| rdfs:comment | - 72
- 72 is a television program advertised in Grand Theft Auto IV.
- 72 (seventy-two) is a positive integer following 71 and preceding 73. Its ordinal form is written "seventy-second" or 72nd.
- This article includes events that occurred in the Christian world in 72.
- Toi, qui viens d'arriver sur cet article. Oui toi. Saches que tu n'es pas arrivé ici par hasard. Le chanceux ! Partant du principe qu'il y a un chiffre 1, pourquoi n'y aurait-il pas de chiffre 72 ? Hein ? La voilà la bonne question. Toi qui lis ces quelques lignes, tu vas vivre une incroyable expérience. Laisse toi guider, et commençons la visite. Allonges-toi, met toi un peu de Michel Sardou dans les oreilles, ferme les yeux et lis cet article. Eh bien c'est une question à laquelle nous répondrons à la fin de cet article.
- El setenta y dos (72) es el número natural que sigue al setenta y uno y precede al setenta y tres. Categoría:Números
- #72 is the seventy-second figure in the M.U.S.C.L.E. toy series.
- [[Plik:Słomińskiego (tramwaj 72).JPG|right|thumb|250px|Tramwaj linii 72 na ul. Słomińskiego (2009)]] [[Plik:72korale.JPG|right|thumb|250px|Wewnętrzna dekoracja liniowa (2009)]] 72 – linia tramwajowa zastępcza, która w swojej historii kursowała pięciokrotnie.
- Number 72 was an item on The List.
- Third episode of the 70s column.
- right|250px 72 – serial telewizyjny występujący w Grand Theft Auto IV, emitowany na kanale Weazel. Głównym bohaterem tego programu jest Judd Parker, która próbuje ratować świat przed terrorystami, którzy nie są białej karnacji. W tym celu czuwa i nie śpi przez 72 godziny. Program ten posiada własną stronę internetową stworzoną przez Andrewa, lecz nie jest widoczna w grze.
- thumb|290px|Die Gewölbe Tür in der Kolloseum-Gruft Die Nummer 72 spielt eine entscheidene Rolle in der modernen Assassinen-Zeit. Sie ist außerdem das Kennwort für die Kolosseum Gruft.
- thumb|320px 72 — телевизионная программа, которая рекламируется в Grand Theft Auto IV. Хотя она и не была показана, рекламные ролики и объявления можно увидеть во всем Либерти-Сити. Программа должна была выйти в эфир якобы на канале Weazel. Главный герой — специальный агент Вик Мауэр. Прототипом шоу является программа 24 часа на телеканале Fox. Имя главного героя "72" (Вик Мауэр) является ссылкой на главного героя "24", Джека Бауэра. Категория:Шоу Категория:Телевидение
- 72 er antallet af overlevende fra Oceanic Flight 815.
- right|thumb|200px|Cartel de 72. 72, es un programa de TV ficticio que sale en Grand Theft Auto IV. No sale realmente, pero si salen varios anuncios en el canal Weazel y en carteles publicitarios en la calle. Trata sobre agentes de FBI que tienen 72 horas (3 días), para atrapar a unos terroristas. Este programa es claramente una parodia de la serie de FOX, "24", y curiosamente, la octava temporada de dicha serie sucede en la ciudad de Nueva York, ciudad en la que se basa Liberty City.
- Victoria is hemming her dress when a venomous Carolyn comes in and tells her to go back to her precious Foundling Home. Carolyn tells Victoria that because Burke wants to put Roger in prison (where the killer belongs), Victoria is not to see him and she [Carolyn] saw the two of them together. Carolyn is paranoid and jealous about Burke and Victoria talking about her. Carolyn flippantly gives her blessing to Victoria and Burke. Victoria tells Carolyn that Burke is dangerous and she's not interested in taking sides or in Burke, romantically. She asks Carolyn whose side she's on.
- The number 72 can be found in most cultures, especially those whose history or religion were influenced by stellar observations. The pole star, or North star, of earth changes slightly every year. It is almost unnoticable, except by cultures who have kept long term records of the movements of the stars. This led to the discovery of the precession of the equinox which completes a full "year" and returns to it's starting point in around 25,920 years. One degree or 1/360 of this cycle is 72 years long.
- miniatur|Das Logo der Serie 72 ist eine Fernsehserie aus Grand Theft Auto IV, die auf „24“ basiert. Im spieleigenen Fernsehen wird das Programm nicht gezeigt, abgesehen von Trailern auf Weazel, die suggerieren, dass bisher mindestens zwei Staffeln gedreht wurden. Die Serie handelt von einem Mann, der gegen „jede nicht-weiße Person“ kämpft, bevor sie Terroranschläge verüben kann, indem sie 72 Stunden nicht geschlafen hat. Der Protagonist heißt Special Agent Vic Mauer, eine Anspielung auf den Hauptcharakter von „24“, Jack Bauer.
- As evident in the Scrolls of Romulus, the earliest-known user of the number 72 as the password to the Vault was Marcus Junius Brutus, circa 45 BCE. The next known person to open the Vault was Ezio Auditore da Firenze in 1506, to seal the Apple of Eden he possessed within. Due to Desmond Miles' vision of Ezio in the Sanctuary, it was known that Ezio later returned to the Villa Auditore to leave behind the clues to the password, which would allow future Assassins to access the Vault and obtain the Apple.
- The silence is broken 2 Piercing echoes hollowed out of lower hollers The night is young 3 It smelt of canned tuna Scraps of cardboard, or otherwise tin foil, but mostly shattered glass Boxes in boxes in boxes 4 Four eyes staring down two black holes framed with fangs Blink blink. Blink Tips hat. Blink. Makes step. Blink. Tosses hat Into the void 6 You are a worthless old man You lug scrap metal that weighs more than you do for change most would consider scrap metal itself You scrape by because you're willing to scrape where others move on towards more profitable venues What do you have to say for yourself? 8 9
- Julian macht Jenny aufgrund ihres heimlichen Eislauftrainings heftige Vorwürfe. Simone besticht einen Gynäkologen, der Julian versichern soll, dass das Training für Jenny unbedenklich ist. Julian überrascht Jenny mit dem Entschluss, dass er bei ihr einziehen wird. Doch ihre Freude erhält einen Dämpfer, als Julian ihr den Grund für seinen Einzug mitteilt. Vanessa zeigt sich Ben gegenüber unversöhnlich. Vanessa fühlt sich verraten und ausgeschlossen, und möchte ihrer Umwelt einen Denkzettel verpassen. Vanessa findet sich in ihrer Verzweiflung auf einem Hausdach wieder, und hofft innerlich auf eine rechtzeitige Rettung. Während Richard einen Abschiedsbrief von ihr findet, und davon abgehalten wird, ihn zu lesen, balanciert Vanessa auf der Balustrade. Annette kann Nadjas harsche Reaktion auf i
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| abstract | - 72
- 72 is a television program advertised in Grand Theft Auto IV.
- 72 (seventy-two) is a positive integer following 71 and preceding 73. Its ordinal form is written "seventy-second" or 72nd.
- This article includes events that occurred in the Christian world in 72.
- Toi, qui viens d'arriver sur cet article. Oui toi. Saches que tu n'es pas arrivé ici par hasard. Le chanceux ! Partant du principe qu'il y a un chiffre 1, pourquoi n'y aurait-il pas de chiffre 72 ? Hein ? La voilà la bonne question. Toi qui lis ces quelques lignes, tu vas vivre une incroyable expérience. Laisse toi guider, et commençons la visite. Allonges-toi, met toi un peu de Michel Sardou dans les oreilles, ferme les yeux et lis cet article. Eh bien c'est une question à laquelle nous répondrons à la fin de cet article.
- The silence is broken 2 Piercing echoes hollowed out of lower hollers The night is young 3 It smelt of canned tuna Scraps of cardboard, or otherwise tin foil, but mostly shattered glass Boxes in boxes in boxes 4 Four eyes staring down two black holes framed with fangs Blink blink. Blink Tips hat. Blink. Makes step. Blink. Tosses hat Into the void 6 You are a worthless old man You lug scrap metal that weighs more than you do for change most would consider scrap metal itself You scrape by because you're willing to scrape where others move on towards more profitable venues What do you have to say for yourself? Who do you have to love for yourself? Why must you live for yourself? 8 & out again No taxes No death Just living day to day putting boxes in boxes in boxes A hat for shelter and a leg for food Bleeding pus out one eye, blood out the other Enough breath to wiggle toes, but too tired to do so Maybe tomorrow, when the night is young again 9 But the night never ends The sun will never rise again The fine print was never read. It will never be read Living in a still wake, spotting those still asleep; they wake only so long as to take another sleeping pill He had had a life time supply. But he took too many too many times It took awhile to dig himself down so low. A well aged cynicism, an old expression for fresh perspectives, a fortune of things as valuable as this junk He wasn't happy then, though he won't tell you he's happy now; but you might fool yourself in either case If you were to ask him if he'd do it all over again, he'd only have this to say: Oh yes, of course, though you never really know since I don't suppose I might Then he'd continue on, having perhaps already forgotten the question. He'd give the same answer if you asked again, intonation unchanged 12 Yellow lights casting strange geometries down shady paths of awkwardly angled alleys along streets of silent shivers Full of rats and those who might as well be rats Hiding between lines without a box in a box It was done. Over. Finished. At this point, he was still only a coward. Walking out on a fetus while his profits walked out on him. That cowardice saved his life How much can be forgotten over the course of a bus ride? Without plans, because everything had already been planned out. The general gist of those ruined plans had been to not do anything too drastically stupid Thinking fell into the category of drastically stupid Thus the traversing of these untraversable wayward mazes There wasn't enough to go around at his eponymous charity. He didn't mind before. He didn't mind then If you asked him now, he might not even recognize the name; he might tell you of some young bastard he'd known He's known a lot of bastards, young and old It didn't take him long to call me out as one 18 He seems like the kind of guy who would shoot rats at a dump, but he's never been a fan of firearms I offered the activity once. He called me a rat. I withdrew the offer In these years there's been times where he should've become a fan of firearms. Instead he took it a signal that he needed to lighten his load for the umpteenth time This isn't to say he's never made use of such devices. He's a pragmatic hypocrite who gave it all up for idealism Then again, giving it all up saved his life. Having mentioned this twice now, I'll confess: I was hired to kill him at the time. He doesn't mind I later killed his wife. He doesn't mind It was much later. I recognized her while heading out one day. By then she'd fallen from fortune too, but she'd been screaming all the way and ever since. Ragged and half shoeless, she hadn't wanted to be remembered. But I remembered her, so she fell into a violent frenzy that ended with me kicking her down the stairs If you were to ask me if I'd do it all over again, I'd only have this to say: Maybe in a million years It wasn't senility that inspired her insanity. She'd been a wild youth. He liked that about her. She liked his money. You could say they were happy It was one of those relationships where you wake up drunk in the morning beside a stranger and stick with it somehow Years later they'd still wake up and think each other strangers She'd started to calm down and think about settling down shortly before he walked out. After he walked out she got an abortion and got straight back up Her spending doubled. Her parties were tragedies. People mostly came to observe the decay of a woman. Most didn't I went once. I didn't stay long. Long enough to drink some wine while she cried about not being able to hook another fortune. She'd cornered me while I'd been looking over the abstract paintings she had hung up. She bought expensive paintings and cut them up for collages They were always ugly. Not to say intentionally. Somehow even the most disparaging of critics of the abstract expressionists would cringe at art having such a fate. Some artists refused to sell to her, regardless of price. She wanted to kill them. So I did. Once, before dying, an artist asked me to burn all his paintings so that she couldn't have any. I obliged. She used the ashes She'd've liked to use their carcasses. But that'd be sloppy murder. It wouldn't go with her decor either She always had the nicest dresses... But I digress 24 His fortune wasn't old money. He wasn't yet another case of some young chap blowing his family fortune This isn't to say he was born poor. Only that his growth was that ideal exponentiation in which each order of magnitude is as unfaltered as the last Few can say quite what he owned. He ended up on the right side of a hyphen in a number of patents As a joke, I was going to shoot him with a pistol bearing his name. There too, on the right side of a hyphen I suppose that makes it clear that he'd profitted some with military funds. That also covers more on why not so many can say what it is he held business in But there's also his organized crime. My own identity probably made that clear enough He never got too involved. He wasn't the kind of guy who could do anything with intent, so he didn't. He acted more as a lucky charm I'm not giving him enough credit. He wasn't walking into profits through dumb luck. He knew what people knew. He recognized good ideas. He knew who was genuine He was also a credit grubbing smart aleck I was on the left side of the hyphen of the pistol bearing his name Now I've implied that we'd known each other before I was hired to kill him, rather than coincidence having us meet at some later date. This might've also been implied by my acquaintance with his wife I did not meet him in the development of my firearm: I received venture capital through one of his funding programs. He didn't even interview me for the funding I was, however, acquainted with his wife by then. She's who I received the funding through. This isn't to say she worked for him. Only that we got along, and that she had pull We got along well enough for me to know she had a nose fetish We grew apart after I was hit by a car and my nose smeared into a slime across the road. Tongues were not a suitable replacement for her This isn't to say we were ever very close. It was only one night that we went out shooting rats and she saw for herself that I'd made something good. She wasn't a good shot, she wasn't a fan of firearms either; but she shot well that night She wasn't a good enough shot to shoot him when she walked in on him the next day The next day they settled it over tea. He never could get the stain out I only knew this because I use to read the news. Old news I don't read the news anymore. They stopped talking about people I knew He still has the shirt he was wearing that day. He's never explained the stain to me. He doesn't know I know. He never read the news He reads poetry backwards. I know this because when we met I was reading the last newspaper I'd ever read. I didn't know it was the last newspaper I'd ever read. He was reading poetry. Backwards He also writes poetry backwards 36 Thus did end Great Theodore But did he check the bucket over the kitchen door? Even the buckets under the kitchen sink He'd checked behind the flour bags twice Where else, he could not think It wasn't in the rathole with the mice It wasn't in the laundry It wasn't in the rice It wasn't in the pantry He must find this bucket But before he nailed her casket Until sweeter days for bitter nights, Theodore But you've misgivings fewer Maybe I'd seek newer If only words rung truer Oh sweet Helena, He knew what next he'd write: Ever the lethal widow, Helena You'll find who you are to me in a bucket Why won't you die in a fire? Dear Theodore, What's this? Nailed to his mail box: Another letter He would persist, his love insist In one of those briefest love letters was the ring he'd sent in a briefest love letter prior For who is Theodore, given her almighty entity? Those letters as proof of his identity That he wrench from this mess Only a matter of life & death Not that any of it matters Oh what briefest love letters Ever never there, Theodore Am I no more a dame than any other brother? Oh dear Helena, Ever the angry wench, Helena You're a pompous fool Dear Theodore, 72 Where does this leave me? Why did I come here? Why do I tell these things I've been entrusted to never tell? When will my body finally break down? Where did those beautiful days go? Am I going to get rabies? Dear me, will I ever find my way home? Will you come and get me when I don't? Why was she heading out before I kicked her down those stairs? What's backwards poetry have to do with making lots of money? Where'd all my money go from counting heads, or engineering arms? How'd we end up in the same place, as ethereal as we are? Who do you think you are? Who are you? What do you want from me? What's your problem? Do you have a problem with that? Why are you still listening? Why don't you answer me? When did you show up? How come you never did anything? Where are you from? What's your name? How did you get in here? Where am I? Where's the exit? Why can't I get out of here? Does anyone know where we are? You trapped me here You strapped me down to this bar stool and had me recount all these awful memories You told me you cared You made me ask all the questions, because you didn't know where to start Just described a couple of loose ambiguities and then let me ramble Hoped that I'd rat out my accomplices Thought that you could drop back into the shadows if you propped up a narrator with enough character But I don't ramble enough, so you stopped short when I didn't have 72 lines to say Now you're going to take the easy way out and quote me verbatim Make it seem like some shitty avant garde post modernism when it's simply plagiarism But what if I go quiet? How will you finish the last 32 lines? ... When were you born? Oh, me? I don't know. I'd imagine it was a long time ago, otherwise I'd know You take some people, and they'll tell you their age like it haunts them. But me, I was always smug and said my age was whatever it looked. Some pretty gal would say "Oh, you look like you're some young twenty four," and I'd let her think she's some sly cougar I can't pull that age anymore But time is a place. When were you born? What are your childhood memories? You didn't share any of that What is this, an interrogation? I gave you an answer and that's my answer. I don't have any childhood memories because you didn't give me any childhood memories Alright, so you were born thirty. What was the world like? I've got this image in my head: the slate gray blue street and the slate gray blue walk dotted with slate gray blue cars seen through a slate gray blue alley. The street lights only make it more blue. I'm in that alley. I'm walking the city. I'm a dark gray coat out night sighting This is the setting where all my stories start. As I get older, the scene becomes sandier and yellow. Stone houses become wooden. It's why I don't think I'm where I started. Why I wonder how I met the fellow whose story I find more interesting than my own Will you tell me a story? I've been telling you stories this whole time But I want to know what you imagine when you don't have your memories to read off of ...Alright: Snip and Snap are sitting on-- no, in-- a plane making half a ruckus A strict waiter comes up and tells them to get out of the restaurant Kicked out ...Wait, what? I thought they were on a plane; are they falling to their death, or sitting outside a restaurant on acid? Here's to ruckus Thief, you stole that story from me. I want a new one In ten lines? Alright, if that's what it'll take to finally nail my coffin Make it eight. I want to comment Cranky's working night shift on a red dirt road He's a road sweeper. The product of industry. State of the art. Yellow brushes out his front He lives in a world where there are roads which are only accessible to those with a defensive driving license. These driver's licenses are more strictly distributed, requiring frequent renewal and rigorous testing Defensive drivers can tell who each other are. They are able to efficiently interact. They're able to signal the urgency of their travel to determine right of way. There are no speed limits, because the community has an awareness of the speed limits Cranky, being a road sweeper, can't get a license. But Cranky's been programmed to sweep all unswept roads The defensive drivers don't know how to react. How do they deal with this strange intruder? They hold back while he sweeps. They drive based on the strategies of other drivers, and not knowing what strategy Cranky follows, fallback on assuming the worse That night, now afoot, they smash Cranky Here's to cranky What the fuck You didn't give me enough lines. & now I've given you too many
- El setenta y dos (72) es el número natural que sigue al setenta y uno y precede al setenta y tres. Categoría:Números
- #72 is the seventy-second figure in the M.U.S.C.L.E. toy series.
- [[Plik:Słomińskiego (tramwaj 72).JPG|right|thumb|250px|Tramwaj linii 72 na ul. Słomińskiego (2009)]] [[Plik:72korale.JPG|right|thumb|250px|Wewnętrzna dekoracja liniowa (2009)]] 72 – linia tramwajowa zastępcza, która w swojej historii kursowała pięciokrotnie.
- Number 72 was an item on The List.
- Third episode of the 70s column.
- The number 72 can be found in most cultures, especially those whose history or religion were influenced by stellar observations. The pole star, or North star, of earth changes slightly every year. It is almost unnoticable, except by cultures who have kept long term records of the movements of the stars. This led to the discovery of the precession of the equinox which completes a full "year" and returns to it's starting point in around 25,920 years. One degree or 1/360 of this cycle is 72 years long. The constellation Virgo contains a yellow dwarf star known as 70 Virginis. Nearby are two of the brighter stars in this region of the sky, Arcturus and Spica; with Spica in Virgo and Arcturus in Bootes/The Herdsman. These three stars constitute what can be called The 72 Virgins, which hints at the possibility that the Moslem idea of being granted 72 virgins in the afterlife (the "heavens") when one is martyred might be a reference to the stars in these two constellations. Near the dawn of human history (3100-3700BC), the sun would pass into Virgo on the Spring Equinox at around March 22nd and would be at it's highest point three months later on the Summer Solstice of around June 21st. The seasons themselves are broken down into four groups of three. In some allegorical stories, such as biblical ones, the lengths of days, months and years are mixed around to slightly veil what is being spoken of. For instance, three days of death might represent the three months death of the sun starting at the Winter Solstice and leading to resurrection on the Spring Equinox; taking place in December and then in March, respectively. This three month period, usually dealing with the sun and seasons, may be represented as three days, which in turn equals 72 hours. Additionally, the 72 hour period may be the 3 days of the New Moon, and later connected to the 3 days of death and resurrection.
- right|250px 72 – serial telewizyjny występujący w Grand Theft Auto IV, emitowany na kanale Weazel. Głównym bohaterem tego programu jest Judd Parker, która próbuje ratować świat przed terrorystami, którzy nie są białej karnacji. W tym celu czuwa i nie śpi przez 72 godziny. Program ten posiada własną stronę internetową stworzoną przez Andrewa, lecz nie jest widoczna w grze.
- thumb|290px|Die Gewölbe Tür in der Kolloseum-Gruft Die Nummer 72 spielt eine entscheidene Rolle in der modernen Assassinen-Zeit. Sie ist außerdem das Kennwort für die Kolosseum Gruft.
- thumb|320px 72 — телевизионная программа, которая рекламируется в Grand Theft Auto IV. Хотя она и не была показана, рекламные ролики и объявления можно увидеть во всем Либерти-Сити. Программа должна была выйти в эфир якобы на канале Weazel. Главный герой — специальный агент Вик Мауэр. Прототипом шоу является программа 24 часа на телеканале Fox. Имя главного героя "72" (Вик Мауэр) является ссылкой на главного героя "24", Джека Бауэра. Категория:Шоу Категория:Телевидение
- As evident in the Scrolls of Romulus, the earliest-known user of the number 72 as the password to the Vault was Marcus Junius Brutus, circa 45 BCE. The next known person to open the Vault was Ezio Auditore da Firenze in 1506, to seal the Apple of Eden he possessed within. Due to Desmond Miles' vision of Ezio in the Sanctuary, it was known that Ezio later returned to the Villa Auditore to leave behind the clues to the password, which would allow future Assassins to access the Vault and obtain the Apple. Ezio left the clue on the Sanctuary staircase, just behind the bookcase in Mario Auditore's study. It consisted of a tetractys, an etching of an equilateral triangle with nine other equilaterals within it – the same marking found on the Colosseum Vault's door – and the numbers 1419, 1420, and 1421, which were only visible to those who possessed the gift of Eagle Vision.
- miniatur|Das Logo der Serie 72 ist eine Fernsehserie aus Grand Theft Auto IV, die auf „24“ basiert. Im spieleigenen Fernsehen wird das Programm nicht gezeigt, abgesehen von Trailern auf Weazel, die suggerieren, dass bisher mindestens zwei Staffeln gedreht wurden. Die Serie handelt von einem Mann, der gegen „jede nicht-weiße Person“ kämpft, bevor sie Terroranschläge verüben kann, indem sie 72 Stunden nicht geschlafen hat. Der Protagonist heißt Special Agent Vic Mauer, eine Anspielung auf den Hauptcharakter von „24“, Jack Bauer. Das Logo (siehe oben rechts) zeigt die Zahl 72 auf einer Klappzahlenuhr, ein Wink auf die Digitaluhr von „24“.
- 72 er antallet af overlevende fra Oceanic Flight 815.
- Julian macht Jenny aufgrund ihres heimlichen Eislauftrainings heftige Vorwürfe. Simone besticht einen Gynäkologen, der Julian versichern soll, dass das Training für Jenny unbedenklich ist. Julian überrascht Jenny mit dem Entschluss, dass er bei ihr einziehen wird. Doch ihre Freude erhält einen Dämpfer, als Julian ihr den Grund für seinen Einzug mitteilt. Vanessa zeigt sich Ben gegenüber unversöhnlich. Vanessa fühlt sich verraten und ausgeschlossen, und möchte ihrer Umwelt einen Denkzettel verpassen. Vanessa findet sich in ihrer Verzweiflung auf einem Hausdach wieder, und hofft innerlich auf eine rechtzeitige Rettung. Während Richard einen Abschiedsbrief von ihr findet, und davon abgehalten wird, ihn zu lesen, balanciert Vanessa auf der Balustrade. Annette kann Nadjas harsche Reaktion auf ihr Geständnis, mit Richard geschlafen zu haben, nicht verstehen. Erst als sich Nadia ihr offenbart, versöhnen sich die Frauen wieder und Nadja kann Annette dazu bewegen, endlich einen Schwangerschafstest zu machen...
- right|thumb|200px|Cartel de 72. 72, es un programa de TV ficticio que sale en Grand Theft Auto IV. No sale realmente, pero si salen varios anuncios en el canal Weazel y en carteles publicitarios en la calle. Trata sobre agentes de FBI que tienen 72 horas (3 días), para atrapar a unos terroristas. Este programa es claramente una parodia de la serie de FOX, "24", y curiosamente, la octava temporada de dicha serie sucede en la ciudad de Nueva York, ciudad en la que se basa Liberty City.
- Victoria is hemming her dress when a venomous Carolyn comes in and tells her to go back to her precious Foundling Home. Carolyn tells Victoria that because Burke wants to put Roger in prison (where the killer belongs), Victoria is not to see him and she [Carolyn] saw the two of them together. Carolyn is paranoid and jealous about Burke and Victoria talking about her. Carolyn flippantly gives her blessing to Victoria and Burke. Victoria tells Carolyn that Burke is dangerous and she's not interested in taking sides or in Burke, romantically. She asks Carolyn whose side she's on. Mrs. Johnson calls Burke and asks about the report. She says she hasn't heard from Collinwood yet. Then she acts finicky about the Diner's food preparation and makes Maggie remake her sandwich. She moans about having nothing to do and refuses Maggie's suggestion to live with her daughter. Elizabeth is upset that Victoria hasn't given David his lesson. Carolyn gleefully tells her mother that Victoria spent 'all day' with Burke. Elizabeth plans to fire Victoria and hasn't given thought to hiring Mrs. Johnson, whom Carolyn might bump into while she's in town. Elizabeth gets Victoria's explanation and tells Victoria not to dismiss David without HER permission and never to bring Burke back to Collinwood. Mrs. Johnson is lonely and begs Maggie to eat with her. Mrs. Johnson states that she never shared Bill's bed, name, or wore his ring, but she's as close to a widow as he has. Mrs. Johnson lectures Maggie about an eye for an eye--Maggie wonders whose eye she seeks. Carolyn shows up at the Diner and invites herself to Mrs. Johnson's table. She asks if Mrs. Johnson would be interested in being a housekeeper at Collinwood. Mrs. Johnson feigns interest. She leaves Maggie a 10¢ tip. Maggie tells Carolyn that Mrs. Johnson has always given her the creeps and warns her that Mrs. Johnson is after revenge. Elizabeth checks on Victoria's story and then Victoria tells her off and stands her ground--she's tired of taking guff from the Collins family. They make up and Elizabeth consults Victoria about getting a housekeeper. Mrs. Johnson reports to Burke.
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