[after Mary leaves Freddie, driving away in the rain]
Paul Prenter:
Freddie? What are you doing? You'll catch your death.
Freddie Mercury:
Why didn't you tell me about Live Aid?
Paul Prenter:
The Africa charity gig? It'd be an embarrassment. I didn't want to waste your time.
Freddie Mercury:
You should have told me.
Paul Prenter:
Of course I did. You forgot. You're always forgetting things. Come in now and have a drink.
Freddie Mercury:
You're out.
Paul Prenter:
What do you mean?
Freddie Mercury:
I want you out of my life.
Paul Prenter:
'Cause I'm the only one left, now you're blaming me for everything?
Freddie Mercury:
I blame myself.
Paul Prenter:
So I'm out? Just like that? After everything we've been through? Just think of the photos I have. I know who you are, Freddie Mercury!
Freddie Mercury:
[angry, firmly]
You know when you gone really rotten? Really rotten? Fruit fly. Dirty, little, fruit fly. Coming to feast on what's left. Well, there isn't much left for you to feast on anymore!
[Under Pressure begins playing]
Freddie Mercury:
[enraged]
So, fly off! Do what you like with your photographs and your stories... but promise me one thing... that I never want to see your face again... ever.
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