- (thumping) - (tense music playing)
- (gasps) - (music softens)
♪
(sighs)
voice (echoes): Emeline.
(music intensifies)
Hello?
♪
This isn't funny.
Sister.
♪
(voices whispering)
(rustling)
(Sister gasping)
(sand falling, rustling)
Sister.
- (blade slices) - (gasps)
(gasps)
(panting)
(Sisters groaning, crying, panting)
(yelps)
(unsettling music playing)
Emeline?
♪
(suspenseful music playing)
(growling)
(music softens)
- (grunting) - (blade clatters)
(both panting)
- What just happened? - It's alright.
- Where am I? - It's alright.
- (whimpers) - It was just a dream.
(heavy breathing)
(dramatic theme playing)
(singers vocalizing)
♪
(theme concludes)
(light, plucky music playing)
(drink pouring)
Aunt Valya,
I can't believe this is the first time
we've had you at our table.
Her fortunes fade, nephew.
Ousted from the palace.
Nowhere to go but the family she shunned.
The only thing fading, dear uncle, is your health.
It saddens me that your suffering
- has been this prolonged. - Oh, I'm sure it does.
If I may ask...
what happened at the royal engagement?
- An accident? - That Richese boy was murdered.
You sound so sure.
Everyone's talking about it.
I assumed it was your kind spreading the rumor.
We serve truth. Hearsay serves panic.
(mouth full) He doesn't mean to offend.
- Our house wouldn't know what a Truthsayer does. - (chuckling)
Well, perhaps it's time that changed.
The Sisterhood would like to elevate House Harkonnen
by offering you the services of a Truthsayer.
After decades standing idly by while your own house
claws its way out of the shit,
- now you choose to appear? - Perhaps we should confer.
The Sisterhood acknowledges its oversight.
You abandoned us. (coughs)
Strange, I seem to remember it the other way around.
(gagging, wheezing coughs)
(voices whispering)
- (whispering stops) - (coughing and gagging continue)
(inhaling)
Harrow, you could represent this house at the Landsraad.
The decision is yours.
Don't be a fool. She's after something.
Well, the more important thing here is,
what are you after, Harrow?
Better incentives for the whale fur trade.
Sister Theodosia, tell this young man what he truly desires.
(heartbeat thumping)
He's afraid that the other houses laugh at him.
No... worse. That they pity him.
- (heartbeat) - That he's so far beneath,
he's not even worth being considered.
He desires respect...
for himself and for his house.
Valya Harkonnen: What better way to gain respect
than by having the Mother Superior as your Truthsayer?
You would stand by my side?
As she stabs you in the back.
Let me prove our worth by ensuring you a seat at the High Council.
(intense music plays)
♪
Emperor Javicco Corrino: I'm glad the food is to your liking.
I've never had such riches.
Javicco: Well, you'll have nothing but the finest treatment from us here.
Isn't that right, children?
So, we're having breakfast with killers now?
Desmond, I hear you slaughtered many Fremen on Arrakis.
What I've done, I've done for the good of the Imperium.
Well, that makes me happy to hear.
Father, there's a rumor circulating about Pruwet's death.
Have you heard it?
I have.
And does it bother you?
What bothers me is the disrespect.
The talking behind my back.
That is the definition of a rumor.
(chuckles)
There's no proof the boy was murdered. It's absolute nonsense.
Regardless, it has left me terrified living in my own home.
Mother Superior, now that you've dismissed her,
I'd like to follow her to Wallach IX, like we planned.
Ynez, I'm sorry, but that's no longer an option.
Your mother's right. We need you here.
Show a united front...
especially for the High Council.
She doesn't attend the High Council.
Why not let her get away? At least for a while.
So, the one who got us into this mess
has an opinion on how it should be handled?
How is this rumor my fault?
Because it must've come from the Richeses.
If you kept your pants buckled and your mouth shut,
- they wouldn't have any false accusations to spread. - This is such a farce.
The rumor's true, isn't it?
Your new attack dog murdered Pruwet.
- Didn't you? - That boy broke the first and highest law.
No thinking machines.
And he was met with the appropriate consequences.
We will not be united as long as he stands at your side.
(tense music playing)
Sit down.
♪
(ancestral whispers)
Sister Emeline: I saw myself moving towards the well.
(whispers continue)
If Jen hadn't been there...
Sister Jen: Mother Tula?
(whispering stops)
Yes. Sorry. Uh, what else did you see?
- There was sand. - Sand?
Perhaps these acolytes should return to their studies.
Reverend Mother Tula, there are stories about Mother Dorotea.
(muffled clicking)
Mother Dorotea took her own life out of grief,
over the death of our founder.
Her memory should not be dishonored.
(muffled clicking continues)
- Are you using truthsense on me? - Sister Emeline.
(clicking stops)
- I'm sorry. - Good. Let's all get back to our studies,
as Sister Avila suggested.
(sighs) She's just grasping for answers.
Everyone is.
Emeline wasn't the only one having nightmares.
All of the acolytes were.
Hers just involved sleepwalking.
You all had it?
The same dream?
You'd have to ask the others. I didn't have one.
Sister Lila and Mother Kasha's deaths have
troubled their young minds.
It'll pass.
Best leave it alone...
lest you start up hysterics.
(regal music playing)
Speaker for the Hall: House Yasu.
Yasu noble: Present.
Speaker for the Hall: House Hagal.
Lord Hagal: Present.
Speaker for the Hall: House Gbangbala.
Baron Gbangbala: Present.
Speaker for the Hall: House Vernius.
Vernius noble: Present.
Speaker for the Hall: House Yaoufirks.
Baron Yaoufirks: Present.
Speaker for the Hall: Like gravity brings order
to the ever-expanding universe,
the governing body of the Landsraad
brings stability to our growing Imperium,
serving as a check against tyranny, injustice, and war.
(horn blows)
The High Council of the Landsraad
will now come to order.
Day one proceedings begin now.
(thumping chests)
"What you seek... is seeking you."
Javicco: Uh, excuse me.
- Your Majesty. - Sit.
Sit.
(fire crackling)
Was it you spreading the rumor the boy was murdered?
I would never use the truth against you.
Though I suspect there are others that would.
Valya Harkonnen.
Is that why you're destroying Kasha's Sisterhood book?
The Sisterhood has waged many a whisper campaign.
Perhaps the Great Houses could follow your lead.
What, and remove all the Truthsayers from the Landsraad?
I might as well announce I have something to hide.
The High Council will use it as a pretext to challenge my rule.
No one can take your power away from you unless you let them.
This is a time to be bold.
My father... when he walked into a room,
all eyes would look at him.
My forefathers battled titans...
forged a new Imperium,
but me, they just see me as a beneficiary
of my bloodline, nothing more.
(Javicco sighs)
Now.
What about when history is written?
How would you like to be remembered?
As an emperor that allowed the nobles to tread all over him,
or one that brought the Great Houses to heel?
Those who disrespect you,
disobey your laws... threaten your rule...
show them the man that you are.
(whispers) Use me.
♪
Now is not the time.
The Imperium needs stability.
The time to snuff a fire out is when a fool lights a match.
Not after your house burns down around you.
♪
I said no.
Horace: Duri. My favorite Ixian.
Duri: Who's this? I have rules.
- Oh, you can trust him. - (laughs) I don't trust you.
We can all trust this, though.
Ten million solari.
Do you know what your little request cost me?
- I had to lay low for weeks. - But you got it?
They don't call me "Duri don't worry" for nothin'.
The Imperial guards have been making things difficult.
I had to improvise.
(beeping, power surges)
This will do all the things you want, but better.
Better how?
Really big boom.
(indistinct chatter)
(club music playing)
I see the Landsraad's good for business.
Can't wait to spoil the party.
- So, no issues with the Ixian? - Keiran Atreides: None.
Duri got us an autonomous drone
modified with a thermal bomb.
Once I release it into the vents,
Duri swears it will make its way to the throne room.
As soon as the Emperor makes his appearance at the High Council,
Kieran unlatches the grates.
Then you hightail it out
before it reaches the dais,
- and then... - Our little resistance
becomes a full-fledged rebellion.
And the spice will finally flow...
to all of us.
I'm gonna program in the palace schematics.
Don't get into too much trouble.
You, um, you sure you're up for this?
You seem a little bit spooked.
- I don't need to convince you. - No.
But you should probably convince yourself.
Making the Imperium better comes at a cost.
You ready to pay it?
(tense music playing)
Valya: Tula, I received word of Lila's death.
I know you must be heartbroken.
She was a very brave young woman.
(exhales)
You'll never guess where I am.
But desperate times...
(sighs)
I feel haunted, Tula, by our past.
I can't escape it. Not even in my sleep.
I had a dream, like Kasha.
(Valya softly gasps)
I could use you here if you can--
(cracks, pieces clatter)
Sister Theodosia: We got word from Sister Mikaela.
The attack is moving forward as planned.
They're targeting the Emperor's speech.
Let them.
Once I save the Emperor's life in full view,
we'll be back in his good graces.
And what good is that if Desmond Hart still lives?
(sighs)
It's not wise to attack an enemy you don't understand head-on.
First, take out its limbs... diminish its strength.
And give yourself time to understand its weaknesses.
The rebels are using a thinking machine.
If you fail to destroy it,
you and the Emperor and everyone else in that room will die.
(squishes)
I won't fail.
I will destroy the machine
as soon as the Atreides boy releases it.
And then I will deliver him as a traitor to the Emperor.
But first, we need to get my nephew out there
- on the High Council. - How?
It wasn't us that put the rumor
about Pruwet Richese into play, but play it we will.
(indistinct chatter)
(tense music playing)
Lord Hagal: Take the machine.
Sister, is there a problem?
My Lord, about the Richese boy.
Is there truth in this rumor of the boy's death?
Our Mentats calculate the odds of immolation by toy malfunction
at one in 2.5 million.
- So, it was a cover-up. - Difficult to fully assess.
House Richese is refusing an investigation.
(softly) Are you suggesting they were threatened?
Uncertain.
But to launch a formal inquiry
is within the power of the Great Houses.
And if that inquiry yields no wrongdoing by the Emperor...
Then it could be perceived that
whomever lodged the accusation
is challenging his rule.
A treasonous act. Our house cannot suffer such a risk.
But you're right about the precedent.
The Emperor can't be given
the power to punish any house on a whim.
Perhaps... you could sway a house
whose gain outweighs the risks.
What house would be so desperate?
A lesser house.
A disgraced house.
A house with an over-eager baron.
(voices whispering)
- Harrow Harkonnen: Aunt Valya. - What is it?
The Landsraad, it ends tomorrow.
I've yet to hear from the High Council.
Shouldn't you be... out doing what you Sisters do?
(lift whirring)
(door whirring)
You were saying?
Mother Superior, we didn't expect your presence.
House Harkonnen's new Truthsayer.
Impressive.
Please... have a seat.
(light, plucky music playing)
(lift whirring)
So, you must already know House Richese's departure
left a vacancy on the High Council.
With your robust trade experience in whale fur,
your talents would be most welcome on the High Council.
We're here to extend a formal invitation.
♪
(whispers) Outstanding work.
House Harkonnen dutifully accepts.
There is one thing we ask, Baron.
We must be assured that you hold common cause with the High Council.
Baron Gbangbala: It is worrisome, wouldn't you agree?
The conditions under which House Richese departed.
Mm, it has been a source of concern.
Then you would also agree that the Imperial House
should not be able to move against another house at will.
That a formal inquiry should be launched.
Is this the will of the Great Houses?
So will it be House Harkonnen's.
Baron Gbangbala: Splendid.
We look forward to you opening the inquest
into the death of Pruwet Richese at the Landsraad.
What? You want me to accuse the Emperor?
If this house isn't up to the task...
No. I-I mean...
y-Yes. (stammers) I mean, (nervous chuckle) uh...
Just-Just one moment.
You have their support.
They're just looking for cover.
No one is above the law. Not even the Emperor.
By doing what the Great Houses are afraid to do,
you will elevate this house beyond its station.
We should wait for Evgeny. It is his house.
What has he ever done for it?
Aren't you tired of the way they look at you?
Harkonnen, the cowards of Corrin.
The past branded us, but the future can redefine our name.
Evgeny's not the future of House Harkonnen.
You are.
(light, tense music playing)
Take a seat, everyone.
Sister Jen, could I have a hand, please?
(doors shut)
This is an experiment.
The spice will help you open your mind's eye,
so that I can guide you
back along the neural pathway of your dreams...
revisiting what you saw,
but this time, you will be in control.
The only way to master the unknown is to make it known.
I want you to close your eyes.
Feel your heart rate slow.
A vision forms in your mind.
Now, take your charcoal.
Allow the connection between the mind and the body
to guide your hand.
Show me what you see.
♪
(Sisters breathing heavily)
♪
You are in control of this journey.
I want you to go deeper.
(Sisters sighing heavily)
♪
Push further into your mind.
Show me what you see.
Stop this.
Stop this!
I warned you not to indulge them in hysteria.
It's not hysteria.
Perhaps it's not a dream,
it's a message.
They are dreams. They are dreams of anxiety.
They're dreams of--
The well.
(Sisters shuddering)
Tula! What did you tell them?
- Tula Harkonnen: Nothing. - (Sisters gasping, grunting)
I want you to bring your awareness back into your body.
(unsettling music playing)
And I want you to feel the floor beneath your feet.
And I want you to open your eyes.
Tula, end this now.
Open your eyes.
(Sisters gasping)
Open your eyes, I said!
(Sisters panting)
(Sisters gasp)
♪
(panting)
God is watching us, judging us.
(shudders)
The reckoning is here.
(Sisters breathing heavily)
(water lapping)
Hmm.
(music fades out)
Your Grace.
All this talk of shows of strength,
and yet you're here behind a desk.
What is that?
Imperial surveillance files.
Machine dealers trading in illegal technology,
suspected clientele.
So many promising leads left unattended.
The time for leniency is over, don't you think?
Hmm.
The Emperor thought it unwise to act too boldly at this time.
If there is one thing to admire about the Sisterhood,
it's their decisiveness.
They choose where they want the future to go,
and they make a push.
You're the one that leaked the truth about the Richese boy.
Well, don't look so surprised.
You know why I did it?
The Emperor has an opportunity
to shore up his power.
If they fear his wrath over machines,
they'll fear him over anything.
Sometimes, Javicco just needs that little push.
(tense music playing)
Desmond Hart: There are criminals selling thinking machine technology
from the shadows.
(device beeps)
♪
I want you to find these machine sympathizers
who stir rebellion.
And you show them that our Emperor... is in no giving mood.
♪
(muffled club music playing)
(muffled chatter)
Tomorrow, we purge the sins of the Imperium.
But tonight, let us be the sinners.
(inhales)
I know what you're thinking.
Isn't this supposed to be what we're battling?
Tiny flecks of dust that give these monied bastards all the power.
Yes, it is.
- "Righteous, but not pure." That's what I say. - (chuckles)
(inhales)
(exhales) You're never gonna last if you don't
allow yourself a little fun along the way.
That's never been my problem.
(inhales)
♪
Fancy seeing you here.
Care to introduce me to your friend?
Nope. Come on.
You shouldn't be here.
I needed to get out and clear my head.
You know what's funny?
You could've been the one trapped
in a palace instead of me.
Vorian Atreides was offered the throne,
- and rejected it. - Yeah, maybe he saw what would come
of the freedoms he fought for.
Look around. We defeated the machines,
but we replaced one set of overlords with another.
Yet here you are, partaking.
(chuckles)
Righteous, but not pure.
My father is a good man.
♪
I have no doubt.
But you give any person that much power,
the only path becomes to try and preserve it.
How else do you explain his taking to that soldier?
Desmond Hart killed Pruwet and Kasha.
He admitted as much.
Yet my father does nothing except become more enamored.
(tense music playing)
What if there was something I could do to help,
but I'd hurt him.
Sometimes you have to burn a thing down before you can save it.
My father...
he survived an atrocity.
But he taught me that chaos can strike at any moment.
There is no protectin' from it.
It's better to act than not to act.
Say what you have to say to him and say it now.
(light music playing)
I'm sorry. I, um...
I'm trying to choose the right path, too.
(light, tense music playing)
(indistinct chatter)
That man in the portrait out there...
that's who you wear around your neck, in your locket.
It's my brother, Griffin.
What happened to him?
(inhales)
It's late, Sister.
- It's difficult for you to be here. - I'm tired.
And I didn't bring you here to be constantly questioned.
Then why did you bring me here?
Wasn't just to befriend the Princess.
You know why.
♪
I told you when I joined the order.
It was my one condition. I would not do that again.
We are up against something more powerful than we are.
Something that I don't yet understand,
let alone know how to defeat.
- Your talent-- - (forcefully) It's not a talent.
It's a last resort.
I won't ask unless I have to.
You already have.
♪
They all begin along different paths.
Small anxieties of their own minds.
And then the images begin to converge on the sand.
And Kasha's dream had sand in it too.
And Raquella's vision, she spoke of red dust.
It was never the well they were drawing.
It was Shai-Hulud.
And it was here that I lost control of them.
They started to reject my guidance.
And this, they all drew this.
No one... could see beyond this moment.
I didn't awaken them.
The fear did.
Of what?
This.
Whatever this is.
It calls forth a terror so crippling
that the mind screams to save itself.
It could be the nightmare
is a sign of what's to come.
Well then we must tell everyone
before it consumes us all.
If we did that, Sister Avila,
it would cause hysteria.
- We cannot hide this from our Sisters. - We must.
If what killed Kasha is rooted in fear...
then fear is the last thing we should be spreading.
Ynez Corrino: His Bashar is a monster.
Father isn't thinking clearly.
Constantine Corrino: What can we do? There's no proof.
Constantine, tomorrow, you and I, we're going.
We're going to tell the High Council
exactly who Desmond Hart is and what he's done.
(light, tense music playing)
You've been into the spice.
I know Father may have our heads,
but we could force the Landsraad to move on Desmond Hart.
You're talking about betraying Father...
in public.
I like my head where it is.
♪
You've let Father convince you you're weak
but I know who you are.
You're the boy who fought to save me
- when you could've just run away and escaped. - And failed.
I didn't save you.
- The Sisterhood saved you. - You stayed with me...
and that saved me just as much as they did.
I need your help again.
There'll be no coming back from this, Nez.
You are the bravest man I know.
Be brave with me now.
♪
(tense music playing)
♪
(music softens)
Javicco, it's not too late.
We can still get ahead of these accusations over Pruwet
- if you address them head-on. - It'll blow over.
You decided to attend.
I'm glad I could rely on you.
Um...
I, um...
I just came to wish you luck.
The High Council now welcomes
Padishah Emperor of the known universe,
Javicco Corrino the First.
May his reign shine as long as the stars.
all: May his reign shine as long as the stars.
(applause)
♪
(applause continues)
♪
Have you seen the prince?
The High Council will now hear bills of particulars
for submission.
- Baron Harkonnen... - (clears throat)
...floor is yours.
♪
(attendees murmuring)
My Emperor.
(music fades out)
Noble Lords of the High Council...
House Harkonnen moves to file a grievance
in the violation of Kanly.
The rules clearly state any noble house
without first filing dispute
or declaring a formal challenge--
Baron... the members of the High Council
are all familiar with the strictures of vendetta.
Your house knows the forms better than anyone.
(attendees laughing)
(light, tense music playing)
I... along with many...
believe the rules of Kanly were violated.
I call... for a formal inquest...
into the death of Pruwet Richese.
(attendees murmuring)
(indistinct chatter)
Speaker for the Hall: Which house are you submitting this inquest against?
Baron Harkonnen?
I can answer that.
The Imperial House.
(attendees exclaiming)
♪
I accuse his new man, Desmond Hart...
of murdering Pruwet Richese.
(surprised chatter)
- What do I do? - I think she just did it for you.
Speaker of the Hall: Order! Order! Order!
- Order! Order! - You want order?
(tense music playing)
- (groaning) - (thuds)
(grunts)
Let me speak of order.
The moment you set foot on Arrakis...
you are prey to a thousand predators.
I've seen desert owls swoop down
and rip soldiers' necks with their talons.
Then there are the scorpions, the wandering spiders...
and the wasps.
(attendees gasping)
They hide in your camp...
and prick you with venom and stop your heart.
But don't be afraid...
for there is an antidote.
A leviathan... that rises from the sand.
It is terrifying to experience.
But when it comes...
soldiers rejoice...
because they know, for a day,
the beasts of prey wreaking havoc upon them
will scatter across the desert,
scared... of the devil too.
♪
What the Princess says...
- is true. - (attendees murmuring)
But it was no murder.
You all saw for yourself
Pruwet Richese use forbidden machine technology.
It was an execution.
(attendees exclaiming)
An execution, ladies and gentlemen!
Much like how this whole council
would've been executed today...
had rebels detonated this thinking machine
as they had planned on doing.
(attendees gasping, murmuring)
(machine clatters)
♪
(bursts, energy fizzles)
There are predators in our midst...
and we need a leader...
who will chase those predators away!
From now on, there will be no... excuses.
No exceptions.
A hard line against thinking machines must be drawn!
♪
On your order, Your Majesty.
♪
(ominous music playing)
(hissing)
(sizzling)
(grunting, groaning)
(attendees gasping, murmuring)
(groaning, grunting)
- (groaning) - (clothes ripping)
- (sizzling) - (people yelling, screaming)
♪
(high-pitched ringing)
- (sizzling) - (straining, groaning)
(groaning)
- (groaning, grunting) - (sizzling)
(screaming)
(crackling, sizzling)
♪
(screaming continues)
- (wind blowing) - (thumping)
(sand rustling)
(thumping continues)
(rustling)
(growls)
(growling)
(tense music playing)
- (Desmond sighs) - (thuds)
(attendees murmuring)
(Desmond grunting)
♪
(exhales)
(breathing heavily)
(music softens)
(Evgeny laughing)
The Landsraad went that well, did it?
Are our fortunes restored?
I told you, boy, you'd find nothing but misery following her.
She cares nothing for this house. Only herself.
Not now, Great Uncle.
What happened?
Desmond Hart headed off the rebel plot before I could.
He then made a public show of his powers,
but...
His blood.
We must send it to Tula immediately.
She can trace it through the breeding index.
And then we'll know exactly who he is and where he came from.
(light, tense music playing)
You cannot do that again.
If I overstepped, please forgive me.
No.
No, I meant... this.
I didn't know.
Every time.
The pain is what brought me to you.
♪
And here you shall stay.
Mother Dorotea died from grief
but her beliefs did not die with her.
There are no truths concealed
that will not be disclosed...
or lies hidden that will not be made known.
When the judgment comes, heavens will be set on fire.
(light music playing)
For when we walk by faith and not by sight,
we are guided out of the darkness.
Lila, if you can hear me, please wake up.
I believe you are the key
to this reckoning.
You must be the one twice-born.
♪
Sister Emeline: You lied to us.
Emeline.
You murdered Dorotea.
You murdered Orry. You slaughtered the Atreides.
And now your sins has brought the reckoning to our Order.
(thumps)
Your lies must be cleansed.
I'm going to speak the truth to the whole of the Imperium.
You won't be able to silence me like you silenced Dorotea.
(ominous music playing)
(gasps)
- (blade slices) - (Emeline gagging)
(thumping)
(gagging)
(rumbling)
(growling)
(yelps)
Lila?
Anirul, wake up.
(energy surging)
(light music playing)
Lila.
(blade clatters)
You're alive.
(panting)
Where am I?
♪
(music fades out)
Valya: You think I don't care about my house?
I would've done anything for this house.
You're a murderer,
and we're the ones who had to pick up the pieces.
I chose the Sisterhood because they saw me.
They saw my potential.
And Griffin was the only one of you who was ever my equal.
(Evgeny coughing)
(coughing continues)
This house is nothing without me.
You exist because I allow you to exist.
(coughs) Griffin went to his death
because of your damned ambitions.
Your brother was going to build us back.
But that wasn't enough for you.
No. You had to fan the flames of a blood feud.
I avenged my brother.
The Atreides deserved what they got.
You are a black hole in this family. (coughing)
You, (coughs) you took Griffin from us,
and then, your poor sister.
I did nothing to Tula.
You knew how much she admired you.
You abused her love like you abused Griffin's
until you broke her too.
All you Harkonnens are cowards.
Too afraid to make difficult choices.
I will not apologize for what I did.
And I will not apologize for my strength!
It's not strength, it's sorcery.
I saw it that day before you left Lankiveil.
I knew then one day it would destroy me.
(grunts, coughs)
I don't need sorcery to destroy you, dear Uncle.
Your own weakness has always sufficed.
(ragged breathing, groaning)
(tense music playing)
(gasping, struggling)
If you'd had the courage to follow me like Tula did...
it wouldn't be the Sisterhood that now towers in the Imperium.
It would be House Harkonnen.
(groaning)
♪
(voices whispering)
male voice: Valya.
♪
(gasps)
(deep breath)
(sniffles)
♪
I understand now...
what it took for you to come back here.
And if you're willing to make the sacrifice, so will I.
I'll do whatever it is you need me to do.
Did I push you too far?
Everyone makes their own choices.
Including me.
(slight squelching)
♪
Thank you, Theo.
(squelching continues)
♪
(squelching, groaning)
(Theodosia yelling)
♪
(singers vocalizing)
(yelling continues, echoes)
(light music playing)
(singers vocalizing)
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