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No...

Oh, God!

Oh, God!

- What good will praying do you now? - Shut up!

Haven't you done enough evil in your life?

It was you with that damned portrait!

This story began many years ago in London.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Bone.

I hope you enjoy the show. First we have...

a thrilling dance number for you. Let's begin, thank you!

Weren't we looking for a show suitable for a nursing home?

That's exactly what they need to get the blood circulating again...

Let's go, it'd be better if Aunt Zoe hires a magician.

And even that would be too risky for your aunt.

Half of the nightclubs in London and still nothing suitable.

- I'm going home. - Me too.

- See you at 9AM. - You've been great help!

Aunt wanted something special.

Give the old people a bottle of Scotch.

I think they'd be happier with that.

As is a winged messenger of heaven unto the eyes of mortals...

that fall back to gaze on him when he sails upon the bosom of the air.

O Romeo, Romeo!

Wherefore art thou Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name...

And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;

thou art thyself though, not a Montague.

What's Montague?

O, be some other name!

What's in a name?

That which we call a rose by any other name...

...would smell as sweet!

- Who are you? - The audience.

A little early, don't you think?

The play begins in two days. I'm only rehearsing.

- I'm sorry. - No, don't go.

- Are you an actor? - No!

You have the right look for it.

I'd never remember the lines.

- You'd better get on with it. - Stay if you want...

as long as you're not a critic.

No, I'm a student.

I'm going to take a break.

- Do you want some? - Yes, I'm starving.

Have it.

- What about you? - That's a problem; this is all I have.

And what love can do...

-...thy kinsmen are no stop to me. - If they do see thee, they will murder thee.

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye than twenty of their swords!

Look thou but sweet, and I am proof against their enmity.

I would not for the world they saw thee here.

I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes;

And but thou love me, let them find me here.

My life were better ended by their hate Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.

By whose direction found'st thou out this place?

By love, that first did prompt me to inquire.

He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.

I am no pilot;

yet, wert thou as far as that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,

I would adventure for such merchandise.

Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face; else would a maiden blush...

bepaint my cheek for that which thou hast heard me speak to-night.

Fain would I dwell on form, fain,

fain deny what I have spoke; but farewell complement!

Dost thou love me?

I know thou wilt say 'Ay'; and I will take thy word.

Yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false.

At lovers' perjuries, they say love laughs.

O gentle Romeo,

If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.

Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won, I'll frown, and be perverse,

and say thee nay, so thou wilt woo;

but else, not for the world.

In truth, fair Montague,

I am too fond, and therefore thou mayst think my haviour light;

But trust me, gentleman,

I'll prove more true than those that have more cunning to be strange.

I should have been more strange, I must confess, but that thou overheard'st,

ere I was ware, my true love's passion.

Wake up!

My being a virgin shocked you, didn't it?

Yes, I was surprised.

A lot of girls are virgins.

Of course! I imagine they must be at first.

They just pretend not to be.

Why... why me?

Because you're beautiful.

But I don't think it was just that, maybe because you...

Because it was clear that you wanted me, but did nothing to have me.

I don't know, but I'm happy.

Are you happy?

Yes!

I'm happy. Very happy.

I live here, with my mother.

- You said you lived outside the city. - I wanted you to stay with me.

You're very honest.

It's better if we always are with one another, even if we have to tell lies...

- to the rest of the world. - I agree.

She's not only very beautiful, she's also talented.

I've no doubt about it.

- You should see her act. - I'd love to, Dorian.

- You know I love strippers. - Go to hell!

- She's not a stripper. - Calm down.

She's a great actress, but does she strip for you?

I won't let you talk about her like that!

Sometimes you really are incredible.

Maybe because you were so pampered growing up.

- You're the world's last true innocent. - Sybil is amazing, fantastic.

She's divine.

Divine.

- I'd like you to meet her. - OK! She's a lovely girl and I'm...

happy for you.

I can't get the lips right.

Stay still, or else I can't do it!

All right, I get it; we won't get anything done today!

Look, look at who it is, Mr. Wotton and his debauched wife.

Let's take a break. We'll continue later.

No, that's enough! I'll take a shower and leave.

They're wonderful, don't you think?

Leave the art critique to me. Everyone knows...

that you hate paintings but love painters.

Basil, I'd like to reserve these paintings for the gallery, all right?

If by reserve you mean buy, of course it's all right, Henry.

Henry, come here.

Come and look at this one.

Even I can see that it's beautiful!

You'd rather not look...

at that one yet. It's not finished.

It's the best you've ever done, Basil.

I didn't know you did portraits.

Actually, I don't. This is the first.

And I'm only doing it...

because the subject is exceptional. An extraordinary combination of beauty...

sensuality and innocence. He's eternally young!

I don't know if he'll be like that forever, but for now he's wonderful.

You must give it to me for the gallery. It would bring fantastic success.

I don't want to exhibit it.

- Why not? - Because I don't want to!

- I'm too attached to it. - Really?

I'm talking about the painting. As for all the rest, my preferences...

haven't changed! I want to keep it here with me for a while.

Then I'll sell it.

Let's hope the market is still interested when you do decide to sell it.

I'm prepared to take that risk.

- Truly extraordinary, Henry! - Too extraordinary.

And look at how he moves!

His name is Dorian Gray.

Dorian Gray!

You probably know his aunt, Mrs. Brandon.

Yes, I know her.

She often comes to my gallery.

Come on, I'll introduce you.

This is Henry Wotton and his wife, Gwendolyn.

Hello.

- Your aunt has mentioned you to me. - Angrily, I imagine!

I don't help out enough with her charity appeals.

Mrs. Brandon is very passionate about helping others.

And why not, if it helps alleviate suffering?

Please, Dorian.

There's something morbid about the young worrying about suffering.

Don't listen to him. Contradicting conventionally held sentiments

is a typically intellectual flirtation; it's an alibi for his vices.

But what is a vice, if not simply a pleasure...

- without shame? - Once again...

-the words of Oscar Wilde... -...badly quoted by Henry Wotton!

- Basil, coming to dinner with us? - I have no intention of inviting him.

Dorian, Basil's is having dinner with us. Coming?

Thank you, but I can't.

He fell in love yesterday, tonight he might get married.

- Or at least have a honeymoon. - Better to go on honeymoon first.

- Marriage ruins everything. - Why get married?

Man marries out of boredom.

Woman out of curiosity. Both end up disappointed.

- What about love? - What love?

Usually it becomes a vicious fight over possessions!

The ideal situation is to enjoy everything and possess nothing!

It's difficult, but one should try.

An olive?

Turn that damned music down, Sybil!

All right.

James.

James, come here.

A kiss.

- You're jealous. - You don't even know who he is.

That's not important to me; I know that I love him. He's my Sir Romeo.

You're incurable, Sybil.

Goodbye, James.

- Sir Romeo is waiting for me. - Goodbye, Sybil.

- Goodbye, Mom! - Goodbye!

Did she talk to you about him?

No, it's a big secret.

It's so romantic!

Why worry?

Actresses always have plenty of admirers. I had dozens.

We need them, James!

- Where are we going? - It's a surprise!

- This is Selby, my estate. - Is it really yours?

My parents left it to me.

Come on.

It's all mine: from here to the sea and from there to the woods.

My God, Sir Romeo...

You're rich and I didn't know.

Unfortunately it's not worth much.

Look.

It's all abandoned!

It's falling apart.

It must have been beautiful once.

- Now it's a little sad. - A surprise for you!

Look!

- How many have you brought here? - None.

Liar!

Find another fool for your weekend in the wonderful, decrepit Selby! Not me!

Sybil!

Sybil!

Sybil!

Wait for me!

You have to catch me first.

- Would you really like to marry me? - Yes, Mrs. Sybil Gray.

- We'll stay together forever. - It'll be beautiful.

And would you want me to quit acting?

You'd have to live for me alone.

Oh, Dorian!

Alan, give me a hand.

Sure.

Oh no, that wall is too dirty!

It's needs to be freshened up.

Dorian, give me the number of that painter.

But Auntie, Basil isn't a decorator!

Why not? Don't you think he'd be able to do it?

Give her the number...

Charitable people possess neither humanity nor humor!

Oh, Mr. Wotton!

You're finally taking a tour of my nursing home.

I'd prefer to make a donation.

You cynics are always truly kind at heart.

Oh, thank you!

See how much it cost me to see you again!

Mr. Wotton...

- You already know Dorian? - Certainly, Auntie.

He's been avoiding an old friend.

Basil told me he'd never finish the portrait.

- I've been busy. - So I heard.

Write me that painter's number, legibly.

You, Mr. Wotton, absolutely have to take a tour of the nursing home.

In the other wing we're building a dormitory with every specialized...

- piece of equipment the elderly need. - Really?

- Yes. - Interesting.

Aunt Zoe!

- I'll give Henry the tour. - Of course, Mrs. Brandon.

I'd feel guilty to let you interrupt your work on my behalf.

Let's go, be my guide. Thank you!

- How to quickly get out of this morgue? - This way...

I haven't seen you for a while. Cigarette?

- How have you been? - Very well.

And... Sybil?

Sybil Vane?

- Not a very famous actress, is she? - She will be.

I'm convinced that she's very talented, Henry.

Beware of talented women... they're dangerous.

You mustn't waste your youth, Dorian. It's the most precious thing you have.

You must enjoy yourself completely, without reservation.

God, if he exists...

has been very generous to you, but will quickly take back what he's given.

You only have a few years to live life to the full, in this perfect way!

You don't have the right to waste it on others.

You must be your reason for living.

One day you will be old, wrinkled and repugnant, like those poor creatures.

You'll no longer be beautiful to look at.

The world belongs to the young and the beautiful like you.

You can have anything you wish for.

Is that the meaning of life: to have whatever we desire?

The meaning of life is of no importance.

All we know is that we have to live...

so why fight the desires and temptations we have?

Every year that passes brings us closer to sorrow.

The heartbeat slows down, and we are reduced to being disgusting puppets.

That's how it is.

We're left to remember that which we haven't had...

and be remorseful for not having had the courage to give in to temptation.

One is young for such a short time.

One is young for such a very short time, Dorian.

There...

Finished!

He's in love with your painting.

Or with his own beauty. One of the two, Henry.

It's incredible, isn't it, Dorian?

One day, when even you become old, repugnant and annoying...

this...

will still be beautiful.

So, Dorian, do you like it?

What is it, Dorian?

Why do I have to get old while he stays young?

Don't ask me. I'm a painter, not an alchemist.

Why can't it be the other way around?

That I stay young and he should age.

The old, repugnant one would stay in there and I would never change!

That's a great idea! Let's patent it.

Who wants a drink?

I don't know what I'd give to make it come true.

I would give my soul to stay like that!

So it's true, he's in love with himself!

For the love of God, Dorian.

- It's a painting and that's all. - I should never have let you paint it!

All right then, to hell with the blasted thing!

Have you gone mad?!

It's a painting, Dorian, canvas and paint.

- I made it and I'll destroy it! - No!

It's part of me now.

I don't know what part, but it's me...

and it belongs to me.

All right, Dorian!

As soon as you're dry I'll coat you in fixative...

frame you and send you home! As far as I'm concerned...

you and your portrait can go to hell!

Of course the painting belongs to you and I'm going to give it to you.

Basil is only a painter and he is just there to be paid.

Whatever happens after that...

Well, we'll see.

You can't, you'll be late for the theater.

I don't care.

I always say goodbye to him from here when he leaves.

There he is!

James!

James!

James!

This time he'll be away for a year. I shall miss him.

- It seems like you two are in love! - He practically raised me.

All my mother ever knew was recite.

And your brother took care of you.

- He'd kill for me. - Oh, he sets a good example.

He's very jealous of you!

Then we'd better go before he swims back to save you.

You can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved.

A little more to the right. Thank you.

Dorian, is this going to take much longer?

They're waiting for us at the nursing home, we're already late.

Can't you see I'm busy?

Tell Aunt Zoe not to count on me any longer.

If that's how you think, I'm going.

Thank you, Mrs. Leaf.

What do you think?

My dear, I think the portrait is enchanting.

No human being can be so perfect, unfortunately sooner or later...

Stop it! Let's change the subject.

But not for me.

I meant, for others.

- To me you'll always be... - Yes, yes, Sybil!

- Leave it be! - What is it, what's wrong?

Nothing.

You've changed, you know...

- Something in you has changed. - Oh, no...

my dear, I don't change.

Him, yes! But I never will!

I don't like this idea at all.

I'll become old and ugly and you'll stay beautiful and forever young.

I don't like it one bit!

I don't even want to think about you being old.

Because you'd leave me, wouldn't you?

If I weren't as beautiful to you as I am now, you'd leave me immediately.

What is inside is also important.

Inside you! Who'd be interested in what's on the inside?

Beauty is that which we see, nothing else, my dear.

Sybil, I can't go to the theater tonight.

Are you meeting Wotton again?

Yes, he wants to introduce me to some people.

- Rich and influential people, naturally. - Naturally!

Rich and influential people who are in all probability...

ugly on the inside, but very beautiful on the outside!

Do whatever you want!

I will.

It's impossible! Is it true?

There's our favored pupil, gracefully swimming in a sea of millionaires.

Even the lady of the house is admiring his style.

- Let's drink to the death of innocence. - It's a nice way to die.

- A wonderful party, Mrs. Ruxton. - Thank you, Basil.

- It's important to enjoy oneself. - Certainly!

It's nice of you Americans to buy our villas.

We didn't know what to do with them.

Where's Henry, my darling?

I don't know, but if you want to know more about Dorian Gray, I'll gladly tell you.

I have no doubt. But a man like Henry knows men better than women do.

Isn't that true, dear?

I like Dorian!

Buy when the cannons are firing and sell when the violins are playing.

War is terrible but makes for great business.

- What are terrible are bad deals. - That's true...

War is terrible, my dear...

and one should not use it for profit.

In any case, I help associations that fight world hunger.

Never marry a charitable woman. They're sentimental and spendthrifts.

That's one of my lines, but Clouston is a true businessman.

He always steals everything from everyone!

- Dorian... - Yes?

Patricia would like to talk business with you.

Peaceful and profitable business. She's one of the most amazing women I know.

Her hair turned blonde out of sorrow when her husband died.

Oh, Henry, what nonsense. No!

It turned Titian red, to be precise.

It's true. She's now looking for green pastures to ruin with cement.

- I've already told her about Selby. - Yes.

It looks like a perfect site to build a luxury hotel...

holiday cottages, tennis courts, swimming pools, and all the rest.

Do you intend to sell it?

I'm very attached to that house.

Fine, you can keep the house.

I doubt you'll convince him. He's already refused half a million for it.

Rich people like us aren't interested in money, you know that, Henry.

I know a fundamental rule. everything has a price.

Of course, but for some things it's very high, Patricia.

Now I'll let you discuss business.

Henry is a very dear friend, but...

both you and I know that Selby can't be worth much, isn't that right?

I believe that if you truly want something...

then you must be prepared to give a lot.

And I give a lot, Dorian.

Let's talk about this some other time in a quieter setting?

Certainly.

Whenever you like.

Good, come to see me tomorrow.

All right, Dorian?

In that way we can talk and be sure that no one will...

Dorian?

Dorian?

Dorian? Dorian!

Where are you, Dorian?

- Dorian! - What is it?

Where did you spring from? We've decided to end the night somewhere.

- If I may, I have an idea. - What is it?

O comfortable friar!

Where is my lord?

I remember well where I should be, and there I am.

- Where is my Romeo?

Lady, come away from that nest of death, contagion...

A greater power than we can contradict hath thwarted our intents.

Stay not to question, for the watch is coming.

Come, go, Juliet. - I dare no longer stay.

Go, get thee hence, for I will not.

What's here? A cup...

Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:

O churl! Drink all, and leave no friendly drop to help me after?

I will kiss thy lips.

- Haply some poison... - Haply some poison yet doth hang on them...

-...to make me die with a restorative. -...to make me die with a restorative.

Thy lips are warm...

- Thy lips are warm! - Learn the part?

Lead, boy. Which way?

- Yea, noise? - Then I'll be brief...

- Then I'll be brief... - O happy dagger...

- O happy dagger! - Kill yourself. It'll do you good!

This is thy sheath...

...there rest, and let me die.

The poor thing, she's really dreadful.

This is the place where the torch is burning.

The ground is bloody. Search about...

We'd better go to a disco to dance and drink!

Oh God, no!

Henry. Let's all go to our house.

I'm staying here!

- Go, tell the prince... - We can meet up later.

Run to the Capulets, raise up the Montagues, some others search!

We see the ground whereon these woes do lie;

But the true ground of all these...

She's really beautiful. See you later.

Here's Romeo's man. We found him in the churchyard.

Hold him in safety till the prince come hither.

Here is a friar, that trembles,

sighs, and weeps; we took this mattock and this spade from him.

Stay the friar too.

She got a little mixed up this evening. I'll come to see her another night.

Bring her to my house as well.

Here lies the County Paris slain; and Romeo dead;

and Juliet, dead before, warm and new kill'd.

What the hell happened?

Why are you laughing?

Oh, God! What a fiasco!

And you enjoyed yourself?

Apart from the two of us, I'm interested in nothing!

I don't care. To hell with the theater!

- And should I be happy about it? - Naturally!

First the theater was everything to me.

Then I met you...

And I began to live, to love, to be loved, happy, jealous.

All these things are really happening; I don't need to act anymore.

When I saw you this evening with those two queen bees...

I wasn't able to remember the part anymore.

So, you were a jealous idiot...

and I looked like an imbecile in front of all my friends.

Look at the situation you've put me in.

You're annoying and sentimental.

- Dorian! - May I steal him for a moment, Miss?

Please, be my guest.

I'm going.

And know that I don't like you or your friends tonight. So long!

She seems to be more temperamental than artistic.

- And now, regarding our business... - Excuse me.

Sybil!

- Sybil... - Leave me alone!

Listen, it was a misunderstanding.

No, Dorian! It was a revelation.

Only now I understand what you're really like, and I feel sick!

Go back to that old wretch, she can give you what you want, not me!

You fool, she's proposing a business deal worth half a million!

I thought you were worth more!

Maybe I should tell her, "He's not only beautiful, Mrs. Ruxton...

he's also a pair of..."

Dorian!

Dorian, don't leave me!

I understand you perfectly, Dorian.

That girl was becoming impossible.

They have the bad habit of becoming a wife before the wedding.

She was no exception.

It's strange how some things that once seemed important...

have suddenly lost any significance at all.

That's how life shows us that nothing is really important!

You're right, Henry.

- You're almost always right. - How boring!

- Say goodnight to Gwendolyn for me. - Very well.

But maybe it's better if you do it yourself.

Who is it?

Ah, it's you, Sir.

Good morning.

What is it, Mrs. Leaf?

You got up early this morning. Would you like something? Coffee?

No, go away.

- I want to be alone. - As you wish.

And close the door.

The paint is normal; it doesn't contain any kind of corrosive.

And the canvas?

No trace of mold that could have damaged it.

But why did you want to have it analyzed?

I found a crack in the paint and don't want it to get ruined.

I thought that there would be a chemical explanation, that's all.

The chemical composition is absolutely normal.

- Alan? - Yes?

- Can I ask you something? - Certainly.

Do you think the visible world can be influenced by the invisible one?

Do you mean the material world by that which we call the spiritual world?

Yes.

Do you think it's possible for an object, any object, to change?

And that this change could be determined by good or evil deeds?

But that happens all the time, don't you think?

I mean, every action results in a reaction.

The composition of every organism is influenced by the world in which we live.

But as for moral influence, I don't know what to say. I'm a scientist.

What's going on, Dorian?

- Nothing. Thanks for everything, Alan. - Don't mention it!

Express delivery, please.

Miss Sybil Vane, Court Road 13, London North West, One.

"Forgive me for last night. Sir Romeo loves you...

Please, come back to me." Four shillings, please.

Henry!

I'm sorry, Dorian.

Because of your wife?

What? No!

- Because of that girl, Sybil Vane. - There's nothing to worry about.

- I thought you'd have been remorseful. - I was, then decided to marry her.

- Now listen... - Wait!

So you don't know that Sybil is dead, Dorian?

Dead?

When?

Last night.

- It can't be... - She committed suicide.

It's dreadful.

Where would they have brought her?

There'll be an inquest now.

Your name hasn't been mentioned, you'd better stay out of it.

Don't think about it, you must try to forget about her.

Why did she do such a thing?!

It was her who encouraged me to leave her!

She wanted to love and be loved!

A woman unable for this desperate game ends up destroying herself.

Yes, certainly. But I didn't know she was... so crazy.

I don't want this responsibility.

It's not your fault.

- Are you sure? - Absolutely. If a hysterical girl...

You don't know anything, Henry. Something's happening to me.

Something terrible.

But why should it be my fault if a girl gets upset and kills herself?

I too was upset.

What could I have done about it?

Dorian, don't lose your head.

You've nothing to do with the episode. Listen...

We're only responsible for our own life and no one else's.

Do you understand? Isn't it true?

Ourselves and nothing else.

It's all yours.

Take it...

Enjoy it...

Someone killed themself out of their love for you. I envy you.

The people who have loved me, not many...

but there have been a few, they have insisted on living.

They became fat and boring, and when we meet...

we soon talk of the past, of memories.

It's so depressing!

You were already getting tired of her.

You deserve much more than what Sybil could have given you.

Much more.

Much more.

Much more.

And this is my notorious Prince Charming.

Here you go. Beautiful.

Why notorious?

- Is he dangerous? - Oh no!

Not until he occasionally mates.

The same thing happens to restless young men, isn't that true?

I find it unfair that an owner should get money from her stallion's mating.

But it doesn't bother him at all, as long as he has his fodder.

What's important is that there is plenty of it, and a mare in heat.

Us restless young men aren't so easily pleased.

That's rather explicit, isn't it?

It suits both of us... I think.

Harding! Harding!

The check for the deposit on the Selby property, please.

- It's all ready, Mrs. Ruxton. - Very good, thank you. You may leave.

First I want to show you...

the finest stallion. Come on.

Come on.

Good day, Madame.

Good day.

Look... they write about him as if he were a genius. It's incredible!

And why not?

Today beauty is much more important than genius.

The appetite he has!

I think he's fucking one after the other. Every one of them.

Including your wife?

Dorian!

Run faster!

Take another one.

All right. Turn this way.

This is what we agreed to.

Should I have some more photographs taken of Julia?

No, with me as a center-spread...

she'll have all the contracts she could wish for!

- Father, come and see. - Yes.

They're fabulous.

Adrienne is a perfect voyeur; she gets excited watching things through the lens.

Five years ago in a hotel in Miami. A prostitute with a sadist!

And those?

Those are two queers in Berlin. I shot them right under the Wall.

There's no respect for anything anymore.

- Alan! - Hello, Dorian.

It's been such a long time.

So many things have happened.

To you, certainly. Cutty Sark, please.

What are you doing here?

I'm travelling on my honeymoon.

That's fantastic, old friend. Congratulations!

Where's the lucky girl? I want to meet her.

Is that her?

No.

Come on.

I want to introduce her to you.

Alice...

Alice, this is Mr. Gray.

Whether you believe it or not, we're the same age.

- It's a pleasure, Mr. Gray. - The pleasure is all mine.

You're not really the same age as my husband, are you?

It's true; I'm one year older.

Tonight you're my guests.

- I'm sorry, but we really can't. - Alan, I insist.

It's been a long time since I partied in a nightclub.

Maybe it's time for bed now.

Let's all go to watch the sunrise at Hassan's house.

- It has the best view on the coast. - With the best Champagne!

Thank you kindly, but we're leaving tomorrow.

Alan has to rest.

We're not used to drinking so much!

What nonsense! I--I feel great.

Of course you do! I'll make sure he gets back to the hotel.

Don't worry about him. You stay out, Mrs.; I'll bring him back to the hotel.

- I'm going, Alice, you stay. - No, Alan, you can't...

No, my darling.

Why should you not enjoy yourself because of me? Goodbye.

Goodnight.

- Are you coming to watch the sunrise? - Yes.

Are you coming too?

Yes, we'll come too.

From here there's the most wonderful view.

It's very beautiful. This way.

Where are they going?

They're going to watch the sunrise.

But it's more interesting to stay here!

Mr. Gray, I'd like to go back to my hotel now.

How did you meet Alan?

I was his secretary.

Classic.

That's also classic.

What will you do if I insist? Throw yourself out the window?

Mr. Gray!

Mr. Gray!

You're crazy!

Take me to the House of Pleasures. This is for you.

- I'm sorry, that area is dangerous. - Here's double! Don't fuss about it.

Quickly!

I don't understand it.

Don't trouble yourself, Mrs. Brandon.

Today one buys what everyone else is buying.

It's really an incredible phenomenon, this Oriental art.

Not as incredible as your nephew. How does he stay so young?

You should know, Henry.

I sold my soul to the Devil!

It was you who introduced me to him.

Basil, is it true that you're going to Paris?

Others begin their careers in Paris, I'll end mine there.

- What flight are you taking? - I can't stand flying.

I prefer the train.

I'm leaving at midnight. My bags are already at the station.

Pardon me...

For what, Mr. Gray?

Do you know me?

If you weren't always abroad, we would have met by now.

Right, Henry?

Inevitably.

Unfortunately, Gladys's husband is the doctor of choice...

amongst our group. He specializes in diseases of aging for a huge sum...

which, however, we're all prepared to pay.

Doctor Mormouth, Dorian Gray.

Dorian!

My pleasure.

See you later, Mr. Gray.

- For how long have they been married? - For ten years, and they're very happy.

Ten years with that man is an eternity.

Henry, do you think they'd like to come to Selby?

Certainly, perhaps to go hunting.

Why don't you invite them?

I will.

- Listen, Dorian... - No, no, not now.

Why don't you come to my house before leaving?

What do you care if I like Gladys?

Would you destroy a happy family?

I'll be frank with you. Your conduct is disgusting...

- everybody will rebuke you for it. - Those who envy me.

Dr. Mormouth has two children.

A somewhat modest amount for a specialist in youthful cures!

The more time passes the more you talk like a nasty copy of Henry Wotton.

Oh, Basil...

You'll be late for your train.

- By God, there's a limit to everything. - Try to calm down...

Then leave!

You corrupt and destroy all who come close to you.

Gwendolyn, Clouston's wife, and that fellow who then...

I can't stand people who preach.

Enough!

The Mormouths are my friends, leave them in peace.

Are you threatening me now?

Answer me, Basil.

Threaten you? Why?

There's no level that you haven't stooped to.

You're right, Basil.

Want to see the depths I've arrived to? Come!

Are you mad?!

Come, come and see for yourself. Come!

Straight ahead, straight ahead!

- Dorian! - Come!

Get in!

Take a look at my soul, Basil.

You're mad, Dorian.

What kind of sick joke is this?

Look at your painting, Basil.

Look at what the two of us created together!

This isn't my painting.

Then look at the signature.

It's the only thing that hasn't changed.

What happened?

What does it mean?

Remember the day you finished it?

Yes, of course I remember.

But... but it's impossible.

Impossible?

Oh, no...

No!

Oh, my God...

My God!

What good will praying do you now?

Shut up!

Haven't you done enough evil in your life?

It was you with that damned portrait!

Adrienne will be at the Cixter Club after three.

Adrienne will be at the Cixter Club after three.

Whiskey.

Hello?

- I have to see you, immediately. - I'm sorry...

I'm at work.

For once can't you forget your damned work. I'll wait for you!

- Is it that important? - It's very important!

All right, I'll come.

Leaving without giving your old Gwendolyn a kiss first?

Go to hell!

You first, Sir Romeo.

- I'm James Vane. - I don't know you.

- And Sybil Vane?! - Who?

I'm Sybil's brother.

- You do remember Sybil? - You're mad, I don't know any Sybil!

She's dead because of you.

Not me. Look closely!

Look at me!

Do you believe me now?

Oh, God...

I was that close to killing you.

You'll get nothing out of that one, sailor. He's one of a kind!

He's not for you, my darling.

Do you know him?

Who doesn't know Sir Romeo?

The passionate, young, fifty year old.

Who knows what he takes? But it does him a lot of good, honey.

I'm looking for a 50-year-old with the same name.

That's him, darling.

He has more monkey glands than a band of gorillas.

He's filthy rich and rotten to the bone.

Can we buy you a drink, sailor?

- What? - Just one little glass.

Oh, well, you can't have them all!

Oh, God, look who it is. Hello, darling.

Hello!

- What's happened? - Thanks for coming.

What do you want?

The truth is, Alan, I've killed Basil Hallward.

His body is upstairs.

The reason is of no importance to you.

You just have to get rid of his body for me.

You have your car, you're a chemist...

and you know how to do it.

- You're mad, Dorian. - Don't argue!

Only you can help me do this without leaving a trace...

make that body disappear!

And then...

as far as I care...

you can disappear as well.

Is everything clear?

Listen, Dorian... if this is a bad joke...

- I'm not the right person. - No! You're the right person!

And I can show you why.

We were good friends, weren't we?

Open it.

And think about your family.

Basil body is...

in the attic.

You don't have a choice.

You've hit a slump, Dorian. That was easy!

I left it for you because I'm a good host.

You've been looking at me since this morning.

I like to look at you.

Why are you trying so hard to fall in love with me?

It's true.

It's the first time that feelings have seemed important to me.

What about you?

I look for tranquility.

And if I don't take these shoes off, I won't have any today for sure.

Logan! Send the dogs into those bushes, quickly!

I'm sorry, but there's nothing here, Mr. Gray.

What's wrong?

Do you feel ill?

You've been acting strangely.

- Since Basil... - I'm tired!

Do I have to give you explanations? Get lost!

At least now we know what's wrong with you. We're leaving.

Look, a fallow deer!

Dorian!

No!

No!

My God, I've hit one of the beaters!

Something's happening to me. I can feel it. I can feel it.

Perhaps...

I could help you if you confide in me.

He's dead, isn't he?

Yes, Sir.

He took a direct hit to the chest.

But he wasn't one of ours, Mr. Gray.

I've never seen him before.

Can a man change?

I'm tired.

I'm tired of everything.

We all are.

Unfortunately, there's no way to escape it.

Gladys asked me why you no longer call. She gave me a letter for you.

Tear it up.

You're refusing her advances! That's not your style.

I want to be different.

I feel old and rotten.

I want to feel clean.

And good, Dorian?

Come on, my boy. You're only tired of the old game...

and desire a new one.

The papers are still talking about Basil's disappearance.

What do you think could have happened to him?

Sooner or later he'll turn up alive with another woman...

or another style.

At his age, one always needs one or the other.

Maybe he's dead.

He's got the constitution of a horse, as long as someone...

- gives him some straw. - Maybe he was murdered.

Why?

He was too insignificant to have any dangerous enemies.

And if I had done it?

That would be interesting!

But the motive?

You have much too good of taste to end up in the crime section.

Tell me, Dorian.

Do you remember the Bible?

"What will it profit a man if he gains the whole world...

but forfeits his soul?"

I ought to know.

You must've done something to have stayed so young.

What is your secret?

Leave it be, Henry.

Even youth becomes boring.

What I would give for that sort of boredom!

I'd do anything...

apart from getting up early or making love to women.

The saddest thing about old age isn't getting old, but staying young inside.

There's no dignity in it.

It's terrible to have to watch one's own body decaying.

One should become old and stupid.

It would be the only way to age without understanding anything.

But sure, what does that matter to you? You never change.

Nothing has any effect on you.

Like an ancient myth, you remain unalterable.

You are the symbol of everything our age strives for.

The fantastic dream of eternal youth, and you...

Will you quit it?!

Very well then.

Another broken dream.

Today the Labor congress finished in Newport...

and a new party leader was elected. And finally...

in South West London Dr. Alan Campbell, famous for his theories...

on contamination...

was found dead in his office this morning.

Doctor Campbell...

was 53 years old and was the head of chemical research...

at Petroleum International.

The cause of death was an overdose of sleeping pills.

News from Vietnam...

Our Saigon correspondent reports that American forces have carried out...

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