We see Robards biting into Hickey's climactic speech from "Iceman" and we are shattered. We watch in awe as Plummer delivers James Tyrone's speech about having sold out his talent years before and builds the rush of words to a kind of tragic howl, only to realize that the naked white truth of what he has said is simply too much to acknowledge without surrendering his soul completely. And he pulls back. He tries to shrug it off, put it back in the bottle. And just before the camera moves away, a kind of tremor ripples across Plummer's face. A flicker of pain so brief yet so profound, we know in an instant that it is too late to salvage that soul.
I give you the original script of this play of old sorrow, written in tears and blood. A sadly inappropriate gift, it would seem, for a day celebrating happiness. But you will understand. I mean it as a tribute to your love and tenderness which gave me the faith in love that enable me to face my dead at last and write this play write it with deep pity and understanding and forgiveness for all the four haunted Tyrones.
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