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1:07:02
My mother is blind on account of
the lye in the laundry kettles.

1:07:05
Soaking sheets for lunatics
has cost this woman her sight.

1:07:09
- This could cost her far more.
- You'll get more from her
with kindness than-

1:07:12
What could cause
a tincture like this ?

1:07:15
- I'm only a laundress, not a detective.
- Now is not the time-

1:07:18
Perhaps your kettles
are stained with rust.

1:07:21
Or maybe the lye is rancid.
1:07:24
Or maybe,just maybe...
1:07:27
these sheets once belonged
to our friend the marquis.

1:07:34
We've over 200 beds.
They could have been anybody's.

1:07:38
With such a fine thread count,
decorated in his very own script ?

1:07:42
She's lying.
It shows in her face.

1:07:52
- We're clearing everything out.
1:07:56
- Almost done, sir.
- Remember, anything
he could fashion as a quill.

1:07:59
His entire room stripped bare.
1:08:01
So the doctor cracks his whip
and you dance !

1:08:05
My bed, gone.
Am I to freeze to death ?

1:08:08
Go on, take his rug.
1:08:12
- Take it.
- That's a Turkish weave, you idiot.

1:08:14
It costs more than
you'll earn in a lifetime.

1:08:16
- His chair.
- Fine. Take it. Take it all.

1:08:21
- Here.
- There you go.

1:08:26
And this-
Careful, it's slippery.

1:08:28
You've no idea
where it's been.

1:08:30
Let's not forget Mary,
sweet Mary,

1:08:32
the Jewish whore,
God's little harlot.

1:08:35
Virgin birth ? An entire religion
built on an oxymoron.

1:08:39
His wine.
1:08:44
From now on,
nothing but water at every meal.

1:08:47
- Water ?
- And your meat shall be deboned.

1:08:50
- Why this sudden torture ?
- Because your writing
continues unchecked.

1:08:53
- I didn't create this world of ours.
I only record it.
- Its horrors, perhaps.

1:08:57
Its darkest nightmares.
And to what end ?


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