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The house is in Eaton Place,

- number 165.
- My good Lord!

This house is going to see such life.

Are you here with regard to
the housekeeper's position?

Agnes, I would like you
to meet my mother, Maud.

Agnes thinks she's rescued me...

but I don't want to be rescued.

My sister says you
should call me Lady Persie

if that's what I want... and I do.

I won't call you Lady anything
if you don't act like one.

We have experience, you and I.

We are what that house requires.

The paper's late again!

There'll be no time to iron it.

Those hot dishes should
be upstairs by now!

- What's holding you back?
- Lady Agnes's grapefruit.

This gives me no pleasure.

There's nothing to it,

even with a maraschino garnish.

He's doing it again.

He's caressing that
cherry with his eyes.

Excuse me but is this
165 Eaton Place?

It is.

I am very glad.

My name is Rachel Perlmutter.

I am expected by Miss Buck.

I see.

You must go through the gate and
down the steps to the staff entrance.

Good morning, Persie.

Oh, darling, I told you
not to squeeze that pimple!

It's the Londonderry Ball tonight.

We need you to look your best.

Do open it.

Oh, Sis!

I had it sent from Paris.

Thank you.

I told you to move
your things along, Ivy.

Half the mantelpiece for you,

the other half for our
new house parlour maid.

Half the bed for her an'all.

That's enough.

You've carried on for
weeks about your workload.

Now Rachel's here to share it.

You're just going to have
to share your room as well.

How do you know she don't snore?

How do you know you don't snore?

We'll practise the
processional now,

as you will perform it in the
ballroom at Buckingham Palace!

There are extra ostrich
feathers in the box....

- We're going to be late for Monsieur Gaston.
- No, we're not.

That tiara takes at least two
hours to pin properly in place.

I should know.

Lady Persephone's
curtsey is just bliss!

She has remarkable knees and
a splendid sense of timing.

Lady Agnes, perhaps you would
deputise for his Majesty.

Yes, of course.

All you have to do
is smile impassively

and nod in response
to particular charm.

Better, Antonia.

Still a little too insouciant.

Dignity. Dignity!

Remember, the French for "curtsey"
is "reverence".

I'm going to have to lean on
you for some bicarb, Mrs. Thack!

Don't you go putting bicarb
on my leather seats.

And I'll have an egg-cup full of
Jeyes fluid in that water, Ivy!

All in a day's work
when I was on the liners.

The stewardesses used
to ply the mops non-stop.

I think Lady Agnes would be very
embarrassed if I cleaned up her sick.

I think someone more
senior should do it.

Go out and get swabbing.

You look very neat, dear, but
it's Dutch pink for the mornings.

Black for afternoons.

Sit down and catch your breath.

Miss Buck says you sailed
from Hamburg overnight.

That's not a voyage, it's an ordeal.

But I am ready to start work.

I'm sure Mrs. Thackeray
can knock you up a sandwich.

I saw some tongue on
your third shelf down.

You keep out of my
third shelf down.

I spoke to Lady Londonderry.

She completely understood
about poor Agnes

and immediately invited
me to go instead.

In fact, she said that since
Lord Hardinge was attending,

she should have thought to
invite me in my own right.

What did you say, Mother?

I was entirely gracious and said
I'd be delighted to attend so,

So, I shall be with you tonight.

Tongue. In my dustbin.

Is that what went
into Rachel's sandwich?

She'd better not be a vegetarian.

She's a Yid, ain't she?

Can't you tell? Only
got to look at her.

They won't eat our meat.
They reckon it's unclean.

I'll not have aspersions
cast upon my cold cuts.

No. No.

Master bedroom!

M'lady?

Miss Buck, the tiara has
gone. I put it there yesterday!

Agnes, dear.

Now, I know I look like a
horse in a beaded browband...

I almost sent for the police.

Well, I didn't like to disturb you.
You were being ill.

Hallam needs me to
accompany him this evening.

The ball will be full of
people he must talk to.

My dear,

you were too unwell
even have your hair done.

And you can't go without a tiara
and I can't take this off now.

Monsieur Gaston had
to weave a piece in.

I'd happily vomit my head
off if I could stay at home.

That's been in mothballs, that has!

Lady Holland said
it just needs airing.

But bits of it are matted!

What am I supposed to do?

I think perhaps a
scattering of bran.

Worked into the fur and then
the cape dried in the oven.

Excuse me. I'm not having
hair on my Jubilee buns!

And then brushed briskly
to restore the lustre.

I bet you've worked in a fur shop.

No.

Londonderry House, Sir?

Yes. Bit of a smell.

I did tell Agnes to
vomit in her handbag

but she refused because
it was suede lined.

- It's not vomit.
- It's Jeyes fluid.

No.

I think it's mothballs.

I can't smell it.

I wish I had a silk nightie.

I've only got winceyette cos I
left the orphanage in the winter.

They get you all kitted out but only for
the weather they can see out of the window.

Which was sleet, in my case.

I'm going to be in trouble
when it gets hot.

I didn't have silk when I
was your age. Only cotton.

I bought this when I was married.

Miss Buck said you was a widow.

Is your husband dead?

Yes.

We ought to make a rule.

Last one into bed turns it out.

Only I'll do it tonight
because you're new.

I don't snore. I promise.

Are you awake?

How are you feeling?

I rallied.

I had a beefsteak for my supper.

What happened at the ball?

It all went rather
smoothly, actually.

Persie behaved and
Mother was in her element.

One forgets sometimes
how significant she was.

Hallam.

I remembered when I
felt like this before.

In Washington.

Are you certain?

I daren't be.

I daren't believe it's true.

We were so happy then
and everything was dashed.

Darling, you must see a doctor.

We must take the best advice.

It's such a cruel
thing, to lose a baby.

Nothing is ever untainted
again. Not even hope.

It's the middle of the night.

I left my cigarettes in the car.

They have cigarettes
in the drawing room.

They're Marlborough.

I don't smoke those.

Go to bed, Lady Persie.

There was no-one to undress me.

Miss Buck told that German
girl to have an early night.

Go to bed.

He was at the ball tonight!

Sir Oswald was?

He's a friend of the Londonderrys.

Did you... did you meet him?

No,

I'm a debutante.

I only meet young men.

And dance, of course.

Dance, and eat water-ice,
in the supper room.

Agnes says a lady must contribute.

But a few foxtrots and a quickstep
hardly seem to pay one's way.

- Did he dance?
- Not with me.

- Have you ever been to hear him speak?
- Twice.

Now when I read his other speeches,

I can hear his voice in my head.

Lady Holland says he isn't
really en vogue any more.

What do you mean, en vogue?

Fashionable.

He went up in my opinion,
when she said that.

I've been en vogue for months now.

All it does is hurt my feet.

And keep me up late.

You must leaf through
every single one!

My husband had a habit of tucking
things in books.

There it is!

No.

No, that's not the one.

HALLAM AND PAMELA

It's a picture of me,
arriving on an elephant.

Oh, but my dear, you're unwell.

Mr. Amanjit, help her down.

Try putting your head
between your knees.

A kettle...
I need a kettle.

Books breed dust. You should have
wiped each one, with a wrung-out shammy.

It was perhaps not the dust.

It was perhaps the exertion.

Both those things have
caused me asthma in the past.

I'm not convinced you
ought to be in service.

Three-quarter's of
it's donkey work.

I was a university lecturer in
Frankfurt,

until Jews were barred
from the professions.

I did not know what housework was

until my maid resigned.

She said she could not clean for...

someone such as I.

You had a maid of your own?

A maid.

A mink coat.

A marriage.

I had many things, Miss
Buck. But I have freedom here.

I have friends in this house.

And this is a most efficient kettle.

I knew all the signs,

even though it's only
happened once before.

I suppose one files
these things away.

But I was waiting
for it all to fade.

Or worse.

I advise you to do your
Christmas shopping early.

You'll be a family of three
by the first week of December.

Well, my dear, I couldn't
be more delighted.

I always thought there was
something wrong with you.

There was nothing
wrong with her at all,

until she was in pig!

"In pig?" Persie!

If the condition must be
mentioned, one should do so plainly.

It's neither a triumph
nor an ailment.

Agnes and I have waited
many years for this.

She must rest

and it will be my
pleasure to indulge her.

Why not ring for Pritchard
and arrange for some champagne?

We've got champagne!
We have it every night.

Yes, dear, I know we do.

- Her Ladyship!
- Her Ladyship!

This is exceptionally
kind of Sir Hallam.

It's only Moet.

Is the Indian man
not to have some also?

Mr. Amanjit doesn't take
his meals downstairs.

Champagne is not a meal.

His food is served in the
morning room on a tray,

as ordered by Lady Holland.

And lugged up all
them stairs by muggins.

I don't know what the
King is thinking of!

We always knew he'd
be a moderniser.

But to abolish Court Presentation
and replace it with a garden party?

Darling, put that in the middle.

I still have to
curtsey to his Majesty!

It's still a celebration
of hereditary privilege.

Well, thank God some things
are still sacred.

Oswald Mosley doesn't believe
in hereditary privilege.

Hereditary privilege
without service.

Persephone, you must learn to digest
the small print of an argument!

Why are you giving
her Mosley to read?

Because at the Londonderry ball,

when he was pointed out, all she
could say was, "What a handsome man!"

- Persie. That's just vulgar!
-True, though.

I could get quite keen on politics.

People like us don't
"get keen" on politics.

We take an interest,
we have an informed view.

Governments alter,
we remain constant.

But you must read the works
by all the party leaders.

Persie's really rather
busy at the moment.

Persie needs exposure
to the issues of the day!

After all, she spent
her early years in Wales.

I spent my early years in Wales!

And if she doesn't keep abreast,
one of two things will occur.

The girl will either
marry an idiot farmer,

with whom she can keep pace,

or a gentleman of worth and
spend her life out of her depth.

Mother, please!

Mr. Eden's office.

Thank you, Pritchard.

Selassie's boat is en
route to Southampton.

As expected, sir.

The police report public
enthusiasm. Also as expected.

There are banners and the
King's been on the telephone.

Mr. Baldwin's dealt with him. We
must deal with the exiled Emperor.

Naturally, sir.

Of course, having appealed to
the League of Nations for support

and been denied it, he
considers himself betrayed.

He was betrayed.

The Italian and German and
British governments don't think so.

But I think so.

Last year, the League vowed Mussolini
would not be allowed to annexe Abyssinia.

One war later, it's
part of his Roman Empire.

With respect, sir, in
his address to the League,

Selassie was a touch theatrical.

He said "It is us today.
"It will be you tomorrow."

I don't see anything
theatrical in that.

We shall return to policy.

Sir.

The ex-Emperor will be
at Waterloo by morning.

He must be met and welcomed.

Someone's an early bird.

Yes.

I've been awake since dawn.

I came down in search
of a glass of milk.

There's milk in the
refrigerator, Sir,

unless you'd like a cup of tea.

Actually, I would.

Thank you.

We both have our work
cut out this morning.

I have a meeting
with Haile Selassie.

And you have to drive
into Waterloo station.

There'll be crowds and
no police protection.

They should give you an escort.
You're an official.

Not today!

I'm being despatched in my private
capacity, whilst the King and Mr. Eden

remain immured indoors.

Bit of a feather in your cap.

I'm just following orders, really.

This really is heavenly!

I think this one.

Any nursemaid would feel privileged
to wheel this in the park.

No. If we're to have a crest, it
would look better on this model.

Oh, darling, look!

They've sent these round
from Harrod's for approval!

I told them I was
too delicate to shop.

What do you think?

I think they all look marvellous.

Your father used to
come in like that.

There would have been
insurrection somewhere or a famine.

Did you always notice?

I was his wife. It
was my job to notice.

This morning, I spent
40 minutes face to face

with a deposed East African emperor

and came away feeling
an absolute heel.

- That's not like you.
- It caught me unawares.

His country has been
ransacked, he wanted help, and

all I could give him was
a meaningless "address".

Is that what was asked of you?

Yes. And I did it to the letter.

Then you played your part.

There are times when diplomacy
is no more than a pageant.

Agnes might appreciate a sherry.

No, dear.

Agnes is appreciating prams.

It is haddock tonight.

I do not know if that
is cause for joy or pain.

Ivy does not usually knock.

Ivy has been
chastised by Miss Buck,

who found some dried
potato on a fork.

Ivy is now crying in the scullery.

Loudly?

I grew up in Calcutta
in a servants' compound.

There was always some juvenile
wailing their distress.

It was eternal, like
the sound of birds.

Why do you not come down?

In the evening, if
the family are out,

Miss Buck puts sweets on a plate

and we sit and listen
to the wireless.

I am not asked.

You are made separate, Mr.
Amanjit, by these trays.

You are seen to make
work with these trays.

I know it. And they grieve me.

We are not forced to accept
the things that grieve us.

I can see the collar of your shirt.

It's blue, not white.

You're going to change out
of your chauffeur's jacket

and slink off somewhere
whilst I'm watching La Boheme.

Although I rather think
you're going to be late.

Because it starts at 7.30pm
and you've quite a way to drive.

You're going to go
to Shoreditch, Spargo.

To hear Oswald Mosley
speak at the Town Hall.

You ought to take me
with you, for the ride.

You're going to the
opera, Lady Persie.

And I have a private
life, just the same as you.

♪ Some day, when I'm awfully low

♪ When the world is cold

♪ I will feel a glow
just thinking of you... ♪

Ivy! You're missing the
Palm Court Orchestra!

They definitely serve
refreshments while the music plays.

Sometimes you hear
the tea-cups chink.

Nut brittle.

I don't reckon it's tea-cups.
I reckon it's glassware.

Bone China makes a very fine sound.

And it would be bone at
an establishment like that.

Wedgwood, very
possibly, or even Spode.

♪ ... To love you

♪ Just the way you
look tonight... ♪

No, please, no. I
will wash these myself.

I have no desire to disturb.

Your dishes will be
seen to, in due course.

Ivy, move onto the pouffe,
so Mr. Amanjit may join us.

Thank you.

♪ Oh, but you're lovely... ♪

Are you fond of music, Mr. Amanjit?

Yes. Very much so.

All them violins are boring.
I only listen for the frocks.

♪ ... But to love you... ♪

The Fascist movement represents
leadership, not tyranny.

It offers to the people a
leadership and national revival

which they will accept
of their own free will.

A dictatorship is a dictatorship...

You were late, then!

Um... It's standing room only.

I don't mind.

Excuse me.

Sorry, excuse me. Sorry.

... It will come in a great wave, in
a great awakening of the European soul,

in a sudden demand to end the
nonsense, to come together,

and at last, to do great
things in a great way!

Yes!

I felt it in my whole body.

Like the first time
I ever went hunting.

I shook for days afterwards,

even after they'd
washed the blood off.

Mosley's going to break
down barriers of class.

I'm glad.

I despise the rich.

You are rich.

I'm poor, Harry.

Everything I have has been
bought for me by someone.

That's not poor. That's lucky.

It isn't freedom.

I haven't got any
more freedom than you.

For now.

You have had a pleasant evening?

I had an evening I'll
remember all my life.

Can we just lie on top tonight?

- Of course. It is stifling.
- "Stifling".

Your English is getting good.

Where do you go on your days off?

I visit friends.

Where do you go?

Back to the Cottage
Homes sometimes.

The girls in my house mostly left,
but the Matron stays the same.

Matron is like a
mother, is she not?

Except she's got a
moustache and she can't sing.

I always thought that's
why I'd like a mother.

So I could be sung to.

My mother sang to me.

♪ Marienwurmchen, setze dich

♪ Auf meine Hand

♪ Auf meine Hand

♪ Ich tu dir nichts zu Leide

♪ Es soll dir nichts
zu Leid geschehn

♪ Will nur deine bunte Flugel sehn

♪ Bunte Flugel

♪ Bunte Flugel, meine Freude! ♪

- What's it about?
- A ladybird.

A red and black insect whose house has
burnt and whose children must escape.

We sing that in English,
but it don't sound so nice.

It is a melody by Brahms.

We don't have him over here.

Lady Agnes asked me to move the hooks
and eyes on her foundation garment.

I've been waiting for
Mr. Pritchard to go out.

She's definitely starting to show.

Look at her at Henley
in her powder blue.

That's not her powder
blue, it's her eau de nil.

She always wears that
with her lace coatee.

More ladders in Lady
Persie's stockings.

Mend the ones that
sit above her hem.

You are supposed to
be free this afternoon.

You should not be washing
Lady Persie's things.

I want the sun to bleach them.

London water is so harsh,
it turns the linen grey.

My mother was a laundress

and she used a pinch of indigo
to brighten all her whites.

Our memsahib let her take
in other ladies' washing.

It was how she paid
for me to go to school.

I have heard Mrs.
Thackeray wonder about that.

We live so close together,
and yet, we know so little.

It is as though if we keep our
secrets, we keep our dignity.

Please come out and have
some tea with me, Rachel.

We could go to a hotel.

We could pretend we're taking
part in Palm Court Orchestra.

Why do you ask me every week?

When you know I always
say I cannot come?

Because we are not forced to
accept the things that grieve us.

I have a secret, Mr. Amanjit.

I have kept it so
long it is like a pain.

And there is no
dignity at all in that.

Lotte!

- Lotte!
- Mamma!

Mamma! Mamma!

She is fed well by the Zimmermans.

Each week, she grows.

If I saw her every day,
I would not notice it.

You like it here, I think.

Well, we have McVitie's
Chocolate Homewheat,

which I don't imagine they
serve at the Palm Court.

There is one left.
Shall I shout to Lotte?

Let her play, she is laughing.

Do you have children, Mr. Amanjit?

My wife died and my son with her.

I am alone, like you.

Not like me.

My husband is in prison.

For political crimes.

When Miss Buck replied
to my advertisement,

she said there must be no ties.

Lotte is a tie.

Avram was a tie.

Do you write to him?

Sometimes.

Marriage makes a woman
holy to her husband.

But the distance between
us is so very great

I don't always feel
as holy as I did.

The mass of the
people have no freedom.

Under fascism, for the first
time, they will have freedom!

Real freedom means good wages,

short hours, security
and employment,

good houses,

opportunity for leisure and
recreation with family and friends.

We have to choose between
the freedom of a few

professional politicians to talk and
the freedom of the people to live!

Ivy, where's Harry?

Did you tell him it was oxtail?
He's partial to his offal.

Go and shout him, Mr. Amanjit.
He might listen to a man.

I don't know what sort of
monkey suit you call that.

It's a British Union
of Fascists uniform.

I've got drill after tea.

There's a rally tomorrow
and I'm marching in it.

If that's the Whitechapel
rally, it's been on the wireless.

The powers that be were
trying to get it stopped.

Well, they failed, didn't they?

You can't ban political marches
in England. It's not democratic.

Is this oxtail, Mrs. Thack?

I won't eat with him when
he is dressed like that!

You won't eat oxtail anyway.

That's enough, Harry!

Your outfit has upset Rachel, and
I don't think that's very nice!

Go and exchange it
for acceptable attire.

Then come back and get
on with your dinner.

I'm entitled to
publicly wear any garment

or insignia that demonstrates
my personal beliefs.

It's the law.

It is not the law
at 165, Eaton Place!

Sir Hallam and Lady Agnes
make the law upstairs.

And Miss Buck makes
the law down here.

Thank you, Mr. Pritchard.

I'm wearing in my own time.

This is my evening off.

Everyone ignore him.

It's quenelles of bream upstairs tonight
and I can't have my timings thrown.

Mrs. Thackeray sent you
out some semolina pudding.

She meant well.

She let Harry eat at her table!

Mrs. Thackeray puts food first.

She's set in her ways. Getting on.

Getting on?

Getting old.

Is that what becomes of the young?

Do they live so long they
just become accepting?

I think they get tired.

I am not tired.

I am a Jew.

I must oppose the march.

They think I'm going
to tea at Claridge's.

You can drive me in the car.

This afternoon, police reinforcements
have been sent to Whitechapel

where attempts have been
made to disrupt a rally

by the British Union of Fascists...

I was listening to that.

The reception was ghastly.

And it's Home Office business,
not Foreign Office, surely?

We are going to have a
nice, domestic afternoon.

They shall not pass!

The Blackshirts are outnumbered.

But it is they who are not accepted.

Here, my daughter will
not live upon her knees.

They shall not pass!
They shall not pass!

They shall not pass!

They shall not pass!
They shall not pass!

I'm going to have to park up.

No! We're nowhere near
our mustering points!

I'm supposed to be somewhere
called Gardiner's Corner,

which isn't even on this map!

Spargo! I don't want
you to park here!

If you're going to call me Spargo,
you can get back in the back.

Fascists out!

Fascists out!

Give me the key.

You're nothing but scum!

Shame on you!

I'm late, terribly sorry.

Lady Persie...

Fascists out! Fascists out!

- I've got you!
- They shall not pass!

They shall not pass!

Can't you just buy
clothes for the baby?

We waited so long, Hallam.

I used to dream of this.

Penny for them?

I used to do this with my sister.

Winding wool was
her favourite game.

Maud won't be drawn when
I ask her about Pamela.

She was frail and then she died.

I loved her. There's
little more to say.

In which case, why must
you mention her at all?

I can't bear to hear about
things going wrong with children.

Nothing will go wrong.

Our life is blessed.

Down with the Fascists!

Rachel, look.

Children threw them under
the hooves of horses.

See? God is in the small things.

There is some remaining!
We can have our say!

Persie?

Stop!

Lady Persie!

Ssh! Pay it no attention.

All the others have gone out.

Ssh. You have been made ill
and you must rest.

Why is no-one answering the bell?

Take the kettle to your room.

I will see what is
required upstairs.

I have to deal with an emergency.

Tell me how I may help, sir.

I didn't know you couldn't drive.

Mr. Amanjit has been
the hero of the hour.

Although Maud won't be
pleased when she hears

you sent him to the
cells to fetch me.

I was in a back room
with a police inspector!

Doing what was
necessary to get you out!

I'm giving you the chance
to explain yourself!

Take it or be dismissed
without a reference.

I had to report Lady
Persie to the police!

She's never passed the driving test,
she was a danger to God knows who!

Not to mention a menace to the car.

The only way she
could be stopped was

if I said she'd robbed it.

Why the hell did you take her to
the East End in the first place?

I'm staff, sir.
I have to follow orders!

Just like you did at Waterloo.

Go downstairs, Spargo.

I couldn't put things right,
but I stopped them getting worse.

Better that, than
doing nothing... sir.

I'll take it up and see how she is.

We could perhaps send out for
a bottle of Friar's Balsam.

Somebody come to our bedroom!

I don't want any
mention, or evidence,

of that vile party
in my home again!

You can burn my card.

You can't burn my beliefs.

You don't believe in Oswald Mosley.

You are obsessed with him.

You told me to think, Maud!

You didn't say I had
to think like you!

Persie, you've embraced an
ideology you do not comprehend!

How do you know I
don't comprehend it?

Because if you did, you
would've walked away!

Rachel came here to
escape people like you.

That doesn't mean
I didn't like her!

Oh, this is absurd! Send
the foolish girl to bed!

I'll send my sister to bed
when I am good and ready!

Agnes! Maud is my mother.

There's no need to intervene.

I'm relieved to see her
taking charge of something.

If I might have a word, Sir Hallam.

Lady Agnes.

Why didn't Rachel's friends
take her with them?

They were not Rachel's friends.

Just people she had paid.

But they are good
human beings, surely?

Begging your pardon, my Lady.
But she didn't seem to
want to go with them.

We can write to her
relatives in Germany.

Arrange to put her on the train.

Lotte will be looked after here...

for as long as necessary.

That way, this house can start to
make amends.

Have you absorbed nothing
whatever from all of this?

Can you not conceive of what
will happen if we send a
Jewish child to Germany?

I've spent my entire married
life absorbing and conceiving!

I've spent dinner
after dinner, party after party,

straining to keep pace

because my role as
your wife required it!

So you must forgive
me if, just this once,

I failed to make
the leap you require

and realise that the state
of play in Europe means

we must take on the welfare
of a stranger's child!

I should have thought
it was obvious.

There will be new laws, Harry.

They'll ban our uniforms.

Then they'll ban us
being seen in public.

It will all go underground.

It will be like this.

It's your mum's, ain't it?

Come on.

♪ Marienwurmchen, setze dich

♪ Auf meine Hand, auf meine Hand

♪ Ich tu dir nichts zu Leide

♪ Es soll dir nichts zu Leid geschehn

♪ Will nur deine bunten Flugel sehn

♪ Bunte Flugel

♪ Bunte Flugel, meine Freude. ♪

You should creep into the house,

sneak up to my room.

Lotte makes me feel something
is circling my house.

I wish it was a less
disturbing feeling.

Tell me about Germany.

Mosley thinks the world of you.

I took Lotte on. I should be the
one who resolves this situation.

Lotte has no family, Ivy.

She's got us!

Maud, I don't know what to do.

I've arranged for the child
to have treatment.

I cant believe you
didn't ask more questions,

that you allowed her
to run the entire show.

She's running everything else.

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