To Be or Not to Be Page #2

I have some very bad news for you.

The cat got him.

- Moska?

- Who?

Moska, your cat?

Yes. Moska, my cat.

Yes, yes. Moska ate Kishka.

I'm sorry to hear that. I love

that picture of you on the farm.

You behind the plow.

By the way, where was that?

- In the Chronicle.

- No, where's the farm?

Oh, the farm!

That's out of town somewhere.

That's where they keep them.

Oh, but that's enough talk about me.

Let's talk about you.

- How'd you like me in the first act?

- I thought you were sensational.

Oh! Flatterer.

- I bet you have girls chasing you.

- No, I don't.

You chase them?

Well, actually, I believe that

you really only fall in love once.

And when you do, you should dedicate

your whole life to that person.

Yes, I totally agree.

But on the other hand...

...I've always felt that love should

never stand in the way of a good time.

- How about you?

- I do like to have fun.

You do? What do you do for fun?

I fly a bomber.

- That's fun?

- Yes! There's nothing like it.

I climb into the cockpit, the engines

start to rev up, I'm in another world.

They sputter. They hum.

Then they thunder.

The plane moves forward,

taxiing down the runway slowly.

Faster, till the world becomes a blur,

rushing by at incredible speed.

My tail starts to rise. The roar of

the engines becomes deafening.

The plane shakes, pushing with

all its might to break free.

Then I'm off the ground!

Thrusting upward, upward into the sky.

Flying higher and higher

until I feel I can touch the sun.

- Would you like to see my bomber?

- Yes!

- Forgive me. I got carried away.

- You're not the only one.

- It's getting late in Denmark.

- You must go. I have to change.

- When can I see you again?

- Oh, dear, I don't know. I don't know.

SASHA:

He's doing Hamlet tomorrow night.

- How about tomorrow night?

- Great! Great!

- Same time?

- I don't know. All right.

Mrs. Bronski. Anna, may I...?

Yes? Yes?

- May I kiss you good night?

- Of course.

Gee, thanks a lot.

Oh, he's an animal!

Listen, honey...

- Are you all right?

- I'm fine.

- Then why are you on the floor?

- The floor? I'm on the floor?

Get me up.

I still can't believe what happened

last night. I can't believe it.

Bronski, will you please stop?!

Gets up and walks right out.

- Did it happen before?

- No.

All right. It happened last night,

it'll never happen again.

RAVITCH:

O heavy burthen!

I hear the handsome

young prince coming.

Let us withdraw, my lord.

To be...

...or not to be.

That is the question.

- Excuse me.

- Whether 'tis no...

- No...

- Excuse me.

- Pardon me.

- No...!

- Bler in the mind

to suffer the slings and arrows...

...of outrageous fortune.

Or to take arms against a sea of...

- A sea of... A sea of...

- Troubles!

Ow!

...troubles...

- Enter Andre Sobinski.

- Exit Sasha Kinski.

- Won't you sit down, lieutenant?

- There isn't time.

- What?

- Mrs. Bronski.

Anna, my squadron

has been put on alert.

I've done something that I hope

you won't think is too bold.

- I'm sure it isn't.

- Good.

I've written a letter to your husband,

telling him how we feel.

You what?

- It's the decent and honorable thing.

- And a stupid thing.

- You're right. That is stupid.

- I'm glad you changed your mind.

I should've followed

my first instinct.

- What was that?

- To be a man. To tell him in person.

Andre, let's think this out.

If we tell him now,

all we'll do is hurt him.

I know what you're feeling

and what I'm feeling.

If those feelings grow,

if they get deeper...

...and we find ourselves

hopelessly in love...

...then we'll hurt him.

- I'll tell him now.

- Listen to me.

[KNOCKING]

Anna, it's war.

- War?

- Let me see that.

"German troops crossed the Polish

border at several points today. "

- I've gotta get back to my squadron.

- People are gonna kill each other.

- Andre.

- Goodbye, Anna.

Andre, come back.

Don't worry, I will.

I have to see you again.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

That poor boy.

All of them.

- Anna, have you heard?

- It seems impossible, doesn't it?

- Does the audience know?

- No. Let's make an announcement.

Stabbed in the back.

I don't believe it.

I don't believe it.

I know, I know. Isn't it terrible?

Terrible? It's more than terrible.

It's the worst thing

that's ever happened. It's the end.

No. It isn't. It just mustn't be.

That man, I hate him!

I hate him too. Everybody hates him.

All Europe hates him.

They should.

I mean, two nights in a row!

Two nights in a row?

What are you talking about?

He walked out on me again!

Bronski, Bronski! Can't you forget

about you for one minute?

My God, war. What's happening?

What's going on?

- We've been invaded.

- This could be the end of Poland.

This is bad too.

[AIR RAID SIREN WAILS]

MAN:
Air raid!

- Mutki.

Everybody to the cellar!

To the cellar!

[BOMB HITS]

- A bomb!

- Ka-boom. Oy, oy, oy!

[AIR RAID SIREN WAILS]

What's going on?

All right. Don't panic.

You'll get your costume.

It's war! The Germans are bombing us.

- Hurry up.

- Come on.

- Hurry up!

- Is everybody here?

[BOMB HITS]

What did we do to them?

Nothing.

We don't have to do anything.

Poland, the doormat of Europe.

Everybody steps on us.

If it isn't the Russians,

it's the Germans.

[BOMB HITS]

Listen. I wish we could do something.

What can we do?

We'll do what

a theatrical company should do.

We'll hide till it's over.

[BOMB HITS]

NARRATOR:
Warsaw is almost leveled

as the Luftwaffe relentlessly pounds...

... the Polish capital into rubble.

A stunned Poland, unprepared

for the mighty German war machine...

... is brought to its knees

in less than three weeks.

Poland surrenders, but the fight

is carried on from England...

... by the Polish squadron of the R.A.F.

[SINGING IN POLISH]

Forgive me, but just hearing that song

took me back to Warsaw.

My regret is that I'm too old

to do the splendid things...

...that you brave young men

do for Poland.

Professor Siletski, your radio

speeches on The Voice of Free Poland...

...are worth a thousand bombs.

Thank you, but I won't be doing

them again for a while.

- Why is that?

- You see, I'm leaving for...

- I'm going on a little trip.

- Where to, professor?

Thank you for the fine supper

and wonderful songs.

- It's a secret mission.

- Please.

- You're going to Poland, aren't you?

- Are you going to Krakw?

I can't tell you any more.

I shouldn't have mentioned it.

- You didn't.

- We coerced you.

My wife's in Krakw.

If you could...

I understand, but I cannot jeopardize

the purpose of my trip.

Not one of us would

mention a word...

All right. If I can't trust you,

whom can I trust?

Write down the names and addresses

of your people and I'll do what I can.

My family got out of Poland,

but there's someone still in Warsaw.

Can you handle a delicate matter?

- Is there a lady involved?

- Exactly.

- You want to contact her?

- Without her husband knowing.

That is delicate.

What is the message?

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