:37:00
Alfred Taylor,
this is Oscar.
:37:01
Delighted to make
your acquaintance, Oscar.
:37:04
Charles Parker.
I remember you.
:37:07
'Allo, Oscar.
:37:08
Charming to see you again.
:37:10
And you.
:37:15
- Do you smoke?
- Oh, I do everything.
:37:18
- Everything that pays!
- Expertly, I might add.
:37:24
Mr Wilde, some wine.
:37:26
Thank you.
:37:28
That's a nice case.
:37:29
I want you to keep it.
:37:33
Thank you.
:37:36
So, this is a den of vice.
:37:38
I should call it
more of a garden.
:37:40
Such pretty flowers,
Mr Taylor.
:37:41
Wise of you to keep
the curtains closed.
:37:44
They'd never grow
in the common light of day.
:37:47
Who are you calling common?
:37:48
Certainly not you,
dear boy.
:37:50
You seem to be a flower
of the rarest hue.
:38:01
Bosie never told me that
you were a botanist, Mr Taylor.
:38:05
That you roam the earth
:38:06
climbing the highest peaks
of the Himalayas
:38:09
and plunging into the darkest
forests of Borneo
:38:12
to return triumphant
to this delightful conservatory
:38:15
in the shadow
of Westminster Abbey
:38:17
to exhibit your... specimens.
:38:18
The boys are all Londoners,
actually.
:38:22
Impossible.
:38:23
I see Londoners every day,
:38:25
but never such...
exotic blooms as these.
:38:28
Does he always talk like this?
:38:30
Not when he's in bed.
:38:41
I am discreet.
Bosie, of course,
:38:43
is far too grand
and well-born for that.
:38:46
He wants everyone to know.
:38:47
Oscar, you must understand...
:38:49
I must be with
young people, Robbie.
:38:51
They're so frank and free.
:38:53
They make me
feel young myself.
:38:55
That's all very well.
But what would you say
:38:58
if someone wanted
to go to bed with your son?