All are betrayed. This production, more than others I've seen, finds sorrow--not boredom, not relief, not fascination--to be the fulcrum of betrayal. Pinter's spare speech is matched here by a pristine staging that is as precisely and as sadly beautiful as it is austere. It perfectly supports Pinter's purpose and, in highlighting the play's thrumming grief, even deepens it. Each of the three actors stand decisively in the negative spaces between them which here are as architectural, in a way, as they are lingual. It's a scrupulous, illuminating rendition of Pinter's art and of this play which finally, to me, feels like a great one.