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Is that my husband's child?

You were engaged to
Bash. If you tell Francis,

I essentially become his.

You're a servant.

Nothing can ever happen between us.

Remember this as the moment that you threw

your happiness away.

So let's have that drink now.

Father, my evening took the loveliest turn.

The king is dead! Long live the king!

The king is dead! Long live the king!

Tell me your darkest truth,
and I will tell you mine.

Lola is giving birth. You
are the father of her child.

The time is now. We need
to think like queens.

You are going to a village
which has likely been exposed

to plague. You can't leave.

Your friend, my child.

Perhaps my only child.

Listen to your heart and you will hear it

as clearly as I do.

It is upon us now,

an old and faceless foe.

We have confirmed reports that
the Black Death has returned

once more to plague our lands.

You needn't fear.

Only take care.

Where is our young king?

King Francis is safe.

He is protected in a private home.

You are all protected.

I have ordered the castle be made secure

to prevent the arrival of infection.

What if the plague's already here?

Anyone who is sick will be treated

with dignity and kindness.

Catherine's being too nice.
What she'll really want

is the sick rooted out or
turned in by their neighbors.

But if you should feel unwell, we urge you

to seek our expert care.

There are early signs.

Fevers.

The expulsion of blood.

But more commonly, aches, pains,

bulbous sores that will burst.

The blackening of extremities.

Contact with others spreads the disease.

Aloysius, is that your daughter with Leith?

Are they together?

It can't be.

I'm not jealous. I'm worried.

Why is that?

Leith made a sort of vow when things ended.

That he'd attain wealth and station

and that I would be forced to witness
his rise and happiness with another.

You think that's why he's
sought out my daughter.

I don't know.

There. That's my father,

and that's his fianc�e.

That's your father?

I'll be back.

And none have fallen ill

among us. The queen can confirm this.

No one at court has shown
signs of the plague, not one.

And I pray none will.

We are prepared,

and we are in the best position to survive.

We are far from prepared. How could we be?

Where is Francis?

I tried to stop him, but I was too late.

I've sent guards, ones that can
be trusted with the knowledge

- that the king is not safe...
- Mary!

Can you tell us what's happening?

We have taken precautions.

As far as we know, no
one here has gotten sick.

As queen, I will need to be isolated.

I can't stay with you. I'm so sorry.

Are you all right?

Where is Francis, really?

He wouldn't leave you. Not now.

Lola sent word. She's having the baby.

There are... problems with the birth.

Will she be all right?

I don't know. All I know

is that she is my friend,
and Francis is my husband.

And God willing, there
is an innocent new life.

I tried to stop him from going to her

when I found out about the plague.

But he went anyway.

You were trying to protect him.

- And now I must protect his people.
- Mary,

your task is to survive.

That's what Francis would want.

- When were you going to tell me?
- I had no idea

Lord Castleroy is your father
until you pointed him out.

But then you were off to him
before I could even stop you.

Off to my father and his fianc�e.

I met Greer just a few days ago.

I liked her.

It's over.

I wouldn't have pursued you in any way

if it weren't or if I'd known who you are.

If you could be with her now, would you?

I can honestly say I would not.

These could be our last days on Earth.

Spend them with me.

I'm not sure that's a good idea.

We could... hide away somewhere,

away from everyone.

Yvette, this isn't wise.

A rooftop somewhere. I don't care.

We'll bring food and blankets.

There's things I must do.

Tomorrow then.

- I'll find you.
- You should be away from others.

If you're exposed, you risk...

I know. I know.

But you can't come to
me at my father's suites.

There's a family, old friends.

I'll make an excuse to check in
on them and wait for you there.

I don't know, Yvette.

I'll send word once I'm there.

Bash.

I just spoke with Mary,

and they are isolating people
merely for seeming unwell.

Of course they are. They have to.

And if anyone is truly ill
with plague, chaos will follow.

There isn't enough food. Not
for every household at court.

Not for the weeks it will take

for the disease to burn itself out

or the famine that will surely follow.

You're not an optimistic fellow, are you?

I've had food brought to our chambers,

as much as I could
demand in good conscience.

Kenna, you have to find
Pascal and secure yourselves

until the plague has
passed or passed us over.

- How long will that take?
- Weeks.

Maybe longer.

You should go. Now.

I'll find you after I
confer with the kingsguard.

Why you? Because Francis isn't here,

and I know the chief of the
guards. They're scared, too.

But they need to know they're
accountable for their actions

when this is over.

My wife's going to be
furious. Some court gathering.

But I'd die without your company.

So would I.

Your Majesties,

my apologies for missing
the gathering. I...

Not today, sir.

My lord, please join us.

Who are you?

Francis.

It's all right. I know him.

You're alive.

Yes.

To my surprise.

So is the child, thank God.

It's a boy.

You have a son.

And here we are...

the two of us.

It's been hours. Why
hasn't Francis returned?

Speak freely. The king's
guards are sworn to secrecy.

Surely he saw signs of the
plague before he got too far.

And why would he go on just
to help one of your ladies?

And where are the guards that you sent?

Delayed, clearly,

- or deserted.
- Or dead.

The music.

That's the signal that
someone has fallen ill.

It's begun.

Less than half a day since
we announced the threat.

Whoever is sick was already here,

which means there will be more to follow.

But the airs near us will be burned clean.

It worked for the Pope.

Mmm.

Who is it? Who has fallen ill?

A stablehand. The sores are already

in evidence. He'll be
dead within a day, two

if his body can endure the suffering.

I heard you sent guards for Francis.

I asked for volunteers.

As they have not returned,
I would like to volunteer.

Why you?

Because he believes himself
immune to the plague.

The young family you lost.

I've had the misfortune
of living in two regions

of outbreak. And I should
have died with them,

but I did not.

Lola's letter said she was at the house

- just north of the mill?
- Yes, but...

there is unrest and many
other dangers besides illness.

And if any have befallen my son,

who has risked so much for your friend...

Unless there's another reason
why he has rushed to her side.

- Tell me, Mary, is there?
- Do not

taunt me or seek to sew discord.

Not this day.

Nostradamus is willing to
risk his life to save our king,

my husband and your son.

Thank him and say good-bye.

I order you as your queen,

show your gratitude and
then grant me your silence.

Thank you,

Nostradamus.

Pascal.

Pascal, stop. I've been
looking for you for hours.

Come on, we have to go.

The servants seem to be scattered.

I'm merely asking this one to
help fetch some food from a larder.

- He's no servant... he's my ward.
- I need help.

My wife's taken shelter with other family.

- I'm on my own.
- He's coming with me.

It's girls like you who get men like me

locked away from our wives

- in the first place.
- What does that mean?

Whores.

You were the king's whore.

He's dead. You're nobody now.

I am married to the current king's brother.

- I am a lady.
- Queen Mary's disgraced lady, wed

to the bastard with a
title designed to make

everyone laugh. I ought
to have you whipped.

I'll do it.

I'll fetch whatever you need and then

I'll come back to our quarters, all right?

Pascal, you don't have to do this.

I'll come right back, I swear.

No thank you, Estelle.

You need to sleep, Lady Lola.

You've lost too much blood.

The carriage outside... is it yours?

Yes.

There was a driver, but he left on foot

when he heard of the plague.
To be with his family.

I know that's where you'd like
to be as well. At Mary's side.

I came thinking that you might be dead

and my child might be alone in this world.

Well, that would be simpler.

That's not what I wanted. I'm saying that

I didn't have a moment to think.

And I resent you for lying to me.

I am king, I should be
at my court with my wife.

You could have taken the child
straight back to the castle.

- It is your right.
- The boy who sent for the midwife

said the bridge was out.

I'd have to cut around the east
village, hard hit by plague.

It would take more than a day to return.

How would I keep a newborn
alive without its mother?

I see you've considered the possibility.

And yet...

you haven't touched
the baby. It's all right

to admit that you don't
want this. I know you don't.

No one beyond this room need know

the truth of this child's parentage.

My poor Julien is dead,

but the child will have his name.

You have it all sorted out, don't you?

You and Mary.

George, your fingers.

Oh, Lord, he has the plague.

We have to leave. Now.

It's for the babe.

It wasn't near my brother.

You didn't touch him either,

did you? You should leave this house.

You could ride one of the horses.

I can't leave my family.

You'll die.

Pardon my saying so, but...

I'd be no safer on my own,
or with the king of France.

You'd do better with guards.

Or lying about who you are.

Godspeed to you both.

Lord Eduard, how may we help you?

Many of the nobles have secured themselves.

Others prefer to drink in the gallery

as if nothing is wrong,
but the death count mounts.

Do you know how many are dead so far?

Fourteen.

14, here on our first day of contagion.

How many will be dead
when we wake tomorrow?

Do you count the lower class?

Servants and the like,
taken to the catacombs,

the tower, the south keep?

I count every life lost.

Now what do you want?

To add another to the pile.

I'm sorry to be so abrupt,

but while my enemy is
accessible I need to strike.

- I don't understand.
- There's someone I thought untouchable.

I'd like him to die of plague.

Put him in one of the mass holding cells.

He'll be infected soon enough,

and no one will heed his cries.

You come here and blatantly
request we murder your foe?

If it were a request I
wouldn't be so blatant.

It's more of a demand.

One I have no doubt you will grant.

And what will you gain?

Catherine.

Vengeance.

Pierre Voland beds my new wife,

and with some frequency.

His father's a close friend of my father's,

they engage in trade as well.

I'd kill him myself,

or have someone do it,

but I fear reprisal.

What, from your father?

If your vengeance cost him money.

Catherine, that's enough.

Don't you want to know the details?

What's at stake?

What kind of animosity
lurks within your realm?

Here are the details.

As you know, my family provides grain

and meat to the entire region,

but more than that,

the castle relies on our weekly deliveries.

These deliveries happen when
I signal that I've been paid.

Nobles have raided the stores of food.

And in order to maintain control

over them, the servants, the guards

and the soldiers who live within reach,

you need this week's delivery to happen.

Or they may reach for your necks.

Food for survival in exchange for one life,

easily taken. I leave you
to consider the opportunity.

Welcome to your rule,

my queen.

And welcome to the real France.

Is that how you and Henry
have maintained your rule?

By bowing to your nobles?

It's simple math.

If one life saves more,

you have your answer.

One life matters. Every life matters.

We will find grain elsewhere.

I don't think you understand who Eduard is.

He comes from a large, wealthy
family with many holdings.

What more do you want me to
understand? That as a royal

you are given your position
by birth or marriage,

but your power comes from nobles...

from the regions that
only they can control.

We have order, food and money

because they grant it to
us. And in exchange, we

grant them certain privileges. Deny Eduard,

and you and Francis will
pay a very high price.

Francis would never agree to this.

He hasn't been king yet.

We can punish Eduard, claim his grain.

Claim a noble's property?

Others will revolt.

The death could be painless,

I can help with that. One death,

and you'll forget about it when
you see your hungry are fed.

I won't forget about it. I have
sacrificed lives before, and every one

takes me a step further away
from the person I want to be.

The person you are...

is Queen.

And a favor for a favor
keeps you on the throne.

That is your way.

And you were right,

in what you said before.

I want to be a different kind of queen.

One that my husband is proud of.

Send word to Lord Eduard.

Tell him that I have considered his request

and that it has been denied.

I'm surprised you're not

- holed up in Castleroy's suite.
- I'm surprised

by how quickly you put
your threat into motion.

I don't blame you for suspecting otherwise.

Given what I said to you.

But meeting Yvette was blind chance.

I didn't know she was
Castleroy's daughter, I swear.

Really. What are the odds?

That I would meet someone above my class

with an open heart? Someone who didn't care

whether or not I was
titled? Slim, I assure you.

- You're going to pursue her, aren't you?
- Whatever happens,

- it has nothing to do with you.
- It has everything to do with me.

Don't you understand,

if you married her, you would
be in my life. My son-in-law.

Even before that, we'd be
forced to see each other,

to pretend there's
nothing between us, and...

maybe there wouldn't be
for you. Maybe there isn't.

- It was days ago that you broke my heart.
- If you feel

anything for me at all,
don't test me in this way,

for I will fail. I will
make a terrible mistake

and I will be destroyed.

I was on my way to meet her.

Please don't.

Shh.

Francis, the baby... I... I can't feed him.

I need water. I need to
drink something or else...

I know, that's why we
stopped. There's a clean

lake ahead, but...

We're not the only ones here, are we?

No, we're not.

Let me talk to them.

What's wrong with her?

We're not infected.

We just need to pass and get to the lake.

She's not sick. She's just given birth.

No need for that.

Unless you use it as a
walking stick you lean against

as you bow. Which I recommend we all do,

as this is our new king.

You look familiar.

My name is Louis, and we're cousins.

Many times removed. I've seen you at court.

Relax.

You're safe now, among loyal subjects.

And a few mutts that bark
long before they bite.

Nathan.

Have you seen my wife?

No.

But I'm as bleary-eyed as you look.

There have been desertions.
I was up all night

managing the security of the lockdown.

That's what you should
tell your wife to do.

- Lock down in your quarters and stay there.
- I did.

She left a note saying she
was going out this morning.

- Trying to find the child we care for.
- Quickly, now,

secure Lord Voland and his family.

You've made things very difficult.

A noble fell ill in the gallery.

It caused a minor panic. It
sent Pierre Voland and his family

scurrying to their private quarters.

Now he's locked in there
with his entire household.

I don't see how you
could get to him without

killing the others as witnesses.

Did you not receive my message?

I did. And I'm giving you
the chance to reconsider.

As the landscape has
quite literally changed.

Look outside.

Villagers all around are burning
the homes of the infected.

Now the fires are burning out of control.

Those other holdings you were counting on.

We have no grain.

After the plague has
passed, a famine will spread

across the land. Many will die.

And their deaths will be on you.

Take that to your grave
when the hungry rise up

and kill you.

There now, that's better.

All I needed was a bit of water

and all you needed was milk.

Your cousin's been generous.

How long are they planning to stay here?

He says until the plague has passed.

And then they'll return home.

He rules over a region
two days' travel from here.

It'll be rough terrain that they'll cross,

but his men and horses will be well-rested.

It could be days for us.

The only other road to the castle

is blocked by fires raging

- on either side.
- I'm sorry.

Would it really have been so
awful to tell me the truth?

I would have been angry
with myself, not you.

I tried to handle the situation on my own,

to save you and Mary from complication.

Because you wanted your freedom.

I know you, Lola. We shared
more than a bed in Paris,

and I know how you feel about court.

You didn't want to be tied to it or to me.

I don't blame you.

There's little for you in it. And one night

should not define your life. Or mine.

But I would have liked to have
been consulted in the choice.

So forgive me if I no
longer consult you in mine.

The lie of his paternity can stand.

When this is done, I... I
could be on my way with my son,

- not yours.
- Enough.

I know that you have been
through terrible hardship.

That is not lost on me. But I am the king

of France, and...

the truth is that child
is whoever I say he is.

Pascal, are you here?

There you are. I've been looking
everywhere for you. What happened?

I wanted to come back to you,

but he wouldn't let me leave.

I brought him food and water.

Are you hurt? What's happened?

When I held the cup to his lips...

he started coughing.

Pascal...

is that his blood on you?

I can't swallow

and my bones hurt.

It's all right.

Pascal, you have to listen to me.

I'll take you someplace
safe with food and water

where I can look after you.

We have to cover your shirt, and you have

to act as though you are well.

And we have to keep you away from pe...

Guards!

They're infected! No, no, no! No!

Guards! No!

No, no, no, wait!

I'm one of the queen's ladies! Please,

I'm not sick! No!

No!

They will slip away into peaceful sleep

like so many families caught
by this terrible plague.

Just slip away?

You are proposing that
we murder Lord Voland's

- entire household.
- It wouldn't have come

to that if only you'd listened to me.

I will not condone the murder of innocents.

Did you find them... Francis and Lola?

Many roads are blocked.

It wasn't until dawn that
I found the mill house

where they went. The
neighbors had set fire to it.

And beyond the flames I could see

the front door was nailed shut,

and the painted red "X" of
the plague was on the door.

Is that all? Didn't you look inside?

I'm immune to the plague,
my queen, but not fire.

I got as close as I could,
but I saw no sign of Francis

or Lola.

But if they were inside,

- between the disease and the flames...
- Maybe they left.

Sought shelter elsewhere.

Until I see proof,

I know they are alive. They have to be.

Yes.

I don't want to believe it either.

But you're right... for
you, Francis must survive.

What do you mean?

If even a whisper of this news gets out,

all eyes will turn from you to the future,

to the next king after Francis,

to me, as regent, as
Charles is but a child.

You have just found out that
your eldest son might be dead,

and your first instinct is to seize power?

I've only had one instinct
ever, and that is to protect

my family and their
birthright, which is their rule.

When this plague is done, France will need

food and stability.

I'll provide food with a
painful but needed sacrifice.

I'll deal with the Volands and, unlike you,

I'll provide stability
with plenty of sons to wear

- this country's crown.
- I won't allow you to do that.

- When Francis returns...
- He will thank me

for saving his realm from
his very naive young queen.

Lord Narcisse.

Lord Narcisse. I know that name.

- He controls land around here.
- More and more every day.

Narcisse, what brings you here?

Same as you, Lord Conde.

Clean air and water. I'm heading north,

where the plague hasn't yet spread.

But that doesn't explain what
our new king is doing here.

Majesty.

I am Stephan Narcisse. I was
a friend of your father's.

The king was reviewing cathedral repairs

when the roads were cut off by the plague.

I offered my hospitality while
he waits to return to the castle.

I see.

Very kind of you, Conde.

We found the girl alone near her house,

with a red "X" marked on the door.

- Estelle.
- Her family were dying of the plague,

the neighbors already gathering animal fat

- to set the roof ablaze.
- My God, why is she in a cage?

I realize it looks... barbaric,

keeping a girl where my livestock

should be, but the bars
are simply to isolate her

until we know that she's not infected.

Then she'll be released.

Had we left her there,
she would surely have died.

My heart couldn't bear the thought.

I wouldn't get too close, milady.

If she is infectious, then you
would have to be isolated, too.

And then you couldn't feed your baby.

Water your horses, then yourselves.

Why did you make up that
story about the cathedral?

This is not a man you share secrets with.

Why don't you like him? What has he done?

Some nobles build fortunes with hard work

or by serving the crown.

Others find shortcuts.

Ah.

I'd be curious to know

if the girl's family lived
long enough to die of plague.

You'll know if Narcisse
winds up with their lands.

Conde. Oh, safe voyage on your boat.

I hear it's finally
arrived, waiting for you.

Oh. Did Lord Conde not mention

that he has a boat waiting for him up north

to escape the plague?

No?

I would have thought he would
offer his new friend the king

the same chance of survival

as his own. Be careful
of this one, Majesty.

He's ambitious.

A new king needs to know
who his real friends are,

especially at times like this.

Pascal.

Pascal, I can't hear you.

I think I fell asleep.

Would you like me to sing you another song?

I had a dream.

I saw my mother.

You did?

She was younger, though.

She looked... like you.

She said she'd care for me.

Or was that you?

We've both been blessed to care for you.

You're a wonderful boy and a good soul,

and you are and always were loved.

Pascal, God loves you, too.

Pascal?

Pascal, can you hear me?

God will love you, too.

Kenna.

If you can hear my voice, answer me!

I'm here! Help! Kenna.

- I'm so thirsty.
- No, you can't go that way. That's the gallery.

- You can't go in there.
- Please, I want to go.

It's full of people.

My lord.

Stay back.

I'm surely infected, too.

- Oh, no.
- Thank you for coming.

That's close enough.

I'm stricken.

I don't know how it happened.

- I was so careful.
- Is there anything I can do?

Oddly,

you've already done it.

I can meet my maker with
less blood on my hands.

Your hesitation to take a life
has saved me from taking many.

I simply didn't have
time before falling ill

to murder that household.

There's something else you should know.

I didn't want to be me either.

Well, I blame Henry. Being a queen unloved

by your king is excruciating.

And dangerous.

Henry loved you.

Some.

Once.

Not enough.

Not the way that Francis
loves you. An indiscretion,

even a child, doesn't have to
get in the way of a marriage.

Don't let Lola come between you.

Because you are nothing
but a guest in this court

without the support of your king.

It worked.

How long will her symptoms last?

The dose I gave her will
only last a day or two.

And then she will have
a miraculous recovery.

We can only pray she
doesn't suspect our hand.

You have risked much to help me.

Death already walks the halls freely here.

And to see Catherine feed it more souls...

I couldn't save my own family,

but I can save this one.

I was dishonest with you.

I understand why you didn't
tell me about the boat.

It's like an ark in a great flood.

If word got out, it could
be overrun or taken from you.

That lady sparkling by the fire is my
mistress, Lady Doutzen of Amsterdam.

She's married.

I'm not.

But we share in the sin and so much more.

When people started dying, I
promised her a safe voyage home.

Some of my men will go with her.

The other passengers are members
of her household, her children.

There's still room for one more mistress

and her child.

Lady Lola is not my mistress.

I love my wife.

If you love your wife,
put them on the boat.

Lady Lola could marry again.

And the child won't grow
up like your brother...

a bastard spoken of in scornful whispers.

You'll have others.

I know what it is to make a mess of love.

Go back to your wife.

Without the poison of a
lover and a bastard child.

Conde's boat is leaving in the morning.

You can accompany them to the Netherlands

and then continue on.

You can live your own lives.

What will you do?

I'm going to ride out in the morning.

I have to get back to Mary.

Finally.

Still waiting on your
handsome young soldier?

Shh.

I'm not so sure he's coming.

But I haven't given up hope just yet.

Eduard Narcisse, I have

brought you here to tell you

that Lord Voland's
family is not to be harmed

under any circumstances.

Where is the queen mother?

I am the queen of France,

and you are my subject.

What is your real
grievance with Lord Voland?

Even you wouldn't slaughter an
entire household for a woman.

This could have been so much
cleaner for me and for you.

I'm not the kind of man who
likes to get his hands dirty.

One favor...

it's all I asked. One life.

But now so many.

What did you do?

After I found the poison,
I found the dumbwaiter,

which delivered the water

directly into their locked suite.

Oh, God, no.

They're all dead.

Poisoned.

Find out who each and every
member of this household is.

For even the servants'
families deserve to know.

Dear God, stop their suffering.

You there...

Child, are you all right?

Wait. I know you.

You gave me back my Clementine
before when she fell.

They've all fallen now. So much suffering.

What's happened to you?

Why aren't you with your family?

Are you dead?

Yes.

Am I? Was I infected?

No.

You'll live.

But I'm not sure where I'm supposed to be.

The same is true of many
others, and they're angry.

We're not leaving. Not till we're done.

Done? With what?

There will be a reckoning.

Mary,

I didn't realize you...

That I was having you followed?

I knew you would signal for the grain.

I was right about you.

You don't want to risk my husband's ire.

It's one thing to murder a foe...

An entire household.

Another to starve his court,

so, let's put it behind us.

- Take him. Make sure he's unarmed.
- Why?

You can't change anything. It's done.

Yes, it is... and by your own admission.

Murder is a very serious crime.

Even during a plague, when it seems

some people believe that a little extra

death shouldn't trouble us.

The Volands are already gone.

You may have this shipment of
grain, but what about the next?

Why make an enemy out
of those you need most?

- What do you gain?
- Justice.

Take him away.

You're wasting your time!

My father will free me!

No, he won't... because
he'll never find you.

Kenna? Kenna?

Kenna, can you hear me?

Bash! Bash? Is anyone here?

Kenna? Kenna, is that you?

Bash!

Bash!

- Bash!
- Kenna!

Is that you? Bash!

It's all right. I'm here. I'll free you.

- Hurry!
- Stand back.

Oh, Bash.

Oh, thank God you came!

I was afraid you were dead.

I was afraid we both were.

Oh, Bash, Pascal...

he was infected, and now he's gone.

Well, it's over now.

You're all right. We're both all right.

The ship is two days' ride from here,

with frequent stops for rest.

Your friend and her baby will
manage the trip comfortably.

I'm grateful.

Lola?

Lola, he's crying.

Come on, don't cry.

All right, then.

Shh, shh.

I'm sorry.

I went to fetch water for the trip.

He was asleep when I left.

Francis...

The party is mounting up.

Riders will follow to
carry your things, my lady.

Thank you.

I understand all the reasons, I do. I ju...

I just can't.

You can't leave on that boat.

You won't take away my son.

You're taking me to the catacombs.

That's where the sick are locked up.

If you put me down here, I'll die!

- I'm aware.
- I'm what this realm needs.

Nobles like my father Lord
Narcisse gave the crown

to your husband's family.
They can take it away.

You're making a mistake!

And your husband will hate you for it.

As soon as he learns how the world works,

how it's always worked.

Open the door, put him inside.

His mother knows it.

So did his father.

His heart beats with their blood,

and there is nothing older

or stronger than royal blood.

You'll see.

No! No!

No! Mary!

No!

No!

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