Denouements

[theme music playing] [theme music concludes] [soft music playing] [birds chirping] [groans softly] [soft music concludes] -[tense music playing] -[breathes heavily] -I have to tell you something.

-Save your breath.

I know everything.

-[Cecil] Bella, look at me.

-No.

[sobs, sniffles] [door closes] You're up indecently early.

I could say the same thing about you.

Well, I...

I'm catching the first train.

-Business in Genoa, is it?

-Yes.

The consulate.

I'm filing a complaint against Danioni.

The way he's handled this... [inhales] ...ghastly business with my painting.

You?

-Uh... -[wooden rattling] [scoffs] Of course.

What else?

[soft music playing] [Bella] Oh!

[groans softly] [sighs] [sniffles] [breathes heavily] [sighs] [indistinct chatter] [train whistle blowing] -[train engine rumbling] -[man speaking Italian] [seagulls squawking] [soft music playing] [chuckles] [soft music concludes] [clock ticking] [soft music playing] [indistinct chatter] -[church bell chimes] -[car horn honking] [horses neighing] [indistinct chatter] [indistinct chatter] -Signor Fanucci, I presume.

-Mr. Ainsworth.

-Pleasure to meet you.

-[clears throat] [soft music concludes] [birds chirping] -[classical piano music playing] -[indistinct chatter] [cutlery clinking] [indistinct chatter] -[indistinct chatter] -Thank you.

Your man is late.

Give him a minute.

He's very dependable.

-Is that him?

-[chuckles] The very same.

I told you he was reliable.

Francesco has been a great help to me in packaging the painting.

-[tense music playing] -Ah!

Do come back down for a glass of brandy and a cigar.

Of course.

Arranging its transportation.

-10:30?

-First floor bathroom.

I'll bring every weapon in my armory.

[chuckles] [Cecil] I hate to drink alone.

And handling the paperwork associated with its delivery.

Which as you can see for yourself is very much complete.

[in Italian] Did Andretti give you a message for me?

Let's stick to English, please.

I speak a little, signore.

Sometimes it's beneficial to pretend he doesn't.

Hmm.

Did Andretti give you a message for me?

Is Andretti happy?

He confirms that the painting has been handed over in perfect condition.

-[tense music concludes] -[sighs] Excellent!

I'll see you when I get back.

Your receipt.

I've included a reserve price of 50,000 pounds as agreed.

Although we are clearly expecting a great deal more.

And this is your advance in the form of a bank check.

25% of reserved price, less our commission.

Looks about right.

And I have your absolute assurance the sale will be handled privately.

[exhales] Discretion is our byword, Mr. Ainsworth.

[clears throat] Oh, how foolish of me.

There you go, Fanucci.

-Proof.

-[soft music playing] That you now have in your possession 100% genuine, cast-iron, copper-bottomed Rubens.

[paper rustling] -[scoffs] -[plate clinks] [indistinct chatter] [Lottie chuckling] [Lucian] Oh, yeah?

Do you want to go again?

[Lottie] Yes!

[chuckling] [Lucian and Lottie speaking indistinctly] [Constance] I can see you move when you're speaking.

-[chuckles] -[Constance gasps] [both chuckle] [Constance] You're too quick!

[both chuckle] That seemed like a bit of cheese.

-[indistinct chatter] -[bell tolling in distance] [car horn honking] [indistinct chatter in Italian] -Uh.

Cashier.

Yes?

-[indistinct chatter] Thank you.

[exhales] Uh.

Telegram, please.

Sorry.

School of Rubens.

Not Rubens.

Worth a try.

Sold anyway, 1,000 pounds.

Will wire your share.

Cecil.

Margot!

[in Italian] Three-hundred and fifty lira.

[Edmund] Margot!

He's done it again!

[Constance] Could you pour me a cup of tea, please?

-With everything.

Thank you.

-[Lottie] Lucian!

Lucian!

Hmm?

Thank you.

Lucian, play with us.

-[hums] -[soft music concludes] [grunts] Reporting for duty, ma'am.

-You can be Teddy.

-[chuckles] Oh, can I?

-Hello.

-Teddy likes Annabelle.

Does he?

Now, which one is Annabelle?

-There.

-[Lucian] Oh.

Then Teddy has impeccable taste.

[Lottie] But he can't be her... -[chuckles] -...sweetheart.

No?

Just because he's a bear?

-[groans] -It's too soon, silly.

[chuckles] Why is it too soon, Lots?

I don't know.

It's what Mummy says.

But they can still sit together.

Lucian!

We're having ourselves a little tea party.

-[cup clattering] -Could I have a word?

-Uh.

Of course, you can, yeah.

-In private.

-[Lucian] Right-o.

-Aw.

That's all right, Lots.

I'll be back in a moment, I promise.

-Bye-bye.

-[Lottie laughs] Bye.

It's all right.

We'll have our own tea party.

[soft music playing] Where did you get this?

Where I got this doesn't matter.

What it says does.

Why are you showing it to me?

-Oh, Lucian.

-I mean it, Alice.

Why?

To stop you making a bloody fool of yourself!

And the rest of us.

Lucian.

Oh!

There you are.

-Oh.

I-- -Wait, wait, wait!

-I have the most wonderful news.

-[Bella] I...

I have-- I've just spoken to Heddon.

You're not going to believe this.

It turns out, the painting was insured after all.

[chuckles] We're going to make quite a tidy sum from the payout.

Enough to put a bit towards Lucian's wedding.

And pay off a few debts I've accumulated, and maybe even bung a few 100 your way for this place.

Now, only if your promise not to use it to pay your father back.

[chuckles] I...

I thought you'd be happy.

-Sweetheart.

-I can't be happy.

W... wa... was Billy still locked up?

Billy?

[sighs, whispers] Oh, yes, of course.

Uh.

Perhaps I can, uh, see to that myself.

And then maybe when I get back, we can talk.

Bellakins.

It was a nasty shock you gave me.

I mean, how... how's a chap supposed to react if he finds out what his wife has been carrying on behind his back, and the whole town seems to know about it?

-[sighs] -I mean, I see now, I was perhaps a little more heavy-handed than perhaps was necessary.

Yes.

-It's really not what you think.

-Hush, now.

No need to make up excuses for my benefit, honey.

I...

I did provoke him, you see.

Don't give me any of that "I blame myself" nonsense.

[soft music concludes] [Claudine] Most kinds of men don't need provoking.

And I know most kinds of men.

Do you want me to cover you up?

No, no.

I...

I'll be fine.

Thank you so much.

Well, at least let me put something on that cut.

You know you're stronger than him, don't you?

[sobbing] I don't think my face would agree with you.

[sniffles] I'm not talking about that kind of strength.

Any fool can use his fists.

I've seen the way everyone here, they look to you.

For guidance, for wisdom, for support.

-Thank you, Mrs.... -Uh.

Please, Claudine.

Claudine Pascal.

-Claudine Pascal.

-Hmm.

-[soft music playing] -Thank you.

It's... it's just... just terribly sisterly of you.

Now, that's a fine word.

[chuckles] Yes.

It is, isn't it?

[chuckles] [seagulls squawking] How do you do?

-How do you do?

-Yes!

-Yes!

-My name is Alice.

-[soft music concludes] -My name is Alice.

-[whimsical music playing] -Uh.

No.

Uh.

-Your name is Roberto.

-Your name is Roberto.

No.

Um.

My name is Roberto.

-[in Italian] No, I'm confused.

-Well, imagine how I feel.

You can send me the most exquisite gift, yet you can't even introduce yourself properly.

[clears throat] I could say anything I like, and you wouldn't have a clue, would you?

I could tell you that you are frightfully good-looking.

But really you're just a boy.

I wouldn't be wasting my time on this fool's errand if there were any half-decent Englishmen left to marry.

[in Italian] Wait.

How do you do?

Your name is Roberto.

Hmm?

[indistinct chatter] Thank you.

[Vincenzo in Italian] Don't you worry.

Get yourself some cigarettes with these, and take it easy.

[in Italian] Thank you, sir.

-[Cecil] Francesco?

-[soft music concludes] [in Italian] Sir!

What the devil are you doing here?

What is the meaning of this?

It's just one cousin paying a call on another, Signor Ainsworth, right?

Cousin!

[sighs] Why am I not surprised?

I was expecting a visit, yes, from the British consul, but from Signor Cecil Ainsworth, no.

All right, you've had your fun.

No, really, I'm surprised to see you here.

Not as surprised as I was to discover we had a spy in our midst all this time.

So, you wish to be friends again?

[sighs] Perhaps some of the language I used the last time we spoke was a wee bit, well, in the heat of the moment, you understand, I may have accused you of one or two things which-- You mean, um, your greasy little insinuations.

In light of what we now know, we both know, don't quite stand up to scrutiny.

[clears throat] -Obviously enough.

-So, you wish to say sorry.

Oh, I can do better than that.

Given your intimate knowledge of my dealings... [tense music playing] ...this is the price I'm prepared to pay.

To bring an immediate close to the police investigation.

And to secure Billy Scanlon's release.

As well as make reparations for any hurt feelings.

And this.

Well, let's just call this a gesture of goodwill.

From one dog to another.

[chuckles] -Let's have a drink.

-I'll say.

-I.

-I.

-You.

-You.

-He.

-He.

If you'll excuse me, Mr. Albani.

Mother!

Mother.

My name is Roberto.

[Alice] Mother.

-Mother.

-Yes, what is it?

What's happened to your face?

[gasps] Oh, n... n... nothing.

It's just a scratch.

-Right-o.

-What is it?

I've something I need to show you.

-What is it, darling?

-I thought you should see this.

-Letters.

-Letters to Miss March.

-You intercepted her letters?

-I found them in her room.

What were you doing in her room?

It doesn't matter.

I've known it for ages, there's something not right with her.

-And now, we have the proof.

-You have to put these back.

-Immediately.

-No.

-Immediately.

-You're not going to read them?

Of course, not.

You don't want to know what kind of girl she is.

I know what kind of girl she is.

Anyone can see that.

She's conscientious, she's kind, she's honest.

And the mother of an illegitimate child at 15 years of age!

Where did I go wrong with you?

[whispers] With me?

How could I have raised a daughter who is so unsisterly?

[breathes heavily] I thought you'd be painting.

Oh.

Oh, I'm not...

I'm not really in the mood.

-It's our last day tomorrow.

-Gosh.

So soon?

-Hmm.

Three weeks have flown by.

-Haven't they just?

We may not get a chance again to speak properly.

Oh, I hope we do.

So I wanted to say thank you for all you've done to look after me.

To make me feel at home here.

It's been my pleasure, really.

And I wanted to give you this.

-[soft music playing] -Oh!

I've been working on it in secret.

It's not very good, I know.

No.

I was going to say wonderful.

-You don't have to pretend.

-No, truly.

It's... it's wonderful.

I know you've done it for me.

And... and that painting isn't your thing.

[chuckles] It's really not my thing!

[chuckles] I have tried.

Really, I have, to like it for your sake.

I just don't see what you do in it.

It's all just colors and shapes to me.

Well, I think it's better to be honest about it.

-You're not upset?

-[Lucian] No.

Uh... [chuckles] No, I think I'd be rather more upset if I thought that you were just pretending to like it to please me.

That's it.

[chuckles] That's all I do.

Try to please people.

-Your mother, you mean?

-And everyone else as well.

I try so hard to be interesting when really I'm not.

Look, Rose, you are interesting.

I'm not even sure I'm very likable.

-How can you say that?

-I'm not stupid, Lucian.

I can see people don't warm to others who can't be true to themselves.

-I can't see it myself.

-Can't see what?

That little love match.

They'd have fine-looking children.

So would we.

-[soft music concludes] -[both chuckle] -She isn't his soulmate.

-Hmm.

Do people have soulmates?

-[Claudine] Of course.

-[Nish] Hmm.

But not if they're too afraid to admit who they really are.

Or what they really feel.

-Is it that obvious?

-To me, it is.

You won't say anything?

It isn't anybody's business but yours.

-Have you tried telling him?

-God, no.

And I never will.

[chuckles softly] I don't mean how you feel about him.

Just how you feel in general.

Why ruin the best friendship I've ever had?

It isn't much of a friendship if that would ruin it.

So, you're just going to let it eat away at you?

What choice do I have?

That is the saddest thing.

[somber music playing] I've come to terms with it.

I understand.

I wrote the book, when it comes to loving where it isn't allowed.

[bell tolling in distance] [indistinct chatter] -[soft music concludes] -[tense music playing] [groans] Now, listen to me, Master Scanlon.

You're hurting me.

I've paid good money to have you released, you little bastard.

And I can just as easily pay to have you put back inside.

I have Signor Danioni in my pocket, which means I have you in my pocket as well.

So, from now on, if I say, "Jump," your only question is, "How high, Mr.

Ainsworth?"

Do you understand?

-Do you understand?

-Yes, Mr. Ainsworth.

Good.

-[breathes heavily] -Now, get on with you.

[Betty] You need to be more careful, ma'am.

I know.

I've always been terribly clumsy, but-- -The return of the prodigal son.

-Oh!

Billy!

[laughs] -Oh!

I've been worried to death!

-[chuckles] -[Betty] You've lost weight.

-Not been gone 24 hours, Mum.

Come on.

Sit down.

I'll make you a sandwich.

-Ooh!

[chuckles, kisses] -[soft music concludes] -Is he out on bail?

-Released without charge.

They were happy to take my word for it.

I don't believe Billy had anything to do with the theft of that painting.

What about the bicycle, Mr. Ainsworth?

I persuaded them to overlook it, Betty, now that it's been returned to its rightful owner.

And, uh, a small fee has been paid in lieu of its loan.

Oh, sir.

I don't know how I can ever repay your kindness.

[chuckles] Just make sure the boy's nose is kept clean from now on.

That's all I ask.

-[plate clinking] -That's just it, sir.

I've got my hands full here.

But don't distress yourself, Betty.

We'll sort something out.

Maybe it would be best, ma'am, if I took the lad home.

You know, handed in me notice.

I won't hear of it.

We'd be utterly lost without you, Betty.

Oh, bless you, Mrs. Ainsworth.

-Best get on with that sandwich.

-Welcome home, Billy.

[soft music playing] [sighs, kisses] [Cecil] Bella.

Bella!

I need to talk to you.

Bella, wait.

Bella, for Heaven's sake, wait!

-[lock clicks] -[Julia] Cecil.

Julia.

-You're in an awful rush.

-[exhales] Your creditors are after you or something?

-That's very droll, Julia.

-It was just a little joke.

Well, the joke is rather on you.

-Shall we?

-With pleasure.

You catch me at an awkward moment.

-[sighs] Indeed.

-Out.

[soft music concludes] Have you enjoyed your stay with us?

-Tolerably.

-Oh?

I would have preferred to have seen and heard rather less of some of my fellow guests.

Uh.

Well, I'm sorry to hear you didn't find the company congenial.

-[soft music playing] -And rather more of you.

Perhaps that might be possible.

What, in the, uh, 18 hours we have left?

Well, I intend to be in London rather more than I have been of late.

-Something changed?

-[chuckles] My circumstances.

And, of course, there is this wedding to arrange.

You have the means to go ahead?

-I do.

-[chuckles] Oh, Cecil.

You have no idea how long I have waited to hear you say the words, "I do."

-[chuckles] -[chuckles] And, uh, do you?

I most certainly do.

[seagull squawking] [birds chirping] Playing hide-and-seek?

Something like that.

And who are you trying to avoid?

Uh.

Myself as much as anyone.

Oh, God!

Don't be such a bloody misery.

I've something I want to share with you.

[Lucian] Do you?

The engagement is announced between Lucian, son of the Right Honorable Mr. and Mrs. Cecil Ainsworth of Portofino, Italy, and Rose, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Jocelyn Drummond-Ward of London.

What do you think?

I thought we might, uh, wander down to the telegram office tomorrow.

Now, of course, that does mean you'll have to get your skates on.

Of course.

[Cecil] Is that going to be a problem?

-I, um... -Oh, Christ.

Is it Rose you're trying to avoid?

-Um.

Not exactly.

Um.

-Then what's the problem?

-I'm not sure that... -You're not sure what?

I'm not sure that Rose and I are... sympathetic.

I don't even know what that means.

It means we're not well-matched.

"Well-matched"?

Our families have been marrying into one another for generations!

-I mean, emotionally.

-Now, look here.

All this womanish malarkey's got to stop.

Yes, you've had a rotten go of it and a nasty scratch, but the war's been over for nearly eight years now!

-Yes, I know that.

-Well, then pull yourself together!

You're alive, aren't you?

Capable of thinking, breathing, walking.

There are millions who weren't so lucky.

Oh.

You don't think I'm aware of that?

You don't think I spend every day and night overshadowed by the very thought of them?

Then step out into the sunlight, man.

Learn to live a little!

You are being offered the hand of a beautiful girl from an excellent family.

And a house in London.

And an income of 1,500 a year to go with it.

Most young men with a drop of blood in their veins would be champing at the bit, not mooning around, worrying about emotions.

This will be in The Times next week.

You do your duty.

-[tense music playing] -Yes, Father.

Like I did mine.

-[door knocks] -Hmm?

I was wondering where you'd got to.

[groans] Not you as well.

[scoffs] -Is something wrong?

-[tense music concludes] My father's given me an ultimatum.

[sighs] -[chuckles dryly] -[somber music playing] Uh.

Congratulations.

Well, steady on.

I haven't even spoken to her yet.

So, when do you plan to?

There's no time like the present.

What do you... -That one.

-Thank you.

[tie thuds softly] [Lucian] So, what did you-- did you want something?

It's nothing important.

-You sure?

-It can wait.

Come here.

[chuckles softly] -[chuckles] Stupid thing.

-Hmm.

Do you ever wish we could go back to that time we spent in France after the war?

The Convalescence Depot in Marseille?

[chuckles] Yeah.

When we were just so giddy it was over.

To know we'd survived.

Things were much simpler back then.

Happier.

Thank you.

Yeah.

[chuckles] [sighs] [chuckles] -[paper rustling] -[footsteps approaching] -[Rose] But I have to pack.

-[Lucian] Now, that can wait.

Why are you being so mysterious?

Because I...

I'm sorry, I need to speak to you.

I've been thinking about what you said, about how difficult you find to be true to yourself.

And the truth is, I feel exactly the same way.

You do?

Yes.

I've spent my whole life trying to live up to other people's expectations of me, and not liking myself very much as a result.

The whole time we've spent here, you've seemed so sure of everything.

[Lucian] Well, maybe it's this place.

Maybe it's Italy.

-Maybe I-- -Why are you telling -me all this?

-[Lucian] Because I want you to know that I feel we have more in common than you realize.

And I don't want you to worry about feeling yourself around me.

-Please, Lucian!

-But... You don't need to do this.

No, I...

I don't need to do it, I want to.

[whispers] I think you're very lovely, Rose.

Just as you are.

Will you marry me?

[sobs] [music concludes] -[birds chirping] -[indistinct chatter] Julia!

Julia, come, and stand by me.

Now, where is the happy couple?

-Here she is.

-Ah!

-Come on, Rose!

-[chuckles] [Cecil] You off, love?

[chuckles] And where's Lucian?

Don't tell me he's done a runner already.

-[Lizzie laughs] -[Cecil chuckles] -I'm here, Father.

-[Cecil] Oh, here he is.

And, darling, does everyone have a glass of something wet and bubbly?

-Yes.

-I believe so.

Jolly good.

Jolly good.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, if you could raise your glasses, I would like to propose a toast to a happy couple, Lucian and Rose!

-[guests] To Lucian and Rose!

-[Cecil chuckles] [Lady Latchmere] Bravi, bravi!

Paola, don't go.

You've got the tea station, please.

To serve the drinks.

-I'll go after her.

-All right.

-[Cecil] Lucian.

-[Lucian] Oh.

The glasses, you serve the drinks, all right?

Oh.

Thank you very much.

-Oh, yes.

-[chuckles] -It's lovely, isn't it?

-Yes.

-[indistinct chatter] -[sighs] I do so love a wedding.

Don't you, Melissa?

[chuckles] I've not been to any.

Well, there's only one that really matters.

-[chuckles] -[soft music concludes] Well, you must have a few suitors, don't you, my dear?

[Melissa giggling] No.

What a question.

I don't know, I feel that there's so much more to do yet.

Oh, really?

Well, I'm very fond of you, and all I want is your happiness.

[whispers] I want to be a writer!

A writer?

[chuckles] If you say so.

-And do you say so?

[giggles] -[chuckles] Awfully decent of them to throw me a victory party.

-Plum, darling, you're back!

-[chuckles] -So, you won?

-Ah, not quite, old girl.

Lost to some Frenchie in the third round.

Well, you don't seem put out.

I had a little wager on the other chap.

[soft music playing] -[chuckles softly] -So, are we all right?

We're all right, my darling.

You know, I might have even better news.

-Oh, yes?

-[Lizzie] Uh... [chuckles softly I, um-- I've been feeling a little strange, and I know it's probably far too early to tell, of course, but I think that I might be, you know... -Oh, bugger.

[chuckles] -[chuckles] [sobs, sighs] -[birds chirping] -[indistinct chatter] -Ah, Wingfield.

You're back.

-[soft music concludes] Ah.

So it would seem.

Has your wife been filling you in on all the drama you've missed?

In bits and pieces.

[chuckles] Have you told him he was almost implicated?

Uh.

"Implicated"?

In the theft of the painting, man!

Well, I was just getting around to it.

Oh.

I don't mind telling you.

There were one or two here who were ready to try you in absentia.

But I told them he's an Englishman -and a sporting hero.

-[soft music playing] Plum Wingfield is beyond reproach.

[chuckles] -[sobs] -Constance.

-I'm sorry, Mrs. Ainsworth.

-What is it?

I hate to see you so distressed.

I've lost something very dear to me.

Ah.

Yes, I-- Are these what you're looking for?

-You've read them?

-No.

-But somebody has.

-But you know everything.

[Bella] I know of your misfortune, yes.

-[envelopes rustling] -Then I'm dismissed.

Dismissed?

You cannot want me here, looking after Lottie.

I can't think of anyone better than a mother to look after a child.

A mother who has never had a husband.

And has done her utmost not to be defined by that.

Who has abandoned her child.

But holds him closest to her heart.

Constance.

This is my Laurie.

Oh, L... Laurence.

He was my youngest.

We lost him to influenza.

He would have been 14 next month.

-Is he the reason you came here?

-Yes.

A new beginning.

I thought you would judge me.

[Bella] I've learned not to judge people.

I think everyone should be given a chance to make amends.

Until they prove themselves unworthy.

I don't know where to start.

[Bella] Well, why don't you start by telling me something about your boy?

[chuckles] [indistinct chatter] [soft music concludes] A happy occasion, isn't it?

[chuckles] My brother is a lucky man.

Oh, yes.

Miss Drummond-Ward is very charming.

You're leaving tomorrow?

At 9:00.

Well, then I look forward to seeing you again soon.

You and Roberto.

Before you go, I'd like to clear up a misunderstanding.

-Of course.

-[soft music playing] I hope you will reconsider.

-It is very pretty.

-As are you, Alice.

Count Albani.

I must speak the truth.

But what about Roberto?

Oh.

I speak on my own behalf.

You will grow old waiting for him.

-But you said-- -It was a lie.

-[whispers] This is absurd.

-Why?

Alice, I am a man of experience and means.

I'd like to look after you and your child.

[indistinct chatter] [Nish] What would I do in Turin?

[inhales] [Gianluca] You will learn to resist.

[inhales] [indistinct chatter] [sighs] Ah.

-Mr. Sengupta.

-Mrs. Drummond-Ward.

Rose.

I...

I wasn't aware that we would be traveling back together.

We're not, I'm afraid.

I'm heading for Turin.

I'm needed there.

What, that was entirely...

I'm going to delay it.

-That's fine.

-Thank you.

Do you have other guests arriving?

We do.

We have a party of eight arriving from Zurich.

-Zurich?

-But fortunately, we have a few days to organize ourselves.

Well... [sighs] ...it's certainly been eventful.

-[Melissa giggles] -We do try our best.

My aunt and I have both grown very fond -of the Hotel Portofino.

-Thank you.

Yes, we have.

I'm going to tell all my friends about the hotel and the genteel lady that runs it.

-[chuckles] -[Lady Latchmere] Thank you.

Might I see you again?

Well, who knows, dear, at my age?

Hardly.

You will write to me, won't you?

Of course, I will.

Now, go.

Thank you.

Lady Latchmere, I do appreciate how understanding you've been about everything.

Well, I wouldn't miss it for the world.

It was like being -in an Agatha Christie novel.

-[chuckles] I'm not sure even she could imagine quite such a cast of unconventional characters.

Oh, nonsense, my dear.

It's the 1920s.

Driver!

[soft music playing] [Bella in Italian] Goodbye!

[chuckles, in Italian] Goodbye!

[chuckles] [horse neighing] [door closes] I thought...

I thought it might help make us friends again.

[paper crumpling] I don't want to be friends.

And I'll never take a penny from you.

And if you ever touch me again..

I've lived by your rules for long enough.

It's time I started making up some of my own.

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