| [On the stage in the background, Winslow starts to play and sing his Faust.] | |
| Swan : | Listen. |
| Philbin : | [Turning
around.] What? |
| [Camera goes down to focus on Winslow and starts to slowly circle around him as he plays.] | |
| Song : Winslow {Faust} |
Out of place
as a crying clown who could only frown And the play went on for hours. And as I lived my role, swore I'd sell my soul for one love Who would stand by me And give me back the gift of laughter, yeah One love who would stand by me and after making love we'd dream a bit of style We'd dream a bunch of friends Dream each other's smile And dream it never ends I was not myself last night and in the morning
light I could see the change was showing |
| [Camera goes back to room with Philbin and an off-camera Swan.] | |
| Swan : | That's it. |
| Philbin : | What? |
| Swan : | The music to open the Paradise. After all these years, I've finally found it. |
| Philbin : | You want that creep to open the Paradise? |
| Swan : | No, no, not him. The music. Listen to the music. |
| Philbin : | What do I do with him? |
| Song : Winslow |
And lay beside me while we dream |
| Swan : | You'll think of something. |
| [Camera goes back to focus on Winslow as he rehearses.] | |
| Song : Winslow |
A bit of style Dream a bunch of friends Dream each other's smile And dream it never ends All my dreams are lost, and I can't sleep |
| Chapter 3 |