(SCHOOL BELL RINGING) Uh! Hi. NARRATOR: Linda Sinclair
had reached her 45th year, an unwed high school
English teacher, with no prospect of marriage. (BEEPS) Hers appeared to be
a rather ordinary life,
(MAN SPEAKING OVER PA) one of discipline… I have these. Frugality… Small indignities… (CAR HORN HONKS)
Whoa! Whoa! Oh. Modest hopes… Oh, I'm all right. Daddy! Over here! And disappointments.
Oh, dear. She lived alone
in Kingston, Pennsylvania, not far from
where she was born. She enjoyed no great luxuries. Preferring instead
the simple pleasures. And though her life
may sound cold and dull, let me assure you
that Ms. Linda Sinclair
was neither. She was a passionate woman. A romantic. That was why she was alone, for she had always been alone. As a sensitive child, Linda found her sanctuary
in literature. The great works stirred
in her an excitement, an irrepressible thrill that made the mundane world
seem all the more bleak. COACH: All right, come on.
(WHISTLE BLOWS) She saw no reason
to take part in
childish pursuits. (COACH SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(WHISTLE BLOWS) And her little interest in
the banal activities of youth, her high-minded sensibility guided Linda
to her life's purpose. MAN: (WHISPERS)
I thought you said she was
going to the library. WOMAN: (WHISPERING)
No. No, she sucks… She would devote herself
to igniting the flames… Hi, Joanna. …of literary passion
in young minds. She nurtured their ideals… How do communities
approach change when promoted
by the individual? …valued their opinions. Melissa.
(MELISSA SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) They adored her. But her uncompromising spirit, so beloved in the classroom doomed her
to a spinster's life. Linda? I'm Don.
It's so nice to meet you.
(CLATTERING) You too.
Sorry. Oh, it's okay. Oh, I…
Well, you ordered
without me… Oh, I'm…
I'm sorry. No, lwasn't really offended.
l was just making a joke. NARRATOR: For how could she
be a model to her students, if she settled
forjust any man? …now I'm unemployed. And that's actually…
It's kinda great. l have a lot of time,
I stopped drinking ice. I grew a mustache.
And, uh… When I was divorced
this whole patch just
fell right into place. And | feel like I'm me now. And, uh… I might
have some ice, actually.
Could I… NARRATOR: She longed for
a sensitive, thoughtful man. Do you really
need to make
35-40,000 dollars a year with no chance
of being fired, just to teach some kids
how to clap their hands
and run around in a circle? I mean, physical education,
that ought to be up
to the parents, right? So what do you
teach again? French? NARRATOR:
and soft-spoken. Your system
doesn't work, Linda. It's gasping for air.
(MOCK GASPS) And you know what…
(BLOWS RASPBERRY) Let it die.
This is common sense…
Hi. Thanks. Do you mind
getting this one? 'Cause I'm a little
short on cash. Thank you, Linda.
I mean… NARRATOR: In the end,
Linda gave up on men
altogether. Why can't we get back
to, like, the Indian days… You know, "You give me
a piece of corn…" "All right,
I'll help you…" She loved her work,
she earned her keep. (GIBBERISH)
Debate! Debate! Debate! That was enough. MAN: What a country… And if there was a tragic air about our stoic Ms. Sinclair, so be it. (BEEPING) If literature had
taught her anything, it was that
the true romantic
is always alone. And must ever be on guard against a dangerous world. Hey. Ow! Fuck! Ow! Oh! Fuck! It's me! Jason Sherwood!
l was in your class in 2006… Ahl
Jason Sherwood? Yeah.
What are you doing here? I thought you lived
in New York. No, I don't anymore…
(GROANS) Oh. Oh, my gosh…
lam so sorry. Oh… Let me take
you to the hospital. No. I'm fine…
Jason, I insist. We have to take you
to the emergency room… No, no, no…
no,no,no.no. It's fine. I'm fine.
I'm sorry… Ah! My dad,
he works at the hospital and I'd really
rather not see him.
Okay, okay. Then let's get
you home, all right. God, that burns
like a fuck! It burned my face!
I know. I'm so sorry… I'm so sorry…
my car is right over here. Oh, Jesus…
Who uses pepper spray
in Kingston? You know,
I have a clean towel
in the trunk, I could get
that for you.
No that's okay. This is working fine. I am so, so sorry. Oh, don't be sorry. It's my fault,
startled you like that. No, no, you were
just being friendly, I should have
recognized you right away. Jason Sherwood.
What are you doing back here
in Kingston, Pennsylvania? I thought you'd be
tearing up Broadway
by now! Yeah. Not quite. Well, you know,
it's only a matter of time. You were one
of the best writers
I've ever had in my class. Aw, that's nice. The last I heard you were
in the playwriting program
in NYU. Is that right? Dramatic Writing. Yeah, I got my degree
a couple of years ago. And?
Don't keep me in suspense. And nothing. That's it.
I'm done with writing. What?
What do you mean? I mean, I'm finished. I wrote my thesis play.
But that took me forever… But I don't know,
I really believed in it. Well, of course you did.
What happened? I tried to get it produced. And used every resource
I had just to get it read. Right. Here, you can just
keep going straight.
I'm staying with my dad. For now.
Well, what does
he think of all of this? Uh, well. You don't
really know my dad… Oh, I do, a little.
He goes to my gym. Oh, that's funny.
Um… Well, he said I should
go to law school. Oh, no…
Yeah. So I'm probably
gonna do that. Oh, Jason… I can't write. Honestly, it makes me
physically ill. And besides,
I have to do something,
and law school's something. You can make a left
at the next block. JASON: Right here. Home sweet home.
Mmm-hmm. I am so sorry. Oh, it's fine.
Don't worry about it. Jason, if I can do
anything to help,
you know… I'd love to read
your play at least. Yeah, sure. Uh, I could
drop it by school. All right.
Yeah? Okay. Bye, Ms. Sinclair.
Thank you. Bye. (GIGGLES)
It was the best of times.
It was the worst of times. It was time
to hand in your quizzes. (ALL GROANING) So now that I know
that you've all finished
A Tale of Two Cities, let's talk about
Sydney Carton's death. Now why would
he switch places with a man condemned
to the guillotine? Why does he
sacrifice himself? Fallon. I think
it's really cool,
you know. 'Cause he does it
for Lucie. Even though
she married another guy,
he still loves her so much that he'll die
to save her husband. It's…
It's totally unselfish. Very nice. Yes? Ms. Sinclair?
Have you ever
written anything? Like a novel
or a play
or something? No. No, I'm not a writer. I'm a reader.
And we need plenty of those. I think it is
only a true artist who can give voice
to the human experience. Yes, Will. I'm sorry,
but if Dickens
was such an artist, couldn't he come up
with an ending where this guy doesn't
have to kill himself? I think you're
missing the point. Sydney Carton's death is,
as Fallon said,
a selfless act. The only satisfaction
he receives is knowing that he dies
for a noble cause. Now this is something
that people understood
in Dickens' time. Today we've lost touch
with classical virtues, like honor,
selfless action, the purity of a love
that asks for no reward… Oh! Hi! Oh, my goodness.
Sorry to interrupt. No, no, no.
Come on in.
JASON: No, no, no… Everyone's gonna be
so excited to meet you. No, no, no.
Please, please. No. Class, I have
a surprise for you. This is Jason Sherwood.
He's a former student, and a graduate
of the Dramatic Writing
Program at NYU. And I'm sure many
of you remember reading
his wonderful story, The Hidden Court. ALL: Oh.
(INDISTINCT TALKING) Sorry about that.
(CHUCKLES) Um, ljust came
to drop this off… Oh, that's terrific.
Thank you so much. You're welcome
to join us.
Oh, no, I'm okay. I'm just gonna go. You guys should feel
very lucky to have
Ms. Sinclair as a teacher. I had many genius
writing teachers at NYU, and she's up there
with the best. Thank you.
(ALL LAUGH) Bye.
Goodbye. Okay, I admit it.
I bribed him to say that. (ALL LAUGH) All right, Noble Sacrifice. (PANTING) Dr. Sherwood!
Yeah. I saw your son today. Uh, l'm Linda Sinclair. I was Jason's
Yeah, I know who you are. Yeah, Jason's back home. He told me all
about New York.
It's very sad. Well… You know, I think he just
reached a point where
he felt like he had to stop and take stock of things.
It's very normal. But it would be
such a shame for him
to give up his writing. Because he's
so very talented. Yeah. But that's a very,
very tough racket, you know. Not everyone's
cut out for it. I'm excited
to read his play. He showed
you his play?
Yes. I'm very excited
to read it. I hope you like it.
Well, I'm sure I will. Did you like it? I can't exactly say
it was my thing. Nice to see you,
Miss. Miss Sinclair. Ms. Sinclair. Right. (PHONE RINGING) Hello?
MAN: I'm calling
from the… No, thank you.
And please take
me off your list. This will only
take a second.
Thank you very much. Ma'am? Ma'am? (JASON READING) (SOBS) (SNIFFLES) (LINE RINGING) JASON: Yo? Jason?
It's Linda Sinclair.
Did I wake you? What? No.
No, no, no, no. Hi. How are you?
What's up? Well, I read the play. You did? And it's fantastic! (STUTTERS) You like it? llovediﬂ It's remarkable! I've been crying
for the last half hour. You have?
(CHUCKLES) Are you kidding?
With that ending? I mean how can you
even think about law school,
you belong in New York. That's so nice
of you to say. No, no. I'm not being nice.
I'm being honest. And I can't bear
the thought that no one's
gonna get to see this. (SIGHS) Yeah, me too.
I mean, that's just
the way it is though. You know, uh,
it's fine, you know… I'll be a lawyer.
(CHUCKLES) | just…
I have to let it go. But what if there were
a way to get it produced. Right now. Would you be
interested in that? I mean, honestly,
there isn't… Because…
Do you remember
Carl Kapinas? Mr. Ka-penis,
the drama teacher? Jason, please,
he's a friend. Sorry. Kapinas. Well, he's always
complaining about having to direct
the same show
year after year and I wanna give him
The Chrysalis. JASON:
Yeah, well, I'm… I'm not sure
really how I feel
about that exactly. LINDA:
Because if he flips for it,
like I know he will… There's a very real chance
that he could mount
a production of it. JASON: You mean
at the high school?
LINDA: Mmm-hmm. (SIGHS)
God damn it. JASON:
With him directing? LINDA:
That's right. Okay, I know that,
Carl's a character. He can come on
a little strong, you know…
But say what you will, the man understands drama. Linda,
are you in there? Lin… Sorry. Linda?
LINDA: Carl. Can you wait a minute? I can't wait.
I've just had the most
transcendent experience! Did you hear me?
Yeah, I heard you.
I heard you. 5:531:5er
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. .1, . Eggs—:8 (TOILET FLUSHES) Oh, Linda… Linda… Oh, you liked it?
Liked it? It's my story. The boy wrote it for me. I know! I felt
exactly the same way! Naturally.
The tale is archetypal, and thus universal
in its appeal.
Mmm-hmm. Of course.
Oh, but it's
so extraordinary. I feel I've been
transformed… Wait… We should use
that for the posters. "The Chrysalis
will transform you."
Period. "Forever." Exclamation point. Linda, I'll do such
fantastic things with it. I see it all
so clearly up here. Ah, for the design,
I'm picturing a sort of Neo-Edwardian-German-
Expressionist gestalt. And I've already cast it. Halle Anderson would
make an ideal lead.
Oh, yes. And Sheila Nussbaum
as the Irish stepmother. Oh! She excels at dialect. The timing
couldn't be better. I've harvested
a bountiful and talented
crop of actors this year! Do you really
think we can do it? Oh, we can.
And we must. Don't you see? I've become
an artistic zombie, walking lifelessly through
the same old productions year after year
after year. I'm supposed to direct
of Being Earnest this semester
for the fifth time. Try breathing life into
that antiquated sitcom. And how can I,
after reading this play? This is O'Neill
meets Spielberg and then they all
walk into a bar. It's fresh!
It's new! It's… It's not gonna
happen, people. (SIGHS)
And why is that, Phil? Because this is not
a high school play, Carl! What do you know
about what is and isn't
a high school play? I've done 38 productions. Thirty-eight
over 19 years! IbeHeve
I'm the authority here. No one is questioning
Oh, yeah. All Phil is saying…
Phil would be happy if we put on Our Town
twice a year. Sue me, I like Our Town.
I think it's wholesome.
(SQUEALS) Everybody likes it.
I… Just for me… I thought, "Oh…" I thought we were doing
The Importance of Being
Earnest as the play. Trudie,
if I have to spend
another two months making trays
of cucumber sandwiches, I will curl into
a fetal position
and die. Yeah, this is gonna
be another one
of your debacles, like that time
you did Oklahoma with
those idiotic masks. It was in the traditional
Japanese Noh style, for your information.
Oh. And Lydia Plotke
at the Times Leader called
it "profoundly imaginative." Yeah, well, I thought
it profoundly stank. (SCOFFS) This from
a man who thinks
American Buffalo is about
an American buffalo. That's what it's called! Well, in the words
of David Mamet,
"Fuck you!" Hey, ya, pal!
(SCREAMS) Now time out! Now just dial it down
a notch. I'm sorry. Accepted. Now as for this play,
The Chrysalis. You know,
I am impressed by what
this alumnus has written, but I have to wonder… You know, (CLEARS THROAT)
is it appropriate for
a high school audience? 272:3: 'T—x” =2
géféiiSlz/LEL; What will
the parents think?
PHIL: Exactly. Can we clear it
before the Board? I'm sorry,
what's the actual
issue here? (STAMMERS) Hello?
Have you read
the thing? It's got language,
it's got violence… Obviously we'd tone
all of that down. That goes without saying. No, no…
We can talk about it… Not to mention the cost,
with all these crazy
special effects, and, you know,
costumes. Plus that girl
who turns herself
into a bug-monster… What is that?
This is not Broadway. I'm painfully
aware of that. We are dealing
with a limited budget. But this is about
more than money. This is about the kids. Think about of how
thrilled they'll be to perform the work
of a playwright who
used to be one of them. You want to sell the Board?
You want to sell the parents? Then sell them
on Jason Sherwood, a former Kingston
High School student
who came back to inspire
the next generation. It's a great story, and I think I know
a little something
about great stories. We'll double
normal ticket sales. You'll see the people
of Kingston are hungry
for something new. LINDA: And if it does
come down to money,
I'll tell you this. If we go one penny
I'll pay for it myself. Out of my own pocket. That's how much
I believe in this play. Phil,
what do you think? All right. Okay.
Hold on now. We haven't talked
about the ending. What about the ending? (SQUEALS)
Oh, it's dark. "Dark"? Trudie,
it's a teenage girl who hangs herself
and then her dad blows
his freakin' brains out! You can't do that
on a high school stage! But everything
hinges on the ending! It's poetry.
lfslbsen! It's a lawsuit
waiting to happen! The ending would
have to change.
(SCOFFS) All right. We'll cut the ending.
We'll cut it. Leave it ambiguous. Yes. Yes, it could
heighten the mystery. Leave it open
to interpretation. I like it. Would Jason
agree to that? I'm sure
as we all do, that one must be
flexible in the name
of Theater. I want it in writing. Oh! God, I'll have to start
the auditions by Friday,
assemble my crew… Carl. Carl!
So much to do,
so little time. But when
the inspiration is there,
it hardly seems like work. Carl! We can't
cut the ending,
we just can't. It's gonna ruin
the play, it'll kill it! (SHUSHES) Relax.
No! I won't relax. I mean…
How am I supposed to
explain this to Jason? Very simply.
Dont Because we're not
going to cut it.
We're not? No, ljust said that
to get the go-ahead from
der Fuhrer and his wife. That's how it works
in show business. Itdoes?
Keep it moving
at all costs. Believe me,
when the entire audience
is bawling on opening night, even that sub-cretin Phil
will give it his blessing. Really?
Really. I give you my word. It's a game, Linda. And I know
how to play it. (CAR ENGINE STARTS) Hi. Sorry, I'm late. Oh, my goodness.
You must be freezing!
Oh, I'm fine. Let's get you
some coffee to warm up.
Okay? Oh, no.
I don't want coffee.
I have an ulcer. Oh, some
herbal tea, then.
No, no, no. That's fine. I don't…
I don't really
want anything. How long have
you had an ulcer? Um, since, uh…
Since New York,
actually. Since this play. Um, speaking
of which… Ah, yes! The play!
The play's the thing. Um… All right.
Here's the contract. Well, it's not really
a contract, it's more
like an informal agreement that Phil Pelaski drew up. Um… All it says
is that you grant
the high school the right to mount
of your play. I just need
your signature right here,
and then we're good to go. (CHUCKLES) (SIGHS)
Everything okay? Um… I don't want
to be difficult, um… And I know
you're only trying to help, but this is not exactly
a high school play
that I've written… Well, I understand that. And as much
as I want it produced, believe me, I do,
I would just rather it
be not made at all, than be made badly. Well, Carl and lfeel
exactly the same way. (STUTTERS)L” ljust don't
think I can do it. (EXHALES DEEPLY) Do you want
your father to win? What? I'm not stupid.
I read the play. I know where
this came from. Your father doesn't
understand you, fine. He doesn't
support you, fine… He'd say he does…
Well, financially, yes. Paying for law school.
He'll encourage you, but only if you do
what he wants you to do. Don't give in
to him, Jason!
Prove him wrong. Well, what if
he's not wrong? You know,
you've just lost
confidence, that's all. Yeah.
That can happen. That can happen
to any artist.
But if you do this… …you're gonna get it back.
I promise you. (EXHALES DEEPLY) lfeel like I'm signing
my soul away. (CHUCKLES) Ja, Herr Faust! It's all mine.
(CHUCKLES) Sheila Nussbaum
will be playing
the role of Margaret, the cruel Irish stepmother. Sheila's been working
on her Irish, haven't you,
Sheila? (IN IRISH ACCENT)
I'll meet ya at the pub
on Grafton Street, ya bloody eejit! (CARL LAUGHING) Will Traynor will play
Dr. Tim Sherman, the cold,
alcoholic father. Yo. Fallon Hughes will play
our heroine's deceased
mother, Ariadne, who haunts our tale
as the spectral Moth Queen. And last,
but certainly not least, Halle Anderson will be
Miss Jane Sherman, our sensitive,
misunderstood ingenue. And now, Mr. Sherwood,
may I say on behalf of the entire Kingston
High Theater Department it is an honor
to have you with us. And I know
we have questions,
questions, questions. So, who wants to begin? CARL: Halle. Your play really
captures what it feels
like to be a teenage girl, not knowing who you are,
and wondering if anyone
gets you. And I want to be as real
as I can in my performance, so it would really
help me to know
where Jane came from. What inspired you? You know, well… Everything I've written, everything my characters
experience, is authentic. Um… Yep! It all happened
to me in my life. It's all something
I've lived through
at some point. It's a very,
very personal story. CARL: Anyone else
Yeah. Um, on page 52, when Tim is having
that big fight with Jane? Do you really think
it's necessary for him
to hit her? I mean,
isn't the whole point
that he's too repressed to show any emotion? It just seems kind of… Kind of what? Well, I don't know. Trite.
Oh, really, Will… Is that necessary? Uh, yeah…
I'm sorry. CARL: Oh, dear lord.
GIRL: Will? Will, what is wrong
with you? What'd I do? Do you know
how lucky you are, to workshop
with the actual playwright? Jason is our honored guest. And if you can't treat him
with the respect he deserves, then maybe we can
find someone else
to star in his play. Is that what you'd like? No.
No. I didn't think so. Did you take
your Ritalin today? Forget it.
I think this was
a very big mistake. I shouldn't have even…
I'm so sorry… I am not going let some
high school smartass tell
me that my work is trite! Of course not.
You know what,
he's testing boundaries. I deal with
this stuff every day. You have to,
it's yourjob. I don't have
to be doing this!
No, you don't. You don't have
to do any of this. We so appreciate
you being here, and the kids
are so excited,
and they love your play. No, they don't.
Yes, they do.
They love it. And they'd be crushed
if you pulled out now. Not what's-his-name.
Will? What… He's intimidated by you.
Oh, come on. He's a kid! He's just an insecure kid
in Kingston, Pennsylvania. And you're
a New York playwright. Are you really going
to let him get to you? I think you're
stronger than that. And, Jason,
your work is brilliant. Thank you. I'm sorry if
I'm overreacting a little bit, I don't really know
how to react to criticism.
No, no. Do not. It's easy to
but you shouldn't be. Not with something
like that. (ALL TALKING INDISTINCTLY) We're back.
Good. Uh, let's all rejoin
the circle, shall we? I apologize
No, no, no… It's Will, right? Yeah. Look, man,
I'm sorry about
what I said. No, don't be sorry.
I am… I'm glad you brought it up. You're right.
Tim is repressed. He's spent his whole life
bottling up everything
he feels. That's why he hates
Jane so much. Because she represents
everything he isn't. She is wide open, she actually feels things,
she can't hold back. So when he hits her,
it's like all the rage he's been suppressing
over the years
finally boils over, and when it happens, if it plays
the way it should, it will not be trite. Does that answer
your question? Um… Yeah. Thanks. Yeah. Any other comments? Wonderful.
Let's move on. As many of you know,
I too was once
a budding young actor. Shocking, I know.
(STUDENTS LAUGHING) The year was 1983. l was living
in a fifth floor
walk-up on Avenue C, waiting for my big break. And then one day
l was called in
to audition for that living God
of Theater himself, Mr. Stephen Sondheim. (STUDENTS MURMURING) And though
I wasn't ultimately cast, I did receive a blessing
from the great man himself, who took me aside
and said three little words
that Changed my life. "Keep at it." Well, I did keep at it, and that's how I found
my way here, to Kingston,
and to all of you. And now,
as we embark
on that… …tough but
road ahead, I would like to honor
Mr. Sondheim with a humble
blessing of my own… And if our young
documentarian would care
to commence filming… (CARL CLEARS TH ROAT) (CAMERA BEEPS)
Okay, hit it, George. (FAST PIANO MUSIC PLAYING) J” Bit by bit,
putting it together J” Piece by piece,
the only way to make
a work of art J” Every moment
makes a contribution J” Every little detail
plays a part J” Piece by piece… J‘ (IN IRISH ACCENT)
I hate you worse
than your bleedin' da! (ALL TALKING INDISTINCTLY) (IN IRISH ACCENT)
Shut your mouth,
you stupid girl! I hate you worse
than your bleedin' da! Let me hear it
one more time. Shut your mouth,
you stupid girl! I hate you worse
than your bleedin' da! (TALKS INDISTINCTLY) All the trees. The trees I like. CARL: Watch, watch.
If a tree falls
in a hallway… (INDISTINCT) …the entire world. (ALL LAUGHING) (IN IRISH ACCENT)
Shut your mouth,
you stupid girl! I hate you worse
than your bleedin' da! Carl, could I have a word? Mmm-hmm. Um… It seems to me…
And Carl… Jason, uh,
correct me if I'm wrong that Margaret might
be a tad more menacing if she were just
a tiniest bit more subdued. Yes. Thank you. You mean like Amanda
in The Glass Menagerie? Dominating her Children,
but with a deceptive softness. The velvet glove
and the iron grip. Exactly. Hmm… Interesting. Let's try it. Sheila,
I have an idea. That's a good note. Shut your mouth,
you stupid girl. I hate you worse
than your bleedin' da! Jason! Oh, shit. I don't believe this. I need to talk
to you outside.
Let's go. Excuse me,
but you can'tjust
barge in here like this. We are rehearsing. Excuse me,
I'm gonna talk
to my son. Now! Let's go!
Uh, no. I don't think
you understand… Ms. Sinclair,
it's fine. Just go on
please. Go on without me, guys. I'll be right back. GIRL: Is he gonna be okay? CARL: Perhaps not. But all great art
comes from pain. Remember that. (INDISTINCT) …making such
a crazy scene
right now! What is going on here?
(STUTTERS) This is really none
of your business. This is my school.
And when I see someone
being manhandled, it is my business.
Now wait a second… No, no.
You wait a second! For two weeks,
your son's worked
his fingers to the bone, Challenging himself
in ways that any parent
would be proud of. And you finally show up,
and what do you do… No! You drag him
from rehearsal. You accost him! Ms. Sinclair.
With all due respect, you have no idea
what's going on here. On the contrary.
I know exactly
what's going on. What… What are
you talking about?
What is she talking about? I've dealt with men
like him before,
the alpha male. You may fool most people,
but you don't fool me. You know what,
I'm not gonna listen
to this, okay? ldon't wanna hear this.
I've got to be
at the hospital. No, you do need
to hearthis! Oh,
all right then, go. Go! But know this,
you cannot stop this play! Jason will have the life
he deserves, as an artist! Fine! Oh. Oh, Jason…
It's my ulcer. It's totally fine.
Here. All right. Okay. Let's get back inside,
all right? Let's get you inside. Oh, no.
Thank you. Come on in. I think
I have something for you. Oh, where is it,
where is it? I forgot my pills
Okay. Oh… Oh, I found it. This is still okay. Okay. (GROANS) It'll be gone
in like 10 minutes. Okay.
Here you go. Oh… (GROANS) Thank you. I'm just glad
I had that bottle. No, I mean
thank you for what
you did outside. For standing up
to him like that. Well, you know what? He's a bully, and someone needs
to tell him that
he's wrong. Yeah. Well, he's been doing
that ever since my mother… (EXHALES) (SOBBING) Jason”. I'm so sorry. I am so, so sorry. It's okay. He's an asshole. I know. I know. I know. (SNIFFLES) (SHUSHES) Mmm. Okay. I'm going to, uh,
head home now. Okay. And we'll talk
a little later.
What had she done? What had she done? Of course
these things do happen. The pages of literature
were filled with such affairs. It was only natural that
feelings would arise and… …spill over. Surely no one would
judge her for such
a minor indiscretion. (TALKING INDISTINCTLY) Linda, dear. l have a somewhat
delicate matter to discuss with you. What? What is it? Jason and I were
talking and… …we agree that
in the Moth Queen's lair, the scarlet organza
has more oomph
than the voile, but it puts us
a tiny bit over budget. I hate to ask
but you did say… How much? We shall hang
a plaque in your honor. Don't worry
about it, Carl,
it's fine. I feel like
if I had a cane,
I'd look more regal. Hey, Ms. Sinclair.
Hello, Will. Yes! Yes,
I spoke with Carl. May I have
a private word
with you? Yes. Sure. Shall we?
Please excuse us, Will. Okay. We can, uh,
talk in here.
Sure. Now, we're both adults. And while it is possible
for people of different ages to have a meaningful
I think… It is best that
what happened, uh, does not
happen again. Not that we did
No. Not at all. Because of the play…
The, um… We must be professional. The play requires
complete commitment with no distractions
and no complications. Absolutely. 100%. And as a playwright,
you need to keep
a Clear head from now on in. Right.
Because the play's
the thing. Yes! The play
is the thing. The play's the thing.
Yes! I'm glad
you're in agreement. So we're still friends? Oh, Jason, of course.
No. Of course we're friends. I was just worried
for a second.
No, no, no. You don't need
to be worried. You have more
to worry about, like whether or not
Will nails that
funeral speech in Act two. Right. Because he always
loses focus in the middle.
He does. Yes, he does,
so you should get
out there and, um… And work
on that, so…
Yeah. Well, I might
need your help. Well, all right
then, um… You will have it. Thank you.
Let's do it! Um, well, no. Let's, uh,
we'll go out, and…
Excuse me. Just so you know… Just for the record
I did not go to the school because of the play. I was there because
Jason lied to me. Dr. Sherwood,
I'm not interested.
No, no, no. Just so you know…
On Tuesdays and Thursdays, he's supposed to be
taking LSAT prep test
up in Scranton. He told me that these
rehearsals would in no way
interfere with that, and now I find out
not only he's been skipping
the classes altogether, but he lied to me.
Oh, come on! You expect me
to believe this?
Oh, no. Yeah, I do.
Look. Look. He sent this to me
an hour before
I saw you yesterday. "Hi, Dad. On my way
to LSAT prep class. "Be back later tonight." You see that, right? Well, if he lied, it's because he feels
he has no choice. How can he trust you?
You are crushing his spirit. How am I
crushing his spirit? Forcing Jason to go
to law school is like… Like using a Shakespeare
folio for toilet paper. "Forcing him!"
I've never forced
Jason to do anything. Going to law school
was entirely his idea. I'm sure you're
begging him not to go. This is unbelievable.
Yes, it is. You got me
all figured out,
right. There's nothing I can say
that won't convince you I'm not a complete asshole? You know what
you could do? You could start
by giving Jason
the respect and the freedom
that he deserves. Maybe I should stop
talking to him altogether? Would that work for you?
That might be
an improvement, yeah. Okay, you obviously
don't have any kids! Excuse me! Excuse me! I have had
hundreds of kids, and I have had
a lot of experience… Yeah, yeah,
My mistake. Hey, I'm doing
the best that
I can with Jason. Perhaps your best
isn't good enough. Is that what you tell
your students? Oh, there is no comparison!
Do you know what? You… You are an asshole! Huh? (WHISPERS)
Asshole. I'm a rascal?
I said… (MOUTHING) (LINE RINGING)
JASON: Hello. It's Linda.
Do you have a minute? Hey, Linda. I just ran into
your father and… GIRL: Is that Ms. Sinclair?
(CHUCKLES) Hi, Ms. Sinclair! Who's that?
Wait, look, um… Halle's over.
Um, we're running lines. Over? Are… Are you still at school? Uh, no, my place.
(HALLE GIGGLING) Uh, itjust seemed easier. Uh, is everything okay? Oh. Everything's fine. I'm sorry to interrupt. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Uh, okay. Uh, see you tomorrow. HALLE:
Bye, Ms. Sinclair!
Uh, shall we pick it up
where we left off? (DISCONNECTS PHONE) So with tax and Shipping, it comes to
$433.52 cents. That includes
the smoke machine and the slightly more
expensive strobe light. Oh, Carl, is all this
really necessary? Well, it is if you
want the magic
of the play to work. But if you're content
to see The Chrysalis
undermined by a Cheap strobe
expenence, I'll run out and buy
and a Lazy Susan. Oh, calm down,
l was only asking. (SIGHS)
Sorry. (HALLE GIGGLING) (JASON TALKING INDISTINCTLY) CARL: Halle's doing
don't you think? Oh. Bless you. (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
Stop. (GIGGLES) I can't believe
Mr. Adams gave us
that quiz! Halle… May I speak with
you a moment, please? Take a seat. Well, first of all, I want to tell
you what a fantastic job
you're doing as Jane. Oh! Thanks.
I've been working
my butt off, but I love it. I know. That's why we're going
to have this talk. I know how important
this play is to you, and I wouldn't want
anything to jeopardize that. Whoa, wait.
Am I in trouble? No, no, no, no.
Everything's fine. lt'sjust, um… Well, um… It's about Jason. Some of us have noticed, uh, that your behavior
with him lately has been a little
inappropriate. I haven't done anything. I know,
are important. And people tend
to make assumptions. Well, they Shouldn't! I know, I know.
But… They do. (SIGHS) Now, I understand
that you want
to pursue acting as a career.
Is that true? May I offer
you some advice? As you go out
on auditions, you'll be meeting
a lot of men,
powerful men, who may be interested
in you for reasons
other than your talent. Now you're a very
attractive young woman, and you may be tempted
to take advantage of that. In the short term,
that may work. But in the long term,
people might lose
respect for you. And they may find
you a little, um, trashy. I know I sound harsh,
but it's only because
I care about you, and I want you to earn
the respect that you deserve
as a woman, not because of your body,
but because of your mind. And that is why you need
to stay away from Jason. Am I making any sense? It just seems really unfair. Guys can get away
but girls can't. I know. It is unfair. But, unfortunately,
that's the world
in which we live. I wish it weren't. Oh, so do I. But I have learned
from experience that wishing doesn't always make it so. Changing the world
is hard work,
but we can do it. We women just have
to stick together,
that's all. (SCHOOL BELL RINGING) I'm so glad we had
this conversation. Go ahead to lunch, go on.
And I'll see you
at rehearsal. Yeah. See ya.
Okay. (SIGHS) CARL: And at $800,
the fake fireplace
is a real bargain. Don't play
with that, fellas. BOY: Sorry. Oh, Linda,
what can I say. You are like the
Peggy Guggenheim of
high school theater. But prettier. (GASPS) Oh! Oh! Ah!
I don't believe this. Linda. Just relax. She is a student, Jason.
just hang on… What a scummy,
sleazy thing to do! I know.
And you! I expected better from you. I'm sorry.
No. It's too late. This is going on
your permanent record. Linda, just relax… No. You, you can
forget about that
letter of recommendation. What!
You can't do that! You've left me no Choice. Linda. Linda!
Oh my God. My parents
are going to kill me! No, no, no.
(DOOR SHUTS) Just sit down.
No, they are! I'm going to
go take care of it…
(DOOR OPENS) Hey, Linda. Can we talk
about this, please? No. I don't need to
talk about anything. I know what I saw. But we didn't do anything!
Oh, how dare you. I catch you fooling
around with a student, you have the audacity
to deny it? She started it.
I didn't start it.
(LAUGHS) That is so
chivalrous of you. You know, you're a
role model to these kids. They look up to you! To take advantage
like that, that is… Unconscionable! I'm sorry. You know, I thought
you were serious
about this play. I thought you were ready
to be a professional,
but apparently not. Because this was
an amateur move, Jason. Amateur! This is bullshit. Excuse me? You're jealous! (LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY) As if I'd be jealous
of some dirty little
make out session in the boys'
dressing room. No, you'd rather have
a quick fuck
in the classroom with one of
your old students!
Shh. Stop it! Is that what you want?
You want me to bend you
over your desk right now? You are awful!
God knows you need it… You are awful! Shit. JASON: Hit me with
a piece of fucking prop… (TIRES SQUEAL) (BEEPS) (BEEPING) (BREATHING DEEPLY)
(PHONE RINGING) Hello? MAN: Ma'am, I know
you like turtles… Take me off your goddamn list,
and never call me again! (GRUNTS) (STUDENTS TALKING
INDISTINCTLY) (WHISPERS) (MUMBLING) (SCHOOL BELL RINGS) Fallon Hughes.
Here. Ed McKee.
Ho. (ALL LAUGHING) Benjamin Meyer. Ho!
(ALL LAUGHING) What is the matter
with you people? LINDA: Settle down. Or you're looking
Is that Clear? (SILENCE) (MAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER PA) And 'cause the theme
this year is
"Winter Dreamz," I thought we could
have giant beds
and snowmen in PJ's… No, no, that is
a horrible idea. I need to talk.
Linda! Okay, Joni, lets…
Let's talk about
it tomorrow. But this is
"Winter Dreamz." Out. (WHISPERS)
has happened… I'll say. You can't go three feet
in this school
without hearing about you and Shakespeare
in the classroom! Because Halle Anderson
is spreading vicious
rumors about me, and ljust caught her
defacing my Classroom
door with obscenities! Why would Halle do that? Why? Because yesterday,
I caught her messing around with
Jason Sherwood in the
boys' dressing room! That's why! Ow! Ow…
Oh, God. Oh, God… You should
have told us. I gave her a warning. | just…
I thought that
would be enough. I didn't expect
all this to happen. Typical. You know, good teacher
lets a student off easy, she turns around
and stabs her in the back. And him, messing around
with one of our kids, lJlknock
his block off! Where…
Where is Halle now?
In rehearsal? (STUTTERING)
Yes, but I don't think… Do we really have
to do this now?
In front of everyone? I thought you'd
just pull her
into your office. No. We've got to
clean this mess up
before it gets any worse. These types of rumors
can do real damage
to a teacher's reputation. Even one as
sterling as yours.
But I'd really rather not… Damn it, Linda.
These punks took
advantage of you! Now you got to look
them in the eye and tell them you're
not going to roll over
for their B.S. You! And you!
Get over here,
right now. You too, Carl.
You should hear this. What's the meaning
of this, Phil?
We're trying to rehearse. Yep. Well, rehearsal's
gonna wait. It seems
Romeo and Juliet here have been fooling
around a little bit
after play practice, huh. What on earth
are you talking about? And to top it all off, sweet little Juliet
has been spreading some pretty nasty lies
about one of our
best teachers. They're not lies! She's just jealous,
because he's with me now! So you admit it?
Oh, Christ. Oh, Halle, really?
It's true! She did him in her room.
Everyone knows! PHIL: Okay, now you listen. You are digging a very
big hole for yourself,
right now. Where are you going, Halle?
You get back here, miss! Halle… Hey, what's with
all the shouting? Oh.
Traynor, what the
hell is that? Oh, good Lord. It's for my big
suicide at the end. (IMITATING GUNSHOT) PHIL: No, sir, it is not! Hey, we had an agreement! What? I'm sorry…
What agreement? Ah, I can explain. Don't play dumb, Romeo.
Now, you know damn well
we had to cut that ending! What? JASON: What? What?
(STUTTERS) I'm a little confused. Why are you even
rehearsing this ending? You trying to pull
one over on me, Carl? Huh? You want to get
yourself fired? You have it all wrong,
Phil, as usual. This is merely
an experiment. Yes. I wanted the actors
to experience the full
darkness of Jason's play. But it was never
my intention to
perform the ending. After all,
we did agree to cut it. Carl, what the hell?
You never said
I had to cut the ending! You never said that. But it wasn't
my place to tell you. It was my understanding
that Linda cleared it
with you when you signed
(WHISPERS) Carl. No. You knew?
Carl. No. You knew?
No. No… You did read
didn't you? She forced me
to Sign it, without
actually reading it. You never told me
I'd have to
cut the ending, because you knew
I would never
agree to it! No, no, no…
Linda, is this true? No… No…
Is it true? Is that true? Yes, but I can explain… Because it's complicated… LINDA: As if I'd be jealous
of some dirty little
make out session in the boys'
dressing room. JASON: No, you'd rather
have a quick fuck
in the classroom with one of your
LINDA: Shh. Stop it! Is that what you want?
You want me to bend
you over your desk? God knows you need it…
LINDA: You're awful!
You're awful! Oh, my…
Wow… Oops. Told you. She's a lying old whore. She's, uh… Where…
Linda, you're fired.
Oh. PHIL: You better run.
You hear me! You are fired, lady! Yeah, who's trashy now? Hey, Linda! Linda! Leave me alone!
Don't run away from me. How could you lie
to me like that? I trusted you. And you sat there
and you lied to my face! Get away, get away!
Oh! Fuck! No! JASON: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! No! (TIRES SQUEAL) JASON: Not again! Fuck! I fucking
hate this school. (SOBBING) (GROANING) (TIRES SQUEAL) (GROANING) (SCREAMING)
(AIR HISSING) (AMBULANCE SIREN WAILING) (MONITOR BEEPING) (SNIFFLES) Ma'am, you've been
in an accident, okay.
You're in the hospital. Oh, God… No, you're going
to be just fine. No, I won't. Yes, you will.
I promise. Oh. Hi, Dr. Sherwood. LINDA: (WHISPERS)
No, no, not him.
Someone else. Get me someone else, please. Honey, there's no one
else unless you want
to wait a few hours. I'll wait. I can wait.
Please… Um, I… Can you, uh,
excuse us, Nurse? Oh, sure. Um, I think
she's still in shock. Yeah. Don't worry, honey,
you're in good hands. This is awkward. It says here you
were in a car accident after you rubbed
into your eyes? Wow… Okay. Have you
any dizziness? Any nausea?
No. Neck pain?
Yes. Where? Up here?
Mmm-hmm. Does that hurt? Yeah… How severe,
as if on a scale
of one to 10? I don't know.
Three? Five? What does that
question even mean? I don't know,
it's something we have
to ask in the hospital. All right, let's take
a look at this. Okay. It's going to sting. (GROANING) Well, that's not so bad. I'll have a nurse
clean this up. You're actually
a very lucky woman. I don't think
you're going to
need stitches. (SOBS) Okay. Here you are, here… It's good to get
it out like that. Could you please leave? Listen, you've been
through a very
physical trauma. It's perfectly
normal to have… No, please.
Please… Honestly, emotional
outbursts like this
are very common. Stop it. Stop being
so nice to me. You hate me.
I know you hate me. I don't hate you.
Ms. Sinclair, listen… Hey. I know we've had
I know that. But you know, I… Honestly, I appreciate
everything that you
have done for Jason. Oh, God. And I can tell you right now,
you mean the world to him. (CONTINUES SOBBING) What? What am I saying? (STUTTERS)L” (STUTTE RS HYSTERICALLY) Had sex with your son. What? You heard me. How long…
(CLEARS THROAT) How long has this
been going on? Is it a relationship?
No! It was one time… When did this happen? Can we be done now? No. No, we can't be done. We're not done until… What…
What's wrong with you? (MUMBLES) What, is this
what you do? You go around sleeping
with your old students? I don't want
to talk about it. You're the one
who brought it up. No, don't you have
something important to do? Don't you have a life
to save or something? I'm going to have someone
take you to orthopedics. Ma'am, your card
was denied. (BREATHING DEEPLY)
Mmm-hmm. Okay, try this one. Okay. Can someone call me a cab? Jason, okay, calm down.
Jason, I understand. No. Turn around.
Take me back.
Take me back inside. What? What?
Take me back. (GROANING) Lady! I'm sorry.
Are you okay? Let me call you back. Okay?
I'm fine. I'm fine. It's okay. I'm fine.
Mike. Mike. I'll take her, it's fine.
I'll wait with her. No, no, no.
I'm going to wait inside. No, no.
I need to talk to you. Take the Chair
inside, please. (COUGHS) How's your neck? Just say what you
need to say
and leave me alone. Is it true? Did you lie
to Jason about the play? Yes. Yes, I did. I don't believe it. What kind of
teacher are you? I mean, you come at me
with this holier
than thou bullshit, and this is what you do?
What's wrong with you? Fine, fine. I get it.
I'm horrible, I'm a horrible person.
Now would you leave? No. Not until you tell
me what you're going
to do about this. You know, I've been fired.
Isn't that enough? What about the play?
Oh, who cares
about the play. I do!
I care about the play.
I care about my son. Yeah! Now you care.
Fine. Now that
everything's ruined. What? This is all your fault.
I wouldn't even be here
if it wasn't for you. I don't know
where you possibly get that. He never would have
written the play if you hadn't been
such an abusive,
alcoholicjerk. Who took out all
your anger on your son
after your wife died. Oh, my God. Is that what
this is about? You believe all that?
Don't try to deny it. No, no, no. I don't drink,
for your information.
(SCOFFS) I haven't had a drink
since medical school. Jason's mom isn't dead. We're divorced. She lives up in Teaneck.
She's remarried. He… He said it was
based on his life. Oh, well, jeez,
if Jason said it then
it must be true, right? God knows there's
never been a writer
that just made stuff up. All right, there are.
Stop it. You think he turns
into a monster as well? Okay. I get it.
Do you? Because for an
Advanced English teacher
you seem awfully naive to me. Or is your head so full
of, of these stories you don't know the difference
between fact and fiction. (HORN HONKS)
Is that why
you slept with him? Huh? Thought he was Lord Byron
or something? You know what?
You don't know me. You don't know
anything about me. Oh, shoe's on the other foot. Marilyn Avenue. Hey, you can't
run away from this. Yes, I can. (SIGHS) (PHONE RINGING) (ON ANSWERING MACHINE)
Hi, it's Linda.
Leave a message. (ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)
(TV PLAYING) (ON PHONE) Linda, it's Carl. I know I behaved abominably, you have every right
to be mad, but please call me. It's about the play. (ON ANSWERING MACHINE)
Hi, it's Linda.
Leave a message. (ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS) CARL: Linda, call me,
I beg of you. I swear I'll never
deceive you again. I'll be entirely
honest from now on. (STUTTERS) |'||… I'll even tell you
my deepest, darkest secret. Something
I've never told anyone. My audition for Sondheim… (SIGHS) I lied. I… I did have
an audition, but… As soon as I walked in
and saw him sitting there, looking at me with
those dark genius eyes,
I couldn't breathe. I thought
I was going to die. The last thing I remember
before I blacked out was the look of
on Sondheim's face. And the sound of
the stage manager saying, "I think his
name is Ka-penis." It was the worst
experience of my life. CARL: So there it is. I stand naked before you. Please come back.
Help me out. (ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS) CARL: (GASPING)
Linda, I'm having
a nervous breakdown! I'm having chest pains. And a nervous breakdown! Call me! (TV PLAYING)
(KNOCK ON DOOR) Uh! There has been
an emergency. Car! is in the hospital. What? What happened? And, well,
he keeled over
during rehearsal. And the kids called 911.
They're beside themselves. Oh, my God.
Is he okay? Well, it wasn't
a heart attack,
thank goodness. They think stress.
Stress. But there's no way
he can finish the play. And we are days away
from opening night, there's a ton
of work to do. And we've sold
$18,000 in tickets. We need the money.
Someone needs to step in. Yeah, you
should call Jason. Oh… (LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY)
I did. And he refuses to help
unless we restore
the original ending. Which, no,
we cannot do. I think you know where
I'm headed with this. No. No, no, Trudie.
No, forget it.
I'm not doing it. I know,
it's not ideal. Ideal? You fired me! Not officially, not yet. And if you agree to help,
I'm willing to let you off with just a little
and that's it… Okay, two weeks' suspension.
That's if… I can't. I can't.
I can't. I can't do it. (GAS PS)
You started this. Are you going
to really sit back and let everyone else
pay for your mistakes? I need you,
the kids need you to… To just step up
and be a goddamned
teacher here. And if you can't do that,
you have no business
in a classroom. I want to
think about it. Oh, well… I expect you
there at 3:00. Okay. This is the last
chance you're gonna get. (BOYS TALKING INDISTINCTLY) Hey, Ms. Sinclair,
I wanna bend you
over your desk! (ALL LAUGHING) "Mother.
Oh, my dear mother.
How could you…" No, no.
Come on. Come on.
It's got to be louder. You got to get them
in the cheap seats.
Come on. Loud. "Mother!
Oh, my dear mother!" Come on, support it.
"How could you abandon
me to such a cruel…" Thank God.
listen up, people. Uh, Ms. Sinclair
is going to take over
from here on out. But listen,
I'm going to be sitting
here in the front row, and I don't want
any funny business, okay? Is that Clear? STUDENTS: Yes, Mr. Pelaski. Could somebody please
tell me where we are? We're doing the new ending. New ending? Yeah, Carl wrote it.
They were working on it
when he collapsed. Carl wrote it? Yeah, as long as nobody
it's good with me. (SIGHS) Fine. Let'sjust do this. Go ahead. Do you have
any direction? Um… You're in pain. You're in deep,
unbearable pain. "Mother!
Oh, my dear mother! "How could you abandon
me to such a cruel fate!" Okay, Halle.
"A father who
couldn't love me! "A world where
I'd never belong!"
LINDA: That's enough. "Oh, God!
I want to die…" No, my darling!
You must live! Live! Knock it off,
both of you! Take it seriously.
Why? It sucks.
This ending sucks. My grandparents are
coming in from Tucson
to see me suck. This isn't Jason's
It's bullshit. Hey! Language. Where's Jason? We want Jason back. Not you, you bitch. PHIL: Okay, that's it.
One week detention,
Miss Anderson! (DOORBELL RINGS) (SIGHS) Yes. I'm coming. Nope. LINDA: Jason, please
don't make me stand outside. I'm gonna…
I'm not going to leave
here until we talk. May I come in? Yeah. May I have
a glass of water? I'm here to
ask for a favor.
Are you kidding me? If you could just
write a new ending. No. No. No. Write a new ending?
Jason, please… For what?
To make it happy?
To make it cute and safe? That's not my story! I understand that,
but I'm in an
untenable situation here… Hey. While you're at it, slap a feel-good ending
on Death of a Salesman. Does he really have to die? This isn't helping anyone. That's because
nothing's gonna help. Everything's fucked,
and it's your fault! I want to kill myself. That's not an answer, Jason. What makes you think
you have the answers? I mean,
who are you, anyway? You're just some
lonely old woman who gets a power trip
lecturing teenagers. You really think
you affect their lives by
reading them Emerson? You're a joke. They don't respect you. The second they
finish high school,
they forget you. (CLICKS TONGUE) (SIGHS) Yes, um… Well… (SNIFFLES) Uh… l was thinking
about your ending,
and I realized that there may be something that
I missed in previous
readings of your play. And that is… That the ending sucks. What? Everyone kills themselves?
That's your resolution? Jason, come on.
What do you think? You said,
you loved the ending. Or is that another lie? Well, you know,
I do make mistakes,
as you know. Whatever.
I'm done with this. You know, sometimes
you can't run away. And you can't
go to law school. And you can't
kill yourself. Because sometimes
you have to stay
and suck it up. Fuck you!
Can you just try? I mean, can you imagine
that there might be
another ending? A different ending,
where everyone doesn't die. No! Get the fuck
out of my house! (DOOR SHUTS) (BREATHING DEEPLY) (TYPING) (PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY) HALLE: This is horrible.
They're gonna hate it. It's gonna suck. Halle…
I can't, I can't,
I can't do this! No. Halle, calm down. No, no. I can't…
I can't remember
any of my lines. No, no, no.
You know your lines. Just say them the way
we rehearsed them last week
and you'll be terrific. I know. I heard you. All right?
Thank you. Yeah.
All right. All right.
Five minutes. It's five minutes,
everyone. All right, you've
worked really hard. And you know what to do. And you're going
to be great. And you should all feel
so proud of yourselves. I know, lam… Hello, my children
of the night.
GIRL: (GASPS) Mr. Kapinas! I'm back.
(ALL TALKING INDISTINCTLY) Mr. Kapinas,
you made it. Wild horses
couldn't keep me away.
(CHUCKLES) Ah, dear, dear Linda. I am eternally grateful
for all your help, and understanding. Aw. It was no problem.
How are you? Much better, thank you.
Fully rested, mildly medicated
and ready to resume
my duties. Well, I think,
everything's under control. We've worked
very hard this week. Oh, don't worry,
I've done this
a thousand times. Why don't you relax?
Take a seat,
enjoy the show. Thespians. It's time. Prayer circle of love
and commitment? Prayer circle of love
and commitment. My future Tony Award winners, let's all take
a deep breath. (ALL INHALE DEEPLY) Let it go.
(ALL EXHALE DEEPLY) Focus. And as Meryl Streep
once said, when we were doing
Shakespeare in the Park, "Speak up!" Mmm…
ALL: Mmm… (ALL VOCALIZING) (ALL SCREAMING) Here we are. Next year, we are
Our Town. (AUDIENCE APPLAUDING) Why are you not
at the hospital? (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) Are you going in?
I'm too nervous. JANE: No, not white. Pink. They were pink roses.
That must be a good sign,
I'm sure of it! TIM: No, Jane. She's gone. She died this morning. I don't understand,
you said she was
getting better. You… She took a turn. JANE: No. No. She never woke up again. Then, she was gone. JANE: But I never
got to say goodbye. You told me that,
I would see her
one last time. Why didn't you
come get me? It would not have
Changed anything. JANE: I could have
been there to tell her
that I love her. I could have held her hand
so she wouldn't have
felt so alone. Jane, control yourself. I must prepare
for the funeral. It's time to move on. JANE: I never knew my mother. But she was beautiful… She loved bright
and colorful things. Here. I'll give you
your favorite colors. Green for her wings. Green with flecks of gold,
just like her eyes. (IRISH ACCENT)
Pleasure to meet you.
I'm Margaret. Did you hear me?
I said step away! Damn it, Jane! (ALL GASP) That's not me. Mother. I'm ready. Yes, daughter.
Come away with me. You'll never belong
in this world. Leave it all behind. All the pain and the fear
and the loneliness. We'll be together,
Get away. Please listen to me.
JANE: Get out! You ruined everything.
My entire life. I know,
I've made mistakes.
I'm sorry. I wish I could go back
and Change what happened,
but I can't. Please, Jane,
I'm asking for another chance. It's not too late…
I know you want to run away, I know you want to punish me, maybe I deserve it… Hmm. It's better
than I thought… JANE: You do deserve it!
You're the monster. Not me! TIM: I know…
I know, I am.
I'm so sorry… (WHISPERS)
What the fuck is this? Jason. At least in New York
they didn't give a shit
about my play, they didn't try
to destroy it. It's not destroyed.
It's still your play. You've ruined the
whole point of the story. Jason, I was wrong.
ldidn't know what to do,
or how to fix it. And I'm sorry. I am truly, truly sorry. (SCOFFS) Please don't let my
mistakes stand in the
way of your success. (DOOR CLOSES) (AUDIENCE APPLAUDS) (AUDIENCE CHEERING) Thank you.
(CHUCKLES) Oh, you were wonderful. Whoo! (WHISTLING) Author! Author! He means you. Go on. There he is. Ms. Sinclair. Nice work. Thank you. May I apologize
for my behavior? Oh, no. Forget about it,
it wasn't my
finest moment either. No, no, no. I shouldn't have believed
that stuff from the play.
I was ridiculous. I'm very sorry. Apology accepted. Thank you. It's actually true. Sort of. About the play. I wasn't a great dad. (SIGHS) l was absent. Pushed him to do
all the things
I wanted him to do. I'm sure,
you did your best. l dated some crazy women.
None of them Irish. (CHUCKLES)
But, uh… Creative license,
Mmm-hmm. Anyway, we learn from
our mistakes, right? (SIGHS)
Yes, we do. Good luck with everything.
Thank you. NARRATOR: And so,
Linda Sinclair resumed
her life as a schoolteacher. Though she brought
a new, modern approach
to her craft. Now that you've
all finished the reading, let's try a little
creative writing exercise. I'd like you all to write
a new ending to
A Tale of Two Cities. Now, it could be
anything you like. So let your
imaginations run wild. NARRATOR:
She often saw Dr. Sherwood, though propriety dictated
that she maintain
a respectable distance from the father of the
young man with whom
she'd so disgraced herself. That's a good biography. I have a copy if you
want to borrow it. You're a fan?
Of Conan Doyle? Of course.
Me too. Since I was a kid. And that was the end of it. How are you? I'm pretty good, thanks. Hey, would you like to grab
a cup of coffee or something? NARRATOR: Naturally… Um… She refused. Okay. Why not. (STUTTERS)
And so they spoke in
a strictly impersonal way. She did some crazy stuff. She had a yard sale
one time when
l was out of town, and sold my entire
collection of Ellery Queen
first editions. Oh, no!
Yes! That's when
I knew the marriage
was kinda over. NARRATOR: They did not
discuss the boy. Jason's doing really well.
Is he? Yeah, yeah,
he's actually written
another piece. Oh. And he's work shopping
it in a Children's theater
in New Jersey. I mean, you may
or may not realize
some references to Orwell, and Kafka in the first act… LINDA:
Oh, that's so wonderful. Can I be honest
with you about something? NARRATOR: I knew it. Here it comes. The whole time
we're strolling along here,
I keep thinking… You know,
you slept with my son. And listen… I understand that it was
just one of those things
or whatever, but… I guess, what I am
trying to say is… I still think
you're pretty great. What? Yeah. And if it's not too weird… For you, or me… Walter Mosley's speaking
over at Wilkes next week,
and I thought maybe… NARRATOR: Linda Sinclair.
What are you doing? You belong here.
At home. Alone. You don't want
to go out there. It's a cruel and
unforgiving world. Linda. Hi, Linda.
Hi. Linda. You look great. Thank you. Are you ready? Yes, I am. Linda?
Are you listening to me?