the scene played out well and truly sorrowful

My friend, the director, wrote a script to which I cried to.
It wasn't the sort of play that evoked much response at the time or in the beginning. It was cunning though, so that after walking away and having the weight of the wordless script slowing digested, the cold of the main character's temperament caused the deepest anguish. It is, however, still to be continued, and there's a chance it all might end well. Oh God, I hope this ends well.