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Victor nods, and uncovers his legs- leg. He is missing one. He places a prosthetic leg one on top and ties it to his vacant stump. VICTOR I still feel it- it hurts- even itches- but it's not there anymore... William lovingly helps him with the prosthetic leg- ties the leather strap for him. VICTOR (CONT'D) All of my life I thought I was protecting you, brother... But it is clear to me that it was the other way around. WILLIAM I intend to sell the estate, Victor- it is a burden that neither of us want. a cold marble mausoleum. Victor is moved. He nods. WILLIAM (CONT'D) There is no life here... no future- I should have left it to crumble a long time ago. (beat) I need a life of my own. And Elizabeth will give me that. With Harlander gone- all we have is each other. I will share the profits with you and we will both be free of this edifice of sorrow. Victor EMBRACES William. Tenderly. VICTOR You- you are indeed the kindest man I ever met, my brother. And I love you.