Set Fire to the Stars Page #3
- Of course.
Your audience awaits you, Mr. Thomas.
"If I were tickled by the rub of love
A rooking girl who stole me for her side
Broke through her straws
breaking my bandaged string
If the red tickle as the cattle calve
still set to scratch
a laughter from my lung
I would not fear the apple nor the flood
Nor the bad blood of spring
Shall it be male or female?
Say the cells
And drop the plum
like fire from the flesh"
Rest is obviously needed along
with a complete change of lifestyle,
starting from now,
if he's to have a fighting chance.
I'm a drunk!
- He knows.
- I know.
Have you contacted his family?
Leave her out of this!
You have to.
This isn't something you and I can fix.
Believe me.
I sent a letter on his arrival
but nothing since.
- Yes, you should.
Doctor, we've major engagements
that start in a few days.
Important engagements.
Important?
I can't stop him, I can only advise.
But for now and until then
don't let him out of your sight.
New York is killing him.
It was a pleasure, Mr Thomas.
I'm a great admirer of your work.
Good night.
Dylan, are you okay?
Please come out, we need to talk.
Thought I'd find you here.
I took the liberty of collecting
your mail from your office.
I think that one's for Dylan.
It's from... Caitlin Thomas.
Congratulations, on this evening.
It certainly was a triumph.
Tickets have started to fly out.
Where's Dylan?
He's in the bathroom.
He's a little under the weather.
You boys.
Look, I understand your next reading
isn't for four days?
I'd have no bother setting up another
- venue before...
- No, no thank you.
It would be good to take the time
to prepare and work up to it.
Fair enough.
We wouldn't want to kill
the man now, would we?
- I'll see you in four days.
- Sorry?
At Yale, John. Yale.
My old Alma Mater.
I promised them a private reading.
Right.
I really don't want to mess that one up.
Again, well done.
You really have caught the big fish.
Something for me?
From home.
Your wife.
Lavender scent.
It's how she gets a grip on you.
Will you not open it?
Yale is in a few days.
It's very important...
New York City...
you brave b*tch.
You certainly haven't disappointed.
Dylan... Dylan?
Christ! Don't do this to me, Dylan.
Don't you bloody dare...
Please, John.
- Reception. Hello?
- Please...
Hello?
Jesus, John! What have you done?
What happened to Third Avenue?
Did the Reds steal it in the night?
Morning. We're in Fairfield County.
Forty-seven miles up the coast.
This belonged to my parents.
We used to summer here.
These days I don't really
make it up here.
Now it's a halfway house
for a dollar-mad nightingale.
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