Act. WAH Scene TERR

Lights up.

Two people come out on opposite ends of the stage.

They are transfixed.

Things become clearer.

We recognized them.

It is Hamlet and Ophelia. 

Hamlet looks as if he has been through a way zone and shot 234928384020348 times.

Ophelia looks as if she has had all the blood sucked out of her and held on water for a million trillion years.

They walk towards each other... but do not see each other... 

They walk closer and closer and closer and closer and closer and closer and closer and they pass each other. 

There is a SLIGHTSLIGHTSLIGHTSLIGHTSLIGHT pause. It is not recognized by the audience. That's how fucking small this pause is.

In that pause is a moment of realizing someone is there.

They keep walking slowly to thier ends of the stage.

Once they get there. They stop. And take a long turn around and lock eyes.

They recognize each other.

They walk VERY slowly to each other. 

They are face to face.

Hamlet. My Ophelia. Oh... My Ophelia. 

Hamlet lifts his hand to touch Ophelia's face.

Ophelia violently grabs it.

Ophelia. What the fuck you think you're doing? You know what I've been through. I loved you. Mother Fucker. 

Ophelia Spits in Hamlet's Face.

Ophelia Twists Hamlets hand so much his arm breaks.

Ophelia Kicks him in the chest so he falls to the ground. 

Blood comes pouring out of Hamlets mouth. In a whisper we hear him say.

Hamlet. I am standing water.

Ophelia. I'll teach you to flow. 

Ophelia takes her bare foot and steps on Hamlet's throat until it goes through to the ground. She lifts her foot back out of it and continues walking.

Hamlet is left alone on stage.

He sings forever... or until the house is empty... or until some audience member dies... or until Abraham Lincoln raises from the dead... or until Ophelia apologizes... Or until the world ends.

Hamlet. Tomorrow is saint valentines. and I a maid at your window to be your valentine and up she rose and dawn'd her clothes and up'd the chamber door... (Etc)

END