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Your relationship to the students is not the problem here, Hannah.

Okay, good, 'cause I'm basically the teacher of my dreams,

like if Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle had a baby with that guy from "Reading Rainbow."

Yeah, it's the other teachers

who are complaining about you now.

What? What teachers? What complaints?

Apparently, they've heard that you regularly

disparage them to your shared students.

That is ridiculous. I don't know them well enough to disparage them.

They're so cliquey, they don't invite me anywhere.

Quote, "Señora Gomez is definitely doing it with Madame Schwartz,

and I would know because I'm doing it with Fran."

You describe Mr. Kildahl as having,

quote, "phantom centaur butt,"

which, I'm guessing is your idea of a humorous remark.

I mean, it's jokey, but what it really is

is when a guy has an ass that, like, really sticks out

to the point where it seems like a whole horse has been cut off him.

Quote, "I hate Mrs. Doerfler. I just do."

Okay, you have to give me that one.

She is not nice. It's like "Matilda" in there.

Hannah, we have been down this road before.

Now, this is a situation where I'm gonna have to take serious action.

I mean, I've been lenient with you in the past

and that's because you're liked, you're a favorite here.

I'm not gonna lie to you. But, I mean, come on.

What can I do? You've put me in a very difficult position.

You're right.

I have.

I have and I'm sorry.

Can you think of a solution?

Honestly, men are so afraid of the female vagina,

we should be, like, galvanizing and using this tactic

to literally win wars.

I also think it helped that my bush is at full capacity right now,

which I'm sorry about.

Are you fucking kidding me, Hannah?

What is wrong with you?

Do not play dumb with me. I don't even know where to fucking begin with you.

Okay, it seems I woke the beast again.

This is not a joke.

Showing your vagina to your boss is not an okay thing to do.

It wasn't sexual, Fran. It was so I would get out of trouble.

"To get out of trouble". We are not five, Hannah. Jesus Christ.

Listen, okay, it worked.

Do you really not get it? Are you that broken?

Like, how damaged is your thought process? As an adult, you should know

- taking your genitals out and... - Stop, okay? Literally stop.

I didn't do anything that bad. I'm not like Bill Cosby or something.

Okay, you just interrupted me.

Please do not interrupt me when I am speaking to you.

I have asked you not to roll your eyes at me a lot.

I was not rolling my eyes at you. I was looking up at a cloud formation that

looked a lot like Blake Lively.

It's gone.

At the very least, I would hope that you would know

I would never want you to show your vagina to anyone but me.

Oh, so now I'm not supposed to show my vagina to anyone but you, Fran?

It's about to be summer!

Aren't you supposed to be preparing right now?

Like getting into character and putting on your...

that codpiece?

No, I'm good.

Okay. So you're... you're ready.

- I'm ready. I'm ready. - Okay.

- Are you ready f-for everything? - Yeah.

Wait, what do you mean?

Like...

you know, like Hannah and everybody. Isn't everybody coming tonight?

You and me in front of them,

in front of Hannah? Jesus.

Well, I guess I'm just... haven't thought about it.

I'm just gonna be acting most of the time.

Well, that's good for you.

I guess it doesn't matter.

I'm not even talking to her anyway. We had a massive row.

So why are we talking about it now?

Okay.

- Good-bye. - Bye.

- Wish me luck. - 'Kay.

Make sure to watch from the fire escape!

Best view.

- What are you doing? - _

We have plans this evening to see a play. We are now at that play.

I don't want to have this discussion right now.

Well, I do.

Oh, oh. Hannah wants to do something rude, disruptive, and inappropriate.

What a twist.

Welcome to "38 Neighbors," a theatrical retelling of the Kitty Genovese tragedy.

In 1964, Kitty Genovese was murdered

outside her home in the middle of the night.

Dozens of neighbors heard her cries for help and did nothing.

And you are about to become one of them.

The staircases behind me lead to the apartments

in which the play will be taking place. Explore at your choosing.

By entering this building, you have all become silent bystanders.

Go, witness.

Fran, I really do not feel like I can be a good witness

until we finish this conversation.

Hannah, I'm not sure how I can be clearer with you.

I do not make scenes in public.

Great, then we'll keep this really brief.

I don't think this is working for me anymore.

Oh, my God, so now you're gonna threaten me to get what you want?

Really flexing the maturity muscles today. Nice.

I'm not kidding, Fran. My anxiety's really spiking.

Come with me. We're not going that way.

- He's not coming with us? - No.

Please pick the apartment to witness from.

The play is about to begin.

So, I guess this is really more of a play

about the neighbors who ignored Kitty and not so much about Kitty herself.

'Cause I was doing some Wikipedia-ing last night

and I had completely forgotten the fact that Kitty was a lesbian.

Do you think that may have been a factor in what happened to her?

Wouldn't surprise me. Another woman deemed "unacceptable" by society

and left to die for her sins.

Will you stop talking, please?

The play has barely started.

That's not how plays work.

Okay, Ray, great. Silence me, just like all of them.

How are we supposed to learn...

Stop ignoring me, Ellen. I know you took it without asking.

Oh, shush up, Joan.

I'd never wear your stupid mini.

I'm telling Mom you wear blusher to school.

Fine, I hate you anyway.

- Hey, guys. - Hey

Shh, keep it down.

I'm sorry, it's not like the actors are doing anything interesting.

Literally all I've seen since I got here is some beatnik rolling cigarettes.

This isn't a fuckin' Raffi concert, all right? Respect the craft.

All right, then, will you go out in the hallway with me so

I can talk to you about something important?

Me?

- Yes. - You.

I know you can't answer me, but I just decided

you're actually an amazing dancer.

What's up? What's on your mind?

Can you, um...

Are we praying?

I left Desi.

Wow.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

Is this for real?

Yes, Ray, this is the realest thing I've ever done.

- Huh. - And I wanted you to know.

How did it finally happen?

It wasn't like a big fight or anything. It was a lot of little shitty moments

kind of strung together, you know?

Look, if I'm being completely honest with myself,

I think I probably knew we were going to get divorced before we even got married.

I just was really scared of what it was that I knew that I needed.

I think that what I need is to be...

alone.

To be alone, yeah.

I mean, right. That makes sense.

So that is where I am.

And I wanted to know what you think.

What do I think?

I think that, um... I'm sorry you're going through all this.

- Thank you. - That's what I think.

- I think I'm handling it pretty well. - Yeah, I think it's also important

to go back in there and witness.

Otherwise we repeat our mistakes.

Seriously, you have no idea.

It's less of a boat and more of a floating palace, really. It's...

out of this world.

I really like your top.

I have a friend who has one sort of like that,

but it doesn't do the same thing for her.

- Oh, thanks. - Boys, I'm so sorry.

I have to deal with a Chinese fur catastrophe, of all things.

Ah, see you later. Catch up later.

Great party, Dill.

Head-to-toe mesh and Chinese fur. What?

What do you think about all this? You having fun?

- Yeah, of course I'm having fun. - Good.

I did poppers with the guy who invented Boy Butter.

And then this lady in a corset

asked me if I was one of Ralph Lauren's adopted male model sons.

Ralph doesn't have any adopted sons.

I know, that's why I'm sticking to my story that I'm one of them.

- Good on you. - Right?

Yeah, I'm just checking in. Yeah, it's important to check in.

That's something I care about.

Have I told you how happy I am that you're here tonight?

Well, I'm happy to be here.

I feel oddly at home. Your friends are all very nice.

Mine are mean and poor.

Yeah, they're good people.

It's easy to lose sight of what's important,

and good people are what's important.

In my line of work, you get stuck between these two polarities,

with orphans in Haiti and rich meals,

tsunami-wrecked shores and fine suits.

You get emotional whiplash. It's hard to tell what's real and what's not.

But in the end of the day, it's who's left standing beside you

that matters most.

I'm so happy that you're standing beside me.