1.
Seasons of Love
Company:
Five hundred
twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes.
Five hundred
twenty-five thousand moments so dear.
Five hundred
twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes.
How do you measure,
measure a year?
In daylights,
in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee?
In inches, in
miles, in laughter, in strife?
In five hundred
twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes?
How do you measure
a year in the life?
How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love.
Seasons of love...
seasons of love.
Soloist 1:
Five hundred
twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes.
Five hundred
twenty-five thousand journeys to plan.
Five hundred
twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes.
How do you measure
the life of a woman or a man?
Soloist 2:
In truths that
she learned, or in times that he cried?
In bridges he
burned, or the way that she died?
All:
It's time now
to sing out, tho' the story never ends.
Let's celebrate,
remember a year in the life of friends.
Remember the
love, remember the love, remember the love... measure in love!
Soloist 1:
Measure, measure
your life in love.
Seasons of love...
seasons of love...
2.
Happy New Year (the street)
Mark:
Pan to the
padlocked door. New Year's Rocking Eve. The breaking-back-into-the-building
party.
Mimi:
How long
'til next year?
Roger:
Three and
a half minutes.
Mimi:
I'm giving up
my vices. I'm going back, back to school! Eviction or not,
this week's been so hot that as I've got you, I know I'll be cool.
I couldn't crack the love code, dear, 'til you made the lock on my heart
explode! It's gonna be a happy new year, a happy new year.
Mark:
Coast is clear.
You're supposed to be working.
(takes champagne
bottle from Mimi)
That's for midnight.
Where are they? There isn't much time.
Mimi:
Maybe they're
dressing. After all, what does one wear that's apropos for a party
that's also a crime?
Maureen:
Chips, anyone?
Mark:
You can take
the girl out of Hicksville, but you can't take the Hicksville out of the
girl. [note from Meg: "Jersey" is sometimes substituted for "Hicksville"]
Maureen:
My riot got
you on tv. I deserve a royalty!
Mimi:
Be nice, you
two, or no God awful champagne.
Maureen:
Don't mind if
I do. No luck?
Roger:
Bolted plywood,
padlocked with a chain. A total dead end.
Maureen:
Just like my
exgirlfriend.
(on cell
phone)
Honey?
I know you're there. Please pick up the phone. Are you okay?
It's not funny. It's not fair! How can I atone? Are you
okay? I lose control, but I can learn to behave. Let me be
your slave! I'll kiss your Doc Martens, let me kiss your Doc Martens,
your every wish I will obey!
Joanne:
(enters)
That might be
okay. Down girl. Heel! Stay. I did a bit of research
with my friends at legal aid. Technically, you're squatters.
There's hope, but just in case...
Mark & Joanne:
Rope!
Mark:
We can hoist
a line-
Joanne:
To the fire
escape-
Mark:
And tie off
at
Mark & Joanne:
That bench!
Maureen:
I can't take
them as chums.
Joanne:
Start hoisting,
wench.
Roger:
I think I should
be laughing, yet I forget, forget how to begin. I'm feeling something
inside, and yet I still can't decide if I should hide or make a wide open
grin. Last week I wanted just to disappear. My life was dust,
but now it just may be a happy new year, a happy new year.
(Collins and Angel enter; Angel carries a blow torch)
Collins:
Bond, James
Bond.
Angel:
And Pussy Galore,
in person.
Mimi:
Pussy, you came
prepared!
Angel:
I was a Boy
Scout once, and a Brownie 'til some brat got scared.
Collins:
Aha! Money
Penny, my martini!
Mimi:
Will bad champagne
do?
Roger:
That's shaken,
not stirred!
Collins:
Pussy, the bolts.
Angel:
Just say the
word!
Mimi:
Two minutes
left to execute our plan.
Collins:
Where's everyone
else?
Roger:
Playing Spiderman.
Mark:
Ironic close-up:
tight on the phone machine's red light. Once the boho boys are gone,
the power mysteriously comes on.
3.
Voice Mail #3
Mrs. Cohen:
Mark, it's the
Wicked Witch of the West, your mother! Happy New Year from Scarsdale.
We're all impressed that the riot footage made the nightly news.
Even your father says mazeltov. Honey, call him. Love Mom!
Alexi Darling:
Mark Cohen,
Alexi Darling from Buzzline!
Mark:
Oh, that
show's so sleazy!
Alexi Darling:
Your footage
on the riots, a-one! Feature segment, network deal time! I'm
sending you a contract! Ker-ching, ker-ching! Marky, give us
a call, 970-4301! Or at home try 863-6754! Or my cell phone
at 919-763-0090! Or you can e-mail me at Darling Alexi Newscom dot
net. Or you can page me at-
(beeeep!)
4.
Happy New Year B
Maureen:
I think we need
an agent.
Mark:
We?
Joanne:
That's selling
out.
Mark:
But it's nice
to dream.
Maureen:
Yeah, it's network
tv and it's all thanks to me!
Mark:
Somehow I think
I smell the whiff of a scheme.
Joanne:
Me too.
Maureen:
We can plan
another protest.
Joanne:
We?!
Maureen:
This time you
can shoot from the start (to Mark)... You'll direct (to Joanne)...
starring me!
All:
5, 4, 3, Open
sesame!! Happy New Year! Happy New Year! Happy New...
Benny:
I see that you've
beaten me to the punch.
Roger:
How did you
know we'd be here?
Benny:
I had a hunch.
Mark:
You're not mad?
Benny:
I'm here to
end this war. It's a shame you went and destroyed the door.
Mimi:
Why all the
sudden the big about face?
Benny:
The credit is
yours. You made a good case.
Roger:
What case?
Benny:
Mimi came to
see me and she had much to say.
Mimi:
That's not how
you put it at all yesterday.
Benny:
I couldn't stop
thinking about the whole mess. Mark, you want to get this on film?
Mark:
I guess.
Benny:
I regret the
unlucky circumstances of the past seven days.
Roger:
Circumstance?
You padlocked our door.
Benny:
And it's with
great pleasure on behalf of Cyberarts that I hand you this key.
Angel:
Golf claps.
Mark:
I have no juice
in my battery.
Benny:
Reshoot.
Roger:
I see.
This is a photo opportunity.
Maureen:
The benevolent
god ushers the poor artists back to their flat. Were you planning
on taking down the barbed wire from the lot, too?
Roger:
Anything but
that!
Benny:
Clearing the
lot was a safety concern. We break ground this month, but you can
return.
Maureen:
That's why you're
here with people you hate instead of with Muffy at Muffy's estate?
Benny:
I'd honestly
rather be with you tonight than in Westport-
Roger:
Spare us, old
sport, the sound bite.
Benny:
Mimi, since
your ways are so seductive-
Mimi:
You came on
to me!
Benny:
Persuade him
not to be so counterproductive.
Roger:
Liar!
Benny:
Why not tell
them what you wore to my place?
Mimi:
I was on my
way to work.
Benny:
Black leather
and lace! My desk was a mess, I think I'm still sore.
Mimi:
'Cause I kicked
him and told him I wasn't his whore.
Benny:
Does your boyfriend
know who your last boyfriend was?
Roger:
I'm not her
boyfriend; I don't care what she does!
Angel:
People!
Is this any way to start a new year? Have compassion; Benny just
lost his cat.
Benny:
My dog, but
I appreciate that.
Angel:
My cat had a
fall and I went through hell.
Benny:
It's like losing
a - how did you know that she fell?
Collins:
Champagne?
Benny:
Don't mind if
I do. To dogs!
All but Benny:
No, Benny, to
you!
Angel:
Let's make a
resolution.
Mimi:
I'll drink to
that!
Collins:
Let's always
stay friends.
Joanne:
Tho' we have
our disputes
Maureen:
This family
tree's got deep roots.
Mark:
Friendship is
thicker than blood.
Roger:
That depends.
Mimi:
Depends on trust.
Roger:
Depends on true
devotion.
Joanne:
Depends on love.
Mark:
Depends on not
denying emotion.
Roger:
Perhaps.
All:
It's gonna be
a happy new year.
Roger:
I guess.
All:
It's gonna be
a happy new year.
Roger:
You're right!
Angel:
It's gonna be
a happy new year!
Roger & Mimi:
I'm sorry.
Roger:
Coming?
Mimi:
In a minute.
I'm fine, go.
Man:
Well, well,
well, what have we here? It's gonna be a happy new year. There
there, there there...
5.
Take Me or Leave Me (Joanne's loft)
Mark:
Valentine's
Day. Pan across the empty lot. Roger's down at Mimi's, where
he's been for almost two months... tho' he talks about selling his guitar
and getting out of here... still jealous of Benny. God knows where
Collins and Angel are... could be that new Shanty Town by the river or
a suite at the Plaza. Maureen and Joanne are rehearsing...
Joanne:
I said once
more from the top!
Maureen:
I said no!
Mark:
That is if
they're speaking this week. Me? I'm here. Nowhere.
Joanne:
The line
is, "Cyberarts and its corporate sponsor, Grey Communications, would like
to mitigate the Christmas Eve riots." What is so difficult...?
Maureen:
It just doesn't
roll of my tongue. I like my version!
Joanne:
You, dressed
as a groundhog to protest a ground breaking...!
Maureen:
It's a metaphor!
Joanne:
Well, it's
less than brilliant!
Maureen:
That's it,
Miss Ivy League!
Joanne:
What?
Maureen:
Ever since
New Year's, I haven't said boo. I let you direct, I didn't
pierce my nipples because it grossed you out! I didn't stay and dance
at the Clit Club that night 'cause you wanted to go home!
Joanne:
You were
flirting with the woman in rubber!
Maureen:
That's what
this is about?! There will always be women in rubber flirting
with me! Give me a break.
Every single
day I walk down the street.
I hear people
say, "Baby's so sweet!"
Ever since puberty,
everybody stares at me...
Boys, girls,
I can't help it, baby!
So be kind,
don't lose your mind.
Just remember
that I'm your baby.
Take me for what
I am,
Who I was meant
to be,
And if you give
a damn,
Take me, baby,
or leave me.
Take me, baby,
or leave me.
A tiger in a
cage can never see the sun.
This diva needs
her stage!
Baby, let's
have fun!
You are the
one I choose.
Folks'd kill
to fill your shoes.
You love the
limelight too, baby.
So be mine or
don't waste my time cryin',
"Honeybear,
are you still my baby?!"
Take me for what
I am,
Who I was meant
to be,
And if you give
a damn,
Take me, baby,
or leave me.
No way can I
be what I'm not.
But, hey, don't
you want your girl hot?!
Don't fight,
don't lose your head, 'cause every night, who's in your bed? Who's
in your bed, baby?
Kiss, pookie.
Joanne:
It won't
work.
I look before
I leap.
I love margins
and discipline.
I make lists
in my sleep.
Baby, what's
my sin?
Never quit,
I follow through.
I hate mess,
but I love you!
What to do with
my impromptu, baby?
So be wise,
this girl satisfies.
You've got a
prize but don't compromise.
You're one lucky
baby!
Take me for
what I am.
Maureen:
A control freak.
Joanne:
Who I was meant
to be.
Maureen:
A snob, yet
over-attentive.
Joanne:
And if you give
a damn,
Maureen:
A lovable, droll
geek!
Joanne:
Take me, baby,
or leave me.
Maureen:
And anal retentive!
Both:
That's it!
Joanne:
The straw that
breaks my back!
Both:
I quit!
Joanne:
Unless you take
it back!
Both:
Women!
Maureen:
What is it about
them?
Both:
Can't live with
them or without them!
Take me for what
I am,
Who I was meant
to be,
And if you give
a damn,
Take me, baby,
or leave me.
Take me, baby,
or leave me.
Guess I'm leavin'!
I'm gone!
6.
Seasons of Love B
Company:
In diapers,
report cards, in spoke wheels, in speeding tickets.
In contracts,
dollars, in funerals, in births.
In five hundred
twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes.
How do you figure
a last year on Earth?
Figure in love,
figure in love, figure in love.
Measure in love.
Seasons of love,
seasons of love.
7.
Without You (Mimi's apartment)
Roger:
Where were
you?
Mimi:
I'm sorry
I'm late...
Roger:
I know.
You lost your keys. No, you went for a walk; you had to help your
mother. And how's Benny? I'm gonna work upstairs tonight.
Mimi:
That's not...
I should tell
you,
I should...
Never mind.
Roger:
Happy Spring.
(exits)
Mimi:
Without you
the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you
the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam,
the poets dream, the eagles fly without you.
The Earth turns,
the sun burns, but I die without you.
Without you
the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you
the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar,
the days soar, the babies cry without you.
The moon glows,
the river flows, but I die without you.
Roger:
The world revives.
Mimi:
Colors renew.
Both:
But I know blue,
only blue, lonely blue, within me, blue without you.
Mimi:
Without you
the hand gropes, the ear hears, the pulse beats.
Roger:
Without you
the eyes gaze, the legs walk, the lungs breathe.
Both:
The mind churns,
the heart yearns, the tears dry without you.
Life goes on,
but I'm gone 'cause I die
Roger:
Without you.
Mimi:
Without you.
Roger:
Without you.
Both:
Without you.
8.
Voice Mail #4 (the loft)
Answering Machine:
Speak!...(beeep!)
Alexi Darling:
Mark Cohen,
Alexi Darling. Labor Day weekend in East Hampton on the beach!
Just saw Alec Baldwin! Told him you say hi! Just kidding!
We still need directors. You still need money. You know you
need
money! Pick up the phone! Don't be afraid of ker-ching, ker-ching!
Marky, sell us your soul! Just kidding. We're waiting!
9.
Contact (various fantasy bed locations)
Group A:
Hot, hot, hot,
sweat sweet.
Wet, wet, wet,
red heat.
Hot, hot, hot,
sweat sweet.
Wet, wet, wet,
red heat.
Please don't
stop, please, please don't stop,
Stop, stop,
stop, stop don't, please, please, please, please.
Hot, hot, hot,
sweat sweet.
Wet, wet, wet,
red heat.
Sticky, licky,
trickle, tickle.
Steamy, creamy,
stroking, soaking.
Group B:
Hot, hot, hot,
sweat sweet.
Wet, wet, wet,
red heat.
Collins:
Touch!
Maureen:
Taste!
Mimi:
Deep!
Collins:
Dark!
Maureen:
Kiss!
Collins:
Beg!
Mimi:
Slap!
Mimi, Maureen
& Collins:
Fear!
Collins:
Thick!
Mimi, Maureen
& Collins:
Red, red, red,
red, red, red, please!
Maureen:
Harder!
Angel:
Faster!
Maureen:
Wetter!
Mimi:
Bastard!
Collins:
You whore!
Maureen:
You cannibal!
Mimi & Angel:
More!
Maureen:
You animal!
Mimi, Maureen
& Collins:
Fluid, no fluid,
no contact, yes, no contact.
All:
Fire, fire,
burn, burn, yes!
No latex, rubber,
rubber, fire, latex, rubber, latex, bummer, lover, bummer!
Angel:
Take me, take
me!
Today for you,
tomorrow for me!
Today for me!
Tomorrow you,
tomorrow you, love!
You!
I love you!
I love you!
Take me, take
me, I love you!
Roger:
Um.
Joanne:
Wait.
Mimi:
Slipped.
Collins:
Shit.
Joanne:
Ow!
Roger:
Where'd it go?
Mimi:
Safe.
Collins:
Damn.
Maureen:
I think I missed.
Don't get pissed.
All:
It was bad for
me, was it bad for you?!
Joanne:
It's over!
Maureen:
It's over!
Roger:
It's over!
Mimi:
It's over!
Collins:
It's over.
10.
I'll Cover You Reprise (Angel's memorial)
Mimi:
Angel was
one of my closest friends. It's right that it's Halloween, because
it was her favorite holiday. I knew we'd hit it off right from the
start. That skinhead was bothering her, and she said she was more
of a man than he'd ever be... and more of a woman than he'd ever get...
Mark:
And then
there was that time that he walked up to a group of tourists... and they
were petrified because, a) they were obviously lost, and b) they had probably
never spoken to a drag queen before in their lives. But he... she...
just offered to escort them out of Alphabet City, and then she let them
take a picture with her, and then she said she'd help them find the Circle
Line...
[note from Meg: sometimes "Statue
of Liberty" substituted for "Circle Line"]
Maureen:
...so much
more original than any of us - you'd find an old tablecloth on the street
and make a dress - and next year, sure enough, they'd be mass-producing
them at the Gap! You always said how lucky you were that we were
all your friends, but it was us, baby, who were the lucky ones.
Collins:
Live in my house,
I'll be your
shelter,
Just pay me
back with one thousand kisses.
Be my lover
and I'll cover you.
Open your door,
I'll be your
tenant.
Don't got much
baggage to lay at your feet,
But sweet kisses
I've got to spare.
I'll be there,
I'll cover you!
I think they
meant it when they said you can't buy love.
Now I know you
can rent it, a new lease you were, my love, on life.
All my life
I've longed to discover something as true as this is.
| Joanne &
Soloist:
So with a thousand Sweet kisses, I'll cover you. With a thousand
With a thousand
With a thousand
|
Collins:
If you're cold
and
You've got one
When you're worn
When your heart
|
Company:
Five hundred
twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes.
Five hundred
twenty-five thousand moments so dear.
Five hundred
twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes.
Five hundred
twenty-five thousand six hundred - Measure a year.
Oh, lover, I'll
cover you.
Oh, lover, I'll
cover you.
Collins &
Company:
Oh, lover, I'll
cover you! Oh, lover
Collins:
I'll cover you!
Company:
Five hundred
twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes.
Five hundred
twenty-five thousand seasons of love.
Collins:
I'll cover you!
11.
Halloween (outside church)
Mark:
(on pay phone)
Hi.
It's Mark Cohen. Is Alexi there?... No, don't bother her. Just
tell her I'm running a little late for our appointment. I'm at my
friend's... yes, I'm still coming... Yes, I signed the contract... Thanks.
(hangs up)
How did we get
here?
How the hell...
pan left - close on the steeple of the church.
How did I get
here?
How the hell...
Christmas.
Christmas Eve
last year.
How could a
night so frozen be so scalding hot?
How can a morning
this mild be so raw?
Why are entire
years strewn on the the cutting-room floor of memory
When single
frames from one magic night forever flicker
In close-up
on the 3D IMAX of my mind?
That's poetic.
That's pathetic.
Why did Mimi
knock on Roger's door,
And Collins
choose that phone booth back where Angel set up his drums?
Why did Maureen's
equipment break down?
Why am I the
witness?
And when I capture
it on film, will it mean that it's the end,
And I'm alone?
12.
Good-bye Love (outside church)
Mimi:
It's true you
sold your guitar and bought a car?
Roger:
It's true.
I'm leaving no for Santa Fe. It's true you're with this yuppie scum?
Benny:
You said you'd
never speak to him again.
Mimi:
Not now.
Maureen:
Who said that
you have any say in who she says things to at all?
Roger:
Yeah!
Joanne:
Who said that
you should stick your nose in other people's-
Maureen:
Who said I was
talking to you?
Joanne:
We used to have
this fight each night
Mark:
Calm down!
Joanne:
She'd never
admit
Mark:
Everyone, please!
Joanne:
That I existed!
Mimi:
He was the
Benny:
Mimi!
Mimi:
Same way.
He was always, "Run away, hit the road, don't commit." You're full
of shit!
Joanne:
She's in denial.
Mimi:
He's in denial.
Joanne:
Didn't give
an inch
Mark:
Come on!
Joanne:
When I gave
a mile!
Mimi:
I gave a mile!
Roger:
Gave a mile
to who?
Mark & Benny:
Come on, guys,
chill!
Mimi & Joanne:
I'd be happy
to die for a taste of what Angel had. Someone to live for, unafraid
to say I love you!
Roger:
All your words
are nice, Mimi, but love's not a three-way street. You'll never share
real love until you love yourself - I should know.
Collins:
You all said
you'd be cool today, so please... for my sake... I can't believe he's gone.
I can't believe you're going. I can't believe this family must die.
Angel helped us believe in love. I can't believe you disagree.
All:
I can't believe
this is good-bye!
Maureen:
Pookie!
Joanne:
Honeybear!
Maureen:
I missed
you so much!
Joanne:
I missed
you.
Maureen:
I missed
your smell.
Joanne:
I missed
your mouth. (Joanne kisses Maureen)
Maureen:
Ow.
Joanne:
What?
Maureen:
Nothing,
pookie.
Joanne:
No, baby,
you said "ow". What?
Maureen:
You bit my
tongue.
Joanne:
No, I didn't.
Maureen:
You did.
I'm bleeding.
Joanne:
No, it isn't.
Maureen:
I think I
should know!
Joanne:
Let me see.
Maureen:
She doesn't
believe me!
Joanne:
I was only
trying to... (they hug and exit. Pastor
emerges from church)
Pastor:
Thomas B.
Collins?
Collins:
Coming.
(They exit. Mimi exits with Benny.)
Mark:
I hear there
are great restaurants out west.
Roger:
Some of the
best. How could she?
Mark:
How could you
let her go?
Roger:
You just don't
know. How could we lose Angel?
Mark:
Maybe you'll
see why when you stop escaping your pain. At least now if you try,
Angel's death won't be in vain.
Roger:
His death is
in vain! (Mimi reappears, overhearing their conversation)
Mark:
Are you insane?
There's so much to care about. There's me, there's Mimi!
Roger:
Mimi's got her
baggage too.
Mark:
So do you.
Roger:
Who are you
to tell me what I know, what to do?
Mark:
A friend.
Roger:
But who, Mark,
are you? "Mark has got his work." They say, "Mark lives for
his work." And, "Mark's in love with his work." Mark hides
in his work.
Mark:
From what?
Roger:
Facing your
failure, facing your loneliness, facing the fact you live a lie.
Yes, you live a lie - tell you why. You're always preaching not to
be numb when that's how you thrive. You pretend to create and observe
when really you detach from feeling alive.
Mark:
Perhaps it's
because I'm the one of us to survive.
Roger:
Poor baby!
Mark:
Mimi still lover
Roger. Is Roger really jealous, or afraid that Mimi's weak?
Roger:
Mimi did look
pale.
Mark:
Mimi's gotten
thin; Mimi's running out of time. Roger's running out the door.
Roger:
No more!
Oh no! I've gotta go.
Mark:
Hey, for somebody
who's always been let down, who's heading out of town?
Roger:
For someone
who longs for a community of his own, who's with his camera, alone?
I'll call. I hate the fall. (sees Mimi)
You heard?
Mimi:
Every word.
You don't want baggage without lifetime guarantees. You don't want
to watch me die? I just came to say good-bye, love. Good-bye,
love. Came to say good-bye, love, good-bye.
Just came to say
Roger:
Glory
Mimi:
Good-bye, love
Roger:
One blaze of
Mimi:
Good-bye, love
Roger:
Glory
Mimi:
Good-bye, love
Roger:
I have to find
Mimi:
Good-bye. (Roger
exits; Benny enters)
Please don't touch me, understand. I'm scared. I need to get away.
Mark:
I know a place,
a clinic.
Benny:
A rehab?
Mimi:
Maybe... could
you?
Benny:
I'll pay.
Mimi:
Good-bye, love.
Good-bye, love. Came to say good-bye, love, good-bye. Just
came to say good-bye, love. Good-bye, love. Good-bye, love.
Hello... disease. (Mimi runs off; Collins quickly enters followed
by Pastor)
13.
What You Own
Pastor:
Off the premises,
now! We don't give handouts here!
Mark:
What happened
to "Rest in Peace"?
Pastor:
Off the premises,
queer!
Collins:
That's no
way to send a boy to meet his maker. They had to know we couldn't
pay the undertaker.
Benny:
Don't you
worry 'bout him. Hey, I'll take care of it.
(Pastor exits)
Mark:
Must be nice
to have money.
All Three:
No shit.
Collins:
I think it
only fair to tell you you just paid for the funeral of the person who killed
your dog.
Benny:
I know.
I always hated that dog. Let's pay him off, and then get drunk.
Mark:
I can't.
I have a meeting.
Collins &
Benny:
Punk!
Let's go. (they exit)
Mark:
"Hi.
Mark Cohen here for Buzzline...
Back to you, Alexi. Coming up next, vampire welfare queens who are
compulsive bowlers." Oh my God, what am I doing?
Don't breathe
too deep.
Don't think
all day.
Dive into work.
Drive the other
way.
That drip of
hurt; that pint of shame goes away, just play the game.
You're living
in America,
Leave your conscience
at the tone.
And when you're
living in America
At the end of
the millennium,
You're what
you own.
Roger:
The filmmaker
cannot see.
Mark:
And the songwriter
cannot hear.
Roger:
Yet I see Mimi
everywhere.
Mark:
Angel's voice
is in my ear.
Roger:
Just tighten
those shoulders.
Mark:
Just clench
your jaw 'til you frown.
Roger:
Just don't let
go
Both:
Or you may drown.
You're living
in America
At the end of
the millennium.
You're living
in America
Where it's like
the Twilight Zone.
And when you're
living in America
At the end of
the millennium,
You're what
you own.
So I own not
a notion.
I escape and
ape content.
I don't own
emotion - I rent.
| Mark:
What was it about That night? |
Roger:
What was it about
|
Both:
Connection in
an isolating age.
| Mark:
For once the shadows Gave way to light. |
Roger:
For once the
shadows
|
Both:
For once I didn't
disengage!
Mark:
(dials pay
phone)
Angel, I hear
you.
I hear it, I
see it, I see it - my film!
Roger:
Mimi, I see
you.
I see it, I
hear it, I hear it - my song!
| Mark:
Alexi - Mark. Call me a Hypocrite. I need to finish My own film. I quit! |
Roger:
One song - Glory
|
Both:
Dying in America
At the end of
the millennium.
We're dying
in America
To come into
our own!
But when you're
dying in America
At the end of
the millennium,
You're not alone.
I'm not alone.
I'm not alone!
14.
Voice Mail #5
Roger &
Mark: (on answering machine)
Speak!...
Roger's Mother:
Roger, this
is your mother. Roger, honey, I don't get these postcards.
"Moving to Santa Fe." "Back in New York." "Starting a rock
band."
(the following
sung simultaneously)
Roger, where
are you? Please call.
Mimi's Mother:
Mimi, chica,
donde estas? Tu mama esta llamando. Donde estas, Mimi, call?
Mr. Jefferson:
Kitten, wherever
are you? Call
Mrs. Cohen:
Mark, are there,
are there? I don't know if he's there. We're all here wishing
you were, too. Where are you, Mark, are you there, are you, where
are you? Mark, are you there, are you there? I don't know if
- please call your mother!>
15.
Finale A (the lot and the loft)
Homeless People:
Christmas bells
are ringing.
Christmas bells
are ringing.
Christmas bells
are ringing.
How time flies
when compassion dies.
No stocking,
no candy canes, no gingerbread, no safety net, no loose change, no change,
no
One Homeless
Man:
Santy Claus
is coming
All:
'Cause Santy
Claus ain't coming. No room at the Holiday Inn again. Well,
maybe next year or when.
(back to the
loft)
Mark:
December 24th,
10pm, Eastern Standard Time. I can't believe a year went by so fast.
Time to see what we have time to see. Turn the projector on.
First shot Roger with the Fender guitar he just got out of hock, when he sold the car that took him away and back.
Roger:
I found my song.
Mark:
He found his
song, if he could just find Mimi.
Roger:
I tried.
You know I tried.
Mark:
Fade in on Mark,
who's still in the dark.
Roger:
But he's got
great footage.
Mark:
Which he's cut
together
Roger:
To screen tonight
Mark:
In honor of
Benny's wife
Roger:
Muffy
Mark:
Alison pulling
Benny out of the East Village location.
(projector
blows a fuse. Blackout)
Roger:
Then again,
maybe we won't screen it tonight.
Mark:
I wonder
how Alison found out about Mimi.
Roger:
Maybe a little
bird told her.
(Collins enters in the dark with money in each hand)
Collins:
Or an angel.
(lights up) I
had a little hunch that you could use a little flow.
Roger:
Tutoring again?
Collins:
Negative.
Mark:
Back at NYU?
Collins:
No, no, no.
I rewired the ATM at the Food Emporium to provide an honorarium to anyone
with the code.
Roger & Mark:
The code.
Well?
Collins:
A-N-G-E-L.
Yet Robin Hooding isn't the solution. The powers that be must be
undermined where the dwell: in a smell, exclusive gourmet institution where
we overcharge the wealthy clientele.
All Three:
Let's open up
a restaurant in Santa Fe with a private corner banquette in the back.
We'll make it yet, we'll somehow get to Santa Fe.
Roger:
But you're miss
New York before you could unpack.
All Three:
Ohhh...
Maureen:
Mark!
Roger! Anyone! Help!
Mark:
Maureen?
Maureen:
It's Mimi!
I can't get her up the stairs!
Roger:
No!
Maureen:
She was huddled
in the park in the dark, and she was freezing and begged to come here.
Roger:
Over here?
Oh, God!
Mimi:
Got a light?
I know you. You're shivering...
Joanne:
She's been living
on the street.
Roger:
We need some
heat.
Mimi:
I'm shivering.
Mark:
We can buy some
wood and something to eat.
Collins:
I'm afraid she
needs more than heat.
Mimi:
I hear that.
Maureen:
Collins will
call for a doctor, honey.
Mimi:
Don't waste
your money on Mimi, me, me...
Collins:
Hello, 911?
I'm on hold!
Mimi:
Cold, cold!
Would you light my candle?
Roger:
Yes, we'll...
oh, God, find a candle!
Mimi:
I should tell
you,
I should tell
you
Roger:
I should tell
you,
I should tell
you.
Mimi:
I should tell
you,
Benny wasn't
any-
Roger:
Shhhh, I know.
I should tell you why I left. It wasn't 'cause I didn't-
Mimi:
I know.
I should tell
you
Roger:
I should tell
you
Mimi:
I should tell
you
I love you.
Roger:
Who do you think
you are? Leaving me alone with my guitar. Hold on, there's
something you hear. It isn't much, but it took all year.
16.
Your Eyes
Roger:
Your eyes as
we said our good-bye,
Can't get them
out of my mind,
And I find I
can't hide from your eyes.
The ones that
took me by surprise the night you came into my life.
Where there's
moonlight, I see your eyes.
How'd I let
you slip away when I'm longing so to hold you?
Now I'd die
for one more day
'Cause there's
something I should have told you.
Yes, there's
something I should have told you
When I looked
into your eyes.
Why does distance
make us wise?
You were the
song all along,
And before the
song dies,
I should tell
you,
I should tell
you,
I have always
loved you.
You can see
it in my eyes.
(Mimi's head falls to the side and her arm drops off the table)
Mimi!!
17.
Finale B
Mimi:
I jumped
over the moon!
Roger:
What?
Mimi:
A leap of
mooooooooooooooo
Joanne:
She's back!
Mimi:
I was in
a tunnel heading for this warm, white light...
Maureen:
Oh, my God!
Mimi:
And I swear
Angel was there! And she looked good! And she said, "Turn around,
girlfriend, and listen to that boy's song."
Collins:
She's drenched.
Maureen:
Her fever's
breaking.
Mark:
There is no
future, there is no past.
Roger:
Thank God this
moment's not the last.
Mimi & Roger:
There's only
us. There's only this. Forget regret, or life is yours to miss.
All:
No other road,
no other way. No day but today.
(Company
enters)
| Women:
I can't control My destiny. I trust my soul. My only goal Is just to be. Without you The hand gropes, The ear hears, The pulse beats. Life goes on, But I'm gone. 'Cause I die Without you. I die without you. I die without you. I die without you. I die without you. I die without you. No day but today! |
Men:
Will I lose my dignity? Will someone care? Will I wake tomorrow From this nightmare? There's only
now,
No day but today.
|
The
End