Et Tu

[a cappella choir singing indistinctly]

Caesar, now be still.

I killed not thee... with half so good a will.

Hey.

So call the field to rest

and let's away to part the glories of this happy day.

Brent.

Brent.

House lights up.

House lights up!

Actors, take 10, then back for notes.

-We'll do them now. -Huh?

Yes.

My apologies, actors. We're doing notes now.

Everyone have a seat in the front two rows, please.

There's a lot of good work going on here.

I'll start with that.

These are broader than I'd normally give.

We can always work details should the time come.

Cast, uh...

...it's all a bit too...

...casual.

I think we need to raise the stakes in this room.

We are talking Shakespeare here!

Life and death! Hmm?

Phillip.

You fell into the trap

of playing an Evil villain with a capital E.

Cassius can be seen that way by the audience, but not by you.

-Play him straight, please. -Should I look for a m--

Take the note.

Just...take the note.

Terrence, I feel your Brutus...

Fine.

He's fine.

Think about the oath a little more.

Think about it all...

...a little more.

Understudies, thank you for a great rehearsal.

It's comforting to know we're in good hands

should disaster strike.

Call time for tonight's show is 6:30.

If you are a pleb, senator, or soldier, feel free,

stay or go, so long as you're back by that time.

Otherwise, you are dismissed.

Thank you.

You were great tonight.

-Really? -Yeah.

Wow. Thanks.

You too.

-Yeah? -Oh, my God.

Margaret, yeah. You gave me so much to play off.

Thank you.

You want to rehearse sometime?

-Uh... -Like, go over our, um...

Yes. Yeah, totally.

Tomorrow? We can rehearse, like, sometime before --

Before the show. Yes.

Wow.

Cool beans.

I-I'll see you tomorrow, then.

Oh, tonight first, I guess.

See you tonight first, Margaret.

It would be pretty cool, though...

...if we did get to go on...

...together.

Brutus and Portia.

Yeah.

Pretty cool.

Guess you never know, right?

Yeah.

Shit can go down.

-That's what that one does! -Christ.

And this... is what this one does.

-Vicky. -Do you see?

Do you see what it does?

-I see what it does. -Great.

Okay. Now you tell me which one's which.

I'll try to talk to him.

-Try? -Yes.

He could kill someone. But you'll try.

You'll try?

What would you have me do?

Uh, something more than try.

Say, "Marcus, I don't care that you're the lead of the show,

and I don't care that your father owns the theater

or who he fucked to get it or who he's fucking now

or who you're fucking now."

What?

-What? -Why did you say that?

"Who you're fucking now." Why'd you say that part?

Just that you don't care.

You're the director. You'll fire his ass.

I can't, though, can I? Fire him.

You can make him feel like you can!

I made those daggers look the same for you,

for our show, to make it better!

That's our work.

Not to mention he's dumb enough to mix them up

and actually do the thing.

Brent, you have to say something.

Marcus cannot keep stabbing people backstage.

He's gonna -- Aah.

-You okay? -Yeah. I just got myself.

Should they be that sharp?

I dull them every day.

I swear it is like somebody --

Uh, here. Let me see.

I shall speak with him before the show.

Before he comes to the theater.

Before he comes to the theater.

Hello?

Hi. Do you have a second?

Sure.

Can I come see you? There's something we need to --

There's something we need to talk about.

What... Are you saying what I'm saying or...

Marcus has been stabbing stagehands backstage

with the retractable dagger.

Vicky's worried he's going to hurt someone.

Oh. Okay.

Do you want me to talk to him about it?

I bet you would like to talk to him,

wouldn't you, Nadine?

What?

Are you okay?

Is this talk a production talk?

Technically yes, among other --

Well, then we -- Well, then we can do it at work.

During the show?

Intermission, I'll come up to the booth.

We'll talk then.

Brent, I would really rather not --

We'll talk...then.

Fine. Intermission.

I don't know why...

...but...

...right now...

...I feel I love you more than ever before.

Isn't that just...

...stupid?

No.

I love you too.

Honey, are you sure you're okay?

The Ides of March are come.

Aye, Caesar, but not gone.

It's a fucking joke, dude.

I mean, I can't believe it.

-What? -Me.

Evil villain. Me?

Meanwhile, this fucking guy

is basically twisting his goddamn mustache up there.

The guy can't act.

But I'm too evil? Really?

I mean, you s-- you see it, right?

I see it.

Thank you. Fuck.

Don't get me started with the other guy.

I mean, that's not even acting, what he's doing.

What do you expect? How he got the lead and all.

Everyone knows how that happened.

-Hmm? -Dude.

Marcus killed his stepmom.

That's why he's Brutus. Seriously. You didn't know that?

-Oh, yeah. -That's what I'm saying.

You see things. I see things.

The audience definitely fucking sees them.

Why the hell can't our direc--

But there's but one in all doth hold his place.

So in the world --

'tis furnished well with men, and men are flesh and blood

and apprehensive.

Yet in the number I do know but one

that unassailable holds on his place,

unshaked of motion, and that I am he!

Let me a little show it, even in this --

That I was constant Cimber should be banished

and constant do remain to keep him so.

Oh, Caesar --

Oh, hence. Wilt thou lift up Olympus?

-Speak, hands, for me! -

Et tu, Brute?

Then fall, Caesar!

Well, it happened,