: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.
:05:00
I sometimes
wonder if...
:05:11
My God.
:05:13
Francis Douglas.
:05:15
- What?
- Bosie's brother.
:05:16
He's been found shot.
:05:19
He's dead.
:05:21
He's just got engaged.
:05:25
Bosie.
:05:27
Poor, poor Bosie.
:05:29
He'll be utterly distraught.
:05:41
He killed himself.
:05:43
It was my father.
:05:46
He drove him to it.
:05:47
I'm sure your father's
just as upset as everyone else.
:05:51
No, he's not.
:05:56
He says it's a judgement
on Rosebery and my mother.