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:03:00
and then berates him
for being spoiled.

:03:03
Neither of them gives him
any real love.

:03:06
They're torturing him.
:03:09
What's truly dreadful...
:03:10
is that when it...
When he can't bear it

:03:13
and he has one of his...
:03:16
he becomes exactly
like his father.

:03:18
He hates himself for that.
:03:20
You're too kind
about him, Oscar.

:03:22
You can't be too kind
:03:24
about someone
who's been so hurt.

:03:29
Yet if I go on
:03:31
trying to come between Bosie
and his father...

:03:36
they'll destroy me.
:03:37
Bosie's quite capable
:03:39
of destroying you
on his own.

:03:42
Look how much you wrote
while he was away.

:03:44
Two wonderful plays
which will run for years.

:03:47
Back comes Bosie,
:03:49
what have you
written since?

:03:56
Oscar...
:03:58
You know how much I...
:04:02
love and admire you.
:04:06
But you're throwing
your genius away.

:04:08
For what?
:04:09
It's highly ironic.
:04:11
Queensberry thinks Bosie and I
:04:13
are locked in nightly embrace.
In reality,

:04:15
we've been the purest model
of Greek love since...

:04:21
Bosie doesn't like
doing it with me.

:04:24
I've loved him.
:04:26
- I've educated him.
- But he's never grown up.

:04:30
And he never will.
:04:34
I'm not taking him
back, Robbie.

:04:37
Not again.
:04:41
I can't.
:04:43
I've been very foolish,
very fond.

:04:46
And, uh... now I must
grow up myself.

:04:49
Oh, please
don't do that.

:04:51
You're an artist.
:04:53
Artists are always
children at heart.

:04:58
Oh, Robbie.

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