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"Don't test me, I will stay here past curfew if you don't move. You kill yourself and you kill me. Don't do this."

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"Why did you-- why do you have to make it so difficult? If you'd just let me go--"

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"I let you go, I'm not moving. Do you want me to go down with you?"

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"I don't-- I don't want to kill you."

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"But if you do this, that's what you're doing."

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"Oh, fuck you! Fuck you, man! Why did you have to make it so hard, I'm such a fucking showman--

 

--Have you heard of a Chekhov's gun, Tommy?"

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"No. I've heard of, I mean, a gun."

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"Chekhov's gun is an idea in-- in plot devices. If you tease something for long enough, if you keep it around, if you keep saying you're going to do it, you have to do it at some point. Or else it's a false promise. The story's not complete until it comes into play.

 

Tommy, do you trust me?"

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"Do you want to kill me? 'Cause if you do--"

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"Tommy, if you trusted me, you'd let me go."

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"If you want to kill me--" He loosens his fingers around Wilbur's wrist and sends up a prayer, please God please don't let us die here. "--Then be my guest. But I don’t think… I don’t think you're going to."

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...Wilbur finally breaks eye contact to look around. The audience has cleared out. Either afraid of him or dealing with the mals. Or both.

"I'm not. I'll--I'm going back to my dorm."

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