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No!
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Tell me what I am, Rowan.
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Aaron was in the dream. A dream tilled with spirits. you killed him, didn't you...?
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It was an accident. Gifford, too.
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The portraits, Lasher. Why are the witches always before a door...? Tell me, Lasher. Now!
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They want to come back. We have a pact of mutual desire and consent. The Mayfairs ar. a beautiful tapestry. I have weaved you all together from the start. I brought Petyr Van Abel to Suzanne. He had genius in him. Scientific, precise. It was a perfect start. And on it has gone father to mother... sister to brother... father to daughter...
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Oh god...
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Ju1ien was your father Your greatgrandfather your grandfather and your father. All one in the same... That is why he fought carlotta for your life.
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Rowan and I will be together now. My time has come. Your time is gone.
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No! Don't! Lasher!!!
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Parents say he uh fell
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Anybody got a BP yet...?
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and he seemed okay. Just banged his
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FAST.
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uh then he be just
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He just went out like & light
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Massive subdural hamatoma. We have to evacuat it right now.
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I'll tell OR we're bringing
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He's herniating! Forget OR. He's dead batore he's oft the elevator Get me a trephine tray Anesthesia stat! We need him intubated and blow down!
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Mum... Oh Mum, God will surely strike us
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Wind I love you with that which is endless within me. Bring me your eyes your touch your voice...
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Go back, MICHAEL... Go Back
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The door, Michael. find the key...
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Help us. Do what you can.
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Michael... Do what you can.
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Michael... Help us... The door!
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Lasher bring us through!
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Now, lasher it is our time.
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E11ie Diedre died at five o'clock this morning. Obviously, there are 1egal matters. Your discretion will be
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Hello...? Who is this...?
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Who is this...?
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Rowan Mayfair. Who's calling...?
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I wish to speak to Ellie Mayfair.
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I beg your par
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When did she die...?
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Who is this...?
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This is your aunt. Carlotta Mayfair. In New Orleans.
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I don't have any aunts and I've never heard of a 'Carlotta' or, for that matter a 'Diedre'! Just who
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Diedre Mayfair was your mother.
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My...mother...?
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Yes. Listen carefully, Rowan. Have your attorney contact me at once. There are matters of immediate
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But my mother... Ellie said she died
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I under5tand. All the same
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Ellie said she died when I was BORN! She's been alive...? ALL THIS TIME...? Why have I been lied to when
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I had you sent away.
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Who the hel1
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It was quite warranted by the situation. I realize this is a shock, but really, Rowan you never even knew her. It's not as if you've suffered some great
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What's the matter with you...?! What kind of person are you...?!
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A very tired one. I've been up all night and I would .like to rest before the funeral. Have your lawyer
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When is the funeral...? I am coming to my mother's funeral!!
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Out of the question Rowan, coming here will not change the
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I'm coming down there!! And it you put my mother in the ground betore I arrive, you'll wish you'd never seen my face! IS THAT UNDERSTOOD...?!
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You came. I'm your Aunt Carlotta, my dear.
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I want to see my mother. Where is she...?
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In the coffin, my dear. where else...?
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She was alive all these years... You NEVER let me know her. Who gave you that right...?!
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A Mayfair it ever I saw one.
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I might as well be Rowan Smith or Jones! you cut me off from every
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I'm tired. I need to rest.
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There are things I have to know!
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I don't want the
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Other properties as well here and in Europe. And vest holdings in sugar, oil, gold, electronics. Liquid funds over eighty million. tmpcssible to put a figure on it all. All yours now.
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Eighty million doll ?
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And this if you decide to take the rest.
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What is it...?
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The lamplight. That's all.
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You can see well in the dark, Rowan.
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Better than most, I suppose.
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Put your hatred for me aside, so you can clearly see what is ahead
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You kept her in this filth in restraints...?.
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She didn't feel them
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You're a monster.
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Antha...your grandmother...her life ended there, on the stones. Head split open like a melon.
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Why are you doing this...? Handing out these horrors! Why...?!!
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You have the Mayfair eyes. Tell me, Rowan what have those eyes seen that the mind can't fathom...?
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He's shown himself to you... on the deck. In the storm.
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'He'...?
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Lasher touched you and you loved it.
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It wes a dream...!
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Just like your mother and all the others that felt him and used his power and went to hell with a smile!
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Stop it!
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Witches. Rowan. that is what we are.
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ENOUGH!!!
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And that is why I pushed your grandmother onto the stones even as she had him inside her...
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You're mad! Your mind is sick!
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...and why I put thirty years between you and the beautiful monster. To kill the legacy! you are the sum of his desires
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You are a murderer.
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But I had to use my hands. None before you could kill with their mind. Graham, my dear. Your uncle...?
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Did you like it...? Looking down at Graham and knowing what you could do...?
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I'm NOT like you! I'm NOT! You're cruel
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Down here. darling, we figure: If you're taking a trip to God knows where might as well have one hell of a goingaway party.
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In certain cases, hell is the operative word.
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Giff shuttup. you're mother was a sweet child, Rowan... A lost little girl in a world too full at things
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You babbling that nonsense now...? This is a wedding.
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I'm not saying I believe it...but I heard it 'nough times to know somebody did. They made a deal with the devil. Y'know "make us rich" worship the number thirteen the whole bit. And some stuff about 'bringing them all back through a door...'
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Gifford Mayfair I'll cook your tongue on a spit! witches!
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Hell Julien believed it... Carlotta too... and god knows, more than a few of us called her a witch!
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Rowan I'm Beatrice Maytair. Your cousin. Deedee...you'r mother and I we we grew up together.
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I want to see my mother.
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I hope Ryan explained that if you stay in this town, you're shackled with pushy relations for the rest of your life.
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