1. Swan. He has no other name.
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2. His past is a mystery,
but his work is already a legend.
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3. He wrote and produced
his first gold record at 14.
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4. Since then, he's won so many...
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5. ...that he tried to deposit them
in Fort Knox.
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6. He brought the blues to Britain.
He brought Liverpool to America.
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7. He brought folk and rock together.
His band, the Juicy Fruits...
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8. ...single-handedly gave birth
to the nostalgia wave in the '70s.
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9. Now he's looking for the new sound
of the spheres...
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10. ...to inaugurate his own Xanadu,
his own Disneyland...
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11. ...the Paradise,
the ultimate rock palace.
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12. This film is the story
of that search, of that sound...
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13. ...of the man who made it,
the girl who sang it...
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14. ...and the monster who stole it.
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15. It seems like yesterday
I found Annette in that church choir.
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16. I got her singing lessons, taught her
how to dress, got her first gig.
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17. I paid off a columnist.
He did a beautiful story on her.
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18. I told her who to be nice to, who to...
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19. I fed her drugs to get through
the tours, made her record a hit.
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20. Then you made her
the biggest thing in rock.
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21. So now what does she do?
She fires us, cancels Vegas...
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22. ...and gives free concerts
for gook orphans.
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23. She was more than a piece.
She was the light of my life.
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24. We sued her. We couldn't lose.
We had an ironclad contract.
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25. It was a lock, it was over, it was
closed. I even bribed the judge.
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26. He said we couldn't sign anyone
to a life contract.
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27. Called us a disgrace
to the profession. A disgrace.
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28. I made her the moneygrubbing
whore she was, and I'm a disgrace?
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29. -What do you want me to do?
-Break her.
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30. -She's at the top of the charts.
-That's today, Philbin.
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31. Tomorrow she'll be forgotten.
We have more important business.
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32. -The Paradise.
-I know. We've looked everywhere...
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33. Listen.
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34. What?
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35. That's it.
The music to open the Paradise.
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36. What do I do with him?
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37. You'll think of something.
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38. -Mr. Leach?
-Hello.
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39. My name's Arnold Philbin.
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40. I scout talent for Swan.
He's interested in your stuff.
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41. -The Swan?
-That's right.
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42. -He said your song could be big.
-Really?
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43. I was right there.
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44. If he produced my music,
the world would listen.
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45. The game plan exactly,
but you need a lot of work, polishing.
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46. I know. I have a long way to go.
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47. -Do you have any tapes of your stuff?
-No, but it's all written down here.
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48. This cantata is 200 or 300 pages,
and I haven't finished yet.
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49. -It's not just songs. It's much more.
-I don't get you.
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50. It's a whole series of songs
that tell a story of Faust.
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51. -Who? What label's he on?
-He was a legendary German magician.
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52. He sold his soul to the devil
for worldly power.
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53. What is this, kid? School time?
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54. A song is a song.
You either dig it, or you don't.
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55. I think the Juicy Fruits will dig it.
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56. I won't let my music be mutilated
by those greaseballs!
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57. -Only I can sing Faust!
-It was just an idea.
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58. Swan makes all these decisions,
you know?
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59. I'm sorry. It's just that
I worked so hard on this thing.
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60. -It's okay. You sure got a temper.
-I'm sorry.
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61. -I don't know what comes over me.
-Just relax. Take it easy.
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62. Give me the music. Swan will take
a look and get right back to you.
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63. But if you ask me, I think
we're gonna produce your first album.
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64. Really?
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65. -Hello. I'm Winslow Leach.
-Yes?
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66. Mr. Philbin said Mr. Swan would call
about producing my record.
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67. He said he'd get back to me.
That was a month ago.
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68. One moment, please.
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69. Taxi! Taxi! Taxi!
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70. Follow that car.
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71. -Where did you get that song?
-From Philbin, to audition with.
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72. Go ahead. Sing it.
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73. That's incredible.
How'd you know it went like that?
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74. -There must be some mix-up.
-Oh, sure.
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75. Your name's not on the music.
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76. Swan heard me sing this. Why's he
auditioning girls for my cantata?
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77. -I only sing it solo.
-Haven't you heard?
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78. -He's opening the Paradise with it.
-You're kidding.
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79. -I look like a kidder?
-He's using my cantata?
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80. -Isn't that great?
-I wish he'd told me.
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81. He's just auditioning girls
for a backup chorus.
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82. You're a fine singer.
You shouldn't be in a chorus.
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83. I don't care where I sing this music.
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84. Hey, look. Could you help me?
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85. I can sing these songs
better than anybody.
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86. Personal desire never influences
my aesthetic judgment.
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87. -What's that mean?
-It means I think you're terrific.
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88. Everybody get in line, gotta
quick it up a bit. Move in quietly.
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89. One, two, three, four...
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90. -I'm the composer.
-Great.
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91. -Swan's only seeing girls.
-I must see...
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92. -I got thrown out.
-They don't wanna see you.
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93. -But I wrote the music.
-Just get out of here!
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94. Why won't he just let me sing?
It was awful.
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95. -What's the matter?
-Philbin tried to... I can't do it.
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96. -I came here to sing. Leave me alone.
-Did you tell him who I am?
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97. -What's your name?
-Hey! Come here, buddy.
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98. -Where's a good department store?
-We'll take you.
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99. -What do you do here?
-You'll see.
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100. -Can't you sing on your back?
-I've never tried.
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101. If you can sing standing up,
you can sing lying down.
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102. -Take your slip off.
-No, I'm saving it for Swan.
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103. -Do it now.
-You're being auditioned right now.
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104. -What?
-The whole place is bugged.
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105. -You're kidding.
-No, Swan's watching us right now.
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106. -It turns him on.
-Does he like blondes?
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107. I like blondes.
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108. Do you mind?
I hate to bother you, but...
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109. Swan!
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110. May we rehearse?
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111. Over here, Swan.
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112. -Get this fag out of here.
-It's me. Winslow. Don't you remember?
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113. I gave Mr. Philbin a copy
of my cantata, Faust.
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114. I'm Winslow Leach! I wrote it!
Where are you taking me?
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115. Telephone.
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116. That's him.
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117. -What are you doing?
-Nothing.
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118. -Are you some kind of pervert?
-No, sir. I'm...
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119. -I'm Winslow Leach, the composer.
-What are you doing outside Swanage?
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120. Listen, officers, you gotta help me.
Mr. Swan's got my music.
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121. He pretends he doesn't know me.
He had me thrown out and beaten up.
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122. Jack, what's that he got in his purse?
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123. I don't know, Joe. Take a look.
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124. -I think I will.
-Mr. Swan said he had it on him.
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125. What do you know?
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126. Smack, Jack.
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127. -You know the penalty for pushing?
-Life!
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128. Welcome to Sing Sing.
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129. We're very fortunate to be included
in the Dental Health Research Program.
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130. This is a volunteer program
funded by the Swan Foundation.
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131. You are all volunteers.
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132. All your teeth will be pulled.
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133. Teeth are a source of infection.
It pays to be on the safe side.
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134. Sir?
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135. Pardon me. I'm not a volunteer.
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136. All innocent.
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137. Good morning, everyone.
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138. Swan can deposit
another golden disk in Fort Knox.
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139. The Juicy Fruits on the Death Label
has taken the charts by storm.
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140. Friday night, you can see them
at the grand opening of the Paradise.
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141. Swan's rock palace...
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142. ...is scheduled to open at last
with this dynamite sound.
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143. So let's hear it again. The
Juicy Fruits singing Swan's Faust.
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144. Get away from the record press.
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145. He's listening and watching,
so don't make me look bad again.
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146. All right, let's get going here,
will you, please?
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147. Let's get it going over here.
Get the car over there.
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148. All right, girls.
Just a second, Linda.
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149. You got a very nice body.
We want to see some skin.
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150. -It's cold. It's just a rehearsal.
-You're not paid to be cold.
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151. -Yeah, I wanna get paid.
-Get back on the car.
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152. Come on, let's move it out of here.
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153. -Where are you going?
-I gotta get out of here.
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154. -What sign are you?
-Leo.
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155. You're okay. I gotta get out of here.
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156. "Why isn't Harold in the car?"
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157. Do you really want me to tell him
that it's not in the stars for you?
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158. I don't feel good.
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159. You'll feel worse
if you don't do what I say.
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160. -I hear this ticking.
-Maybe something's loose up there.
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161. -There's something weird here.
-Take one of these.
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162. -I can't take pills...
-Take the pills, swallow. Feel better?
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163. -Yeah, I feel better.
-No more ticking?
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164. Get out there. All right.
Come on, get this car out.
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165. Big smiles. Sing the song.
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166. Winslow, good to see you.
I've been looking for you everywhere.
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167. Killing me won't help you.
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168. My God, you're horrible.
Don't rush off.
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169. Look at yourself.
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170. Look at yourself!
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171. What's that horrible sound?
Can't you talk?
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172. Look around you, Winslow.
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173. You've destroyed your face,
your voice.
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174. Now you're trying to destroy
the Paradise. Haven't we had enough?
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175. I can give you the power to create.
I'll make you somebody.
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176. We'll have to start over,
only this time working together.
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177. Tomorrow, I'll put a whole new group
together who'll do your songs.
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178. Come to the auditions.
You'll see for yourself. Trust me!
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179. Trust me.
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180. Next!
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181. -What's your name, sweetheart?
-Phoenix.
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182. -Let's see what you got.
-Do I get to sing this time?
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183. -You mean you're really a singer?
-Yes, I'm a singer.
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184. I'm not a screamer. I'm a singer.
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185. Swan here.
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186. -I want you to answer a question.
-Yes?
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187. What would you give me to sing?
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188. Anything you wanted.
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189. Anything?
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190. Would you give me your voice?
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191. Try me.
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192. ...isn't she?
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193. Then let's talk.
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194. Filters.
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195. Dolbys.
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196. Perfect.
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197. Try it again.
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198. And again.
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199. -You really think she's that good?
-Too good for you.
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200. I'll hire her anyway.
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201. She could be my voice now.
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202. Stop terrorizing the Paradise
and rewrite your cantata...
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203. ...for Phoenix. We'll both win.
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204. You get your cantata sung by
the right singer, I open Paradise.
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205. We can't waste time.
Lock yourself up in here and write.
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206. -Phoenix will star.
-My cantata. For her.
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207. I'll get fantastic musicians.
The hall has...
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208. I don't trust you.
You ruined my music before.
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209. Forget about the Juicy Fruits.
Who wants nostalgia anymore?
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210. -I don't trust you.
-No need. Here's a contract.
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211. -I'll read it.
-At your leisure.
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212. "The party of the first part
gives the party of the second part...
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213. ...full power to do with him at their
pleasure, to rule, send, fetch...
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214. ...or carry him or his, be it
either body, soul, flesh or blood."
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215. ...which are excluded
shall be deemed included."
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216. -What does that mean?
-That's a clause to protect you.
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217. Anyway, what difference does it make?
What choice do you have?
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218. I'll rewrite my cantata,
but you'd best play what I write.
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219. Ink isn't worth anything
to me, Winslow.
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220. Now sign.
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221. Excellent.
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222. And now we're in business together.
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223. Forever.
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224. I'll rewrite my cantata,
but you'd best play what I write.
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225. Ink isn't worth anything
to me, Winslow.
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226. Now sign.
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227. Excellent.
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228. And now we're in business together.
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229. Forever.
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230. -But I thought you liked her, boss.
-I do. She's perfect.
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231. But you know how I abhor perfection
in anyone but myself.
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232. Then Phoenix is out?
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233. No, not out. Just a backup singer.
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234. My cantata needs something
really heavy.
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235. No, no.
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236. Wrong again.
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237. Pretty, but no.
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238. No.
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239. There's something here like...
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240. -Where's he coming in from?
-Transylvania. Swan will go anywhere...
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241. Remember, no pictures of Swan.
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242. Gentlemen, I want to tell you
of our latest work. An opera.
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243. A kind of pop cantata.
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244. It was written
by the late Winslow Leach.
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245. It is about a young man
who sells his soul to the devil...
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246. We'll be recording
at the Paradise, Friday night.
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247. Live on the Death Label.
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248. Beef.
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249. -What day is it?
-Thursday. Today is Thursday.
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250. Breakfast.
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251. A little pick-me-up.
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252. How's it coming?
Don't mean to rush you.
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253. Don't worry. It'll be finished.
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254. How's Phoenix?
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255. -I can't wait to hear her sing.
-Doing beautifully.
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256. Can't wait to meet you, by the way.
Tomorrow's the big night.
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257. Tomorrow night.
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258. You better get a castrato.
This is a little out of my range.
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259. -Something bothering you, Beef?
-This was scored for a chick.
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260. You don't know
how right you are, Goliath.
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261. Okay, boys, from the bridge. Hit it.
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262. -Who says I can't sing it?
-I like it. Keep working on it.
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263. Drop an octave here,
change a line there.
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264. Make it completely yours.
Let's go.
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265. Far out.
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266. Doesn't that change the whole thing?
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267. You heard him. Make it yours. If it's
good, who cares what it's about?
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268. Is that so?
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269. -Nobody cares what it's about.
-Is that right?
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270. -Who listens to lyrics anyway?
-Dry up, tubbo.
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271. Seal it now.
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272. This creep gets no comps.
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273. My music! Swan!
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274. -What was that?
-What was what?
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275. I knew I shouldn't screw around
with a dead man's music. This place...
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276. ...is possessed.
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277. -What are you talking about?
-Didn't you hear that shriek?
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278. That was something trying to get out
of its premature grave.
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279. Opening night prima donnas.
Look, iron man...
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280. -...you're uptight. Take a shower.
-My pleasure...
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281. ...Bones.
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282. Never sing my music again. Not here,
not anywhere. Do you understand?
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283. Only Phoenix can sing my music.
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284. Anyone else that tries, dies.
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285. -Everybody have a ticket. You got one?
-Sure.
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286. Take care of the rest of the line.
Open the gate.
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287. Where do you think
you're going, Tinkerbell?
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288. -Cincinnati, to see my mother.
-You're gonna miss the show.
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289. Listen, Philbin.
There really is a phantom.
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290. He was just in my shower.
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291. He threatened my life. He said
his music is just for Phoenix.
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292. Anyone else who tries, dies.
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293. What the hell are you talking about?
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294. Look, Philbin, I am a professional.
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295. I have been in this business
a long time.
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296. I don't want to do the show.
Not because I got stage fright...
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297. -Bullshit! What really happened?
-Can't you feel the vibes?
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298. The karma's so thick,
you need an Aqua Lung to breathe.
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299. -I know what it is.
-Why don't you tell me?
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300. -Speed, that's what it is.
-What do you know about it?
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301. You just pass it out, I take it.
I know drug-real from real-real.
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302. -Do me a favor and take this.
-No, that'll bring me down.
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303. You better come down.
You better get yourself together.
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304. You got a show to do. It's
opening night. Can you still sing?
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305. Sure, I can still sing.
The Phantom! Help!
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306. Somebody get a fire extinguisher!
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307. We want Beef! We want Beef!
We want Beef!
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308. Someone killed Beef so you could sing.
If you don't, there'll be more bodies.
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309. I like your name.
We won't have to change it.
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310. You're going to be a very big star.
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311. ...we'll record,
we'll go on tour and then...
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312. There are no words to express
what you're going to become.
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313. I'll do anything you want.
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314. I owe you everything.
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315. -Just give me that crowd again.
-Tomorrow night.
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316. ...is your voice.
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317. Is that all?
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318. I'll wait for you in the car.
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319. He wouldn't listen to me.
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320. -Where is she?
-Have you ever seen such a crowd?
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321. They never want the show to stop.
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322. The Paradise is more magnificent
than I dreamed.
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323. -How often is a star fried on-stage?
-It's an attraction.
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324. -Don't hurt me.
-I would never hurt you, Phoenix.
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325. You know me?
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326. I'm Winslow. Remember?
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327. -But Winslow is dead.
-No, not quite.
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328. Because Swan has taken
my voice, my music...
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329. ...and given me this. And now he
wants you. But you're all I have left.
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330. No one will sing in this Paradise
again, no one will sing my Faust.
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331. No one but you. Leave this place,
or I'll destroy you too.
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332. Why should I go with you? Don't you
hear them? Why should I give that up?
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333. They want much more now.
More than you could ever give.
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334. With that freak, the Paradise is done.
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335. It's beginning.
Tomorrow, Phoenix will finish Faust.
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336. There she is.
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337. -Beef's killer is on the roof.
-Get the police.
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338. Don't think about it. Tonight is
your night. I won't have it ruined.
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339. Swanage.
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340. What a foolish thing to do.
Didn't you read your contract closely?
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341. See where it says
"terms of agreement"?
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342. "This contract terminates with Swan."
No more suicides.
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343. You gave up your right to rest
in peace when you signed the contract.
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344. But if you do find a loophole,
forget it.
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345. That stays sealed as long
as I have the power to bind you.
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346. If I'm destroyed,
that gaping wound opens.
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347. You might say we terminate together.
Now get back to work.
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348. We need new love songs for Phoenix.
If you as much as say boo to anyone...
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349. ...you'll never see Phoenix again.
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350. I'm under contract too.
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351. Do we get to shoot pictures
of you tonight?
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352. Is it true you'll wear
a mask on-stage?
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353. How can we shoot you
if you have a mask?
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354. You can't, fools.
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355. It was genius, making
the end of the opera a wedding.
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356. Faust, instead of burning in hell,
he gets the girl?
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357. I've never been a priest before.
That's terrific.
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358. Swan, you remember me, don't you?
You do, don't you?
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359. My God! He doesn't look any different.
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360. Saturday...
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361. ...November 19, 1953.
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362. Today, I have decided to kill myself.
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363. In being the greatest showman
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364. ...I'm recording live
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365. Why?
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366. Simple.
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367. I'm getting old.
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368. I can't bear...
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369. If I can't be young forever...
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370. ...I'd rather end it all. Now.
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371. -Why not?
-What?
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372. I didn't call anybody.
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373. Well, here I am.
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374. But I am stoned.
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375. You're not real.
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376. Then it really doesn't matter
what happens, does it?
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377. -What is going to happen?
-For openers, you'll look like me.
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378. This is too much. I guess
you're supposed to be the devil?
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379. -I go by many names.
-And you will make me young forever?
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380. This image will age in your place.
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381. This picture gets old instead of me?
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382. Yes. And you must watch it every day,
just to see how lucky you are.
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383. -...must be guarded at all costs.
-Why?
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384. When it goes, you go.
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385. But it's the only way
I can bind you. Tradition.
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386. What do you have to lose?
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387. Nothing.
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388. I was gonna use this on my wrist.
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389. Your soul is damned either way.
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390. What soul?
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391. Don't waste it.
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392. Now sign.
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393. Ink isn't worth anything
to me, Winslow.
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394. Just sign this,
and it will all be legal.
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395. "Till death do us part"?
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396. Mustn't be late for
your own funer... Wedding.
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397. Aren't we rushing things a little?
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398. -Blood!
-Stop wasting it! Sign your name.
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399. P-H-O...
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400. An assassination live on TV,
coast-to-coast? That's entertainment.
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401. When it goes, you go.
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402. Do you, Phoenix, take Swan
for your wedded husband?
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403. -In sickness and in health?
-I do.
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404. Do you, Swan, take Phoenix
for your wedded wife?
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405. From this day forward, for better, for
worse. In sickness and in health...
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406. ...till death...
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407. Oh, my God!
What's happened to your face?
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408. Winslow!
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409. I don't understand.
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410. Your voice, remember?
You promised me your voice.
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411. Our contract, remember?
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412. Winslow.
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