Another Me Page #3

Fay, is that you?

Yes, Mrs. Brennan, it's me.

What are the noises?

Just the lift.

You didn't come up

in the bad one, did you?

No, Mrs. Brennan,

I took the other one.

Night, Mrs. Brennan.

Good night.

Fay?

Ann?

What, darling?

Was that Fay who came in now?

I worry about her.

She's-she's a teenager.

She needs space.

Don't fuss so much.

Hadn't you arranged

to meet your, um...

your girlfriends tonight?

Yeah.

Well, go.

Please.

Just go.

I don't have to go.

I mean, I'm-I'm really happy to stay...

Just...

just go out.

Oh, sorry, I didn't know

you were in here.

Mmm. I'm almost done.

I'm almost done.

Going out?

Yeah.

Yeah, with the girls.

There's some, um...

some lasagna in the oven.

Fay!

Fay!

What's wrong?

You okay? What are you doing?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm fine. What are you doing?

You okay?

Uh, yeah, no.

I was just, um...

doing my homework.

Okay.

Okay.

Come sit down with me.

Come on. You can stop this now.

You were in full view

of everyone.

Bye, Dad.

Bye, love.

Where's Mum?

She went

to work ages ago.

But I just heard you talking

with her.

She was crying.

It was

the radio.

Radio was on.

Oh.

Oh, okay. Bye.

Bye.

Hey.

Hi.

You learned your lines?

Most. You?

Uh, same, yeah.

The end of act two's impossible.

Tell me about it.

This is the very

painting of your fear.

This is... the dagger.

Okay, stop.

Guys, what's happening?

Fay, you need

to turn Macbeth.

You need to be the hand

that guides the sword.

Do you understand

what I'm saying?

I want you to do that

one more time.

Monica, pay attention

to this, okay?

So let's set it up again.

Morning, Mrs. Brennan.

What?

Are you playing

games with me?

Sorry?

Just a minute ago, I just

saw you walking down the stairs.

Don't play games with me!

This is not Gaslight.

What's go...? Mrs. Brennan,

I just came out my flat.

I may be old,

but I'm all right up here,

so you can go and play

your silly little

games on someone else.

Gaslight!

Wait! Who are you?

Why are you doing this to me?

Wait! Who are you?

Why are you doing this

to me?

Stop!

Stop!

Did you see her?

See who?

A girl, like me,

coming out of here.

No one's come out.

You must have seen her.

She must have run past you.

No one's come out.

Mrs. Brennan,

that wasn't me

you saw up there.

That was somebody else.

Of course it was you.

I'd never mistake

that beautiful hair.

What have you got now?

Um, science.

Oh, okay.

What on earth have

you done to your hair?

Oh, my God.

Fay, have you looked

in the mirror?

Look, I-I saw her.

I-I almost saw her,

almost caught her.

Mrs. Brennan saw her, or spoke

to her, even thought she was me.

You saw who? Rewind.

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