All language subtitles for Slings & Arrows 102

- God.
- Take a deep breath.

No, that's not Oliver Welles.

- Are you sure? - Oliver wasn't
bald. Jesus Christ, what...

My god.

I didn't know he...

He had a...

We didn't socialize.
How did he...

Die?

Okay.

The deceased was sleeping in
the northbound lane of Trafalgar Road

and was run over
by a semi-trailer

at approximately 3:24 a.m.
in the morning.

He was sleeping in the road?

Doctor said your friend
was intoxicated. Drunk.

- Well, he was celebrating.
- Ah, good.

Died with a smile on his face.

Not a bad way to go,
all things considered.

- Thanks.
- So there's some paperwork to do,

and the question of what you'd
like us to do with his body.

What?
What do you mean?

The Mortimer brothers
do wonderful work.

Yes, the Mortimer
brothers. They're great!

They did my grandmother.

She was all rotted up from the
cancer, but you'd never know.

- Fine. Mortimer brothers.
- Good choice.

There's an office down the hall
where you can do all the forms.

After you.

Fellas?

My favorite bird.

Oh, no.

Cheer up, Hamlet

Chin up, Hamlet

Buck up, you melancholy Dane

So your uncle is a cad who
murdered Dad and married Mum

That's really no excuse to be
as glum as you've become

So wise up, Hamlet
Rise up, Hamlet

Buck up and
sing the new refrain

Your incessant monologizing
fills the castle with ennui

Your antic disposition
is embarrassing to see

And by the way, you sulky
brat, the answer is To Be

You're driving
poor Ophelia insane

So shut up, you
rogue and peasant

Grow up, it's most unpleasant

Cheer up, you
melancholy Dane

Slings & Arrows
1x02 Geoffrey's Return

I had to identify the body.

I didn't recognize it at first.

His head was...bald!

Yeah. You've got to hold
it together now.

- I'm okay.
- Did he have any family?

Yeah, he had a mother. No, wait.
She died a few years ago.

Good. For you. No grieving
relatives to deal with.

Are you up to this, honey?

Yeah. It's just,
you know, so unreal.

I guess that the board
will have to meet?

No, I'll take care of the board.

No, I should, I should
call them myself.

No, you've got
enough on your plate.

I'll call the board, we'll convene
ASAP. Where are you now?

I'm at the morgue.
God, the morgue.

Don't get all weepy on me, you're
going to be no use whatsoever.

Go to the theatre, get to work.
I'll call you in an hour. Okay?

Yeah. Okay.

Smoking at the morgue.
We're asking for trouble, eh?

Kate, skipping out for an audition is
serious business. You could get fired.

I know, but it's my stupid agent!

I can't say no to him.
He just yells at me.

- What's it for?
- Corny Smacks.

I'm eating them right now.

They have eight
essential vitamins

and are a wonderfully crunchy
way to start your day.

- They have twelve
essential vitamins. - Twelve?

Shit.
Okay.

- They have twelve essential vitamins.
- Kate?

Don't get fired 'cause
of Corny Smacks, okay?

Look, I'm going to go and I'm
going to do this stupid audition,

and then I'm going to
come right back, okay?

I just need you
to cover. Please?

- Yeah, okay.
- Thank you.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Twelve essential vitamins and are
a wonderful way to start your day.

They have twelve essential vitamins and
are a wonderful way to start your day.

- They have twelve...
- A wonderfully crunchy way.

Right.
Thank you.

Coat.

No, I have to
cancel. No, I can't.

Because there's been a death.

Look, bleaching my teeth

is not a priority for me
right now, thank you.

Ellen's on line two.

Ellen. Right.

Ellen.

- Get out!
- What?

Sorry. Sweetie, you
should go now. Sweetie.

We'll need to write up a memo,

to tell the staff and the
actors what's going on.

What is going on?

Well, you know,
that Oliver's dead

and that we're going
to reschedule rehearsals.

Hi, yeah, I'm holding
for the Minister.

You want me to write
that Oliver's dead

- and we're rescheduling
rehearsals? - Not those words.

Ease into it!

Listen, we're going to
need a press release, too.

No, wait.

We should have
a press conference.

Here, at the theatre.
We'll need sandwiches.

Do I say that there was an accident?
Do I mention the pig truck?

Anna, tell them that there
was an automobile accident,

ask for everybody's patience,

and and let them know
about the schedule changes.

You know, Anna, just let people know
what's going on, for Christ's sake!

Anna, I can't comfort you.
I'm on hold.

You need to be thinking
about details right now.

People need reassurance! They need
to know that someone's in control.

- Thanks.
- Where are you now?

- I'm in my office.
- Okay.

As soon as you hang up the phone,
go into Oliver's office and find his agenda.

You need to know where the ship is
heading 'cause you're the captain now.

This is a great opportunity
for you, Richard.

People are wounded,
they're confused.

You need to be strong,
and they will follow you.

- Make your mark, okay?
- I will.

- Okay. Kiss kiss.
- Kiss kiss.

Hi. I'm Kate McNab, eleven
o'clock. I'm really sorry...

We're running behind.
Sign in and have a seat.

Okay.

Hi.

- Anna.
- What?

- Could you unlock it? Please?
- Why?

- Because I need to get inside.
- Why?

Because I need to go
through his agenda. Please.

It's on the tray.

Christ.
Here we are.

You see? Jack Crew is
arriving today at 11:30.

Listen, we're going to have
to book him a limousine. Wait.

Should I pick
him up myself?

No wait, I can't, I've got the
press conference at one o'clock.

- Did you call Geoffrey?
- Who?

Geoffrey Tennant? He shouldn't
hear about it on the news.

Anna, listen. Could
you please call him?

I mean, you know, I've got the press
thing. Look, I don't know the man!

- All right.
- Thanks.

Anna?

Could you excuse me?
I've got work to do.

He was in the theatre, you know.

- All the world's a stage, Sal.
- Is it?

And we all play
our parts, don't we?

I'll remember that, Reg.
You do have a way with words.

Come on. We've got that
priest to do before lunch.

Is this tie appropriate?

Well, it's a bit bright, but I don't think
Oliver would want everyone in black.

- No, no, I mean for the cameras.
- I thought you meant...

No, it's, it's good.

- How are you holding up?
- You know, it's surreal.

I mean, I can't...
Yesterday...

Did you send a car for Jack Crew?

No, I thought you were
going to meet him.

No, I said I should
meet him. Damn it!

- Sorry, I misunderstood.
- He's been waiting for an hour.

All right, send someone for now. Call
his agent and see if he's called in, okay?

Damn it, I don't have
time to deal with this.

Sorry.

Anna? Anna?
It's okay.

It's okay. Everything's fine.

Just, just find him.
Please? All right.

I'll try.

Anna? I'm here for you.
I'm here for everyone.

Okay.

You can tell people that.

Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

I regret to announce
that Oliver Welles,

the artistic director of
the New Burbage Festival,

was killed last night in
an automobile accident.

Everyone here at the festival

is deeply, deeply saddened
and shocked by this tragic loss.

All scheduled
performances for tonight

are cancelled in tribute
to our late Oliver.

A funeral will be held on the main
stage of the festival theatre

on Monday at 8 p.m.
The public is invited.

We ask for your patience
and understanding at this time.

Thank you.

Was alcohol a factor
in the accident?

The police have informed me that the
driver of the vehicle was not inebriated.

- Are you now overseeing operation
of the festival? - Yes, yes I am.

- And how do you spell your
last name? - Smith-Jones.

Just the way it sounds,
with a hyphen.

I know some of you gentlemen
and ladies are on deadline,

but if you'd like,
there are sandwiches.

You wouldn't believe the phone
calls we've had this morning.

Pen Gas wants to offer us the downstairs
at the factory theatre for the show.

I've had calls from York University and
McMaster offering us lights and equipment,

and I had a phone call from that
guy that collects pornographic art.

He says he'd like to
sponsor the production.

- What are you doing?
- Where are your car keys?

In the little pocket thing.
Where are you going?

I need to return a book.

You're an active young woman

who loves Corny Smacks
almost as much you love soccer.

State your name,
read your lines.

Kate McNab, Stellar
Artists, Jeff Thurber.

Any time.

They have twelve
essential vitamins

and are a wonderfully
crunchy way to start your day.

Jesus Christ!

- I'm sorry! - Did I say kick
the ball at the camera?

I am so sorry! Do you
want me to do it again?

No.

Not again.

I don't want any more.
I don't...

God.

Sorry, just put them over there,
or anywhere. Find a space.

- It's a lot of flowers.
- Yes.

I suppose you want a tip.

- My condolences.
- What?

The flowers aren't really for me.

What?

A friend died, and he
didn't have any family,

so they're
sending flowers to me

under the mistaken impression
that we were close,

which we haven't
been for ages.

It's all very
embarrassing and irritating.

Basil!
You should know better.

- A chameleon!
- Yeah.

Her name is Cybil, she's very
cute. Are we done here?

- You mean his name is Cybil.
- What?

- How long have you had him?
- About a year.

How do you know it's a man?
A him, male.

It's a panther.

See, the stripes are
brighter on the male,

and the body's thicker
at the base. See?

It seems so obvious
when you point it out.

You've had him for a year and you
don't even know what sex he is?

It was a present from a friend.
A kind of a joke.

He was trying to
teach me responsibility.

Well, they are a lot
of responsibility.

That's some joke your friend played,
giving you an exotic animal for a pet.

Sounds like a jerk.

Well, he's dead now, so.

- Cybil's dehydrated.
- What?

- Where's your bathroom?
- Upstairs.

Excuse me, is this
going to take long?

Excuse me.

How long before this clears up?

What am I, Kreskin?

Running late?

Yes, I'm supposed to
be in a play tonight.

You're an actress.

Well, just an apprentice.
It's my first year.

I've just played
maids and fairies.

- Do you like it?
- Yeah, it's fantastic.

I mean, it's the theatre.
What do you do?

I'm a movie star.

Aren't we all?

I always thought he'd grow old and die in
the arms of some Jamaican cabana boy.

But no, he got run
over by a pig truck.

Oh, God.

And I'm alone, just me and
my dehydrated chameleon.

He's coming around.
See?

I had a panther for years, but
I don't have the room anymore.

They need a lot of attention.
They pay you back.

- How exactly? - By changing
colors, right? It's so cool!

What's your name, young man?

- Young, young man.
- Sloan.

Sloan.

You're so nice.

Would you like a Cherry Coke?

Or maybe a glass of wine?

Excuse me, but
where is everybody?

No show tonight.
Cancelled.

But I'm only half an hour
late and I'm just third fairy!

- You haven't heard?
- Heard what?

Oh, my dear.

Oliver Welles.
He died last night.

What?
So I'm not fired?

Did you hear what
I told you about Oliver?

Yes!
Oh, that's, that's terrible.

I'm so sorry.
How?

He was hit by a truck.
A pig truck, apparently.

Oh, my...

No, no! We were
just talking last night.

So were we.

So what's going to
happen to Hamlet?

Hamlet will be Hamlet:

An ineffable tragedy of the human
spirit that still resonates, even today.

In the event of my untimely death

Oh, God.

Oh, God!

Now, just to allay any fears,

Richard Smith-Jones is handling all of
the day-to-day affairs of the festival,

and I must add that he's doing
an absolutely wonderful job.

We'd be in a pretty
sorry state without him, so...

Well, on behalf of the board,

I'd like to thank you for all
you've done already, Ms. Day.

Well now, I'm sure some of
you have missed your supper,

so I've arranged for a little
Texas-style buffet in the VIP lounge.

So please, go and help
yourselves, y'all. Enjoy.

You know, I don't envy your job
over the next few weeks.

In what sense, dear?

You know, there's bound to be trouble
about who's going to take over the festival.

You know, I was on the board of
the Carnegie museum in Pittsburgh

and we lost one of our
directors. It wasn't pretty.

Well, in this country,

picking the artistic director
is always a bloodbath.

You know what?
My advice: Get it over with quick.

Don't give the board any
time to think. Just be decisive.

- The Plain at Auvers.
- I'm sorry?

That haunting Van
Gogh at the Carnegie.

- Yeah, that's gorgeous.
- You think so?

I've always found
it quite disturbing.

He painted it four days
before he shot himself.

You know, I was there for such
a short time, so I don't remember.

Listen, I am just going to
go check out the buffet,

and see if there are any ribs left.
Can I rustle you up something?

No, thank you.

This is it, Sal.

He looks more
alive than you or I.

Who'll do us when
we're gone, Sal?

Who'll do us
when we're gone?

Everything ready here?

Yes, it is, Miss Conroy.

Tomorrow, after the funeral,
what will you do with Oliver's body?

I mean, will you
cremate it right away, or...

He's scheduled
for Tuesday afternoon.

Would you...

Would it be possible to...
I mean, legally, it's...

Never mind, never mind.

I'm sorry, I'm just a little
bit lost right now, so...

We understand.

I'm going to be sick.

I'm so ashamed.
I feel like I let Oliver down.

That's because the theatre is family,
and you feel like you betrayed him,

but really it's not the end of the
world. You didn't get caught.

I hate my agent.

I don't wanna do
commercial auditions anymore.

No more Corny Smacks!

I stopped doing commercial
auditions when I was hired here.

- I felt I was beyond them.
- The dialogue. It was so stupid, too.

Message.

I'm going to read a sonnet
at the funeral tomorrow.

- Really? Did they ask you?
- No.

But I think Oliver
would have wanted me to.

And it's great exposure.

Fuck.

I got the commercial.
Oh, fuck off!

What am I gonna do?

Are you kidding me? You're
gonna do the commercial!

But it shoots tomorrow!
I'm gonna miss the funeral!

It's a national,
think about the money!

And the exposure you
get there far outweighs

the exposure you're going to get
sitting in the audience of a funeral.

No, no.
It's not that! It's...

What, it's what, loyalty?

Kate, no offense,
but you're an apprentice.

It's not like you and
Oliver were best buddies.

Fuck.

I wanted to be there.

Excuse me.
Am I too late?

No.
Take your time.

So this is what it takes for
you to drop by and say hello?

And what have we here?

That would be the
proverbial hatchet, I assume.

Keep it, I've read it
a thousand times.

Geoffrey, I didn't
waste my life, did I?

Maybe the last few years
I did, and university.

That was a waste.

Criminology, what
was I thinking?

But there was a while there,
I did something worthwhile.

I think I moved
people, touched them.

I think we did, together.

That wasn't a waste, was it?
Tell me it wasn't.

- Shut up.
- Make an effort, would you?

I'm talking to you from the
other side, for God's sake.

That must mean we have
some kind of a connection.

Or do you hear
voices all the time?

Is this a crazy thing?

- Or do we have a connection?
- Shut up!

Jesus!

I'm sorry!

- Hello, Geoffrey.
- Hello, May.

- I'm so glad you came.
- I really don't know why I did.

Because he was your friend.

Was my friend.

Geoffrey, I want you to
come to the funeral.

Would you?
I want you to speak.

Oh, May. What
could I possibly say?

The truth.
It might be refreshing.

Please, Geoffrey.
For me.

- Don't forget your book.
- Just a...

Check, check, check.

One to be or not to be,
that is the question.

Get off the stage.

What do you mean,
he won't do it?

He says he's a...

Can we get more
color on the coffin?

Bring 35 through 65 up ten.

He says he's an Anglican.

He's not allowed to perform the
funeral services anywhere but in a church.

Jesus Christ! They do
burials at seas, don't they?

Where are the masks I asked for?

- Trevor said they were cut.
- Trevor?

He said they were tacky.

I like them.

They are not cut.

You get me those Greek
tragedy-comedy masks

because they match
the Greek columns.

And you tell Trevor that if he
wants to diddle with the design,

he's got to go through
me first, all right?

Anna, can't you just
handle the minister thing?

Do we even need one?
Oliver didn't believe in God.

I don't care what
Oliver believed!

Look, we need
religious content tonight.

Somebody tonight
has got to mention God.

So I want you to go,
and find me a preacher,

and bring him back
here by 7:30, okay?

- Do you understand?
- Yes, I understand.

Did you find Jack Crew?

- What?
- Oh, God.

Anna!

What kind of gel are you using?
Looks like a Halloween patch.

Jesus. Anna. Anna.

Richard. This is going
to be a difficult evening.

No. Not if everyone keeps
under five minutes, it'll be fine.

- I meant emotionally difficult.
- Oh, God, May, I'm sorry.

- I'm so caught up with the details!
- That's all right.

- We all handle grief
in our own ways. - Yes.

Who's that?

Geoffrey!

- You came.
- Yeah. For you.

Nahum.

There's a chameleon
in the green room.

I'm so sorry!
I will get it right away.

- No, no, he's mine.
- His name is Cybil.

Oliver gave him
to me ages ago.

I put him in the green room because he
spends so much time alone in my home,

and I heard that chameleons
really crave attention. Is that true?

I wouldn't know.

Oh, no, no! Of course you wouldn't.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean...

Anyway. I wanted to tell you
that he's in the green room,

so you wouldn't scream
when you saw him. Many have.

Thank you.
I appreciate the heads-up.

Okay, everyone, may I
have your attention, please?

The time limit for the
speeches is five minutes.

If you go over,
I will flash the lights.

We have a lot of people speaking,

and if we want to bring the
show in under two hours,

we're going to have to keep
up the pace. Thank you.

Thanks, Maria.

Richard, my sonnet times
out to three minutes.

Do you think I could
possibly do two?

No, Claire, absolutely not.
One sonnet only.

Anna! Finally.

Father, thank you so very much for
coming, and at such short notice.

I don't know if Anna
mentioned to you,

but we thought
you'd like to make,

you know, a very little reference
to God in the service.

Not very much, five minutes.
Would that be all right?

Yes, fine. I think I can come up with
something appropriate for this crowd.

Great!

Let's get this show on the road.

Crikey.

I'm glad he's dead. It would
have killed him to see this.

On behalf of Oliver Welles, I would
like to thank you all for coming.

He certainly would have
appreciated the full house.

Oliver was more than a friend,
he was a colleague.

For the last eight years
I have been general manager,

and because of Oliver's commitment
to making the festival more accessible,

and because of his willingness to forge
stronger ties with the business community,

we've been able to raise attendance
at the festival by twenty-three percent.

I make this promise:
I will continue.

Ellen!

- Geoffrey.
- Anna.

Okay, what do you
know about the thing?

- What thing? - It's so disgusting
I can't even say the words.

- The skull th...
- The skull thing, yes.

I didn't think he was serious.

I made some calls.
People hung up on me.

They said I was sick. Somebody
threatened to call the police.

I can't handle this, Geoffrey!

I'll take care of it.

God, thank you!

Wait, you're not thinking of
doing this yourself, are you?

No. Although I can't deny the thought
hadn't occurred to me once or twice.

- It's good to have you back.
- Thanks.

But I'm not, I'm not back.
I'm just... I'm visiting.

Looks a bit like act one of
Boys from Syracuse up here.

I met Oliver at the Manitoba
Theatre Centre in 1978,

and I was intoxicated.

The intellect,
sensitivity,

and that ability he had

to drink two bottles
of beer at the same time,

without spilling.

So he looked right at the
woman with the flowery hat

and, without missing a beat, he said,

"Well, if it's not my car,

I'm certainly not going
to clean the upholstery."

No longer mourn for me
when I am dead

Then you shall hear
the surly, sullen bell

Give warning to the
world that I am fled

From this word with
vilest words to dwell

- She's a climber, that one.
- Terrible actress.

She sets my teeth on edge.

Geoffrey Tennant?

Richard Smith-Jones,
I'm the general manager. Hi.

Nice to meet you.

Oh, what a sad day.
Sad, sad day.

May tells me you're
going to speak.

Consensus is four to
six minutes. Sad day.

You're on after second
sonnet. Damn her.

Praising thy worth,
despite his cruel hand

Good. Good.
Okay. Yeah.

Hi. My name is
Geoffrey Tennant,

and I've been asked to come
and help celebrate the life

celebrate the life and mourn
the death of Oliver Welles.

I've dug out a copy of a play Oliver
had directed me in at one time,

and I realized I had written
a bunch of notes from rehearsal,

and I thought I'd maybe
share some of them with you.

Here's one.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

The scene will be fine
as soon as we can all

get the knitting needles
out of our pubic hair.

Here's another one.

The theatre is an empty box,

and it is our task to
fill it with fury and ecstasy.

With revolution.

You know, for a time,
for a time,

there was a kind of
electricity in this place

I've not experienced
anywhere else.

Because Oliver made us believe
that what we did had meaning.

He made us believe that
love could be rekindled,

that regimes could be toppled

by the simple act of
telling a story truthfully.

Ridiculous ambition, really.

But it was a beautiful idea.

Well, that's all
gone to shit now.

I mean, we all know
what really matters

is that the cash
registers keep ringing

and the tourists keep streaming
through the gift shop,

and when I look around at the wreck that
this theatre has become under Oliver's reign,

I'm reminded of those
words from MacBeth.

If thou couldst, doctor,
cast the water of my land,

find her disease and purge it
to a sound and pristine health,

I would applaud thee
to the very echo!

I've been asked to say a few
comforting words today about God.

Well, comfort is something

that God reserves for those
who are obedient to His will.

A great
preacher once said,

"Satan hath not a more speedy
way, nor a fitter school,

to bring men and
women into the snare

of concupiscence and filthy
lust of wicked whoredom,

than those places
of plays and theatre."

Anna, who is this man?

An ordained minister.
He was the only one available.

Men seek pleasure in
the company of other men

and women in the
company of other women.

They come together
in their shame

- to practice unnatural
- Get him off. Flash the lights.

and unwholesome
acts of depravity.

Get him off.
Flash the lights.

Flash the lights!

I don't hate homosexuals,

but I do hate
what they do.

Why?
Because the Bible says

if a man lie also with mankind
as he lieth with a woman,

they shall surely
be put to death.

Their blood shall
be upon them!

Homosexuality is
disobedient to God's will

because it runs counter to the
divine command to procreate!

And God blessed
Noah and his sons...

Ladies and gentlemen, there appears
to be a small fire in the building.

Please exit in an orderly manner.
Thank you for your cooperation.

Good morning, everyone.

I am keenly aware of the interest
that all members of this board have

in the question of selecting
a new artistic director.

So today, I will need
someone to move

that we appoint an interim
artistic director immediately.

I move the motion.

Thank you, Holly,
but not yet.

Yesterday, I was
prepared to suggest

that there was only one
person who could fill this role.

Our general manager,
Richard Smith-Jones.

However, after the
extraordinary events of last night,

I have to say I've come
to a different conclusion.

Who the hell is
Geoffrey Tennant?

Of course we know
you, Mr. Tennant.

- We saw your Marc Anthony.
- And your Prince Hal.

Well, that was a long time ago.

- We missed your Hamlet.
- Now that was very short.

How can we help you?

Well, I wonder if you
could do me the favor

of removing Oliver's
head from his body

and setting the head
aside, prior to cremation.

Saving the head.

Okay, let me explain
that I'm not crazy.

With all due respect,
we have heard otherwise.

That was a temporary condition,

and I assure you, I don't want to
do anything weird with the head.

As a matter of fact,
it was Oliver himself

who requested that
his flesh be removed,

and that his skull be used in
all future productions of Hamlet.

So, you see,
it's not weird,

and in fact it is notarized.

We've never removed
a head before.

We've sewn them back on.

Well, I imagine it's the
same thing, but in reverse.

And there are legal implications.

You see, I would have thought
that the ethical implications

of not respecting a man's last wish
would outweigh the legal implications.

Furthermore, I believe that the state
has no place in the nation's bedrooms

and, by extension, their graves.

We can remove the head,
but we can't do the rendering.

- We're not equipped.
- I see.

And where do you suppose a fellow
would go for such a service?

A taxidermist?

I would begin with
the less reputable firms.

Thank you.
Let's do this thing.

What was it that minister
called the theatre?

The snare of concupiscence

and the filthy lust
of wicked whoredom.

Silly bugger.

Really?

Yeah, we spent the entire day on the
soccer field, choking down Corny Smacks.

It was cold, and we just kept
doing it over and over and over.

It was awful!

Well, the funeral was great.
You should have been there.

- Really?
- Yeah.

My sonnets rocked.

Look who just walked in.
This should be good.

So the Playstation II
has more titles, right?

So do I go for better
graphics, or more games?

That's my problem.

Can you go get me some
cigarettes, Sloan, darling?

- Sure. Menthol, right?
- That's right, darling.

You have a son.
Not mine, I hope.

Fuck off.

I was planning on doing just that,

but it would seem
that fate has intervened.

I have been offered a job.

Let me guess, someone's
hired you to slag at the dead.

- You're very good at that.
- No.

They've asked me to
be artistic director.

What?

Well, interim artistic director
while they search for a real one,

but you know how long
that process could take,

you know, weeks,
months, years?

You can't come back.
You're insane.

Apparently, that doesn't
matter in the theatre.

Geoffrey, this is my home.
I don't want you in my home.

Frankly, Ellen, your home
could use a little cleaning.

And anyway, don't you think this is
what Oliver would have wanted?

You and I, thrust together
by his tragic death?

Or maybe you don't agree.
Why don't we ask him?

Is this what you wanted,
you sly old devil?

That's right, Geoffrey!

You didn't...

I promised him that I
would look after his head,

and unlike some people,
I keep my word.

Oh, my God!

- Oh, my God, it's Jack.
- Oh, my God!

Hey, Jack!

- You know him?
- Yeah.

Yeah, he was, he was
on the bus with me.

Kate, that's Jack Crew.

That's Jack Crew?

I'm sure you find this whole
situation very amusing,

but let me tell you
something, Geoffrey.

We start rehearsals
for Hamlet in six days.

Yes.
That's your Hamlet now,

and there's your
star, right there.

I hear he's very good
with the martial arts,

but a little shaky
on the acting.

Fate is a funny thing, isn't it?

And thus the whirligig of time
brings in his revenges.

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