The Colour of Spring (2021) Movie Script
(bell clanging)
(Sarah inhaling and exhaling)
Hard and easy are complementary.
Long and short are relative.
Before and after are a sequence.
(knuckles knocking) Five minutes.
(gentle bright music)
(box clattering)
(pages rustling)
(Sarah chuckling)
Hard and easy are complementary.
Long and short are relative.
Before and after are a sequence. (Exhaling)
Out damned spot, out I say.
One, two, why then 'tis time to do it.
Hell is murky.
Fie my Lord, fie, a soldier and a-feared.
What need we fear who knows it,
when none can call our power to account?
Yet who would have thought the old man
to have so much blood in him? (Gasping)
Thane of Fife had a wife, where is she now?
What will these hands ne'er be clean?
No more of that, no more.
No more of that, my Lord, no more of that,
you mar all with this starting.
(gasping) Here's the smell of blood, still.
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten
this little hand. (Sobbing)
What a sigh is there,
the heart is sorely charged.
I would not have such a heart in my bosom
for all the dignity of the body.
This disease is beyond my practice,
yet I have known those which
have walked in their sleep,
and died holily in their beds.
Wash your hands, put on your nightgown.
Look not so pale, I tell
you again, Banquo's dead.
She cannot come out on his grave. (Gasping)
To bed, to bed.
(gasping) There's lurking at the gate.
Come, come, come, give me your hand.
What's done cannot be undone.
To bed, to bed, (stomping) to bed.
What's done cannot be undone.
What's done cannot be undone.
What's done cannot be undone.
What's done cannot be undone.
What's done cannot be undone.
What's done cannot be undone.
(sighing) Wash your hands,
put on your nightgown,
look not so pale.
Wash your hands, put on your
nightgown, look not so pale.
Wash your hands, put on your
nightgown, look not so pale.
Wash your hands, put on your
nightgown, look not so pale.
Wash your(Julia laughing)
No matter how many times you say it,
nothing's gonna change, I'm still dead.
How long have you been lurking there?
I'm Banquo, I don't lurk, I hunt.
(low piano not music)
He was watching you from the wings
every time you went up there.
He's the director, he
was watching all of us.
Well he was looking at
us, he was watching you.
Get thee gone, meddlesome spirit.
- You were fantastic.
- Thank you.
(sighing) Wash your hands,
put on your nightgown,
look not so pale.
Wash your hands, put on your
nightgown, look not so pale.
Wash your hands, put on your nightgown,
look not so. (Sighing)
(Sarah sighing)
Ah, there's my star.
- Hey you.
- Hey yourself.
(sighing) So?
Um, well you know me and Shakespeare.
You hated it.
You didn't let me finish.
You were terrific, even
if I couldn't understand
half of what you were saying.
Man, you owned the stage.
The audience loved you.
- Really?
- Really.
The Thane of Fife had a
wife, and she was in a play.
She was great, it was her
fate to be a star someday.
Come on up, check out the view.
Ah no, my days on stage are long over.
It's all yours, babe.
- I was good.
- No, you were great.
(kisses smacking)
[Sarah] Time to celebrate.
[Sam] I don't know about this, Sarah.
I mean it's, it's your
crowd, it's your night.
My crowd is your crowd,
and my night is your night.
Besides, they'll love you.
What makes you say that?
Because I love you.
What do I say if someone
asks me what I do?
It's just a temporary job, Sam.
I don't think three years
is temporary anymore.
You remember the first gig I had?
Handing out flyers for
Reggie's Chippy Truck
in that Fiona Fish suit?
- Bingo.
- Yeah.
And look at me now, owning the stage
as the best ever Lady M.
I don't recall saying
you were the best ever.
- You were thinking it.
- Mm-mm.
- Come on, admit it.
- Okay, okay, you win.
Just promise me you won't
leave me alone in there.
Scout's honor. (Laughing)
I know what you're thinking.
Of course you do.
Remember, there are rules.
So you keep telling
me. (Elizabeth laughing)
(soft jazzy music)
[Michelle] A 10-spot
says you can't make it
all the way through.
- Double it and you're on.
- Done.
(clearing throat) Friends,
Romans, countrymen,
lend me your ears.
Peter Piper picked a
peck of pickled peppers.
A peck of pickled
peppers, Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a
peck of pickled peppers,
where is the peck of pickled
peppers Peter Piper picked?
(audience cheering)
Hold on, Peter Piper picked
a peck of pickled peppers.
A peck of pickled
peppers Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a
pack of pickled peppers,
where is the pack of pickled
pepper Peter Piper picked?
(audience applauding) (Sarah laughing)
- Well done, okay.
- Pay up with love?
(chuckling) Okay. (Soft jazzy music)
(traffic whooshing)
(patrons chattering)
(scoffing) Scout's honor, my ass.
[Peter] Okay, so what
are the rules again?
You pick a movie, give
me clues and I try to guess it,
and then I do the same for you.
Person who guesses it right
with the fewest clues wins,
and the loser buys everyone a round.
- Let's make it two rounds.
- Hmm, double or nothing.
Oh I see, this is some plot
that you've cooked up with these two.
If I win, we'll go for the champagne.
But if he wins, go for a glass of water?
Ah collusion, I knew it.
But I shall accept your challenge fairly,
on one condition, no movies.
That's for the hoi polloi.
We shall duel in the theater.
The play is the thing. Slipped away
Would you like to go first or shall I?
Age before beauty.
(chuckling) How you wound me,
but now I shall exact my revenge.
Ooh, to paraphrase the
Bard in "Julius Caesar",
bring it on. (Glasses clinking)
(soft jazzy music)
- You look lost.
- No, no, not lost.
Just misplaced.
That happens to the better halves
all the time at these things.
Yeah well, she promised it
wasn't gonna happen to me.
It's her loss.
- I'm Jordan.
- I'm Sam.
Well, my friends call me Sam.
(chuckling) That's cute.
(party goers laughing and chattering)
Ah, well it looks
like they're having fun.
Oh, they always do when
Peter Morgan's in charge.
Peter, Peter, the pumpkin eater.
Every play he finds a different pumpkin.
- Were you in the play?
- I was, I was a nurse.
Oh, it's the scene where
Lady M just goes off the rails.
Oh yeah.
Um, I didn't recognize
you out of that, uh costume
- Yeah.
- That you were wearing.
(chuckling) Looks can ah, be deceiving.
Yeah, well I thought you were good.
You know, for what it's worth.
Too good for such a small role.
Thanks, that's what I keep telling them.
Yeah. When I took a breath
I just breathe
(Sarah heavily breathing)
I'm sorry.
I'm really, really, really
sorry, sorry times infinity.
The biggest sorry ever in
the history of the entire world.
So you're saying you're sorry.
- Yes.
- Really sorry.
- Really.
- Yeah, well you should be.
(Sarah exhaling)
I'm calling from Leviathan
Collection Services.
Uh-huh, yeah, we need to get this cleared.
Hello? (Workers chattering)
(headset clattering) (Sam sighing)
(microwave beeping)
(Sam clearing throat)
(knuckles knocking)
- It's Sarah, isn't it?
Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.
I didn't realize anyone
else was still in the office.
Just me, Sam.
My friends call me Sam. (Chuckling)
So I've heard.
Why don't you ever come
out with um, any of us for lunch?
No one ever asked me.
Mm, and if someone
did ask you out for lunch,
or something?
Depends on the someone.
The Raven himself is hoarse,
that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
under my battlements.
Come, you spirits that
tend on mortal thoughts,
unsex me here, and fill me from the crown
to the toe top-full of direst cruelty.
Make thick my blood, stop up the access
and passage to remorse that no compunctious
visitings of nature shake my fell purpose,
nor keep peace between the effect and it.
Come to my woman's breasts
and take my milk for gall,
you murdering ministers,
wherever in your sightless substances
you wait on nature's mischief.
Come, thick night and
pell thee in the dunnest
smoke of hell, that my keen knife see not
the wound it makes, nor heaven peep through
the blanket of the
dark, to cry "Hold, hold!"
Yes, Sarah. (Duo applauding)
Bravo Sarah, bravo.
(Jordan snapping)
[Sarah] Isn't this how every
teens-at-the-summer-camp
horror movie starts?
I know what you did last summer, Banquo.
Yeah, I was murdered, you idiot.
Stabbed in the back by my best friend.
I think technically you
hired a couple henchmen
to do the deed.
Well, that just means that
you're gonna be the villain
who comes back to
wreak vengeance on us all.
Well, that sounds good to me.
Well, that settles that.
Mm, it's the Scottish play.
I tell you, this would've never happened
if we'd done "As You Like It",
or "A Midsummer Night's Dream."
What about "Coriolanus?"
Hmm, nobody does "Coriolanus."
There's always some idiot in the audience
who laughs every time one
of the actors says the name.
Mm, anyway, we're done for the night.
Power's cooked in half the city,
could take hours for them to get it fixed.
- You, you wanna?
- Sure.
- You are so a couple.
- Shut up.
- Behave.
- Not a chance.
You were fantastic.
You really brought something new, dynamic.
Something I have never
seen in a Lady M before.
I was trying out a few
new things during the break,
pushing the boundaries like you suggested.
I'm glad you liked it.
Liked it? You blew me away.
I am just gonna sit in the
audience tomorrow night
and watch as their jaws drop.
You were transcendent, my dear.
Oh, I thank you, good sir.
The Thane of Fife had a
wife and she was in a play.
She was great, it was her
fate to be a star someday.
Listen, it's still early.
Why don't we head back to my place, unwind,
run a few lines, have a couple of drinks,
and channel the spirit of the Bard.
Thanks Peter, but I've barely
seen Sam in a month, and
Then what difference
will one more night make?
Sarah, is someone like him
what someone like you needs?
I'm flattered Peter, really I am.
But Sam and I have
been together a long time.
Familiarity breeds contempt, not love.
I can't.
I understand, I really do.
You gotta do what
you think is right for you.
But you have so much beauty and grace
and intelligence and talent,
please don't hold it against me
for being attracted to you.
(sighing) Goodnight.
Maybe you should call a cab.
- Thanks, will do.
See you tomorrow.
(flask clanking)
"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow."
(siren wailing)
Hey, Sam?
- Sarah?
- Hey you.
Hey, what are you doing home?
[Sarah] The power blew at the theater.
A lightning strike, if you can believe it.
- Uh-huh.
- So rehearsal was canceled.
Uh-huh, um.
- Hey.
- Hey.
What's up?
Oh, he may not know
much about Shakespeare,
but makes for a wonderful
sticking place, doesn't he?
Goodnight. (Door clattering)
Sarah.
How, how could you?
You weren't supposed to be here.
That's it? That's all you
have to say for yourself?
You slept with someone else,
that, in our bed.
And all you can say is that I
wasn't supposed to be here?
Don't touch me.
Fuck, how could you do this to us?
(scoffing) Tell it to
your precious Peter.
- What?
- What?
You think I wasn't gonna figure it out?
Sam, I don't know what
you think's been going on,
but I've never
I've been fucking stupid.
You know, the least you
could do was try little harder,
you know, put a bit of that best ever.
Lady M into your lines,
just gimme that, huh?
Just, just prove to me that I'm worth
lying to with some passion.
Just admit I, you're screwing him.
What? No, how can you be so cruel?
No, you have got the
market cornered on cruel.
The problem is, you're so selfish,
you don't even realize it.
I never cheated on you, Sam.
Betrayal comes in all
kinds of boxes, Sarah.
At least you got to open mine.
Yeah, that's right, go back to lover boy.
I'm not going to anyone.
Sam, I'm getting away from you.
(exhaling) Fuck.
(birds chattering) (wind whooshing)
(chuckling) Wow, I cannot believe
you have a house so near the ocean.
It is so beautiful, how can you afford it?
My mom left it to me.
D you spent a lot of time here?
When I have to.
He's an idiot.
It takes two to tango, Jules.
Yeah, and I think we
both know what Jordan is.
I wasn't talking about her. (Sighing)
It'll all work out, you'll see.
These things always do,
they just take some time.
Yeah, time.
Thanks again for driving me out here.
I really appreciate it.
Hey, that's what friends are for.
And besides with the show on its break,
I've got a lot of spare time on my hands.
"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.
It creeps in this petty
pace from day to day,
to the last syllable of recorded time."
"And all our yesterdays
have lighted fools
the way to dusty death."
"Out, out brief candle,
life is but a walking shadow,
a poor player that struts and
frets his hour upon the stage
and then is heard no more."
"It is a tale told by an idiot."
"Full of sound and fury."
"Signifying nothing."
My God, it really is a
depressing play, isn't it?
(laughing) Yes, yes it is.
(wind whooshing)
Mm, it really is beautiful
here. It's so peaceful.
I wish I could stay longer.
You're welcome to,
there's plenty of room.
Yeah, I can see that.
Did you ever think about
moving out here like full time?
Sam and I, he needed to be near work.
What are you gonna do?
Honestly, I don't know.
[Julia] Well, do you still love him?
Yeah, and I hate him, and I hate myself
for loving him and for hating him,
and for not loving him enough
and for not hating him enough,
and for not having any
fucking clue what to do now.
Well, if the acting doesn't work out,
at least you can come here
and set up a bed and breakfast.
You can call it Sarah's
Secluded Sunderland.
I can't see that happening.
Okay, then how about The Scottish Stay?
- Not a chance.
- Yeah, fair enough.
But if you do do that
and you need some help,
then you know where to find me, okay?
I will keep that in mind.
Are you sure you can't stay?
I have two cats to feed,
and a student short
film audition to prep for,
for that is the glamorous life
of a rising young star
of the stage and screen.
At least that's what I tell my parents.
Okay, give me a call if you need anything.
If you wanna talk, or if you
wanna listen to the cats, or
[Sarah] I will.
Remember, anything.
(Sarah sighing)
I love you.
(door rattling) (Sarah sighing)
(zipper scraping)
(Sarah sighing)
(bright metallic tone music) (box snapping)
(Sarah sighing)
(wind whooshing) (birds chattering)
(traffic whooshing)
(door clattering) (knuckles knocking)
(fist pounding)
[Michelle] Do you not hope
your children shall be kings,
when those that gave
the Thane of Cawdor to me
promised no less to them?
That trusted home might
yet enkindle you onto the crown.
Besides the Thane of Cawdor.
But 'tis strange... Strange.
And often times to,
to win us to our harm.
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
win us with honest trifles,
to betray us in deepest consequence, yeah.
(knuckles knocking)
Hey um, sorry to interrupt.
That's not what you
should be sorry about.
- Yeah, I know.
- Do you really?
- Yeah, I fucked up.
- Yeah, no shit.
Is she okay?
(scoffing) What do you think?
I keep calling her and,
and she won't answer.
Do you blame her, Sam?
- Is she staying with you?
- Why would I tell you?
I just wanna... What, make it right?
Yeah, yeah.
Sam, she's at her mom's house.
- Thanks.
- I'm not doing this for you.
(traffic whooshing)
(bright acoustic music)
[Sam] As you can see, they really
pack 'em in here on a Wednesday.
Ah Wednesdays, the most overlooked
and misunderstood day of the week.
Sort of like a middle child
with a really smart older brother
and a cute-as-a-button little sister,
just trying to figure out where it fits in.
Okay, so what day are you?
Wednesday, without the siblings.
- How is everything?
- Ah, yes.
It's great man, thanks.
If I can help you guys in any
way, yeah, just let me know.
Tell me you don't
actually work during lunch.
God, no.
Okay, so what do you do
to amuse yourself for an hour?
- I study.
- Okay, so you're in school.
- Part-time.
- What are you taking?
Theater.
What, what? That's,
it's, that's fantastic.
My parents think, thought
it was a waste of time.
They wanted me to do
something more practical.
Hmm, practical is overrated.
I have got a double honors
degree in history and economics,
and look where it got me.
Samuel Cameron at your service, a mouse
in the giant transnational corporate maze
of the 21st century, trying to make his way
to the piece of cheese, and
then onto a slightly bigger maze
with a slightly bigger piece of cheese.
- Sounds amazing. (Chuckling)
- Oh no.
Well then Samuel Cameron... Mm-hmm?
What's your favorite novel?
Oh, okay. That's a bit
of a non-sequitur, isn't it?
I'm the queen of non-sequiturs
and this is my realm.
Good sir, indulge me.
Well, the first date answer
that they teach us at guy school
is to always go with "Wuthering Heights",
well, 'cause no woman can resist a man
who's actually read "Wuthering Heights."
So, "Wuthering Heights", I don't know.
So you're a romantic, then.
Ah, depends on the someone.
(soft acoustic music) (audience applauding)
Um, I'll be right back.
There's Spot, thought
you were lost years ago.
"Fly seraphs, to your own eternal shore,
where winds nor howl nor waters roar.
Our portion is to die
and yours to live forever,
but which is best, a
dead eternity or living,
"is but known to the great giver."
Well, I'll take that as a standing ovation.
(knuckles knocking)
(footsteps clomping)
(door clattering) (insects chirping)
Don't know the
secrets of life and death
Don't know what happens
after our last breath
Don't know the secrets of the pyramids
Don't know where the
golden treasure is hid
I just know that I'm here
I just know that you're here
I don't know about tomorrow
All I know is that I'm
crazy for you, crazy for you
Are any others really free
I don't know, that's a mystery to me
Don't know how to stop the hate and war
Don't know why we have them both for
I just know that you're here
I just know that I'm here
I don't about tomorrow
All I know is that I'm
crazy for you, crazy for you
Oh, crazy for you
(audience applauding)
Whoo, ah. Isn't he cute?
Ladies and gentlemen, give it up
for my old band mate, Sam Cameron, come on.
(audience applauding)
You are welcome here any time, my friend.
She's actually pretty,
try not to fuck this one up.
(Sam chuckling) All right.
(Sam sighing) (soft acoustic music)
That was beautiful.
Mm, oh that's just a
song I wrote, a lifetime ago.
I guess it just waiting for the right girl.
(soft acoustic music continues)
(Sarah sighing)
(Sam sighing)
(wood creaking)
(Sarah and Sam sighing)
(Sarah and Sam sighing)
[Sarah] Hard and easy are complementary.
Long and short are relative.
Before and after are a sequence.
(bright metallic music)
(wind whooshing)
(bright metallic music) (Sam gasping)
(book thudding)
[Sam] Sarah? (Sighing)
(box clicking)
(Sam panting)
(Sam sighing)
(wind whooshing) (birds chattering)
(Sarah sighing and crying)
(door clattering)
Hey, there's my star.
Sarah? Hey, hey, you've been crying, Sarah.
Yeah, I'm still crying.
Why, why, what happened?
- I blew the audition.
- What? What do you mean?
Yeah, as in Mayan
prophecy, end of the world,
apocalyptically bad, blew it.
Okay, what happened?
Am I kidding myself?
Why am I even doing this anymore? (Crying)
Okay, look at me. (TV actors chattering)
Repeat after me, okay?
- I.
- I.
- Am.
- Am.
A great actor.
Come on, Sarah. (Door clattering)
(Sarah crying)
(water splashing) (Sarah exhaling)
"Come thick night, and
pall the in the dunnest smoke
of hell, and my keen knife
see not the wounded knaves,
nor heaven peek through
the blanket of the dark
to cry, 'Hold, Hold.'"
Oh fuck, why couldn't you have just
done it like that? (Sighing)
Oh um, oh Sarah?
I forgot to mention
there was a call earlier,
- some guy named Peter.
- Peter?
Yeah ah, wanted to talk
to you about the audition.
Um, said that, you know, he
liked what you did in the room,
and that they wanna offer you Lady M.
(gasping) Are you kidding me?
- No.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Oh God, oh God.
I got it, I got it. (Screaming)
- I got it.
- Like I said,
you're a great actor.
I'm sorry about before.
Well hey, all's well that ends well?
And here I thought you hated Shakespeare.
Shakespeare said that? Nah.
- Hey, well done.
- I love you.
I love you too.
(kisses smacking)
(rock splashing)
(rock splashing) Fuck.
(wind whooshing) (insects chirping)
(rocks splashing)
Hey, I made breakfast.
I'm um, trying to skip a rock.
Just one single rock.
Shouldn't be that hard, should it?
You know, a five-year-old can do it.
(rock splashing)
Yeah, not a single one.
(wind whooshing)
(Sarah exhaling) What are you doing?
- Sarah.
- Be one with the rock.
- What?
- You need to focus,
to become one with the rock and the ocean.
Feel the flow. (Exhaling)
Are you kidding? I-I, I
dunno if you're kidding, or.
Do you want the rock
to skip or don't you?
Arms in front.
Now close your eyes, and
breathe deeply and slowly.
In, out, in, out. (Sam exhaling)
Don't just take a breath Sam, breathe.
(Sam and Sarah deeply breathing)
Good, now repeat after me.
Hard and easy are complementary.
Hard and easy are complementary.
- Long and short are relative.
- Long and short are relative.
Before and after are a sequence.
Before and after are a sequence.
(Sam and Sarah deeply breathing)
Now get ready to throw the rock,
but don't open your eyes
until after you let it go.
Keep breathing.
The way is a void, used but never filled.
An abyss it is, like an ancestor
from which all things come.
It blunts sharpness, resolves tangles.
It tempers light and subdues turmoil.
A deep pool it is, never to run dry.
Whose offspring it may be, I do not know.
It's like a preface to God.
(Sarah and Sam deeply breathing)
Now. (Rock splashing)
[Sam] So um, when did
you become a zen master?
Remember Elizabeth from the play?
Older woman, really sweet,
she reminds me of mom.
She played the doctor.
Ah yeah, vaguely I guess.
I mean, you know me and Shakespeare.
I was more focused on you.
Anyway, it's what'd she'd
do before every rehearsal.
She'd just sit in a corner by herself.
She didn't do all of the other stuff
actors do to get ready, just that.
That's a little weird.
Exactly, so one night I asked her why.
I always thought she was zoning out,
when really she was zoning in.
She had a lot of great advice,
things I'd never thought of before.
Not just about the show
or acting, but life in general.
So I thought I'd give it a try.
And well, it worked.
- Are you expecting anyone?
- No.
(birds chattering)
- Sam!
- Hi there.
- (groaning) No.
- (Groaning) Sarah.
- Sam, no, no.
- Take it easy.
No, Sam. (Punches thudding)
Sam (groaning), Sam.
(crying) No.
- Sarah.
(wind whooshing)
"Is then the world unkind,
and does it treat all things
like straw dogs used in magic rites?
The wise man too, is he unkind?
"Does he treat the folk like
straw dogs, made to throw away?"
"Between the earth and
sky, the space is like a bellows,
empty but unspent, when
moved its gift is copious."
I can play the Lao Tzu quote game two.
(sighing) I'm impressed.
(scoffing) I couldn't care less.
What do you want from me?
I just wanna understand you.
After all, we've shared so much.
You can leave anytime.
(Sarah panting)
Here's the thing I haven't
been able to figure out.
It wasn't just the sex.
I could see getting over that eventually.
Men will be men, after all.
But he betrayed you here, (wind whooshing)
And you still trust him.
What kind of woman does that?
This isn't real.
If I were you, I'd start
looking out for yourself.
(Sarah gasping and crying)
Sarah I'm, I'm not gonna hurt you.
She can be a bit temperamental sometimes,
but she's not unreasonable, Sarah.
You can do a deal with her,
she can offer you a way out,
and all you have to do is
take it when the time comes.
Get away from me, get away. (Crying)
I'm not the bad guy here. (Sarah crying)
It doesn't have to end Sarah, not for you.
(crying) Let me out, let me out.
- Oh, Sarah.
- Hello Sam.
(Sam gasping)
I did the best I could
under the circumstances.
(Sam gasping) Ooh, easy.
You've taken quite a blow.
(panting) How long have I been here?
Ah well, that depends
on your point of view.
You see time like this piece of paper,
flat with edges and defined parameters.
Past, present, and the future,
from one edge of the paper
to the other, with a
distance that is clear.
But what if we could bridge the gaps?
What if there were no gaps at all?
An eternal now, or what once was,
may not be what is or what will be.
Does that answer your question?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Proper thing.
I have to get to Sarah.
Close your eyes and
the path will be made clear.
(Sam gasping)
Just breathe, Sam.
(wind whooshing) (Sam deeply breathing)
(Elizabeth blowing) (door creaking)
(footsteps thudding)
(Jordan sighing)
- You lied to her.
[Jordan] It's what I do.
You should know that better than anyone.
(Sam gasping)
"All the world's a stage."
Sam and Sarah, and people like them,
they're the real stars,
the writers, the directors.
I'm just the producer.
But you, you're just a bit
player, playing the same role,
time after time after time.
(Sarah crying)
- Sarah.
Sam, oh my God, oh my God. (Crying)
(Sarah whimpering)
We gotta get outta here now, okay?
Okay, okay let's go.
Every production
comes to an end sometime,
and today's bit player
becomes tomorrow's star.
(footsteps creaking)
- Well, hasn't this been fun?
- Anytime.
By the way, did I ever tell you the story
of the pilot from World War
II that jumped out of a plane?
- A fighter, I think it was.
- No.
His parachute was defective,
and when he went to pull
the rip cord, it just all fell apart.
Tough break, I suppose he prayed
as he tumbled to the ground.
Now you'd think so, but no.
He just thought, "Well, the bad news is
that I'm falling through the sky
from 10,000 feet without a parachute."
Then he closed his eyes and he thought,
"But the good news is there's no ground."
(footsteps clattering)
(Peter speaking indistinctly)
Okay, you have to stay here.
I'm gonna lead them away.
- No, no Sam don't,
- don't do it.
- Yeah, no.
Okay, trust me.
(door clattering)
What have you done?
Had a chat, told a story.
That's what I do. (Wind whooshing)
Sam. (Sam inhaling)
(coworkers chattering)
(siren wailing) (footsteps clacking)
Out damned spot, out I say.
One, two, then it is time to do it.
Hell is murky.
Fie my Lord fie, a soldier and a-feared.
What needs we fear who knows it,
when none can call our power to account?
Yet who would've thought the old man
to have had so much blood in him?
What, will these hands ne'er be clean?
No more of that my Lord, no more of that.
You mar all with this starting.
Go to, go to, you have
known what you should not.
Wash your hands, put on
your nightgown, look not so pale.
I tell you again, Banquo's dead,
she cannot come out on's grave. (Laughing)
To bed, to bed.
Right, well I think
we're done for the day.
You were wonderful dear, wonderful.
Thank you.
I've been trying out a few
new things during the break,
pushing the boundaries like you suggested.
Did you like it?
Liked? You blew me away.
Tomorrow night when we
reopen, I'm gonna sit back
and watch everyone's
faces as their jaws drop.
You were transcendent.
Peter, no. (Gasping)
How could you? You ruined everything.
- (gasping) Sarah.
- Sam.
(gasping) Oh my God. I remember everything.
- What?
- Look at me.
Sarah look at me, I'm here.
Hey Romeo, we're ah, we're working here.
You should have your
name in lights, okay?
Everywhere, every
night until the end of time.
I don't need my name in
lights, so long as I have you.
Always, always.
(kisses smacking) (Sam panting)
(wind whooshing) (door clattering)
Let's go home.
Sarah, this is your home.
(door creaking)
(door clattering) (wind whooshing)
(soft metallic music)
(wind whooshing) (birds chattering)
(waves sloshing)
Don't know the
secrets of life and death
Don't know what happens
after our last breath
Don't know the secrets of the pyramids
Don't know where the
golden treasure is hid
I just know that I'm here
I just know that you're here
I don't know about tomorrow
All I know is that I'm
crazy for you, crazy for you
Are any others really free
I don't know, that's a mystery to me
Don't know how to stop the hate and war
I don't know why we have them both for
I just know that you're here
I just know that I'm here
I don't know about tomorrow
All that I know is that I'm
crazy for you, crazy for you
Oh, crazy for you
(Sarah inhaling and exhaling)
Hard and easy are complementary.
Long and short are relative.
Before and after are a sequence.
(knuckles knocking) Five minutes.
(gentle bright music)
(box clattering)
(pages rustling)
(Sarah chuckling)
Hard and easy are complementary.
Long and short are relative.
Before and after are a sequence. (Exhaling)
Out damned spot, out I say.
One, two, why then 'tis time to do it.
Hell is murky.
Fie my Lord, fie, a soldier and a-feared.
What need we fear who knows it,
when none can call our power to account?
Yet who would have thought the old man
to have so much blood in him? (Gasping)
Thane of Fife had a wife, where is she now?
What will these hands ne'er be clean?
No more of that, no more.
No more of that, my Lord, no more of that,
you mar all with this starting.
(gasping) Here's the smell of blood, still.
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten
this little hand. (Sobbing)
What a sigh is there,
the heart is sorely charged.
I would not have such a heart in my bosom
for all the dignity of the body.
This disease is beyond my practice,
yet I have known those which
have walked in their sleep,
and died holily in their beds.
Wash your hands, put on your nightgown.
Look not so pale, I tell
you again, Banquo's dead.
She cannot come out on his grave. (Gasping)
To bed, to bed.
(gasping) There's lurking at the gate.
Come, come, come, give me your hand.
What's done cannot be undone.
To bed, to bed, (stomping) to bed.
What's done cannot be undone.
What's done cannot be undone.
What's done cannot be undone.
What's done cannot be undone.
What's done cannot be undone.
What's done cannot be undone.
(sighing) Wash your hands,
put on your nightgown,
look not so pale.
Wash your hands, put on your
nightgown, look not so pale.
Wash your hands, put on your
nightgown, look not so pale.
Wash your hands, put on your
nightgown, look not so pale.
Wash your(Julia laughing)
No matter how many times you say it,
nothing's gonna change, I'm still dead.
How long have you been lurking there?
I'm Banquo, I don't lurk, I hunt.
(low piano not music)
He was watching you from the wings
every time you went up there.
He's the director, he
was watching all of us.
Well he was looking at
us, he was watching you.
Get thee gone, meddlesome spirit.
- You were fantastic.
- Thank you.
(sighing) Wash your hands,
put on your nightgown,
look not so pale.
Wash your hands, put on your
nightgown, look not so pale.
Wash your hands, put on your nightgown,
look not so. (Sighing)
(Sarah sighing)
Ah, there's my star.
- Hey you.
- Hey yourself.
(sighing) So?
Um, well you know me and Shakespeare.
You hated it.
You didn't let me finish.
You were terrific, even
if I couldn't understand
half of what you were saying.
Man, you owned the stage.
The audience loved you.
- Really?
- Really.
The Thane of Fife had a
wife, and she was in a play.
She was great, it was her
fate to be a star someday.
Come on up, check out the view.
Ah no, my days on stage are long over.
It's all yours, babe.
- I was good.
- No, you were great.
(kisses smacking)
[Sarah] Time to celebrate.
[Sam] I don't know about this, Sarah.
I mean it's, it's your
crowd, it's your night.
My crowd is your crowd,
and my night is your night.
Besides, they'll love you.
What makes you say that?
Because I love you.
What do I say if someone
asks me what I do?
It's just a temporary job, Sam.
I don't think three years
is temporary anymore.
You remember the first gig I had?
Handing out flyers for
Reggie's Chippy Truck
in that Fiona Fish suit?
- Bingo.
- Yeah.
And look at me now, owning the stage
as the best ever Lady M.
I don't recall saying
you were the best ever.
- You were thinking it.
- Mm-mm.
- Come on, admit it.
- Okay, okay, you win.
Just promise me you won't
leave me alone in there.
Scout's honor. (Laughing)
I know what you're thinking.
Of course you do.
Remember, there are rules.
So you keep telling
me. (Elizabeth laughing)
(soft jazzy music)
[Michelle] A 10-spot
says you can't make it
all the way through.
- Double it and you're on.
- Done.
(clearing throat) Friends,
Romans, countrymen,
lend me your ears.
Peter Piper picked a
peck of pickled peppers.
A peck of pickled
peppers, Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a
peck of pickled peppers,
where is the peck of pickled
peppers Peter Piper picked?
(audience cheering)
Hold on, Peter Piper picked
a peck of pickled peppers.
A peck of pickled
peppers Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a
pack of pickled peppers,
where is the pack of pickled
pepper Peter Piper picked?
(audience applauding) (Sarah laughing)
- Well done, okay.
- Pay up with love?
(chuckling) Okay. (Soft jazzy music)
(traffic whooshing)
(patrons chattering)
(scoffing) Scout's honor, my ass.
[Peter] Okay, so what
are the rules again?
You pick a movie, give
me clues and I try to guess it,
and then I do the same for you.
Person who guesses it right
with the fewest clues wins,
and the loser buys everyone a round.
- Let's make it two rounds.
- Hmm, double or nothing.
Oh I see, this is some plot
that you've cooked up with these two.
If I win, we'll go for the champagne.
But if he wins, go for a glass of water?
Ah collusion, I knew it.
But I shall accept your challenge fairly,
on one condition, no movies.
That's for the hoi polloi.
We shall duel in the theater.
The play is the thing. Slipped away
Would you like to go first or shall I?
Age before beauty.
(chuckling) How you wound me,
but now I shall exact my revenge.
Ooh, to paraphrase the
Bard in "Julius Caesar",
bring it on. (Glasses clinking)
(soft jazzy music)
- You look lost.
- No, no, not lost.
Just misplaced.
That happens to the better halves
all the time at these things.
Yeah well, she promised it
wasn't gonna happen to me.
It's her loss.
- I'm Jordan.
- I'm Sam.
Well, my friends call me Sam.
(chuckling) That's cute.
(party goers laughing and chattering)
Ah, well it looks
like they're having fun.
Oh, they always do when
Peter Morgan's in charge.
Peter, Peter, the pumpkin eater.
Every play he finds a different pumpkin.
- Were you in the play?
- I was, I was a nurse.
Oh, it's the scene where
Lady M just goes off the rails.
Oh yeah.
Um, I didn't recognize
you out of that, uh costume
- Yeah.
- That you were wearing.
(chuckling) Looks can ah, be deceiving.
Yeah, well I thought you were good.
You know, for what it's worth.
Too good for such a small role.
Thanks, that's what I keep telling them.
Yeah. When I took a breath
I just breathe
(Sarah heavily breathing)
I'm sorry.
I'm really, really, really
sorry, sorry times infinity.
The biggest sorry ever in
the history of the entire world.
So you're saying you're sorry.
- Yes.
- Really sorry.
- Really.
- Yeah, well you should be.
(Sarah exhaling)
I'm calling from Leviathan
Collection Services.
Uh-huh, yeah, we need to get this cleared.
Hello? (Workers chattering)
(headset clattering) (Sam sighing)
(microwave beeping)
(Sam clearing throat)
(knuckles knocking)
- It's Sarah, isn't it?
Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.
I didn't realize anyone
else was still in the office.
Just me, Sam.
My friends call me Sam. (Chuckling)
So I've heard.
Why don't you ever come
out with um, any of us for lunch?
No one ever asked me.
Mm, and if someone
did ask you out for lunch,
or something?
Depends on the someone.
The Raven himself is hoarse,
that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
under my battlements.
Come, you spirits that
tend on mortal thoughts,
unsex me here, and fill me from the crown
to the toe top-full of direst cruelty.
Make thick my blood, stop up the access
and passage to remorse that no compunctious
visitings of nature shake my fell purpose,
nor keep peace between the effect and it.
Come to my woman's breasts
and take my milk for gall,
you murdering ministers,
wherever in your sightless substances
you wait on nature's mischief.
Come, thick night and
pell thee in the dunnest
smoke of hell, that my keen knife see not
the wound it makes, nor heaven peep through
the blanket of the
dark, to cry "Hold, hold!"
Yes, Sarah. (Duo applauding)
Bravo Sarah, bravo.
(Jordan snapping)
[Sarah] Isn't this how every
teens-at-the-summer-camp
horror movie starts?
I know what you did last summer, Banquo.
Yeah, I was murdered, you idiot.
Stabbed in the back by my best friend.
I think technically you
hired a couple henchmen
to do the deed.
Well, that just means that
you're gonna be the villain
who comes back to
wreak vengeance on us all.
Well, that sounds good to me.
Well, that settles that.
Mm, it's the Scottish play.
I tell you, this would've never happened
if we'd done "As You Like It",
or "A Midsummer Night's Dream."
What about "Coriolanus?"
Hmm, nobody does "Coriolanus."
There's always some idiot in the audience
who laughs every time one
of the actors says the name.
Mm, anyway, we're done for the night.
Power's cooked in half the city,
could take hours for them to get it fixed.
- You, you wanna?
- Sure.
- You are so a couple.
- Shut up.
- Behave.
- Not a chance.
You were fantastic.
You really brought something new, dynamic.
Something I have never
seen in a Lady M before.
I was trying out a few
new things during the break,
pushing the boundaries like you suggested.
I'm glad you liked it.
Liked it? You blew me away.
I am just gonna sit in the
audience tomorrow night
and watch as their jaws drop.
You were transcendent, my dear.
Oh, I thank you, good sir.
The Thane of Fife had a
wife and she was in a play.
She was great, it was her
fate to be a star someday.
Listen, it's still early.
Why don't we head back to my place, unwind,
run a few lines, have a couple of drinks,
and channel the spirit of the Bard.
Thanks Peter, but I've barely
seen Sam in a month, and
Then what difference
will one more night make?
Sarah, is someone like him
what someone like you needs?
I'm flattered Peter, really I am.
But Sam and I have
been together a long time.
Familiarity breeds contempt, not love.
I can't.
I understand, I really do.
You gotta do what
you think is right for you.
But you have so much beauty and grace
and intelligence and talent,
please don't hold it against me
for being attracted to you.
(sighing) Goodnight.
Maybe you should call a cab.
- Thanks, will do.
See you tomorrow.
(flask clanking)
"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow."
(siren wailing)
Hey, Sam?
- Sarah?
- Hey you.
Hey, what are you doing home?
[Sarah] The power blew at the theater.
A lightning strike, if you can believe it.
- Uh-huh.
- So rehearsal was canceled.
Uh-huh, um.
- Hey.
- Hey.
What's up?
Oh, he may not know
much about Shakespeare,
but makes for a wonderful
sticking place, doesn't he?
Goodnight. (Door clattering)
Sarah.
How, how could you?
You weren't supposed to be here.
That's it? That's all you
have to say for yourself?
You slept with someone else,
that, in our bed.
And all you can say is that I
wasn't supposed to be here?
Don't touch me.
Fuck, how could you do this to us?
(scoffing) Tell it to
your precious Peter.
- What?
- What?
You think I wasn't gonna figure it out?
Sam, I don't know what
you think's been going on,
but I've never
I've been fucking stupid.
You know, the least you
could do was try little harder,
you know, put a bit of that best ever.
Lady M into your lines,
just gimme that, huh?
Just, just prove to me that I'm worth
lying to with some passion.
Just admit I, you're screwing him.
What? No, how can you be so cruel?
No, you have got the
market cornered on cruel.
The problem is, you're so selfish,
you don't even realize it.
I never cheated on you, Sam.
Betrayal comes in all
kinds of boxes, Sarah.
At least you got to open mine.
Yeah, that's right, go back to lover boy.
I'm not going to anyone.
Sam, I'm getting away from you.
(exhaling) Fuck.
(birds chattering) (wind whooshing)
(chuckling) Wow, I cannot believe
you have a house so near the ocean.
It is so beautiful, how can you afford it?
My mom left it to me.
D you spent a lot of time here?
When I have to.
He's an idiot.
It takes two to tango, Jules.
Yeah, and I think we
both know what Jordan is.
I wasn't talking about her. (Sighing)
It'll all work out, you'll see.
These things always do,
they just take some time.
Yeah, time.
Thanks again for driving me out here.
I really appreciate it.
Hey, that's what friends are for.
And besides with the show on its break,
I've got a lot of spare time on my hands.
"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.
It creeps in this petty
pace from day to day,
to the last syllable of recorded time."
"And all our yesterdays
have lighted fools
the way to dusty death."
"Out, out brief candle,
life is but a walking shadow,
a poor player that struts and
frets his hour upon the stage
and then is heard no more."
"It is a tale told by an idiot."
"Full of sound and fury."
"Signifying nothing."
My God, it really is a
depressing play, isn't it?
(laughing) Yes, yes it is.
(wind whooshing)
Mm, it really is beautiful
here. It's so peaceful.
I wish I could stay longer.
You're welcome to,
there's plenty of room.
Yeah, I can see that.
Did you ever think about
moving out here like full time?
Sam and I, he needed to be near work.
What are you gonna do?
Honestly, I don't know.
[Julia] Well, do you still love him?
Yeah, and I hate him, and I hate myself
for loving him and for hating him,
and for not loving him enough
and for not hating him enough,
and for not having any
fucking clue what to do now.
Well, if the acting doesn't work out,
at least you can come here
and set up a bed and breakfast.
You can call it Sarah's
Secluded Sunderland.
I can't see that happening.
Okay, then how about The Scottish Stay?
- Not a chance.
- Yeah, fair enough.
But if you do do that
and you need some help,
then you know where to find me, okay?
I will keep that in mind.
Are you sure you can't stay?
I have two cats to feed,
and a student short
film audition to prep for,
for that is the glamorous life
of a rising young star
of the stage and screen.
At least that's what I tell my parents.
Okay, give me a call if you need anything.
If you wanna talk, or if you
wanna listen to the cats, or
[Sarah] I will.
Remember, anything.
(Sarah sighing)
I love you.
(door rattling) (Sarah sighing)
(zipper scraping)
(Sarah sighing)
(bright metallic tone music) (box snapping)
(Sarah sighing)
(wind whooshing) (birds chattering)
(traffic whooshing)
(door clattering) (knuckles knocking)
(fist pounding)
[Michelle] Do you not hope
your children shall be kings,
when those that gave
the Thane of Cawdor to me
promised no less to them?
That trusted home might
yet enkindle you onto the crown.
Besides the Thane of Cawdor.
But 'tis strange... Strange.
And often times to,
to win us to our harm.
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
win us with honest trifles,
to betray us in deepest consequence, yeah.
(knuckles knocking)
Hey um, sorry to interrupt.
That's not what you
should be sorry about.
- Yeah, I know.
- Do you really?
- Yeah, I fucked up.
- Yeah, no shit.
Is she okay?
(scoffing) What do you think?
I keep calling her and,
and she won't answer.
Do you blame her, Sam?
- Is she staying with you?
- Why would I tell you?
I just wanna... What, make it right?
Yeah, yeah.
Sam, she's at her mom's house.
- Thanks.
- I'm not doing this for you.
(traffic whooshing)
(bright acoustic music)
[Sam] As you can see, they really
pack 'em in here on a Wednesday.
Ah Wednesdays, the most overlooked
and misunderstood day of the week.
Sort of like a middle child
with a really smart older brother
and a cute-as-a-button little sister,
just trying to figure out where it fits in.
Okay, so what day are you?
Wednesday, without the siblings.
- How is everything?
- Ah, yes.
It's great man, thanks.
If I can help you guys in any
way, yeah, just let me know.
Tell me you don't
actually work during lunch.
God, no.
Okay, so what do you do
to amuse yourself for an hour?
- I study.
- Okay, so you're in school.
- Part-time.
- What are you taking?
Theater.
What, what? That's,
it's, that's fantastic.
My parents think, thought
it was a waste of time.
They wanted me to do
something more practical.
Hmm, practical is overrated.
I have got a double honors
degree in history and economics,
and look where it got me.
Samuel Cameron at your service, a mouse
in the giant transnational corporate maze
of the 21st century, trying to make his way
to the piece of cheese, and
then onto a slightly bigger maze
with a slightly bigger piece of cheese.
- Sounds amazing. (Chuckling)
- Oh no.
Well then Samuel Cameron... Mm-hmm?
What's your favorite novel?
Oh, okay. That's a bit
of a non-sequitur, isn't it?
I'm the queen of non-sequiturs
and this is my realm.
Good sir, indulge me.
Well, the first date answer
that they teach us at guy school
is to always go with "Wuthering Heights",
well, 'cause no woman can resist a man
who's actually read "Wuthering Heights."
So, "Wuthering Heights", I don't know.
So you're a romantic, then.
Ah, depends on the someone.
(soft acoustic music) (audience applauding)
Um, I'll be right back.
There's Spot, thought
you were lost years ago.
"Fly seraphs, to your own eternal shore,
where winds nor howl nor waters roar.
Our portion is to die
and yours to live forever,
but which is best, a
dead eternity or living,
"is but known to the great giver."
Well, I'll take that as a standing ovation.
(knuckles knocking)
(footsteps clomping)
(door clattering) (insects chirping)
Don't know the
secrets of life and death
Don't know what happens
after our last breath
Don't know the secrets of the pyramids
Don't know where the
golden treasure is hid
I just know that I'm here
I just know that you're here
I don't know about tomorrow
All I know is that I'm
crazy for you, crazy for you
Are any others really free
I don't know, that's a mystery to me
Don't know how to stop the hate and war
Don't know why we have them both for
I just know that you're here
I just know that I'm here
I don't about tomorrow
All I know is that I'm
crazy for you, crazy for you
Oh, crazy for you
(audience applauding)
Whoo, ah. Isn't he cute?
Ladies and gentlemen, give it up
for my old band mate, Sam Cameron, come on.
(audience applauding)
You are welcome here any time, my friend.
She's actually pretty,
try not to fuck this one up.
(Sam chuckling) All right.
(Sam sighing) (soft acoustic music)
That was beautiful.
Mm, oh that's just a
song I wrote, a lifetime ago.
I guess it just waiting for the right girl.
(soft acoustic music continues)
(Sarah sighing)
(Sam sighing)
(wood creaking)
(Sarah and Sam sighing)
(Sarah and Sam sighing)
[Sarah] Hard and easy are complementary.
Long and short are relative.
Before and after are a sequence.
(bright metallic music)
(wind whooshing)
(bright metallic music) (Sam gasping)
(book thudding)
[Sam] Sarah? (Sighing)
(box clicking)
(Sam panting)
(Sam sighing)
(wind whooshing) (birds chattering)
(Sarah sighing and crying)
(door clattering)
Hey, there's my star.
Sarah? Hey, hey, you've been crying, Sarah.
Yeah, I'm still crying.
Why, why, what happened?
- I blew the audition.
- What? What do you mean?
Yeah, as in Mayan
prophecy, end of the world,
apocalyptically bad, blew it.
Okay, what happened?
Am I kidding myself?
Why am I even doing this anymore? (Crying)
Okay, look at me. (TV actors chattering)
Repeat after me, okay?
- I.
- I.
- Am.
- Am.
A great actor.
Come on, Sarah. (Door clattering)
(Sarah crying)
(water splashing) (Sarah exhaling)
"Come thick night, and
pall the in the dunnest smoke
of hell, and my keen knife
see not the wounded knaves,
nor heaven peek through
the blanket of the dark
to cry, 'Hold, Hold.'"
Oh fuck, why couldn't you have just
done it like that? (Sighing)
Oh um, oh Sarah?
I forgot to mention
there was a call earlier,
- some guy named Peter.
- Peter?
Yeah ah, wanted to talk
to you about the audition.
Um, said that, you know, he
liked what you did in the room,
and that they wanna offer you Lady M.
(gasping) Are you kidding me?
- No.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Oh God, oh God.
I got it, I got it. (Screaming)
- I got it.
- Like I said,
you're a great actor.
I'm sorry about before.
Well hey, all's well that ends well?
And here I thought you hated Shakespeare.
Shakespeare said that? Nah.
- Hey, well done.
- I love you.
I love you too.
(kisses smacking)
(rock splashing)
(rock splashing) Fuck.
(wind whooshing) (insects chirping)
(rocks splashing)
Hey, I made breakfast.
I'm um, trying to skip a rock.
Just one single rock.
Shouldn't be that hard, should it?
You know, a five-year-old can do it.
(rock splashing)
Yeah, not a single one.
(wind whooshing)
(Sarah exhaling) What are you doing?
- Sarah.
- Be one with the rock.
- What?
- You need to focus,
to become one with the rock and the ocean.
Feel the flow. (Exhaling)
Are you kidding? I-I, I
dunno if you're kidding, or.
Do you want the rock
to skip or don't you?
Arms in front.
Now close your eyes, and
breathe deeply and slowly.
In, out, in, out. (Sam exhaling)
Don't just take a breath Sam, breathe.
(Sam and Sarah deeply breathing)
Good, now repeat after me.
Hard and easy are complementary.
Hard and easy are complementary.
- Long and short are relative.
- Long and short are relative.
Before and after are a sequence.
Before and after are a sequence.
(Sam and Sarah deeply breathing)
Now get ready to throw the rock,
but don't open your eyes
until after you let it go.
Keep breathing.
The way is a void, used but never filled.
An abyss it is, like an ancestor
from which all things come.
It blunts sharpness, resolves tangles.
It tempers light and subdues turmoil.
A deep pool it is, never to run dry.
Whose offspring it may be, I do not know.
It's like a preface to God.
(Sarah and Sam deeply breathing)
Now. (Rock splashing)
[Sam] So um, when did
you become a zen master?
Remember Elizabeth from the play?
Older woman, really sweet,
she reminds me of mom.
She played the doctor.
Ah yeah, vaguely I guess.
I mean, you know me and Shakespeare.
I was more focused on you.
Anyway, it's what'd she'd
do before every rehearsal.
She'd just sit in a corner by herself.
She didn't do all of the other stuff
actors do to get ready, just that.
That's a little weird.
Exactly, so one night I asked her why.
I always thought she was zoning out,
when really she was zoning in.
She had a lot of great advice,
things I'd never thought of before.
Not just about the show
or acting, but life in general.
So I thought I'd give it a try.
And well, it worked.
- Are you expecting anyone?
- No.
(birds chattering)
- Sam!
- Hi there.
- (groaning) No.
- (Groaning) Sarah.
- Sam, no, no.
- Take it easy.
No, Sam. (Punches thudding)
Sam (groaning), Sam.
(crying) No.
- Sarah.
(wind whooshing)
"Is then the world unkind,
and does it treat all things
like straw dogs used in magic rites?
The wise man too, is he unkind?
"Does he treat the folk like
straw dogs, made to throw away?"
"Between the earth and
sky, the space is like a bellows,
empty but unspent, when
moved its gift is copious."
I can play the Lao Tzu quote game two.
(sighing) I'm impressed.
(scoffing) I couldn't care less.
What do you want from me?
I just wanna understand you.
After all, we've shared so much.
You can leave anytime.
(Sarah panting)
Here's the thing I haven't
been able to figure out.
It wasn't just the sex.
I could see getting over that eventually.
Men will be men, after all.
But he betrayed you here, (wind whooshing)
And you still trust him.
What kind of woman does that?
This isn't real.
If I were you, I'd start
looking out for yourself.
(Sarah gasping and crying)
Sarah I'm, I'm not gonna hurt you.
She can be a bit temperamental sometimes,
but she's not unreasonable, Sarah.
You can do a deal with her,
she can offer you a way out,
and all you have to do is
take it when the time comes.
Get away from me, get away. (Crying)
I'm not the bad guy here. (Sarah crying)
It doesn't have to end Sarah, not for you.
(crying) Let me out, let me out.
- Oh, Sarah.
- Hello Sam.
(Sam gasping)
I did the best I could
under the circumstances.
(Sam gasping) Ooh, easy.
You've taken quite a blow.
(panting) How long have I been here?
Ah well, that depends
on your point of view.
You see time like this piece of paper,
flat with edges and defined parameters.
Past, present, and the future,
from one edge of the paper
to the other, with a
distance that is clear.
But what if we could bridge the gaps?
What if there were no gaps at all?
An eternal now, or what once was,
may not be what is or what will be.
Does that answer your question?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Proper thing.
I have to get to Sarah.
Close your eyes and
the path will be made clear.
(Sam gasping)
Just breathe, Sam.
(wind whooshing) (Sam deeply breathing)
(Elizabeth blowing) (door creaking)
(footsteps thudding)
(Jordan sighing)
- You lied to her.
[Jordan] It's what I do.
You should know that better than anyone.
(Sam gasping)
"All the world's a stage."
Sam and Sarah, and people like them,
they're the real stars,
the writers, the directors.
I'm just the producer.
But you, you're just a bit
player, playing the same role,
time after time after time.
(Sarah crying)
- Sarah.
Sam, oh my God, oh my God. (Crying)
(Sarah whimpering)
We gotta get outta here now, okay?
Okay, okay let's go.
Every production
comes to an end sometime,
and today's bit player
becomes tomorrow's star.
(footsteps creaking)
- Well, hasn't this been fun?
- Anytime.
By the way, did I ever tell you the story
of the pilot from World War
II that jumped out of a plane?
- A fighter, I think it was.
- No.
His parachute was defective,
and when he went to pull
the rip cord, it just all fell apart.
Tough break, I suppose he prayed
as he tumbled to the ground.
Now you'd think so, but no.
He just thought, "Well, the bad news is
that I'm falling through the sky
from 10,000 feet without a parachute."
Then he closed his eyes and he thought,
"But the good news is there's no ground."
(footsteps clattering)
(Peter speaking indistinctly)
Okay, you have to stay here.
I'm gonna lead them away.
- No, no Sam don't,
- don't do it.
- Yeah, no.
Okay, trust me.
(door clattering)
What have you done?
Had a chat, told a story.
That's what I do. (Wind whooshing)
Sam. (Sam inhaling)
(coworkers chattering)
(siren wailing) (footsteps clacking)
Out damned spot, out I say.
One, two, then it is time to do it.
Hell is murky.
Fie my Lord fie, a soldier and a-feared.
What needs we fear who knows it,
when none can call our power to account?
Yet who would've thought the old man
to have had so much blood in him?
What, will these hands ne'er be clean?
No more of that my Lord, no more of that.
You mar all with this starting.
Go to, go to, you have
known what you should not.
Wash your hands, put on
your nightgown, look not so pale.
I tell you again, Banquo's dead,
she cannot come out on's grave. (Laughing)
To bed, to bed.
Right, well I think
we're done for the day.
You were wonderful dear, wonderful.
Thank you.
I've been trying out a few
new things during the break,
pushing the boundaries like you suggested.
Did you like it?
Liked? You blew me away.
Tomorrow night when we
reopen, I'm gonna sit back
and watch everyone's
faces as their jaws drop.
You were transcendent.
Peter, no. (Gasping)
How could you? You ruined everything.
- (gasping) Sarah.
- Sam.
(gasping) Oh my God. I remember everything.
- What?
- Look at me.
Sarah look at me, I'm here.
Hey Romeo, we're ah, we're working here.
You should have your
name in lights, okay?
Everywhere, every
night until the end of time.
I don't need my name in
lights, so long as I have you.
Always, always.
(kisses smacking) (Sam panting)
(wind whooshing) (door clattering)
Let's go home.
Sarah, this is your home.
(door creaking)
(door clattering) (wind whooshing)
(soft metallic music)
(wind whooshing) (birds chattering)
(waves sloshing)
Don't know the
secrets of life and death
Don't know what happens
after our last breath
Don't know the secrets of the pyramids
Don't know where the
golden treasure is hid
I just know that I'm here
I just know that you're here
I don't know about tomorrow
All I know is that I'm
crazy for you, crazy for you
Are any others really free
I don't know, that's a mystery to me
Don't know how to stop the hate and war
I don't know why we have them both for
I just know that you're here
I just know that I'm here
I don't know about tomorrow
All that I know is that I'm
crazy for you, crazy for you
Oh, crazy for you