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[witch 1] When should the 3 of us meet again?
What variety of bad weather do you prefer?
[witch 2] When the battle is over.
And the victor is determined.
[witch 3] Where?
[witch 2] In an open field.
[witch 3] We will meet Macbeth there.
[witch 1] [nonsense witchy chanting rhyme]
Hello there.
Tell me how the battle is going.
It was a real shit show for a while there.
The Armies were like morbidly obese men, exhausted after running 2 blocks after an ice cream truck.
That piece of shit Macdonwald,
that bastard is so lucky,
he's got to be fucking "Lady Luck".
But he must not be very good in the sack...
Because bad ass motherfucker Macbeth... He deserves that name.
He was like "Fuck luck" Then he took his sword,
and fucked up a bunch of dudes that stood between him and MacDonwald
When he finally reached him, Macbeth didn't say shit.
He just stuck his sword in his belly and sliced all the way up to his jaw.
Then that cold muthafucka put his head on the castle wall.
That's fucking awesome... go on!
But just as the Irish start to retreat...
The Norwegians see an opportunity,
and they send THEIR troops into battle.
Did Macbeth and Banquo shit their pants?
Yes.
Like a young boy waking into the woods with a stranger.
So they were like "We REALLY gotta fuck these guys up"
I'm going to stop there.
I think I need medical attention.
[obligatory greeting]
Where are you traveling from?
From Fife, great King,
where the Norwegians intended to fuck us up.
The King of Norway himself, with a shit ton of soldiers, aided by that fucking asshole traitor,
the Thane of Cawdor, decided to start some shit.
Until Macbeth and Banquo, In their battle worn amour,
Shut that shit down
blow for blow, until the Norwegians realized they were in deep shit.
And, in the end...
We kicked their ass.
Fuck yeah!
The Thane of Cawdor is not fucking with me ever again.
Announce his execution.
I'm on it.
And to take over his position …
Bad ass motherfucker Macbeth.
[witch 1] Where have you been, sister?
[witch 2] Killing swine.
[witch 3] Sister, where are you?
[witch 1] Look what I have.
[witch 2] Show me. Show me!
[witch 1] I have the thumb of a sailor, His ship wrecked on his way home.
[witch 2] A drum. A drum!
[witch 1] Macbeth has arrived.
[witch 3] Yes.
[witches chant a curse]
[It's for a sailor]
[whose wife wouldn't share her chestnuts]
[which is totally not mentioned in this movie]
[chant continues]
[still going]
Peace.
The spell is complete.
We have seen some shit today!
How far is it to Forres?
Who are they? They look like bag ladies.
Are they zombies?
If you are alive, can I ask you a question?
Tell me, What are you?
[witch 1] All hail, Macbeth.
Hail to you, Thane of Glamis.
[witches, together] All hail, Macbeth. Hail to you, Thane of Cawdor!
[witch 3] All hail, Macbeth.
You will be king.
Are you supernatural? Or actually just bag ladies?
If you can see the future
and say when the crops will be fruitful.
You can tell me, I'm not afraid or disgusted by you.
[to Banquo] Your future is super complicated.
Your children will be kings, but you won't.
[witches, together] So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo.
Banquo and Macbeth.
All hail.
I don't know what the fuck you are talking about. But I want to hear more.
I know I am Thane of Glamis, but how am I the Thane of Cawdor?
The Thane of Cawdor is alive, He's doing pretty well for himself.
And I can' believe it is possible that I could be king.
Where the fuck is this coming from?
And why did you meet us here to tell us this bullshit?
The earth is full of magical portals
They must have used one, thats how they seemed to vanish.
Its the only explanation how something so real, suddenly vanishes.
I wish they stayed.
Were they real?
Or are we on drugs?
Your children will be kings.
You will be king.
And Thane of Cawdor too. That's what they said, right?
That's exactly what they said.
Who's there?!
Macbeth, The king has heard the news of your success.
And when he heard your tale of the battle,
he was speechless
The king sent us to thank you.
And take you to him, not to give you anything.
And, spoiler alert...
He told me to call you Thane of Cawdor.
So hail, Thane of Cawdor.
Thats you!
Could those bag ladies be right?!
The Thane of Cawdor is alive. Why are you giving me his title?
He's currently still alive...
But sentenced to death. And deserves it.
If he fought with the Norwegians,
or if he secretly aided the rebels,
or if he fought along side both enemies, I don't know.
But his treason has been proven,
he is a dead man.
I appreciate the update.
I am Glamis and Thane of Cawdor.
And the best of their predictions is yet to come.
You don't want your children to be kings?
They predicted I would be Thane of Cawdor AND your children would be kings.
If you believe them, you are on your way to be king,
as well as the Thane of Cawdor.
But its weird...
To lead us to our peril,
evil beings tell us only part of the truth,
to gain our trust. But ultimately fuck us over.
Their predictions are not bad, but can't be good either.
If its bad, why did their awesome prediction turn out to be true?
I am Thane of Cawdor.
If its good, why am I thinking about killing the king?
A thought so horrifying, it makes my heart pound.
I am less concerned about present threats, than the future I'm imagining.
My thoughts of murder are just a fantasy..
But it makes me wonder who I am anymore.
I've become obsessed with a future that has yet to come.
If I'm fated to be king, maybe I will be, without doing anything.
Que Sera Sera
Whatever will be, will be.
"The witches (or bag ladies or zombies) met me the day of my victory."
And I have since discovered,
they can tell the future.
When I tried to ask more questions
They vanished into thin air.
While I stood, dumbstruck.
The king's messengers came, and called me 'Thane of Cawdor,'
It was predicted by those witches.
and they also predicted I would be king.
I thought you should hear this news. my life partner, and BFF
so you could share my happiness
by knowing the bad ass shit coming
keep it a secret. Cheers.
You are Thane of Glamis and Cawdor.
Just like you were promised.
But I worry, you don't have the balls to take the crown.
You are too much of a pussy to strike at the first opportunity.
You want to be the shit.
You are ambitious, but don't have the killer instinct to obtain it.
You want to be king without getting your hands dirty.
You don't want to have to cheat, to get something that is not yours.
Hurry home,
So I can talk some fucking sense into you.
And talk you out of
whatever is keeping you from the crown.
Has Cawdor been executed?
My King.
I heard from a witness of his death
He says Cawdor confessed to his treasons.
and begged for mercy.
His death was more impressive than anything he did in life.
It was like he prepared for death to be his greatest moment.
tossing away his greatest possession, like a bag of dog shit.
There's no way to read a man by looking him in the eye.
I trusted him, without doubt.
You are the man!
I have not thanked you enough.
I have to say, I don't know how to repay you.
If you deserved less, My payment would have been sufficient.
No worries.
I will make sure you are successful.
Noble Banquo, you deserve as much as Macbeth
everyone should know.
Accept the benefits that come with our collusion.
Anything I accomplish, will be because of you.
These are happy tears.
Family and friends,
and all my other besties,
I want you to know, my kingdom will go to my oldest son, Malcolm
I name him...
prince of Cumberland.
He is not the only one to be honored.
Anyone deserving of a noble title will have one.
Let's go to your castle at Inverness, you can share your wine with me.
You are the man. I would not be happy otherwise.
I'll tell my wife you are coming.
Macbeth out!
Thane of Cawdor is the shit!
Let's go to his castle, he has wine for us.
He is a fucking standup dude!
Prince of Cumberland!
If I am going to be king, I have to fuck him up.
He is in my way.
You ready for this?
I'm going to fuck some shit up.
The king is coming here tonight.
Are you fucking nuts? Is Macbeth with him?
I'm sorry, its the truth. Macbeth is coming.
He sent a messenger ahead of him.
Hook him up. he brought us great news.
The messenger can barely speak
as he announces Duncan's arrival to my castle.
Come, evil spirits, give me the strength...
To be a bad ass bitch,
capable of doing some fucked up shit.
Thicken my blood.
So I will not feel remorse,
and human compassion will not stop my evil plan.
Or prevent me from executing it.
Suck on my breasts,
and turn the milk into poison.
wherever you murderous demons hide...
Make me blind to the difference between right and wrong.
so I can't see the horror of my stab stab stabby knife.
and my better judgement will not tell me to stop.
Great Glamis.
Worthy Cawdor.
You will soon be king.
Since your letters, I can't stop thinking about what's to come.
I can't wait.
My dearest love.
Duncan is coming here tonight.
And when is he leaving?
He plans to leave tomorrow.
He won't see tomorrow.
Its obvious from the look on your face. You are up to some shit.
You have to act like everything is cool.
Put on a happy face for the king.
Be cool, even though shit is definitely not cool.
The king is coming, and we must be hospitable.
Let me handle it.
After tonight,
our lives will be changed forever.
Chill the fuck out.
If you look troubled, you will arouse suspicion.
Leave the rest to me.
Sweet Castle!
Really digging this!
[Talking about how much he likes the castle]
[by making an analogy about a summer bird]
[that also likes it here]
[still talking about birds]
Here comes Lady Macbeth.
If everything we do for you, was multiplied by 4,
it still would not mean shit compared to what you've done for us.
We welcome you as our guests.
Where is Macbeth?
We tried to beat him here.
But he was too fast, his desire to get back to you,
inspired him to beat us here.
Lady Macbeth, we are your guests tonight.
Give me your hand.
Take me to Macbeth.
If killing the king has no consequence I should do it quickly
Killing the king will
prevent consequences.
Then this murder would have an inevitable outcome.
And now...
I would risk my position in heaven to do it.
But for a crime like this, there is a punishment.
When we commit violent crimes, we set an example.
And when those that admire us commit such crimes, it is our fault.
Everyone deserves justice.
Drink from the poisoned cup you are serving.
The king has two reasons to trust me.
First, I am his soldier
protecting him.
Second, I am his host.
I should prevent his murder, not murdering him myself.
Besides, Duncan has been a pretty chill king.
he's not even corrupt.
That is how he will be known.
Angels will play trumpets against the injustice of his murder.
Like an innocent newborn,
he will ride with winged angels, on invisible horses.
Spreading the news of what happened, making everyone cry excessively.
I need motivation to do something.
Ambition is my motivation. which makes one head toward disaster.
Whats up?
He is finishing dinner.
Did he ask for me?
Of course he has.
I'm not into this anymore.
The king is being super cool to me.
And now a bunch of people think I'm the shit.
I like being the shit.
I don't want to give that up.
Were you drunk when you were so optimistic before?
So you've slept on it?
And now you are afraid?
I take this as a reflection of how you feel about me.
You are too much of a pussy to take what you want?
Will you kill the king to get what you most desire,
or be a chicken shit,
saying "I can't" after you already said "I want to"
Please stop!
I will do what I can, any more, I am no longer a man.
Where is the beast that told me of this scheme?
When you have the balls to attempt it, then you would be a man.
And if you actually did it, then you would be even more than a man.
A baby has suckled my breast.
I know how sweet that feels.
But even as that baby smiles up at me,
I would take my nipple from its mouth, and smash its brains against the wall,
If I'd swore to do it, like you've sworn to do this.
What if we fuck this up?
Then we fuck it up.
Put your balls to the wall, and we won't fuck it up.
When Duncan is asleep,
he is tired after his road trip,
I will get his two servants so smashed, they will
black the fuck out.
They will sleep like pigs, dead to the world.
Duncan will be our bitch, without any protection.
His drunken servants will be blamed,
for whatever we do.
You will only give birth to male children.
You are too much of a bad ass bitch, to create anything that isn't masculine.
What will everyone think, when we plant the evidence
on the servants, and use their daggers for murder,
they will be prime suspects.
No shit.
We will be making a big show of our grief.
I am on fucking board.
I will do whatever it takes, to get this shit done.
Go, pretend to be a friendly hostess.
Put on a happy face, to disguise your evil heart.
The moon has set. The clock has not struck.
The moon sets at midnight?
I think it's later, sir.
Here. Take my sword.
Take advantage
of the lack of moonlight.
I am tired, but too stressed to sleep.
God, let me sleep without nightmares.
-Give me my sword. Who's there? -A friend.
You are not asleep? The king is in bed.
He has been in an unusually good mood,
and graciously hooked up you and your servants.
Had we been prepared for the king's visit,
We could have entertained him adequately.
It's cool.
Last night I had a dream about the 3 witches.
Their predictions about you have come true.
I couldn't give a fuck about them.
But when you have a moment to talk,
we can discuss it further.
if you want to.
Whenever you want.
Until then, be chill.
Thanks, sir. you too.
Go tell your mistress,
when my drink is ready, ring the bell.
Is this a dagger, I see in front of me?
the handle pointing toward my hand?
Come…
let me hold you.
I don't have you, but I can still see you.
Can I also touch you?
Or are you in my head, a hallucination
from my crazy brain?
But I see you...
as real as this dagger I'm unsheathing.
You are leading me, but I was already going.
And planning to use a weapon just like you.
My eyes are tricking me,
or they are working just fine.
I can still see you,
I see blood on your blade and handle that weren't there before.
There is no dagger here.
It's the murder I'm preparing for, that makes me see one.
Hard ground, don't listen to the direction of my steps,
I'm afraid you will echo back were I am.
I'm going now. The murder is as good as done.
The bell calls me to do it.
Don't listen to the bell, Duncan, It summons you to heaven,
or to hell.
[Comparing an owl's screech]
[to the bells that are rung]
[before an execution.]
The alcohol made the servants drunk, and made me bold.
They are fall-down drunks. I am an angry drunk.
The doors to Duncan's chamber are open,
and the sound of the servants' snores, mock their incompetence.
Amen.
I definitely over-served them,
They probably have alcohol poisoning,
not sure if they will survive.
Oh shit!
I am afraid the servants have awoke, preventing the murder.
Attempted murder = we are fucked.
Listen!
I left the daggers for Macbeth in an obvious place.
Macbeth.
I killed him.
Did you hear something?
-When? -Just now.
-As I came down? -Yes.
Listen.
I'm a mess.
Don't be an idiot.
One servant laughed in his sleep,
and another cried, "Murder!" They woke each other up.
I stood, listening to them.
But they just said their prayers and went back to sleep.
Malcolm and Donalbain are sharing a room.
One yelled, "God bless us,"
and another replied,"Amen"
As if they saw my bloody hands.
Hearing their fear, I could't say "amen" when he said, "God bless us."
Don't worry about it.
But why couldn't I say "amen"?
I really could have used a blessing. But couldn't spit out "amen"
We can't think of what we've done this way.
It will drive us fucking nuts.
I thought I heard someone yell "No more sleep for you"
"Macbeth will have sleepless nights."
But sleep is so good...
[continues talking about how awesome sleeping is]
[still going]
The fuck are you talking about?
More yelling, "wake up!"
"Macbeth's guilt will prevent him from ever being at peace again."
"Macbeth will have sleepless nights."
Who said that?
You become weak,
when you start thinking like a pussy.
Go. Get some water, and wash this blood off your hands.
Why did you take the daggers with you?
You should have left them there. Go back, smear the sleeping servants with blood.
I'm not going back there. I don't want to think about it.
I don't want to see that dead body.
Chicken shit!
Give me the daggers.
The sleeping and the dead can't hurt you.
Only children fear inanimate objects.
I'll paint the servants' faces with blood, to imply their guilt.
My hands are as bloody as yours, but I would be ashamed if my heart was as weak.
Where is that knocking coming from?
What is wrong with me? Every noise frightens me.
Whose hands are these? Ha! They're plucking out my eyes.
Is there enough water in the ocean to wash this blood off my hands?
No, my hands will stain the sea.
Turning green to red.
Instead of thinking of my crime. I prefer to be oblivious.
You trying to wake Duncan with that knocking!
I wish you could.
Oh, that is a lot of knocking.
[Implies that the knocking is on the door to exit hell]
If there were a man in charge of the gates of hell
He would have to turn the key a lot.
Knock, knock!
Who's there, in the name of the devil?
Perhaps a farmer, who killed himself because his grain sold for cheap.
You're just in time. You are going to sweat your ass off in here.
Knock, knock.
Perhaps a slick, two faced, con-man; who lied under oath.
yet could not con his way into heaven.
Come in, con man.
Knock, knock. Who's there?
An English tailor, who can no longer skimp on fabric, since hosiery is in fashion.
Come in, tailor. You can heat up your iron here.
Knock, knock. Never a moment of peace.
This place is too cold to be hell.
I will no longer pretend to be the devil's porter.
Don't forget to tip.
Did you go to bed so late, you are having trouble getting up now?
That right, sir, we were drinking until 3AM.
Drinking is going to lead to 3 things
-What 3 things? -Red nose, sleep and piss.
It turns lust on but also turns off.
I mean, It makes you horny, but unable to perform.
so, too much drink is like a con artist of your sex drive.
It sets you up for failure. It gets you hard, but can't get off.
It persuades and discourages. Gives you a boner, then a limp dick.
So, it will give you wet dreams, but then wake you up, having to piss.
This dude got totally smashed last night.
Good morning, guys.
Is the king awake, Macbeth?
Not yet.
He wanted me to wake him up early. I almost let him oversleep.
I'll wake him up.
Is the king leaving today?
He is. He asked for it to be arranged.
The night has been chaotic.
Where we were sleeping, the wind blew down through the chimneys.
They are saying, they heard cries of grief in the air.
Strange screams of death and terrible voices predicting catastrophes,
that will bring in a dismal new age.
And the obscure bird… [An owl is obscure?]
…screeched throughout the night.
Some say, the Earth shook, like it had a fever.
It was a rough night.
I've just seen some shit!
I Can't fucking believe it!
-What's the matter? -The worst thing imaginable has happened.
A murderer has broke into God's temple
and snuffed out the life in it.
You mean the king?
Go into the bedroom, and see the horrific sight.
I'm not talking any more. Go look, then YOU can talk.
Wake up! Wake up! Ring the alarm bell!
Murder and treason!
Wake up like you are rising from your grave! Float like ghosts to witness this horror.
Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! Wake up!
Up! Up! And see the image of doomsday!
Malcolm! Banquo!
If I had died just an hour before my crime…
I would've lived a blessed life.
Because, from this moment on
there's nothing worth living for. Its all a sick joke
What the fuck is going on?!
Why is that blaring trumpet waking up the whole house?
-That pretty chill king is dead. -Fucking tell me!
The wine of life has been poured,
and only the dregs remain.
Banquo. Banquo.
The king has been murdered.
Holy shit!
-What, in our house? -It would be terrible anywhere.
-What's wrong? -You are, but you don't know it yet.
The source of your royal blood
has stopped.
Your father…
was murdered.
Oh.
By whom?
Looks like it was his own guards.
Their hands and faces were covered in blood.
And yet, I still regret the anger that drove me to kill them.
Why the fuck would you do that?
Who can be wise, bewildered,
calm and furious, loyal and neutral, at the same time?
No one.
My violent rage overpowered my ability to stop and think.
Duncan lies dead,
his white skin covered in his precious blood.
And the knife gashes looked like wounds to nature itself.
There, I saw the murderers, dripping in blood,
their daggers crudely covered in gore.
Who could restrain himself, who loved Duncan,
and had the balls to act on it?
Take care of the lady.
And when we get dressed for the weather,
let's meet,
and investigate this murder.
Why are we keeping quiet?
The two of us have information.
Let's get out out here.
-The tears have not come yet. -There will be time for that later.
The time will come, to turn our grief into vengeance.
-I'm off to England. -I'm going to Ireland.
We'll be safer if we split up.
Wherever we go…
Everyone is all smiles, with a hidden dagger.
A close relative is the one most likely to kill you.
Well that's never come up.
And the safe thing to do is avoid it entirely.
So, let's get to our horses. And let's do this "Irish goodbye" style.
Here comes Macduff.
How are things?
Does anyone know who committed this murder?
The servants that Macbeth killed.
That sucks. What reason would they have to kill Duncan?
Well, they were paid off.
Malcolm and Donalbain,
the king's two sons, have run off.
Which makes them prime suspects.
Then its most likely Macbeth will be crowned king?
He's already named king, and gone to Dunsinane to be crowned.
Are you going to Dunsinane?
No, I'm going home to Fife.
Well…
I'm going to Dunsinane.
I hope things go well there. Later.
Let's hope things don't get worse.
[man sings a quirky little ditty]
[Singing about stupid people needing to make due with what they have]
[This dude must be like the Bob Dylan of the time]
The last 70 years, I remember it well,
during that time
I have seen some shit.
But nothing compares to the murder last night.
Old man.
You can see the skies,
upset by the actions of mankind, threaten the Earth with storms.
The clock says its day,
But a dark night replaces the sun.
Is night that strong? or is day so weak,
that darkness covers the Earth,
when it should be light out?
It's unnatural, but so is murder.
Last Tuesday, a falcon, circling high in the sky,
was caught and killed by an owl, they usually eat mice.
And Duncan's horses, this is going to get weird,
beautiful and swift,
the best of their breed, suddenly turned wild,
and broke out of their stalls, refusing to be obedient,
like they were waging war against mankind.
I heard the horses ate each other.
You have it all now...
King, Cawdor,
Glamis…
All of it. Just as the witches promised.
And, I suspect you cheated to win these titles.
They also said, your children would not be kings,
instead, my children would be kings.
If the witches are telling the truth--
which, they did about you--
All that shit turned out for YOU,
Maybe what they said about me, will come true too?
Ok, I'll shut up now.
This dude is VIP.
It wouldn't be a party without him,
it would be a total bummer.
Tonight we are having a ceremonial banquet. And I want you to be there.
Are you going riding this afternoon?
Yes.
We would have liked to hear your good advice,
which has always been crucial and helpful, at the council today.
But we'll wait until tomorrow.
Are you riding far?
As far as I can go and still be back for dinner.
Unless my horse is unusually fast,
I will be back an hour or two after sunset.
Don't miss our feast.
I won't miss it.
We hear the murderer princes are in England and Ireland,
They have not confessed to murdering their father.
We'll discuss that tomorrow,
along with other matters of state, that concern us both.
Get to your to horse. See you tonight.
Is Fleance going with you?
Yes.
I hope your horses are fast and don't trip easily.
So get to them.
Bye.
Are those men waiting for me?
They are.
Wasn't it just yesterday we spoke?
It was yesterday. Your highness.
Well, did you think about what I said?
You should know, it was Banquo, who has
made your lives hell,
which you thought was my fault.
I showed you the proof at our last meeting.
how you were deceived, thwarted, the tools used against you,
who is against you and a shit ton of other stuff
that would convince even an idiot or a crazy person to say,
"Banquo did it."
You explained it very well.
I did that and more, which brings me to the point of this 2nd meeting.
Are you so patient and forgiving that you're going to let him off the hook?
Are you so…
pious that you would pray for this man and his children,
A man who pushed you to an early grave and impoverished your family forever?
We are men, my lord.
Yes, you technically belong to the species of man.
Now, if your rank on the list of men, is not at the absolute bottom, tell me.
And I will tell you a plan
to be rid of your enemy.
I am, my lord,
been down on my luck, it makes me so angry,
I don't give a fuck anymore.
Me too.
So so sick of bad luck and trouble
that I would risk my life on any bet, to improve my life, or end it.
Both of you know Banquo was your enemy.
Yes, my lord.
He's also my enemy.
And I loathe him so much,
that every minute he is alive it eats at my heart!
And although I could use my power as king, to be rid of him.
I can't do that.
That's why I need your help right now,
to keep my actual plans secret, for many important reasons.
We will, my lord, We will do as you say.
But our lives--
I can see determination in your eyes.
It must be done tonight, away from the palace.
Remember, I'm not involved. Along with Banquo-
For the plan to go off without a hitch,
Fleance, his son, must die too.
Count us in, my lord.
Each of you, decide for yourself.
Has Banquo left the court?
Yes, madam, but he'll be back tonight.
What's going on, my lord.
Why do you keep to yourself,
with only sad thoughts, to keep you company?
those thoughts should have died when you killed the men you're thinking about.
IF you can't fix it, forget about it.
What's done is done.
We have slashed the snake, but not killed it.
It will heal like new,
and we'll be threatened by its fangs once again.
I'd rather be dead, with the men we killed to gain our peace,
than endure this mental torture and harrowing sleep.
Duncan lies in his grave.
Through with life's troubles, and sleeping well.
Treason is the worst we could've done. Neither weapons, poison,
rebellion, invasion, or anything else can hurt him anymore.
Come on. Relax Schmoopie, Turn that frown upside down.
Be in a good mood for your guests tonight.
my mind is consumed with guilt, Hunny Bunny.
You know that Banquo and Fleance are still alive.
There is something noble about him, that makes me fear him.
He's willing to take risks.
Those wheels in his head, never stop spinning.
He has the wisdom to act bravely, but also safely.
He is the only one I am afraid of.
Stop talking like that.
He snubbed the witches when they first called me king,
He wanted to hear his own future.
Then, like prophets, they named him father to a line of kings.
On my head they placed a crown, that I cannot pass on
In my hand, a scepter, that's just as worthless,
Someone not in my family, Will take these things from me.
Since none of my sons will succeed me.
If thats true, I've tortured my conscience for Banquo's children.
For them, I murdered that super chill Duncan.
I have ruined my peace, for their benefit.
I've given my soul to the devil,
to make them kings!
Banquo's sons, kings!
But they can't live forever.
That makes me feel better.
They can be killed. So cheer up.
Before the bat flies through the castle
and before the dung beetle
makes his little humming noise to tell us its nighttime,
a dreadful deed will be done.
What are your going to do?
It's better you don't know
until its done.
Come night,
blindfold the kindhearted day.
And use your bloody and invisible hand
to tear up Banquo's lease on life.
It's getting dark.
And the crow is returning to the woods.
Gentle creatures of the day are falling asleep,
as night's predators look for prey.
You seem surprised, but don't doubt me yet.
Bad deeds force you to commit more bad deeds.
Who told you to meet us here?
Macbeth.
He's cool.
He was given the same orders as us.
Ok, you can stay.
I see a light!
Pass me the torch, boy.
It will rain tonight.
Then let it pour.
Fleance!
Run, Fleance! Run!
We got Banquo. His son ran off.
Half of the mission has failed.
Well, Lets get back, and tell Macbeth what we accomplished.
Macduff refuses to come when I call. what's up with that?
Did you call for him?
You know your rank. Sit down accordingly.
From the highest to lowest rank, welcome!
Soon we'll toast around the table.
-There's blood on your face. -Must be Banquo's.
I'd rather it was on YOUR face, than in HIS veins.
Did you finish him off?
My lord, his throat is cut. That was all me.
You are the best of the the cutthroats.
But whoever got Fleance, is also good.
If it was you, then you are the best around.
Most royal sir…
Fleance has escaped.
I'm freaking out again. I was feeling so good about this.
But Banquo's taken care of?
Yes
He's laying dead in a ditch, with twenty deep gashes in his head.
Any one of which were lethal.
The big snake lies in the ditch.
The worm that ran away will eventually be a threat,
but currently has no teeth.
Get the the fuck outta here.
You are not entertaining our guests.
Thanks for reminding me.
Now, good digestion requires an appetite, and good health--
Requires both.
Please, Your Highness, sit.
We would have all the nobility of Scotland under one roof,
if only Banquo were here,
I hope he is just being rude and nothing horrible happened.
His absence, sir, means he broke his promise.
Come sit with us, grace us with your royal company.
Here's an empty seat.
What's wrong, Your Highness?
Which one of you did this?
What, my good lord?
You can't say I did it.
Don't shake your bloody head at me!
Gentlemen, stand up. Macbeth is not well.
Sit down, my friends.
He's always pulling shit like this, he has since he was a child.
Please stay seated.
This episode will only last a moment. Then he'll be cool agin.
Are you a man?
Yes, and a brave one,
who dares to look at something that would frighten the devil.
You are hallucinating again.
Like the floating dagger, leading you to Duncan
As sure as I am standing here, I saw him!
Bullshit.
It used to be that when you knock a man's brains out,
the man would die, and that was that!
But now they rise from the dead with 20 stab wounds in their head,
and scares the shit out of everyone!
This is fucking with me even more than the murder!
Go! Get the fuck outta here!
Your bones have no marrow!
Your blood is cold!
Your eyes cannot see.
Get out! You terrifying ghost
you hallucination, get out!
See, now…
...that its gone...
I'm totally cool.
Don't worry about me, guys.
I have a strange disorder, those closest to me are used to it.
Everyone is all weirded out now,
you interrupted our good time, to make a spectacle of yourself.
Can't something like this just happen suddenly,
without everyone freaking out?
You make me feel like I don't know myself,
when I see you looking at these terrible things,
and you keep a straight face, while mine is white with fear.
-What things, my lord? -Please, don't humor him.
He's getting worse and worse. Talking about it makes him crazy.
Everyone out, please leave now.
Don't bother going in order of rank, Just get out.
Good night. And I hope Macbeth feels better--
I said good night!
It will have revenge
As the saying goes…
The dead will have their revenge.
Gravestones have been known to move, and trees to speak, to rat out the guilty.
The craftiest murderers have been exposed
by interpreting the meaning of Crow and Magpie entrails.
How late is it?
Almost morning. You can't tell whether it's day or night.
What do you make of this? Macduff totally snubbed me, I made such a big deal about inviting him.
Did you talk to him?
No, word got back to me, But I will.
I have a spy in all the lords' houses.
Tomorrow, I will go to see the witches. They will tell me more.
I've walked so far into this river of blood
that, if i stopped now, returning would be just as just as difficult as going on.
I have a crazy plan to put into action.
Which must be done…
before I come to my senses.
You haven't slept.
Lets go to sleep.
My strange delusions, come from inexperience. When it comes to crime,
We're still just beginners.
[witch 2] Its time.
[witch 3] Its time.
[witch 2] I know by the tingling in my thumbs,
something wicked is coming.
What's up, nasty bitches.
What are you doing?
We don't have a name for it.
I insist you answer my questions,
about your predictions, however it is you know them.
You can destroy everything, just answer my questions.
Ask your questions
-[witch 2] You wanna know. -[together] We'll answer.
[witch 1] Would you rather WE tell you, or are you a Karen?
I'd like to talk to the manager.
[Witchy chanting]
[witch] Finger of a baby that was strangled,
as a prostitute gave birth in a ditch.
[witch 3] A Jew's liver,
A Goat's bile, twigs from a Yew tree
[witch 1] that broke off during a lunar eclipse, A Turk's nose, a Tartar's lips.
Here's some bat blood.
-[witch 1] Put that in. -[witch 3] Put that in.
[together] Round about the cauldron go.
In the poisoned entrails throw.
[witch 2] For a charm of powerful trouble,
like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Show me, your mysterious power--
He can read your mind. Just listen and don't talk.
Macbeth. Macbeth. Macbeth.
Beware of Macduff.
Beware of the Thane of Fife.
Whatever you are, Thanks for the warning.
You guessed exactly as I feared. But one more thing--
[witch 1] Don't tell him what to do.
Here's another prediction, more compelling than the first.
Macbeth. Macbeth. Macbeth.
If I had I three ears, I'd listen with all of them.
Be violent, brave, and firm.
Laugh at the power of other men,
because no one born from a woman will harm Macbeth.
Then I don't need to kill Macduff. I have no reason to fear him
But just to be sure, and guarantee my safety.
I'm going to kill Macduff anyway.
So I can conquer my fear,
and sleep soundly at night.
What is this spirit that looks like the son of a king,
and wears a crown on his young head?
[witch 2] Listen, but don't speak to it.
Macbeth will never be defeated
until Birnam Wood marches to fight you at Dunsinane Hill.
Never gonna happen.
Who can control the forest, and order a tree to uproot?
But I am dying to know just one more thing.
Tell me, if your dark powers can see that far
will Banquo's sons be kings?
[witch 1] Ok, you're cut off.
We're closing up shop.
Did you see the witches?
-No, my lord. -Didn't they pass by you?
No, seriously, my lord.
The air they ride on is infected.
And Damn all those who trust them!
I heard the galloping of horses. Who came here?
Two or three men, my lord, they brought a message.
Macduff has fled to England.
-Fled to England? -Yes, my good lord.
Time, you thwart my dastardly plans.
From now on,
As soon as I decide to act, I will do so immediately.
On that note, I'm ready for some action, right now.
I'll raid Macduff's castle. Seize the town of Fife.
Murder his entire family.
and any other sorry sack waiting in line for his inheritance.
No more talk.
I will do it before I forget the reason!
But no more creepy visions!
Some strange shit has been going down.
That cool dude Duncan was pitied by Macbeth.
After he died.
And Banquo was out walking too late at night
You could say Fleance killed him, He fled the scene of the crime.
Walking to late is clearly hazardous. I hear Macduff totally flaked on Macbeth's feast.
Where is he hiding himself?
Duncan's son Malcolm, from whom…
Macbeth stole the crown,
lives in the English court.
Macduff went there to ask for help.
When Macbeth heard this news, he was so fucking flabbergasted, he's preparing for war.
Some little birdie should go to Macduff
to give him a message,
he should return quickly to free our country, which is suffering…
under a tyrant.
What did he do that made him him take off?
- You must have patience, madam. - He had no patience.
He was crazy to run away.
Even if he's not a traitor he looks like one now.
You don't know if it was wisdom or fear that made him run.
Wisdom! Hah!
He leaves his wife, children, house and his titles.
in a place so fucked, he runs away?
He doesn't love us.
He lacks the instinct to protect his family.
Even the wren, the absolute smallest bird,
will fight an owl, if her young ones are in the nest.
Yo cuz, Please get your shit together.
As for your husband, he is noble, wise, judicious,
and understands what the times require.
It's not safe for me to say much more.
Life's a bitch,
when you can be denounced as a traitor, and have no idea why.
when we believe frightening rumors, but don't know what we fear,
its like being tossed around on the ocean in every direction.
My young cousin.
He has a father, but not for long.
Young man, your father is dead.
What are you going to do now? How are you going to live?
My father is not dead, you're full of shit.
Yes, he's dead.
What are you going to do for a father?
You should ask what will you do for a husband?
Oh, I can buy 20 husbands at any market.
Then you're only buying them... to resell?
You talk like a child, but you're very smart.
Was my father a traitor, Mother?
Yes, he was.
What is a traitor?
Well, its someone that breaks a promise.
And anyone that does, is a traitor?
Everyone that does so is a traitor, and should be hanged.
Who should hang them?
The honest men.
Then the liars are fools,
There are enough liars to overpower the honest men and hang them.
How you talk!
Hello there
You don't know me, but I know you are an important person.
I'm afraid something dangerous is approaching.
If you will take a simple woman's advice,
don't be here when it arrives.
Go away, take your children.
Where should I go? I haven't done anything.
But I have to remember,
I'm here on Earth, where doing evil is often praised,
and doing good is sometimes stupid.
Then why do I get so defensive,
and say "I haven't done anything"
Where is Macduff?
I hope he's not in some shit hole where he would run into dip shits like you.
-He's a traitor. -You lie!
-No! Whats that, you runt!
Let's find a private place,
where we can cry our hearts out.
Or, instead, we keep hold of our swords,
and like honorable men, defend our fallen homeland.
Each day, new widows howl,
new orphans cry, new sorrows slap heaven in the face,
until it sounds like Heaven itself feels Scotland anguish,
and screams in pain.
What you say, might be true.
This tyrant, whose mere name pains us to say,
was once considered an honest man.
Who's that coming?
My noble kinsman.
Welcome.
I recognize him now.
May god give us more reasons to hang out.
Hello sir.
Is Scotland still how I left it?
Alas, our poor country.
Too afraid to look at itself.
No longer the land where we were born, its the land where we'll die,
where only the idiots are smiling
Where sighs, groans, and shrieks rip through the air, but no one notices.
Where violent sorrow is a common emotion.
What shit is going down now?
Even news an hour old, is old news.
Every minute, there is new shit happening.
How is my wife?
She's fine.
And my children?
Fine too.
Macbeth hasn't fucked with them?
No. They were all good when I left.
Don't hide anything from me. What's happening?
When I was coming here to tell you,
my sad news,
I heard rumors of many men arming themselves to rebel against Macbeth.
Now is the time we need your help.
Your presence in Scotland would inspire men to fight, even the women would fight,
to rid themselves of Macbeth's oppression.
They can rest easy.
I'm returning to Scotland.
Generous King Edward has sent us Siward and ten thousand soldiers.
Siward is the shit.
I wish I had good news for you too.
I have some news that should be shouted out in the middle of nowhere.
where no one would hear it.
Who is the news about?
Does it concern all of us?
Or just one of us?
Everyone is going to feel really bad about the news.
but the main part…
... is only about you.
If it is about me, stop stalling, Tell me now.
Don't hate me
for delivering the most dreadful news you've ever heard.
I know what you are going to say.
Your castle was attacked, your wife and children savagely murdered.
If I described...
how they were killed, you would literally die.
Jesus Christ!
Come on, Man!
Talk about your feelings.
If you keep that shit bottled up, its going to explode.
They killed my children too?
Wife, children, servants, everyone.
-My wife was killed too? -That's what I JUST said.
Take it easy.
Let's take revenge on Macbeth
That will make you feel better.
He has no children!
ALL my children were killed.
Did you say ALL?
Oh fuck no. All?
All my children and their mother dead, just like that?
-Fight like a man. -I will!
But I also have to feel it like a man.
I can't help thinking about those things, that were most precious to me.
Did god see their murder, and not intervene?
Fucking Macduff.
This is all his fault.
As wicked as I am, They were slaughtered because of me,
not for anything they did.
-May god rest their souls. -Makes you want to sharpen your sword.
Sadness leads to anger. Don't hold it in, get enraged.
I could go on crying like a little bitch, and bragging about avenging them!
I pray I will not have to wait long.
Bring me face to face with Macbeth.
Within the reach of my sword.
If he escapes..
god will forgive him too.
When was the last time you saw her sleepwalking?
Since Macbeth went to war,
I have seen her get out of bed, put on her nightgown,
unlock her closet, take out some paper,
fold it, write on it, read it,
then seal it, and go back to bed.
All while completely asleep.
When she sleepwalks,
other than walking around and performing various tasks,
Have you heard her say anything?
She talks in her sleep. But I'm not repeating it to you.
To you or anyone,
I have no witness to confirm what I heard.
Look, here she comes.
This is how she always looks. Seriously, she is fast asleep.
-Watch her. Keep hidden. -See, her eyes are open.
Yes, but they don't see anything.
Where did she get that candle?
She keeps one on her nightstand. It is her orders.
What is she doing now?
Look how she rubs her hands.
I have seen her do this for 15 minutes straight.
There is still a spot here.
Listen. She is talking.
Come out damned spot. Out, I command you.
One… two.
OK, its time, do it now.
Hell is murky.
Nonsense, my lord, nonsense! You are a soldier, and yet afraid?
Why should we be scared, when no one can lay the blame on us?
But who would have thought the old man would have had so much blood in him?
The Thane of Fife had a wife. Where is she now?
What?
No more of that, my lord, no more of that.
Now look what you've done. You heard something you shouldn't have.
She said something she shouldn't have. Thats for sure.
I still have the smell of blood on my hand.
All the perfumes of Arabia could not improve the smell of my little hand.
What a heavy sigh
Her heart is carrying a heavy weight.
This disease is beyond my area of expertise.
But I have known people who sleepwalked
and weren't guilty of anything.
God forgive us all.
Wash your hands, put on your nightgown.
Don't look so frightened.
I'll tell you again, Banquo is dead. He's not going to turn into a zombie.
Nasty rumors are going around.
Unnatural acts will result in supernatural phenomena.
Those with a guilty conscience, will confess secrets to their pillows.
This woman needs a priest, not a doctor.
-Will she go to bed now? -Yes.
There's knocking at the gate. Come! Come!
Come, come. Give me your hand.
What's done cannot be undone.
To bed.
What forest is behind us?
Birnam Wood.
The English army is near, led by Malcolm,
his uncle Siward and the good Macduff.
Thirsty for revenge.
What is Macbeth doing?
Fortifying his castle at Dunsinane.
Some say he's insane.
Others, that hate him less, call it heroic rage.
One thing is certain, he's out of control.
Now Macbeth feels the blood of his victims, sticky on his hands.
The soldiers he commands just follow orders. They don't even like him.
Now he seems too small to be a great king,
like a giant's robe worn by a midget.
May the devil turn you black, You white-faced nut job!
Why do you look like a frightened goose?
-There is ten thousand-- -Geese, dummy?
Soldiers, sir.
Pinch your cheeks to bring color to your face, you cowardly boy.
What soldiers, fool?
Curse you!
Your pale face will frighten the others.
What soldiers, milk-face?
The English army, sir.
Get out of my sight.
Seyton!
I am sick at heart, when I see-- Seyton, come here!
This battle will either secure my reign forever, or unseat me from the throne.
I have lived long enough.
The course of my life is beginning to wither, like a yellowing leaf.
The things that go along with old age,
honor, love, obedience, loyal friends,
I will never have.
Seyton, is there more news?
All the rumors have been confirmed
I'll fight until they hack the flesh off my bones.
-Give me my armor. -You don't need it yet.
I'll put it on anyway. Send out more cavalry.
Scour the country. Hang anyone spreading propaganda.
Give me my armor!
How is my wife, doctor?
She is not sick, my lord,
she is disturbed by visions that keep her from sleeping.
Cure her of that.
Can't you treat a diseased mind,
Take away her memory of sorrow,
erase those thoughts
Or some kind of drug
to ease her heart?
For that, the she must heal herself.
Medicine is for the dogs. Get that shit outta here!
Seyton! Send out the soldiers!
I will not be afraid of death and destruction,
until Birnam Forest teleports to Dunsinane!
Tell every soldier to break off a branch, and hold it in front of him.
I'm on it.
All we know is arrogant Macbeth is still in Dunsinane,
and is prepared to defend our siege on the castle.
He wants us to do it.
His soldiers fight for him, only because they are forced.
They don't give a shit about Macbeth.
Hang our flags on the outer walls!
Everyone keeps yelling, "Here they come!"
Our castle is so powerful, this siege is going to be a joke.
Let them sit out there until they die of hunger or disease!
Lead the first battle.
Macduff and I will do the rest.
If we meet Macbeth's army tonight,
We will get our asses kicked, if we don't bring it.
Let's move our armies forward!
If it wasn't for all the soldiers that switched sides,
we could have met them outside, man to man,
and beat them back to England.
We are close enough.
Put down those branches and show them who you are!
Sound the trumpets.
they loudly announce the news of blood and death!
What's that noise?
It's women crying, my good lord.
I've almost forgotten what fear feels like.
There was a time,
I would have been terrified by a shriek in the night.
And the hair on my skin would have stood up
When I heard a ghost story.
What was that cry for?
The queen is dead, my lord.
She was going to die anyway.
The news was bound to come someday.
Tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.
The days creep along slowly,
until the end of time.
And all the days passed have brought fools that much closer to death.
like a brief candle, put out.
Life is nothing more than an illusion…
Its like a poor actor that spends an hour on the stage
and is never heard again.
Life is a story told by an idiot…
full of noise and emotional disturbance, but devoid of meaning.
My gracious lord, I should tell you what I saw,
but I do not know how to say it.
Just spit it out, man.
I looked toward Birnam, and I THOUGHT,
I saw the forest move.
Punch me if the face, if I'm lying.
Three miles from here, you can see it coming, a moving forest.
If you're fucking with me...
I will hang you alive from the nearest tree, until you die of hunger.
"Don't worry, until Birnam Wood comes to Dunsinane."
And now a wood is coming to Dunsinane.
Prepare for battle, go!
If what this messenger says is true,
its no use running away or staying here!
Sound the alarm!
Blow, wind! Come, ruin!
At least we'll die with our armor on.
What is your name?
You'll be afraid to hear it.
No, I won't.
Even if you were one of the worst demons in hell.
My name's Macbeth.
The devil himself could not say a name I hate more.
No, or more frightening.
You lie, disgusting tyrant.
With my sword I'll prove I'm not scared of you!
You were born from a woman.
Turn around, dog from hell, turn around!
You are the only man I have avoided. But go away now.
I already feel guilty about killing your whole family.
I have nothing to say to you.
My my sword will do the talking for me.
Go fight someone that can be hurt.
I have a charmed life,
which cannot be ended, by anyone born from a woman.
You can forget about your charm.
The evil spirit you serve, can tell you I was not born.
I was cut from my mother's womb before she could bear me naturally.
Aw, for fucks sake.
-I will not fight you. -Then surrender, coward!
I will not to surrender and have to kiss the ground at young Malcolm's feet,
or be taunted by the common people.
Even though Birnam Wood really did come to Dunsinane and I'm fighting,
a man not born of woman, I'll fight to the end.
Bring it on, Macduff.
Any man thinking of breaking this up, can go fuck himself.