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Act 5 Scene 6 - Whole

(Outside a small movie theater, The Smoker enters from within, and lights up Cigarette)

C: So how was it?
TS: (grinning like an idiot) Satisfying. Very satisfying.
C: What about the acting, the plot, the special effects? How was it?
TS: Well, I guess I could pick it apart, if I wanted to. But I don't. It has brought closure to a very strange relationship. I've gone from a deep love of the world, to a forced enthusiasm, to outright disillusionment, and everything in-between. It's been a helluva rollercoaster ride. But I'm not glad it's over. Just satisfied that it ended the way it did.
C: But isn't Lucas planning on doing a TV series, or something like that to fill in the time between III and IV?
TS: Honestly? I don't care. And it doesn't matter. This story has ended. And despite my frustration with the last two, and my immediate enjoyment of this one, I feel an overwhelming sense of sadness that the story is now complete, and there will never be another like it.
C: Would you say it was good, great, bad, terrible, or what? C'mon give me some idea!
TS: Heh. Y'know? The quality of the movie doesn't even matter. Everyone who ever cared about Star Wars has to see it. All I can say is that it is a most fitting conclusion for what has become the most influential movie series in the history of cinema.
C: Wow. Could you be anymore vague?
TS: Honestly, you can only understand it after seeing it. (pauses, reflectively, finding the words) It's the final act of a Greek tragedy. It's Houdini's last stunt. It's the Fat Lady singing. It's the Missing Link. It's...yeah...
(Younger Cousins #1 and #2 enter)
YC #1: Who're you talking to?
TS: Nothing. No one.(smiles wanly) Let's go home.

(The Smoker tosses the Cigarette into the sand-filled ashtray, and turns toward home)