Bite my face.
- Okay.
- Aaah.
- Bite my leg.
Now bite
my other leg.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Oh, my. That kind
of evening, huh?
Not the kind you're used to.
No money changed hands.
Ah-ka.
Ah-ka-wan-ah-ka!
"Ah-ka-wan-ah-ka?"
No, no. Reveal.
You have killed your father,
you have married your mother.
Now no words,
remember.
Now reveal.
Aaah!
Rooo!
Here we have
a sick sea lion.
Go.
Miss Brozinsky.
Okay.
You will now perform for us,
also without words,
Hamlet's soliloquy.
Who's that?
Hamlet.
Hamlet.
Shakespeare's
tragedy of Hamlet!
Ah, well,
for her, we get
the comic book, huh?
[Man]
Taxi!
[No Dialogue]
Hey!
- Oh, that creep Korzenowski
is driving me nuts.
- Ah.
Ooh! I know
what I need.
Oh, God!
Oh, God!
Oh, God!
Oh, God!
Oh, God!
Oh, God. Oh, God!
Ooh.
To die
on the stage...
is perhaps the greatest
single challenge...
an actor can face.
The audience must know,
must absolutely believe...
that the breath,
that the very life...
is going out
of your body.
Now...
You! You will
die now, please.
No, I don't
believe you.
Maintain
your focus.
- I don't believe you.
Maintain your focus.
- Stop, stop, stop it!
- Are you all right?
- Fine.
Perhaps you would like to die
for us now, Miss Ames.
You I think
I will shoot.
You will feel the bullet
enter your body.
You will lose
all muscle control.
You will
fall down dead.
Bang.
This can only
be the achievement...
of years of training.
No other way
would we ever see...
so false a performance.
So mechanical,
so thought out.
Never for one moment
truly felt.
Here, you must reach
deep inside yourself.
You must go beyond
the safety of what you know.
We know you
can act, Camille,
but can you be a person
of flesh and blood?
- [Clock Chimes]
- Ah, time.
We die again tomorrow.
And, please,
give me your notebooks.
I wish to see them.
- You can't walk there!
- Hey, Ed, you want
the delivery or not?
The man is a Nazi.
I have never been the dumbest
in any class before.
I haven't seen you
for nine hours.
Taxi!
Taxi!
- You know what today is?
- No.
It's our third-week
anniversary.
- Stop on the next corner.
- You got it.
I think you need
some roses.
Oh, no, you can't afford
any more flowers.
- Right here.
- No, don't stop.
- No, don't stop.
I know what teachers make.
- Half a dozen.
Don't stop.
No!
Michael!
No!
A crowd is gathered here.
Traffic is backed up for two blocks.
Killed in the explosion are Lee Veran,
the owner of the flower shop...
and Michael Santers, a teacher
at Holmes Elementary School.
Two terrorist groups have claimed
responsibility for the blast.
It's all right,
Miss Ames.
We've got a positive I.D.
From his wallet.
You don't have
to see him.
I want to see him.
I warn you, there's
very little left to see.
Particularly in the
upper body region.
I want
to see him.
I'm very sorry you feel
a need to do this.
Just leave me alone
with him, please.
[Sobbing]
- [Sandy Gasping]
- [Lauren] What are you doing here?
- Me! What the fuck
are you doing here?
- I beg your pardon.
- I am in mourning.
- Well, so am I!
- For my lover.
- Well, so am I!
[Both Gasping]
- [Lauren] Who?
- Michael Santers.
- Aaah! No, no, you little witch!
- You didn't know him!
- Oh, he loved me.
- How could you lie?
Get out of here right now!
Aaah!
I'm gonna break every bone
in your body!
- No, you aren't.
- Yes, I am!
[Lauren]
How dare you! How dare you!
[Sandy]
He loved me. He loved me!
- Oh, loved you? Loved you!
- You're damn right he did!
- Oh, that's obscene.
- No, that's reality, baby.
'Cause no way did that guy
give a shit about you!
I refuse to believe
for one second...
that he would
lower himself.
Oh, he lowered himself,
all right.
This is all a lie.
You are psychotic. Yes, that's right.
I've known from the first time
I saw you sleaze into that office.
You lied
to that phone man,
you lied your way into the class
and you're lying