedestrian, Toby, - and you know it.
- Oh, please.
And you don't care because every white feminist out there is gonna come and congratulate you with a big pat on the back for being so brave, and making art that's still subversive for what, the sake of being subversive? That's so fuckin' played out.
It's bullshit, Toby.
You're gonna criticize my expression? What are you doing? Some performance piece of found text.
- [scoffs.]
- At least I'm using my own body.
Okay, Toby.
Whatever.
Fuck.
The truth is I just wish that you would come and sleep in my bed with me.
Tonight.
So there.
Do whatever you want with that information.
[siren blaring.]
You should probably put your clothes on.
It could be any number of charges.
Devon: Eh, don't worry about this guy.
I went to grade school with him.
He's nothing but a fucking gnat.
All right, folks.
Show's over, let's wrap it up.
Looking good, man.
You don't look a day over 13.
All right, please just calm down.
Ma'am, I'm gonna need you to uh to cover that up, please.
She doesn't need to do anything, man.
She's not hurtin' anybody.
- I will fuckin' arrest you.
- Oh, yeah? - All she has to do - Oh, what, man, you want to arrest me? [overlapping dialog.]
Step back! Come on! - For fuck sake! - Okay, here we go.
You want to mess around? You wanna be funny? That's it.
You're under arrest.
Get your cuffs out, Del Campo.
Under Texas municipal code 41011, you're both under arrest for indecent exposure.
Such a fuckin' hero.
All right, come on.
This is not ideal.
Nice fuckin' job, cowboy.
Just just get in.
So funny.
Devon: Party on, you guys! Stop talking.
Where are the keys at? Is this supposed to be a quesadilla? This tastes like shit.
You know, I don't think you have been completely innocent in all of this.
You accusing me of something? I just find it a little hard to believe that she would make all this up without some sort of, uh reciprocation from you.
Oh, shut the fuck up.
No, I mean, subconscious or not, I mean, you ride a horse into town.
You You've got a cowboy hat and that belt buckle.
I mean wh what's the effect you're goin' for? Just tell me that.
I have acted nothing but respectably towards your wife.
You know, you're seducing her.
I mean, by being so dismissive.
I mean, your This whole cowboy persona, it just plays into the longing she has to be rejected by a quiet, desperate man.
Not my problem.
Isn't there a part of you just sort of enjoying this a little bit? [scoffs.]
Enjoying it.
She stole my name.
She has violated my privacy.
She's writing pornography, and using me as the object.
Yeah, but the writing.
It's really good, right? - I mean, it's fuckin' good.
- So what? Come on, you can't deny that.
So what? It's still fucked up.
Fucked up.
Well, then it's only fair, 'cause you know, men have been doing that with women for centuries.
Using them as the source of their creativity.
What's the matter, you don't like being a muse? Can I tell you the truth? It's humiliating.
[sighs.]
Love is humiliating.
Yeah.
You ever been married, you'd know that.
I was married.
For a year.
Ah, well, lucky you.
You got out of that.
She died.
I'm sorry.
I'm I'm really I'm sorry.
Fuck.
God, I just can't I can't even imagine that.
I don't know how you get up in the morning.
Just time.
Time allows you to imagine other things.
I want to say something.
Okay.
But it's gonna sound a little weird.
- Weirder than this? - Much.
I think I think you should fuck my wife.
You want me to fuck your wife.
I don't want you to fuck my wife.
I said I think you should fuck my wife.
Wow.
Oh, you don't Forget it.
Forget it.
Forget it.
Just forget I even said that.
I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about.
[sighs.]
That's okay.
- I, uh - It's okay.
I just think that if you fuck her, once, and I mean once, she will see you're mortal, and and that your skin is sagging, and your breath is bad, just like everybody else.
And that you walk like a cowboy because you have plantar "fasciotus.
" - Fasciitis.
- Fasciitis.
- [chuckles.]
- What? - [laughs.]
Okay.
- What? I get it.
I know exactly what this is.
- Yeah, what is this? - This is part of the game.
- Right? - No.
Yeah, sure it is.
Come on.
Come on.
- You get me boozed up - It's not a game.
You get me to share some shit.
You put together a nice juicy story waiting for her - as soon as she gets home.
- There's no story.
This is real fuckin' life.
This is real life.
I want you to fuck my wife to end this.
Just to end it.
Just fuck her.
I'm not attracted to her.
Yes, you are.
[door opens, closes.]
Father, Father, let me love you Saw you wandering in my dream last night Singin' wonder, wonder what you might do I'm not gonna be driven by other people's voices, especially yours.
Whisper all your deepest fears You can trust me Dear Dick, this is not a love letter.
This is a manifesto.
Father, Father, why you let me go Father, please [knocking.]
Coming.
Father, Father, why you let me go Father Well, you got my attention.
Let me love you Let me love you Let me love you Let me love you Let me love you Let me love you Let me love you Let me love you Don't try to fight, don't let me go You've gone too far from what I know I lost my heart in the dark with you Father, Father, why you let me go Father, please Father, please don't let me go Father, Father, why you let me go Father, please [laughter.]
And I like my new role Yo.
You guys have to come see this.
I have a new goal I'm changing my ways where money applies This is not a love song This is not a love song This is not a love song This is not a love song Happiness and sunshine This is not a love song Thanks, darlin' - [sighs.]
- Oh, good Lord.
You two [chuckles.]
you made quite the splash.
Well, you know, it's really more her solo show.
- Are you shitting me? - I shit you not.
Dick does not care to be made a spectacle of.
You better watch your back, hon.
Hi.
I, uh [clears throat.]
I I don't have a reservation or anything.
I was wondering if you have any, uh, availability for one? Uh, yeah, we have a couple rooms.
Okay, well, I just I just need one.
Quiet.
Just real quiet.
It's, uh I have, um Sorry.
Okay, this It's under my husband's name.
I hope that's okay.
I don't care.
Okay.
Shit.
You know what? Give me a sec, I gotta find the credit card thingy.
Right.
Real talk, I just started my shift, and I'm high as fuck right now.
You work at that taco place? Yeah.
Marfa hustle.
I got, like, three jobs.
I'm always on.
Right.
Don't you have a home? Yeah, just kind of taking some space.
You know what? We are good to go.
- Got complimentary waters.
- Great.
It's gonna be room nine.
Thanks.
I am fully prepared to accept the consequences.
Dusk gets red, and red dust plays On the wind near Daniel's place Danny's sick and smaller boy's Rhythm lingers on and on On and on On and on [laughing.]
[clattering.]
Hey.
Watch it there, Picasso.
Man: There he is, "The Scarlet Letter.
" - Oh, hey.
- Howdy.
Uh, tequila on the rocks for my friend.
Sure.
Thanks.
Can't stay out of the news, can you? - Whole town's clackin'.
- There you go, hon.
Girl trouble, huh? [chuckles.]
Sorry.
I've lived with three wives and two daughters.
Ain't none of 'em ever pulled a stunt crazy as that.
Could I bum one of those smokes? "Dear Dick, can't stop thinkin' about your face.
" - [grunting.]
- Woman: Hey.
Hey! Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Get the hell outta here, man.
Get outta here.
[overlapping dialog.]
Goddamnit! What's the matter with you? Devon: All right, fuckers.
Welcome to my new space.
Aren't there snakes inside? - I de-snaked it.
- What? Woo! [chuckles.]
- This is sweet.
- Yeah.
- What is this place? - This is so cool.
- That could be our green room.
- Oh, my gosh.
This is our new home for rehearsals.
- How'd you find this place? - Just a quick question.
Anybody else wondering what prompted this maelstrom of letter posting? Dude, she's like a fucking ninja.
There were letters practically shoved up my ass.
Okay, guys, let's do this.
Gather up.
Hey, pull out those letters, and just shout out whatever hits you in the gut.
- Geoff.
- "Dear Dick - Uh-huh.
- "I am on a mission to obliterate "the walls around my desire.
" That's it.
Guys.
Okay, come on, Marco.
Let it go.
"Is this the dumb cunt exegesis you were expecting?" - Uh-huh.
- What? Come on.
Hit me, Sue.
Come on.
"Dear Dick, I will not be muzzled.
" - Uh-huh.
- "I got up from the table, - and I thought you were following me.
" - "Stalking your prey.
" You're not gonna be muzzled.
"The closest I can come to touching you, and I still want to, is to take a photo of the barn in your town.
" - Stalking your prey.
- Dumb cunt exegesis.
Dear Dick, I thought when I got up from the table - Sorry, I couldn't hear you.
- I will not be muzzled! - Stalking your prey.
- No! - [cell phone chimes.]
- [overlapping dialog.]
Your actions demand attention.
Oh, wowie.
- What? - Um, you might want to come on over, and see this for yourself.
Toby: Art.
- Art is a promise.
- All right, what is it? potential sacred space.
This beautiful landscape, pillaged by phalluses pumping oil.
Oil that spills into the soil, ruining the crop.
Ruining water.
Yo, this isn't freaking you guys out? - These are not passive - Oh, your girl's out of control, man.
My girl? I don't really know her.
This is a fuckin' trap, dude.
- You gotta go talk to her.
- I gotta go talk to her? You're the one who fuckin' drove her here.
- Watching, witnessing - Looks like some kind of art thing.
Eyes that won't look away.
I offer my body, my visibility, my privilege.
I invite an open dialog.
Don't look away.
More importantly, look at yourselves.
Look at what you are doing.
Look at what you do by not doing something.
[knocking.]
- Hey.
- Oh.
Have you seen this? Huh? Have you seen this? Okay.
Let me just The whole fucking town has seen these.
Ugh, fuck.
Okay, look Every single street corner is littered with my name.
Okay, I Well, I don't even know how she she's very This is a serious invasion of my privacy.
- Yeah.
- Where the fuck is she? Hm? Uh, we decided to take some space.
Look, I know that Chris can be a little impulsive, but, I mean, this You can no longer continue at the institute, that is clear.
Oh, no, whoa, whoa, come on, no, please.
You and your wife need to stay the hell away from me.
[sighs.]
Okay, look.
I want you to know I had nothing to do with writing those letters.
I don't give a shit what you do in the privacy of your marriage behind closed doors, but I will not be dragged into this.
All right.
No.
What I'm saying is I All that The stuff about her and I fantasizing about you, I don't I don't I'm not I don't I don't feel that way about you.
But, you know, I did my living in the '70s, - you know - I get it.
- I had a little dick now and then.
- I get it! Sorry.
Jesus, I can't believe this is happening.
Yeah.
Tell me about it.
You got anything to drink? My obsession with you, or whatever it is, has made it possible for me to accept my failures.
My failure as a filmmaker, and the failure of my marriage.
Look, uh, I know a really good mental facility.
In Alpine.
I can get you the number.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Just stop.
Okay? Just She's not that kind of crazy.
She's harmful to herself and others.
No, look, she's going through some shit, and she is emotional.
And And she's eccentric, and and she's intense.
- She needs help.
- But she is not mentally ill.
She's not some fuckin' whack job.
All right, all right, easy.
You don't know shit about my wife.
I'm just trying to be of assistance.
Okay? Ah.
Well Just for the record, she is far from the craziest chick I ever went out with.
I mean, by a long way.
- Okay.
- One chick, she burned every pair of underwear I had.
[chuckles.]
And put it on the stoop of my building for me when I got home.
The firemen putting out the underwear that she had poured lighter fluid over.
All right, I dated this chick once, gave me crabs, when I got the, you know, the poison, drug store Quell.
- Dwell.
- Quell.
- Quell.
- Yeah.
When I told her that I had them removed, she burst into tears, left me, because she was a vegan.
[laughing.]
Okay, that wins.
Hands down, that wins.
Hell yeah, it does.
Just It A crab genocide.
[laughing.]
What's wrong with these women? [chuckles.]
Yeah.
[sighs.]
Although, I have to say, your wife, man she wins points for creativity.
[chuckles.]
Well, I'll drink to that.
Man: Why she still here? What the fuck is she doing here, anyway? It's just such a stunning embodiment of a new epoch where academia and art and social media create a a post-modern bricolage of high and low culture.
Very curious to see how it unfolds.
It's a real, uh, life becomes art becomes life shit, huh? Yes.
Precisely.
Lookin' pretty pink there.
How long is this, uh treatise, lecture or whatever thing gonna last? I don't know.
I'm not really into it.
By the way.
Then that's your experience of it.
It seems to me like you're just real busy inflicting all your privilege on all these big working class mostly brown dudes just so that somebody out there, or you, can see what might happen.
That's condescending.
It's an exercise in the mutual debasement of foreign bodies invading foreign lands.
[scoffs.]
Foreign.
Toby, please, you're just You're using these guys without their consent.
You do realize this is, like, their livelihood? You know? They're human beings, they're not just your fucking lab rats.
It's fucking unethical.
Okay? And irresponsible, and honestly, fucking pedestrian, Toby, - and you know it.
- Oh, please.
And you don't care because every white feminist out there is gonna come and congratulate you with a big pat on the back for being so brave, and making art that's still subversive for what, the sake of being subversive? That's so fuckin' played out.
It's bullshit, Toby.
You're gonna criticize my expression? What are you doing? Some performance piece of found text.
- [scoffs.]
- At least I'm using my own body.
Okay, Toby.
Whatever.
Fuck.
The truth is I just wish that you would come and sleep in my bed with me.
Tonight.
So there.
Do whatever you want with that information.
[siren blaring.]
You should probably put your clothes on.
It could be any number of charges.
Devon: Eh, don't worry about this guy.
I went to grade school with him.
He's nothing but a fucking gnat.
All right, folks.
Show's over, let's wrap it up.
Looking good, man.
You don't look a day over 13.
All right, please just calm down.
Ma'am, I'm gonna need you to uh to cover that up, please.
She doesn't need to do anything, man.
She's not hurtin' anybody.
- I will fuckin' arrest you.
- Oh, yeah? - All she has to do - Oh, what, man, you want to arrest me? [overlapping dialog.]
Step back! Come on! - For fuck sake! - Okay, here we go.
You want to mess around? You wanna be funny? That's it.
You're under arrest.
Get your cuffs out, Del Campo.
Under Texas municipal code 41011, you're both under arrest for indecent exposure.
Such a fuckin' hero.
All right, come on.
This is not ideal.
Nice fuckin' job, cowboy.
Just just get in.
So funny.
Devon: Party on, you guys! Stop talking.
Where are the keys at? Is this supposed to be a quesadilla? This tastes like shit.
You know, I don't think you have been completely innocent in all of this.
You accusing me of something? I just find it a little hard to believe that she would make all this up without some sort of, uh reciprocation from you.
Oh, shut the fuck up.
No, I mean, subconscious or not, I mean, you ride a horse into town.
You You've got a cowboy hat and that belt buckle.
I mean wh what's the effect you're goin' for? Just tell me that.
I have acted nothing but respectably towards your wife.
You know, you're seducing her.
I mean, by being so dismissive.
I mean, your This whole cowboy persona, it just plays into the longing she has to be rejected by a quiet, desperate man.
Not my problem.
Isn't there a part of you just sort of enjoying this a little bit? [scoffs.]
Enjoying it.
She stole my name.
She has violated my privacy.
She's writing pornography, and using me as the object.
Yeah, but the writing.
It's really good, right? - I mean, it's fuckin' good.
- So what? Come on, you can't deny that.
So what? It's still fucked up.
Fucked up.
Well, then it's only fair, 'cause you know, men have been doing that with women for centuries.
Using them as the source of their creativity.
What's the matter, you don't like being a muse? Can I tell you the truth? It's humiliating.
[sighs.]
Love is humiliating.
Yeah.
You ever been married, you'd know that.
I was married.
For a year.
Ah, well, lucky you.
You got out of that.
She died.
I'm sorry.
I'm I'm really I'm sorry.
Fuck.
God, I just can't I can't even imagine that.
I don't know how you get up in the morning.
Just time.
Time allows you to imagine other things.
I want to say something.
Okay.
But it's gonna sound a little weird.
- Weirder than this? - Much.
I think I think you should fuck my wife.
You want me to fuck your wife.
I don't want you to fuck my wife.
I said I think you should fuck my wife.
Wow.
Oh, you don't Forget it.
Forget it.
Forget it.
Just forget I even said that.
I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about.
[sighs.]
That's okay.
- I, uh - It's okay.
I just think that if you fuck her, once, and I mean once, she will see you're mortal, and and that your skin is sagging, and your breath is bad, just like everybody else.
And that you walk like a cowboy because you have plantar "fasciotus.
" - Fasciitis.
- Fasciitis.
- [chuckles.]
- What? - [laughs.]
Okay.
- What? I get it.
I know exactly what this is.
- Yeah, what is this? - This is part of the game.
- Right? - No.
Yeah, sure it is.
Come on.
Come on.
- You get me boozed up - It's not a game.
You get me to share some shit.
You put together a nice juicy story waiting for her - as soon as she gets home.
- There's no story.
This is real fuckin' life.
This is real life.
I want you to fuck my wife to end this.
Just to end it.
Just fuck her.
I'm not attracted to her.
Yes, you are.
[door opens, closes.]
Father, Father, let me love you Saw you wandering in my dream last night Singin' wonder, wonder what you might do I'm not gonna be driven by other people's voices, especially yours.
Whisper all your deepest fears You can trust me Dear Dick, this is not a love letter.
This is a manifesto.
Father, Father, why you let me go Father, please [knocking.]
Coming.
Father, Father, why you let me go Father Well, you got my attention.
Let me love you Let me love you Let me love you Let me love you Let me love you Let me love you Let me love you Let me love you Don't try to fight, don't let me go You've gone too far from what I know I lost my heart in the dark with you Father, Father, why you let me go Father, please Father, please don't let me go Father, Father, why you let me go Father, please [laughter.]