Always Woodstock Page #2

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last night's assignment,

and I was the one assaulted,

and I was the one abused,

but I will be fine,

because that is just what I do

when things are not... fine.

I just-I... make them fine.

Were you...

were you really going to fire me?

- No.

- Yeah.

Garret?

. Baby, the way

you look at me...

Hey.

Catherine... um...

Bonjour.

Bonjour? Wh..

This is...

this is not what it looks like.

- Yeah?

- I know it looks really bad,

and it's a version of what

it looks like, but it's not this.

- It's much more innocent than...

- Therapist, Garret?

Well, I should have known

that "digging deep" was literal.

Uh, this is Sylvia.

She's my... she's my dialect coach.

And she... she was helping me

with some vowel sounds

the director said

that I needed help on.

- Vowel sounds?

- Okay, Catherine,

just listen to me

for one second.

She showed me

a scar that she has on her leg

from a horseback riding accident

when she was five,

and she said it makes her

feel ugly,

and so all I was trying to do

is convince this broken girl

that she was okay.

What am I supposed to do?

Anyway, the point is

I don't know how I got here.

I really don't know I got here.

Why are you here?

Why aren't you at work?

I...

was...

fired!

Ooh! God!

Oh, she got me right...

Baby, when you touch me

Ooh, ooh, ooh

I lose all sense of time

Is he dead, is it love?

Taste your lips upon me, girl

Ooh, ooh, ooh...

Feel your skin next to mi...

Really,

this song is about um...

it's about this... the monster

that was living

under my bed as a child.

You're joking.

No, I'm not...

I'm not joking.

What?

He was my mate,

but I also feared him.

This song is like a love song,

but, like, also like a dream

of somebody

in a mental institution.

Is anybody

watching this disaster?

What would you like to say

to your fans?

I don't really like

to call them my fans.

I want to call them my friends.

I hate you.

We're all one,

but I would die without them.

You should be dead.

Yeah, it's ironic, you know,

that's why I do what I do.

- Cath?

- Yo.

I'm not... I'm not just a deejay.

I'm a rhythm poet.

Hey!

No, I was watching that.

You look crazy, right now.

You are a crazy lady.

That's it.

One week is enough time

to mope around.

- Up we go.

- No.

We're going out, yes.

Come.

Dr. Phil said I'm a codependent.

Okay, first of all,

never trust a bald man.

I learned that the hard way,

and second of all,

psychology is like the horoscope.

We're going out.

I am never going near

a man again, not even a...

I will not be a codependent

astrologer!

That's fine.

Okay, now wash your face.

Fine!

Oh, my God.

You are so fun.

Garret, ugh, he was not fun.

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