- Jill Baxter: Were you with him yesterday? Were you there at the end?
- Valerie Tozer: I had gone downstairs.
- Jill Baxter: He was on his own?
- Valerie Tozer: Yes.
- Jill Baxter: There was no one with him?
- Valerie Tozer: That's not my fault.
- Jill Baxter: Actually... it is your fault, Mrs. Tozer. All of this is your fault.
- Valerie Tozer: Well, thank you very much. That's ridiculous.
- Jill Baxter: But it is. Right from the start, 'cause I don't know what happened to you to make that house so loveless, but that's why Ritchie grew up so ashamed of himself.
- Valerie Tozer: I think we're finished.
- Jill Baxter: And then he killed people.
- Valerie Tozer: And what is that supposed to mean?
- Jill Baxter: He was ashamed, and he kept on being ashamed. He kept the shame going by having sex with men and infecting them and then running away, 'cause that's what shame does, Valerie. It makes him think he deserves it. The wards are full of men who think they deserve it. They are dying, and a little bit of them thinks, "Yes... this is right. I brought this on myself. It's my fault because the sex that I love is killing me." I mean, it's astonishing. The perfect virus came along to prove you right. So that's what happened in your house. He died because of you. They all die... because of you.
- Valerie Tozer: I didn't know.
- Ritchie Tozer: What do people know?
- Valerie Tozer: In what way?
- Ritchie Tozer: The neighbors, Auntie Cath. Do they know what's wrong with me?
- Valerie Tozer: It's none of their business.
- Ritchie Tozer: I don't want to be a secret.
- Valerie Tozer: Now you just think about getting better.
- Ritchie Tozer: Boys die in London, and they say it's cancer or pneumonia. And they don't say what it really is.
- Valerie Tozer: Maybe we should think about tea.
- Ritchie Tozer: But it's a lie and I don't want that. Do you know why? I had so much fun.
- [chuckles]
- Ritchie Tozer: I had all those boys. I had hundreds of them...
- Valerie Tozer: Oh, Ritchie, don't talk like that.
- Ritchie Tozer: And do you know what? I can remember every single one of them. Some boy's hair or his lips, the way he laughed at a joke, his bedroom, the stairs, his photographs, his face as he comes. Seeing him across the club six years later and thinking, "Oh, that's him. And he's with someone. And he looks happy." And I think, "Oh, that's nice," 'cause they were great. Some of them were bastards... but they were all great. That's what people will forget... that it was so much fun. Do you understand what I mean?
- Valerie Tozer: No.
- Ritchie Tozer: That's why I need to see Jill. Will you get her for me? Please?