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[a cappella choir singing indistinctly]

[dramatic music playing]

[no dialogue, music continues]

[no dialogue, music continues]

[grunting]

[music builds, slows]

Caesar, now be still.

I killed not thee... with half so good a will.

[dramatic music continues]

[grunting]

Hey.

[Octavius] So call the field to rest

and let's away to part the glories of this happy day.

[whispering] Brent.

Brent.

House lights up.

[Susan] House lights up!

Actors, take 10, then back for notes.

-We'll do them now. -Huh?

Yes.

[Susan] My apologies, actors. We're doing notes now.

Everyone have a seat in the front two rows, please.

[indistinct conversations]

[clears throat]

There's a lot of good work going on here.

I'll start with that.

These are broader than I'd normally give.

We can always work details should the time come.

Cast, uh...

...it's all a bit too...

...casual.

I think we need to raise the stakes in this room.

We are talking Shakespeare here!

Life and death! Hmm?

Phillip.

You fell into the trap

of playing an Evil villain with a capital E.

Cassius can be seen that way by the audience, but not by you.

-Play him straight, please. -Should I look for a m--

Take the note.

Just...take the note.

Terrence, I feel your Brutus...

[down-tempo music plays]

Fine.

He's fine.

Think about the oath a little more.

Think about it all...

...a little more.

Understudies, thank you for a great rehearsal.

It's comforting to know we're in good hands

should disaster strike.

Call time for tonight's show is 6:30.

[soft whistling backstage]

If you are a pleb, senator, or soldier, feel free,

stay or go, so long as you're back by that time.

Otherwise, you are dismissed.

Thank you.

[indistinct conversations]

You were great tonight.

-Really? -Yeah.

Wow. Thanks.

You too.

-Yeah? -Oh, my God.

Margaret, yeah. You gave me so much to play off.

Thank you.

You want to rehearse sometime?

-Uh... -Like, go over our, um...

Yes. Yeah, totally.

Tomorrow? We can rehearse, like, sometime before --

Before the show. Yes.

Wow.

Cool beans.

I-I'll see you tomorrow, then.

Oh, tonight first, I guess.

See you tonight first, Margaret.

[chuckles softly]

It would be pretty cool, though...

...if we did get to go on...

...together.

Brutus and Portia.

Yeah.

Pretty cool.

Guess you never know, right?

Yeah.

Shit can go down.

-That's what that one does! -Christ.

And this... is what this one does.

-Vicky. -Do you see?

Do you see what it does?

-I see what it does. -Great.

Okay. Now you tell me which one's which.

I'll try to talk to him.

-Try? -Yes.

He could kill someone. But you'll try.

You'll try?

What would you have me do?

Uh, something more than try.

Say, "Marcus, I don't care that you're the lead of the show,

and I don't care that your father owns the theater

or who he fucked to get it or who he's fucking now

or who you're fucking now."

What?

-What? -Why did you say that?

"Who you're fucking now." Why'd you say that part?

Just that you don't care.

You're the director. You'll fire his ass.

I can't, though, can I? Fire him.

You can make him feel like you can!

I made those daggers look the same for you,

for our show, to make it better!

That's our work.

Not to mention he's dumb enough to mix them up

and actually do the thing.

Brent, you have to say something.

Marcus cannot keep stabbing people backstage.

He's gonna -- Aah.

-You okay? -Yeah. I just got myself.

Should they be that sharp?

I dull them every day.

I swear it is like somebody --

Uh, here. Let me see.

[sighs]

I shall speak with him before the show.

Before he comes to the theater.

Before he comes to the theater.

[down-tempo music plays]

[indistinct conversation]

[vehicle door closes]

[cellphone buzzing]

[Brent chuckles]

Hello?

Hi. Do you have a second?

[Brent] Sure.

Can I come see you? There's something we need to --

There's something we need to talk about.

What... Are you saying what I'm saying or...

Marcus has been stabbing stagehands backstage

with the retractable dagger.

Vicky's worried he's going to hurt someone.

Oh. Okay.

Do you want me to talk to him about it?

I bet you would like to talk to him,

wouldn't you, Nadine?

What?

Are you okay?

Is this talk a production talk?

[Nadine] Technically yes, among other --

Well, then we -- Well, then we can do it at work.

During the show?

[Brent] Intermission, I'll come up to the booth.

We'll talk then.

Brent, I would really rather not --

We'll talk...then.

Fine. Intermission.

[down-tempo music plays]

I don't know why...

...but...

...right now...

...I feel I love you more than ever before.

Isn't that just...

...stupid?

No.

I love you too.

Honey, are you sure you're okay?

[music continues]

The Ides of March are come.

Aye, Caesar, but not gone.

[dramatic music plays]

[indistinct conversations]

It's a fucking joke, dude.

I mean, I can't believe it.

-What? -Me.

Evil villain. Me?

Meanwhile, this fucking guy

is basically twisting his goddamn mustache up there.

The guy can't act.

But I'm too evil? Really?

[music continues]

I mean, you s-- you see it, right?

I see it.

Thank you. Fuck.

Don't get me started with the other guy.

I mean, that's not even acting, what he's doing.

[Phillip] What do you expect? How he got the lead and all.

Everyone knows how that happened.

-Hmm? -Dude.

[whispering] Marcus killed his stepmom.

That's why he's Brutus. Seriously. You didn't know that?

-Oh, yeah. -That's what I'm saying.

You see things. I see things.

The audience definitely fucking sees them.

Why the hell can't our direc--

[Caesar] But there's but one in all doth hold his place.

So in the world --

'tis furnished well with men, and men are flesh and blood

and apprehensive.

Yet in the number I do know but one

that unassailable holds on his place,

unshaked of motion, and that I am he!

Let me a little show it, even in this --

That I was constant Cimber should be banished

and constant do remain to keep him so.

[Cinna] Oh, Caesar --

[Caesar] Oh, hence. Wilt thou lift up Olympus?

-Speak, hands, for me! -[Caesar groaning]

[dramatic music plays]

Et tu, Brute?

[screams]

Then fall, Caesar!

[all shouting]

[music continues]

[woman moaning, flesh slapping]

[hand slaps, woman moaning]

[both breathing heavily]

[Vicky whispering] Well, it happened,

so I hope you're happy.

He stabbed Sheila in the neck.

Her hair got caught up in the shaft.

-When he gets off... -[man speaking in distance]

...tell him I'm waiting in his dressing room.

[Vicky] Oh. You're gonna try in there?

You're gonna try try?

You're gonna close your eyes and clap your hands

and really, really try?

-Vicky? -What, Brent? What?

[Antony] The enemies of Caesar shall say this...

Marcus will never stab anyone ever again.

Which one's that?

[Cassius] Will you be pricked in number of our friends,

or shall we on and not depend on you?

[Antony] Therefore, I took your hands,

but was indeed swayed...

[Terrence] ...mettle of our spirits,

to think that or our cause or our performance

did need an oath, when every drop of blood

that every Roman bears, and nobly bears,

is guilty of a several bastardy

if he do break the smallest particle

of any promise that hath passed from him.

[Brent] But what of Cicero?

Oh, shit. Brent. I was just...

Thinking about the oath a little more?

Yeah.

Trying, at least.

[indistinct conversation]

-No. You see it, right? -I just...

Right?

Fucking figures.

I'm sorry.

-It's okay. -No, it's not okay.

-That was totally out of bounds. -It's okay.

You will make a wonderful Brutus.

That's all.

An honorable Brutus.

I learned a lot from you, sir.

Seeing you work through the scenes with Marcus.

He can be...

Well, you know, h-he's Marcus.

But your direction... has helped me a lot.

Made me think...

...become a better actor.

Thank you, Terrence. Thank you for saying that.

It's the truth.

Right.

Well...

...keep at it.

[crowd shouting indistinctly]

Friends, Romans...

...countrymen, lend me your ears!

[shouting stops]

I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

[voice fading] The evil that men do lives after them...

[dramatic music plays]

-[gasps] -Shh!

[chuckling]

[Antony] The noble Brutus told you Caesar was ambitious.

-Please don't be pissed. -Marcus!

[laughing] Don't be pissed.

-Your face was so scared. -Brent wanted me to tell you

he's waiting for you in your dressing room.

-What? -[knife scrapes]

-Brent's waiting for me? -Yes.

-He's in my dressing room? -Yes.

Brent's waiting for me in my dressing room right now?

Okay.

-Brent. -Marcus.

You got something for me?

[sighs, chuckles softly]

I didn't want to direct this show.

I had other offers.

Yeah. Well, whose fault's that?

Your stepmother.

She was persuasive.

Impressive.

Ah.

So vibrant for her age.

She convinced me.

And shortly after -- some would say shockingly so --

she died in her sleep.

I have that right? Roger found her dead in bed?

Yeah, in their bed.

It wasn't that shocking. She was 92 years old.

Do you wonder if I --

In the heat of it all, do you wonder

if maybe he hasn't taken time to mourn her passing?

Roger.

No. He has.

We -- All of us have.

Huh.

I hadn't noticed.

What was that?

-What? -Uh, And I-I'm sorry.

Excuse me. What did you mean by that?

What I mean by that is, as I look to the beginning,

from the day when he cast you in her play,

well, to...now,

I can't recall the slightest release of grief or sorrow

from either one of you.

Or if there was, as I said, I hadn't noticed.

Well...

...d-different people grieve differently, so...

[water running]

[Brent] You know, the last time I spoke with her...

[chuckles]

...she told me a pretty funny story about, uh,

why the theater closed down for all those years.

-Have you heard it? -No.

Would you mind if I shared it with you?

I mean, it really is a very funny story.

Yeah, man. Go for it.

Apparently, her great-grandfather

bought this land and built a brothel...

...which became a hotel and bar by his son

and a theater by his son's son, her father.

But he didn't want it to be just any theater

that used to be a brothel.

He wanted to build a great American theater.

[Marcus poops]

And so he began by hiring a British director,

the best the money could buy at that time.

And with his help...

...this theater put on a production of Hamlet...

...that rivaled Broadway...

...West End...

...The Globe itself.

[down-tempo music plays]

Unfortunately, this director traveled with a brother

who required constant supervision.

The brother was a schizophrenic and a twin --

an uncanny twin at that.

And so, as she told it...

...one Sunday morning...

...one month into the run...

...the schizophrenic twin

decided to poison his caretaker's tea...

...to strangle his brother...

...to put on his brother's clothes...

...to call the lead actors to the theater individually

for character work, which his brother had done so often.

Then here...

...in this theater, on this stage...

...one by one...

...he murdered the actors with a sharpened prop sword

and hanged their bodies in the rafters.

[rope creaking]

Call time was early that day. It was a matinee.

Her father grew worried when his principal cast hadn't shown.

The twin recommended understudies go on.

Her father agreed.

People so rarely look up.

But during the show...

...under the hot stage lights...

...it started to reek.

-[chuckling] -[toilet flushes]

Told you was a funny story.

Oh, yeah. No. That -- Hey, that was hilarious.

Really funny. Hey, here's an idea.

Could you just give me my note and get out of here, please?

-You didn't like my story? -I don't like you, Brent!

I don't like your direction.

I don't like your -- your -- your -- your tactics.

I don't like the way that you pick on people

and make them feel small!

-Marcus -- -Me, man!

You love to make me feel small!

That's, like, all it is with you!

It's like one big, made-up scary story

to make you feel bigger than everybody else.

-Marcus... -Do -- Do you realize

how -- how pathetic that makes you, man?!

You're the small one! You are!

-Marcus... -Do you have a fucking note?!

No.

I don't have a note.

I have a plea.

We are three weeks into a three-month run.

This theater, your father's theater, depends on our success.

Now...you asked for your own dressing room,

and we gave you that, didn't we?

A-And you, well...

...you're Brutus.

You're an actor who gets to play Brutus.

I mean...

...you get to be that.

And all I ask for in return, all I'm pleading...

...is that you be consistent.

Show up on time.

Be polite to your fellow actors, to your stagehands.

Stop stabbing them.

Will you?

Brent, I think a lot of those things --

-Will you?! -Jesus Christ, man.

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll do it.

I'll do it. I'll do it.

-Say it. -S-- I-It.

W-What do you want me to say, man?

-Be. -Be.

-Uh, consistent! -Consistent.

-Be consistent. -Consistent!

Be consistent, okay?!

[music builds, ends]

Good boy.

Good boy.

So you're gonna threaten Caesar next, right?

Or is it always gonna be my fault?

-He miss something? -Yes.

On my cross, stage le-- left, right before he says,

-"Not you, Brutus," he's -- -[chuckles]

What?

I cross stage left. He says, "Not you, Brutus."

What do you say he says?

"Not you, Brutus."

"E-Et tu, Brute."

"Et tu."

Et...

...tu.

Et -- Yeah. Right. "Not you."

[laughing]

[Marcus] Brent?

I'm sorry. Yeah. Uh...

Your note. Go on.

So -- So I'm crossing, right?

He says it, and then, uh...

...he's supposed to cheat out when we do the stab.

You know, that way, the audience sees it happen.

But the way that he's doing it right now...

...the way he's doing it is the audience

isn't able to see anything at all.

And I think that's a problem. It's just not ...

It's just not...

It doesn't read, you know?

So, you gonna talk to him?

Yes.

Okay. Great. It's all I'm asking.

It wasn't that hard.

Marcus.

"Et tu" means...

..."And you."

"And you."

And you are a bad actor.

You're bad at your job.

[door opens, closes]

[Antony] Belike they had some notice of the people

how I had moved them.

Bring me to Octavius.

-[mid-tempo music plays] -[applause]

I'm starting to hate this show.

Brent.

You had some production concerns?

Can you give us a minute?

Where's he going?

Brent.

I spoke to him already. Marcus.

About the...stabbing.

Right. Great. Brent --

He's handsome, isn't he? Marcus.

Well endowed, too.

I saw him in his underwear. Down there, the outline?

It's not small.

Okay. Can we --

Does hearing that I know that information

-make you uncomfortable? -No.

It's just not the first thing on my mind right now.

What is exactly going through your mind, honey?

'Cause for the life of me, I can't figure it out.

What's the first word that pops into your mind

when I say his name?

Marcus.

Fragile.

[Marcus screams]

[suspenseful music plays]

[Marcus sobbing]

[muffled screams]

[Terrence] Marcus?

Hey, Marcus. You okay in there?

Marcus?

[music builds, continues]

[Nadine] You're too hard on him.

[Brent] You would say that, wouldn't you?

Excuse me?

Have I ever interfered with your direction?

-Not before, but -- -So you know how serious I am.

I know how seriously you've changed.

I've changed?

Yes.

You've changed, Brent. You.

Since the show's opened, you've been impossible to work with.

You think he's the only actor who's complained?

Others have complained?

You haven't noticed.

They're scared of you, Brent.

You're hard to talk to, distracted.

And when you do talk, totally erratic.

Flying off the handle one minute,

overly affectionate the next.

Lurking backstage during the show,

alcohol on your breath.

Yes, I'm not the only one who's noticed that change either.

I, uh -- I didn't think...

Of course you didn't think.

How could you?

You haven't slept in a month. You barely eat.

They're scared of you, Brent.

I'm scared of you.

[Marcus] Oh, my God, dude. [sobs]

I can't do this anymore, bro. I really can't.

Oh, dude.

No, man. It's like -- Fuck.

It's like everything I do is stupid and wrong and bad and...

I'm bad.

He...He's just trying to make the show better.

[exhales deeply]

He probably sees something in you.

That -- That's probably why he pushes you so hard.

You think he sees something in me?

Yeah.

Uh, he was hard on me too in the beginning.

It-- It's a tough part.

Bro, fuck, man. It's a really tough part.

Yeah.

Wait. Aren't you like, a, uh, a...

like, a tech person?

I'm an actor, Marcus. I'm in the cast.

-Oh, really? -Yeah.

Oh, my God. What, um...

Uh, w-where's your costume?

Oh. Uh, I don't have one.

Um, Brent wants my sole focus to be on the role

-since it's so big, you know... -Uh-huh.

...in case I have to go on.

-Oh, shit! You're an understudy. -Yes.

Ohh!

What, uh, what part?

Brutus, Marcus.

-Oh! My part. -Yeah.

-Oh, shit. -Yeah. You don't remember me?

-I was at every rehearsal. -No! I do remember you, man.

Of course, man. Your, uh, your name was, uh...

-Terrence. -Terrence! What's up, dude?

Good to see you, man. How you been?

-Good. -Shit.

My understudy, Terrence. Nice.

That is crazy. Um...

So, are you, uh... uh, memorized or...

-Uh-huh. -Really?

That's good.

Cool. Could you do me a favor, man?

Could you grab my chest plate for me?

-Oh. -Thanks, bro.

Thank you. Clutch.

Could you, um, hand me the dagger real quick as well?

He's come to the house.

[music slows, continues]

You brought him into our home?

-Yes. -When?

Whenever he quits.

It was weekly during rehearsals, daily since we opened.

Strange. I don't recall

ever being there for these visitations.

He wouldn't come if you were there.

You are the reason he's quitting.

Every morning around 10:00, Marcus quits.

And every evening, I have to convince him to stay on.

How do you convince him, honey?

I do my fucking job.

I hold his hand, look into his eyes,

tell him how great he is and that you'll come around.

I lie, Brent.

I lie.

That's all?

That's all?

Yes, that's all. The fuck else can I do?

You don't s-sleep with him?

What?

No.

He's an idiot.

Of course. An idiot. Yes.

Listen, Brent. I don't know what's going on with you.

Marcus is cracking.

One of these mornings, he's going to quit for good.

And when he does, Roger won't just shut down the show.

He will personally ensure

that we are forever fucked back to dinner theater.

As your producer, as your wife, I'm begging you.

Let's race for it.

Yeah. Right.

Oh, come on, man. You do sports.

Yeah. I don't, though.

Oh.

How about this?

Whoever gets the dagger gets to go on for the second act.

[chuckles softly]

-Serious? -Dead serious.

But... [chuckles]

...whoever gets the dagger

then has to stab the other person, too.

I-I don't want to do that, man.

Oh, come on, man. You're memorized.

-Yeah. I -- -Are you scared?

-You're scared, huh? -No, I just --

-It's okay if you're scared. -I know, but I...

Scared you can't carry the show.

I'm not scared of that.

Good.

[laughs]

-You never know, right? -Yep.

-You never know. Yeah. -You never know.

-[both grunt] -[bell chimes]

[dramatic music plays]

[Vicky] Brent?!

He stabbed me, Brent!

-Not now, Vicky. -[Vicky] When, then?

When are you gonna take control of your actor?

Oh, come on.

Brent, I'd like to speak with you.

-Phillip, not now. -You don't even know

-what I'm gonna say. -Christ. Not now.

[music continues]

[indistinct shouting]

[music builds, continues]

Jesus Christ.

[ shouting continues, Brent mumbling indistinctly]

Do you not understand the meaning

of the words "Not fucking now"?!

[music continues]

[music stops]

[gasps]

Oh, my dear boy.

[lock clicks]

Unbelievable!

Do you have Equity's number?

[Terrence whimpers, exhales deeply]

[clears throat] This isn't your fault.

I didn't know.

I'm sure you didn't.

H-He -- He -- He wanted to race for it.

He -- He said I'd get to go on if I won.

And...I-I thought it was fake.

Why -- Why wasn't it fake?

[woman on P.A.] Places, please. Places for Act II.

-[moans] -Terrence?

Hey. Hey.

Hey, Terrence? Listen to me, son.

[grunts, exhales sharply]

Listen to me, son.

[whimpering]

This is not your fault.

This is Marcus' fault.

Do you hear me?

Mm-hmm. [gulps]

The dagger was his prop, his responsibility.

And I will not let his negligence ruin your life.

But you do have a responsibility, Terrence.

Mm.

You have a responsibility as an understudy to this show.

-Do you hear what I'm saying? -Mm.

-What is your responsibility?

[straining] To go on.

When?

-When disaster strikes. -And has it stricken?

Yes.

So...you must go on.

-But what about -- -Shh, shh, shh.

Is he your responsibility?

-No, but -- -No!

No is the answer.

Mm-hmm.

-Actors are my responsibility. -Mm.

And I will handle my responsibilities.

-But -- -Disaster has stricken,

Terrence.

Will you answer the bell?

Y-Yes.

Good boy.

Now get dressed.

Attention, cast and crew.

For the remainder of the show,

the part of Brutus will be performed by Terrence.

Proceed accordingly.

[sighs] Terrence.

Break legs.

[exhales deeply]

[Marcus gurgling]

[grunts, gasps]

[coughs, snorts]

[gasping]

[coughing, wheezing]

[spits, wheezing]

[weakly] Brent...

p-please.

Please.

Please.

[gasps]

[bone cracking]

[snorts, grunts]

[gasping]

[cellphone buzzing]

[buzzing stops, latch rattling]

[dramatic music plays]

Brent?!

Brent? I know you're in here.

I want my dagger, Brent.

I am not leaving until it is in my hand.

Brent?

[toilet flushes]

It's a mess in here.

It's a messy show.

Where is Marcus?

I talked to him about the stabbing, like you asked.

It didn't go well.

You fired him?

-No. -He quit?

Whoa.

-B-Brent, I'm sorry. -Vicky, it's okay.

No. I didn't realize that --

Vicky! Vicky, come on. It's okay.

[sighs] I think, uh, in the end...

...it may be for the best.

Right.

Don't dwell.

Terrence is relying on our support.

He needs his prop master, yes?

Yes.

Good girl.

[woman on P.A.] Vicky, we're at places.

Did you find the dagger?

Vicky?

[door opens]

[dramatic music plays]

-Yes, Roger. Um, I understand. -[indistinct shouting]

-And... -[door opens]

-I'm really s--

-Nadine? -What happened?

-Is that Roger? -He tried Marcus' cell.

-It went to voicemail. -[Roger] Talking to myself...

-Shit. -What happened?

Where's Marcus?

-[Roger] ...where is my son? -He's left us, love.

He's left the show.

[Roger] ...answer me before I have a fucking heart attack.

Did you try to talk to him?

I apologized for everything.

And I went easy on him.

As easy as I can go.

But ultimately, he can't handle my direction.

I'm sorry.

Well, I don't know what to say to that, Brent.

I don't.

You don't have to say anything.

-Is Terrence memorized? -He is.

-He knows his blocking? -He does.

You didn't even tell the audience.

I think they'll figure it out.

[sighs]

Okay.

Let's see what he's got.

[applause]

[down-tempo music plays]

[cheers and applause]

[laughter, indistinct conversations]

-[man] Whoo-ee! -[man] Brutus!

You're the man, bro! You just killed it!

You killed it. You killed it. Unbelievable.

[man] Please teach me your ways!

[music continues]

[sobbing]

Margaret?

Um...hi, Terrence.

Are -- Are you okay?

Uh, I'm fine.

I just...

rolled my ankle.

Are you crying?

You should go back inside, Terrence.

Talk to everyone.

They all think you're amazing.

They all have nice things to say.

I don't care what they have to say.

I'd rather talk to you.

[down-tempo music plays]

Why are you so nice to me?

I like you.

I...like you, too, Terrence.

We're still on for rehearsal tomorrow, right?

Yes. Yeah. Sure.

I-If you have time.

I got time.

Margaret, I just wanted --

Terrence.

Stay in your dressing room after you've changed.

I have notes.

Okay.

She okay?

I think so.

She said she rolled her ankle.

Oh. Poor girl.

Her ankle?

That's what she said.

Huh. Stay in your dressing room.

[dramatic music playing]

[music builds, continues]

[both grunting]

[Phillip] Brent?

Brent, you back there?

I wanted to speak with you before you left.

Nadine said I could catch you turning on the ghost light.

Go home, Phillip! Show's over!

Well, I have something to say to you.

You said I couldn't say it during the show,

so when can I say it?

Tomorrow, okay? Come -- [grunts]

[Phillip] What are you doing back there?

[Brent] Go away, Phillip! We'll talk tomorrow!

No. No, I don't think we will talk tomorrow.

We're gonna talk right --

What, Phillip?

What the hell is so important that it couldn't wait?

I want to go on.

-You go on every night. -As Cassius.

Bill is Cassius.

I'm better than him. Everyone sees it except you.

You're an understudy.

-So was Terrence. -[Terrence grunting]

[Brent] Terrence went on because Marcus --

[Phillip] I know exactly why Terrence went on.

I saw you two backstage...

stealing a moment.

[whispering] Stealing a kiss.

I wonder what your wife thinks.

Does she not know?

[rope creaking]

-[thud] -Who's back there?

Fine.

I'll give it to you.

-The part? -An audition for the part.

-That's bullshit. -If you can convince me

with your performance, then the part is yours.

Terrence didn't have to audition.

He found other ways to compensate.

-Now, if you're fully prepared to --

Fuck no.

Well, then this is the best I got.

What is it, Phillip?

Are you not good enough to win the part?

No.

I'm good enough.

Then this should merely be a formality.

Tomorrow at 10:00.

Fine.

[muffled sounds behind curtains]

You boys have fun tonight.

[down-tempo music plays]

[Terrence grunting]

[music continues]

[music stops]

Get up.

[rope creaking]

[Brent grunts]

[both panting]

Terrence.

Your note.

It was beautiful work tonight.

Beautiful work.

[down-tempo music plays]

[pulleys squeaking]

[switch clicks]

[cart rattling]

[whistling in distance, footsteps approaching]

Well, quite a mess you made here tonight,

innit, Mr. Director, sir?

Then again, I've heard it's quite a messy show.

Do you mind?

Thank you.

Lovely.

Excuse me. Do you work here?

Who, me? Nah.

I just stand around here with a mop in me hand for fun.

Ha.

It's just...

...I don't recall seeing you around.

Oh, yeah. You've seen me.

Well, you've seen my work. That's for sure.

Cleaning up the actors' mess.

And who do you think it is that sharpens up the prop weaponry?

You sharpen the prop weapons?

Well, yeah. Yeah. More real that way, innit?

That's the point, innit?

But what do I know?

Hey. Listen.

You aren't going to tell anyone about this, are you?

You mean the fella you dragged across here

and strung up over there?

-Yes. -No.

I'm the janitor. That's not in my realm.

For all I know, you know, he deserved it.

For all I know, you did the right thing, Mr. Director, sir.

Yes. Well...

...it was very nice to meet you.

There was no schizophrenic brother.

What?

Well, you're the storyteller, aren't you?

I thought you'd want to know.

I mean, there are inaccuracies in that story.

Chief amongst them is there was no schizophrenic brother.

-No? -No.

Mind you, there was a director that was driven to a state

of what some people would say was schizophrenia.

But...no.

Now, from my uneducated vantage,

I'd say his behavior was totally in line

given the cast that he had to work with.

I heard the cast was sublime.

Who told you that? The owner's daughter?

[chuckles]

She said the show was a hit, that it rivaled Broadway.

Rivaled Broadway? [laughs]

Rivaled bollocks. It was rubbish!

Every man, woman, and child that was unlucky enough

to mosey in through them doors died with Shakespeare.

I see.

I-I didn't know about that.

Well, why would you?

I mean, she didn't want to scare you off

by telling you the whole story.

The only ones that knew the whole story...

...were the ones left behind to clean up the mess.

Uh, may I ask you a question, sir?

I-It's more...

...directorial in nature.

That fella that you dragged across there and strung up.

What was his offense?

Well, if you must know...

...he slept with my wife.

[chuckles]

No.

He didn't do that, now, did he?

No.

He killed his stepmother.

Oh, you don't know that for sure.

I mean, not really.

And even if he did...

...why was it that you stabbed him a second time?

Why was it that you twisted the knife?

He was a bad actor.

Oh.

Bloody awful actor!

Oh, my God, yeah.

The worst I have ever worked with.

The worst I have ever seen.

He couldn't lead your company speaking the Bard's speech.

Can I ask you?

Are you schizophrenic?

[chuckles] Uh, what?

[voice echoing] Are you schizophrenic?!

Are you hard of hearing?! [chuckles]

No.

Well, what about the fella in the story?

Was he schizo?

-No. -What was he then?

-Director. -Ah.

And what was it, pray tell, that made him what he was?

He was willing to do anything.

Willing to do anything for what?

For the good of the show.

For the good of Shakespeare.

-For the good of the theater. -Yeah.

Oh, God, yeah.

Ooh.

You give me goose bumps talking like that.

I can hardly wait for tomorrow's performance.

And that new actor! What a find.

Oh, he's got a gift.

Unlike his scene partners.

They leave a little bit to be desired.

But there I go again.

You know...

...talking about things I know nothing about.

[down-tempo music plays]

What happened to him?

The director.

They shot him.

Or...

...did he shoot himself?

I...

To be honest, I don't really remember.

Listen. Why don't you go snuggle up to your wifey?

I'll take care of things here.

[Whistling]

[Whistling]

[insects chirping, footsteps approaching]

[exhales deeply]

[Nadine] Roger wants to talk to you

tomorrow morning at the theater.

He still can't reach Marcus.

I think he's gonna close the show.

[sighs] Hmm.

At least we had tonight.

After intermission, it was actually good tonight.

That's why we do it.

That's why we do it.

What did you say to Marcus that made him so upset?

What did you talk about?

Acting.

I am not well in health, and that is all.

Brutus is wise.

And were he not in health,

he would embrace the means to come by it.

-[cellphone ringing] -Oh, shoot. Sorry.

I thought I turned it off.

Hello?

[Susan] Beth just called in sick.

-Mm-hmm. -Are you prepared to go on?

-Yes. -You're sure?

-No. Yes. Okay. Thank you. -You're welcome.

-Yes. Bye. -Break legs.

Beth has strep throat, so she can't go on tonight,

and I'm going on instead. [laughs]

-Who was that? -What?

-Was that Brent on the phone? -No. It was Susan.

You and Brent have gotten pretty close, huh?

She said Beth was sick? Susan said that?

Yeah. Um...

I'm going on tonight instead. Maybe tomorrow, too.

-I'm on hold the whole week. -Wow.

That's really great news, Margaret.

I'm very happy for you.

It's happening just like we said it would.

We're doing it together.

Together.

Yeah.

[down-tempo music plays]

I-I guess we should get back to rehears--

I don't really feel like rehearsing right now...

-...if that's okay. -Oh.

Yeah. No. For sure.

Keep it fresh.

Who's that?

[music continues]

"Brutus" and "Caesar" -- what should be in that "Caesar"?

Why should that name be sounded more than yours?

Write them together, yours is as fair a name.

Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well.

Weigh them, it is as heavy.

Conjure with 'em, "Brutus" should start a spirit

as soon as "Caesar."

Now, in the names of all the gods at once,

upon what meat doth our Caesar feed, that he is --

Good enough.

There's more.

You've more than proven your point.

I have?

Soundly.

You're a better actor than Bill.

I am.

I'm...

Sorry. Uh, it actually means a lot, hearing you say that.

Bill's a better Cassius.

What?

Cassius is described as a craven figure

with a lean and hungry look.

Considering the relative heights at play,

you're just too short for Cassius.

-T-Too short? -Much too short, I'm afraid.

Why did you cast me as his understudy?

All right. Uh...

These understudy roles, they are there

to foster promising talent such as your own.

Foster promising talent?

Promising for future roles,

but not nearly tall enough for this one.

[exhales sharply]

Fine.

I'll do it.

What's that?

Whatever Terrance did, I'll do it.

Phillip.

No, I'm not gay.

But I'll do -- I'll do stuff.

If it gets me the part, I'll -- I'll do...

...stuff.

There is no stuff, Phillip.

There was for Terrence.

Is it 'cause he's taller than me?

-Am I too short for that, too? -Marcus left the show.

That's why Terrence got the role.

Oh, come on! I saw you!

You don't know what you saw.

Well, maybe we should ask Marcus!

Maybe he knows something we don't.

I mean, no one's seen or spoke to him.

I don't think anyone saw him leave the theater.

Everyone was onstage.

Well, everyone except you.

And Terrence.

[bucket clanking, janitor whistling]

You know, I wonder what you said to him down there.

What you offered to get him to leave.

What you did.

[whistling stops]

Okay, Phillip.

Okay. You win.

-You'll give it to me? -It's yours.

-I go on tonight? -And every night after.

Thank you.

Thank you, Brent. I --

I just need you to do some...

...stuff...

...for me first.

-S-Stuff? -Yes.

Okay.

Fuck. Um...

When?

Here?

Fuck. [sighs]

Okay.

It's mine.

I'm Cassius.

[dramatic music plays]

[whirring]

[footsteps approaching]

[music continues]

Ooh. You're getting better at that.

Et tu, Phillip, eh?

Et tu, Phillip.

Et tu, Phillip indeed.

[chuckles]

-Mm. -[Roger] You're fired!

You're so fuckin' fired. Do you hear me?

Off the stage. That is my stage!

Get off of my fucking stage

until I find out exactly what happened to my son!

Do you fuckin' hear me?

Do you want me to get up there and direct?

You can't direct your way

fuckin' out of a paper bag, you stupid fuck!

You wasted my fucking mon--

[down-tempo music playing, choir vocalizing]

[rope creaking]

Places, actors. Places for Act I.

[man] [laughs] Caesar!

-Hail Caesar! -Caesar!

Hence! Home, you idle creatures! Get you home!

Is this a holiday?

What, know you not,

being mechanical, you ought not walk...

-Where's Phillip? -...upon a laboring day

without the sign of your profession?

Susan, what's going on with Phillip?

[Susan] We got it sorted. Arthur can cover most of his stuff.

Why? Where's Phillip?

He's not in the show anymore.

He quit?

I just know what I'm told.

Who told you he's not in the show?

-[mid-tempo music plays] -[whistling]

[chuckles]

[both whistling]

[door opens, bell chimes]

[whistling continues]

Oh! Uh, I do beg your pardon, miss.

I didn't mean to break your concentration.

No. It's fine. You can come in.

Well... [chuckles]

Plenty of butterflies fluttering around here,

aren't there, then, eh?

Is it really that obvious?

Only to the trained eye.

I've seen my fair share of nervous actors.

I'm going on tonight for the first time.

Oh.

Wow. Well, really?

[down-tempo music plays]

[Cassius] I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus.

As well as I do know your outward favor.

Hey, did Terrence take the daggers with him?

-Which one? -Uh, both.

I think he only has the one.

[toilet flushes]

-That's twice. -Brent.

Twice you've caught me in the act.

I can't go without my privacy.

-I'm sorry. Um... -[water running]

I'll...

[music continues]

Why are you down here anyway?

I was...

Looking for this?

You need to keep a better account of your props,

prop master.

This dagger has made the rounds.

I'm sorry. I'll do better.

Here.

What you got there?

What?

You're holding something behind your back.

-What is it? -It's nothing.

Let me see your other hand, then.

That's a wallet.

Did you find it in Marcus' pants?

No.

-Where did you find it? -It's mine.

-Your wallet? -Yes.

-Will you give it to me? -Why?

I'd like to see your ID picture.

[music continues]

[chuckles softly]

You know, uh, Vicky, I've always thought

that prop master was a sort of...silly position.

Once the actors know which prop to use and when to use them,

well...

...what job does the prop master really have?

I mean, is a prop master

truly an essential element of a well-run show?

-Brent -- -And then I think...

...for such an insignificant job...

...why is it on every production team,

in every show that I have ever directed,

it's the prop master who is, without exception...

...the biggest thorn in my asshole?

Why is that, Vicky?

What is it about the title "property master"

that compels one to manifest as a cantankerous thorn

lodged irremovably

in the most tender recesses of my asshole?

Can you tell me that?

-Brent... -Give me the wallet, Vicky.

I want to see the picture.

[Vicky] Somebody help!!

[Terrence] It must be by his death.

And for my part... -Susan?

-...I know no personal cause to spurn at him.

-[Susan] Wasn't me. -[Terrence] But for the general.

[down-tempo music plays]

Boy! Lucius!

[Margaret grunts]

[Terrence] Fast asleep? It is no matter.

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies

which busy care draws in the brains of men.

Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

[Margaret] Brutus, my lord.

Portia, what mean you? Wherefore rise you now?

It is not for your health thus to commit your weak condition

to the raw, cold morning.

Nor for yours neither.

-No Beth? -Strep throat.

[Margaret speaking indistinctly in distance]

Huh.

This girl's good.

[Brent] Attention, cast and crew.

Vicky is...no longer with us,

so I will be assuming prop-master duties

for the remainder of the show. Please proceed accordingly.

[Margaret] Think you I am no stronger than my sex?

Tell me your counsels. I will not disclose ’em.

I have made strong proof of my constancy,

giving myself this voluntary wound here, on the thigh.

[audience gasps]

Can I bear that with patience and not my husband's secrets?

[Terrence] O ye gods,

render me worthy of this noble wife!

-[music builds] -[knock on door]

Hark, hark. One knocks.

Portia, go in awhile,

and by and by thy bosom shall partake the secrets of my heart.

All the charactery of my sad brows...

...I will construe to thee.

-Lucius, who's that knocks? -[Lucius] Here is a sick man...

Was something funny?

Uh, no. [chuckles]

Why are you smiling?

Oh, it's just this... this part gets me.

-Gets you? -Yeah. I mean...yeah.

She's, like, stabbing herself

to prove she's strong enough to keep this secret.

And he's like, "That's great. Uh, there's someone at the door.

I got to get this." [laughs]

I always imagine it's like delivery food or, you know...

You have a problem with the writing?

No. Just...

Um, it makes me laugh.

It makes you laugh.

The tragedy of Julius Caesar makes you guffaw.

I-I don't know.

You don't know if it makes you guffaw?

-I don't know what guffaw means. -Laugh.

Oh. Then yeah. This scene does.

And you do this every night?

-Guffaw? -Laugh.

[softly] During this scene, I do, yeah.

What is your name?

[clears throat]

Attention, cast and crew.

Steven the stagehand is no longer with the show.

I can't imagine he did much, but what he did do,

somebody cover it, will you?

[Margaret] Say I am merry.

Come to me again and bring me word

what he doth say to thee.

[down-tempo music plays]

Hey.

-It's going good. -Yeah.

-I'm going to kiss you again. -What?

[exhales sharply]

Margaret?

Margaret, what happened to your leg?

I did it to myself.

What? Why?

I had the most amazing conversation, Terrence.

The kind of conversation that puts everything in its place

and makes it all make sense.

-Why did you hurt yourself? -I did it for us.

For our scene.

Margaret.

You're supposed to be onstage.

Tell someone about your leg, okay?

Tell Susan.

I think I'd like to go outside that door instead,

look up at the night sky and find our stars.

[dramatic music plays]

[music continues]

[man] Are you there?!

Where'st Brutus?

[man #2] Yes? Brutus?

-Yes? -What's that...

[sighs] How do you define mistake?

Missed cross, mishandled prop, dropped word, dropped syllable.

I want to know it all as it happens.

-Every singular mistake. -Every actor, every stagehand.

That's impossible.

-Susan.

Fine.

Well, Terrence was just late

on his entrance for this scene.

Everyone except Terrence.

Uh-huh.

Okay. I guess that's my cue.

Susan.

You can keep the script.

Susan!

Bye, Brent.

[Terrence] Press near and second him.

[Cinna] Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.

[Caesar] Are we all ready?

What is now amiss that Caesar and his Senate must redress?

[Metellus] Most high, most mighty,

and most puissant Caesar...

She's right, you know. He was late.

-They picked it up. -Yeah. This time they did.

-It won't happen again. -I hope you're right.

It's fickle, innit? Young love.

Unpredictable. A bit risky.

So if he was late today, what's he gonna do tomorrow?

He'll be fine.

Ah. You keep saying that.

Well, you know, he's got all the worries, hasn't he?

He's got the weight of the whole production on his shoulders.

You know...you're right.

You like to speak on things you know nothing about.

All right, Mr. Director, sir. Yeah.

I was -- I was just thinking of the play.

You let me think about that.

Yeah. Absolutely.

But if I was you and you were me

and what was going on was going on,

I'd want you to remind myself

that this theater is not a whorehouse no more.

[Cassius] ...Cassius fall to beg enfranchisement

for Publius Cimber.

[Caesar] I could be well moved, if I were as you.

What's that fucking soldier doing there?

-[dramatic music plays] -[Caesar] But I am constant...

[Brent] I want you to stay -- Don't turn around.

Just stand exactly as you were.

[Caesar] They are all fire, and every one doth shine...

Out there.

Now...I want you to look at the audience.

-Are you looking? -Yeah. Yeah.

[Brent] What do you see in the audience?

Uh...

-Seats? -[Caesar speaking indistinctly]

[Brent] What do you see in the seats?

People. I-I see people.

[Brent] People. You see people in the seats.

-Yeah. -[Brent] So...

what can the people in the seats see?

Um...

Um...

...me. [gasps]

[chorus vocalizing]

O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth...

...that I am meek and gentle with these butchers.

Thou art the ruins of the noblest man

that ever lived in the tide of times.

[music continues]

Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood.

Over thy wounds now do I prophesy.

[music continues]

[water splashing]

A curse shall light upon the limbs of men.

Domestic fury and fierce civil strife

shall cumber all the parts of Italy!

Blood and destruction shall be so in use

and dreadful objects so familiar

that mothers shall but smile when they behold

their infants quartered at the hands of war!

[man groans]

All pity choked with custom of fell deeds.

And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,

with Ate by his side come hot from hell

shall in these confines with a monarch's voice

cry, "Havoc!"

[voice echoing]

...and let slip the dogs of war.

[drip echoes, music ends]

[Body sliding, Brent grunting]

[hinges squeak, door closes]

[Brent grunting, door closes]

Attention, cast and crew.

Susan left.

I will be assuming duties of stage manager...

...prop master... uh, and director.

Also, we are down one soldier, among others.

I don't remember their names.

Proceed accordingly.

[cellphone buzzing]

-Hi, honey. -What the fuck is going on?

You were right, my love.

The Ides of March have come for our little production.

[Nadine] They're quitting?

Susan quit.

-And the rest? -They're all gone.

Brent, tell me you are not firing people

during a live show.

I'm not firing people during a live show.

Then what are you doing?

I...am mopping up the floor.

-Where? -Marcus' dressing room.

[bell chimes]

[button beeps]

With this I depart,

that as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome,

I have the same dagger for myself

when it shall please my country to need my death!

[plebeians cheering, shouting indistinctly]

[down-tempo music plays]

[shouting fades]

[music continues]

I love you, Terrence.

And...I'm not afraid to say it anymore.

[bell chimes]

[music continues]

[Margaret] I've loved you since our first rehearsal.

I've loved you since before I was born.

[laughter, indistinct shouting]

[Antony] Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!

I come to bury Caesar... not to praise him.

[music continues]

And I'll keep on loving you no matter what you had to do.

I'm your Portia, Terrence.

[man speaking indistinctly in distance]

[music continues]

I'd love you if you killed Caesar.

[music builds, slows]

If you...

If you knew me better...

If you really knew me...

...you wouldn't be saying the things you're saying right now.

You'd know I was a bad person.

I've done bad deeds.

Evil deeds.

[breathing heavily]

With Brent?

Are you talking about the deeds you did with Brent...

...last night in the dressing room?

You know?

I know.

Those deeds were part of a long string of actions

that stretches back to things everyone ever did

since the beginning of time.

And at the end of that long string...

...is the stage where I found you.

[cracking]

And we kissed each other there, and we loved each other.

And it was real, Terrence.

It was all real.

[music continues]

That's why I had to hurt my leg --

because Portia hurts her leg.

Just like I love you because Portia loves Brutus.

[music continues]

Just how even though you haven't said it yet...

...I know you love me too.

'Cause you're my Brutus.

And you have a secret, and you want to protect me.

But I'm stronger than you think.

I can swallow fire.

[music continues]

And if there is a Julius Caesar out there somewhere...

...I wouldn't just love you if you had to kill him.

-[latch clicks] -[gasps]

I'd want you to do it.

[muffled screaming]

-[glass clanking] -Well, that's a pleasant thought

if ever there was one.

Hey!

[Janitor] Oh! Careful, miss. Oh!

Oh, no. Sorry. I'm covered in filth here.

[Margaret] Did you watch us? Did you see?

Of course I did. Yeah. You were wonderful! Both of you.

Really wonderful. Congratulations.

-Really? You think so? -Yeah. Oh, yeah!

I wasn't the only one who thought that.

See, I needed an excuse to watch the scene,

so I was cleaning up behind the back-row seats, and I over--

Well, I shouldn't even say.

-Oh, what? What? -Listen.

I didn't want their reaction to influence your performance.

What was the reaction?

You really want to know?

-Yeah. -It was like this.

There were two geezers on the back row singing your praises.

And believe you me, they were spectacularly tugged out.

Really? What -- What did they say?

It all started with gasps.

I mean, before you even said a word!

And I thought, "What the hell is going on here?"

And then I realized...

...it was your presence,

your charisma.

And then their heads got really close together.

It was, "Mumble, mumble, mumble, mumble.

Special, these two. Special." I went, "What?"

"Mumble, mumble, mumble, mumble. Bring the director tomorrow."

I went, "What?" Yeah. "Mumble, mumble, mumble, mumble.

"Broadway." "Yeah." "Mumble, mumble, mumble."

"Broadway." "Yeah." "Tomorrow, Broadway."

I definitely heard it -- "Broadway."

-Broadway? -Oh, yeah.

-Definitely? -Broadway.

Wow.

Even if only half of it is true...

...I would say tomorrow night's performance

is gonna be very important for you two.

Now, young man, what is that speech you've got,

the line about the tide?

"There's a tide in the affairs of men"?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah? And?

"There is a tide in the affairs of men...

...which, taken at the flood...

...leads on to fortune.

Omitted...

...all the voyages of their lives

is bound in shallows and in miseries."

[janitor] Yeah.

[sighs] That's the one.

[down-tempo music plays]

Now, if you haven't made your selection yet,

may I suggest those two stars over there?

They're shining the brightest.

I think they'd suit you two nicely.

[door closes]

[Terrence] Star material.

I love you.

Broadway.

Together.

[music continues]

-I have to shower. -You feel so warm.

It's almost intermission.

Make love to me in the shower.

I'm nearly on deck.

[music builds]

[Nadine] Stop!

Everyone stop! [breathing heavily]

The show is over!

Run away!

Run away for your lives!

Why aren't you running?!

[audience murmuring]

[gasping, crying]

[dramatic music plays]

[screams]

[breathing heavily]

You have concerns with the production?

What did you do?

I'd really prefer

to work these sorts of things out in private.

You killed them.

You killed them. [sobbing]

It was extremely unprofessional

to air our dirty laundry in public.

Wouldn't you agree, production manager?

Brent.

During a show.

[gasps] Brent.

On the stage.

-Please! -To our audience!

Honey!

Honey...

...I really wish you would've run this by me first.

[soles squeak]

[music continues]

[grunts]

[rope creaking]

[audience murmuring]

-[screams] -Oh, shit.

-Holy shit! -[crowd shouting indistinctly]

[down-tempo music plays]

Brent?

Honey?

[weakly] Was it -- it good?

What?

The s-show.

W-Was it...

Yes. It was good. It was good.

Ah.

I w-- I was t-trying.

I was trying.

[voice breaking] I know.

You try so hard.

Brent!

[sobbing]

What time is our call tomorrow?

[Nadine whimpers]

[Terrence] Nadine.

Call time.

Terrance asked you a question, Nadine.

There is no call time!

No call time?

But we have a show.

It's a very important show, Nadine.

What is wrong with you?

There is no show! It's over!

You understand me?! It is all...

[sobbing]

[music continues]

[cellphone beeps, line ringing]

[operator] 911. What is your emergency?

I'd like to report a murder.

Multiple murders...

...at the theater.

Yes. I'm here. Please come now.

Please --

[gasps]

[operator speaking indistinctly]

H-Hello? No. That was just my mom.

She forgot to take her medication.

There is no need to come, okay?

We're not even at the theater. Please don't come.

-[operator] Who is this? -[grunting]

[foot stomping]

[both breathing heavily]

S-Should we hang her up there, Terrence?

Terrence, should we hang her up?

Didn't you hear what they said?

There's no time for that, Margaret.

[music continues]

We need all the rehearsal we can get.

Tomorrow's a matinee.

[music builds, continues]

Boy! Lucius!

Fast asleep?

It is no matter.

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies

which busy care draws in the brains of men.

Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

Brutus, my lord.

Portia, what mean you? Wherefore rise you now?

It is not for your health thus to commit your weak condition

-to the raw, cold morning. -[police radio chatter]

Nor for yours neither.

You've ungently, Brutus, stolen from my bed.

[officer] Two suspects on the stage.

Appear to be unarmed and... acting.

[Margaret] You suddenly arose and walked about...

-Get on the ground right now! -Freeze!

Get on the ground! Hands!

Show me your hands, motherfucker!

Show me your hands!

...and you stared upon me with ungentle looks.

-I urged you further! -[Terrence] No! No!

You are my true and honorable wife,

as dear to me as are the ruddy drops that visit my sad heart!

-[Margaret shouts indistinctly] -O you gods,

render me worthy of this noble wife!

Get this motherfucker out of here!

[Terrence grunts]

Hark, hark! One knocks!

Portia, go in awhile,

and by and by thy bosom shall partake the secrets of my heart.

[Terrence sobbing]

No!

No!

[music continues]

[Nadine groaning]

[music stops]

[hands clapping]

[janitor whistles]

Bravo! Bravo!

Bravo! [whistling]

Bravo!

[chuckles]

[water splashing, Brent whistling]

[whistling continues]

[dramatic choral music playing]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music fades]

[soft piano music playing]

[music slows, continues]

[mournful slow music playing]