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Tease: Cathedral Square, Port-au-Prince, Haiti. 1 SFX Ambiance of the busy square, unfortunately, people here speak pigeon French and listen to Merengue, so our usual ambiance is gonna be a pain. We should have fruit vendors and chattering people, honking horns, donkeys walking by, church bell ringing. The whole ball of wax. We should get in touch with the Creole institute to provide this ambiance... and appropriate translations for bits. This could be a lot of fun, and the richer the tapestry of sound and voices in the background, the better. 2 Vendor: (needs appropriate translation) Bon jou', Blanc. How are you today? Here to see the Cathedral? Newspaper? Cigarettes? Tablettes? A cold drink? 3 Cardamon: uh... Damn. Bonjour. (in standard French, well spoken) I'm having problems understanding, do you speak English? 4 Vendor: fruit cart. English? No, no parle. Over there...the
5 Cardamon: Gracias. Good morning. (he walks off and vendor returns to selling stuff. comes up on the next cart.) Bonjour, tidam. Parle Engles? 6 Vendor 2: (thick accent, of course) Yes... I speak some english. You need cigarettes? cigar? map maybe? 7 Cardamon: 8 Vendor 2: I need to find someone. Uh, a Taxi driver.
Taxi's over there, mister.
9 Cardamon: Uh, not just a taxi, I need to find a driver. You know Uncle Harry? 10 Vendor 2: Uncle Harry? Oh... Tio Harry! Oui! You looking for Uncle Harry. He drive de Black car. Over there. You find him, easy. (laughing) Him tall... no hair. You see? 11 Cardamon: Merci, madam. Merci.
12 SFX Cardamon crosses the square and we get more fun ambiance. the Taxi stand is an exciting little place. All the guys jump up and try to get him in their cabs.
Pardon... You are Uncle Harry?
14 Uncle Harry: (man, this dude's voice is deep, deep, deep.) None other, Mister English. Uncle Harry at your service. You need taxi, I best taxi in all city. (opens door) Come, Mister, come. 15 Cardamon: (getting in) Merci. (react to cab while he gets in on the other side and starts up the car, he could have some local music on the radio) 16 Uncle Harry: 17 Cardamon: going, Harry. find you. Where to, Mister? Hotel? Restaurant? I was hoping you could tell me where we're I'm a friend of Dermott O'Brien. He told me to
18 Harry: Dermott...? You friend of Irish! C'est Bon! Is Monsiuer Dermott in Haiti again? Where do we find him? 19 Justin: No, he couldn't come. He's not well, Harry. He's haunted... a bad loi. Dermott needs our help. 20 Harry: Bad loi....mystere. Bon dieu. (rattles bone bag hanging from the rearview mirror) You bocor like Monsiuer Dermott? 21 Justin: Yes. Yes I am.
22 Harry: I'll take you... I know where. You trust Uncle Harry, Mister. We'll help Irish. Nous aller. INTRO MUSIC Scene 2 The house of Dr. Baptiste 23SFX 24 house boy: 25 Harry: Doctor. 26 Houseboy: 27 Harry: 28 Houseboy: 29 SFX 30 Harry: what's wrong. Baptiste. Knock, and a door shall be opened unto you. bon jou', monsiuers. (in creole) the white man wants to see the Is he sick? No. get the doctor, boy, hurry up.
come in. door close, boy runs off. We talk to Dr. Baptiste, first. You tell him Maybe he can fix, huh? He's a mighty good man, Dr.
31 Cardamon: 32 Harry:
Is he a medical doctor? Yes. Very wise man. Here he comes now. Louis didn't tell me
33 Dr. Baptiste: (in french) Oh! Harry. it was you. How are you? 34 Harry: Bien, merci. friend of Monsieur Dermott. 35 Cardamon: you.
This here is Mr. Justin, he's a It's nice to meet
Justin Cardamon, Doctor.
36 Baptiste: Certianly a pleasure. Won't you come in, (yells to Louis for cold drinks) we can sit in the garden and get better acquainted. 40 Cardamon: 41 Baptiste: Dermott Obrien? 42 Cardamon: Sounds fine. Its just through here. Yes. You know him? So you're a friend of
43 Baptiste: We've had occaision to meet more than once. Please, have a seat. You're interested in Les Daimons du Culte Vodu, as well, I assume. 44 Cardamon: Yes.
45 Baptiste: You'll forgive my asking... You aren't affiliated with the Gendarme or any such thing, are you? 46 Harry: C'st bon homme, Dr. Baptiste.
47 Baptiste: Harry would know...have to look out for such things. So, what specifically brings you to Haiti, Mr. Cardamon? 48 Cardamon: I need to pick up the vein of research that Dermott was following when he was last here. 49 Harry: Mr. Dermott has a duppie, doctor.
50 Cardamon: The problems that we've been encountering may have origin with Dermott's abduction by a secret cult he was studying here. 51 Baptiste: about this, Harry? Held prisoner was he? Did you hear anything
51a Harry: No, sir. He just come and go and then he don't come... I was thinking he went back. 51a Baptiste: Odd, and I know quite a few of the papaloi in this area. So you want to find this cult then, Mr. Cardamon. He's in the states, you say? Seems unlikely he would be having
Zombie problems from a cult here. it all at once I should think.
They would have taken care of
52 Cardamon: I know. Its not like creole voodo or obewah that I've had experience with, either. There is a connection with a seventeenth century warlock in New England. 52a SFX Boy arrives with refreshment tray.
53 Baptiste: Black magic of another color, eh? Tell me about this cult that Mr. Obrien was observing. The last time I actually spoke with him he was collecting information on Papa Nebo. 54 Cardamon: The hermaphrodite oracle, right. I think that research led him to a culte de morts that had remained secret for centuries in a stretch of mountains north of here. (little book noise) Here, Dermott wrote down what he could... I think there's a map among the sketches. yes, it's rough, but maybe it means something to you. 55 Baptiste: May I see...(leafing through) Oh, my. Harry, did you know that this was what Monsiuer Dermott was working on? 56 Harry: just disappeared. 57 Cardamon: No, Doctor. He didn't tell me nothing. What's up? You know the cult? He
58 Baptiste: Well, not exactly, Mr. Cardamon. I know the legends. I do not think Mr. O'brien was aware of what he was observing at all. Does he have any recollection? 59 Cardamon: 60 Baptiste: 61 Cardamon: They wiped his brainbox pretty clean. Excuse me? I mean, no. It looks like he was brainwashed.
62 Baptiste: Do you happen to know the details of his recovery and return to the United States? 63 Cardamon: Not really. I think he wandered into some village or something and then he got to the consulate. Is it important? 64 Baptiste: Perhaps. If he escaped or was released...(trails off into thought) 65 Cardamon: Beggin' your pardon, Doctor, but you mind filling me in here? 66 Baptiste: Oh, pardon moi. I can tell you what I've been able to piece together, Mr. Cardamon, this particular story is one of my...favourites. Louis! (asks him to bring a particular book from his study...en francis, of course) Its one of countless similar legends around the islands: a secret death
cult that hid itself in the jungle mountains. The colonists would tell the tales among themselves... I'm sure you're familiar with such things. 67 Cardamon: Sure.
68 Baptiste: It appears that this might be more than just legends and folk tales, according to these notes. Quite a find for Western students of the African religions like you and Mr. O'brien. 69 Louis: (Creole) Here is your book, Doctor.
70 Baptiste: Merci. Yes. (flipping pages) The slave ship. I think this is what Mr. O'brien may have discovered. He should have come to me with it, but Dermott kept to himself always. Not a great collaborator. 71 Cardamon: I could see that.
72 Baptiste: Well. (page flip) It starts... here. From the log of the ship Swallow, 478 tons burden. She cleared from Whydah, August 4, 1783 with some 550 men, women and children crowded in her hold, already condemned to life and death in bondage. Master of the vessel was... Caleb Hayward. 73 Cardamon: Excuse me, you said Hayward?
74 Baptiste: Yes. That was his name, an American as near as I can tell. Here is the contract for separate trading which bears his signature. And the agreement with the ship's surgeon: a Dr. Edmund Davis, late of the africa station. 75 Cardamon: This is unbelievable.
76 Baptiste: Just wait... It's a horrible business. The crossing of the middle passage, that's when it started... August 10, afternoon... Fresh and fair, making reasonable speeds...Losing sight of the mainland has reduced the number of negroes who try to cast themselves to the sea to nothing... If we can manage to stay in this favorable wind I expect to catch the trades earlier than expected... 77 SFX Fade up and under the reading on the Ringing of ship's bell, call for the watch. We're on a square rigged ship, creaking and gusting and swishing and sloshing. 78 Bosun: Swensen look lively there. play the pipe, boy
79 SFX a tin whisle plays a kind of jaunty dance, but make it pathetic and sad if you can. 79 Bosun: 80 SFX: dragging. Start bringing them up, Diego. shackled feet coming up on deck, chains
81 Diego: do it, Dick. 82 Bosun: Show 'em.
Dance... come on.
Dey don' wan
Dr. Davis says they dance fer their suppers. (laughing) That's it! Dance! Whip cracking, Dancing. boots on deck walk up Dick Dunham! Aye, cap'n.
83 SFX swiftly to stop 84 Caleb Hayward: 85 Bosun:
86 Hayward: Watch that you use the cat prudently, man. They dance to exercise their cramped bodies, not for your pleasure. Perhaps Mr. Gerry needs to offer you a constructive lesson on the effective use of that whip. 87 Bosun: No, sir. Carry on with the
88 Hayward: Very well then. exercise and feeding. Come, Mr. Gerry.
89 Gerry: (whispers) It’s the best horse that runs at the shadow o' the whip, Dicky boy. The shadow. heh heh. (shoulder pat) 90 Hayward: How goes the swabbing below, Mr. Gerry? There's a woman
91 Gerry: They haven't begun yet. below who refuses to come on deck, sir.
92 Hayward: It is imperative to the health and well being of this vessel's crew and cargo that the filth on the 'tween decks is scrubbed with vinegar. I expect my orders to be carried out, Mr. Gerry, they are not made in vain. Have the big blacks the dutchman sent drag her topside. 93 Gerry: below, Captain. 94 Hayward: They won't touch her sir. You have to come Infernal business...
95 SFX: go below decks, ladder down to tight, claustrophobic environment. 96 Hayward: 97 Hatcher: What in hades is going on down here, Hatcher? Cap’n, She won't come up, they won't take her.
98 Mamaloi: (African t.b.t.) the devil is on this boat... keeps on rattling throughout the scene. 99 Male Guard: she's spooky. (African t.b.t.) I'm not touching her, man,
What are they saying Hatcher?
101 Hatcher: She's a holy woman or a witch or somethin', sah. They're afraid of the old biddy. Says she's got magic. 102 Hayward: How did she get on this boat? Too old to bring a good price. Bloody Hell. 103 Hatcher: I think she's saying that her daughter was taken by a devil-man. Hah. Crazy. 104 Hayward: 105 Hatcher: 106 Gerry: 107 Hatcher: raises holy hell) Hatcher, drag her topside. They all eat. Me, sir? You heard your Cap’n, sailor. Aye, sir. (he does so begrudgingly and she
108 Hayward: Set the detail to swabbing, Mr. Gerry. I want this filth off my ship by the time the negroes are fed. And tell Dr. Davis I will have the pleasure of his company at my table this evening. 108a Gerry: Right away sir.
109 SFX pan ship's bell and crash a wave across the speakers, the dinner scene at the captain's table is underneath. Draw this out and it could be a really cool wipe effect. Dishes slide and wood creaks below decks. You might hear a nautical shout outside the room once or twice, too. 110 Hayward: She seemed sincere, Doctor. I believe her daughter was aboard. 111 Davis: (he's evil, honey, pure and simple) You can't trust them, Caleb... filthy, degenerate lot. Mistake that a mother and child were ever put on the same ship... you'd be wise to deal with other factories should you decide to make another voyage. 112 Hayward: Never the less, I want a full accounting of the cargo's mortality tomorrow. And this "devil man" business... Mr. Gerry, you will inform the assembled crew tomorrow that their captain will not tolerate any... indulgences taken at the expense of the cargo. 113 Gerry: As you wish, sir.
114 Hayward: Yes. well I trust that will be all then. Good evening, gentlemen. 115 SFX decks. They bid good evenings and walk out on the
He's a tight one, then, eh Doctor?
117 Davis: What? Oh, young Captain Hayward's not cut out for the Africa Trade, really. I'm afraid he won't make it. 118 Gerry: Doctor?
119 Davis: ...oh, to the Guinea coast again, I mean. First and last trip, eh? Well, I'm going to turn in; good night, Gerry. 120 SFX walks off a ways across decks and unlocks his cabin door (OK, technically, it would be right across from the Captain's door, but that would be too small, then, wouldn't it?) the door opens and there is the muffled anxious and frightened whimpers of a gagged girl. 121 Davis: (sick whisper) Hello dear... so glad to see you're still alive. I guess dinner didn't drag on as long as it felt. Lets have a better look at you... You know, we were just talking about you. Were your ears burning... 122 SFX serious muffled whimpering at this point is really appropriate as a burning candle is moved ever so closely up to the mike ... sizzle. 123 Hayward (or baptiste, what ever you like): (this is the log, so an appropriate voice effect on top of an illustrative sfx track would be really cool. You could even have pen scratching...ooh, that'd be cool) September 5, pm. Hot and Fair. We maintain good speed and heading, thank god, for another day at least. I cannot wait for land fall in the leewards, I should never have emarked upon this dreadful voyage. The stench from below is such that I can hardly bear it. Hatcher remains afflicted from the blindness, and his body continues to waste away in the filth up in the focsle... now an infirmary for the poor wretches who have fallen to the diseases of the dark continent, or so Dr. Davis claims. Yet, below... the witch in the hold howls at night and the slaves no longer exercise themselves to the fife, instead pounding their native rhythms and dancing in frenzied circles. This ship is truly a death ship, the sharks trail behind us, gorging themselves on the corpses of the dead cast overboard. I sought knowledge of life in taking this voyage, not expecting this ghastly spectre. I do not regret leaving England and my brothers of the fraternitas, but as the days stretch on... 124 SFX knock knock
125 Bosun: Capn? Beggin your pardon sir. I was told to inform the Capn that Dr. Davis' surgery was, as suspected, not quite successful. 126 Hayward: Mr Gerry is dead, then. Assemble the crew on the foredeck at the next bell, Mr Dunham. You are acting as the first mate now. Understand?
117 Bosun: 118 Hayward:
119 Baptiste: (back in the garden) The Swallow made the middle passage in fairly good time, but disease continued to plague the crew, and the captain begins to note here that as they came up into the Caribbean, the ship fell into Irons and for days made no progress... 120 SFX: blah blah blah 121 Diego: Bell ringing and footsteps and ship noises, Buenos Dias, Capitan Hayward.
122 Hayward: There's not much good about it, Diego. Still no wind. This infernal heat is worse than the Gold Coast. Mr. Dunham, how are the stores holding out? 123 Dunham: Water is running low, sir... If we don't get a rain soon, we'll be in trouble in a few days. There's mush enough for the slaves, but palatable food for the crew is about run through. 124 Hayward: Food's not a worry; who could eat in this heat? Half the water ration again, Mr. Dunham, slaves and crew, one and all. 125 Dunham: But the sick, sir?
126 Hayward: You have your order. Any man who feels unjustly treated will contemplate his station in life while spiked to the quarter deck. Am I making myself clear? 127 Dunham: 128 Hayward: (walks off) 129 Diego: gon' die here. 130 Dunham: Aye, sir. Very well then. Where the hell is Dr. Davis?
The ship is cursed, Dick Dunham... we're all Shut up, Spanish bastard...
131 Diego: The witch, she curse us... black magic, Dicky, she mighty strong. 132 Dunham: 133 Hayward: now! 134 Dunham: lord... (eeeuch) 135 Hayward: I said curb your tounge you dog... (shriek) Dunham! To the surgeon's quarter's (general scamper) Cap'n, what's the... Good Clap Dr. Davis in irons, Mr. Dunham. (Dunham
calls for assistance) 136 Davis: The surgery... Don't be rash, Caleb, you don't understand. You are a
137 Hayward: You take me for a fool, Davis. butcher, not a surgeon. 138 Davis: mistake.
You're making a mistake, Caleb; a dire
139 Hayward: You will address me as your Captain, doctor. (the sailors arrive and are shocked and disgusted by the bloody scene in the surgeon's quarters, Dunham directs them in the background) Dunham, scrub the blood from him with seawater... I should give you to the savages, Davis. Take what's left of this body and cast it overboard, linnens and all.... (sfx appropriate disgust and yuckyness as the sailors wrap up the sticky, bloody mangled corpse and remove it. Color this scene well) 140 Hayward: (fade up the log/ narration voice track) ...days pass and the slightest breeze would be a godsend. The crew, or what remains of it, could not understand the actions of our doctor and have attributed it to madness. I alone know the touch of pure evil that made Edmund Davis raise his hand to inscribe those bloody symbols above that desecrated corpse. I cannot describe the chill that passed through me when I saw the triskele, anymore than I can describe the feeling of icy fingers closing around my throat as I sleep... He is one of them, or was one of them... and he knows that I am aware. 141 SFX Ship's bell. distant thunder. the slaves are singing a weird mass. 142 Sailor: capn. Still as glass, sir. below decks,
It's coming our way,
143 Hayward: Aye. make ready for the storm, we'll try to ride it out of these blasted waters. 144 Bosun: Shall I cut down the Doctor, Capn?
145 Hayward: (pause) No. Ready the rain barrels, Mr. Dunham. At least we'll have fresh water to drink on our deathbeds (fade out) 146 SFX: Big thunder and rain. Storm at sea. Wind.
147 Bosun: Hold her steady, you dogs! Hold her steady! It's like the wrath of god, cap'n. we haven't enough hands to hold the old girl together in a gale like this. 148 Hayward: 149 SFX 150 Hayward: Keep your course, Mister. thunder clap Dunham! Davis is gone... did you cut him Man the pumps!
down? 151 Bosun: overboard, capn. He probably was shook loose and washed I didn't... urk! gurgle! Ack! (he's shark bait)
152 Davis: I believe I'll take this trick at the helm, Dunham. A Beautiful day to be at sea, don't you think, Caleb? 153 Hayward: You devil!
154 Davis: Ah, Charon the ferryman of Styx should envy me this fine vessel. 155 SFX arm himself. Hayward runs below decks to get the keys and
156 Hayward: Diego! muster the hands, I'm opening the weapons locker! The doctor must be killed on sight. 157 Diego: (affected voice) The bidding of the master is my joyful command. Your spirit will make him strong. 158 Hayward: Back... demon!(Sfx sabers clashing and stabbing Diego) He's turned the crew... taken the ship. (oh dispair, oh agony, oh black fate.... the sound of the frightened slaves in the hold are heard above the storm) The negro witch. The witch... 159 SFX Hayward makes his way through the ship, which should be shipping water now since no one is manning the pumps. the keys jingle and the hatch is opened. The slaves fall silent at the sight of the huffing ragged captain. The mamaloi steps forward and speaks; her voice is the african, but mix a translation in to suggest the ethreal level of understanding that she is capable of conveying to Hayward. 160 Mamaloi: The devil man come to take us to hell, white man. Him take us all. Mighty Agove' is angry. Ogun Badagris calls in the sky for the evil one. (SFX thunder) 161 Hayward: opening) him. We... have to stop... (keys jingling, locks Is your magic strong enough...
162 Mamaloi: Damballa Oueddo, the serpent father is strong. We open the gates and trap the evil spirit. 163 Hayward: Come. (tosses the keys) Free them all.
164 SFX Hayward and the mamaloi and several slaves go up on deck as the slaves below continue freeing themselves. The storm rages, the bell rings as it rocks back and forth. The Africans set into attacking what remains of the possessed crew 165 Davis: You hide behind the skirts of the Black witch? What would the proud Fraternity say, Caleb? 166 Hayward: You're the renegade they spoke of... the
warlock's spirit. 167 Davis: What point in sharing my power and knowledge for their gain? I alone shall hold the reigns of space and time. I alone shall be god. 168 Mamaloi: Damballa goubamba....Kinga do ki la (claps each sylable of the last phrase and repeats) 169 Davis: Your primitive charms and chants are useless against me, bitch. And you… a novice, too afraid of rites of the pathetic order of the triskele… you expect to defeat me? 170 SFX 172 Hayward: 173 Davis: this ship for me. (sword strikes wood and steel) You shall not take these spirits. The winged beasts of the outer dark will sail You will all be mine.
174 SFX: The sword battle continues. The slaves begin chanting and drumming on the ship: "Ybo le' le'; Ybo le'le'; sang ybo ca oupote' pou moin ybo; ce moin ou oue." Lightning strikes and fire starts, a yard arm crashes to the deck. 175 Davis: I am immortal! Cut me again, Hayward. You see it is useless.
176 Hayward: (ding ding) the bell... capture the spirit in the bronze. (sword strikes the wood and steel and rope repeatedly, the ship's bell falls to the deck) The bell, woman... use the bell! (clash, clash) 177 SFX: Hayward lashes into Davis with the sabre as the voodoo bell is readied and chaos consumes the vessel. 178 Hayward: (grunting and fencing) You should have chosen a stronger vessel to carry your spirit. I need know no magic to sever the silver thread... my steel will suffice... 179 SFX: the killing stroke: Davis' head is severed and falls on the deck like a ripe mellon. The Mamaloi's spell swirls and whirls and the storm and fire come together as one. the ringing bell and the fading screaming voice of Davis as he is trapped inside of it are the climax of the scene. 180 Baptiste: (back in the garden, turning pages) The evil spirit was released when the captain cut off the doctor's head, apparently. The priestess captured it in the ship's bell. 181 Cardamon: Then what?
182 Baptiste: The legends take over where history leaves off, Mr. Cardamon. Hayward burned the ship to the waterline and the slaves that survived were freed, put ashore on this island, and disappeared into the mountains and jungle. It is said that they are the origin of the secret blood cult...
183 Cardamon: could be?
The one that Dermott found?
You think it
184 Baptiste: I have thought often of the legends since I discovered these remarkable papers. O'brien knew nothing of them -- the luck of the Irish, eh? The most pure and powerful voodoo. 185 Cardamon: We have to find them.
186 Baptiste: Yes, I think we must. It may be O'brien's only chance. My, it has grown late while we've talked. You will be my guest tonight, please, Mr. Cardamon. Harry? could I speak with you a moment... (fade out) sting Scene 2984.39 187 SFX dishes. Morning in Baptiste's garden. Breakfast
184 Baptiste: (walking in) Oh, you're awake, Mr. Cardamon. Splendid. Louis, mon cafe... I trust you slept well? 185 Cardamon: well enough. hospitality, Dr. Baptiste. Thanks again for the
186 Baptiste: tut tut. We just have time for a little coffee before we should meet Harry. 187 Cardamon: What's up?
188 Baptiste: Harry's up, mon ami. Has been all night, I think. He's highly motivated, given the urgency of the situation. I sent him around a houmfort outside of Petionville last night to speak with a hougan that we are both acquainted with. 189 Cardamon: 190 Baptiste: scene X the shacks in the jungle 191 SFX four wheeler pulls to a stop. Cardamon and Baptiste get out and walk across the rich sounding third world ambiance to a shack where Harry, among others, is cheering a cock fight. 192 Harry: 193 Baptiste: 194 Cardamon: Doctor! you find it! good! good! It wasn't easy. Funny what some people call a road. Did the priest know something of the cult? We'll see soon enough.
We go by boat now, not far...
196 SFX oars and water wiping across the speakers, jungle noise fade up and out to footsteps walking past tiki torches in tall grass and whispered creole and african voices in the background 197 Harry: Dr. Baptiste. 198 Cardamon: isn't it? Dey all come to look at the blanc bocor, eh Yeah, I bet I'm a sight to see. This is it,
199 Baptiste: (he's excited) This far up in the mountains...so remote. Look at the huts, Mr. Cardamon, just like Africa, I imagine. Harry, where's the papaloi? 200 Harry: They take us to him. Here.
201 SFX flap opening on the hut. Papa and Mama (same voice as was on the ship, but older) are inside. There are conversations in creole regarding introductions. Harry acts as the translator. 202 Cardamon: Dermott? 203 Harry: bocor. 204 Baptiste: already. Did you tell them? They're the ones who had Mama says she knows. She waits for you,
They foresaw your coming, they know it all
205 Harry: Maman Celie say you fight the devil man, Mr. Justin. You need strong magic to fight the devil. 206 SFX: Mama crosses the hut and opens a chest. She pulls a wooden box from it. 207 Harry: She says you take this to free the loi from the sleeping man... this trap de duppie, strong magic. 208 Baptiste: Open it, man. What is it?
209 Cardamon: (opens box, pulls it out and unwraps it. mama is chattering) It's a skull, painted with symbols.... sweet Mary, It's the head. 210 fait accompli
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