November 1991. The friends enter the darkest days of their lives as Ritchie’s condition worsens and other friends continue to die. Ritchie dreams of returning to the stage and insists on chemotherapy when he is diagnosed with lymphoma. Ash and Ritchie confess their feelings for each other, and Ritchie’s parents finally discover the truth and take him home to the Isle of Wight. Jill and Roscoe follow, but are denied the opportunity to say goodbye to Ritchie before he dies. Jill confronts Ritchie’s mother for making him live in shame. After heading back to London, Roscoe goes home to see his parents and Jill visits the hospital to support a lonely man dying from AIDS. The ending shows a flashback to Ritchie and his friends enjoying their time together, before the AIDS pandemic hit.
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We loved it.
[Jill] Got it.
Hello, Pink Place and Chinese Laundry, how may I help you?
I’m sure that’s very funny, but I could be someone important.
I could be calling about work.
Is he there?
[Jill] Yes, hello Mrs. T.
I’ll just get him now.
Ritchie, it’s your mom.
[Valerie] And how are you?
How’s the show?
It’s nice, yeah.
I’ve got a job for life there.
I’m very lucky.
Richie, where are you?
[Jill] Here he comes.
Here he is, taking his time as always.
Hi, sorry I was outside.
It’s just a quick call, but I was just wondering about Christmas.
Oh God, it’s November.
Well, that’s close enough.
Didn’t see you last year.
Well, I thought we could all have a nice time.
I just don’t know.
I’ve got an audition for this thing on Scottish TV, police thing.
Well, that’s nice.
Do we get that?
[Richie] No, it’s only in Scotland.
I’ve not got it yet, but I need to sort of be on standby.
But it’s been ages since we saw you.
That’s the job, sorry.
[Valerie] But just think about it though.
Please come home.
It’s been such a long time.
I’d love to see you.
I heard Birmingham Rep, they’re doing a production of “Hay Fever” next summer.
I could audition.
Birmingham, how are you gonna go up there?
Well, I can.
There are trains with toilets.
I can manage.
[Ash] Seriously though, what if you need a piss on stage?
[Ritchie] I’m not that bad, do you mind?
No, but the thing is, you’ve done “Hay Fever.”
They’re not going to cast the same boy in Birmingham.
They don’t do that, do they?
Not as a rule, but they might want me.
When has that ever happened?
There’s gotta be a first time.
You don’t need to make faces.
I just think let’s get over this bit ’cause your tum’s not very well, but you were like this in July and you got much better.
So let’s wait for that to happen.
Then we can think about Birmingham.
Oh, you were brilliant in that show.
Oh, you were amazing.
[Rosco] God, you were funny.
I was good, wasn’t I?
You were, I’m not even kidding, you were the best thing I’ve ever seen.
Come on you.
Bedtime, it’s late, nearly half past seven.
♪ It didn’t hurt me ♪
♪ You wanna feel how it feels ♪
♪ You wanna know, know that it didn’t hurt me ♪
♪ You wanna hear about the deal ♪
There now, give you a good shake.
Rattle, rattle, rattle.
Good night then, darling.
And we need a word in the morning about your mom and dad.
Up your bum.
Up yours too.
♪ Be running up that hill ♪
♪ Be running up that building ♪
♪ If I only could ♪
Oh, look at you, oh no, no, no, no, no.
I’m okay, I just fell.
It’s all right, I fell, that’s all.
I just feel a bit hot.
He was on AZT, but he’s been on DDI since August.
Honestly, I’m going into hospital on Wednesday for the Pentamindine.
They can look at me then.
Yeah, Richie fell out of bed, and he’s got a bit of a temperature.
Tell him God blesses his soul.
Charity from downstairs says, “God blesses your soul.”
Oh, I feel better already.
He’s such a beautiful boy, but you know what they say, don’t you?
You know what the AIDS stands for?
It stands for angels in disguise.
They are preparing the way for his eternal life.
He’s very lucky.
Well Dr. Sullivan can take a look at you first thing.
Till then, no more scares, thank you very much.
Now get some sleep, and you too.
That’s telling you.
Now do what she says.
I’ll come back first thing.
And you lover boy, night then.
I’ll be home tomorrow, so don’t sell my bed.
Okay, I know you.
[Jill] Too late.
[Lorraine] How are you getting home?
I’ll get a taxi, don’t worry.
I think Paul’s awake.
No, I won’t bother them now.
Could be your last chance.
We’ve got another lonely Joe, no visitors, no parents or sisters or anything.
He’s got to have friends.
We keep saying, “Can we phone anyone?”
He says, “No,” and he lies there all day dying of shame.
Hey, I heard you were in.
(sobbing) Come and say hello.
He’d like that.
Hey, Jill wants to say hello.
Jill Baxter, she’s here.
[Paul] Which one are you?
[Jill] Jill, friend with Richie.
[Paul] Can’t remember.
It’s okay, nevermind.
I can go if you want.
I love you.
It’s about time.
I left it a bit late.
I was busy.
I love you too.
He’s got all sorts of complications, but my main concern is the lymphoma in his chest.
We caught it early, but the next thing we do is to offer chemotherapy, but that’s gonna make him even weaker.
So you’d say not?
It’s his decision, but really let’s be sensible.
Let’s say no.
I’m saying yes.
[Dr Sullivan] I know, but Richie you’ve got to look at the overall picture.
Could the chemo help?
Yes, yes it could.
Well, there we are.
But we’re saying the chemo could make you feel even worse.
Then let’s find out.
I’m not gonna not have treatment, am I?
Now, shut up and wheel it in.
Oh, my god, you’re impossible.
You two are murderers and I’m going to call the police.
[Jill] Did I tell you he’s an actor?
Oh he knows that.
He’s got my episode of “Tom’s Midnight Garden” on VHS, and he pauses it on that bit where I bend over the barrel, and he has a little fiddle.
Frankly, I look so good in that shot,
I’d have a wank myself.
In fact, I have.
So go and get my chemo.
Oh, here comes trouble.
(speaking in foreign language)
How’d it go with the chemo?
Oh, he’s like Asterix the Gaul that boy, indomitable.
He’s sitting up, he’s had some food.
Actually, I though I’d pop in and see Paul, is that okay?
Oh yeah, he’s okay.
We’re having a good day.
Yep, I know, thanks.
[Nurse] See ya.
(woman speaking indistinctly)
If you’ve come here to convert these people, I will have you thrown out onto the street.
I swear, that man, Reggie Lessips, he’s from the church, he asked for me and I came.
You know he’s queer.
I have blessed him.
I thought you’d gone.
They said you’d gone back to Nigeria.
I was in the west, and I saw terrible things.
Ugh, my heart bleeds.
I went into hospitals and I saw people, locked away with no medicines.
These doors were locked, and the people behind them were like animals.
I said, “Who are they?”
And they said, “They are the devils.
We let them die.”
People with that disease.
But men and women, so many women, and children too.
Have you got it?
What if I did?
Have you got it, Rosco?
I haven’t got it, no.
Thank you, thank you.
Don’t thank God.
I just got lucky with who I fucked.
You know, it is so difficult Rosco.
It is the hardest challenge the Lord gives us, to forgive.
I don’t want your forgiveness.
I mean can you forgive me?
Do you know who I keep thinking about?
Would we know if he was dead?
He’d have an obituary in “The Stage” wouldn’t he?
You don’t know that it was him.
Yes, it was.
No, but it’s kind of a good story.
He was ill and he infected you, but that version’s a bit easy.
It cuts out the hundreds and hundreds of boys you were having sex with at the same time.
It wasn’t just me.
No, we all did.
But that’s what I mean.
It’s not really fair to blame Donald.
Just because he’s the only boy whose name you can remember.
You cheeky bastard.
You say what you see.
Do you think I infected him?
I wasn’t saying that.
Because I did, with others, ’cause I knew and I kept having sex.
I thought I’d stop, and I did a lot of times, I stopped a million times.
I stopped with you.
But there were nights with too much booze, actually, nights when I was stone cold sober, and if a boy just looked at me in the right way, a boy with that look in his eye, I’d fuck him.
I would fuck him hard and he could fuck me all night, any way he likes.
I wonder how many I killed?
[Jill] Don’t say that.
I knew it was wrong and I kept on doing it.
Do you hate me now?
There you are, at last.
Oh my God, what’s wrong with you?
It says infectious diseases.
What the hell’s that supposed to mean?
For god’s sake, Richie, what is it?
What’s happened, what’s wrong?
What are you doing here?
We thought, surprise, we turned up, and then your neighbor, that woman downstairs, she said you were here.
Oh, she would.
[Clive] What’s wrong, what is it?
Look, it’s really nice to see you, but I think we should all sit down and have a little chat.
It’s a bit complicated to explain.
Well evidently it’s so complicated, you chose not to tell us anything.
Now all I would like
We said to them, is a bit of common sense, we said, “What was it?”
They said infectious diseases
If that’s not
You tell us, too much to ask.
Richie, you tell me
Clive, Clive, Clive.
what’s that mean?
Richard, what’s wrong with you?
I’ve just got…
He’s got some infections and problems with his gut, and his lungs, and right now there’s a lymphoma in his chest.
[Jill] In his chest.
But that’s cancer.
Don’t be ridiculous, that’s what lymphoma means, it means cancer.
Sort of, yeah.
Do you mean?
You’ve got cancer and you didn’t tell me?
It’s a sort of cancer.
I only got it ’cause I’m not well.
I’ve got AIDS.
I contracted HIV, and I’m sorry, but now it’s AIDS.
Where’s your doctor?
It’s a Saturday.
I don’t think he’s in.
He’s called Dr. Sullivan, but-
I wanna speak to a doctor.
Well, I’m quite sure you believe all this and this whole thing’s got completely out of control.
We’ll get you better.
We’ll get you better, all right?
We’ll get all the shit, we’ll clean it up.
I will scour it out of you, okay?
You really are very young (laughing), all of you.
You should see your faces.
We thought Christmas, that’s what we thought.
He won’t come home for Christmas, so we’ll surprise him in November.
I’ve brought presents.
That’s from Lucy.
Ah, that is from Auntie Elaine.
What on Earth’s been going on?
Have you got cancer or have you got AIDS?
[Richie] It’s both.
[Jill] One causes the other.
Now, I don’t need you-
AIDS is like an immunity thing, so you get weak, and that causes the lymphoma.
My friend, Sarah, you remember Sarah, how much did I like her, Richie?
I thought she was so wonderful, and she had breast cancer and she died.
Are you telling me that she was weak, that you get cancer because you’re weak, that you catch cancer like catching a cold?
Because let me tell you that is not how it works.
Okay, look, I know this is terrible, but really this place is looking after Richie, and they’re doing the most brilliant job.
Jill’s here every day, and I know we’ve only met a couple of times, but you might as well know I’m Richie’s boyfriend.
Well, no not really.
Well, I’m not not.
I know, but not now.
[Ash] No, but that’s who I am.
Ash, just shut up, yeah?
It’s not the right time.
If you could hear yourselves, you sound absurd.
But it’s infectious isn’t it, AIDS?
It’s completely infectious.
It’s like smallpox, it’s like leprosy,
and it kills you, that’s what it does.
So this isn’t AIDS, is it?
They let us walk right in, so it can’t be, can it?
[Lorraine] If you could wait five or 10 minutes, I’ll have a word with the registrar.
I want to speak to someone
Yes, if you can wait who knows my son five or 10 minutes who has seen him.
Dr. Lucas knows Richie very well.
[Valerie] We were told Dr. Sullivan.
He’s not on today, but Richie’s got quite a number of doctors.
I don’t know how much he’s told you, but Richie’s got all sorts
And you never phone of different conditions.
My son is on this ward and you don’t phone me.
That’s not our decision.
My son is in that room with cancer and AIDS, and has got, what did she say?
She say he’s got something wrong with his gut?
And you, you didn’t think to phone.
We are not here.
His parents are clearly not here, and you think that’s wise, do you?
Like we aren’t good for his health at all.
Is that right?
I’m afraid that’s up to Richie.
His doctor is Dr. Sullivan.
Now you get him, get him, get him.
[Lorraine] Hi, it that Suzie?
There’s a situation here.
I want a word with you.
Yes, I think we should.
There’s a little sort of kitchen down here.
They’ve got a room for families, but there’s someone in there.
[Valerie] Oh, okay.
Right, how’s Lucy?
I’m really very sorry.
Do you want a tea or a coffee?
[Valerie] No, I don’t want anything.
I can put the kettle on.
I said no.
I wanna say, and I’m not criticizing Richie, I just think you should know,
I told him to tell you 100 times.
See what you don’t understand is this.
Boys are terrible, Jill.
They will do anything.
They are randy, they just are.
So when something like gay comes along,
it’s just another chance to unload.
And someone like Richie, he’s young and he’s pretty and there’ll be lots of those men paying him attention and so he goes rutting once in a while.
But that doesn’t make him homosexual.
It’s a little bit of fun, but then you grow up.
I suppose I don’t know, maybe some boys are like that.
But then there’s Richie, who’s gay, absolutely definitely gay.
He’s beautifully gay (laughs).
I’m sorry, but look at him.
I mean he’s an actor, he sings songs from the musicals, he’s never had a girlfriend.
And now he’s got a gay disease.
[Jill] Yes, yes he has.
[Sandra] Don’t mind me.
[Jill] We’re just having a chat.
[Sandra] I’m getting some squash, two ticks.
Oh, this is a private conversation.
[Sandra] That’s all right.
How is he?
Sandra’s got a son, Derek, down the corridor.
This is Valerie.
[Sandra] I’ll be gone in a minute.
Do you think I should have known?
It’s like there’s this world of secret little codes.
And they like that, boys, they like secrets.
It’s my son, Richie.
You didn’t know Richie was gay? (laughs)
Jill, did you see that charity thing?
Canceled, little bloody idiots, they couldn’t get the hours extended she said.
Are you implying that’s a problem?
I think they’re just gonna move it to the pub next door.
Shall we go back to Richie?
No, excuse me, what do you mean?
Well you seemed to be surprised that I didn’t know about my son, like that makes me one of your idiots.
Okay, we should leave this.
That’s not what I said.
You implied it.
Oh well, I didn’t mean to imply anything, darling.
Pardon me for implying.
Let me make it clear.
What the hell were you lookin’ at?
I beg your pardon?
If you didn’t know he was gay all those years, what did you see when he was 11, when he was 15, 16?
How old is he, 30?
All 30 years and every little speck of him’s bent as a nine bob note since the day he was born.
I’ll ask you again, love, what were you lookin’ at?
You’re his mother.
You’re supposed to think about him day and night.
So what the fuck were you doin’?
How dare you.
Get the door.
I didn’t know.
It’s ’cause I was being lied to.
All right sweetheart, I’m done.
I wasn’t, I didn’t…
Have I got this right?
I’m being blamed for not knowing my son, when you conspired and moved heaven and earth to lie to me.
I wasn’t lying.
You sat there next to him, in my house, time after time after time with this great big elaborate lie.
I told you, I said every time,
I told you I wasn’t his girlfriend.
And then you sat there simpering, laughing at every word he said, and you think I’m the one who’s deceived.
Never mind about him having a boyfriend.
Where the bloody hell is yours?
I was doing what Richie wanted.
Is this what you are, a chorus girl, running round after these boys with no life of your own?
Okay, but I don’t really think this is about me.
But I think this is absolutely about you.
Because you stood in the way, you stood in the way.
If I couldn’t see it, it’s because you stood in the way, you monstrous big bitch.
Have you found him yet?
No, but I’m phoning round.
What’s your name?
Where’s my husband?
That’s what I wanted to say.
He’s in the TV lounge down there.
Well, what’s the point of this?
For God’s sake, is that supposed to help?
There’s no cure, Val.
That’s what they say.
That’s what those queers and those women and their doctors all say, because they all do and they say and they think the same things.
They all worship the same rubbish.
Now you, you stop it, stop it, stop it.
I don’t want you coming in here.
This is private.
I really sorry.
I want to know, are you infectious?
Well I could be, yes.
[Valerie] I know it’s caught from sex.
Oh don’t, Mom.
But how, how do you catch?
It’s fluids, like blood and you know, oh don’t do this to me.
And spit, is it in your spit?
[Richie] No one really knows (sniffling).
You’re not infectious,
(sobbing) not to me.
My boy, oh my boy.
I’m sorry, Mom.
Oh, you silly thing.
[Ritchie] I wanted to tell you.
[Valerie] Oh, I know sweetheart.
You are going to be fine.
I’m gonna take you home and I can make you better.
(gulls screeching) (waves crashing)
Your grandmother bought me a copy of this.
Do you remember, she had that great big bookcase?
No, no, no, no.
Hi, it’s only me.
How is he?
Not bad, thank you.
[Jill] Can I talk to him?
He’s fast asleep.
What does the consultant say?
Well, I’m afraid he was shocked that a boy in Richie’s condition could be given chemotherapy.
[Jill] That was his choice.
So now it’s his fault?
Okay, we thought we could get the ferry.
We’d love to see him.
I think it’s best to wait.
We could just pop in for 10 minutes, that’s all.
I would remind you that you had an awful lot of time with him when I didn’t.
I’ll tell him you called.
Thank you, bye bye.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
I’m reading him “Watership Down,” but I’m rubbish.
I can’t do all the voices.
I said to him there’s only one actor in this family.
Do you remember that “Hay Fever?”
Oh, it was brilliant.
You were so good in that.
I bought you some Garibaldi, ’cause I thought if you get hungry there’s fruit in them.
I’ve still got that thrush.
Who was that on the phone?
Jill, she sends her love.
Is she gonna come visit?
She says she’s very busy with work.
You can have a bit of TV.
I’ll nip down the pub.
[Valerie] Oh yes, I thought you would.
[Clive] I’m allowed a drink.
[Valerie] Did I say you couldn’t?
Thank you for the permission.
Now, I was thinking how much you used to love this.
Do you remember?
It’s okay, just sit down.
You were 5-years-old, and you’d dance around because it was so funny, and you’d be a little mouse (laughs).
Oh, do you remember?
And you loved the bit where it says how lucky we am.
(lively upbeat music)
♪ A mouse lived in a windmill ♪
♪ In old Amsterdam ♪
♪ A windmill with a mouse in ♪
♪ And he wasn’t grousin’ ♪
Do you remember
because it changes the rhyme to rhyme with Amsterdam?
♪ How lucky I am ♪
♪ Livin’ in a windmill in old Amsterdam ♪
How lucky we am.
♪ I saw a mouse ♪
Don’t you think?
♪ Where, there on the stair ♪
How lucky we am.
♪ Right there ♪
♪ A little mouse with clogs on ♪
I’m a little late, sorry.
Stopped off for supplies, although this is far too good for you lot.
[Jill] Nice to see you.
You all right?
No, no, I’m not stopping if you don’t mind.
What’s news from the Rialto?
We spoke to that solicitor.
He said technically Richie’s mom and dad could be breaking the law.
He said that here’s evidence that Richie could be unsafe.
He said that medical care is definitely going to be worse on the Isle of Wight.
But so what?
I mean what are we gonna do, take them to court?
Fuck them, do it.
[Ash] But the solicitor said that Richie said yes, that’s the problem.
Right, so I’ve done my sums, and I’ve worked out that Richie did that voiceover for that Japanese cartoon.
I guess that sort of thing is repeated for at least five or six years, which amounts to £700, minus my 10%.
You should have this as an advance.
[Jill] What for?
Well to go there, to the Isle of Wight, just move there properly for as long as it takes.
That should get you a couple of rooms in a nice little B&B or whatever they have on the Isle of Wight.
Just go, lay siege on the doorstep till they give in.
I can’t go, I’ve got to work.
Well, I’m all right.
If we take the car, we could get Richie out the house and drive him back.
No, I wasn’t thinking of a rescue.
But we could.
You’re goin’ there for one reason, and that’s to say goodbye, because this only ends one way.
No, but he was ill last July and then he got better.
And one day he won’t.
I’m sorry darling, but that is an absolute fact.
So take the money and fly.
Listen, I’ve gotta go.
If there’s any money left, I’ll have it.
Give him my love.
(light electronic music)
That’s five nights upfront, but we might be longer.
Is that a problem?
That’s fine for the next three weeks, but soon as we hit Christmas, we’ve got bookings.
I’ll let you know as soon as we can.
Have you got a telephone?
It’s called the Bay Tree House on the seafront.
It’s just a 20 minute drive from your house.
What on earth have you done that for?
I told you, I said clearly he’s not well enough.
[Jill] That’s okay, we can wait.
We’re here for as long as it takes.
You know what I don’t understand, am I supposed to find this intimidating?
Valerie, we’re not causing trouble, we’re just here, and we love him.
It’s as simple as that.
If you ever want the afternoon off or just an hour to yourself, we can come.
Are you saying I can’t cope?
I’m just saying here we are, and I will phone every day until he’s ready, okay?
Lots of love.
Okay, well I’ll try you again tomorrow.
Give him my love, bye.
Okay, well give him my love, tell him I said, “Hello.”
Thanks Valerie, bye.
Just tell him we’d really love to see him, and we’re waiting, okay.
Let’s say another five nights.
I really wanna see him, and I think if you ask him I bet he’ll say the same.
Will you try?
♪ Roll out the barrel ♪
♪ We’ll have a barrel of fun ♪
♪ Roll out the barrel ♪
♪ We’ve got the blues on the run ♪
So Dr. Clare said if we can reduce the Phenytoin, then well that’s one less pill, and that’s got to be good.
Now I remember when your granddad was in hospital, he said, “If only they’d stop giving me medicine,
I’d be fine.”
You remember him?
He was a terrible man.
What do people know?
In what way?
The neighbors, Auntie Kat?
Do they know what’s wrong with me?
[Valerie] It’s none of their business.
I don’t wanna be a secret.
Now, you just think about getting better.
Boys die in London, and they say it’s cancer or pneumonia, and they don’t say what it really is.
Look, maybe we should think about tea.
They just lie and I don’t want that.
Do you know why?
I had so much fun (laughs).
I had all those boys.
I had hundreds of them.
Oh Richie, don’t talk like that.
And do you know what?
I can remember every single one of them.
Some boy’s hair or his lips, the way he laughed at a joke, his bedroom, the stairs, his photographs, his face as he cums.
Seeing him across the club six years later and thinking, oh, that’s him, and he’s with someone and he looks happy.
And I think, oh that’s nice, ’cause they were great.
Some of them are bastards, but they were all great.
That’s what people will forget, that it was so much fun.
Do you understand what I mean?
That’s why I need to see Jill.
Will you get her for me, please?
Hi, I got your message.
It wasn’t so cold at the time.
I should have said let’s meet in that cafe.
Well, we can go there.
He said he wanted to see you, so here I am.
I should apologize really.
I haven’t handled this very well, I realize that now, and I’m sorry.
No, I’m sorry too.
It was a bit mad turning up like that.
I just didn’t know what else to do.
You made things very difficult.
Okay, and I’m sorry, but all we wanna do is see him and say hello and give him our love.
He died yesterday, yesterday afternoon.
They said it was his heart, pressure from the lymphoma.
No pain they said, before you start, so it wasn’t my fault.
Would have happened wherever he was.
Did he say anything?
But what was the last thing he said?
He asked for some water.
You didn’t think, we were sitting in the B&B.
You couldn’t tell us last night?
My son had died, you weren’t top of my list.
But, I really did get this wrong, and I’m sorry about that.
No, it might be nice if we found that café.
There’s so much I want to ask.
All those years in London, there must be a thousand stories.
Were you with him, yesterday?
Were you there at the end?
No, I’d gone downstairs.
[Jill] He was on his own?
There was no one with him.
That’s not my fault.
Actually it is your fault, Mrs. Tozer.
All of this is your fault.
Well thank you very much.
But it is, right from the start, ’cause I don’t know what happened to you to make that house so loveless.
But that’s why Richie grew up so ashamed of himself.
I think we’re finished.
And then he killed people.
And what is that supposed to mean?
He was ashamed, and he kept on being ashamed.
He kept the shame going by having sex with men, and infecting them and then running away.
‘Cause that’s what shame does, Valerie.
It makes him think he deserves it.
The wards are full of men who think they deserve it.
They are dying, and a little bit of them thinks, yes, this is right.
I brought this on myself.
It’s my fault because the sex that I love is killing me.
I mean it’s astonishing.
The perfect virus came along to prove you right.
So that’s what happened in your house.
He died because of you.
They all die because of you.
[Valerie] I didn’t know.
(phone receiver clicks)
Merry Christmas (laughs).
Do you remember when he thought he’d lost it?
I might have. (guests laughing)
That’s your mother.
[Guests] Cheers, cheers.
[Ash] I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
Hi, how are you doing?
Hi, do you mind?
What’s your name?
You okay, Marcus?
Anything I can get for you?
Well, I might just sit here for a bit if you don’t mind.
Is that okay?
[Richie] She made good view of me indeed so much that sure me thought her eyes had lost her tongue.
But this is a woman’s speech.
So what, I’m being radical.
Now, shut up heathens.
Where was I?
I left no ring with her.
No, I’ve done that, hold on.
[Rosco] Richie, can I say you’re terrible?
No, you can’t, fuck off.
For she did speak in starts distractedly.
She loves me, sure.
The cunning of her passion invites me in this churlish messenger.
None of my lord’s ring?
Why, he sent her none.
I am the man.
If it be so, as it is, poor lady, she were better love a dream.
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