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Hello?

- What are you up to? - Watching a movie with Nora.

Change of plans. I'm heading to the house.

Wait up for me, and, uh, we'll have a drink together, okay?

Will you be long?

No, I'll be there soon.

I need to talk to you.

What about?

Something important.

Like what?

I'll tell you in a bit.

- Can't you wait? - How about a little hint?

It's not the kinda thing you talk about on the phone.

- Okay. Be quick then. - Don't worry. I will.

Bye.

Yeah?

Hey. What are you doing?

Just admiring a pretty girl.

Ah, so there's no danger there then.

I found the poem you left for me on the wall.

I think an apology would be quicker.

Think about it.

Death, like every ending, has a new beginning.

ONE YEAR EARLIER

For every story that ends, another is about to begin.

It's the story of an encounter between two people

who think they have nothing in common,

and who later find out that they are very much alike.

Michele is one of these two.

He can't imagine that he is soon to meet someone

he'll become extremely attached to,

although he seems more like his polar opposite.

Antonia. She's the other part of this story.

This morning, neither she nor Michele could've possibly imagined

that they would meet one year from now.

I left you some breakfast on the table.

Don't forget that Nora's off today. She'll be leaving in an hour.

Will you be home for dinner?

All right, why don't you just text me later today?

Why am I talking at all? You're such a sleepyhead.

Nora, please have the toast ready when he wakes up.

Yes, ma'am.

Come outside. Let me show you something.

I'm gonna need you to clean the deck, the table and the loungers

before you leave. Okay?

Sure thing, ma'am.

THE IGNORANT ANGELS

How about some meat rolls, for a change?

Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

- You're up early! Hello. - Morning.

It's no surprise to find you all here already.

Are we in your way? Does it bother you?

Who are you to talk? Because it's not like you're the doorman.

Hey, considering that I live in the doorman's apartment, so…

Did they rent it to you?

They shouldn't have, as it's not legally a house.

It's not supposed to be rented. Yeah, I investigated it.

I'd investigate what your cheating son-in-law gets up to,

if I were you.

That's a lie. It's "fuck" news.

- It's fake news. - Yeah, that's it.

What a minute. The Turkish lady is right. We all know what he's up to.

Man, oh, man. It's the same thing with you, huh?

Thanks to all this bickering with all of you,

Serra's getting more and more gossipy.

- No. - Yeah.

Hey, you should thank your lucky stars. She's always got something to tell you.

Let's see. Who have you got coming for Sunday brunch?

The usual. You know, it's always last-minute with me.

- In fact, why don't you come join us? - No, no.

You know I have a house, and there's nowhere as comfortable.

No, no. I'll come. There's always good food at your place.

But change the people you hang out with, 'cause I think they're boring friends.

- How many maritozzos have you already had? - I've got thyroid issues.

- Come on, come on. Let's go. See you. Bye. - I'll see you at brunch. Bye.

Man, they're so good.

Give it a break. It's not good for you.

The right one. I think it's easier to see the vein there.

- Or would you prefer the left one? - No, it's fine.

Just open and close your hand. Open and close. Open and close.

Make a fist.

Open your hand.

If I weren't so obese, you'd find the vein immediately, Doctor.

I was able to find it okay.

And you're not obese.

But you keep coming in for a blood test to have a diet prescribed,

- but you never start one. - Ah. Lecturing me now, huh?

No. But if you seriously wanted to lose weight...

Suppose I stick with the diet and then lose some weight.

How about you go out with me then?

Are you aware, sir, that I'm very happily married?

You can bring your husband.

- Oh, no, my husband is very jealous. - Ah.

- There you go. - I'll make it this time. I can do it.

- I promise you. - No, promise that to yourself. Come on.

- I recommend a new dietitian though. - Oh, I'm on my third one.

- Goodbye, Doctor. - Goodbye. See you.

Still taking blood samples, when you have so much to do?

He won't let anyone else do it.

Okay.

And just think there are people here who say you're not very sociable.

Oh.

- Hello. - Hello.

Come in, please.

OPERA THEATER WAREHOUSE

- Andrea, good morning. - Hey. Good morning, Michele.

- Good morning, Sergio. - Good morning, Michele.

Sandro, good morning.

Listen, when we get done today,

wanna come over to my place after work to organize Sunday brunch?

Ah, no, I've got to go to class today. It's probably best that I don't skip.

Ask Serra.

Yeah, but I've already invited her to come over.

- Never mind. I'll figure it out. Bye. - Bye.

Hey! Did you wake up at dawn?

What, have you come to check on me?

That blue over there needs a bit more blending,

otherwise it'll become a harsh color.

I was planning on finishing up today. Don't worry.

You could always come give me a hand whenever you want.

Who can cope with standing for eight hours holding a paintbrush?

My back is screaming.

And, besides, you've become very good with your paintbrush.

Yes, but, Attilio, the student has not yet surpassed the teacher.

Ah, but that will never happen, my dear.

I prepared the paint you asked for yesterday.

- Thanks. - But what is it that you have to tell us

that you've summoned everyone for Sunday brunch?

- What is it Michele? - Just wait for Sunday.

You could give me a little bit of a hint.

- You'll find out with all the others. - What about my right of seniority?

Oh, is that why you got up at the crack of dawn and came straight over here?

You're more curious than a cat. I'm telling you nothing.

No, but, well, you're just so boring and not interested in life, my dear.

You're a bit more, um... more antisocial.

Are you staying for dinner, Mom?

No, thanks. I only came over to say hi.

Nora?

I mean, I get it. That's just how you are.

- Yeah. - You're just like your father.

He was a... a stick-in-the-mud, rest in peace.

But Antonia, don't get me wrong. I did love him though.

- Mmm. - I'm saying this for you.

Nora!

There you are.

- Pop this on the table there. Thanks. - Yes, ma'am.

You're always stuck in the house.

You never go out. You're always waiting for your husband.

You've got more living to do.

Of course I do understand. I mean, I really do.

He was the best-looking guy in your group of friends.

All the girls had their crushes,

and you couldn't even believe he'd, out of all of them, picked you.

You were the one who couldn't believe that. Not me. You.

Yes, maybe.

There were, at times...

I did actually wonder: "What does he see in my daughter?"

Didn't make much sense.

Mom, that was 15 years ago. Could we please stop now?

Yes. So many years have gone by,

and what exactly have you been doing this whole time?

- This. - Nothing. You are stuck here.

You don't move. You'd rather hide like you're down a sinkhole.

- You're just fading gradually, honey. - What do you think I am? A candle?

Hmm.

Mom, I'm exhausted. I've been working all day.

I don't even know if Massimo is coming home for dinner.

For the love of God.

All right. I see I'm not welcome here.

I'll be going home now.

Did you wanna stay for dinner? What should I prepare?

What's going on with you?

Nothing. Why?

What do you mean "nothing"?

No, you're wearing makeup, that's it.

I have a boyfriend. Maybe.

Madam Antonia doesn't know.

- Is he Filipino? - No. He's from Ghana.

Oh, he's from Ghana.

Nora, be careful.

- We don't want any surprises. - I don't know what you mean by that.

- You've had sex together? - Mom, come on.

Sure.

All right. It's fine to have a small amount. But small, all right?

So, when will you tell us the big, important news, huh?

- What's up with Virgo? - It's a planet

- that's in opposition. - Hey, guys, shh. Guys. Shh.

Shh.

Guys, I've just met him, and I'm already madly in love.

- Who's that? - Who is he?

- I just met him in a bookstore. - Porn shop?

Shh.

Well, we were both looking for the exact same book.

Wait. The same book?

A wonderful book of poetry.

So I walked into the bookstore and went straight to the salesman.

You did it with the owner.

I think it's funny.

- Cut it out. - Stop it. Come on.

But I told you, we were looking for the same book.

So, how could it be the salesman?

Just wait.

So I walk up to the salesman, ask for the book.

He enters something, uh... Checking in the computer and goes to look for it.

So you followed him into the back room and did it with him then.

- That's hot. - Aye!

I was leafing through the pages of another book,

when all of a sudden, I had a strange feeling.

Excuse me, uh, I'm looking for an edition of Hikmet's poems.

The one with a red cover. I think it was just recently published.

Guys, he walked up to me with a smile that…

"That"? Does he ever finish his sentence?

If you'd just be patient and let him tell his story.

You're really killing the vibe.

So, he took me for the salesclerk,

and came to ask me about the same book I was waiting for.

I don't work in the bookstore.

I'm sorry. I saw you leaning on this. I thought...

No, no. He's coming back. Then we'll ask him for another copy.

- Unbelievable. - No, it's not unbelievable.

Mercury was trine with your Venus. Someone was destined to appear.

If she says so, it's a certainty.

I told you. It's a matter of vibrations, guys.

No, but it's the same book here, okay?

It's all the poems of Hikmet's, with a new unpublished edition.

How strange, right?

Both of us looking for the same book, at the same time.

Hikmet is my favorite poet.

Yours too?

Right then the salesclerk returned with the book in hand.

There it is.

Oh, um, is it possible to get him a copy too?

I'm sorry, that was the last copy.

- I could always order it for you. - When would it get here?

Mmm. Two to three days, I think.

Too late for me. Ah, thanks. I'll try somewhere else.

Then, I had a genius idea.

No, no, no. Uh, you have it. I can wait for it.

No, I'm sorry, but that's very kind of you.

No, no, no. Look, I only want the new ones.

But I can photocopy them and then give you the book.

A stroke of genius.

The same book? Poems? He must've met him on an app, huh?

- Well, yeah. - Yeah, huh?

- Where are you going? Come on. - Now what?

- What did I say? - That's not necessarily a bad thing.

- Just don't lie to yourself. - You always exaggerate.

Nazim Hikmet Love Poems.

- You don't even know how to use them. - Bitches. Here it is.

- That's the one. - May I hold your book?

Red is your color. It'll be yours for the entire year.

Because red means joys and sorrows. Feel this.

- Yes. Red goes well with anything. - Try it. Please.

I'll feel it.

And these are the copies of the unpublished poems that I'm keeping.

- He's getting the book. - When?

Well, I had a second stroke of genius there.

Okay. When?

I don't know. When I'm done copying?

Uh, I don't have time now.

Copying, um…

Later?

I need it by the day after tomorrow, at the latest.

That gives me enough time to copy the whole book.

Okay.

- I'm Michele, by the way. - Massimo, nice to meet you.

And then I go…

Um, if you give me your number, perhaps I can give you a ring and...

Yes, okay.

He takes the phone out of my hand…

- I'll give you my cell? - …adds his number and gives it back.

You guys, he dominated me.

Well, all right, don't be ridiculous now. Come on.

- Never in my life has that happened to me. - Oh, it happens to me all the time.

- Yeah? When? - No doubt about that.

Then I gave him a ring, so he could save my number.

- Smart-ass! You know! - Smart-ass!

Then he takes out his credit card,

and I go, "No, wait. Since I'm keeping the book…".

Don't worry. I also need to get something on Manet, if you have it.

No. If the book is mine, I'm paying.

Yes. The art section... Excuse me.

- The art section is over there. - Okay.

- This way. - I'll pay you back later.

We'll find out.

Thank you. We'll speak soon.

- Yeah. - Thanks.

I stood by the cash register,

as he walked away and followed the salesclerk.

I was standing there,

staring him down.

He wasn't paying any attention to the salesclerk.

He was looking

back at me.

Guys, it felt like an eternity.

He went to the register, paid and left.

I couldn't…

Not for one second, take my eyes off him.

Never, not even when he walked away down the street.

- And you know what I thought? - If he looks back, it's on.

- How do you know that? - It's a classic.

And did he turn around?

- Of course. - Ooh!

I kept looking at him walking away.

And he turned around once more.

Okay. Can we have brunch now that you're done?

I'm ready.

- You wanna set it on the book. - For real?

- You can feel the energy in the book? - Hold it to your chest.

Do you feel it?

Everybody, sit down.

Hmm.

Hello.

Are you tired?

No.

What's that?

Why?

I saw this passing by in the window, and I couldn't resist.

Let's see. A book.

I remembered that day when you said,

"Being in our garden in the afternoon is like being in a painting by Manet."

What?

Nothing.

It's beautiful, honey. Beautiful.

What?

Monet. Claude Monet.

I said it was like being in a garden painted by Monet, not Manet.

- All right. I'll take it back tomorrow. - No.

It's beautiful. It's beautiful. It's a wonderful book.

Manet, Monet. I was off by one vowel.

Will you forgive me?

- Do you have the keys? - What?

- Yes, yes. I've got them here. - Ah.

- Hey, you're leaving? - Yes.

- Not because that guy's coming, I hope. - And if it was?

This isn't the first time Michele's brought someone to the house.

He's different, you know?

- His lights up when he talks about him. - Come on. So, what if he does?

It's not his fault. It's me. It's annoying too.

You and Michele are not together. You've never been together.

You have to deal with it at some point, yeah?

You're such an ignorant bitch!

- What did I do, huh? - Exactly. What have you done?

- What did I say? - Uh, Sandro, wait a minute, please.

They've been going out for a month. You're being dramatic.

So what? I'm not one of your patients, right?

Yeah, so what? But you're a friend.

Don't you know that we all care if you're not here?

Or do you only care for Michele? What is it?

No, of course not. Sorry.

Sorry, Annamaria, I'm sorry.

Enjoy your lunch.

Hey, Sandro, it's Uranus.

Just two more weeks and the square comes to an end, yeah?

The aspect is square now. It'll be a month at least.

- Where's Sandro going? - Don't know.

- Isn't he staying for lunch? - Strange one.

That's strange. He never goes out for lunch.

Mmm.

I think he might be spying on someone.

- Who? - No.

Something's up, huh?

Oh!

See? That's right.

And now who's this guy? Where's he headed?

- To do the laundry with champagne. - Why bring laundry into this?

Hey, isn't Michele's flat the former laundry room?

Who says he's going to Michele's?

Where else would he be going? He's been hanging around here for almost a month.

No, no, no. I've only seen him a couple of times.

No, I've seen him much more than that.

He's here specifically for Michele.

Welcome. Hello.

Come in, come in.

Thank you.

Give me that.

- Am I late? - No, no, they're all on the terrace.

They're all waiting for you. We've got a full house.

I feel like I'm a little boy again.

But you are a little boy.

Hey, what do they know?

Do they know I'm in love with you?

No.

But they know I'm crazy about you.

- Are you ready? - No.

- Let's go. Let's go. - Come on.

There they are.

Brace yourself for the madness.

- Hello. - Hi, everyone.

This is Massimo.

- Hi. - Hi.

I'm Luisella.

Don't ask me about my age.

I own a fruit shop, a little debt, but, yeah, I'll figure it out.

Oh, yeah and everyone tells me I look like Brigitte.

Brigitte Bar dot. Right?

- Say yes. - Yes, you do.

Yes, but they exaggerate a little.

Nice to meet you. I'm Vera.

I run a dry cleaner,

and I live on the third floor with Luisella.

Yes, I'm only passing through.

Passing through the last two years.

Um, I make unbelievably good alcoholic aphrodisiacs.

You're welcome to try them anytime. Just ask, you know?

Annamaria.

Tarot card reader. A lesbian for 16 years.

And this is Roberta. She's a psychiatrist, and my wife. It's a civil union.

- I can do your astrological chart. - Sure.

She already finished. Yeah, Michele gave her your details.

By the way, I've always been a lesbian.

- I'm really feeling you right now. - Mm-hmm.

I already know you so well.

- They live on the second floor. - And I'm Valter.

I-I don't live here. I have a small apartment.

It's fine, really.

Yes, I'm old, retired painter, but I taught everything I know to Michele.

Now he owes me.

We don't live here either. Hi, I'm Riccardo.

- Pleasure. I'm Luciano. - Uh, Luciano is my accountant

- and Riccardo works at the bank. - Pleasure.

Just like a couple of inseparable parrots. I'm single.

I hope you're not into old people.

By the way, if you need anything, just tell us.

We know all the dirt about everyone. We're all over.

- All over. - Thanks.

Welcome. We've all been very curious to get to know you.

My name is Serra.

The only foreigner?

No. I'm Turkish.

I am the sultana of the building.

This is the main group of friends.

They're always here, but anyone can bring along whoever they want.

Exactly. For example, today Michele brought you.

Ah, yeah. Thanks. Appreciate it.

- Let's get some food then. - Yes, time to eat!

Let's sit.

Ah.

- Yeah. - Are we ready to sit down?

I'll be right there.

- And you brought? - Just a bottle of wine.

- That'll work. - Look what Massimo brought today.

Ah, look at that.

You have to open it though.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Yeah, that's right.

- All right, take this and pass it down. - If you remember, I only wanted one.

Serra? Babe, I know that you helped put this little ruse together

- and it's not finished, huh? - No, no, no.

- Cheers! I love you. I love you. - Cheers.

Guys, where's Sandro? Sandro.

- Huh? - Where's Sandro?

He brought some pastries, then he went home.

His mother's not well.

He couldn't... He couldn't deal with it. As if you didn't know that, huh?

Sandro is a friend I work with.

Luisella, do you know why you're laughing?

I'm guessing no.

What is that?

No, the one over there!

No, that one! That one!

That bread... It's actually gluten-free.

- Here's to you. - Cheers!

That's right, yeah.

- Okay, me too. - Yeah.

Your friends are really great.

I thought they'd never leave.

They're a little bit jealous.

Considering they usually totally ignore newcomers.

They usually make them feel like outsiders.

And why not with me?

Is it even possible?

How could anyone ignore you?

Anyway, look on the bright side.

You can come over whenever you want.

Mmm. No longer the secret lover.

- I can come and go whenever I want? - Isn't that something?

Hmm. Is it an advantage that we're no longer a secret?

Yeah, do you think so?

Don't get too complacent on me.

You neither.

Massimo?

Nothing.

- Are you watching me? - Yes.

Why are you staring at me?

I'm not staring at you. I'm watching you.

No, you're staring.

- Are you embarrassed? - Why would I be embarrassed?

I was just thinking about what I've been missing for some time.

Antonia, we did it yesterday.

Exactly. Yesterday evening.

What do you feel when you look at me?

Why?

Because, um…

Once, when we looked at each other,

I knew for sure we both felt the same thing.

Now I don't know anymore.

Perhaps it's because of all the time that's passed.

I see you when I look at you, Antonia.

You're still the person I chose.

And I know why I did.

But if you're asking me, it means that you haven't figured it out.

So don't ask me. Hmm?

- You smell that? - What is it?

Can't you smell the odor of mental masturbation?

Silly boy. I can't smell anything.

The smell is so… …completely overpowering.

You're such an idiot.

When you're not working, what do you get up to when I'm not here?

If you only knew.

I think about you when you're not here.

I think about you all the time.

Come on, huh? My son-in-law certainly screws around now and then.

A man like him has always been popular with the women.

Too much temptation to resist. Come on.

Let's be real, shall we?

Huh?

On the other hand, he doesn't turn them into affairs.

No.

Okay, um…

So look, Antonia, no. You shouldn't worry.

Massimo does not have another girl.

Please drop it.

You're unbelievable. You just can't help it.

No, no, no, no, no. Don't hold back.

You're right, sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm a bit of a bitch, I know.

When I realize it, it's too late.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

- Thank you. - I'm sorry.

Come on, Michele. It's obvious that Massimo is hiding something from you.

Why do you sound so surprised by it?

Didn't you find out if he's seeing someone else?

- The cards sure say he is. - Hmm.

The cards should mind their own damn business.

That goes for you too.

He almost never comes over and never spends the night.

You often have sex only in the afternoon or later in the mornings.

- He returns to someone else at night. - And so what?

He's not my boyfriend.

- Oh, no? - No.

So, what is he?

Do we have to give it a name?

You get hysterical when he doesn't answer you for an hour.

Look, he's got a lot to do. He runs a company. He's busy working.

- What kind? - Mmm, import and export.

Of what? Diamonds? Big diamonds?

Can we change the subject, please?

Well, you should change your mood then.

While you've got that gloomy look, what do you think we'll talk about?

If he'll still be around to cut the cake at Christmas?

Let's talk about the party coming up.

That's way more important, right?

I'm good now. It's fine. That's enough.

Yes. Yeah.

Come on.

- That's enough, I swear. - Okay, I'm sending it to you.

- There he is! - Here comes the birthday cake.

No!

Come on! Thanks, you guys. Thanks.

- Hey, come on. - It's hard to stop once you've started.

- Go for it. Kiss him. Kiss him. - It's his birthday, all right?

- Thanks, you guys. Really. - Perfect.

You.

I didn't expect it.

Right. Given that your birthday was actually ten days ago, in fact.

He's always traveling for work. Coming and going. Coming back.

But on these trips, does your wife travel with you?

Excuse me. Why did he say, "your wife"?

- Yeah, are you actually married? - That's his business, isn't it?

So, he hasn't told you yet that he's married?

There was no need to dig around. You could have asked.

No, Michele should have asked.

He hasn't asked me because my love for him is enough. Don't you think?

Real nice. You had nothing better to do? Not enough porn to watch on the Internet?

It didn't take much to find out.

Name, surname, and you'll find everything.

- All right. - Too much, even.

What the hell are you doing?

You get up, and you leave now.

- Hey. - Bye. Go.

- Go, Sandro! Go! Go! - Hey. Calm down.

No, that was uncalled for.

- Don't come back until I tell you, huh? - Let it go, Michele.

- Don't be a drama queen. - Valter!

We've always been free to do whatever we wanted. Who cares?

Several years ago, I, also, had been with a married man.

When he'd disappear and wouldn't see him for a while, I was mad with happiness.

- I found his absence was a turn-on! - You're a masochist, he's not.

He always goes into freak-out mode when you don't answer his messages.

You shouldn't screw around with people, Massimo.

- If I'm no longer welcome, I'll quickly... - No.

- No. - Come on. Stop it, please.

He's married. Leave it alone!

Of course.

But he didn't tell us.

I don't believe I have to explain my life to all of you. I'm sorry.

The only person is Michele. I think I should have told you.

But I was afraid I would lose him forever.

Every one of us has secrets of our own. Don't you have any?

Not me. Everybody knows everything about me.

Anyway,

I don't mind being the lover.

You're right, there are advantages to being the other woman.

However, Massimo,

you now no longer have any right over Michele.

If you were to find out he's cheating on you,

hmm, you would just have to take it.

- Serra's correct. - She's right.

- I'd agree with that. - You're not allowed to be jealous at all.

And you may no longer impose any rules.

All you have to do is respect Michele, and his rules of the house.

Rules of the house.

It's strange when you talk about this house,

it's almost like you're talking about a person.

That's because we are a single person.

Can you not feel the identity of this house?

Can't you hear the beat of one single heart?

It might be a heart.

Maybe it's another part, but one she's not as familiar with.

Slice up the cake. Let's dig in. Come on.

Let's cut the cake.

- My knife. Pass me the knife. - Here it is.

Go. Cake! Cake!

It's got chocolate.

Cake!

Yes. More, more, more.

Pass it down.

Get your own, huh?

It's the grand finale.

- Hey. Since when does he have keys? - He's had them for a while. Wake up.

- Really? I hadn't even noticed. - You're getting old. It's been a year.

He's put down roots here.

Oh, hey, he didn't even look at us. Not even a simple "Good evening."

Not even a "Fuck you."

Massimo, I don't want you to do it for me.

I didn't ask you. I never made it a problem.

I am such an idiot.

I thought you might throw yourself into my arms, screaming with joy.

You didn't just say that you wanna leave your wife.

It was like you were asking for my permission.

No, that's not right at all.

You wanna make sure I'd still be here.

To be sure that you would have a place to stay.

All I said was, "What if I left my wife?" I didn't say I would do it.

If anything, you should've told me after you did it.

Massimo, I don't wanna be responsible for someone else's pain.

Do you hear what you're saying?

Hmm?

Look at yourself.

Is this the face of a man who's telling himself the truth?

Know what I'll do?

Instead of telling her that I'm leaving, I'll say,

"Darling, let's go on a fabulous vacation."

Mmm.

Well, fuck you.

- Hello? - What are you doing?

Watching a movie with Nora.

Change of plans. I'm heading to the house.

Wait up for me, and, uh, we'll have a drink together, okay?

- Will you be long? - No, I'll be there soon.

I need to talk to you.

What about?

- Something important. - Like what?

I'll tell you in a bit.

Can't you wait?

How about a little hint?

Not the kinda thing you talk about on the phone.

- Okay. Be quick, then. - Don't worry. I will. Bye.

Bye.

Yeah?

Hey. What are you doing?

Just admiring a pretty girl.

Ah, so no danger there, then.

I found the poem you left for me on the wall.

It's lovely. Thank you.

Not as lovely as this one. I can promise you that.

I'm talking about the poem.

Think about it.

Shall I make you gin and tonic, ma'am?

No. Bring in... Bring in the wine glasses.

Don't worry, ma'am. I'll clean this up for you.

Yeah.

I'm gonna go freshen up.

Death, like every ending, has a new beginning.

It's true.

For every story that ends, another is about to begin.

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