START: Andrew: Blythe!

Barrymore: Rallenberg!

Andrew: Tonight—Hamlet! Barrymore: The Dane!

Andrew: The Bard!

Barrymore: The bottle!

Andrew: The best!

[... … …]

END: Barrymore: And I stood in the light, before a crowd fully prepared to dismiss, deride, and to depart. And I shook them, I wooed them, and I said, yes, you will stay, and yes, you will remember! And for one moment in my life, I used all that I knew, every shred of talent, every ounce of gall! I was John Barrymore! And for those sacred evenings, there was no shame. I played Hamlet! Have you? (By the end of this speech Barrymore is utterly drained; he staggers to a chair. His battle with Andrew has stunned both of them, and neither can speak. After a pause, the doorbell buzzes. Andrew goes to the intercom.)

Andrew: (Into the