Scene 3

Selene: Okay, Sherlock, you are on!

Sherlock: (removes his helmet and gives it to Deidre)

Selene: ACTION!

Sherlock: (goes to the set, puts his hand on his chest and looks directly at the light)
(softly)
Sweet moon, I thank you for the thy beams,
I thank you, moon, for shining now so bright;
For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering beams
(smiles)
I trust to take of truest Thisbe sight.

(looks down, sees the mantle and freezes)
But stay- O disaster!
But mark, poor knight,
What dreadful reason for sorrow is here!

(kneels down)
Eyes, do you see?
How can it be?

(grabs the mantle)
O dainty duck, O dear!
Thy mantle good-
What, stained with blood?
Approach, ye Furies fell!
O Fates, come, come,
Cut everything,
Destroy, crush, conclude, and kill!

Wiggins: Wow, Mr. Holmes is really good at memorizing his lines.

Deidre: I wonder, did he pass History when he was younger...?

Selene: Quiet!

Sherlock: O, wherefore, Nature, didst thou lions make?
(tears form in his eyes)
Since lion vile hath here devoured my dear?
Which is...
(pause, thinks for a while)
no, no! which was the fairest dame
That lived, that loved,
(trembles)
that liked, that looked with cheer.

(cries)
Come, tears, destroy me;

(stops crying, put down the mantle and pulls out his sword)
Out, sword, and wound
The chest of Pyramus:
Ay, that left chest
Where heart doth hop.
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.

(stabs himself on his chest, hard)
(vomits blood from his mouth)
(weakly) Now am I dead,
Now...am I fled...

(splits out more blood)
My soul is in the sky...
Tongue....lose thy light...
Moon, take thy flight...
Now die, die, die, die....die.

(lies down and closes his eyes)

Beth: (suddenly comes out from nowhere and spots Sherlock)
Asleep, my love?

(kneels down and shakes Sherlock a little)
(eyes widens as she sees the blood)
What, dead, my dove?

(shakes Sherlock more)
O Pyramus, arise!

(stop shaking)
Speak....speak! Quite dumb?
Dead, dead? A tomb

(chokes back her tears)
Must cover thy sweet eyes.
These lily lips,
This cherry nose,
These yellow cowslip cheeks,

(touching Sherlock's cheeks)
Are gone,
(crying)
are gone.
Lovers, make moan-
His eyes were blue as sky.

(looks up to the sky)
(softly) O Sisters three,
Come, come to me
With hands as pale as milk;
Lay them in gore,
Since you have cut
With shears his thread of silk.
Tongue, not a word!

(removes Sherlock's sword from his chest)
Come, trusty sword,
Come, blade, my breast imbrue!

(stabs herself on her chest)
And...(coughs out blood) farewell, friends.
Thus...Thisbe...ends.
Adieu...adieu...adieu

(dies)

*****

Selene/Deidre: (stare with tears in their eyes)

Wiggins/Watson/Tennyson: (silent)

Selene/Deidre/Wiggins/Watson/Tennyson: (applaud)

Selene: CUT! Excellent! (wipes the eyes off her eyes)

Sherlock/Beth: (get up from the floor and bow)

Selene: Deidre, how did they manage to have blood in their mouth?

Deidre: Simple, this. (shows Selene a small packet of red liquid) I told them to put this in their mouths.

Selene: Cool. OK! Everyone, let's clean up!

****

In the dressing room...

Sherlock/Beth: (removing their makeup)

Selene: Great jobs, guys!

Sherlock/Beth: Thanks.

Beth: You know, Director? I am beginning to like this showbiz business.

Sherlock: Yes, when is our next movie, Director?

Selene: What?! (faints)

Beth: What's with her?

Sherlock: (shrugs his shoulders)