All language subtitles for Semmelweis_2023

You have one new voice message.

Hello!

I'm talking again
to the answering machine. Alex!

I hope you're on your way to prison.

I got a call from the county
with a budget correction

and we have to do theatre
with inmates, I don't know...

they will take it into account afterwards,

so we have to do it, it's an order.

Be careful, when you schedule
the rehearsals over there,

not to overlap with the ones
at the theatre.

And remember, Tuesday, be careful,

on Tuesday you have a rehearsal
at the theatre!

And answer the phone, God damn it!

And when I have electronic labels,
the customers will come look.

Until the electronic labels
are displayedat the market,

you'll find them at Altex.
We often lower the prices...

- Hello!
- Hello!

- Alex Gheorghe.
- Yes, in a minute.

You were approved. You have a phone?

- Do you have it?
- Yes.

In the box. In the box, with the keys.

- Do you have other forbidden objects?
- Like what?

- Charger, hands-free?
- No.

Go through the gate.

Come back.

- Belt?
- Yes, I forgot, I am sorry.

Go again.

Come back.

Do you have any coins? Change?

Go.

You're okay.

Commissioner, sir!

Go!

Hello, I am Commissioner Marinescu.
I was waiting for you.

- Yes, it is nice.
- Let's go.

It took a while
until I got through the gate.

It's normal, we respect the protocol.

Don't be afraid, you have enough time.

- Here is 020 to 023.
- I'm 023, I'm listening.

Get the thieves out.

Roger that. I'll take them out now.

So, what's it like at the theatre?

I haven't been to the theatre
since God knows when.

- You're an actor, right?
- Yes.

It's alright.

I'm not rehearsing anything,
but I'm doing what I like.

Yes, you're lucky.
It's really important to do what you like.

If you're not doing what you like,
you look at the watch,

you count the seconds...

until you can leave.

Do you have anything in mind?

I don't know.
I have to see the people first.

Obviously.

Where are we selecting them?
Do you have a stage or I don't know...

something with a stage?

We have a really nice club.

- Are there many?
- About 1,200.

But we're not taking everyone.

We will do a preselection,
we'll take the smart ones.

What exactly are you looking for?

Sir, we've never done this before.

We have other educational activities,
but not theatre.

Open the gate.

This is the access gate
to the imprisoned district.

Are we doing this again? We just did it.

It's the protocol.

The bag, everything in your pockets,
belts, cigarettes, pills.

- I brought the receipt for the petrol.
- What receipt?

The receipt, for reimbursement.

Didn't my coworker tell you
that there's no reimbursement?

No, she told me that I am not
being paid for what I'm doing here, but...

Because it's volunteering.
But the receipt?

If it's volunteering,
there's no reimbursement.

Let's go.

I am coming back.

Are you lost, baby girl?

Look for me later for the lapping.

Step away from the bars.

Yes, boss.

What I wanted to tell you...

You better keep your distance
from the prisoners.

I mean, you should be polite,
understanding, but not friendly.

It's for the best.

Here is 023 to 020.

Tell me!

I've taken them out. Where do I get them?

Get them in the club.

Come on.

I have a request for you.

I have a prisoner here
who has some kind of depression.

He's not talking, he's not communicating.

I talked to the jail's psychologist

and he told me
that this theatre thing might help him.

He's a good guy.

He was an assistant at Polytechnic,
his parents are respectable people,

university professors.

But he killed his wife.

He caught her cheating with a student,
he grabbed a knife,

and he butchered her... that's how
they found them, in her red Beetle.

Maybe we can make him
come out of this depression

so he doesn't do something stupid.

Diana! He's the actor.

Hello, Diana Moraru, education officer.

- We spoke on the phone the other day?
- Yes, I am Alex.

- Run him through the details.
- Of course.

I am going back.

You'll like it here.

It's one of the most quiet jails
in the country.

Bye.

Come in, please.

Every year the festival takes place -
"Multiart, emancipation through culture."

The National Penitentiary Administration

is allocating time, funds
and human resources

to re-educate and rehabilitate
the inmates.

In short,

the inmates get out of here and land
in a world that simply despises them.

They don't know how to do anything,
they have no knowledge,

nobody hires them, they have no money.

They are marginalized, so most of the time
they swiftly land back in here again.

The reoffending rate in the first
six months after release is 65%.

So why don't you teach them
how to lay tiles?

How is theatre helping them?

The purpose of this festival
was to encourage the inmates

to get more involved
in the artistic field.

To help them
get back to themselves more easily.

And you get back to yourself more easliy
through theatre than by laying tiles?

- Something like that.
- Yeah...

Alright. So what now?

We go see the inmates.
There are five of them.

Just five?

Your coworker said there were 1,200.

They are 1,400 in the whole penitentiary.

But there are five
who meet the participation conditions.

The conditions?

Yes, they have to have an open
or semi-open regime,

no incident in the last two years,
to not be released until the festival,

and on top of all of that,
they need to want to act.

What do you mean?
Why wouldn't they want to act?

- Hello!
- Hello!

- Hello!
- Hello, ma'am!

These are the names of the people
that can be part of this.

This is Alex, he's an actor,
and he's here to help us.

Sit down, please.

I will now ask him to say a few words.

I am... Hi! I am Alex, I am an actor,

a professional actor, which means
I should know what should be done.

Well, you never really, really know
what you have to do in theatre,

so we will try to figure it out together.

I don't care why you are here,
how much time you have left,

I care about what you like,
what you don't,

what music you listen to,
what are you reading, if you are.

Let's start with the name...

your name, or your nickname,
or what you're called here.

Flute.

When I was younger, I was in a play
with a puppy whose name was Pouty.

That's what I've been called since then.

I was raised by my grandma

because my mother left for Italy
when I was young.

And Grandma has a diploma above her bed,
my high school diploma.

She's keeping it there.

She doesn't have a picture
or anything else but the diploma.

For her, that's who I am.

That was good.

Quince.

That's what I am called.

Probably my face is a little yellow,
that's why people call me Quince.

But anyway, I mind my own business,
I am friends with anybody. Proper friends.

I like to dance when I am alone,

and I rarely am.

I like flowers,

I like when it's snowing at night,

it's quiet.

I like stories, especially those
with princes saving the girl.

And I don't know why,
but people call me Assy.

- Because you're from there.
- I am from Arad.

Shut the fuck up, you have an aunt there.

- I don't have an aunt.
- Quiet, let him speak.

You see? I let other people talk,
I am more of a listener.

That's what I thought.

Okay.

I am really satisfied
with how our first meeting went.

And...

Take a piece of paper and write down...

Take it...

Write down a question for me.

Until the next time, I will think
about it and I'll answer you then.

Thanks.

O gods!

O gods!

Gods and goddesses!

Gods!

Thisbe!

Thisbe!

The fortress...

When I myself see that,
what my eyes have seen...

I need to...

Is he staying here?

Out!

Out, I said!

- From the start?
- No, go on.

- The fortress...
- Was redeemed...

- Was redeemed...
- By gods...

- By gods...
- I know you...

I know you...

- Stayed...
- Stayed...

I know you...

Let's go from the start again.

No, go on.

- No, let's start again to...
- Okay, let's start again.

Even though
there's no scientific basis for this,

the popular belief tells us that
the chaffinch hates to be held captive.

When held captive, the chaffinch
is stabbing itself, taking its own life.

This is where the saying,

"stabbing yourself like the chaffinch"
comes from.

In the...

Damn it, Mr. Alex.
I asked you to not smoke here.

I can't go outside,
I will miss the cue for my turn.

What cue?
How is this my fault? How can I help you?

I understand you have responsibilities,
but you have to understand that

I can't go outside
because I'll miss my turn.

If you don't like it,
write that fine and leave me alone.

Leave you alone...?

- Watch out!
- Watch out for what?

- What's with this smoke?
- I don't know, the director smoked.

- And you? Aren't you rehearsing?
- I am.

How are you rehearsing
if you stay in the smoking area?

I have nothing to do there.
He's only rehearsing with Bogdan.

He's been keeping me away
for the last two months,

Bogdan doesn't know the text.

I know it better than the writer,
but he's not rehearsing with me.

He likes Bogdan better.

I know there's no love
between the two of you, but I told him,

"Honey, this Bogdan is an expensive actor,
he's gone all day at shootings."

All I could do is to tell him
to do a double role with him.

Double role means I rehearse once,
he rehearses once...

I don't expect that,
but at least to rehearse a little

when Bogdan is in Bucharest
and he's not here.

Yes.

- Haven't you rehearsed at all?
- Not at all.

He prefers to rehearse with the Coryphée,
the choir, the Thebans, fuck it.

With anyone but me.

Darling...

Trust me, it'll be alright,
have some patience.

The guy wants to make the play known,
to be safe, to know what is about.

But it's really good for you
what you're doing here.

It's a school. You need that.

Whoever rehearses with him,
it's very good.

Ma'am, look...

Why did you dare tell the director
to put out the cigarette?

- He was smoking in the room, miss.
- Shut up!

Shut up or I'll fire you.

The Health and Safety rules are...

I am the rules, alright?
You do what I say, okay?

If he drops the ash on the floor,

I'll make the cleaning lady vacuum
after the rehearsal.

If he wants to put out his cigarette
on the chair, I will call the upholsterer.

If he puts his out cigarette out
on the stage, I will call a builder

and they will repaint the whole stage
and it will dry until morning.

- Do you understand?
- Yes, ma'am.

Quiet! Is it possible to have some quiet?

You take your sand bucket,
and with something small, not a shovel,

you stay there and watch.

And if the director wants to set
the theatre on fire, you interfere.

You put the fire out. But quietly.

I got it, ma'am.

- You got it?
- Yes, I do.

But he told me to bring him an ashtray.
I am a fire warden...

- It's like I am speaking Chinese...
- I am just a person...

I talk, I hear.
You didn't understand anything.

- Yes, I did.
- What did you understand? What?

That whatever he asks for, I do.
He says it, I am doing it.

And what did he ask you for?

An ashtray.

So go give him an ashtray! Faster!
He needs an ashtray. Go!

What can I do?

Sometimes you have to raise hell,

otherwise they all forget their place.

Did you or did you not know my order?

I did.

And how the hell
did you have the guts to break it?

I follow the gods' rules, not people's.

- Is it here, the line "phony woman"?
- It is.

Phony woman...

No, no, wait.

Phony woman...

And ping.

- Hi, hello.
- Hi.

How are you? Are you good?

Yes.

- Okay, what happened?
- Nothing happened.

How was it?

Fine.

I asked you to not smoke in the house.

I didn't smoke in the house.
I smoked outside on the balcony.

- So in the house.
- So what do you want?

Am I supposed to go down three floors
every time I want to smoke?

I don't know what you are supposed to do.
Go outside, go to the park.

You are nuts! How could I go to the park?
It's night, it's cold.

So then quit smoking.

I can't stand the cigarette smoke.

Don't you understand?

My whole childhood,
Dad smoked in the house.

This was my big problem.

I knew when he was coming back
from the office

before he even opened the door
because he smelled.

At night, I used to put my blanket
over my head,

but I could smell the smoke through it.

I have small lungs, Alex.

I can't stand the smoke,
don't you understand?

But I don't know
what smoke you are talking about.

I smoked outside on the balcony
with the cigarette far away from the door.

It's all in your head, there's no smoke.

It is, I can feel it.
It went into the walls, the curtains.

- Unbelievable...
- Even this plant is smelly.

- It's dried out, it'll die!
- It'll die because you don't water it.

It's not a cactus, it's a flower.
It's dying of thirst, it wants water.

Plants like smoke anyway,
gives them something to do.

That's what plants do.
They purify the air, they produce oxygen.

If there's more smoke,
they have more oxygen to produce.

Do you hear yourself talking? Do you?

You are smoking in the house
so you can train my plant?

Carmen!

I am right, then? I am.

Light a cigarette, darling, come on!

Alex, I have small lungs!
What don't you understand?

I can't stand the smoke.

Every time I feel smoke,
I feel like I am suffocating.

I will die of lung cancer.
I am convinced of this.

Let's calm down, come on. Let's be calm.

Okay?

If me smoking is the problem,
I will quit. Alright?

I will quit.

How's it going with the inmates?

I don't know, I have nothing in mind.

There are only five,
they have never been to the theatre,

they are those kind of inmates...

and they are all men.

A Midsummer Night's Dream.

The craftsmen's scene.

Some craftsmen make a play as they can,

like with your inmates.

When he wrote it,
there were only men on stage.

I want to see you figure out Thisbe.

"Dud, how much money you make?"

Dude is written with an "e" and,
no, I don't receive any money for this.

I volunteer here.

"Do you like men?" No.

I mean, I don't want to offend anyone,
but I am profoundly heterosexual.

"Do you have a crush on Mommy?"

Who's Mommy?

I know what play we'll do.

The sad comedy and the pathetic death
of Pyramus and Thisbe.

Is it funny?

I know it.

It's good.

You'll be Pyramus.

Who's this Pyramus?

Is he a strong man or is he a whiny man?

Pyramus. He's the main man
who kills himself for love.

So I have to cry.

Tell me how much I'll have to cry.

I need to know.
I can play strong men better.

The lightning rocks
With flaming sounds

Will break the locks
Of all the forts

Yes, it's good.

- You will be Thisbe.
- So who's this Thisbe?

She's a girl. Pyramus' girlfriend.

Really?

So I work my ass off at the gym
so I can be a girl?

It's a comedy, indeed.
You'll be a Thisbe with muscles.

What?

- I will be his girl?
- Calm!

Boss,

don't make me a woman.

Can't you see how I look?

Sit down there!

We'll think about it.

You'll be the lion.

You don't have to do anything,
just roar like a lion.

You don't even have to be on stage,
you get out of the hatch and roar.

You will be the narrator.

Pouty, the moon.

Can I play the woman?

I could make my voice higher. Pyramus.

Pyramus.

It's me, Thisbe, your girlfriend.

You can only play Pyramus
because he has a pretty face

with a limber body with good proportions.

It's just like you would
like to see a handsome man

with shiny armor on a summer day.

- Alright.
- Alright.

What about me?

You... you will be the wall.

Okay...

Okay, for now, I will play Thisbe,
but I ask you, I beg you,

learn your lines by heart.

The hatch.

The hatch.

The hatch.

The hatch.

I could postpone...

- The lawsuit about the kidnap attempt.
- But it's not that urgent.

- So I can help you.
- Thank you.

Oh, my!

The parties with the gang are horrible.

You are all crammed into a basement
and they are all smoking.

Why are you going, then?

You know very well
that the real casting takes place there.

And I am a woman, I can't go play football
or tennis with the directors.

So I can't miss the parties.

You need to smile pretty because you
don't know who is seeing you or when.

No, thanks.

And anyway, the really important people
are at these parties.

I don't like to play the servant all night
just for someone to maybe notice me.

I better not go.

Another Bichon Maltese.

Sure, the one full of ego.
You know, that's why you're so wanted.

I have to talk to her mother.

Tonight, we are dancing as a family.

Do you want to dance as a family?

No, thanks.
I danced by myself before you came.

As you wish.

- Should I come sleep next to you?
- No, thanks.

You snore like an elephant anyway.

By the way, tomorrow I have an audition.
You're driving me, be up early.

See you in the morning, sleep well.

Bye.

You are the best person.

You are just like I would want to be.

- But...
- Do you know how much money I have?

One hundred thousand. In my game, I mean.
One hundred thousand gold coins.

Good. That means you are paying the rent
this month, right?

Alex, that is a game.
This money does not exist.

Go get a hot dog with it. Can you?

Make money in real life if you can.

It doesn't matter anymore.
Do what you want.

This audition really is important for me.

You could have helped me learn my lines
instead of playing.

You didn't tell me you needed me to help.

- Who are you against?
- Delia, for now.

- Can I know who the director might call?
- Good, short list. Great.

You go there with confidence and...

- You know you're better.
- I am better, my ass...

She has experience,
she did four feature films.

Yes, but you are more talented.

- You just say that.
- No.

I really am not.

You have a lot more life experience,

you have humour,

you know how to make drama,
I don't even need to tell you this.

You are unpredictable, which is hard
for an actor, and it's good.

What about her?

She... she is okay, I guess.

She is a versatile actress.

She is tall, she has long legs,
she is blonde,

she's not so talented.

But she is beautiful.

I don't know why he asked you both
for the same role.

Maybe that's what the director wants.

I don't think you are the same type.

If he wants someone beautiful,
he will take her.

But if he wants a talent, someone
to really play his role, he will take you.

- You screwed her, right?
- What?

You banged her, stop lying.

- No...
- Fuck you... you slept with her.

- No!
- Now I am ugly, right?

I am ugly, you don't like me anymore.

When I work my ass off to pay the rent
and you shag that blonde bitch.

God, Carmen, I didn't fuck
and I'm not fucking anyone!

Shut up! Shut up, stop lying!

That's it!

You told me I am ugly.

I didn't say that.

- Did you say she's beautiful?
- Yes, I did.

- Why am I ugly?
- I didn't say that!

I said you are talented,
that you are more talented than her.

So I am unstable, insane and ugly.

Fuck you and your mom!

- Where is Bogdan?
- He can't make it.

He's been shooting until 4 a.m.

Okay, but it's 10:30 a.m. and we should
have started exactly half an hour ago.

He had shootings in Constanța,
he will make it by tonight.

Okay, thank you.

Where do we start, sir?

The choir and the funeral.

The choir members on stage,
and the dead run lightly.

- Can I?
- Yes, Mr. Actor.

Sorry to interrupt you,
I would like to rehearse too.

I am sure you already made your mind up
about who you will play,

but Bogdan is not here today,
and I would like to...

I haven't made up my mind yet

because this is a scene
with complicated, profound balances.

If you don't need me,
I would ask you to tell me.

I understand that I am not
the kind of actor that you want to...

This is not about the kind,
I am not looking for a kind of actor.

When I am working, I am trying to extract...

from the person, not from the actor.

From the person.

I know the lines by heart,

I know all the instructions
that you gave Creon until now.

I mentally rehearsed all the lines
while you were rehearsing with him...

Yes, because you are two different actors
playing the same role.

But you are two different people.

I need to rehearse too. I need to.

I started to stutter.

I have been backstage
for the last two months.

I am not rehearsing anything.
I am always frustrated.

- You want to rehearse?
- Yes, I want to rehearse.

- Are you sure you want to rehearse?
- Yes, I am sure I want to rehearse.

Everybody, get in the audience.

Call the dead too.

And you, stay exactly in the light.
Exactly there.

Come on, you dead one, come alive!
Come on!

We're dying here.

The iron is strong, too,
but if you melt it...

Stop.

Why are you sad? You are upset.
Are you sick?

No.

Is Creon having hepatitis, Mr. Actor?

Sophocles doesn't say.

Well if Sophocles doesn't say,

please, be happy, joyful.

Come on, try again.

The iron is strong, too,
but if you melt it...

No, no, no.

What I am asking you is...
imagine that you have a harp in your hand.

But don't look at me, please, you act.
You play the role and just listen to me.

No, no.

It's a harp which you don't play
with your fingers, no.

Imagine that your fingers
are some sort of astral extension

of your body's extremities, Mr. Actor.

With the lines.

She, Antigone, was too vain.

- Too vain...
- Too vain.

Be careful at the diction.

Too vain.

Yes, so the audience
in the last row can hear.

Okay, stop.

- Too vain...
- Stop, wait.

I can't see. I can't see your eyes.

Your eyes are a little too small.
Can't you make them bigger?

Like that! Big eyes and smile!

- Too vain.
- She, Antigone, was too vain.

Make it physical! With the harp!

Let's start over, please!

But think that it's not a simple thought.
It's not a simple thought at all.

It's like a worm, like a worm
that goes through your brain

and slowly eats from the gray matter

with his little teeth.

Well, if it has little teeth...

Line by line.

Repeat after me, Pouty.

Peter Piper picked a peck
of pickled peppers.

Peter Piper picked a peck
of pickled peppers.

- Quince, dare to try?
- No, it's hard.

Flute. Peter Piper picked a peck
of pickled peppers.

Peter Piper picked a peck...

What the hell is this, man?

Okay, let's try another exercise.

I will put a song on. Normally,
this exercise is done with the lights off,

but for obvious reasons we can't turn off
the light, so we'll close our eyes.

Come on, close your eyes
and listen to my voice.

Come on, close your eyes.

Okay...

I will do this with you.
So we keep our eyes closed.

We forget our problems,

we relax ourselves,

we think about something beautiful,

a sunset,

we create something in our minds
something that we really like.

Maybe a boat ride in Cișmigiu

or maybe something else,

each of you think of what you want.

Okay, we relax ourselves,

we breathe lightly...

Lucia di Lammermoor.

He says he's an artist.

I don't know him, haven't seen him
anywhere on TV.

He gathered us in a club to educate us
without the police.

Just him and Mommy.

He asked us what we like,
what we know how to do.

He didn't ask anything about what we did
and how many years of college we've got.

After that, he asked
if there's anyone who sings.

Not like a snitch.

Like if he sings with his voice
or if he plays an instrument.

It was nice.

What about the clown?

He wasn't too happy...

Why is he here?

I don't know, wasn't able to read him.

We asked him one by one,
but he told us he's not getting paid.

I thought he came here for Mommy,
but I don't think so, he's frail.

Mommy is old,
she can beat him with a spit.

And I would have noticed any gestures
or looks, I was careful.

I thought that the prosecution
might have sent him.

I haven't figured him out yet.

- What does he have?
- A play.

- What play?
- A theatre play.

We are the actors, we act.

And if it's good, we are going
to Bucharest to the festival.

Mommy gives us points for the play.

- And what's it about?
- About a gangster.

About a gangster who is completely
in love with a crazy girl, and...

She is asking the guy to meet her
in the graveyard by the crosses,

at night, to stay at his Nensu's grave.

And she doesn't want to make out
with him either,

just a little bit
through the wall's cracks.

She's playing the virgin with him.

The same way these fuckers do
when their wives come to visit.

And after she kills him,
she kills herself too.

Like she loved him,
but she ended his days. You see?

No one wants to play the woman,
that's the rough part.

I thought... only clowns do this.

You know? Thisbe, Thisbe!

Thisbe.

So what's up with this?

Well, here's the interesting part.

They both die
and they have to bury them on stage.

I didn't think much of it, but Gentle did.

I heard him at night in the cell
because I haven't slept in four years.

He says, "The hatch."

He's mute, but when the university guy
says it, he's right.

Every stage has a hatch.

I know for sure because
after the Revolution, I was at a play

at that theatre between--
the one behind the church at Unirii.

And after the play, until the audience
went home, I went under the chairs

and stayed there until 12 p.m.

And when I got that heavy organ
from upstairs, I dropped it.

And it fell step by step
until it got downstairs.

It made such a noise,
it woke up the guardians.

They chased me down through the theatre.

And when they got to me, I went
on the stage and I saw a hole in it.

What hole?

The hatch leading beneath the stage.

Under the stage
is the storage with the props.

Where they have the houses,
the trees, the clouds.

Castles, ships,
whatever they need for the theatre.

The storage has two big metal doors,
they are as large as the walls.

And they're on wheels, you can only
open them from the inside,

you cannot lock the gate.

It doesn't have a doorknob on the outside.

You open them from the inside
and you get straight outside.

So they can load the trucks, they just
put them from there when they have tours.

- Are you sure?
- Sure.

I watched them for two months
before entering

to see how things are working.

I'll play the woman.

You know it's with lines,
you don't know how to read.

These guys know.
They will tell me what it says.

They will dress you up as a woman.

I'll pluck my eyebrows, I'll get boobs,
even shave my ass if I need to.

- You're good like that.
- I will play the woman, man.

Mr. Alex. Your fine.

For smoking?

If I get you...

I really like this black and white
contrast. You got this, bravo!

And... move back, please.

There's something here at the sleeve
that I don't like.

It's like...
Maybe you do something about it.

But the fabric is amazing.
Where did you get it from?

- Tudor Tailor.
- Very nice, absolutely amazing.

Antigone, let me see you.
Stay on your tiptoes, please.

Yes, yes. Now we're talking.

Give her some heels, please.
Go rest, go to your room.

Leave that phone, please.

- Can I leave too?
- Yes, go to your room.

- But read the text a little.
- Sure.

- This. Inside or outside?
- Out!

Am I going out too?

- Coffee, sir?
- Yes, put it on the desk, please.

We resume in 15 minutes.

Get him, he's talented.

Maybe he is, I didn't see it.

But you know when it's working -
when you don't like it, you don't see it.

- He has a frail voice, he's short...
- He is 1.72 m.

He's short.

If Antigone is a head taller,

how can I explain so many Thebans' deaths
for the big Creon?

It was simpler if Antigone went out
through one of the seven gates of Thebes

and ripped the invaders' heads off.

Corina, what I ask you is, for girls...

Shiny Pryamus...

I am killing myself!

...you wear white on your cheek.

- What is white?
- Lilies.

- Don't these lilies smell putrid?
- Yes, but they're cool.

- Shiny Pryamus...
- Shiny Pyramus, boss...

Shiny Pyramus, you're wearing
white lily on your cheek.

That's it.

Stay there, I'll hit my head
against the wall.

Guys!

Listen to me carefully.

Stop this and quit
whatever it is that you want to do.

Tell the commander to come here
or I will kill myself.

He is running fast and always faithful.

You nailed it.

- Get the commander.
- Nice.

Tell the commander to come here
or I will kill myself.

Isn't the lady supposed to speak higher?

She is.

I didn't get a package. I'll kill myself!

- Oh, Pyramus.
- Pyramus.

- The white lily you wear on your cheek...
- Shiny Pyramus...

The white lily you wear on your cheek.

Why don't I get a package?

The most handsome young man

and a brave "macabreu."

Maccabee, boss.

You, maccabee.

If you come in here,
I will hit my head against the wall.

- Stop it.
- I won't. Tell the commander to come.

Stop it and quit the disobedience act.
Go back three steps and...

I won't! Tell the commander to come.

Take three steps back
and put your hands back on the wall.

I won't! I will kill myself, man.

Right at the uncle's grave,
I will go search for you.

At Ninus'.

Right at Minus' grave
I will go search for you.

At Ninus.

Yo!

Which one are you?

It's me, Uncle Fane.

Who?

Ciocârlan from 59.

And why are you shouting
and interfering with my rehearsal?

I haven't received any letter
in six months.

I haven't received a single package.

I don't even have money for a biscuit.

And they won't let me speak
to my wife on the phone.

Maybe she found a man with balls
and forgot you.

Maybe she went to Italy to wash
old men's asses, or maybe she died, man!

Listen to Uncle Fane and stop it.

And why are you shouting?

They want to get to me.

Why?

I stuck a nail in my head.

- What?
- I stuck a nail in my head.

Where did you get it? From the bed?

Yes.

So get the nail out!

- That was it? Are you taking it out?
- And you won't be a cowboy anymore?

Shut up!

I think Uncle Fane gave you something
in the other room.

- Shut up!
- Did he do you?

Take it out!

Did you take it out?

- Did you take it out?
- Yes.

Goodbye!

- Fuck...
- On the ground!

Right at the uncle's grave,
I will go search for you.

Sweet scents, O Thisbeea,
are rising from flowers

Thy breath's the same, my beloved

No, I wasn't even slightly nervous.

Really, I am telling you...

I nailed it.

She came with a miniskirt,
heels with those long legs like a stork.

She was making eyes at the director.

"God, I need help, you're the only one
who can help me."

But it didn't work.
Do your job! Let's see what you got.

And it went from bad to worse.

I stayed at the door
and I heard when he was stopping her

and giving her instructions.

She left the audition crying.

She got into her red convertible
and drove off with the tires screeching.

She'll find another dork
whom she can make a movie with.

Until he figures her out.

I gotta go. Kisses.

Yes, see you at 2 p.m. at the Columns.

Thanks a lot, bye!

I got the part!

Lead character.

Thirty-five days of shooting.

- Aren't you happy for me?
- Yes, I am.

- But what are you doing? Smoking?
- It's not me, it's the character.

I need to look like a smoker.

You know you can see it on the camera
if you are not a smoker.

But you have small lungs.

How is it? Do I look like a smoker?

This director is extraordinary.

He's relaxed, he's not stressed,
he's not uptight,

I wasn't even slightly nervous.

And people treat you white gloves
when they know the director likes you.

And people who usually ignore you

don't know what to do
to get noticed by you.

And you have to take me to the Columns
in half an hour.

This car smells like a worker.

If you don't like it, get yourself a car
and plant jasmine and anise in it.

- This is my car.
- Your car?

- Yes, mine.
- Isn't it ours? It's yours?

No, it's mine, mine,
I bought it, it's my car.

The fridge is ours if you want.

I bought it, but it's ours.

The washing machine is ours,
the blow dryer, the TV, the iron.

I don't know why we bought it,
you never iron anything.

You only buy me Indian and dusk shirts.
I look like a Jamaican.

Thank God I am buying some stuff myself.

But it's ours, the iron, everything.
Everything is ours.

Except this car which is mine.
It's my oasis of freedom.

Get it?
The last bastion, the last redoubt.

It's like the cobs barn
that I was hiding in from my dad

so he couldn't see me smoking
when I was younger.

The porn magazine that I was hiding
in the chemistry book in eighth grade.

That's why this car is mine. Okay?

And the PC.

I think it is good.
You have accomplished stuff.

If you even have a PC, it's the shit.

Carmen...

You don't even have a mirror
on this sun visor.

Give me this.

Carmen, what are you doing?
Carmen? You want to kill us?

Are you insane? You want to kill us both?

Oh, man...

The corn barn is down. See you!

I hope you have insurance.

Yes, there's a little damage,
it can be fixed easily.

We can settle this.

- Did you or did you not know my order?
- I knew.

And how the hell did you have the guts
to break it?

I respect the gods' orders, not people's.

You have some nerve!
I am Creon, the King of Thebes.

Thebes!

She knew.

I forgive you.
If you ask me for it, I will.

Forgive you I will.

Ștefan Oneață.

He is called the Big Fane.

Double homicide.

He is suspected of paying an inmate
to take a third crime in his name,

a crime that happened right here in jail.

He can be dangerous, even violent.

So are we safe?

He asked to be part
of this educational program

and we can't deny it, he has this right.

Especially given the fact
that he hasn't misbehaved in three years.

But don't you worry,
we have the situation under control.

He is illiterate, but most of them are.

You can't do anything about it.

They spent almost all their lives
in correctional schools and jails.

And he wants to play the woman.

Thisbe?

- And how will he learn the lines?
- He says he already knows it.

Shiny Pryamus,
white lilies you have on your cheeks,

rosier than the rose
that is growing gloriously.

The most handsome young man
and a brave scarab.

He is running fast and always...

always faithful.

Here, at Uncle Nini's grave
I will come to search for you.

Ninus, bravo.

It's good.

Uncle Bebița?

Leave that projector
and come here to the garden.

- Yard or garden?
- No, here at the garden, please.

There, it's perfect.

Creon.

Mr. Actor, come forward, please, carefully
because there are bodyguards,

They are making way, standing apart.

In front, come here, come.

A little to the right, please.
More to the center.

Very good, there.

Uncle Sandu?

Please, give me 27 at 75.

Not good. Sixty?

Sixty? Not good. Go, go. Wait a second.

Mr. Actor? Put your hand above your head.

- Like that?
- No, higher, above your head.

Like that.

And now, Uncle Sandu,

put the light there, there. That's it.

But put the light on Mr. Actor's hand.

Right there. It's really good.
That's how we're shooting.

It's good.

Come on, talk to your father. Please.

- He's grown.
- Yes.

He is in sixth grade.

Does he like it there?

He likes school because he's learning
new stuff, but imagine what he's hearing.

Tell him Daddy will be home soon.

And that he'll never leave again.

I love you both.

Wait for us at the door

Carolers at our home

Let's welcome them with joy

The table is full

Of walnuts, apples and bagels

Be happy, Mother

You can hear the bells at the door

And the sky full of stars

Sings "It's carol time"

Hello.

It's everyone's night

Decorate the Christmas tree, Mother

And don't be sad

- What are you doing? Are you alright?
- Why wouldn't we be?

I was just asking.

Tomorrow's Christmas.

Decorate the Christmas tree, Father

Do you have something special planned?

One extra slice of bread and marmalade
at breakfast.

Maybe we can make brandy out of it.

You all have long sentences, right?

When was your last Christmas outside?

Flute?

I don't remember...

You?

I haven't eaten cherries in five years.

I haven't ridden a sleigh in five years.

How many Christmases
have you got left in here?

Fane?

I suppose you don't feel like rehearsing,
so we won't.

Let's talk, I am here anyway.

Let's tell stories.

No one's in the mood?

I will tell you...

...some verses.

The one who doesn't want to fight
He's free to leave

And you give him some gold coins
For the trip

I don't want to die
Next to that man

Who doesn't want to join me in death.

Today is Christmas day

For those who live and go home

When he hears about this day

He will rise tall and brave
When about Christmas day he will hear.

The one who lived this day before

The one who lived this day before
And he's an old man now

Will yearly on the vigil
Feast his neighbours,

And say "Tomorrow is Christmas."

"These wounds I had on Christmas day."

Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot

But he'll remember with advantages

What feats he did that day
then shall our names.

Familiar in his mouth as household words

Fane, Pouty, Flute, Assy, Quince, as well,

Be their flowing cups freshly remember'd,
The story shall the good man teach his son

And Christmas shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,

But we in it shall be remembered;

This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen at home now abed

Shall think themselves accursed
They were not here,

And hold their manhoods cheap
Whiles any speaks

That were with us here
upon the Christmas day.

Henry VIII?

The fifth.

Congrats, Gentle, congrats!

Gentlemen, we just listened to the Henry V
monologue by William Shakespeare.

Congrats, Gentle!

I allowed myself to change a few words.

Congrats, Gentle! Did you like it?

- Yes!
- He's good!

He made me very emotional.

Shakespeare does this sometimes.

He's the author of our play too.
Is it hard?

No.

Was it the words of a gangster that dies
with an aunty or was it Gentle?

- It was Gentle.
- It was Gentle.

Was Gentle lying to you?
Or was he being sincere?

- Yes.
- Goodbye.

So what's stopping us
from doing this play?

We only have to replace
some of the words in our minds.

What does the author say?

Some workers from Athena stage a play
which they present at the duke's wedding.

Working men. You know how to work, right?

I don't.

You're Thisbe, you can be a housewife.

Now we're talking.

Good, so you're workers and Thisbe.

- Now, what are you calling the jail?
- College?

- The locked house.
- Joint, dude.

I will take this another way.
Tell me some jail names.

Jilava, White Gate, Big Vânju, Colibași,
Giurgiu, Aiud.

I was in them all.

Okay, so they all have the name
of the village they're in.

No, some of them are on the field.

Yes, but they have the name
of the village they are part of.

Right, right.

Okay, so how about we call
this jail Athena?

- Athena?
- Where is this Athena, man?

In Germany, near Paris.

Athena, like the name of a location,
like a code name between us.

So you're workers, we are in Athena,
and what's left?

The duke's wedding. Wedding.
What could a wedding be in jail?

Where is the big table?

- At the cafeteria.
- Yes, Fane, at the cafeteria.

But I am still talking in code.

Where is that big, important table?

I am not talking about
like a large number of people,

but rather the importance,
where you make decisions.

- The committee.
- Yes, Gentle, the committee.

The probation committee.

So, then? Who's the duke?

Who's the most important boss?
The boss of the bosses?

- The commander.
- That's it, see how simple is it?

This is the play.

Four, three, two, one...

Leave me alone!

Happy new year!

Yes, we're coming.

There is no snow at all.

Fuck you.

Gentle? Are you on Mars again?

Look out the window, you're with us.
Leave that fucking toy car alone.

Look at those greenhouses.
Was it a greenhouse?

An inmate was swaying in a police van

And because it wasn't full
They brought another inmate

One, two!

Two inmates were swaying in a police van

And because it wasn't full
They brought another inmate

- Another one!
- One, two, three!

Three inmates were swaying in a police van

And because it wasn't full
They brought another inmate

You liked that, Mr. Boss?
Should we keep singing?

Tell us.

See how nice it is
to be on a road trip with us?

We even have artistic moments.

- We've arrived at the seaside.
- If it would have been summer.

Jail team building.

Fuck your beach, it was better in jail.

It's not nice!

Go, go! The first try!

Good, man!

Good. Come on!

I think we have a flat tire. We will
have to stop on the left in a parking lot.

There's more space.

Roger that.

Is he taking us shopping?

Boss, why have we stopped?

Are there discounts?

I talked to the dispatcher.
We will have to wait for another car.

Okay.

We will get out to get some fresh air.
Open up.

Take the boys out too!

Come on, boys, get some fresh air!

Guys, don't get any ideas, okay?

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- Welcome.
- Nice to meet you.

- Come on, miss.
- Here, here. Smile!

- Bravo!
- We are celebrating.

Good evening!

Thank you.

Will you take a picture with us?
We wanted a selfie, but...

Give me a vodka, please.

Hello.

Hello.

Andrei.

Andrei, right?

Alex.

Alex.

I haven't seen you since college, man.

How are you? How's it going?

Good, nice.

Are you in any play?

No, I mean, not so much.

Bravo, good.
No, it's good to not suffocate the fans.

Are you in any play in Bucharest?

No, in the countryside.

Is there more space in the countryside?

It used to. It got crowded.

Weren't you two together?

Yes, since college.

Yes,

in this area it's good to be free,
to seem single.

Pour me one more.

- No one hit on me.
- I was talking about her.

Wait a second.

Pour me one more.

Hello.

No, no, no.

Ceaușescu's palace, not anything else.
I don't care how much it is.

Get this done by tomorrow.
The day after tomorrow we're shooting.

I can't talk. Bye.

So?

So what?

Will you give me a role?
Will you make me big?

I don't think so, man.

So why did we talk?

To be honest?

No idea.

Good luck with everything.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

I know you from TV.

- Aren't you with Mr. Bogdan?
- No, we're only married on TV.

It's a pity. Handsome man.
Where are we going?

- Mircea Dragan 32 Street, please.
- Sure.

Alex, I can't do this anymore.
We can't go on, I can't anymore.

Aren't you saying anything?

You do nothing all day.
You are staying in the house all day.

Instead of going to search for a job.

I have a job at the theatre.

Are you paying the rent with this?
Are we living on this?

You know I have places to go to.

Go to auditions, to castings.
Go make money.

I won't go to auditions anymore.
I am sick of not getting the parts.

I am a beautiful woman, Alex.
You need to fight for me.

This is what you don't understand.

I am in my thirties.

I should have had a home
and children by now.

All of my friends are settled down.

Let's have a baby.

With what money?

Do you have somewhere to live?
Do you have your own house?

If I didn't work,
we couldn't even pay rent.

A child...

Who will raise him, Alex? Will you?

If I get pregnant,
I won't get a role for like three years.

What are you doing? Where are you going?

With what will you live?

Will you go to your mom
to ask her for her pension?

Is this how you want me to raise my child?

There are others
who are renting and have a child.

Virgil and Andreea.

Yes, but they are from Bucharest
and their parents are helping them out.

You have no one to help you.
Don't you understand?

Your mom isn't coming
to wash and cook for you.

I can iron and cook myself.

I don't need you to.
You're doing it wrong anyway.

Why are you saying this?
I cook pretty decently. I am satisfied.

You should bring money home.
That's what you should do.

You stay all day in front of that PC.
A whole week.

And I am running like mad
from one audition to another,

at shootings, at the theatre,
at voiceovers for cartoons.

I don't want to raise my child with you.

You are not the man
I want to have a child with.

- It's almost time, isn't it?
- Yes.

It will be full, you'll see.

- Where is the great director?
- He's here.

It's me, let me introduce myself,
Burgian Ivănsescu.

Dear sir, I like comedies.
I come to the theatre to laugh.

Didn't this Antigone die young?

Dad, stop it.

The director will think
you are being serious.

Mr. President, you'll like it. All my life
I have wanted to do antique theatre,

so I am convinced that you will like it.

- I hope so for your own good.
- Enjoy.

Her Greatness, the renowned critic!
Good evening, ma'am, welcome.

His Greatness, the public, 'cause it pays.

The initiated will understand
all the meanings, I am convinced.

- After we interpret it first.
- For sure. Let me walk you.

Sorry to disturb you,

but I wanted to thank you personally
for coming here, to the premiere.

The actors were really proud

and it's important for them
what you're doing.

Thank you a lot, it's an honor.
Thank you very much.

We'll talk later, alright?

Thank you very much for the Golden Bear.
I'm honored, thank you.

We, as shadows that we are,
if we didn't entertain you,

we could only find a cure.

Come on, Alex! I've just ironed it.

Here comes Creon!

The Thebes' soil will tremble

under the weight of his steps.

Phony woman, will you admit
to what you did?

Will you? Or will you deny it?

Am I the culprit?

I am the culprit.

Did you or did you not know my order?

I did.

And how the hell
did you have the guts to break it?

I follow the gods' rules, not people's.

She, Antigone, was too vain... Vain, vain...

By breaking my rules.

A proposal beyond
any unimaginable imagination.

And now the audacity is at its peak.

Breaking the will of nature.

I have a worm inside my brain
that's eating it slowly!

It's slowly eating my brain!

Bravo, bravo. I laughed so much,
my stomach hurts. Bravo!

- Where is he? Dear ma'am...
- Yes?

From now on, no dramas
at the theatre. Please.

- It's the county's money. Comedy, okay?
- Okay.

You animal! You killed Sophocles!

- I will destroy you!
- Don't destroy me, I'm already destroyed.

He, he... Hit him!

No, not on the face.
I have a deviated septum.

Straighten his septum.

I can't believe what he did to you.

You need to sue him.

I won't sue him.

Anyway, if he broke my nose,
he can't fire me.

And I don't pay for the room. We're even.

- Shouldn't we go to the hospital?
- No, no.

Do you have two pencils?

What for?

To stick them in my nose.

No, don't be scared. I know this
from Szobi Szobi Cseh, the stuntman.

He was my fencing teacher
when I was in college.

And is it working?

Well, when he was
breaking his nose on set,

he put pencils in, straightened it,

and in two days you're good as new.

- Do you have two pencils?
- Wait a second.

Thanks.

I am a little scared, will you help me?

Look, I will fix them here

and you have to push them.

Not really hard, but a little hard.

- Are you sure?
- I'll be fine.

On three, Are you ready?

One...

Fuck you, Director, I can feel your worm
through my little brain.

Diana, I can't open the faucet.
There's a spider.

- A what?
- A spider.

- How big?
- Big enough.

- Kill it.
- I can't kill animals.

Only mosquitos in self-defense.

- Where is it?
- There.

They beat you good, man.

Let's rehearse. Pyramus, say the line,
and Thisbe, come to the front.

- I have to pee.
- Be patient.

- Isn't Diana here today?
- She's with the commander.

She's at the headquarters.

Let's rehearse.

Come on, with the lines.

From the flowers, Thisbe,
sweet miasma rise.

Fragrance.

Sweet fragrance rise.

So is your breath, my darling...

And you wonder.

- But what do I see?
- A voice.

I know you are seeing a voice.
I am telling you to act surprised.

Get off the stage
and see what's up with that voice.

I can see a voice, I can see a tone,
I am going, I am coming back,

wait a second, I will be back.

Get out of here.

Man, go away!

Come on, Thisbe.

- Good day!
- Good day, ma'am.

- Do I talk now?
- Yes, you do. Who else?

You are alone on the stage.

Pyramus went out to see what's up
with that voice he was hearing.

And he will come back.
Come on, say your lines.

- Shiny Pryams.
- Pyramus.

- Shiny Pyramus.
- And it's a "he."

- Shiny Pyramus.
- Shiny Pyramus.

- White lilies you have in your cheeks.
- On cheeks.

On cheeks. Rosier than the rose
that is growing gloriously.

The most handsome young man
and a brave scarab.

He is running fast and always faithful.

Here, at...

Here, at Uncle's grave,
I will come to search for you.

Ninus.

I will come at Minus' grave...

Ninus, man, Ninus.

What the hell? Fuck this Ninus.

Ninus. How hard is it? Ninus.

And this line isn't here anyway,
it's much later,

I don't know why you are saying it here.

And you're acting flat,
you don't have any kind of break.

Who am I kidding, man?
Theatre with inmates...

- Ninus, will we fight for a name?
- Fuck this.

What's wrong with him? And Fane was good.

Congrats, Fane.

I need to pee.

Did you fire him, darling?

He ruined my play.

I can't. All I can do is give him
a penalty of 15% for six months.

It's not good. He has a nose fracture,
two broken front teeth,

a crack on the roof of the mouth.

I don't know if this young man will
ever be able to speak properly on stage.

Like he was speaking properly...

Please, stop smoking,
it's not good for you.

Yo!

- Is everybody here?
- Yes.

There is no place to rehearse, but...

- Don't you dare laugh.
- Why would they?

This is the stage
and that is the backstage.

These are not rehearsal conditions
for a play.

- Are we doing this or not?
- We are if the clown left us...

I know theatre, I've been to the theatre.

That's what I am talking about, man.
If we started it, let's finish.

- What do you say?
- I am starting to like it.

The time is passing differently
when you know you get out of the cell.

If we do this and they pick us
to go to the festival,

our families will be there to watch us.

I would want to see Grandma.

I would want to see my kid, too.

- The hatch.
- The hatch.

We are doing it.

...bad intentions just to... but don't be mad...

...we didn't mean it...

You don't know who he is...

Damn this text!

We didn't have bad intention...

Shiny Pyramus, white lilies
you have on your cheeks,

rosier than the rose
that is growing gloriously.

- What are you doing, man?
- I thought about some little changes.

You will play Pyramus, the gangster,
and I will be Thisbe.

- So you want me to learn other words?
- I'll learn yours and we'll switch roles.

This is the one I know,
this is the one I am playing.

Go back to your role.

I can't do this anymore.

I can't play this role.

I mean, Pyramus is taking a sword out,
he is stabbing himself.

I can't do this part,
I am not playing without a sword.

So where are you getting a sword from?

You can't do it here, man.
You need to get it from the outside.

You need to get it through the gates,
it will show at verification.

Are you dumb?

Man, you don't need no sword.

You take your toothbrush,

rub it against the floor for two weeks,
you make it sharp,

and you don't stab it here,
it breaks between the ribs, get it?

No, honey, you put it here, at the neck.

Do you feel it twitching?
Tell me, my life, do you?

- You, schmuck!
- You would like that, wouldn't you?

It's like a worm, like a worm
that goes through your brain.

What about the blondie?

I will marry her
when I will retire from my business.

- And I will start fishing.
- Fishing.

- And stamp collecting.
- And stamp collecting. And now...

- The attack.
- The attack.

Do it! That's it! Good job!

Gipsy, I'll beat the shit out of you!

Good job!

At the graveside of Minus...

What, we're arguing over a name?

Sword, get out of your sheath.

I'll stab you on my left side,
where my heart is beating.

Yes, Pyramor, yes. Yes, yes!

Congrats, man.

Shiny Pyramus...

If we ever upset you,
here we come in peace.

Here.

Wait, let me. Not like that, look.

You have the nipples in the front.

What?

Here.

- No, one is a little bit smaller.
- No.

No, wait a second.

Take these.

- That's it.
- That's it.

Take off your hand!

Weren't you two together?

You're not the man
with whomI want to have a child.

I can't take it anymore!

Yes.

We're going to Bucharest, to the festival!
Our play was selected!

Can you believe it?

Diana, I don't understand
what are you saying.

- Out play! The dream! Our dream!
- What about it?

Thy boys made a great surprise.
They rehearsed without you!

We sent the tape to the festival,
they selected us!

Alright.

ODEON THEATRE

Esteemed audience,

welcome to the ninth edition
of the Prison Theatre Festival

"Emancipation Through Culture."

Man, come here, I saved you a seat.

Watch your bags.

How was it inside?

It's about to start!
What the hell are you doing?

Wait, man, it's okay. Why so nervous?

Ladies and gentlemen,
the show is starting.

Please, take your seats.

During the play,
please turn of your phones.

Recording of the show
is strictly prohibited.

I came to see Pouty.

Enjoy the show.

How are you, guys?

Man, my son and wife are in the audience!
My son and wife are in the audience!

Grandma! Grandma is in the audience.

The duke.
The duke is in the audience, he came.

Let's talk a little.

- Who made your costumes?
- What do you mean?

We did.

Guys, sorry for not coming anymore,

but it's been a rough patch for me,

with a lot of stuff.

Anyway, go in the direction
we talked about, what we rehearsed,

and it will be alright, okay?

And enjoy this.

Enjoy that you're here,
that you are playing.

These people, I don't know.

Maybe they have been to the theatre,
maybe they have never been...

But for a few minutes,
you won't be inmates,

you won't be the people
from the visiting room

that are guarded by guardians,

they will remember you like actors.

That's how they'll remember you.
Not like inmates, but like actors.

And together, work together.

United, alright?

Are we doing this?

Come on, Fane.

What do we say?

- The dream.
- The dream.

Quiet, so they don't hear us.

- The dream.
- The dream.

Minus, Ninus. Minus is good too.

You're so sexy.

Break a leg, guys.

- And tell Vasile to move the car.
- Okay.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- I am the penitentiary's director.
- Yes, I know you from the phone.

Just that you sounded more brown-haired.

I am very pleased by this collaboration.
I would like to continue the protocol.

The protocol, yes. Sit down.

How about doing Three sisters by Chekhov?

It's the story of a very sad woman
that loves roses,

and she's very much in love
with a lieutenant.

- Colonel.
- You got it.

Don't you have one with three brothers?
We are an all-men prison.

Or The Wedding by Chekhov.

Let's stick to the first,
the one with three girls.

Three sisters. Whatever...

If we offend... Say something, man.

Come on, say something. If we offend...

If we offend, it is with our good will.

That you should think,
We come not to offend,

But with good will.

To show our simple skill.

If you don't know who is he...
Not you! Pyram.

This man is Pyram, if you would know;
but the woman...

This beauteous lady Thisbe is certain.

This man, with lime and rough-cast,
doth present,

Wall, that vile Wall
which did these lovers sunder;

And through Wall's chink, poor souls,

They are content to whisper
At the which let no man wonder.

This man, with lanthorn and bush of thorn...

Where is the bush?

Presenteth Moonshine; for,
if you will know,

By moonshine did these
lovers think no scorn.

This grisly beast,
which Lion hight by name,

You can easily find out that
he is a friend of mine.

The trusty Thisbe, coming first by night,

Did scare away,

And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall,

Which Lion vile
with bloody mouth did stain.

Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth and tall,

And finds his trusty Thisbe's mantle slain

Whereat, with blade,

With bloody blameful blade,

He bravely broach'd
is boiling bloody breast;

And Thisbe, tarrying in mulberry shade,

Her dagger, wagger, drew, and died.

In this same interlude it doth befall

That I, one Snout by name, present a wall;

And such a wall, I would have you think,
That had in it a crannied hole or chink,

Through which the lovers,

Pyramus and Thisbe,
Did whisper often very secretly.

This loam, this rough-cast
And this stone doth show

That I am that same wall.

Oh, grim-look'd night!
Oh, night with hue so black!

Ohn night, whichever art when day is not!

I fear my Thisbe's promise is forgot!

And thou, oh, wall, oh, sweet,
oh, lovely wall,

That stand'st between her father's
ground and mine!

Show me thy chink,
to blink through with mine eye!

Thanks, courteous wall:
Jove shield thee well for this!

But what see I? No Thisbe do I see.

Oh, wicked wall,
through whom I see no bliss!

Cursed be thy stones
for thus deceiving me!

Come on!

Oh, wall, often hast thou heard my moans,

For parting my fair Pyramus and me!

My cherry lips have
often kiss'd thy stones,

Thy stones with lime
and hair knit up in thee.

I see a voice

Now will I to the chink,
To spy an I can hear my Thisbe's face.

My love thou art, my love I think.

Oh, my grace Thisbe, think what thou wilt,

I am thy lover's grace;
And, like Lisander, am I trusty still.

And I like Helen,

Until the Fates kill me.

Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.

As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.

O kiss me through the hole
of this vile wall!

I kiss the wall's hole,
not your lips at all.

Wilt thou at Ninus' tomb
meet me straightway?

'Tide life, 'tide death,
I come without delay.

- And get out.
- I'm out.

Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so;

And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.

Sweet Moon, I thank thee
For thy sunny beams;

I thank thee, Moon,
For shining now so bright;

For, by thy gracious,
Golden, glittering gleams,

I trust to take of truest Thisbe sight.

But stay, oh, spite!
But mark, poor knight,

What dreadful dole is here!

Eyes, do you see?

Thy mantle good,
What, stain'd with blood!

Oh, Fates, come, come,

Approach, ye Furies fell!
Cut thread and thrum;

Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!

Come, tears, confound;

Out, sword, and wound

Ay, that left pap,
Where heart doth hop:

Thus die I, thus...

Ouch!

Now am I dead,
Now am I fled;

My soul is in the sky:

Moon take thy flight:

Tongue, lose thy light;

Now die, Pyramus!

I die.

Asleep, my love?

Oh, Pyramus, arise!
It's me and I have a feeling.

Dead? Quite dumb? Nobody would believe.

A tomb. Must cover thy sweet eyes.

These yellow cowslip cheeks,
This cherry nose,

Are gone, are gone.

World... make moan!
Two Lovers... poor them...

Come, come to me,

With hands as pale as milk;
Lay them in gore,

Since you have shore

With shears his thread of silk... Of Youth...

Take the sword!

Come, trusty sword; Come, blade...

My breast imbrue:

And she... falls down... Thisbe is dying...

Now the midnight hour is here,
And the wolf behowls the moon;

Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fordone.

Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe

In remembrance of a shroud.
Now the wasted brands do glow.

That the graves all gaping wide,

Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide:

And we fairies, that do run
In the time of night

In the darkness like a dream
We are following the Moon

And we are prepared for... Our Dreams

So, we are following the Moon

Now are frolic: not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow'd house:

- Come on, Gentle.
- Gentle, come on.

Man, come!

If we shadows have offended,

Think but this, and all is mended.

Come on.

No. Here.

Come, pal!

And this weak and idle theme
No more yielding but a dream.

Damn it!

- This is the panel.
- What panel?

You said you knew a way.

If you slept and dreamt,
A lot happened here.

Gentles, do not reprehend
If you pardon, we will mend

No more yielding but a dream...

If we have unearned luck
As I promised

We will make amends ere long;

And better...

Damn it, what a concept.

Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo!

Pyram, bravo!

Moonlight!

Here, Grandma!

You lost weight, baby!