All language subtitles for Slings and Arrows s01e06 Playing the Swan.eng

Frank:
This is torture.

That it is, ducky.

That it is.

(telephone ringing)

Geoffrey?

Fuck.

Maria:
Okay... Everyone is released.

Fight warm-up is at 7:00,
half hour is at 7:30.

Until then...

Relax...
And stay by a phone.

Please.

Is it may?
Has there been news?

No. It's jack.
He isn't here.

Isn't here?

He didn't show up
for rehearsal.

We've been waiting
for two hours.

Oh god.

Maria sent everyone home.
It's a disaster!

Um, he's upset?

Ellen:
We open in eight hours,

Of course he's upset!

Anna:
You should just give him a few seconds.

Uh, it's just,
uh, when he's upset

He has conversations
with "someone".

Just, just give him
a few minutes...

'til he comes around
or whatever.

I'll go have
a cigarette.

Geoffrey:
Oliver!!

Have a coffee too.

Ô cheer up, hamlet ô

Ô chin up, hamlet ô

Ô buck up, you melancholy dane ô

Ô so your uncle is a cad ô

Ô who murdered dad
and married mum ô

Ô that's really no excuse
to be as glum as you've become ô

Ô so wise up, hamlet ô

Ô rise up, hamlet ô

Ô perk up
and sing a new refrain ô

Ô your incessant monologizing ô

Ô fills the castle with ennui ô

Ô your antic disposition
is embarrassing to see ô

Ô and by the way,
you sulky brat, ô

Ô the answer is: To be ô

Ô you're driving
poor ophelia insane ô

Ô so shut up!
You rogue and peasant ô

Ô grow up!
It's most unpleasant ô

Ô cheer up!
You melancholy dane! Ô

(cheers and applause)

Landlady:
Hope he's not lying on the floor.

I can't tell you how many
of them I've found

Lying on the floor.

Not just the old ones either.

Sometimes the young ones'll

Take too many drugs,
or what have you...

Well, we know he's not dead.

His stuff his gone.

You don't pack your bags
for an overdose.

Can you get the door, dear?

Could be another woman.

Kate:
Well, thank you for your help.

Landlady:
Well, if they're not droppin' dead,

They're leaving you
for another woman.

Oliver:
I don't know why you're so mad at me.

Geoffrey:
He cracked because I pushed him too hard,

And I learned that nifty little
directorial approach from you.

Oh that's pathetic.

Geoffrey:
You pushed me, oliver.

You pushed me

And then you played
mental games with me,

And you cajoled,
you conned,

You fucked my mind
and my girlfriend.

Let's not forget that -
the original sin.

Yes, oliver,
you broke me.

You're being ridiculous.

Look at me!

I'm talking to you now and
you've been dead for weeks.

Look at your handiwork!

All in the name
of good theatre?

Fuck!

Oliver:
Well first of all, geoffrey, you did not push him too hard.

You were much kinder
with that boy

Than I would have been.

If he cracked
it was probably because

The play was beyond him.

No, it wasn't.

And I know that.

Fine.

Secondly, all the things
that you mentioned

That I did to you -

The mental games,
the manipulation...

Obviously that had nothing
to do with good theatre.

What are you saying?

Oh come on.

You're supposed to be
so perceptive.

Honestly, you can be such
a fool sometimes.

Obviously I had issues,
didn't I?

Issues?

With you.

Are you sane?

("so so" gesture)

We're gonna have to cancel.

Ellen:
He might show up.

Geoffrey:
Do you think it was me?

Ellen:
What?

Geoffrey:
Did I scare him away?

God no,
you were more than kind.

You were the one
who believed in him.

Geoffrey:
Then what was it? Is it the play?

Is it some kind of
evil, devil play?

Maybe it was too much for him.

That's what oliver said.

Please. I can't deal
with that right now.

Geoffrey:
No I don't think it was the play.

I don't.
I think it was something else,

But I don't know what.

Why did you run away?

Oh come on,

That was an entirely
different situation.

Yes, you ran away in
the middle of a performance.

Not now, please!

Okay.

It was you.

Oh, come on.

You and oliver.

And a broken heart.

Or maybe it was just
my time to go mad.

I don't know.

I give up.

Give up!

Care to join me?

Holly:
Hey lover.

It's a beautiful day.

Jack did not show up
to rehearsal.

They can't find him anywhere.

Oh wow, things just keep
getting brighter and brighter.

He doesn't have
an understudy.

Okay, well,
you wait until show time.

And then when the
theatre is full,

Have geoffrey make
an announcement.

Holly, I want to talk about
what we're doing here.

Everything's on track.
I'm having dinner

With the minister of culture
before the show,

And we pitch
to the board tomorrow.

No, I want to talk
about may, specifically.

Okay, what about her?

Now you went and saw her
and now she's in a coma.

Yeah, I saw her and
when I left she was fine.

I don't believe you.

Are you a man,
richard?

Are you a man or are you
just a little puppy dog

Who does tricks
for cookie treats?

I'm a man.
Jesus christ!

Then take responsibility
for your actions,

Because honey,
that's what men do.

You know, I think there
should be boundaries-

(two hard slaps)

Stop slapping me!

You're the one, honey,
who's gonna come on top, okay?

You're the one who's gonna be
running this festival, not me.

I am just a facilitator.

I do what I have to do
to give you what you want:

That is what you want,
isn't it, richard?L.

Yes.

That's right.
Now take off your pants.

Of course.

(fumbling with belt)

Oh for christ sake.

(breathing hard)

Geoffrey:
Oh my office is rank.

It smells to heaven.

To oliver.

I was excited about this show
geoffrey, I have to confess.

Even with no rehearsals
and no set.

Me too.

Ellen:
It was very raw.

Unusual for this place.

This festival likes
its theatre overdone.

Fry the life out of it
and smother it in sauce.

You are a good director.

Thank you.

And you are
a fine actress.

No, really.

It was nice not
to be tarted up

And shifted in and out
of the light

Like an inflatable sheep.

I appreciated
the attention.

It was um,
it's was like old times.

I'm trying to give
you a compliment.

Oh sorry. Thank you.

And I was looking forward
to your gertrude.

More than you will ever know.

This isn't going to be
a compliment, is it?

Geoffrey:
You two have a lot in common,

You and the wanton queen.

Like you,
she is a willing victim

Of her own sexuality.

She lives to be
an object of desire.

She's as happy with the
good king as the bad king,

Doesn't matter.

The key word here
of course, is object,

Because once you allow yourself
to be objectified

Then you will be trundled
in and out of the light

Like a prop,

Or you will get caught up
in someone's politics

And be forced to drink
from the poisoned chalice,

Or, worst fate of all,

You will be dumped by
your teenaged boyfriend.

God, you're an ugly drunk.

Geoffrey:
I'm just saying, it would have a been a marvelous performance.

What happened that night?

Where did you go?

You really want to know?

Yes. Let's get it all out.

Bring on the shit.

Fine.

I'll take you
on a little tour.

But you'd better
bring the bottle,

It's gonna be a long trip.

(sighs)

(knocking at door)

Hi.

Hi.

Is this a bad time?

No. No. What is it?

Uh well,
I just wanted to tell you

That there's still
no sign of jack.

Really.

Yeah, maria's called
his manager,

And he doesn't
know anything.

Weird.

Yeah.

Your lip is-

Yeah, yeah,
I know, I know.

Oh, okay.
What did you-

I just fell on
some things.

Anyway, I was just wondering

When you thought
we should, you know...

Well, you know, we'll give
him a few hours, and...

And if we have to cancel,
we'll cancel.

Let's hope we don't
have to do that.

Yeah, that'd be terrible.

Yes.

Are we done?

Geoffrey:
It all started here...

Or ended here,

Depending on whether
your talking about

My breakdown
or my career.

All right.

Laertes was here.

Brian, much thinner then,
looking dashing.

Gertrude, barbra connolly,
was behind me.

She had the flu,
poor thing.

Claudius was next
to her.

Everybody else was
safely upstage.

And I was standing
by the grave.

Your grave.

Oh, the irony.

I had just finished saying...

Why, I will fight with him
upon this theme

Until my eyelids
will no longer wag."

O my son,
what theme?

And barbra spoke
and I turned to see her,

But I saw you instead.

I was watching
from the wings.

I loved watching you.

Yeah, it's a bad habit.
It's very distracting.

I said the next lines
to you, didn't I?

Geoffrey:
"I loved ophelia.

40,000 brothers could not,

With all their quantity
of love, make up my sum."

Why did you fuck
me over ellen?

That's what I was
really asking.

Why did you sleep with him?
Why did you tell me about it?

All right.

Please.

Anyway, that's when
it all disappeared.

The entire play went
(whistles)

Right out of my head
and I couldn't speak.

How long was I out there?

Ellen:
A million years.

A million years.
That's right.

O he is mad, laertes.

Gertrude:
For the love of god, forebear him.

They tried to go on
without you.

Yeah, well, you can only go
so far without your hamlet

Before you hit a speech.

"'swounds,
show me what thou'lt do."

I know that now.

But then...

I could offer nothing.

Nothing.

I would have cut my throat
but you're not allowed

To do that in front
of subscribers, so...

I jumped in there.

Ellen:
You didn't come out for seven years.

Diner:
(laughing) ahoy, captain.

Ellen:
Why did you go to yongs and not the theatre bar?

Geoffrey:
I was hoping for anonymity.

I just didn't want to be
stared at anymore.

I just wanted
to sit and drink.

Let me guess,
carlsberg?

(hysterical giggle)

Geoffrey:
Yes, I was in costume, but really this whole town

Is filled with
shakespearean kitsch.

It's like living
in a gift shop.

You'd think they'd
be used to it by now.

Anyway, I just...

Resented the attention.

Fuck off!

Hey...

Prince charming!

This is a family place.

Geoffrey:
(angry shout)

I think it was
"prince charming" bit

That got to me.

And what were you doing

While I was tangling
with the natives?

Me?

I was in the wings
with oliver.

I die, horatio.

Ellen:
(sobs hysterically)

The potent poison quite
o'er-crows my spirit:

Geoffrey:
And then I stole a car.

It was parked
along here somewhere

With the keys in the ignition.

That was my third crime
of the evening,

But it was my first felony.

And then you drove
to my house.

Yes.

Taxi!

(breathing hard)

I'm a little embarrassed
by this next part

Because it was
mainly theatrics.

(crash)

Ellen:
Were you planning to stab me?

Geoffrey:
Not you.

No, I assumed oliver
would be here.

I just wanted to wave
the knife in his face.

Maybe I wanted to stab him,
I don't know.

We'll never know now,
will we?

Anyway, I got as far
as the door,

I could see the two
of you in the window,

In love's fond embrace,

And I turned and I ran.

It wasn't an embrace.

He was trying
to stop me crying.

He was trying to restrain me.

Why didn't you just come in?
You were only five feet away.

Did you see me?

Yes.

If you had just come in,
we could have talked about it.

You could how stupid it was.

He doesn't even like women
for christ's sake!

(sighs)

And then you
ran away again.

Well how could I come in?
I had a knife in my hand.

So you were trying
to stab me!

(breathing hard)

I would have thanked you.

Okay, next.

(splash)

I don't want to
talk about it.

Please.

Kate...

We had to cancel rehearsal.

So?

It's all bullshit,
kate.

You guys talk a good game but
it's all bullshit in the end.

You guys?

What are you
talking about?

I feel hurt, kate.

Genuinely hurt.

I know I'm here
to sell tickets

But I don't need it
thrown in my face.

Did someone say
something to you?

Who? Claire?

Claire?

Claire's a fucking angel.

Well then who?

It was richard, kate.

He said it didn't matter
what I did on stage,

Nobody expects
anything of me.

He told me that
geoffrey said

The show would sell out
no matter what...

My fucking high-brow
genius director.

Richard said that?

Yeah, he said it last night
right before I went on stage.

I mean,
what the hell is that?

The new burbage theatre
festival, you know?

I'd rather be in l.A.

Where the assholes
tell you to your face

That they're assholes.

Jack, that...

That doesn't sound right.

No, it doesn't sound
fucking right, does it?

I don't want to talk
about it anymore.

I'm getting pissed off again.

You going?

I don't know what
the fuck I'm doing.

I've gotten into
three cabs today.

I keep wanting to say airport,

But I just end up
going for a ride.

You staying 'cause of me?

Kate, please, I can't deal
with relationship shit

On top of all this.

Sorry.

Jack:
Just walk with me, okay?

Man, I feel like
my brain's gonna explode.

(struggling grunts)

Ellen:
I read about it in the paper.

Geoffrey:
Yes. Thank you basil.

Ellen:
Why did-

Geoffrey:
I wanted to throttle a swan.

It seemed sensible at the time.

Geoffrey:
Why did you fuck oliver?

I don't know.

He was my director.

I tried to kill myself
that night.

I didn't know that.

Basil was more discreet
about my breakdown.

Young oliver:
Come back here right now!

Young ellen:
Get back! Leave me alone, oliver!

Young oliver:
Ellen, stop it!

Ellen:
No, no, get back, oliver! Get back!

(screams)

(splash)

Oh, shit!

Ellen:
I wasn't thinking very clearly geoffrey.

(hysterical laughter)

Ellen:
Don't laugh!

I was extremely upset.

Georgia had to stay up
all night cleaning my costume.

Oh, god.

Oliver should be here.
He would love this.

(laughs)

You want to go
for a ride?

I want to steer.

All right.

Jack:
Everyone's going to hate me

For throwing a fit
and running away.

Kate:
No, no one's going to hate you. It's just a screwed up process.

So, you're saying
you want to do it?

Jack:
Fucking right I want to do it! I wanted to do it yesterday.

Kate:
Well, then that's the important part.

My head's all messed up.

Fuck!

Who am I kidding,
I have to do it.

I'm an actor
and it's hamlet.

What am I going to do?
Walk away?

I'd feel like a loser
my whole life.

So you're afraid to do it
but you know you have to

And if you don't you won't be
able to live with yourself.

Yes.

Well, I think you can
use that on stage.

How did you find me,
anyway?

I met you on a bus,
remember?

Jack:
Hey look, a swan boat.

Ellen:
There they are. Right there.

Geoffrey:
All the losers come to the river.

Ellen:
They haven't seen us yet.

Geoffrey:
All right, duck down.

You know, we could stay
right here in this swan.

We could just
drift down river.

Eventually we'd find
some open water -

We'd be free.

Ellen:
God.

Why don't we give up?

I mean, really,
what would it matter,

If we didn't open
this show?

In the larger sense
it wouldn't matter at all.

In the larger sense
nothing matters.

Seriously, geoffrey,
I think about it all the time.

No more opening night
diarrhea,

No more explaining
bad reviews to my mother,

No more worrying and
obsessing and cramming.

I think about it all the time.

But you haven't quit.

No.

Why? I mean, not that
I'm encouraging you...

I don't know how
to do anything else.

I'd starve to death
if I left the theatre.

You stay in the theatre

Because you don't want
to starve to death?

And I like it.W that is irony.

I like it when the story's good
and the audience is listening.

And you like
the good reviews,

And you like
the standing ovations,

And you like
all of those fans.

Yes, I'm shallow.
I'm shallow, I admit it.

I wonder what life
would be like

If I could bake,
or something.

Ah well ,you would be
the bakery queen.

And you would be
constantly late,

You'd be petty
and argumentative,

And everyone
would hate you.

But the people,

Well they would still line up
to buy your tarts.

Man:
Number six, could you please bring your swan in,

Your time is up.

You can be so sweet
when you're not raving.

(laughs)

This was nice.

Thank you for
letting me steer.

Well, why don't you
take it in,

And I'll try and think
of something encouraging

To say to the boy.

How about...
"the show must go on"?

Hmm, he might take
that as a threat,

But I'll give it a shot.

(trumpeting)

Holly:
Minister, I'd have to say "dancing queen"

Was my favorite number,

But um, didn't you love
the way they worked

"take a chance on me"
into the story?

I just love that.

The bar?

Oh yeah,
in there to the left.

Stick to the chardonnay!

(kiss smack)

Why would richard
say that?

Why would he go out of his
way to fuck with my mind?

I don't know.
I don't know.

I mean, why would a man
kill his brother

And marry his
sister-in-law?

Well, it's a fucked-up world.

Yeah, it is, it is.
Especially for actors.

Actors are entirely
dependant on other people

They need a writer,
the need a director,

They need someone to make their
costumes, and sets, and props.

They need a theatre.

Worst of all,
they need other actors.

That's a lot of people.

That's not even
including the audience.

And you bring all those people
into one place,

The odds are you're going
to get screwed by somebody.

Usually somebody
wearing a tie.

I never looked
at it that way.

Well, you can't can you?

Otherwise you go mad.

Are you up to
some notes?

I mean, I don't want to
overwhelm you or anything.

It's just blocking.
I want you to be seen.

Yeah, what the hell.
Shoot.

(knocks on door)

Break legs,
everyone.

It's a good crowd out there.

Well, break legs.

Cyril:
Break your own legs.

Saboteur.

Cyril:
Quislisy.

It's past the half.
You shouldn't be back here.

(knocks on door)

Ten minutes, gentlemen!

Geoffrey:
Uh, oh yeah,

You're drifting kind of to
the right on osric's entrance.

And so just try
and keep stage left.

You know, if you're ever in
doubt just find your light.

Jack:
Oh jesus, I don't know what that means.

What?

Find your light.

I've said it to you
like, a dozen times.

Every time you say it
I never knew what you meant.

I just nod my head
when you say it.

Wow.

Okay, um...

Light is hot,

And when you're
in your light,

You're gonna feel
it on your face.

Look,

My hands are shaking.

I feel sick.

Fucking richard, man!

I can't get through this.

The play's too big.I can't
wrap my head around it,

I'm just a face, you know?

Normally, I don't think
I've ever had to keep it up

For more than three eighths
of a page.

And sometimes it's just
a glance, you know?

And then you do it 20 times
until you get it perfect.

Well forget about
perfection.

There's nothing more
boring than perfection.

Imprecision, fear...

This is what gets
them to their feet.

Yeah, well I should
be brilliant then.

Geoffrey:
And it is not that big of a play.

Yeah, right.

Geoffrey:
Come here, sit down.

Sit.

All right,
look at me.

I want you to think of it in
terms of six soliloquies, okay?

And count 'em off with me.

"o, that this too
too solid flesh".

"o, what a rogue and
peasant slave am I".

"to be, or not to be".

"tis now the very
witching hour".

That's a short one,
that's only twelve lines.

"now might I do it pat".

"how all occasions
do inform against me".

That's it.

Six.

And the rest,
as they say, is silence.

I think there's some
dialogue in between.

Filler.

Nail those six soliloquies,
everyone goes home happy.

(sighs)

Jack, jack, jack.

You can do this.

I'll be there.

Maria:
This is your five minute call.

Five minutes to the top
of the show.

Hmm.

(retches)

I'll give you a moment alone.

Nahum, I've got
to get to my seat.

It's too late.
The house lights are down.

I can't let you through.

Is there another way around?

Eh, under the stage and
through the paint room

And into the offices,

And then through
the front doors,

But you will have to wait
until intermission.

Through the-
through the paint room?

Maria:
Places please for the top of act one. Places, please.

Okay, well, I guess
I'll just watch from here.

See the actors at work.

Careful.
If a farmer names his pigs,

It makes the slaughter
very difficult.

Six soliloquies.

(sighs)

God help us.
Lx one. Go.

Frank:
Who's there?

Nay, answer me.
Stand and unfold yourself.

Long live the king!

(relieved sigh)

Cyril:
Bernardo?

Frank:
He.

Cyril:
You come most carefully upon your hour.

Frank:
Oh, 'tis now struck twelve.

Get thee to bed,
francisco.

Cyril:
For this relief much thanks, 'tis bitter cold

And I am sick at heart.

Frank:
Ah.

Horatio:
Break we our watch up, and by my advice,

Let us impart what
we have seen...

This first one's gonna
be easy for you.

You are so sick of the world
and all the people in it.

You just wish
you could melt.

Stay up left of laertes
on your entrance.

I'm gonna throw up.

Geoffrey:
Use it.

(applause)

Alan:
Though yet of hamlet our dear brother's death

The memory be green,

That it befitted us
to wear our hearts in grief

And our whole kingdom
to be contracted

In one brow of woe.

Yet so far hath discretion
fought with nature...

Alan's in good voice.

I hope so.

It's all he's got.

Alan:
Re-speaking earthly thunder.

Come away.

Cyril:
Here we go.

Moment of truth.

O, that this too
too solid flesh

Would melt...

Thaw and resolve itself
into a dew!

Or that the everlasting
had not fix'd his canon

'gainst self-slaughter!

O god!

God!

How weary, stale, flat
and unprofitable,

Seem to me all the uses
of this world!

Fie on it!

Ah fie!

'tis an unweeded garden,
that grows to seed.

Things rank and gross in nature
possess it merely.

That it should come to this!

Maria:
Lx 22. Go.

Polonius:
How now, ophelia! What's the matter?

O, my lord, my lord,
I have been so affrighted!

Polonius:
With what, in the name of god?

My lord, while I was sewing
in my chamber, lord hamlet,

His doublet all unbraced,
no hat upon his head,

His stockings foul'd,
ungarter'd

And down-gyved to his ancle.

Pale as his shirt,

His knees knocking
each other...

She's good.

Kate:
And with a look so piteous in purport

As if he had been loosed out
of hell to speak of horrors...

She's good.

Geoffrey:
You are disgusted with yourself.

You are a coward.
You are not a man.

You are a weak and
passionless failure.

O, what a rogue and peasant
slave am I!

Geoffrey:
On some level you long for this to be over.

You long for rest,
mental, spiritual rest.

I know this one.

Jack:
To be, or not to be...

That is the question.

Whether 'tis nobler
in the mind

To suffer the slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against
a sea of troubles,

(cell phone vibrates)

And by opposing end them?

To die,

To sleep.

No more.

And by a sleep to say
we end the heart-ache

And the thousand natural shocks
that flesh is heir to...

Lx 48. Go.

Jack:
Lady, shall I lie in your lap?

Kate:
No my lord.

Jack:
I mean, my head upon your lap?

Kate:
Aye, my lord.

Jack:
Do you think I meant country matters?

Kate:
I think nothing, my lord.

Jack:
'tis a fair thought indeed to lie between maids' legs.

Audience:
(laughs)

Jack:
'tis now the very witching time of night,

When churchyards yawn
and hell itself

Breathes out contagion
to this world.

Now could I drink hot blood,
and do such bitter business

As the day would
quake to look on.

Lx 57. Go.

Jack:
Now might I do it pat, now he is praying,

And now I'll do it.

And so he goes to heaven
and so am I revenged.

That would be scanned,

A villain kills my father

And for that,
I, his sole son...

Nahum:
Ah, fate plays with our prince.

What?

He cannot kill the king
while he prays.

Ellen:
O hamlet, speak no more.

Thou turn'st mine eyes
into my very soul,

And there I see such
black and grained spots

As will not leave their tinct.

Jack:
Nay...

But to live in the rank
sweat of an enseamed bed,

Stew'd in corruption,

Honeying and making love
over a nasty sty!

O, speak to me no more!

Thy words, like daggers,
enter in mine ears.

No more, sweet hamlet!
(sobbing)

How all occasions
do inform against me,

And spur my dull revenge!

What is a man,

If his chief good and
market of his time

Be but to sleep and feed?

It's number six.

I was wondering when
you'd show up.

He's in the home stretch.

Very good and
all that, but...

You've forgotten
something.

What?

A promise made
to an old man.

No ellen and I talked
about that this morning.

Not that one.

Oh shit!

Jack:
Examples gross as earth exhort me.

Witness this army
of such mass and charge

Led by a delicate
and tender prince...

(breathing hard)

Oliver:
Good job, geoff.

And I'm sorry about
ellen and me.

I suppose I always knew
that you were better than me.

Could we talk about this later?

Oliver:
Sorry.

Kate: (singing)
ô and will he not come again? Ô

Ô and will he not come again? Ô

Ô no, no, he is dead. Ô

Ô go to thy death-bed, ô

Ô he never will come again. Ô

Ô he is gone... Ô

Jack:
Whose was it?

Gravedigger:
A whoreson mad fellow's it was.

Whose do you think it was?

Jack:
Nay, I know not.

Gravedigger:
A pestilence on him for a mad rogue!

...On my head once.

That same skull, sir,

Was yorick's skull,
the king's jester.

Oliver:
Good-bye, geoffrey.

Thanks, oliver.

Jack:
Let me see it.

(relieved sigh)

Alas, poor yorick!
I knew him, horatio,

A fellow of infinite jest,
of most excellent fancy.

(shocked gasps)

Jack:
O, I die, horatio.

The potent poison quite
over-crows my spirit.

I cannot live to hear
the news from England,

But I do prophesy the election
lights on fortinbras.

He has my dying voice.

So tell him,

With the occurrents,
more and less,

Which have solicited.

The rest... Is silence.

(crying)

Horatio:
Good night sweet prince,

And flights of angels...

Sing thee to thy rest!

Lx 129. Go.

And fuck me blue,
we're done.

(enthusiastic applause)

(cheers and applause)

Richard:
Bravo!

Geoffrey:
Great show. Fantastic!

Great show, good work.

Great show.

That's was it!

That was beautiful,
beautiful.

Holy shit, man.

Hey, they're not
finished with you.

Get out there.
Come on, go!

(excited cheers and applause)

That was...

I don't know what to say.
That was incredible!

You know, I saw a chorus line
when I was 16 years old-

The critics are gonna
slaughter us.

What?

How can they?

Because jack is an
american movie actor.

That's all they're
gonna write about, right?

They can't ignore what happened
on this stage tonight.

What did happened,
exactly?

I...

I don't know!

This is all new to me.

Well please,
join us again.

We do eight shows a week,

Matinees on wednesdays
and saturdays.

(happy cheers and chatter)

Great.

Very good. Good,

Oh, geoff. Thanks.
It was wild. Hey!

Ah, I wish I could've
given you a line, but...

Oh, I think if I had
a line to say

I would have shit myself.

Oh, maybe I should've
given you a line.

Kate:
Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. (shrieks)

Is there anything
better than this?

Geoffrey:
Better than this? Well, uh...

(shrieks)

Geoffrey:
Wonderful work.

The little shit.
She was better than me.

Who?

Ellen:
You know who.

Geoffrey...

I don't know what your
plans are for next year,

But please don't make
me play the nurse.

You got a couple years left
before you play the nurse.

Ellen:
Well, one year anyway.

Geoffrey:
I was thinking more along the lines of...

Cleopatra.

I would like that, very much.

Are you free tomorrow morning?

Yeah. It's a race day.

A what?

Nothing. I am, why?

Geoffrey:
Well, in case I forgot to mention it,

We should meet at the place.

The spot?

Mmm hmm. 11:00.
Wear something black.

Great fuckin' show, man!

Good job.

Hey,hi.Len.

It's show time.
Are you ready?

I need a second. I'm...

I need a second.

Holly:
The board is waiting.

Shake it off, honey.

Destiny calls.
Don't forget the model.

(calling)
holly.

Holly:
Yeah, sugar?

Richard:
Holly...

You are a really
terrible, terrible person.

(snaps lock shut)

(slaps against window)

Richard!

(banging at door)

Richard!

Open the door!

(pounding at door)

Fuck!

Ellen:
Don't even think about pushing me in.

This is an armani.

Geoffrey:
Don't worry. That's not what I had in mind.

Ellen:
What's that?

Geoffrey:
The rest of oliver, minus his head.

It's our final obligation.

Oh, right.

He always said he wanted
to be sprinkled in the...

What did he call it?

Ganges north.

Ganges north.
Right.

Shall we do
this together?

I mean, it's not a very
dignified resting place,

What with the swans.

I am the cygnet to
this pale faint swan

Who chants a doleful hymn
to his own death

And from the organ-pipe
of frailty sings

His soul and body
to their lasting rest.

Goodbye, oliver.

Coffee?

I'm dying
for a coffee.

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