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You are like a little bloodhound.

I thought for sure you wouldn't see me
up in that old Ponderosa.

There is not a single hiding spot this
one couldn't sniff out.

Time for supper.

One more game, Pat, please.

Make it quick.

I don't want the potatoes getting cold.

One, two.

has my little Emma gone?

Oh, where, oh, where could she be?

Bonjour, good man.

I need a moment with your Elizabeth.

Is this a demand or a request?

I presume that your employer has set
forth a most unsavory rapport sur moi.

She thinks you're a cocksucker.

Well, then, would you please inform the
Queen Consul that Monsieur Jean Lagrange

requests an audience.

She's busy.

Might you be so kind as to deliver this
memorandum to the crown,

if you will?

Ah, sir, majesty.

What is this?

It's a quote.

Why you gotta be so fucking obscure?

Get up here.

At the hotel now?

Enjoying a fine meal, I suspect.

You are reckless.

Careful, Frank.

Denigration does not become you.

Now is not the time for the Chief
Justice from Eleanor to represent.

My request is merely a requisite venture
to secure my interests.

Children are missing.

Those children are long dead. You know
it and I know it.

Unfortunate indeed.

But progress will not be delayed.

I am not here for the color.

Coons or chinks?

Gold, you half -wit.

I submit your deputy take his leave.

It has come to my attention that there
has been some very large talk behind our

sleeping beck.

Spit it out, Lagrange.

We have no time and we cannot be silent.

Treachery is at play.

Details, Lagrange.

Monsieur Dan has made a lucrative
incentive to the chief justice, which

our assets become his.

He wants the jewel in your whorehouse.

Uh -uh -uh.

Bordello. Why?

The same reason all short men want
anything.

Power. And how exactly have you come
across these particulars?

My hive of busy bees keeps me well
informed.

I presume he believes me to be a feeble
opponent.

You are.

That's why you seek alliance.

Well, grains can be swayed, but this
will never sell.

The Chief Justice is a man of renowned
repute. Yeah, so is John Wilkes Booth.

I need order.

None of this talk of missing children,
crying mothers, irate fathers.

The United States government, by its own
volition, will secure private property

for public use with just compensation,
of course.

To what end?

Make this loan into a courthouse? No
quicker way to turn it down against you.

After the acquisition, I will procure
the property at below market value.

Pardon my skepticism.

To what lands confidence the politicos
will take a loss?

The Chief Justice brokers the deal.

Henry? Time to go.

Henry?

There you are.

What do we have here?

It's perfect.

Our sores aren't going to simply
disappear.

They must cease from oral copulation
until they are fully healed.

I got dead stock.

I see.

All right.

But I trust you will settle your current
obligations and

abstain from oral copulation for at
least a week.

All right?

You may go.

This belongs here.

What is this? Gonna need a re -spy.

Dry as a desert down there, Doc.

Rush order from Chicago won't be cheap.

How about I trade you for it?

Straight up!

Your antics are nothing but a pretense.

I am your physician, not a trinket nor a
clown. Go.

Go.

Thank

you,

Mom.

Good morning, Mary, Saul.

Hello, Henry, Joe.

How's my little tree sparrow?

That was so thoughtful, Henry.

What is it?

Well, it's a wolf, of course.

Magnificent.

Best be off.

We'll be late for the reverence
inaugural service.

Yeah.

Here's Jim Saul, married with wives to
gain your affection.

Persistency is very impossible, do you
know?

That's right.

Any news?

Put down another mail last night.

That's 70 so many days.

Can't make no sense of it.

I was inquiring about the children.

No.

No news.

Mentally.

Jimmy.

You're back to...

I can carry him. Yes, of course.

Good day, Doctor.

Thank you.

Listen here.

I myself have not spoken to the
afflicted cup.

Oh, no.

So understand the words I appropriate
now on account of unsolicited whispers.

Last night, when that boy was counting
sheep, his

mother opened the window to let the
night air in, but the room they acquired

on the second floor, so there's...
Anyway,

when they...

Woke this daybreak, the boy was gone.

Not a sound, not a sign.

As for the door, well, it was still
locked from the inside.

I have sinned with thee.

Feel my wounded bones tear.

Save me, I die praying.

Welcome, brothers and sisters, to the
house of the Lord, and in his name we

give thanks.

I am so grateful to be here, graced by
your abundant

generosity with more provisions than any
man can consume, notwithstanding that

I am partial to breaking bread.

Recent events compel us to take heed.

Our children are missing.

Just this morning I heard word of
another boy, young Edward Brown, gone.

Vanished at cover of night.

What about our animals?

Dying.

No explanation?

Who gives a damn about your pigs? Our
children have been stolen. Our

animals are dying.

Horses, dogs, pigs, even chickens.

Our children and our animals, are they
not all

God's creation?

And what calamity has been bestowed upon
them? The

bane of their existence, is it a plague?

Is it a curse? Is it an untimely
pestilence befalling?

Help us, reverend.

Guide us.

Guide me to my child.

I am not afraid.

Not afraid.

Not afraid.

Do you not dismay?

Do you not weep a mother's tears?

Heathens are to blame.

Bloodthirsty natives.

Poison the animals.

Seize the children, scalp them, perhaps
eating them as you preach.

Yes.

Condemn the heathens, yes, of course.

They are heretics, are they not?

Heinous crimes imputed to the natives,
yes.

To me, that is comprehensive.

And before we cast so heavy a stone,
should we not take

inventory of ourselves?

We are children of God, and God is wise
and infinite.

And is it possible that this scourge is
but a stand?

God's judgment is upon us.

And I say to thee now,

Repent.

Repent.

Christ was crucified to save us from
sin.

Henry, don't you worry about all that
fire and brimstone.

You're a good boy.

Won't you be joining us at the dance
momentarily?

Oh, no.

I've got London -less liberty duties.
Mary, I bet she added a few.

I haven't gone.

Give her our best.

Will do.

Oh, at least I've got you and Henry to
keep my mental faculties in place.

Social events are not my forte.

Oh, is that so?

Well, I do respect your stalwart
position to forego what most

women would discern an obligation to
endure, despite any personal misgivings.

Nevertheless...

I decline to impale myself with cavalier
discourse as pretensions certainly will

prevail. I must ensure a confidant to
whom I can confide my rationalities as

their pomposity becomes unbearable.

Good day, George.

Sarah. Fine sermon, the new reverend.

Inflicted.

Miss Beckett and I were, oh, just
conversing.

about the wonderful soiree you've so
graciously arranged.

But I am remiss to learn, regrettably,
that Miss Beggett cannot attend.

Do tell.

I have a previous engagement.

An engagement?

So pressing that...

You must have scorned from our reception
to honor the arrival of the much

-anticipated reverend.

Surely, an engagement of such stature
would have found its way into your

calendar.

Well, Henry has chores.

It's a shame.

You know, Rose was so looking forward to
having Henry join her for the

festivities.

Perhaps chores can wait.

You had no choice, Joe.

You're in their employ.

It's time to dig your heels in, and this
just ain't it.

How are you feeling, Clara?

Like a sour melon, about to burst. Young
lady.

A mission to attend social gatherings.

Let alone traverse to such an event.

Claire only wants to make acquaintance
with the Reverend, Doctor.

Charlie, I don't care if the good Lord
himself took up residence.

Competence as to the consequence of
various anatomical peculiarities. That's

right.

Hereditary or ensuing from previous
illnesses for a woman in your condition.

And I would like some optimism that you
will attend to my diagnosis.

Bed. Rest.

Until the babies come.

Yes, sir. Yes? Yes. Yes. Yes, sir. All
right. Let's go.

That an agreeable? Indeed.

An endorsement, then.

Have you had occasion to speak with the
Reverend?

I have not.

Miss Beckett is our tutor.

She has done wonders with Rose.

Whilst you engage in conversation, Rose
was curious if Henry might like to play

with her zoetrope.

May I?

They're a good hand with Arthur.

Control the camera.

Perfect migrants.

The medicine.

It is a marvel.

Yes.

Your ailment has lingered, but I must
insist, my accommodation

is a lower dose.

You don't know the torment I carry.

I know your penchant for opioids.

Henry? Henry?

Henry!

I understand your distress, Miss
Beckett. I, too, am embittered by events

late. All in want for an indicator, a
sign, a trace, a clue to cause.

I'm doing the best I can with limited
resources.

I assure you my investigation is
forthright.

She's gone, Frank.

My boy is gone.

You're not the only mother whose child's
missing.

Charlie.

Charlie, accommodate Miss, uh...

Beckett, here, help her find her lost
boy.

Henry is not lost.

He was taken.

Just like the others.

Beckett?

I'm the Duke, Willie.

My girls don't work on credit.

You ever hear of professional courtesy?

Oh, you're a goddamn liability.

I'm already laying down just to sit one
of the ugly ones out.

Look at you.

The thought of my girls spreading their
legs for that slug that flitters out

between yours.

It's my job to keep your girls safe from
scoundrels. Now,

what happened?

When the wrong man steps foot near me.
Huh?

Put the knife away.

You're nothing but a stain.

Though I admire your compulsion to
intervene, the quarrel between that

or demurred and I... had not yet reached
Edward.

Next time, I'll let the prick gut you
and feed you to the hogs.

What's wrong?

It's Henry.

Right, come on.

Everything in order? It's a fucking
calamity.

We'll be in my office.

No interruptions.

Hey, wake up, Jack.

I ain't paying him to sleep.

If you don't mind, I'll stand.

I fancy standing. I said sit.

Yes, ma 'am.

You'll drink it on the job, ma 'am.
Don't be an asshole, Charlie.

Okay.

You need a drink.

I need my son.

We're going to find him. But the others,
they haven't been found. They've been

missing for days. We need some of them.
Hey, hey.

Don't worry about the others.

This is Henry.

We will find him.

We will.

Just

saying.

Next time LaGrange needs the law, he's
on his own.

I don't want you causing problems,
Cooley.

Ain't enough the children are missing?

Chief Justice in town, George Dern, is
spreading cheeks.

The one who's getting fucked.

Look, Ryan.

He's from Missouri.

You believe that?

But liquor ain't even French.

It's open.

Wanted to see me?

Silas and Sadie Ingram.

I know them. They've helped out by the
Overgate mine en route to Dillon.

That's them.

I have a little one, too, Emma.

They're dead.

Ryder came in and said the bodies are,
uh... Well, it ain't natural.

Need you to come take a look.

My bad.

Knocked on every door, checked every
tent.

Reckon we'll mount a search.

There's dwellings in the woods, not
quite into Indian territory, but might

worth... for the sake of exhausting
every option, of course.

When you speak of Indian territory,
where?

Or more likely, who is relevant to your
meaning?

Ma 'am, I am simply saying there have
been stories of people taken from their

homes and... Let's not act as though
we've not all heard reports of such

Tall tales told by those who sit on
stolen land.

Mary's right.

We just need to find Henry.

We searched every corner of the camp.

The boy just isn't here.

On that, Charlie, we can both agree.

You know the Reverend's door is always
open.

Does it have a name?

It's just a goat.

When it is near, you can feel the air,
glad and cold.

You can feel the hunger, anal and gaunt,
as if

risen from the earth.

Death and corruption, sept.

Torment, a revenant hunger.

Reverend, my son.

It has been the corpus of my prayers all
afternoon.

My mind betrays me, for I fear the
worst.

Come, my child.

Let us pray together.

For Henry's safe and swift return, the
Lord is patient.

And we, like the Lord, must heed
restraint. We must remain diligent in

faith.

He has a plan.

Oh, Heavenly Father, we do not presume
to ask for your plan. We ask rather for

your grace.

May your love shield Henry from harm
until he is

found.

Yes. In your grace, we pray.

Amen. Amen.

My child, hold to your faith

and rejoice.

Those who deny communion with our Lord
truly suffer.

Our faith shall be tested.

Is your belief in him resolute?

Yes. Yes.

We have to go into town today.

People need to know you're safe.

That you're home.

You are home, Henry.

We should pray.

Bless us, O Lord, in these thy gifts,
which we're about to receive from thy

bounty, through Christ our Lord.

Well?

Um... I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?

Well... The organs.

Do you see their coloring?

It's a ghostly bluish gray.

And her body is... It's bone dry.

It's out of this one's two.

And... Right here.

Two deep incisions.

No clotting.

It's... It's as if, um... It's as if
she... Her blood was...

Drawn out.

What the hell do you mean, drawn out?

We bury him.

Here.

Not a word of this to anyone.

So good to see you.

Please come in.

Something's amiss.

There is a darkness here.

Your boy.

He is in well.

No.

No, everything is fine.

It's just, since Henry's return, it's a
little... Well, it just needs time to

acclimate, that's all.

Henry's life is in danger.

As is yours.

You must find balance.

We are in harmony.

but the wholeness of nature.

The heart and the soul.

The spirit will guide you.

You must take heed for your life as with

Henry's eggs in the palace.

Here it is.

We should say a few words.

I'm good.

You stay.

Well...

Today

we honor the lives of Sadie and Silas
Ingram.

loving mother and father.

Oh, well.

I didn't know them.

Not really, but... their demise.

God damn you.

Whatever they've done in life to
displease your omnipotence, they sure as

do not warrant to perish.

With the utmost horror and bodily
suffering imaginable.

Oh, and their daughter, Emma.

Sweet thing.

I pray she is safe.

And I curse you.

If she has befallen a similar fate.

Hear this, oh Lord.

Mrs. Dern, the cherry pie was
delectable.

And worth the trip from Helena alone.

You're too kind.

An afternoon baking something sweet
always brings me solace.

Just solace, then.

Sarah,

darling.

It's getting late.

And Mr. Everett and I still have some
business to discuss.

Certainly.

Mr. Everett, it's been a delight.

Well.

Eminent domain.

Only had to say it once.

Execution of the errand, that's not a
complication.

Acceptance of your proposal is entirely
dependent upon payment.

Of course.

Facilitation will be costly.

My holdings are substantial.

Toast, then.

To our respective government.

Your reputation does not disappoint.

Without Judas, there'd be no Jesus.

Henry's back.

What?

Where?

How? This morning.

File accounts.

Whose account promotes such a report?

And why is notice of such an event?

Belated from my knowledge.

All I know is that the boy is back.

And he returned and walked in the house
to and fro and went up and

stretched himself upon him.

And the child sneezed seven times.

And the child opened his eyes.

Henry, will you join me in prayer?

The Granges.

Ten of the girls.

Much obliged.

We'll be home.

Henry.

It's good to see you.

Welcome back.

Well done, son.

Well done.

Visibly, he's fine.

He's not fine.

It's all in his eyes. He's not even
there.

Something is wrong.

Yes, yes, yes, yes. Something, something
is amiss.

Henry's disappearance and subsequent
emergencies.

Curious, indeed.

However, I am apprehensive to make any
concrete diagnosis regarding his current

condition.

As for the indisposition beset upon your
son, I regret to surmise that

his malady is beyond my area of
expertise.

Tell me what to do.

For now,

You go home.

Miss, you let the boy rest.

I will check on him later.

I'm afraid, Roy.

Joe.

Miss Cricket, excusez -moi, s 'il vous
plaît.

It would be lovely if I could have a
quick word.

Please allow me to express my sincere
gratitude at young Henry's safe return.

Much obliged.

It seems as though we are witness to be
a miracle, no?

Indeed. When I was a child, a pêcheur
was lost at sea. Many weeks came to

We presumed the worst.

But then... Mr. Lagrange, do you have a
query?

No query.

Just being neighborly.

Right. Please allow me to be your
escort.

So the pêcheur, upon arrival, was
vigorous, victorious, most of all,

Hello, Liz.

You should have been an actor.

You always were at Thompson's Colt.

And you?

Still so hateful.

You'd steal a coin off a dead man's
eyes. I don't have time to trade

John. What do you want?

How about a whiskey for starters?

You know I hate drinking alone.

That's why you and me never work, John.

I only drink alone.

Penny, for your thoughts, what do you
know of George Dern?

He's an asshole.

I mean, what do you know of him today?

I don't know. Same as you.

Mr. Dern and I had an appointment to
conclude a business transaction.

He was to meet me at his hotel.

He did not materialize.

Why don't you walk over to his fucking
house and meet him then?

That was not our arrangement.

I'll be back with a bottle.

One bottle, two glasses.

I need you to find out what's going on
at the turns.

And be discreet.

Allow me to apologize.

I confess I have not been entirely
forthright. No? Well, you asked if I had

query. And?

Well, I still await your reply.

In view of recent events, I restrain to
broach the matter, but with key

temporary return, it would seem only
reasonable that you would consider a

response to my proposal.

My answer is no.

But, Miss Beckett... I said...

What the fuck, Charlie?

It's your idea to squeak? You want me to
take him around back?

Goddamn. Give me his legs.

A wolf, most likely. Maybe a dog.

No foul play I can detect.

No, no. Just an unfortunate turn of
events.

What the fuck does that mean?

Well, it means the events have turned.

We got a problem.

At the Dern.

And?

It's best the doc takes a look.

Charlie, you stay here.

Put a lid on this box.

Where's that little girl?

This is how I found him.

I didn't touch a thing.

Something else.

Not there.

Sanguination. What?

Her blood has been drained.

I understand, Doc.

I'm asking you, what the fuck is going
on here?

Their blood has been extracted.

The dirt.

Same as Sadie and Silas. No other wounds
I can find except two

small cuts in their neck, which is where
they were.

Siphon, I conjecture.

This is absurd.

Actually, it's pathological.

I need answers, Hawkins.

Not a fucking diagnosis.

Well, clearly the maid didn't do it.

Did she?

Yeah. I'm sure she'd want the devil.

Bond out.

I'm going to be dying for this.

Otherwise, there's going to be hysteria.

I gave you explicit instructions to take
Henry home.

That is not the answer.

I suppose you know about the Grange.

I do. It was Henry.

What was Henry?

He killed the Grange.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

The damage to his throat is consistent
with that of a bite from a large

carnivorous animal.

Long canine teeth.

Two on top and two on bottom. You see,
look here.

These incisors are the first point of
contact between predator and prey.

It was Henry.

Becket, if you are resolute on a
narrative of fiction, I advocate you

from further solicitation. Damn it, Roy.

I was there.

He ripped out the man's throat.

I don't know what to do.

Sometimes the insight we seek lies
outside the province of Scythe.

Welcome, my friends, to the House of the
Lord.

to the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,
of whom the entire family in heaven and

earth is named.

He would grant us, according to the
riches of his glory, to be strengthened

might by his Spirit in the inner man.

I ain't playing games, son.

Like I said, she ain't here.

I'm just a messenger sent by decree.

Can't help you.

Jesus Christ.

Sheriff sent me to fetch her. Has some
questions is all.

Maybe you don't hear too well.

It ain't my leaning to repeat myself.

God damn it, soldier. You proceed
without telling me. You ain't walking

here alive.

I'll shoot you.

There is that possibility.

Tell your boss we ain't receiving.

Now get out.

Give me a clean heart, O God, and renew
a right spirit within me.

Cast me not away from thy presence and
take not thy holy spirit from me.

Restore unto me the joy of thy
salvation.

Uphold me with thy free spirit.

Amen.

Save your leg.

If you can.

Any further obtrusion, I'll have you
hanged.

Every last one of you.

Sit him down. Reverend, hold him down.
Give his leg up.

Easy, easy.

Hold him down, Reverend.

Enjoy the show?

Thoroughly.

Oh,

whiskey. How bad? Whiskey. How bad, Doc?

Bite down.

All right.

Hold his ankle.

Now!

On three.

One.

Two.

A testament to skill and merit.

Never have I been impressed by you.

Honesty.

Integrity. Restraint.

Attributes you do not possess. Still,
you're proving me a fool.

Now I see you're an evil man.

Listen, children.

The dead drain the blood and now the
drums.

It's unnatural.

Sadistic.

Covert. Let go of the rope and put the
gun down.

It's the engines.

God! See, that's wild savages. I condemn
them. Let her go!

I will have order in this camp. Sarah,
shut up, Charlie.

One more step.

I will shoot her dead.

She doesn't have to die.

You need a scapegoat.

One the captain will believe.

What's your order?

out of there, Charlie. I got orders.

The sheriff.

What he did is right.

What the fuck, Charlie? Who started you
on?

Shut up, Cooley.

God damn, that boy ain't right.

Joe! Joe! Joe!

I'm sorry.

I know. I know.

We need to get you upstairs.

She needs to go upstairs.

Henry, too.

Let's go. Everyone upstairs.

All right. It's all right.

Upstairs. It's all right.

Reverend, you keep an eye on him.

Easy on that leg.

No drink.

Why ain't this cozy?

Let us pray.

I thought you might be hungry.

Oh, no, thank you.

Okay. Well, there's more if you need it.

How's Mary?

Well, I imposed a coaching sedative, so
she'll be in repose for some time.

Yes, so I must ascertain the deputy's
condition.

I'll return directly.

Yes.

Where's Cooley and the Reverend?

They left.

What?

Must I remind you of the misery that
transpired earlier?

The man has a broken tibia.

Deputy Cooley is in no condition to put
pressure of any kind on that leg.

All I know is they was there before I
went in the storage room, and when I

returned, they was gone.

I ain't no babysitter.

They're gone.

Cooley and the reverend. Good riddance.

Fuck Cooley. We've got a bigger concern.

It's Saul.

Sheriff tortured Mary.

Saul confessed to murder. To everything.

He'll hang in the morning.

I got an idea.

If you deemed it of worth to allow me to
participate by explicating the

particulars of this notion, oh, you
might find there'd be some assistance

resource from there.

The Derns are dead.

You knew.

Yes.

I knew.

How, pray tell, would my delineation of
that untimely demise be of service to

you? Thern promised the Chief Justice to
arrange for the dolts in Washington to

force the Grange and me to sell.

Do you have a testament of this?

Chief Justice will get his money.

Just through a new addict.

A quid over small.

Same as the dance.

Doc, what the hell's going on?

Is everything all right?

No one goes in that room, understand?

Joe, wake up.

Where's Henry?

Maybe it was Mary.

Cape Justice Everett? Yes.

An Indian?

We don't know where she is.

No, but... God damn it. It looks like we
got ourselves two killers.

Charlie, where's Cooley?

Haven't seen him.

Everyone's disappearing.

That heathen witch.

She put a spell on this camp.

And my goddamn horse is dead.

This ends tonight.

We're going to hang, boy.

You and your squad.

No. No.

No. Right.

Right. His innocence.

No.

Johnny,

get the shackles in the rope.

No.

out of the stone.

So get the keys.

You're already swinging, Charlie.

Hold still. Hold still.

That's it.

That's it.

Sure you're all right, Doc?

I've... had worse.

What now?

Well, we're going to be okay tonight.

But come morning, we're going to need
some help.

What about Marshal Holton? No. Hold's
going to hang me for treason.

Sergeant Stance.

Served with him after the war, 9th
Cavalry.

Hmm. Buffalo soldiers.

Stance is a drunk and a brawler, but
he's a good man.

Last I heard, he was stationed in
Virginia City. Could be here by soon

I'll send a telegraph.

But, um... Saul, you need to leave town.

What of Mary?

That, my friend, eludes me.

Conversely, your safety if you stay here
will be compromised.

When I took this job, Clara looked at me
like I was somebody important.

Deputy Charlie Quinn.

It was respectable.

It was decent.

But I was naive.

This job is a lie.

You're a liar.

And there is devilry everywhere.

No bad can hide wrongful actions.

Who's there?

Mary here.

Check delivery in our cabin.

How are you here?

Charlie.

Turn this gun on Sheriff Martin.

Put him behind bars.

Guard him until we get help.

I can send a telegram to Virginia City.

I got a friend there.

You can't stay here.

It's not safe. George.

They don't know how to play safe.

He's different.

Like an animal.

He killed the Grange.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

But it won't hurt me.

Whatever happened, whatever changed him,
he knows I'm his mother.

Are you sure you want to see?

Are you the wolf?

Or the lamb?

Two pistols?

Close range?

With a rifle that night?

Ain't good odds for you, Joe.

It'd be better if you leave.

I applaud your confidence.

But you can't win.

Now what's it gonna be?

You heard the lady.

You should go.

Sure, you have the conviction.

Hey, Doc.

I can't clip.

We're restless as well.

I just don't feel principle taking leave
from Joe like we did.

Seems proper we rectify by looking in on
her.

It is so terrible what happened to your
Henry.

I yearn to bring you solace. May I
enter?

Yes. Yes, of course. Thank you. Let me
make some tea.

Oh, please, don't go through any
trouble.

No trouble.

A cup of warm water is good.

Your strength in this time is, well,
it's the true

tale.

Of your constitution.

You have endured so much darkness and
still.

You cling.

I'm reminded of Job.

He suffered too.

And his spirit shines through you.

Ironic, isn't it?

Using your own son's knife to cut his
throat.

My children, my children. Our children
are missing.

Your poor boy belongs to the realm of
which I...

What do you want?

Life eternal.

And I found my queen.

Winnie Henry?

Walk with me, and we shall embrace him
again.

They cannot.

Just so.