“Relevant”  by Emma Stone from Birdman: Or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)

“Relevant” by Emma Stone from Birdman: Or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)

February 12, 2018 0 By CPE

“You’re doing this because you’re scared to death – like the rest of us – that you don’t matter. And you know what? You’re right. You don’t. It’s not important, okay? You’re not important. Get used to it.”

Script to screen:  “Relevant” Monologue

Script To Screen: “Birdman: Or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)”

Scott Myers Sep 23, 2015

So many great monologues in the 2014 movie Birdman: Or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance), but this one may be the best.

Setup: Under enormous personal pressure and his Broadway play on the verge of imploding, Riggan (Michael Keaton) busts his daughter Sam (Emma Stone), who has been in rehab, for smoking pot.

INT. GREEN ROOM – THEATER – CONTINUOUS …the Green Room. Sam sits listlessly, drawing some lines
across a roll of toilet paper.

RIGGAN
What’re you still doing here?

SAM
(Continues scribbling.)
Nothing. I’m– Nothing. Your costumes are hanging in your room.

RIGGAN
Great…

SAM
I got the coconut water you wanted. If you
want me to get–

RIGGAN
Hey.

SAM
What?

RIGGAN
I’m not sure if I said thank you.
SAM
For what?

RIGGAN
All of it. You’ve been doing a good job.
And I’ve been…

SAM
Yeah.

RIGGAN
So, I just wanted to say that–
(He stops abruptly.)
What is that?

SAM
What…?

RIGGAN
That smell.

SAM
I don’t–

RIGGAN
Look at me.

SAM
What are you–

RIGGAN
Look at me.

She does. He examines her eyes, then immediately rises, scouring the room.

SAM
Dad…

RIGGAN
(Continuing to search.)
You have to be shitting me… Where is it?

SAM
Could we not do this?

Riggan pulls a jar of peanut butter from the trash.

RIGGAN
What is this?

SAM
That is chunky peanut butter that happens,
by the way, to have Omega–
Riggan pulls a stubbed joint out of the jar.

RIGGAN
This.

SAM
Oh. That’s pot.

RIGGAN
Sam.

SAM
Alright, just relax.

RIGGAN
Relax? What the hell are you doing?

SAM
Protecting myself from cataracts?

RIGGAN
You can’t do this to me!

SAM
To you?

RIGGAN
SHUT UP! You know what I’m talking about.

SAM
Yeah. You’re talking about you. What else is new?

RIGGAN
Don’t try to–

SAM
What? Make it about me? I wouldn’t dream of it.

RIGGAN
Listen to me. I’m trying to do something that’s important…

SAM
This is not important.

RIGGAN
It’s important to me! Alright? Maybe not to you, or your cynical playmates whose sole ambition is to end up going viral and who, by the way, will only be remembered as the generation that finally stopped talking to one another. But to me… To me… This is– God. This is my career, this is my chance to do some work that actually means something.

SAM
Means something to who? You had a career before the third comic book movie, before people began to forget who was inside the bird costume. You’re doing a play based on a book that was written 60 years ago, for a thousand rich, old white people whose only real concern is gonna be where they go to have their cake and coffee when it’s over. Nobody gives a shit but you. And let’s face it, Dad, it’s not for the sake of art. It’s because you just want to feel relevant again. Well, there’s a whole world out there where people fight to be relevant every day. And you act like it doesn’t even exist! Things are happening in a place that you willfully ignore, a
place that has already forgotten you. I mean who are you? You hate bloggers. You make fun of Twitter. You don’t even have a Facebook page. You’re the one who doesn’t exist. Silence. Riggan seems devastated, and Sam can see that.

You’re doing this because you’re scared to death, like the rest of us, that you don’t matter. And you know what? You’re right. You don’t. It’s not important. You’re not important. Get used to it.


SAM
Dad…

She looks at him sympathetically, but not knowing what to say… exits.

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