Shadow Play (1986)

Dee Wallace: Morgan Hanna

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• Morgan Hanna : The past returns to bruise my mind, with all that we once dreamed.

  Morgan Hanna : With memories of a stillborn love, and nothing what it seemed.

  Morgan Hanna : For me the year was vivid gold, no shadows hiding sadness.

  Morgan Hanna : Your parting secret, swift and sure has left the scent of madness.

• Morgan Hanna : The last night spangled and vibrant with promises hung there between us, then fell away.

  Morgan Hanna : With a banshee cry, the black magician wrapped all in his black cloak.

  Morgan Hanna : Breath and stars and every promise.

  Morgan Hanna : He stuffed them hurriedly into his hat, pleading another engagement.

  Morgan Hanna : And left with his silk scarves after sawing the beautiful lady in half.

• Morgan Hanna : You wait embalmed in a Victorian parlor, for grieved relations to say goodbye.

  Morgan Hanna : But- what if I find the body has warmth that only time can magnify?

• Morgan Hanna : In sleep I am awake once more.

  Morgan Hanna : A sleight of hand I have perfected to dream in color every night.

  Morgan Hanna : Primary colors, primal heartbeats, tearing at my senses, softening my shell.

  Morgan Hanna : The taste of you is on my tongue again and I will graze 'til morning.

• Morgan Hanna , Lois : The shadow man came with satin sheets and tea, talking easily of magic, trick rabbits, and rings.

  Conroy : He knew the precise location of sleeping and waking and drew me a map to prove it.

  Sarah : But as I slept, I lost the north from the south of it, and he could not follow me there.

  Morgan Hanna : Though he tried. For he loved me in his way.

  Archie : There was a story in his eyes I tried to read when the sun was high. But he disappeared.

  Sophie : Only to return when shadows fell over the windows of his past.

• Morgan Hanna : Through the looking glass, cold and unforgiving. She watched the knight come riding.

  Morgan Hanna : He had lightning in his hands to force the night against its will and bend her like a moth to flame.

  Morgan Hanna : With medieval magicing he crossed the perilous kingdom, between the world and its reflection.

• Morgan Hanna : He came another face and voice to make the strange familiar.

  Morgan Hanna : But in his touch it was revealed what wizardry could not conceal.

  Morgan Hanna : It promised ecstasy at last and pleaded: Ride with me. Ride with me through the glass.

• Conroy : Prisoner of my reflections.

  Sophie : I tried to touch my keep.

  Lois : And in that dark and liquid night,

  Archie : I let me (sic) own hands reach you.

  Conroy : To loose the ropes that binds us.

  Sarah : Let our sails billow wildly.

  Sophie : Twined faces, parallel places, came together in the glass.

  Jeremy Crown : I'm so filled with longing, to pluck the future from the past.

  Morgan Hanna : I see you beckon from afar, spangled as the last night, now with promises anew.

  Jeremy Crown : I hear the black magician sing.

  Morgan Hanna : And I will follow you.

  Morgan Hanna : To the places we have known and the dreams that we have sown.

  Morgan Hanna : To watch them flower in the night.

  Morgan Hanna : Take me then as I do you. And in that bonding find release.

  Jeremy Crown : Come. Know the truth that holds me here.

  Jeremy Crown : I wait for you and peace.

  Conroy , Sophie , Lois , Archie , Sarah , Jeremy Crown : And peace

• Morgan Hanna : The dream is done and so am I, except as reflections in a lover's eye.

  Morgan Hanna : To you the future take the sky, the sun, the stars and fly. And fly.

• Morgan Hanna : [typing out a story called Reflections on Love and Death]  A serious young woman went to Orcas Island to spend the summer writing. She met a man who made her laugh and love for the first time. With no warning he took his life and something in her died. She fled to New York into the safe arms of her writing. The writing stopped when the nightmare began. The shrink said; the person you can't forgive controls you. She had never forgiven him for leaving her, or herself for letting him go. And she never could until she knew - why.

• Jeremy Crown : ...d'une femme inconnu, qui j'aime et qui m'aime.

  Morgan Hanna : What does it mean?

  Jeremy Crown : Oh. Pig of the evening wilt thou be mine and snort in the mud with this horny young sod?

  [snorts, laughs] 

  Morgan Hanna : Oh, does not, Jeremy! You are so rude! What does it mean?

  John Crown : I have a strange and exciting dream...

  Jeremy Crown : ...of an unknown woman who I love, who loves me.