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:10:02
- He's gone away.
- To the country.

:10:03
I'm sure
he'll be back soon.

:10:05
Oscar!
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Oscar, look...
:10:09
you couldn't let us have
something, could you?

:10:12
Bit short at the moment
:10:14
and... you know.
:10:16
Of course. Of course.
:10:18
Here's half a sovereign.
:10:19
Take good care
of that letter.

:10:21
Lord Alfred's going to
publish it in sonnet form

:10:24
in his new magazine.
:10:26
For fuck's sake!
:10:27
Oscar...
:10:30
it's no good trying to rent you.
:10:33
You just laugh at us.
:10:35
Here.
:10:36
Thank you.
:10:39
He can be very
careless, Lord Alfred.

:10:42
What a wonderfully
wicked life you lead.

:10:45
You boys!
You boys!

:10:51
Where is he?
:10:53
Mr Wilde
is not receiving guests.

:10:55
Where is he?
:11:02
Excuse me, sir,
there's a gentleman...

:11:05
You!
:11:07
Listen to me.
:11:10
You're a BUGGER!
:11:11
I don't allow people
to talk to me like that

:11:14
in my own house,
Lord Queensberry.

:11:17
Or anywhere else.
:11:19
I suppose you've come
to apologise

:11:21
for the lies you've been
spreading about me.

:11:24
I've come to tell you
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to leave my son alone,
you sodomite!

:11:27
The Marquess
appears obsessed

:11:29
with other people's
sexual activities.

:11:31
It is anything to do with
his new wife, I wonder,

:11:34
seeking divorce
for non-consummation?

:11:36
Unless you swear to have
nothing more to do with Bosie,

:11:39
I shall go to Scotland Yard.
:11:40
You can go to the devil!
:11:42
You and your...
Who is this gargoyle?

:11:45
You're a queer!
:11:47
And a sham! A poseur!
:11:49
If I catch you and Bosie
together again,

:11:51
I'll give you such a thrashing!
:11:53
I believe Lord Queensberry
:11:55
once invented some rules
for boxing.

:11:57
I've no idea what they are.
:11:58
But the Oscar Wilde rule
is to shoot on sight.


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