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A landscape architect's dealings with a young thief cause him to re-evaluate his life.
Will Francis: Hi. I'm sorry. Liv: You smell of perfume. Will Francis: Well, I don't know how I do. Liv: Nor do I. Will Francis: I love you. Liv: Is that an answer? Will Francis: It's the truth. I feel as if I'm tapping on a window. You're somewhere behind the glass but you can't hear me. Even when you're angry, like now, it's like someone a long long way away is angry with me.