Transcripts - Forever Dreaming

Woman: Sometimes I'm convinced

that all my problems would be solved

if I could just lock him in a cellar.

I would bring him his food
three times a day.

I would wash his beautiful body
carefully and tenderly.

Then when I had free time, I would
release him for our pleasure.

We could go to movies,
openings, or out to eat.

He would read interesting
articles in his chained-up time.

Then in the evenings, he would talk

to me of all he had read that day.

It would be wonderful.

And he would be mine.

All mine.

♪♪

God, this is awful.

- You're fine.
- Don't...

- You're fine.
- No. Don't "fine" me.

- What...
- Don't... Do not "fine" me.

I'm gonna be fine
when you clear my name.

- Okay.
- All right?

I gotta give a speech.

I can't believe I gotta give a speech
on top of everything else.

- Jesus Christ.
- Listen.

Isn't this just
a little bit sexy, though?

- What?
- This whole thing...

- This is a little fun.
- No.

- Yes.
- The fun part's over.

Oh, you mean the handjob?

- [chuckles]
- No. Stop it.

I wanna hear what you're gonna say.

Come on.

I'm gonna say that Sylvere
knew nothing about the letters.

- Right.
- And that he in no way thinks of you

- as a Roman sex god.
- Right.

And that they're a work of fiction

and hence not at all about him.

Correct. Okay.

There's Paula's building.

- Okay.
- It's noon, all right?

So d*ck and the guests
are gonna get here

in half an hour or so.

Okay. You're gonna run up there.

- I'm gonna intercept d*ck down here.
- Right.

You're gonna be able to watch
the whole thing from up there.

- And I am watching the whole thing.
- Whole thing...

Yes, I know. That was the plan.

You're gonna watch
the whole thing from up there.

Okay. What's rule number one?

- Rule number one.
- No touching.

- I won't touch him.
- Don't touch him.

I promise. I promise.

What's rule number two?

I love you.

[sighs]

Don't mind me. I got f*ckin' fired.

No shit. It was not my fault.

Never is.

Dolores, come on, that's the good stuff.

Don't call me Dolores.

Oh, f*ck.

[liquid pouring]

Can't give you a loan.

But if you want,

Tuesdays and Wednesdays,
I raise the pay to $ an hour.

No. I'm not f*ckin' pouring drinks
for out-of-work ranch hands.

- Those tips are shit.
- You know what?

Then go back to college
and stop f*cking around.

I'm not f*cking around, man!

The one time I...

[sighs]

I'm writing a play.

I need a place to workshop it.

I just want to know if I can
use the bar to rehearse.

This town is nothing but space,

but it's all for rich cowboys
and trust fund kids.

No. Mm-mmm.

Dolores, you can't expect
everyone to bail you out

every time that you get yourself into...

You know what, Mercedes?

You sound a lot like Mom.

Okay. I love you too, mi cielo.

[sighs]

♪♪

Paula: Sylvere!

Oh, f*ck.

Sylvere!

Uh, you know what? I'm early.

- Sylvere...
- Let me just walk around.

- I'll come back...
- No, you're being silly.

You're our guest of honor. Get in here.

I want you to meet our board
president, Larchmont Green.

She is a huge fan of the Holocaust.

- Great.
- And I... just do your thing.

[chattering]

Larchmont Green,
this is Sylvere Lotringer,

the one I was telling you about.

- Very nice to meet you.
- You remember Suki.

- Suki. How are you?
- Good to see you.

- Sylvere? That's a French name.
- Mm-hmm.

Do you know what
the American version is?

You know, like Pierre/Peter,

- Jacques/Jack?
- Um...

Hmm. I think it's, uh,
Sylvester, I think.

Can you just excuse me one second?

Just... I'm gonna just...

Larchmont: I wanna know
his American name

so I can call him by it,

'cause Sylvere is a little odd.

[whispering] Hey. Chris.

Chris. Chr...

Chris. Chris. Look up.

Look up.

Chris.

Chris. Chris.

Focus. Look. Up. Look.

Look up.

Oh, Chris, look up. Look...

♪♪

[lamb bleating]

[lamb bleating]

[car horn blaring]

[rapping on window]

[mouthing words]

d*ck is here.

d*ck... d*ck...

Get up here. Come here.

Sylvere.

You know what?

God. Hi.

That is so... What a view.

- Thanks for coming.
- Oh, d*ck, wonderful seeing you.

Listen, I was hoping to get a moment.

Um, do you happen to know
where the bathroom is?

No.

Okay, I'll find it.
Um, and I'll find you here.

[crowd chattering]

- How the f*ck did he get up here?
- I don't know.

But I just talked to him,
and it was f*cking humiliating.

- What did you talk about?
- What did we talk about?

- We didn't talk talk.
- Okay.

Hello, everybody. Hi. Hello.

I can't do this.
I cannot talk in front of him

until you fix this.

Do you want half of a Xanax?

Just, like, a nibble of a Xanax?

So I give you our executive director,

head curator, heartbeat of this place,

Paula Morrison.

[applause]

Thank you.

Hello, everyone.

Okay, I got this.

Paula: I wanna welcome you to
the Fellows Project launch.

[applause]

It is so good to see
some new faces, old faces.

Today, I have such a treat for you.

I want to introduce to you
a remarkable Fellow.

Excuse me.

I need to talk to you.

We need to talk.

I know you read the letters.

Please, let's get started. Would

everyone please put their glasses on?

My work is rooted in Ilinx.

In video games,
Ilinx provokes the feeling

of being pulled into a circling cyclone.

What did you think of the writing?

They're just a rough...
a rough first draft.

Haven't had a chance to polish it.

You are all wild stallions.

Revel in this feeling
of being a wild stallion.

Because believe it or not,

this is a feeling that
you will take with you...

- Does your husband know?
- No.

He knows nothing. He's in the dark.

Now, Sylvere Lotringer on trauma

and the implications
of multi-directional memory

in contemporary acts of v*olence.

Sylvere.

[applause]

Yeah.

Sorry.

Hi. Um... Okay.

Um...

I've dedicated... my life

absorbing historical facts

so that I might be a walking compendium

of the Holocaust.

But when you chase learning everything,

you come to find that you know nothing.

Um...

I'm sorry, one second.

Uh... [exhales]

So in... shifting focus to...

I'm free in the afternoons.

Like Tuesday or Thursday.

Not both.

But one of...

If you need to work...

we could meet on a Sunday.

What are you... What are you doing?

His...

And the...

So the victim...

But the victim is, uh...

What are you doing?

- What are you doing?
- Shut up.

You're married.

Why would you even... bring in...

You need to stop.

I don't think you want me to stop.

I don't find you interesting.

Not now.

Not ever.

So, uh... Hey, more to come.

- [applause]
- Thank you. Thank you.

Paula: The last of our Fellows today,

Toby Willis.

Hi.

Thank you, Paula...

- for having us in your beautiful house.
- [sighs]

What the f*ck happened... huh?

He's such a shit head.

Did you tell him? Huh?

Did you tell him I'm in the dark?

Yes, I f*cking told him.

What exactly did you say?

I don't know what I said.

I don't know what I said.

Can you give me just
a little bit of space?

I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

Let's get you out of here. Come on.

What did he say to you?

[sniffling]

- What?
- He said I was uninteresting.

Well... Well, he's wrong.

He's just wrong.

I mean, you...
you are a fascinating woman

with a wild intelligence.

I know.

I know.

So, come on, let's go home,

drink three bottles of wine,

and forget all about today, okay?

Come on. Let's go.

What are you...


Hey! Hey!

Where you all going?

- Lost Horse! Where else?
- Whoo-hoo!

Chris, don't.

- Come on...
- No, I need to see him.

I need to look
at his stupid cowboy face,

and I need to make him feel
as uncomfortable as possible.

Chris, don't do this.

- Sylvere, go home.
- Don't...

Chris!

f*ck you.

♪♪

♪ Everybody's going out
and having fun ♪

♪ And I'm just a fool for
staying home and having none ♪

♪ I can't over how she set me free ♪

♪ Oh, lonesome me ♪

♪♪ [continues]

- Hey, can I get a bourbon?
- You got it.

Thank you.

♪♪ [continues]

♪ Oh, lonesome me ♪

♪♪ [continues]

♪ There must be some way ♪

♪ I can lose these lonesome blues ♪

♪♪ [continues]

♪ Oh, lonesome me ♪

♪♪ [fades]

Chris: Dear d*ck...

_

♪♪ [continues]

Hi.

- ♪♪ [ends]
- [crowd cheering]

My wife, uh...

she's not...

acclimating here very well.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

You know, uh... Marfa.

- I see that.
- Right.

Kind of losing it.

- Going a little crazy.
- She's a distraction.

Well, I'm... d*ck, I'm
gonna make this go away.

Well, that's okay with me.

♪♪

Let's go.

Girl: So where's the man camp?

What, are there, like,
trailers full of guys?

It's, like, my worst nightmare.

- You and me both.
- [chuckles]

What do you do?
You, like, play guitar together

and quote "Reservoir Dogs"?

- Shit like that?
- Sometimes, yeah.

It does get kind of lonely,

but you can't beat the money.

- Devon.
- Hi, Devon.

Lawrence. Lawrence, Devon.

He was just telling me about

how his crazy schedule at the man camps

or the oil... the oil pipeline.

Raping the land?

- It's a great job.
- Truth.

But it's better than my last gig.

I used to sweep blood
off a slaughterhouse floor.

r*pe or m*rder.
Pick your poison, I guess.

- Yes.
- [chuckles]

I'm gonna go.

- I'm gonna stay.
- Why?

You're talking to this guy?

I'm right here.

I find his story genuinely interesting.

Inspiring, even.

♪♪ [continues]

♪♪

♪♪ [continues]

♪♪ [continues]

Whoo! Are you f*cking kidding me?

- This is it?
- Yeah, that's the man camp.

Sylvere?

Honey.

[sighs]

What did he say?

He said you're a distraction.

[stammers]

Distraction to... to who?

To him?

God...

To me.

You're a distraction to me

and my work.

That's... [laughs]

I'm your first f*cking reader.

We... We are our work.

We are our work.

I added your shit, you added mine.

Our ideas are like...

We're not even... Who the f...

- How dare he.
- He's right. He's right.

- He's right.
- No, he's... no he's not, Sylvere.

He has no idea who the f*ck we are.

- He has no idea what this is.
- You know...

This... this is...

This... It's all just out of hand.

I mean, it spiraled out of control.

I... I don't like what we've become.

I don't know what it is,

but I don't like it.

- I don't like how this feels.
- Okay.

Okay.

Can we just stop it?

Now? Just...

Just stop all this?

I don't think I can.

[chuckles]

Maybe we just...

We just need some space.

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe we do.

♪♪

♪♪ [Sag Mir Wo Die Blumen Sind
by Marlene Dietrich]

♪ Wo sind sie geblieben? ♪

♪ Sag mir wo die Blumen sind ♪

♪ Was ist geschehn? ♪

♪ Sag mir wo die Blumen sind ♪

♪ Mädchen pflückten sie geschwind ♪

♪ Wann wird man je verstehn? ♪

♪ Wann wird man je verstehn? ♪

♪ Sag mir wo die Mädchen sind ♪

♪ Wo sind sie geblieben? ♪

♪ Sag mir wo die Mädchen sind ♪

♪ Was ist geschehn? ♪

♪ Sag mir wo die Mädchen sind ♪

♪ Männer nahmen sie geschwind ♪

♪ Wann wird man je verstehn? ♪

♪ Wann wird man je verstehn? ♪

[laughter]