You think this floor is clean? It looks clean. But I know where the skin cells are. I know where the microscopic rot lives. You spend your life polishing the surface, but the Gospel says the inside of the cup is what makes you sick. JULIAN Are you seriously preaching to me right now?
ADELA: A maid with a terrifyingly calm demeanor. JULIAN: (20s) Slumped on a designer sofa, hungover, nursing a bruised ego.
(Without looking up)You’re crying over the wrong kingdom, Mr. Julian. JULIAN What?
(Muffled)It’s not fair. I did everything right. The merger, the optics… they still cut me out. My own father.