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[0:00] Sarah Stiles: Hey guys, this is Sarah Stiles.

[0:02] Sarah Stiles: I am so excited to welcome you to Bleeding Love.

[0:06] Sarah Stiles: Bleeding Love is set in a world where people are cloistered inside because it's too dangerous to go out.

[0:12] Sarah Stiles: Hmm. Well, that sounds familiar.

[0:15] Sarah Stiles: Most of the songs were recorded before the current pandemic, but all of the actors, and we have an amazing cast, recorded their dialogue in their homes, cloistered inside because it's too dangerous to go out.

[0:28] Sarah Stiles: Broadway may have shut down for now, but you can't stop musical theater.

[0:33] Sarah Stiles: Our story takes place on Kingfisher Avenue.

[0:37] Sarah Stiles: A residential street in a nearly deserted post-apocalyptic metropolis.

[0:41] Sarah Stiles: It's always night, and it often snows.

[0:45] Sarah Stiles: A spindly teenage girl, that's me, looks out from the third floor window of a decrepit Victorian era brownstone.

[0:53] Sarah Stiles: She's practicing the cello.

[1:15] Sarah Stiles: Uneven pavement.

[1:19] Sarah Stiles: Some might say.

[1:20] Sarah Stiles: You could break your neck going from there to here.

[1:23] Sarah Stiles: I say there to here, because no one's gone from here to there in a long time.

[1:29] Sarah Stiles: No one leaves this building nowadays.

[1:32] Sarah Stiles: It's called the Halcyon, a word my wife told me when she was living.

[1:39] Sarah Stiles: A word that meant peaceful, happy.

[1:42] Sarah Stiles: Halcyon don't mean that no more.

[1:46] Sarah Stiles: Not to us, anyhow.

[1:51] Sarah Stiles: Each day, we make no snow daybreak.

[1:57] Sarah Stiles: Midnight.

[2:00] Sarah Stiles: It's now.

[2:01] Sarah Stiles: Same moon.

[2:02] Sarah Stiles: Sky's falling.

[2:05] Sarah Stiles: Pleasures.

[2:07] Sarah Stiles: Starving.

[2:08] Sarah Stiles: No trees.

[2:09] Sarah Stiles: No grass.

[2:11] Sarah Stiles: This too.

[2:12] Sarah Stiles: Shall not first drop me.

[2:15] Sarah Stiles: Thirteen.

[2:17] Sarah Stiles: Full.

[2:18] Sarah Stiles: Zero.

[2:19] Sarah Stiles: Nothing.

[2:21] Sarah Stiles: Can both dead out.

[2:23] Sarah Stiles: Hell no.

[2:24] Sarah Stiles: Hell has frozen.

[2:27] Sarah Stiles: God has chosen.

[2:30] Sarah Stiles: Faith breaths.

[2:31] Sarah Stiles: Hate time.

[2:32] Sarah Stiles: Tears freeze.

[2:38] Sarah Stiles: There's something being here.

[2:41] Sarah Stiles: And the sun may rise again.

[2:45] Sarah Stiles: How can a meat now would be a treat now?

[2:51] Sarah Stiles: And the sun can rise again.

[2:55] Sarah Stiles: It's still snowing.

[2:57] Sarah Stiles: No one's lived in the house even longer than Madame Floy.

[3:01] Sarah Stiles: Don't underplay the downbeat.

[3:03] Sarah Stiles: She taught music from the top floor of this luxury tenement until her final student moved away twelve long years ago.

[3:10] Sarah Stiles: What's your vibrato?

[3:12] Sarah Stiles: That was about the time her great niece arrived.

[3:15] Sarah Stiles: Special delivery.

[3:17] Sarah Stiles: Bronwyn, being newly orphaned, was sent to live with Madame Floy, who it turned out was her last lingering relative.

[3:24] Sarah Stiles: At the tender age of almost four, Bronwyn climbed that stoop and walked through those exterior doors, never to leave.

[3:32] Sarah Stiles: At least not yet.

[3:34] Sarah Stiles: Stop staring out that window, you're distracted.

[3:37] Sarah Stiles: I'm not.

[3:38] Sarah Stiles: Move your chair next to my bed.

[3:40] Sarah Stiles: Don't make me sit over there, Auntie.

[3:42] Sarah Stiles: I might miss something.

[3:43] Sarah Stiles: Burnt-out buildings, broken glass.

[3:46] Sarah Stiles: Nothing out there's worth looking at.

[3:49] Sarah Stiles: How can you say that?

[3:50] Sarah Stiles: When I was a child prodigy, we had sunlight.

[3:54] Sarah Stiles: We had blue skies and fields of green.

[3:57] Sarah Stiles: Did we sit in front of windows?

[3:59] Sarah Stiles: Did you?

[4:00] Sarah Stiles: No!

[4:02] Sarah Stiles: We practiced in dusty rooms and cement basements.

[4:06] Sarah Stiles: We sacrificed our lives, poor La Moussi.

[4:09] Sarah Stiles: You've locked me in here for twelve years.

[4:12] Sarah Stiles: At least let me look outside.

[4:14] Sarah Stiles: What for?

[4:16] Sarah Stiles: Outlaws, hooligans and wild drug fiends.

[4:19] Sarah Stiles: That's what's talking those avenues.

[4:21] Sarah Stiles: Outlaws, hooligans and wild drug fiends, they'll rip you, then they'll kill you, then now take your shoes.

[4:28] Sarah Stiles: But Auntie, you haven't been out in how long?

[4:31] Sarah Stiles: I've been watching for years and I've never seen anyone.

[4:35] Sarah Stiles: Outlaws, hooligans and wild drug fiends, each one looking to start a fight.

[4:40] Sarah Stiles: Outlaws, hooligans and wild drug fiends, they'll slash you, then they'll bash you when they're not polite.

[4:46] Sarah Stiles: If you went outside, then who'd protect you?

[4:49] Sarah Stiles: There are things I won't subject you to.

[4:53] Sarah Stiles: That's what I do.

[4:55] Sarah Stiles: Don't you know outside is only danger?

[4:59] Sarah Stiles: Say you matter work and stranger.

[5:02] Sarah Stiles: And this fellow broke your cello.

[5:05] Sarah Stiles: Hello, outlaws, hooligans and wild drug fiends, high as a kite while drunk on booze.

[5:11] Sarah Stiles: Outlaws, hooligans and wild drug fiends.

[5:13] Sarah Stiles: Seriously Bronwyn, they will take your shoes.

[5:18] Sarah Stiles: White toes, blue hats, white nose, chaplets, dry mouth, summer, four south.

[5:27] Sarah Stiles: While we suffer, life gets tougher.

[5:33] Sarah Stiles: Dishes, out of my kill Snowfield outside the shelter.

[5:41] Sarah Stiles: It's healthier skelter.

[5:44] Sarah Stiles: And the sun noise again.

[5:58] Sarah Stiles: It's still sleeting.

[6:00] Sarah Stiles: Years ago, when the climate started turning bitter, most folks headed south.

[6:05] Sarah Stiles: Way, way south.

[6:06] Sarah Stiles: One moment, father.

[6:08] Sarah Stiles: Like other holdouts, I spent those final shrinking days stockpiling foodstuffs.

[6:13] Sarah Stiles: Three locks to go.

[6:14] Sarah Stiles: With severe rationing, we've survived.

[6:17] Sarah Stiles: But supplies are dwindling.

[6:19] Sarah Stiles: But outlaws, hooligans, and wild drug fiends.

[6:23] Sarah Stiles: Looks like a back from oblivion.

[6:25] Sarah Stiles: Outlaws, hooligans, and wild drug fiends.

[6:28] Sarah Stiles: They'll take what they can take, but they won't take my gun.

[6:31] Sarah Stiles: I swept up all the stairs while you're out.

[6:33] Sarah Stiles: I'm a real good sweeper, aren't I, father?

[6:36] Sarah Stiles: Outlaws, hooligans, and wild drug fiends.

[6:39] Sarah Stiles: Those damn morons are real damn close.

[6:41] Sarah Stiles: Outlaws, hooligans, and wild drug fiends, the criminals and bastards.

[6:45] Sarah Stiles: And the really gross.

[6:47] Sarah Stiles: How many did you see this time?

[6:49] Sarah Stiles: Just two.

[6:50] Sarah Stiles: But they were mean and ugly looking.

[6:52] Sarah Stiles: Look!

[6:53] Sarah Stiles: That's lots and lots of stuff.

[6:54] Sarah Stiles: I found an unmolested pantry in a tenement a few miles out.

[6:58] Sarah Stiles: Put it in the stockpile.

[7:00] Sarah Stiles: One can of sauerkraut, one can of canned kale, one can of ravioli, canned fruit cocktail, green jalapeno, canned toll chicken, healthy weight, cat food, spotted dick in a can.

[7:12] Sarah Stiles: What's flann?

[7:13] Sarah Stiles: Canned fish, mouth, canned fresh snail, canned rattlesnake, canned fruit, cocktail, canned fruit, cocktail, can fruit cartel, came fruit, cocktail, came fruit, cocktail, canned cheeseburger, mmm.

[7:24] Sarah Stiles: Where's your broom?

[7:25] Sarah Stiles: Uh must have left it somewhere.

[7:26] Sarah Stiles: On the top floor?

[7:27] Sarah Stiles: Were you hovering outside that apartment?

[7:29] Sarah Stiles: No, promise.

[7:30] Sarah Stiles: You leave be that old lady and her scrubby little niece.

[7:34] Sarah Stiles: I can't bother them.

[7:35] Sarah Stiles: They don't ever ever come out.

[7:37] Sarah Stiles: Leave some of that canned fruit cocktail outside their door.

[7:40] Sarah Stiles: And fetch your broom.

[7:42] Sarah Stiles: Across the street is another building.

[7:44] Sarah Stiles: Still badly damaged from a fire a few years back.

[7:48] Sarah Stiles: Uninhabitable, but that don't stop squatters.

[7:51] Sarah Stiles: Shut up!

[7:52] Sarah Stiles: But Lolli baby, I didn't say nothing.

[7:55] Sarah Stiles: I'm sick of listening to your teeth chattering and clattering.

[7:57] Sarah Stiles: It's so shivery.

[7:59] Sarah Stiles: Need me to get you hot?

[8:01] Sarah Stiles: Uh-huh.

[8:02] Sarah Stiles: Slobber slobber.

[8:04] Sarah Stiles: Oh yeah, Puppy.

[8:05] Sarah Stiles: Yeah.

[8:06] Sarah Stiles: Yeah!

[8:08] Sarah Stiles: I need a Lolli.

[8:10] Sarah Stiles: Also that building might have something in it.

[8:15] Sarah Stiles: Pantries, patties and some more crannies.

[8:18] Sarah Stiles: That's what's usually up in there.

[8:21] Sarah Stiles: Pantries, patties and some more grannies.

[8:23] Sarah Stiles: Come on, I know we look inside.

[8:26] Sarah Stiles: The hair.

[8:26] Sarah Stiles: Pantries, patties and some more patties.

[8:29] Sarah Stiles: Not like we got a lot of options here.

[8:32] Sarah Stiles: Pantries, canties and some more badnies.

[8:38] Sarah Stiles: Bronwyn?

[8:40] Sarah Stiles: Listen to me.

[8:41] Sarah Stiles: You'll never see anyone outside that window.

[8:44] Sarah Stiles: Auntie, outside.

[8:46] Sarah Stiles: I see.

[8:47] Sarah Stiles: I see what?

[8:49] Sarah Stiles: People.

[8:50] Sarah Stiles: What's taking so long?

[8:53] Sarah Stiles: It must be bolted shut.

[8:54] Sarah Stiles: Break it!

[8:56] Sarah Stiles: Ow!

[8:57] Sarah Stiles: I can't.

[8:58] Sarah Stiles: I'm so cold you can't bust a window what kind of puppy are you Okay okay Ow someone who really loved me could smash that thing Ow Lolli baby That's it you're giving up I I I can't do it you don't love me you don't love me I do love you I love you prove it how do you I gotta think of everything looking at her lollipop Lolli got an idea I want a rose rose nothing says I love you better than a single red rose aren't those just like in fairy tales bring me a rose a red rose that's impossible there's no plants baby nothing grows no more bring me a rose a red unreasonable bring me a rhythm do it otherwise take this because it's the only Lolli you'll ever get you know what you can do with that don't you suck it I'm out Lolli baby suck it Lolli I need booze.

[10:39] Sarah Stiles: Bronwyn found her thoughts kept returning to this strange vision of love outside her window.

[10:45] Sarah Stiles: Auntie, were you ever in love?

[10:48] Sarah Stiles: Many times.

[10:49] Sarah Stiles: What's it like?

[10:51] Sarah Stiles: Love announces it so like a cuckoo clock striking the hours with small bellows and pipes that imitate the call of a common bird.

[11:02] Sarah Stiles: Also, it's pendulum driven.

[11:05] Sarah Stiles: But this love outside Bronwyn's window was so different than the stories she would hear from her great aunt, and much more real.

[11:12] Sarah Stiles: Time for your shy.

[11:14] Sarah Stiles: Was that the cuckoo already?

[11:16] Sarah Stiles: That was the cuckoo.

[11:17] Sarah Stiles: Here we go.

[11:21] Sarah Stiles: Bronwyn had come to think of love the way that she felt about daylight.

[11:25] Sarah Stiles: Something distant, extinct, something she could never know.

[11:30] Sarah Stiles: But now she wasn't so sure.

[11:33] Sarah Stiles: How strange this boy sees that as love.

[11:39] Sarah Stiles: Is that love?

[11:41] Sarah Stiles: Can that be love?

[11:43] Sarah Stiles: To him, love is cold and harsh as winter.

[11:49] Sarah Stiles: But to me, if I ever felt it, I think it would be warmer.

[11:55] Sarah Stiles: Yes, I'm sure it must be warmer, like a sun.

[12:01] Sarah Stiles: The sun never rose, and a rose is a fantasy.

[12:06] Sarah Stiles: Could anything get this frozen man to see beyond the nore?

[12:12] Sarah Stiles: All I've been is scared.

[12:15] Sarah Stiles: So I've never dared.

[12:19] Sarah Stiles: But maybe I could see if he might actually feel war.

[12:29] Sarah Stiles: No change.

[12:35] Sarah Stiles: Substance.

[12:42] Sarah Stiles: I was until we miss content.

[12:56] Sarah Stiles: And the sun can rise again.

[13:12] Bronwyn: There was a time I remember. If you showed me a crack in the sidewalk, I'd show you a weed fighting to break through. But there's no weeds. Not here, not now, not fighting to break through nor otherwise. Nothing grows no more. And most of us are tired of fighting. My rifle's dirty.

[13:54] Sweet William: sets the can of fruit cocktail outside Madame Floy's door. He gets his broom and sweeps the stairwell of the house here. Woo! Bronwyn!

[14:05] Bronwyn: In her slippers and shawl, Bronwyn stands before him, about to step out of her apartment. I'm not going outside.

[14:12] Sweet William: Well, you're in the stairs.

[14:13] Bronwyn: Stairwell.

[14:14] Sweet William: You better not say anything to Auntie Floyd or your father.

[14:17] Bronwyn: Like what?

[14:17] Sweet William: Like, don't say I'm going outside, because I'm definitely not doing that.

[14:21] Bronwyn: Father would be super super mad if you went outside, I mean.

[14:25] Sweet William: Get it. Get it why I said it like that. Super super mad. Cause he's a super.

[14:30] Bronwyn: Uh-huh. You want some glue?

[14:32] Sweet William: I'm full, thanks. I'm glad you popped out. You never ever pop out.

[14:36] Bronwyn: I know, because I'm always tootling out here. In fact, sometimes when I'm outside your door, I think, ooh, it sure would be nice if brilliant, beautiful Bronwyn popped out so we could have us a chat.

[14:45] Sweet William: I like chatting with you, sweet William.

[14:49] Bronwyn: You called me sweet William.

[14:51] Sweet William: That's your name. Sweet William's a flower.

[14:54] Bronwyn: I'm a flower. My mother did that. She liked flowers a lot. When she was alive, I mean.

[15:00] Sweet William: Hey, you know about the greenhouse on the roof?

[15:02] Bronwyn: Heard about it. But you never saw it.

[15:05] Sweet William: Wanna see it?

[15:06] Bronwyn: We can't go on the roof.

[15:07] Sweet William: No one can.

[15:08] Bronwyn: It's locked.

[15:09] Sweet William: Your father keeps the key.

[15:12] Bronwyn: Where'd you get that?

[15:13] Sweet William: Shh. Stole it. Took it right off old father's neck while he was snoring.

[15:18] Bronwyn: Father has lots and lots of rules. Don't bother him when he's polishing rifles, that's one. Two, don't go on the greenhouse on the roof. It was my mother's greenhouse. She loved it up there.

[15:29] Sweet William: Ooh, I sure would like to show you that greenhouse, brilliant, beautiful Bronwyn.

[15:33] Bronwyn: What's going on up there?

[15:35] Sweet William: Your father, quick, hide the key.

[15:40] Bronwyn: Hmm. Hello. Ooh, that's a sparkling rifle, father.

[15:47] The Super: Two naughty minds shaping shenanigans in the stairwell, I see. William! I said not to hover up here!

[15:54] Sweet William: Not hovering, I'm sweeping, father. See? See?

[15:57] The Super: I'm afraid it's my fault. You sneaking out while the old lady's conked.

[16:04] Sweet William: Not sneaking out. She's not sneaking out, father. There's nowhere to go. It's too dangerous outside, and you won't let us go to the greenhouse.

[16:10] The Super: We were just doing some eating, right? Sweet William, where's the uh where's the glue?

[16:19] Sweet William: Here.

[16:21] The Super: Oh, it's okay. Just dip your finger in and slurp it off. That's what I do.

[16:31] Sweet William: Yum. I came up from the basement because I thought I heard an intruder.

[16:36] The Super: No intruder. No intruder. This building hasn't had intruders for a long time. Not since mother died. That's enough about that. Don't be mad, father. That sure is a sparkling rifle.

[16:50] The Super: I like my rifles clean. They get dirty so fast. Brunwyn, you'd best get back to your flat where it's safe for a spindly young gal. And don't let me catch you doing nothing foolish. It's a mean world full of bad people. And you don't got no rifle.

[17:18] Sweet William: Your father's scary.

[17:20] Bronwyn: Oh, he don't mean nothing by it. So, hey, you want to go up there? On the roof, I mean, to the greenhouse.

[17:26] Sweet William: I have to do something. I can't say what.

[17:28] Bronwyn: What?

[17:28] Sweet William: I can't say.

[17:30] Bronwyn: Take me with you, brilliant, beautiful Bronwin. I'll protect you.

[17:33] Sweet William: How?

[17:34] Bronwyn: You don't got no rifle.

[17:36] Sweet William: Well, I got sweeping to do anyways.

[17:40] Bronwyn: Bronwyn creeps down the stairs to the ground floor. In the vestibule, she tentatively opens the exterior door.

[17:51] Bronwyn: And almost, almost steps outside. When I walked up to this stoop for the first time and the last when I was nearly four, I looked back from this door, and I think I saw, I think, no, I know I saw, I think, Twilight.

[18:36] Bronwyn: I dream one day I'll see again. Maybe just one fleck. Someday will come again through the clouds and through the dreck. Somehow in the air. Magical will be near, and then through the darkness will appear. A tiny tiny speck of twilight. The light would spread across the sky and gently melt the earth and then instead we won't ask why we'll just enjoy a world reverse and the ground would thaw dancing with the tide, and then people would no longer hug they'd come outside to see that speck of twilight if I could bring back that speck of twilight, maybe that would bring back love, or if I found one speck of love, then twilight might pick its head from above all they need is one small rose.

[20:35] Bronwyn: Well, that is not that much, and from one seed, oh gosh, who knows? A brilliant spring, a laugh, a touch, somehow one the breeze flacks of light would glow somehow with seedling's love, would grow and grow and grow and grow from just one small but potent tiny speck of Twilight.

[20:47] Puppy: On the fire escape of the burnt out tenement across the street. A badass babe sucks on a lollipop. I know I'm this total badass babe. That don't mean you gotta run from me. I can be kind as a kitten when I want. What's wrong? Why don't you step outside?

[21:51] Puppy: You have a definite look. I've been cultivating it since birth, baby. Are you an outlaw or a hooligan or a wild drug fiend?

[22:00] Bronwyn: Yeah.

[22:01] Puppy: You're a gawker.

[22:02] Bronwyn: What?

[22:03] Puppy: Gawk gawk gawk! I saw you up in that window gawking.

[22:07] Bronwyn: That's not true. I it's cool, baby. I like putting on a show. But show's over, folks. Why do you keep looking around? Are you expecting someone?

[22:17] Puppy: Expecting someone? Me? Where's that guy? My ex that punk skinhead? He's not even a true skinhead. He likes his hair too much to shave it off. So he uses a number three clip guard. Loser. I booted him. He's gone. I hope his blood freezes. And if you spy him with your little gawkers eyes, tell him not to come round here no more. Cause I'm not never ever taking that sucker back.

[22:52] Bronwyn: Shoot.

[22:53] Puppy: Bronwyn watches as Puppy in his trapper trooper hat lumbers through the snow, gulping gulps from a bottle of whiskey. A hundred thousand times I'm sorry. I bleeding my love. I die without you.

[23:36] Puppy: Watch me strip off my jacket. Without your warmth, I'd rather freeze baby please. Watch me rip up my t-shirt. I'm naked high both the McDonald take my breath. Watch me rip up my pants. Who needs legs of my soul pairs? To walk this for you. The only one is here.

[24:13] Puppy: I'm Puppy pours whiskey over his body, then smashes the bottle on a dumpster. Watch as I cut my arm up. Who needs arms when my heart's got away? Oh this teams do when they other vein now. Who needs blood when my heart don't beat? It's just me. Watch me put your chest, split it awide, come look inside, and see my straining heart. Let the training sight.

[25:57] Lolli: Lolly finishes her lolly and flings the stick in the air. She slips through the tenement window, bolting it shut behind her. And Puppy collapses in the snow. Leave me for day. Let the snow turn red.

[26:18] ♪ Musical number: "Let It Tattoo the Earth" — performed by Company ♪

[27:06] Bronwyn: Hey.

[27:06] Puppy: Hey.

[27:06] Puppy: You'll freeze if you stay out there.

[27:16] Bronwyn: You'll be warmer here.

[27:19] Puppy: Here?

[27:19] Bronwyn: We don't go inside.

[27:21] Puppy: Shhh, this is inside.

[27:22] Bronwyn: This is stairs, man. I uh I live with my auntie. She's bedridden. She doesn't allow me to have boys over. And there's a super in the building with a thing for rifles.

[27:33] Puppy: Hey, you got anything like booze? I'm a booze hound. I need booze.

[27:39] Bronwyn: You mean liquid spirits? We're fresh out.

[27:42] Bronwyn: I'm Bronwyn.

[27:46] Puppy: Ew. I'm a mess.

[27:49] Bronwyn: You're tall. Uh, we have to get you cleaned up. I guess you can come into the flat, but keep it down and try not to bleed on anything.

[28:23] Bronwyn: Shh.

[28:23] Bronwyn: May I take your hat?

[28:25] Puppy: My trooper trapper trap a trooper hat.

[28:28] Bronwyn: I'm preparing you a bath.

[28:29] Puppy: She can't wear a hat in the bathtub.

[28:32] Bronwyn: You're nice. What makes you nice when I'm so disgusting?

[28:36] Puppy: Just Anne, I guess.

[28:43] Puppy: You want to touch my head?

[28:46] Bronwyn: Why?

[28:46] Puppy: Girls like to do that.

[28:48] Bronwyn: Uh your bath's ready.

[28:50] Tony Vincent: As Puppy strips out of his clothes and slides into the tub, Bronwyn hides the trapper trooper hat beneath a cushion in the sight.

[28:59] Sarah Stiles: You should have touched it when you had the chance.

[29:01] Tony Vincent: What?

[29:02] Sarah Stiles: You're staring at my head, man.

[29:03] Tony Vincent: Why'd you shave it?

[29:06] Sarah Stiles: Okay, so I'm combing my hair one day. I had great hair. Lolly sees me and goes, spending all that time in front of the mirror, you love your hair more than me.

[29:17] Tony Vincent: Well, one of them had to go.

[29:22] Sarah Stiles: Excuse me for saying, but that Lolly, she seems like a real stinker.

[29:25] Tony Vincent: Who's big and bad?

[29:28] Sarah Stiles: I am. I'm a big bad baby. I was retired, and I ruined everything.

[29:37] Tony Vincent: I love her.

[29:39] Sarah Stiles: I don't think love's supposed to hurt so much.

[29:42] Tony Vincent: What do you know about it?

[29:44] Sarah Stiles: Uh, have you ever even been kissed?

[29:47] Tony Vincent: I've basically never been outside this building, but I've seen a lot. Love's a razor, slice and open my veins.

[29:57] Sarah Stiles: Don't cry. My heart's like completely mangled, and I got no hair.

[30:02] Puppy: I gotta try! I can make it better. Gold. Okay, maybe not me, but my music can. Let me get my cello.

[30:10] Puppy: I'm gonna be sick again.

[30:12] Bronwyn: They say music's good for the heart.

[30:28] Bronwyn: Ta-da! Music's useless.

[30:31] Puppy: Useless? My only hope is to find a single red rose.

[30:37] Bronwyn: Nothing does. It's cold and there's no sunlight. Haven't you like heard of a metaphor for the impossible?

[30:43] Puppy: Man, that's the whole entire whoa.

[30:47] Puppy: Whoa, whoa! What is that?

[30:57] Puppy: Did she say real?

[30:58] Bronwyn: She said red rose. That's that. This isn't. This is just wire and paint. It scratches off, see? It only looks like a flower.

[31:07] Puppy: I thought you were nice.

[31:09] Bronwyn: I am. Someone nice would give me that flower, so once again, I may know the miracle that's true love.

[31:15] Puppy: Yeah. Uh, but cruel!

[31:18] Bronwyn: Cruel! You're just like the rest of the world.

[31:20] Puppy: Don't say that.

[31:26] Bronwyn: If I give it to you, you'll give it to her and she'll take you back.

[31:29] Puppy: That's kind of what I'm going for, man.

[31:31] Bronwyn: Uh but what about what? Maybe she'll like it. Like she likes, well, drugs.

[31:41] Puppy: A good imitation. See, it's got no bugs. And since we live when nothing grows, take this plastic rose.

[32:00] Bronwyn: Can you tell the difference between false and real?

[32:07] Puppy: You tell by the scent and in the way they feel. Unblock your senses then it shows. Take this plastic rose.

[32:30] Puppy: And it makes you bleed. Maybe what you're wanting isn't one you need.

[32:40] Bronwyn: Don't go the way you plant. Then fate can offer you. So take it. It's yours. It's such an easy gift. Go give it to her, and how she feels might shift.

[33:08] Bronwyn: Sorry I called you cruel. Now I see you have a good pure heart.

[33:13] Puppy: A pure heart. Where's my trooper trap a trap a trooper hat?

[33:18] Bronwyn: Oh, where could it have gone to? I must be here someplace.

[33:32] Puppy: Uh got a jet man.

[33:32] Bronwyn: Puppy!

[33:34] Puppy: is gone.

[33:36] Bronwyn: goes to the window and sees him trudging away from the Halcyon.

[33:41] Lolli: appears on the fire escape of the tenement across the street.

[33:46] Puppy: presents Lolli with the rose.

[33:49] ♪ Musical number: "Plastic" — performed by Lolli ♪

[33:54] Lolli: kicks the plastic rose into the snowy street and goes back inside.

[33:59] Puppy: rejected, huddles next to a dumpster.

[34:02] Bronwyn: looking on from the Halcyon, opens her window.

[34:06] Bronwyn: See me tomorrow. I'll get you a real rose. Cross my good pure heart.

[34:16] Puppy: Does he smile? When all that's left is faking has no worse. Might a seed still wake underneath the earth. Maybe who knows.

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[35:14] Sweet William: She discovers Sweet William with mop and pale sprinkling cleanser on a puddle of Puppy's vomit in the stairwell.

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[35:22] Sweet William: There are 27 different categories of filth. I know, because I'm a sweeper. I do lots of sweeping, and I see all sorts of filth, and there are 27 different categories. And whenever I find a new one, I come up with a name for it.

[35:35] Sweet William: There's Slubber Degullion and there's Schnauber Dougle.

[35:37] Bronwyn: What's that?

[35:39] Sweet William: Up Chuck.

[35:41] Bronwyn: Who was that guy?

[35:42] Sweet William: What guy? He looked like filth to me. I even came up with a name for him because he's his own category, but it is a filthy word, so I won't say it in front of you.

[35:53] Bronwyn: Will you show me the greenhouse?

[35:55] Sweet William: I don't want to do that. Not no more.

[35:56] Bronwyn: Does it have roses?

[35:57] Sweet William: Definitely. Red roses. Mother grew everything.

[36:01] Bronwyn: I don't think she'd like you in her greenhouse, Bronwyn.

[36:05] Sweet William: Not so long ago. You wanted to take me up there. You wanted to.

[36:08] Bronwyn: I'm cleaning this right now.

[36:10] Sweet William: But cleaning that guy is just a guy. He hurt himself. I helped him wash the blood off. That's all.

[36:20] Bronwyn: You lied. You said you weren't going outside.

[36:22] Sweet William: I'm definitely not doing that.

[36:24] Bronwyn: That's what you said.

[36:25] Sweet William: I never left this building.

[36:38] Bronwyn: And you still got the key? Do you go up there a lot?

[36:42] Sweet William: I mean, I know you used to. You spent a lot of time up there with your mother before when you were little.

[36:48] Bronwyn: But it was so beautiful up there. Lilacs and daisies and Heather protected the roof.

[36:56] Sweet William: Up there. Mother would work through the weather like she's weatherproof.

[37:03] Bronwyn: Up there. Doors were unlocked so the neighbors could visit. Nobody knocked, isn't neighborly, is it? Didn't care a thing. She tended to them and sang.

[37:40] Sweet William: Feel at home.

[37:43] Bronwyn: Up there.

[37:45] Sweet William: Shh, I think I hear her father.

[37:47] Bronwyn: Nah, he's way in his basement polishing rifles. Thank God for privacy down here.

[37:53] Sweet William: Don't have to watch for a neighbor who steals for God's sake.

[37:57] Sweet William: Down here. Eating the fruits of my labor like money was cake.

[38:03] Sweet William: Down here, the city's a danger. Lock up how I pleaded. Nothing would change her. Of course I conceded. While streets decayed, she stayed there on a parade.

[38:23] Sweet William: La da la she ignored what befell. She continued her spell, clutching the world of her own that she'd grow.

[38:42] Sweet William: Up there. Father was so different then. One day I came home. She had sent him for bread. I heard someone scared. I jumped out of my bed and I ran. I heard footsteps pounding the stairs. Such loud footsteps sounding like crazy.

[38:57] Sweet William: What I saw. I don't know what he saw. A husband never shoots my nails. I'm the gun, steel in my hand. Hold it back. Get off I demand and I shot. Just one shot. He was gone. One shot. One shot through two people. She was gone.

[39:24] Bronwyn: The only thing that goes on and on is the sound of the memory echoing.

[39:44] Sweet William: She grew a garden from under the ice.

[39:47] Sweet William: Somehow this love had become paradise.

[40:08] Sweet William: The world could be beautiful.

[40:10] Sweet William: She was so beautiful.

[40:25] Sweet William: It's a lovely tune.

[40:36] Sweet William: After that night, father strung up barbed wire and padlocked the door to the roof.

[40:48] Bronwyn: I painted a sign for him.

[40:50] Bronwyn: Intruders not welcome.

[40:52] Bronwyn: Emphasis on not.

[40:58] Sweet William: That's exactly how she used to sing it, too.

[41:01] Bronwyn: I'm sure your mother's voice was much prettier than mine.

[41:04] Sweet William: Yep.

[41:06] Bronwyn: Well, I still like hearing it from you though.

[41:09] Sweet William: Then I'll sing for you whenever you like.

[41:15] Bronwyn: Sorry I was beastly.

[41:18] Sweet William: Truly.

[41:19] Sweet William: I think mother would like for you to see her greenhouse.

[41:23] Sweet William: Brilliant, beautiful Bronwyn.

[41:28] Sweet William: pulls out the key and leads Bronwyn up the stairs to the greenhouse on the roof.

[41:43] Sweet William: Shh.

[41:44] Sweet William: I want for this to be our hideout.

[41:47] Sweet William: It can be our special secret place that only us two knows about, and only us two is allowed inside.

[41:53] Sweet William: Let's neither of us tell no one about it, never.

[41:56] Bronwyn: Promise.

[41:57] Bronwyn: Where's the lights?

[41:58] Sweet William: Oh dead.

[42:08] Bronwyn: Everything's dead.

[42:10] Bronwyn: But I remember how all the flowers were.

[42:13] Bronwyn: I'll tell you how it used to be so you can remember too.

[42:15] Bronwyn: Where are the red roses?

[42:17] Sweet William: Uh, uh oh, yeah, I recall exactly the location of the roses.

[42:22] Sweet William: I recall cause um mother always said roses in the east.

[42:31] Bronwyn: Nothing smells like it's supposed to.

[42:34] Bronwyn: That's not east.

[42:35] Sweet William: Oh.

[42:36] Sweet William: Ooh, what mother actually said was roses in the west.

[42:40] Sweet William: That's west.

[42:42] Bronwyn: Uh why bring me up here to see a bunch of dead plants?

[42:47] Sweet William: This is useless.

[42:49] Bronwyn: Don't be upset at the flowers.

[42:50] Bronwyn: They can't help it if they're dead.

[42:52] Sweet William: I'm not mad at the flowers.

[42:53] Sweet William: I'm mad at me.

[42:55] Sweet William: Where am I supposed to find a red rose now?

[42:59] Sweet William: Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb.

[43:02] Sweet William: I thought this would be our special secret.

[43:04] Sweet William: Just go if you want.

[43:06] Sweet William: Just go.

[43:06] Sweet William: strokes a dead plant.

[43:09] Sweet William: Its brittle leaves snap off and fall on his feet.

[43:12] Sweet William: We better get out of here before your father figures out we're missing.

[43:24] Sweet William: What's she doing?

[43:26] Sweet William: The flowers must be awfully lonesome without mother to sing to them.

[43:30] Sweet William: I'll sing and bring back all the colors and the smells, and then I won't have to remember anything anymore, because everything will be exactly how it was.

[43:37] Sweet William: Then you'll wish you were nice when I showed you this place.

[43:42] Sweet William: What if I brought my cello up here?

[43:45] Sweet William: Could that make the flower scroll?

[43:46] Bronwyn: Father would hear.

[43:47] Sweet William: He's down in the basement.

[43:48] Sweet William: Steal his rifles.

[43:50] Sweet William: I can play penisimo.

[43:51] Sweet William: Molto punissimo.

[43:53] Sweet William: Penisim Mississimo.

[43:55] Sweet William: He'll probably think I was in my flat anyway.

[43:57] Bronwyn: You're just being nice.

[43:58] Bronwyn: Let's go.

[43:59] Sweet William: This isn't how I thought it'd be.

[44:02] Bronwyn: Let's forget it.

[44:03] Sweet William: But you brought me all the way up here.

[44:05] Sweet William: So you went through the trouble of showing me your secret special special secret.

[44:10] Sweet William: Special secret hideout.

[44:11] Sweet William: I thought you liked me.

[44:14] Bronwyn: I really like you, brilliant, beautiful Bronwyn.

[44:18] Sweet William: I didn't think you really liked me.

[44:20] Bronwyn: How can you say that?

[44:22] Bronwyn: takes his hand.

[44:24] Bronwyn: It's a major event for him.

[44:28] Bronwyn: If Auntie's still sleeping, will you let me come back up here with my cello?

[44:33] Sweet William: You'll have to take a pledge.

[44:36] Bronwyn: What pledge?

[44:37] Sweet William: This is our special secret hideout.

[44:40] Sweet William: Say it.

[44:42] Bronwyn: It's our special secret hideout.

[44:45] Bronwyn: And neither of us will tell no one about it.

[44:48] Sweet William: Never ever.

[44:49] Bronwyn: Promise.

[44:50] Sweet William: Promise?

[44:51] Bronwyn: Cross my good pure heart.

[44:55] Sweet William: Well, let's just hope Father's got lots of rifle polishing to do.

[44:58] Sweet William: Ugh, we wouldn't want him to come up from the basement and find us.

[45:11] Sweet William: Playing mistakes in your hair doesn't make them less rough.

[45:16] Sweet William: Down here.

[45:18] Sweet William: No one to blame but yourself, and that isn't enough.

[45:23] Sweet William: Down here.

[45:25] Sweet William: I can't see my son without seeing his mother.

[45:29] Sweet William: She was the one, and there will be no other.

[45:33] Sweet William: What happened then?

[45:35] Sweet William: Won't happen here again.

[45:39] Sweet William: Lo da.

[45:42] Sweet William: Every door will stay locked.

[45:46] Sweet William: Lock.

[45:49] Sweet William: We will never be shot.

[45:56] Sweet William: Every gun will stay cocked.

[45:59] Sweet William: So it can never occur.

[46:23] ♪ Musical number: "The Cello Lesson" — performed by Bronwyn ♪

[46:23] Sweet William: The greenhouse on the roof of the Halcyon throbs with the sound of Bronwyn's cello.

[46:28] Sweet William: The friction of her playing makes the strings smoke.

[46:32] Sweet William: Having exhausted herself, she reaches out and touches a plant.

[46:37] Sweet William: It crumbles in her hand.

[46:38] Bronwyn: Useless.

[46:39] Sweet William: Hmm?

[46:39] Sweet William: What?

[46:42] Sweet William: Music's useless.

[46:44] Bronwyn: Mother said music was the secret to her beautiful flowers.

[46:46] Sweet William: It's because they're sensitive.

[46:49] Bronwyn: Auntie Floyd, I have to go.

[46:51] Sweet William: You'll come back, right?

[46:53] Bronwyn: It doesn't look like I'm helping much.

[46:56] Bronwyn: gathers her cello and rushes down the stairs, leaving Sweet William alone with the dead plants.

[47:02] Sweet William: And the grow lights.

[47:04] Sweet William: And a large slouching bag of fertilizer.

[47:11] Madame Floy: Ronlin!

[47:12] Madame Floy: Auntie Floyd!

[47:13] Madame Floy: Why are you?

[47:15] Madame Floy: Just out there in the parlor.

[47:17] Madame Floy: Why were you calling?

[47:19] Madame Floy: The window again!

[47:20] Madame Floy: It's nippy.

[47:22] Madame Floy: Cold air is killed horror, la voce.

[47:25] Madame Floy: Imagine where I assun to use.

[47:27] Madame Floy: I'll close it.

[47:30] Bronwyn: Auntie, is music useless?

[47:34] Madame Floy: Music is life.

[47:36] Bronwyn: But does it do any good?

[47:38] Bronwyn: I mean, it's not like engineering where practitioners apply scientific knowledge, mathematics, and ingenuity to develop solutions for technical and practical problems.

[47:46] Madame Floy: Music allows us to convey that which cannot be expressed through words.

[47:52] Bronwyn: What's that?

[47:53] Bronwyn: A knock?

[47:53] Madame Floy: A knock?

[47:55] Madame Floy: I think it's time for someone's shot.

[47:57] Madame Floy: That wasn't the cuckoo.

[47:59] Madame Floy: It was the cuckoo.

[48:01] Madame Floy: Nice!

[48:01] Madame Floy: Brownwin!

[48:03] Madame Floy: Don't try and tell me.

[48:04] Madame Floy: Oh, there it is again!

[48:06] Madame Floy: A beating!

[48:07] Madame Floy: I hear a percussive rap rap, rap!

[48:09] Madame Floy: You're having a fever dream!

[48:11] Madame Floy: This is no fever dream.

[48:13] Madame Floy: Time for your shot.

[48:14] Madame Floy: I got your syringe right here.

[48:15] Madame Floy: Now just roll over and hike up your nighty so I can when I was a child, prodigy.

[48:24] Bronwyn: pulls a curtain to obscure Madame Floy's chamber.

[48:27] Bronwyn: She runs to the door and opens it to find Puppy!

[48:30] Bronwyn: How'd you get in the building?

[48:32] Puppy: Crapped the side door open yesterday on my way out.

[48:34] Bronwyn: That's so dangerous.

[48:36] Puppy: Yeah.

[48:37] Puppy: Broadwind!

[48:38] Puppy: One minute!

[48:39] Puppy: There's someone out there.

[48:41] Madame Floy: You're having a fever dream, remember?

[48:43] Puppy: My bell.

[48:45] Puppy: Sorry the plastic rose didn't work out.

[48:47] Puppy: I suppose you're here for the real thing.

[48:49] Bronwyn: You said you'd get it.

[48:50] Puppy: I was wrong.

[48:51] Puppy: There's nothing I can do.

[48:52] Bronwyn: Where's my bell?

[48:53] Puppy: You better go.

[48:54] Puppy: Don't prop the side door on your way out.

[48:56] Puppy: When I was a child prodigy.

[49:00] Puppy: I'm in no hurry.

[49:01] Puppy: Maybe you could uh yeah, play me something on your cello or something.

[49:04] Puppy: You know?

[49:05] Bronwyn: My cello?

[49:06] Bronwyn: Uh I don't think that's what songs do you know?

[49:08] Puppy: Songs?

[49:10] Bronwyn: Where's my bell?

[49:11] Bronwyn: I can play anything.

[49:12] Bronwyn: I'm a virtuoso.

[49:14] Bronwyn: In olden days, I would have traveled the world.

[49:16] Bronwyn: I would have given command performances before presidents and grand dukes.

[49:20] Puppy: I'm not no president.

[49:21] Puppy: And I ain't no grand duke neither, but you could definitely give me a command performance.

[49:27] Bronwyn: Last time you regurgitated just at the thought.

[49:30] Puppy: I was hammered.

[49:34] Sweet William: Stay here.

[49:34] Sweet William: I'll take care of her.

[49:36] Madame Floy: Broadwin!

[49:38] Madame Floy: I know someone's out there.

[49:40] Madame Floy: Time for your shot.

[49:42] Madame Floy: My shot again?

[49:44] Madame Floy: Where was the cuckoo?

[49:46] Bronwyn: Unbeknownst to Bronwyn as she opens a cupboard filled with pills and medicines.

[49:50] Puppy: sneaks into the flat and watches her prepare the syringe.

[49:55] Madame Floy: My shaw hike up your nighty and roll over.

[49:58] Madame Floy: Ah, I've heard those words before.

[50:01] Madame Floy: His name was Maestro Sergey.

[50:04] Madame Floy: He was my first music master and the love of my life.

[50:09] Madame Floy: Here we go.

[50:13] Madame Floy: Morning sign.

[50:16] Madame Floy: Did you catch some winks?

[50:19] Madame Floy: Your eyes and shine.

[50:23] Madame Floy: Oh, something here stinks.

[50:26] Madame Floy: These satin sheets are lush.

[50:30] Madame Floy: Is it a tan or a man that is making me blow?

[50:47] Madame Floy: This must be kept secret.

[50:49] Madame Floy: My mother can't know.

[50:51] Madame Floy: But nightly iron they will here with a ball set my window.

[50:59] Madame Floy: Be right there.

[51:00] Madame Floy: Then coily I undo the braids in my hair.

[51:05] Madame Floy: Diamonds and rubies and hands on my movies.

[51:09] Madame Floy: And boy, is that son!

[51:11] Madame Floy: Gorgeous.

[51:14] Bronwyn: When Bronwyn returns to the parlor, it appears as though Puppy was waiting in the doorway the entire time.

[51:20] Bronwyn: Oh, you shouldn't have stayed in the hall.

[51:22] Bronwyn: Someone might see you.

[51:26] Puppy: She'll go in and out for a while now.

[51:28] Puppy: You said you wanted me to play some music.

[51:31] Bronwyn: pulls up a chair, sits behind her instrument, and lifts her bow.

[51:36] Bronwyn: For my first selection, how would you feel about a waltz?

[51:41] Bronwyn: Waltzes are so romantic, I always say.

[51:44] Sweet William: Unbeknownst to Bronwyn, occupied with her cello, Puppy creeps behind the curtain to Madame Floy's chamber.

[51:51] Madame Floy: She rouses.

[51:59] Madame Floy: Oh, there you are, Sergey.

[52:01] Madame Floy: I've waited for you.

[52:03] Madame Floy: Do I smell like vodka like you like me too?

[52:08] Madame Floy: How dare you touch me?

[52:10] Madame Floy: Touch me, you beast.

[52:12] Madame Floy: Make me your pride till I pray for my priest.

[52:16] Puppy: opens the cupboards and fills a pillowcase with all the pills and medicines.

[52:21] Puppy: His heart may be tiny, but God water hidey and boy is that boy!

[52:28] Puppy: Gorgeous.

[52:31] Sweet William: He sneaks back to the parlor where Bronwyn has her eyes shut as she waits for his reaction.

[52:37] Puppy: Uh hardcore man.

[52:39] Sweet William: It must be.

[52:40] Puppy: You're breathless.

[52:41] Bronwyn: I always wanted to play an instrument.

[52:43] Sweet William: I'll teach you.

[52:43] Puppy: Uh cool.

[52:44] Sweet William: But I should number one.

[52:46] Puppy: Sit behind me.

[52:47] Puppy: Puppy discreetly hides the pillowcase full of pills and medicines and sits behind Bronwyn.

[52:52] Sweet William: Okay.

[52:53] Sweet William: The cello rests here.

[52:56] Sweet William: Now the bow.

[52:58] Sweet William: Relax the hand and let the fingers drape over the top.

[53:02] Puppy: Puppy places his hand on top of Bronwyn's.

[53:06] Sweet William: Good.

[53:07] Sweet William: Other hand on the fingerboard.

[53:10] Sweet William: First position.

[53:11] Puppy: Puppy places his other hand on hers.

[53:14] Sweet William: Allow the bow and the weight of our hands to do all the work.

[53:19] Sweet William: Ready?

[53:20] Sweet William: They begin to play.

[53:22] Sweet William: Puppy behind Bronwyn, her hands guiding his.

[53:26] Madame Floy: In the next room, Madame Floy rouses.

[53:30] Madame Floy: Is that a shining?

[53:36] Madame Floy: We're in Paris.

[53:38] Madame Floy: Breathlessly.

[53:40] Madame Floy: We pause by the sand.

[53:42] Madame Floy: You slowly advance our retreat until Madame Floy's kissing pillows while Bronwyn and Puppy share an electric moment of silence.

[53:56] Madame Floy: That was wonderful.

[54:00] Sweet William: Now you try it.

[54:02] Bronwyn: Me?

[54:04] Sweet William: Yeah.

[54:05] Sweet William: Here, I'll get up so you can scoop forward.

[54:08] Sweet William: Take the cello, but put this hand like this.

[54:13] Bronwyn: Good.

[54:14] Sweet William: And this?

[54:15] Bronwyn: The bow.

[54:16] Sweet William: The bow.

[54:17] Sweet William: Right.

[54:18] Sweet William: Like this.

[54:19] Sweet William: You were really paying attention.

[54:21] Bronwyn: Aren't you gonna get behind me?

[54:23] Sweet William: Like I did with you.

[54:24] Bronwyn: Oh.

[54:25] Sweet William: Alright.

[54:28] Sweet William: Now Clay.

[54:36] Puppy: Another sing for me.

[54:38] Sweet William: Where's my cassage your sins?

[54:42] Puppy: Yes, weartbeats are drums.

[54:48] Sweet William: Why is it I feel no teeth in my guns?

[54:55] Puppy: I wanted to ask.

[54:57] Sweet William: What's it like to love?

[55:01] Bronwyn: Love?

[55:03] Sweet William: Uh I don't know.

[55:05] Sweet William: But you and Lolli.

[55:07] Bronwyn: Oh, yeah, right.

[55:11] Sweet William: Um being with you.

[55:19] Puppy: Here's a warm melody.

[55:22] Puppy: This happiness makes me feel sad.

[55:27] Sweet William: Is it me?

[55:33] Sweet William: The way you bewitch, and I'd become Mrs.

[55:39] Sweet William: Sergeana.

[55:44] Sweet William: And trees would be taller, grass would be greener, beers would be smaller, and consciences cleaner.

[55:53] Sweet William: Marriage resilient, the sky might be brilliant, and to sun.

[56:08] Sweet William: I think it's time for me to scram.

[56:10] Bronwyn: Of course.

[56:11] Sweet William: Thanks for the cello lesson.

[56:12] Bronwyn: Anytime.

[56:13] Sweet William: And by any time I mean, do you think you'll ever come back and see me?

[56:17] Bronwyn: Will I come back?

[56:19] Sweet William: Uh I don't know, man.

[56:21] Sweet William: I can try to get you a rose again.

[56:23] Bronwyn: I mean, I'll get you one.

[56:24] Sweet William: I will get you one.

[56:27] Bronwyn: Yeah?

[56:27] Sweet William: Yeah.

[56:28] Sweet William: Uh, how's tomorrow?

[56:29] Bronwyn: I'm not doing anything.

[56:31] Sweet William: While Bronwyn's moving her cello out of the way, Puppy retrieves the pillowcase of drugs and scurries out the door.

[56:38] Sweet William: So for your second lesson, I think we'll puppy.

[56:42] Sweet William: Now, where the heck did he go?

[56:46] Sweet William: The greenhouse on the roof of the Halcyon once again throbs with the sound of Bronwyn's cello.

[56:52] Sweet William: That which was dead seems less dead.

[57:00] Sweet William: Bronwyn reaches out and touches a leaf, then another, and another.

[57:05] Sweet William: It's the first time the plants don't crumble at her touch.

[57:09] Sweet William: The music seems to be working.

[57:12] Bronwyn: Oh yeah.

[57:13] Bronwyn: How much longer do you think we need to stay up here?

[57:16] Sweet William: I could go all night.

[57:17] Bronwyn: You could listen to me play all night, too, right?

[57:20] Sweet William: Don't you like my playing?

[57:21] Bronwyn: I thought it would be more fun, is all like how?

[57:25] Sweet William: Like, remember two times ago when we were up here?

[57:27] Bronwyn: Yeah.

[57:28] Sweet William: And you held my hand.

[57:30] Bronwyn: We can't hold hands all the time.

[57:33] Sweet William: Yeah.

[57:34] Sweet William: I don't know if I should keep bringing you here.

[57:36] Bronwyn: But you have the key.

[57:38] Sweet William: It gets kind of boring for me, though.

[57:40] Bronwyn: Uh you may kiss me if you like.

[57:43] Sweet William: What?

[57:44] Bronwyn: Kiss me.

[57:46] Sweet William: Sweet William shuts his eyes and puckers.

[57:50] Sweet William: He leans towards Bronwyn, who meets him in a kiss, which she uses to slip the key to the greenhouse that's hanging around his neck away from him.

[58:01] Sweet William: By the time Sweet William comes back to reality, he's in the basement of the Halcyon.

[58:07] Sweet William: You must learn to take care of these guns, William.

[58:09] Sweet William: It's your heritage.

[58:11] Sweet William: See that?

[58:12] Sweet William: What pay attention?

[58:14] Sweet William: The roughness.

[58:15] Sweet William: It's pitted.

[58:17] Sweet William: It was shot with corrosive ammo, wasn't cleaned properly.

[58:21] Sweet William: A fouled barrel compromises the accuracy of any rifle.

[58:25] Sweet William: Is this the one that killed mother?

[58:27] Sweet William: Hey!

[58:28] Sweet William: Don't point that gun at me unless you mean to shoot.

[58:34] Sweet William: Father.

[58:35] Sweet William: How do you know if you're in if you're in what?

[58:52] Sweet William: Maybe I met a girl.

[58:56] Sweet William: I won't say her name.

[58:58] Sweet William: But maybe I met a girl.

[59:02] Sweet William: Cupid may be to blame.

[59:05] Sweet William: This girl who might be under wraps might wrap me like a glove.

[59:10] Sweet William: My heart, too scared to move, perhaps, has been given quite a shove.

[59:17] Sweet William: Maybe I met a girl, and maybe I'm in a secret and lust-filled love affair where she teases me with a tussle tear.

[59:30] Sweet William: I won't say if we rendezvous.

[59:32] Sweet William: I'll say some girl maybe met me too.

[59:40] Sweet William: Maybe I met a girl.

[59:43] Sweet William: A birdie does a flip.

[59:44] Sweet William: Oh, cause baby.

[59:46] Sweet William: I met a girl.

[59:50] Sweet William: That bird may be a dove.

[59:52] Sweet William: Maybe I met a girl.

[59:55] Sweet William: And maybe I met a relationship.

[1:00:03] Bronwyn: I knew you and Bronwyn weren't just dating glue.

[1:00:08] Sweet William: Bronwyn!

[1:00:09] Bronwyn: What?

[1:00:10] Sweet William: When's my next show?

[1:00:12] Bronwyn: After a few more hours.

[1:00:13] Sweet William: Bronwin!

[1:00:14] Bronwyn: You have to wait!

[1:00:15] Sweet William: A little early this time, on Cherie, just this one!

[1:00:19] Sweet William: Not till the cuckoo!

[1:00:20] Bronwyn: Look at me!

[1:00:21] Sweet William: I'm trembling!

[1:00:22] Sweet William: A slight spasm!

[1:00:25] Sweet William: My show!

[1:00:26] Bronwyn: Control yourself!

[1:00:28] Bronwyn: Bronwyn slaps Madame Floy hard across the cheek.

[1:00:31] Madame Floy: Oh, my shoulder.

[1:00:33] Madame Floy: What's wrong with your shoulder?

[1:00:35] Madame Floy: I've been playing too long.

[1:00:37] Madame Floy: When I was a child prodigy, I played until collapse.

[1:00:41] Madame Floy: Then I played some more.

[1:00:43] Madame Floy: Practice your ethou, auntie.

[1:00:46] Madame Floy: And stop staring out that window.

[1:00:49] Madame Floy: If I didn't know better, I'd say you were waiting for someone.

[1:00:53] Madame Floy: What?

[1:00:54] Madame Floy: You have that distinct look, young ladies get after waiting for a lover.

[1:00:59] Madame Floy: A lover who never showed.

[1:01:02] Madame Floy: Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo!

[1:01:04] Madame Floy: Time for your shots, Marshall, Marsh!

[1:01:07] Bronwyn: Bronwyn opens the cupboard of pills and medicines.

[1:01:10] Bronwyn: It's empty!

[1:01:13] Bronwyn: What happened?

[1:01:14] Bronwyn: Where's but only yesterday it was overflowing?

[1:01:17] Bronwyn: Oh no!

[1:01:19] Bronwyn: Oh, this is all my fault!

[1:01:21] Bronwyn: I need to go out!

[1:01:22] Madame Floy: You're claiming this flack!

[1:01:24] Bronwyn: I have to get your medicine back!

[1:01:26] Madame Floy: What'll happen to you without it?

[1:01:28] Madame Floy: You can't go out there!

[1:01:29] Madame Floy: It's dangerous!

[1:01:31] Bronwyn: Oh!

[1:01:32] Madame Floy: The cuckoo!

[1:01:35] Bronwyn: Marshall!

[1:01:36] Bronwyn: I'll be fast!

[1:01:37] Madame Floy: Time for Marshall!

[1:01:39] Bronwyn: Auntie Floyd!

[1:01:40] Bronwyn: I'm so sorry!

[1:01:42] Bronwyn: Bronwyn makes a hasty retreat.

[1:01:44] Bronwyn: This used to be such a nice neighborhood!

[1:01:47] Bronwyn: How could he do this?

[1:01:50] Bronwyn: I thought we were.

[1:01:51] Bronwyn: Will she pull through this?

[1:01:53] Bronwyn: What will come of her?

[1:01:58] Bronwyn: Should I pursue him?

[1:02:01] Bronwyn: What happens then?

[1:02:02] Bronwyn: Could I go to him?

[1:02:04] Bronwyn: If not now, then play.

[1:02:09] Bronwyn: Was anything real?

[1:02:11] Bronwyn: Was he just pretending in order to steal?

[1:02:14] Bronwyn: This can't be the ending.

[1:02:18] Bronwyn: You got yourself in this position.

[1:02:21] Bronwyn: Bronwyn.

[1:02:23] Bronwyn: You have to summon some ambition to get what's yours.

[1:02:28] Bronwyn: You cannot stay behind these doors.

[1:02:33] Bronwyn: Bronwyn hurries down the stairs to the ground floor vestibule where she opens the halcyon door.

[1:02:40] Bronwyn: She looks out at Kingfisher Avenue and the whole world.

[1:02:46] Bronwyn: It's just a stoop.

[1:02:51] Bronwyn: Something to stand on.

[1:02:54] Bronwyn: It's just a block of grey cement.

[1:02:58] Bronwyn: Something to land on.

[1:03:01] Bronwyn: But it's the first step for these unused feet.

[1:03:11] Bronwyn: It's just a street.

[1:03:18] Bronwyn: There are no wolves.

[1:03:21] Bronwyn: There is no villain.

[1:03:24] Bronwyn: There's just the chance to flee this cage that I am still in.

[1:03:30] Bronwyn: Life is a stranger.

[1:03:34] Bronwyn: Now it's time to meet.

[1:03:40] Bronwyn: It's just a street.

[1:03:44] Bronwyn: Watching from that window at the lives passing by.

[1:03:50] Bronwyn: A wither in that window.

[1:03:53] Bronwyn: As I'm watching myself die.

[1:03:56] Bronwyn: I can't wait until tomorrow for some God to look my way.

[1:04:02] Bronwyn: I'll sacrifice tomorrow to be alive today.

[1:04:33] Bronwyn: It's just a step.

[1:04:34] Bronwyn: It's just a cross.

[1:04:36] Bronwyn: It's just a love.

[1:04:38] Bronwyn: It's just a love.

[1:04:44] Bronwyn: Bronwyn puts on the trapper trooper hat, tightens her shawl, and for the first time since she was almost four, she steps outside.

[1:04:56] Bronwyn: It's just the stream.

[1:05:23] Lolli: In the burnt-out room in the burnt-out tenement on the north side of Kingfisher Avenue, empty vials and pill bottles are strewn everywhere.

[1:05:34] Lolli: That's the stuff.

[1:05:35] Lolli: Lolly sucks on a lollipop.

[1:05:37] Tony Vincent: Well, puppy injects her with Madame Floy's mence.

[1:05:41] Puppy: Oh, I want your slobber.

[1:05:44] Puppy: Oh, yes, slobber slobber puppy.

[1:05:47] Puppy: Yeah, yeah.

[1:05:48] Puppy: Give it to me.

[1:05:49] Puppy: Give it to me.

[1:05:56] Puppy: That's it.

[1:05:57] Puppy: Get off of me.

[1:05:58] Puppy: Off!

[1:05:59] Puppy: What's wrong?

[1:05:59] Puppy: The stuff's wore off.

[1:06:01] Puppy: More of that blue.

[1:06:01] Tony Vincent: Uh, we're out of blue.

[1:06:03] Puppy: More blue!

[1:06:04] Tony Vincent: We're out, baby!

[1:06:05] Puppy: Pills, then!

[1:06:06] Puppy: Give me some pills!

[1:06:07] Puppy: Yeah, yeah.

[1:06:07] Puppy: Come on, gimme, give me.

[1:06:08] Tony Vincent: We're all out.

[1:06:09] Tony Vincent: Look at baby.

[1:06:09] Tony Vincent: Look at all these empty ones.

[1:06:11] Tony Vincent: You took it all.

[1:06:12] Puppy: Oh.

[1:06:13] Puppy: Oh!

[1:06:14] Puppy: Well, get more!

[1:06:15] Tony Vincent: There's none more to get.

[1:06:17] Puppy: You don't love me.

[1:06:18] Tony Vincent: No, I would get more, but I already swiped it all for you, baby.

[1:06:18] Tony Vincent: For you!

[1:06:23] Puppy: Tyrant!

[1:06:24] Puppy: Why'd I even ever even take you back?

[1:06:25] Puppy: Huh?

[1:06:26] Puppy: I'm too tender-hearted.

[1:06:27] Puppy: That's what mama used to say about me.

[1:06:29] Puppy: Two, two, tender-hearted.

[1:06:31] Puppy: You couldn't even get a real rose.

[1:06:33] Puppy: Brought me some fake plastic thingy.

[1:06:36] Tony Vincent: Prophetic!

[1:06:37] Puppy: You're just like everyone.

[1:06:39] Puppy: Taking advantage of my natural goodness.

[1:06:42] Puppy: I should kick you out.

[1:06:44] Puppy: Out!

[1:06:45] Puppy: Get out, puppy!

[1:06:47] Bronwyn: Bronwyn appears in the open doorway.

[1:06:51] Bronwyn: That's a nice trooper, trapper, trapper, trooper, huh?

[1:06:54] Bronwyn: Where'd you get it?

[1:06:55] Tony Vincent: I boosted that for you, puppy.

[1:06:57] Bronwyn: Bronwyn.

[1:06:58] Puppy: This is no place for some lady.

[1:07:00] Puppy: Bronwyn.

[1:07:02] Puppy: Stay.

[1:07:02] Puppy: Bronwyn.

[1:07:04] Puppy: We haven't had a chance to properly meet Bronwyn.

[1:07:08] Puppy: I'm Lolli.

[1:07:10] Lolli: Pop.

[1:07:11] Puppy: What?

[1:07:11] Lolli: Pop Pop!

[1:07:13] Puppy: I thought you kicked him out.

[1:07:15] Puppy: I thought you and he weren't together.

[1:07:16] Puppy: I thought is that what you thought?

[1:07:19] Puppy: Well, Gawker.

[1:07:20] Puppy: Gawk at this.

[1:07:28] Puppy: I should go.

[1:07:29] Puppy: Hey, hey, hey, hey.

[1:07:30] Puppy: This party's just getting started.

[1:07:32] Puppy: Let her leave, baby.

[1:07:34] Puppy: Baby, you sit.

[1:07:39] Puppy: You stay.

[1:07:44] Puppy: Did he virgin?

[1:07:46] Puppy: She's got the urge, and she sniffs out where he's in.

[1:07:52] Puppy: Daddy Virgin, look who's emerging in heat like an alley kid.

[1:07:59] Puppy: Looks like a nun, but she's no sister.

[1:08:02] Puppy: Come and think any can resist her.

[1:08:06] Puppy: Dying virgin, got not a football.

[1:08:17] Puppy: She never been.

[1:08:20] Puppy: Daily virgin I better stop urgent before she used for luxury.

[1:08:27] Puppy: Holy crap.

[1:08:28] Puppy: That's how I describe her Cause that's all you get with a multiple side bird dirty virgin feel it all Look how you cut Look how you love it So high in my deal Wondering might he want some of He was looking for cheap thrills Stealing Granny spills Crooking for no thrills dealing Does this confusion Well mess Excuse Yeah I drag and do Sneed Only Way to ever use you Your shoes Ha Your dress Your hair Ha The mess Your skin pale Your eyes odd Your hands frill Your thighs girl Judge energy was quick inspiring Dirty virgin ordering her general with a shot of mail Pathetic girl up in the tower I had it through with the magic club dead for Jim.

[1:08:28] Puppy: Dirty virgin.

[1:10:12] Puppy: Had him back over there.

[1:10:16] Puppy: Dirty virgin.

[1:10:19] Puppy: Fate all change like you now go away.

[1:10:24] Puppy: Daddy Virgin.

[1:10:26] Puppy: Can you swallow down that hill?

[1:10:30] Puppy: Well down that.

[1:10:32] Puppy: Swallow it.

[1:10:34] Puppy: Ha ha ha.

[1:10:35] Puppy: Oh, oh, oh.

[1:10:35] Puppy: Oh, oh, oh.

[1:10:35] Puppy: Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

[1:10:50] Puppy: Slami, stop it!

[1:10:54] Bronwyn: My whole life, I looked out the window, hoping I'd find love.

[1:11:00] Bronwyn: Then, when I saw you two, I thought, there it is.

[1:11:05] Bronwyn: But you are a pair of outlaws and hooligans and wild drug fiends.

[1:11:11] Bronwyn: And if this is what love is like, I hope I never find it.

[1:11:16] Bronwyn: Bronwyn throws the trapper trooper hat down and runs from the tenement.

[1:11:20] Puppy: Bronwyn!

[1:11:20] Tony Vincent: Puppy!

[1:11:21] Puppy: Heel!

[1:11:22] Puppy: We got everything we need out of her.

[1:11:24] Tony Vincent: Let me see.

[1:11:25] Tony Vincent: One of these vials must have a little left.

[1:11:28] Tony Vincent: Here's one.

[1:11:29] Tony Vincent: I'll give it to you.

[1:11:31] Tony Vincent: Cause you're my slobber baby.

[1:11:33] Puppy: Slobber slobber.

[1:11:36] Tony Vincent: But first, I want you to be a good puppy and roll over.

[1:11:36] Puppy: Puppy.

[1:11:36] Puppy: Roll over.

[1:11:45] Puppy: I'm done rolling over.

[1:11:46] Tony Vincent: Puppy!

[1:11:47] Puppy: You can play dead.

[1:11:49] Puppy goes after Bronwyn.

[1:11:51] Tony Vincent: Hey!

[1:11:51] Tony Vincent: Get back here!

[1:11:52] Tony Vincent: Heel!

[1:11:53] Tony Vincent: Stay!

[1:11:54] Tony Vincent: Puppy!

[1:11:56] Tony Vincent: That's it!

[1:11:58] Tony Vincent: I'm not never ever never taking you back.

[1:12:01] Puppy: Sucker.

[1:12:02] Puppy: Ha ha.

[1:12:05] Puppy: Oh, oh, oh.

[1:12:08] Puppy: Oh, uh, uh good boy.

[1:12:19] Tony Vincent: I got this and this is place.

[1:12:22] Tony Vincent: I'm gonna make myself.

[1:12:28] Puppy: Pop.

[1:12:30] Puppy: Pop!

[1:12:31] Puppy: Pop!

[1:12:34] Puppy: Sucker.

[1:12:39] Tony Vincent: From the fire escape, puppy jumps down on Kingfisher Avenue.

[1:12:44] Tony Vincent: Where he finds Bronwyn near a dumpster.

[1:12:53] Bronwyn: Sorry.

[1:12:54] Bronwyn: I didn't mean to.

[1:12:56] Bronwyn: I wasn't trying to hurt you, man.

[1:12:57] Puppy: I okay, advice.

[1:12:59] Puppy: Next time you're not trying to hurt me.

[1:13:02] Puppy: Don't ask to hear my music.

[1:13:04] Puppy: Don't trick me into playing waltzes so you can steal my great auntie's medication.

[1:13:09] Puppy: And don't send her a cello lesson you obviously have no interest in.

[1:13:13] Puppy: And can you maybe not call me man?

[1:13:16] Bronwyn: Sure, man.

[1:13:18] Puppy: You took everything.

[1:13:21] Tony Vincent: Yeah, I probably shouldn't have done that.

[1:13:23] Tony Vincent: What's she gonna do?

[1:13:25] Tony Vincent: She needs her medicine.

[1:13:27] Puppy: You won't believe me, but I almost brought it all back.

[1:13:30] Bronwyn: You're right.

[1:13:31] Bronwyn: I don't believe you.

[1:13:32] Puppy: I wanted to return it, but when you were playing cello, I looked at you.

[1:13:38] Puppy: And I saw something.

[1:13:40] Puppy: I don't know what, but it was clean.

[1:13:43] Puppy: It's sweet and good and pure.

[1:13:46] Puppy: And I knew somehow that if I came back, I'd break that.

[1:13:52] Puppy: Meh.

[1:13:54] Puppy: I don't never ever never want to break that.

[1:13:57] Puppy: But when you didn't show up, that's when I felt broken.

[1:14:04] Bronwyn: Look.

[1:14:07] Bronwyn: It's snowing.

[1:14:10] Puppy: No.

[1:14:12] Bronwyn: Can you hear it?

[1:14:16] Puppy: Where's the storm?

[1:14:19] Puppy: Something happened.

[1:14:23] Puppy: I feel warm.

[1:14:27] Puppy: Can the streets start to thaw suddenly?

[1:14:37] Puppy: I'm in all.

[1:14:40] Puppy: Is this something somehow?

[1:14:47] Puppy: Is this something?

[1:14:54] Puppy: When to flu breathing you're the summer.

[1:15:05] Puppy: I've no night time.

[1:15:08] Puppy: Never days.

[1:15:11] Puppy: Days were stories.

[1:15:14] Puppy: I see race.

[1:15:21] Puppy: Clouds roll by.

[1:15:24] Puppy: Can it be pale blue sky?

[1:15:31] Puppy: Is this way?

[1:15:37] Puppy: Is this summer this day?

[1:15:44] Puppy: Fog is clear.

[1:15:47] Puppy: Now you will be this summer.

[1:15:53] Puppy: Eventless days of dark are gone.

[1:15:59] Puppy: I new night can go on.

[1:16:06] Puppy: We'll die and die.

[1:16:13] Puppy: We'll try.

[1:16:26] Puppy: I want one real kiss.

[1:16:33] Bronwyn: Ronwyn takes Puppy to the greenhouse on the roof where plants are thriving, flowers are blooming, only the rose bush has yet to blossom.

[1:16:41] Bronwyn: Oh what's this?

[1:16:43] Bronwyn: The greenhouse.

[1:16:45] Bronwyn: This is what flowers are like when they're real.

[1:16:48] Bronwyn: How?

[1:16:50] Bronwyn: Okay, so all the plants were like dead, but I knew when Sweet William's mother was alive, she came up here, and she used to sing, and I thought I play cello.

[1:16:58] Bronwyn: So I started coming up here with my cello and I'd wear your trooper trapper trapper trooper hat and I'd play it on my shoulder hurt and it sounds so crazy.

[1:17:07] Bronwyn: Probably didn't do anything.

[1:17:09] Puppy: You were getting me a rose?

[1:17:11] Bronwyn: I didn't think it was possible.

[1:17:13] Bronwyn: You were so sad, and it looked like you loved her so much.

[1:17:18] Bronwyn: Is there roses really?

[1:17:21] Puppy: Just one.

[1:17:22] Bronwyn: Here.

[1:17:23] Bronwyn: But it hasn't bloomed yet.

[1:17:25] Puppy: Wow!

[1:17:26] Bronwyn: I don't know if I did anything really.

[1:17:28] Bronwyn: It probably wasn't the music.

[1:17:30] Bronwyn: It might have been the grow lights and the fertilizer.

[1:17:33] Bronwyn: But all the same, I played music, and look around.

[1:17:38] Bronwyn: Music can be very, very song.

[1:17:54] Puppy: I see my heart.

[1:18:19] Bronwyn: Some passion overtakes them and takes them to the greenhouse floor.

[1:18:31] Tony Vincent: Meanwhile, in Madame Floy's flat, the cuckoo clock sounds, but Bronwyn isn't there to hear it.

[1:18:37] Tony Vincent: Bronwin!

[1:18:38] Tony Vincent: My shot!

[1:18:40] Tony Vincent: Shot Serge.

[1:18:44] Tony Vincent: Dear God, how are you?

[1:18:46] Madame Floy: I've been shot.

[1:18:48] Madame Floy: I didn't expect this shirt.

[1:18:50] Madame Floy: Close that window, it's nippy.

[1:18:53] Madame Floy: Look at that mustache!

[1:18:55] Madame Floy: When I was a child prodigy, I was a child prodigy.

[1:18:58] Madame Floy: Coo coo coo!

[1:18:59] Bronwyn: Bronwyn shot!

[1:19:01] Sweet William: Boy, is that son?

[1:19:04] Sweet William: Is that Son?

[1:19:08] Madame Floy: Sergey, you won't believe what I've seen.

[1:19:12] Madame Floy: I've been so damn lucky.

[1:19:14] Madame Floy: You think I'm a queen?

[1:19:16] Madame Floy: There were parties where the best of the best come to meet, and brunches where I couldn't hear myself eat.

[1:19:25] Madame Floy: Candle-lit dinners to benefit sinners and unlikely winners of money and fame.

[1:19:32] Madame Floy: I tell you they're all I've seen towns come and go when the crops would not grow.

[1:19:46] Madame Floy: Paupers who were minors in nature divide us to heaven above.

[1:20:22] Madame Floy: Oh, there you are, Sergey.

[1:20:22] Madame Floy: I've waited for you.

[1:20:24] Sweet William: What are you doing in the stairs?

[1:20:28] Sweet William: Stairwell.

[1:20:29] Sweet William: Thank you for coming.

[1:20:30] Sweet William: I thought you forgot.

[1:20:32] Madame Floy: Forgot what?

[1:20:34] Sweet William: I waited all night for your train in that Bronwyn!

[1:20:41] Sweet William: Bronwyn Run Beautiful Brian How could you come here?

[1:20:55] Sweet William: The door to the roof that shouldn't be open.

[1:20:57] Sweet William: I'm the one with the key.

[1:21:00] Sweet William: Where is the key?

[1:21:03] Sweet William: Run.

[1:21:06] Sweet William: Beautiful Bridiful Brian Beautiful.

[1:21:14] Sweet William: He looks inside the greenhouse and sees the unthinkable.

[1:21:22] Sweet William: Bronwyn there sleeping in his arms.

[1:21:24] Sweet William: It's very wrong.

[1:21:25] Sweet William: Gotta sound alarms, gotta run.

[1:21:27] Sweet William: Run.

[1:21:29] Sweet William: Bronwyn there, she must have the key.

[1:21:31] Sweet William: How'd she get the key?

[1:21:32] Sweet William: She stole from me.

[1:21:32] Sweet William: Gotta run.

[1:21:34] Sweet William: Run.

[1:21:36] Sweet William: How could I be so betrayed?

[1:21:39] Sweet William: Was our love just a charade?

[1:21:43] Sweet William: Well, father gets upset when father's rules are disobeyed.

[1:21:47] Sweet William: Father!

[1:21:48] Sweet William: Father!

[1:21:49] Sweet William: Here!

[1:21:49] The Super: Don't scream when I'm in the basement cleaning rifles.

[1:21:52] The Super: Where's your broom?

[1:21:53] The Super: Someone's there in the building here.

[1:21:55] The Super: You must get them out as a thief I fear, gotta run.

[1:21:58] The Super: Run.

[1:22:00] The Super: Someone's there broken in somehow.

[1:22:02] The Super: They will take it all their stealing now.

[1:22:04] The Super: Gotta run.

[1:22:05] The Super: Run.

[1:22:06] The Super: Where?

[1:22:07] The Super: Up there.

[1:22:10] The Super: Up there.

[1:22:15] The Super: This calls for my good rifle.

[1:22:22] Madame Floy: I was really scared, so I came to the gotta run.

[1:22:28] Madame Floy: Someone's gonna shut away.

[1:22:42] Bronwyn: On the greenhouse floor, Bronwyn slowly wakes.

[1:22:47] Bronwyn: She disentangles herself from Puppy's arms and looks around, amazed by the flowers and the lush foliage that surround her.

[1:22:55] Bronwyn: The greenhouse is thriving.

[1:22:58] Bronwyn: On the rose bush, she finds a bud, not a red one, but a bud.

[1:23:08] Bronwyn: Look at you napping, sleeping in your bed.

[1:23:15] Bronwyn: Open your eyes.

[1:23:17] Bronwyn: There's a new day ahead.

[1:23:27] Bronwyn: Hello, pure white rose.

[1:23:35] Bronwyn: Even though it's night time, and every seed is cold.

[1:23:41] Bronwyn: It might be the right time for fortune to unfold.

[1:23:48] Bronwyn: The bud flowers into a rose.

[1:23:52] Bronwyn: Puppy, you awake?

[1:23:56] Bronwyn: It's finished.

[1:23:58] Bronwyn: Whoa.

[1:23:59] Bronwyn: Okay, I know it's white and not red, but I mean, come on!

[1:24:03] Bronwyn: I did that!

[1:24:05] Bronwyn: I can't believe it!

[1:24:08] Bronwyn: An open heart can melt my rose and so away a real life.

[1:24:21] Sweet William: Bronwyn!

[1:24:22] Sweet William: Intruders!

[1:24:23] Sweet William: Don't shoot!

[1:24:24] Sweet William: Don't shoot!

[1:24:26] Sweet William: Bronwyn!

[1:24:27] Sweet William: Bronwyn!

[1:24:29] Sweet William: What have I done?

[1:24:31] Sweet William: Puppy!

[1:24:34] Sweet William: Look!

[1:24:35] Sweet William: I did get you a red rose.

[1:24:40] Sweet William: Do you see it?

[1:24:43] Sweet William: The rose?

[1:24:45] Puppy: I see it.

[1:24:47] Puppy: It's an amazing rose.

[1:24:50] Sweet William: Not that.

[1:24:52] Sweet William: What?

[1:24:54] Puppy: It's so beautiful.

[1:24:58] Sweet William: What's beautiful?

[1:25:01] Puppy: Sunlight.

[1:25:05] Sweet William: She dies in Puppy's arms.

[1:25:13] Sweet William: Bronwyn!

[1:25:34] Sweet William: What luck?

[1:25:36] Sweet William: He was asked to find a red rose, and there one was.

[1:25:39] Sweet William: A rose so red the Latin name for it must be.

[1:25:43] Sweet William: Rosa Dixie Diddy Gron the Madame Floy!

[1:25:46] Sweet William: The Latin name must be Rosa Dugidixie Crusamon.

[1:25:50] Sweet William: Unpronounceable.

[1:25:52] Sweet William: Father, look!

[1:25:54] Sweet William: The plants!

[1:25:56] Sweet William: The flowers, everything's like it used to be.

[1:25:59] Sweet William: We don't have to remember no more.

[1:26:02] Sweet William: That's a very red rose, isn't it, father?

[1:26:05] The Super: Very red.

[1:26:07] The Super: Get away from her!

[1:26:08] The Super: I only wanted to sniff the rose.

[1:26:11] The Super: You mustn't act distressed in front of flowers, they're sensitive.

[1:26:15] The Super: I know, because I'm a flower.

[1:26:17] Narrator: That night, Puppy plucked the rose from the rose bush and escaped into the darkness.

[1:26:23] Narrator: He sprang from the roof of the Halcyon, taking his precious trapper trooper hat, the cello, and the white rose stained red with Bronwyn's heart's blood.

[1:26:33] Sweet William: When I was a child, Prodigy.

[1:26:36] Sweet William: No, that's not right.

[1:26:38] Sweet William: When I was a Bronwyn, why are you lying lifeless on the ground like that?

[1:26:47] Sweet William: Bronwyn!

[1:26:48] Sweet William: Father and I we were outside on the roof out there.

[1:26:52] Sweet William: We saw someone moving in here.

[1:26:54] Sweet William: You know father and his rules.

[1:26:56] Sweet William: Father thought an intruder.

[1:26:58] Sweet William: Naturally he shot.

[1:27:00] Sweet William: It was very bad of Bronwyn to be up here.

[1:27:04] Sweet William: Bronwyn!

[1:27:05] Sweet William: You read too mother.

[1:27:27] Narrator: Puppy made a clearing in the snow just beside the old dumpster where he and Bronwyn first felt the warmth of summer.

[1:27:36] Narrator: There he sat playing cello. This blood you shed made the rose turn red it nurtured the earth so when I walk by each day I will cry for your day in the sun Bronwyn you were the one.

[1:27:36] Narrator: The one rose rose through the frozen soil one rose rose one rose stretched so its finds could call one rose rose and the rose spread as we looked ahead and the trees came back turning green from black people came back north as the lights went for one house and the sun goes on with just one seed without a warning with no one noticing it's Sunday morning one single person can start a whole new steel the song It's gentle song It's Jim.

[1:27:36] Narrator: Thank you for listening to Bleeding Love.

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[1:30:30] Narrator: Bleeding Love, a post-apocalyptic new musical, book and story by Jason Schafer, Music by Arthur Lafrentz Bacon, lyrics by Harris Doran.

[1:30:41] Narrator: Produced by the Broadway Podcast Network, Dori Berinstein and Alan Seales in association with Kent Nicholson, Katie Rosin, and Steve Saporito.

[1:30:49] Narrator: Directed and edited by Harris Doran.

[1:30:49] Narrator: Starring Annie Golden as Madame Floy, Rebecca Naomi Jones as Lolli, Marc Kudisch as The Super, Sarah Stiles as Bronwyn, Taylor Trensch as Sweet William, Tony Vincent as Puppy.

[1:31:00] Narrator: Orchestrated by Bruce Coughlin.

[1:31:02] Narrator: Additional production and orchestration by Arthur Lafrentz Bacon.

[1:31:05] Narrator: Re-recording mixing by Ric Schnupp.

[1:31:08] Narrator: Sound edited by José Villaman.

[1:31:10] Narrator: Sound engineering by Alan Seales.

[1:31:18] Narrator: Martin Konge, musical director and keyboards.

[1:31:20] Narrator: Steffen Schackinger on guitar.

[1:31:22] Narrator: Florian Navarro on reeds.

[1:31:24] Narrator: Jakob Rosendahl Povisen on violin.

[1:31:26] Narrator: Tobias Lautrup on cello.

[1:31:28] Narrator: Allan Nagel on bass, and Lars Mollenberg on drums.

[1:31:33] Narrator: Additional vocals on "Prologue" by Aaron Ramey and Lucia Spina.

[1:31:37] Narrator: Vocals recorded at Avatar Studios, NYC, and the actors’ apartments during self-isolation.