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of Roman Polanski's

version of Macbeth.

Francesca Annis gives a

brilliant performance in it.

I want you to go

take a look at it, okay?

I'll go get it

now, shall I?

Great.

And, Fay, relax.

Meanwhile...

Um, let me see.

Andrew. Center

stage, please.

Hello?

Is someone in here?

Help, someone, help!

Help! Somebody help me!

Help! Somebody help me!

What's wrong?

Why are you screaming?

Someone was coming after me.

Well, who was it?

I don't know.

What the hell?

Who's been tampering

with my lights?

I didn't touch your lights.

Someone was coming after me.

Why was someone following you?

I don't know. They were coming.

Are you sure this wasn't just, like, your

imagination or... It was not my imagination.

Someone was

running after me.

You causing a scene, Fay?

What, the main part

not enough limelight for you?

Yeah, look, come on,

enough fun and games, now, yeah?

Go home, now. Go home.

All right, guys,

let's get

out of here.

When did Monica

leave the rehearsal?

She left

after you did.

You think

it was her?

Well, Lady Macbeth,

I never thought you'd

take method acting

so seriously.

Piss off, Drew,

it's not funny.

Monica Meldrum is totally

trying to screw with my head.

Yeah, and succeeding,

by the look of things.

Jesus, relax.

Sorry.

Want me to walk you home?

Mum's coming

to pick me up.

All right, well, I'll, uh...

I'll see you tomorrow, then.

Bye.

Bye.

How was school?

How did the

rehearsal go?

Oh, great.

Yeah, it was brilliant.

I totally nailed it.

In fact, everything's brilliant.

Almost too good

to be true.

I feel like

I'm living in paradise.

Let us suppose that

Y minus four equals 41.

Who can tell me the value of Y?

Fay?

Fay Delussey?

Yeah? What?

At the same time, as soon

as Lady Macbeth hears

that Duncan's coming

under her battlements,

as soon as you hear he's coming,

your plan starts in your head.

The mechanics

start working, yeah?

Yeah.

Should we try it?

Okay.

My dearest love,

Duncan comes here tonight.

And when goes hence?

Tomorrow as he purposes.

Oh, never shall sun

that morrow see.

Okay, you just remember.

He's just seen Malcolm...

Three pounds.

Seriously!

You know,

I bet the scales are rigged

to keep you coming back.

I knew I shouldn't

have refreshed my lipstick

before the weigh-in...

Oh, come on!

I starved myself all week.

Good night, Mira.

Bye.

Bye.

You all right, Fay?

Has that been fixed already?

Yeah, I think so.

It just went up, so...

I wouldn't trust it, yeah?

Could swear they said

it would take a few days.

Take this one.

Oh! Sorry, too late.

Hey, come on!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on.

Fay?

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