Taking lead in bloody tragedy
SITTING on a sofa in a West End hotel in London, Ralph Fiennes’ intense eyes are focused intently on a prize.
A waiter is removing a plate of cakes and buns from the table, prompting Fiennes to politely reach out to keep the confectionery in place, and then order a fresh cup of tea.
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