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The desire is that they won't face the big shots in the middle of all this.

Would they let us begin back in April when we particularly... Oh, no!

Had to make it difficult for us, didn't they?

This will kill me without a doubt. No such luck.

We'll all be laid out before Earth.

Do you think I should? No.

This was the best.

Samedi Dimanche. That's very good.

Now, let's see if we can remember the month.

January, February, March, April, May, June.

Hello, children.

We've already said goodbye to Philip.

Back to work.

Let's try the month.

My boy.

Don't let them see you cry.

He's only 13, Sylvia.

He's been finished.

I think she was seeing him off to boarding school.

At least we know there is a men's camp.

Please,

Lieutenant, if you just leave her to us.

Sylvia, take her to her hut and stay with her.

Now the rest of us, better get on with our work.

As you wish.

Wow, that was a near one.

They've taken him.

Yeah.

I liked Philip.

Look on the bright side.

He could be with his dad.

With a bit of luck, your dad's there, too.

And my filth, eh?

What?

Daddy, he needs special medicine.

What's wrong with her?

Stomach ulcers.

It's all right, Mommy.

I'm here.

How is your mother today?

Quieter.

Would you like me to pray with you?

If you want.

I know you're not of my faith.

You're Protestant, sir, you're not?

We can still share our prayers.

It's Dr. Hemmeridge again.

Yes. Isn't there anything we can do?

She needs a blood transfusion.

Mr. God, we had some morphia. At least then she could go in peace.

What about Blanche?

They take everything away from us if they could.

They can.

It's terrible.

That poor boy.

Speaking for myself, I think it is good that he goes.

You what?

That boy always here with trouble, making noise, stealing food, no respect

his superiors. Who makes you think you're so flaming superior, you selfish

bitch? How dare you speak to me like that? Because it's the truth. You are

right. She thinks only of herself.

But you side with the British against your own compatriots. And basically it's

like her.

I'd prefer not to have.

Bloody cow!

Your English is improving.

Lieutenant Sato say women have disobeyed his orders.

That's true. I'm sorry.

You admit it?

Yes, but I beg for your understanding.

They were very upset at the way Lieutenant Sato treated Mrs. Green.

How did he treat her?

He tried to force her away from the gates when she was too distraught to

understand his threats.

Distraught?

Uh, senseless, with grief.

As anyone would be had their child just been taken from them.

He is no longer a child.

That is why he is sent to men's camp. To her he is.

I have a son of the same age.

I know what such a separation means.

You should not blame me.

These are my orders.

I don't blame you, Commandant. You are a man of compassion.

You care.

Your son, where is he?

In England.

I also had a son.

He was killed in China when he was 18.

How dreadful.

He died fighting for his country.

What better end could a father desire for his son?

You would like to write to your son?

Oh, yes.

We'd all like to be able to write to our families.

Then so shall it be.

Each woman shall be given postcard.

God will bring to heart later.

Oh, thank you, Commandant.

Your kindness will be greatly appreciated.

Now you return to your work.

What about Lieutenant Sato?

All Japanese love children.

They know grief of mother.

Lieutenant Sato knows such grief.

There will be no punishment.

Well, tell us the worst.

He's not going to punish us.

He's going to give us permission to write postcards home.

I'll be jittered.

He's the most extraordinary man.

Well, at times, he seems quite human. Shouldn't be taken in by that.

Animals, a lot of them. Now, there's a vast difference between the commandant,

Marovia's father. Only the difference between a tiger and a rat. Well, at

Yamouchi seems to have a conscience.

If he's such a thoroughly decent chap... I didn't say that.

How can he stand by and watch what's going on in the thick bay?

But he doesn't watch, does he? He never goes near the place.

Just that he conveniently upsets himself when there's anything happening in the

punishment hut. Well, doesn't that prove my point? He's capable of feeling

guilt. Now, there's something to work on.

Can you spare a moment, Vance?

How long do you take the blame when old Sato comes yapping?

Well, I don't like to ask you again, but we need morphia.

Morphia? I know it's probably impossible.

For Judith, is it? No.

No, she's not in any pain. With any luck, she'll just slip away.

There's no hope for her, then?

No. Her heart won't take much more. It was weak before all this.

Debbie now?

I intend to prepare her today.

Shit.

It's like the ten little nigger boys, isn't it?

Only there's a hundred of us to go. Oh, come on, now.

I'd say most of us were standing up to it pretty well. Would you?

Who's the morphia for, then? That's for one of the Dutch women.

She's got stomach and intestinal ulcers. If we could just get a hold of her...

No, I couldn't.

She is in considerable pain. I'm sorry, but I'm sick of being used. Do you think

I like asking you? Then ask someone else.

I didn't mind getting Queenie for Judith. It's all her fault.

But I'm damned if I'm going to do anything for the bloody Dutch. When did

ever do anything for us?

They want morphia. They can go and play up to the bloody nip.

Ask Mrs Van Mare. She's going to moan anyway. She might as well do it in mock

ecstasy. Keep your voice down.

I suppose it's no good appealing to your better nature. No, Doctor.

It isn't.

The tart with the art of gold only belongs in Hollywood movies.

I didn't mean you.

Of that, I am relieved.

Where did you learn your English?

I've come to school.

And now I have lessons with an English woman in the camp.

Oh, yeah, there's quite a lot of that going on, isn't there?

I was going to have a go at teaching English myself, but I thought old Van

would know it for me. This common woman does not speak the English of the king.

Good round here, did you?

Oh, about 50 kilometres.

Oh. So you know the area quite well. Oh, yes.

I know it very well.

It's time you went to the cookhouse, Debbie.

You won't help your mother by starving yourself.

I'm going to have my lunch now, Mummy.

Keep on talking to her, won't you?

I won't be long. See you later.

And you?

Time

you

had a break too, Missy. I'll go when Beatrice gets back.

up these days, Nellie.

All work and no play.

You want to watch it or you end up like her.

She's not so bad.

She's changed quite a bit recently.

You mean she occasionally lets slip the odd Kate or Nellie?

It's a dart.

She'll never undo.

I don't know.

She's been very nice to me ever since I... Well, ever since... Well, she

to me.

Know what I'd like to do?

I'd like to get a rip -roaring drunk.

That's the only way you'd ever see the real Beatrice.

Who's the person I was looking for?

Tell me her little chat.

About Mummy, you needn't tell me.

How much longer will it be?

Not long now.

I thought not.

People have stopped telling me to go for lessons.

You must be brave.

Try not to be too distressed when it happens.

In many ways, it'll be a merciful release for her.

Before she died, I wish... What did?

Nothing.

Anyway, what's the use of wishing?

God, there's Mary there.

Blanche.

Oh, you try keeping a sick face, sweet, when you haven't got enough water to

wash anything.

Can't you hang the stuff outside your hair like we do our clothes?

Look, when you're dealing with people who are sick and incontinent, it's not

that simple. Gee.

What do you want anyway?

I don't usually see your smiling face in here. Yeah, not likely to again,

neither. Not if I can help it.

Thought I'd, um... look in on Judith.

She won't recognise you.

Just lies there, muttering away.

Lord knows what she's on about.

Dorothy. No, thank you.

Well, surely you want to write to your parents?

Tell them what? They're better off not knowing.

Oh, go on, Doddy. At least you can tell them you're all right.

Yes, and you can ask for a parcel.

I'll leave one anyway.

Now, they've only provided us with two pencils, so we'll have to write in rota.

We're only allowed 25 words. It shouldn't take long.

Well, then we've heard everything. It is 25 words. Well, me neither. I was

hopeless at Tracy at school.

Does the 25 words include the address?

No, nor does it include the compulsory sentence.

Compulsory what?

What do you mean?

They've asked us to incorporate one of a selection of propaganda sentences.

Oh, there had to be a snag, didn't there?

No, I'll do anything. Bloody sheep. Anyone failing to do so will have her

destroyed. Who's to say they're going to send them anywhere?

I have the Commandant's word for it. We don't all share your faith in your

multi. Right.

Well, I'm prepared to give them the benefit of the doubt. If there's the

remotest chance of getting a communication out of here, I'm taking

propaganda or no?

Me too. My family must be worried sick.

Marion, what are the sentences?

Better hear them before we hit the roof.

I'll read them out.

First one.

for our dear heart.

We are living in a dreamland of joy and contentment with food in plenty and

beautiful scenery.

Since

being

interned here we have come to respect the numerous virtues of our kind and

generous

I'd rather stay here.

Sister Ulrich, I wouldn't hover round her all the time.

Some people find that comforting.

I think Judith does.

It's funny.

They put her down as a religious sort.

Never give up, do they?

My father was exactly the same.

They told him that the biggest blaspheming drunk in the parish was

He'd have been there, at the bedside, waiting for the last minute miracle.

Surprising how often it happens.

What does it mean?

Nothing more than touching wood.

Perhaps I'm more superstitious than you are. You Catholics are all

superstitious.

You are a Catholic, aren't you?

Lapsed.

Still feel guilty?

Sometimes. Don't tell Sister Ulrica. There'll be no stopping her.

Your father was a vicar, then?

Yes.

All good, God -fearing folk, my family.

What happened to you?

Saw a different kind of light.

Followed it in spite of him.

He didn't want you to go into medicine.

I suppose he'd have minded my mopping brows for a while before following my

sister's shining example and marrying a suitably upright young man.

And a career woman.

Nothing about them in the Bible.

They were always on at me to find myself a man.

Doctor, can you come? Mrs Boyne is trying to say something.

Well, what have you put?

No, it's hardly a literate gem.

Ship torpedoed, interned at above camp, health moderate but need vitamins,

cigarettes, whiskey, antiseptic, malaria pills and rat poison.

Hope you are well.

No one then follows their beastly sentence.

Which one did you choose? Number four.

Our kind hosts allow us to dance, smoke and play rounders.

And my happiness would be complete if you were here also, dearest one. And

sir? My great -aunt in the bar.

With any luck, she will deduce that all is not well.

Do you think you've gone round a flaming beach? I probably will have by the time

there's reason.

What did you put, Jodie?

Dennis dead, Violet dead, this place is a dreamland of milk and honey.

Of course it isn't. They'll never get there. We stand a better chance of

it ourselves.

Don't be so silly. I mean it.

Guards are getting sloppier all the time. There's several places you can get

under the wire.

She's right there.

And what if you did? Be crawling with nips outside.

Crawling with nips?

Blanche, you know what the commandant said about escape.

Someone mentioned escape.

Yeah, but we weren't thinking of going right this minute. You speak for

yourself. Marion, we've been here.

It's bloody months now. No one else is going to come and get us out. So much

the allies.

Marion, Blanche thinks we should set up an escape committee.

Why not?

My dear girl, you might just as well set up a suicide committee.

Sylvia's right. Escape is out of the question.

Oh, don't bite and talk. I thought you two were soldiers' wives.

Don't seem a bit feeble. Should we examine the possibilities?

There is no possibility.

Now, in the first place, none of us know the terrain. The Dutch do?

Quite. Apart from that, this is an island. Exactly. Even if by some

stroke of luck one managed to reach the coast without being shot. Or killed by

wild animals. Yes. Do you know what it's like in the jungle? If one managed to

reach the shore, what then? The natives must have boats.

Or we could build a raft.

Well, why not? People have before now.

Like Robinson Crusoe. And what will you do?

Build it here and carry it with you? Or chop down a few trees when you get

there? Oh, very fine. Where do you head for?

All the other islands must be occupied by the Japs, too.

One wouldn't stand on Earth.

Look, we wouldn't anyway.

We're none of us exactly in the pink of health. We'd collapse with exhaustion

before we made first base.

I suppose that's true. There's the others back here to consider too. If

did try to escape, can you imagine the repercussions for the rest of it?

Absolutely.

It's not on, Blanche.

There's no point in even thinking about it.

We just sit here, do we?

Wait for our number? No.

We try and make the best of it. Stop your bloody best of it!

Do you think we don't all feel just as...

Better connect up the card.

Okay.

I didn't have to waste the paper.

If anyone does make a run for it, I wouldn't discuss it in front of her.

Might as well stick up a notice on the guardhouse.

Marion, could you come to the sick bay, please?

Judith is asking for you. Yes, of course.

Do you mind?

Is that Eartha the child?

Beatrice doesn't think she'll last the night.

And the little internees in their Tinko line.

One made a run for it.

Just in the nick of time.

Judith.

Judith.

It's me.

You wanted to see me.

What is it?

Beth.

Bethany.

I... Yes?

When I...

When will you?

You want me to look after her?

Yes, of course I will.

I'll take care of her as if she were my own.

Promise.

And afterward, when all this is over, I'll trace your relatives.

I'll make sure that she finds them.

What is it?

Clive?

Is there something else you want to say?

Clive?

I used to be proud of my skin.

She's wrong, you know.

Marion, it would be possible.

What would? Escape.

It would be.

For the right people.

Don't look at me.

It's not that I wouldn't give my eye teeth to be out of here.

Sometimes I think I'm going to go start reading math.

You?

Don't sound so surprised.

Oh, it's just that you always seem so cheerful.

One's got to be. And the way you throw yourself into things, like the rounders.

At least it's nothing physical.

Smash a ball over the fence, it's the next best thing to being out there

yourself.

Know what I dream about?

Hmm?

Riding across miles and miles of open country.

That's when I'm not having the one where Tom descends in a parachute and

ravishes me on the amateur's doorstep.

You'd only just got engaged, hadn't you, when we left Singapore?

Just made love with him for the first time, too.

Oh, I'm glad we made it the once.

What about you?

What? Oh, you never talk about your love life back there.

I didn't really have one.

Oh, come on. An attractive girl like you.

It was difficult.

Oh, yeah.

I suppose it would have been.

But I did meet someone a few weeks before we left.

He was English and in the army.

In fact, I wouldn't have been on the ship at all but for him.

He did you a big favour then.

He did.

Oh, anyway, we're alive.

She'd like her to be out of it.

Not like that poor wretch.

I thought I'd wish a patient dead.

Better prepare the body.

Oh, and don't forget to set her teeth aside.

You can't be squeamish. There's plenty needed.

you know she loved you?

Like some lovers, no one can take that away from you.

Is your mother dead?

No. She buggered off and left me when I was seven.

Blanche.

Hmm?

Something I want to tell you.

I'm Jewish.

Our name isn't really Bowen.

It's Cohen.

Yeah, I know.

How?

When Gentiles are delirious, they don't pray in Hebrew.

I'm glad you know.

There goes the murderer.

Blanche. That's what he is.

It's him that keeps the medicines from us, keeps the rations down when we're

starvation. He told Marion it was out of his hands. Cock.

Soon we'll have Satan.

At least he doesn't pretend to be anything but what he is.

He goes to the burial.

Not likely.

Sick of bloody funerals.

Tell me when there's a wedding and I might go.

holy and most merciful God.

We commend this, our sister, to thy loving care.

We give thanks that it has pleased thee to deliver her from the miseries of this

sinful world.

What do you think?

You know, we ought to have a mannequin parade with prizes for the most original

creations. Here we have Blanche dressed in a sack, decorated with sequins and...

Help me out. I shan't be here.

I'm not serious about going, are you? It's deadly.

Come on, ducky, you heard what they said.

I've got it all worked out.

Chummed up with this Dutch girl, Gerda. She knows the area. She's going to draw

me a map.

Also, she has got contacts outside.

Nathan used to be their servant.

Now, she can put me in touch with one of them. They can get hold of a boat for

me. And you'd sail for where?

Well, they'd tell me for where.

Well, they'd know where we're safest.

They would.

And if you were picked up?

I use my fatal charm.

At least I'll be doing it for myself.

It's all pie in the sky, Blanche. No, it is.

I stand a better chance out there than I do here. Bunk, it is not that bad. The

ones that have died have been old all week. So far, but then so far, we have

only had malaria and dysentery. Soon it is going to be beriberi. No! Oh, yes, it

is. I overhear Beatrice saying so.

And then maybe even cholera. How do you fancy a dose of that?

Not badly.

It's not just death I'm scared of, neither.

So you survived, so what then? Who wants to get out of here white -haired and

toothless?

I already lost one. There is always the hope that the eyes will show up.

You used to be the voice of realism, always quoting your journalist chants.

You used to be the voice of light relief.

Yeah, well, I ran out of chokes.

Will you come with me, Rose?

I could do with the company.

And you're the nearest thing I've got to a friend.

Please.

We could do it together. I bet we could.

A week ago, I might have said yes.

Well, what happened?

I don't recall no handouts.

We heard there was a men's camp.

And if Bernard is around somewhere, I...

Might as well hang on.

I thought you didn't love him.

So did I.

You won't say nothing.

Promise?

I promise.

The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God and the fellowship of the

Holy Ghost be with us evermore.

Amen.

I've never seen Steve these days.

Not talked to.

No, well, kept very busy in the sickbay.

How are you?

Fine. How are you?

Oh, fine.

Well, to get back to the hut, I've got some mending to do.

Nurse Keane.

Yes, sister?

Tell me, of what fate are you?

I was brought up a Catholic.

I never see you at my weekly service.

I'm no longer a practicing one.

A lost sheep?

I'm afraid so.

Lost sheep can be helped back to the fold.

Let us talk together sometime.

I don't think there'd be much point in that, sister.

Is there much point in your life as it is?

Yeah.

She'd stand up for a bit.

When will you go?

I don't know if I've got my accoutrements together.

Food, knife, tool, something dark to wear if I won't be seen. How will you

it all?

Initiatives up here.

Bye bye.

Save some room for lunch, Debbie. It's chip, your favorite.

What we fondly call chip.

Fried banana skin hasn't quite the same ring.

Bad, though, considering.

And to follow my latest speciality.

You've managed to do something with our one and only lamb.

I dreamt of this new recipe, marmalade pudding. Thought we'd try it out for

supper. Oh, what is it?

It's a ronipoli made of gaplet flour and rice.

Hello,

Debbie.

Coming to lessons this morning?

What is it today?

Arithmetic for the little ones, and I'm doing French with the others.

Oh, I know, you must get bored.

You're so much more advanced than the rest.

I was wondering if you'd like to do some extra classes with me.

Instead of just grammar and vocabulary, we could try some literature.

Without books. Oh.

One of the Dutch women has a collection of the Maupassant short stories.

And I know quite a few French poets.

How about it? What's that?

Oh, I was suggesting Debbie and I did some French literature together.

That's a good idea.

I was wondering if you couldn't give a hand with some of the smaller children.

Help them with their reading and writing.

They respond better to you young ones.

Think about it anyway.

Mrs. Jefferson?

Oh, ah.

Mrs. Jefferson, I wish to speak to you. I have a complaint.

Oh, that makes a change. Couldn't you wait till after the accident? No, it

cannot wait. I demand an investigation.

To what?

To stealing in the camp.

First, my black silk pyjamas are stolen from off the bushing line. No, sure.

Now, in the night, my bag is missing. Which of your bags would that be, Mrs.

Ness? Yeah, you're not exactly sure. It's quality leather, gold initials.

makes you think that one of our people took it? Yeah, maybe one of the nips

a fancy to it. We're always nosing around our hearts. Did they also take

fancy to my black silk pyjamas? Funny lot, these orientals.

It was not a Jap who took them.

I know who took them.

I can tell you who took them.

It was the British children. Oh, they are stealing from the van mayor. That is

simply not true.

Of course it isn't. Is it you, Debbie? Now, did you take a fancy to Mrs. Van

Mayor's silk car, Jane?

Anyway, it isn't just the Dutch who have things stolen. No, but only last night

I had my airbrush took. Told you. Didn't I, Marion? I had my cigarettes taken.

It's the nip.

I'm sure. I am not so sure. You wish to take the matter further, Mrs. Van Mare,

would you kindly do so through your leader?

I do find this public mudslinging awfully undignified.

Here we are.

I said you wanted some water.

That's all there is.

Thanks. She'll be over later.

Need

any

help? Just de -weaviling the rice.

I'm good at that.

Didn't know you spoke Dutch.

I didn't. They like them here.

But I... Picked up quite a bit now.

You must have a good ear for languages.

French, Dutch.

What is so big?

A little German.

And Hokkien, of course.

Oh, yes.

Of course.

I wish I could learn some Japanese.

Seems such a way to look to.

What did you do in Singapore?

A bit of everything.

You didn't teach, though?

No.

Why?

I need to have a nap for it.

Oh, that's something else I've learned since I've been here.

When we get out... I think that's what I'd like to do.

Teach.

Is Blanche there? She's over there, Debbie. Why didn't you tell me? Tell you

what? You're getting out of here, aren't you? How do you know?

I saw you behind the wash house.

See what you buried. I found the bag and everything.

You'll tell and I'll do you. I don't care. I will. I mean it. So do I.

I'll tell everyone, including the Commandant, unless you take me with you.

Oh, Debbie.

I can't.

You can't leave me here.

I need to be mad to take a flaming kid along.

Please, Blanche.

Now Mum is dead, you're the only one who I...

You're the only one.

It's not that I don't love you, you're nothing.

It's just that you're better off with Marion and him. It's not so bad, really.

Then why are you going?

I wouldn't be a mutant.

I'd do everything he said.

Odds are we'd be caught and shot.

You must think it's worth a risk.

Even if we weren't, there are things I'm going to have to do that I don't want

for you.

I was a child. I'm not anymore.

It's not a matter of age.

It's a matter of... experience.

Mum is dead.

Daddy must be too.

He was sick before we left Singapore.

There's no -one left to make decisions for me now.

Can't I make my own?

I don't want to stay here. I hate it. I'm sorry.

I can't take you because I care.

And because you care, I know you won't split.

You don't care. You just think you'll be better off without me. Too bloody right

I would, but... It's not just that.

Honest.

Remember how you felt when your mother buggered off?

I'll feel the same if you leave me behind.

Oh, for proper life.

You know what?

Extraordinary thing.

What? I was talking to Christina just now. She mentioned she spoke Chinese.

You know, I'd clean forgotten.

About her mother?

Only for a moment, of course.

Still, six months and it's come to that. Well, this place is a great leveler.

But to forget entirely.

We've started to see each other as people. Now, I'd say that was a good

Very well.

Well, I'll get back to normal.

I don't think any of us normal will ever be quite the same again.

I must admit, she's a plucky little thing.

Yeah, she was the most nervous to begin with. She knuckled to and made the best

of it, not like some of the whiners we've got. She's really started to come

of herself.

Perhaps she never had a chance to be herself before.

Mind you, her father was a Scot.

Stalwart race.

He must have had great courage to marry, as he did.

Don't call that courageous. Call him damn irresponsible.

I still... Say, it doesn't do to forget. It could be dangerous.

They're not half as dangerous as starting to see our captors as people. I

agree. I think that's our only hope.

I wish you'd change your mind.

After all the trouble I've been to.

Can you cover for me in the hut?

Right.

If they ask where I am, say I'm out gadding with the girls.

You know I think you're a bloody fool, don't you?

Yes.

And I always was.

Say ta -da, then.

Good job.

I'll miss you.

I'll send you a parcel when I get back home.

I think we should.

Yes, a magazine would be fun. We could call it, um, Tango Time.

Oh, no.

We could have a competition, a cartoon.

Stories and sketches.

And a gossip column for all the latest rumors.

And a horoscope!

And what about a page for beauty problems?

My hair's a little dry.

What do you think?

Try putting your head down a little.

Rose could be editor.

What? Well, you could be editor of a new magazine we're planning. Wasn't your

chap a journalist?

Yes. So? You'd have all the know -how.

Only one snake, as far as I can see.

What's that?

Well, we don't even have any toilet rolls. What are we going to do for

That'll be a problem.

I know how difficult it is finding any for lessons.

Perhaps Blanche could get us some.

Where is Blanche? She just went out.

Off on one of her goodwill prowls, I expect. We'll ask her in the morning.

could you all just shut up? Some of us want to go to sleep.

Ready for lights out, everyone.

You're escaping, aren't you?

I won't tell anybody, I promise. I know you'll promise.

I swear it, I won't.

Then swear on Violet's soul.

All right, say it. On Violet's soul.

On Violet's soul.

know too, don't you? Know what?

About Blanche. Try it.

I thought you did.

You'll never make it.

Not with Debbie.

What did you say?

She's only a kid.

Rose. What is it? It's Debbie.

What about her?

Look.

Where is she?

Quite too late.

I promised her mother I'd look after her.

Gant doesn't get much chance with Debbie.

Oh, God.

Oh, Marion.

What can we do? I don't know.

We can't just stand here and wait for the shots. There's nothing we can do

unless... What?

Unless we go to Yamauchi.

You mean turn them in?

If we report it before the Japs find out for themselves, then at least we can

plead for them. He might show mercy, at least to Debbie.

Some hope of that.

You think she has more hope of surviving out there?

It wasn't me. It wasn't. It was Rose and Marion.

Stop it. What are you doing now?

We did the right thing.

We did the only thing.

He won't have him shot. Not Debbie.

Not a child.

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