What's Up, Tiger Mommy?
Season 8, Episode 2
Robin's Rambles by Robin Vogel
Now – Chicago, IL – A Mr. Villi comes to open safety deposit box #1, to the teller's surprise. They did a renovation of the bank, so they put his inside a new one, she says, revealing an ancient box with a key atop it. He grins as he opens the box and takes out. . .”I'm sorry, sir,” the teller says, “but is that a bone?” “An extremely valuable one,” he assures her. She's glad they were able to keep it safe for him all these years, she says, and asks if he needs anything else. “Yes, a withdrawal,” he tells her, killing her, splashing her blood all over the safety boxes.
“You're kidding me,” says Dean to Kevin over food in some outdoor rest stop. The boy wants to check on his mother, even though it's a day's drive in the opposite direction. He doesn't want to see what happened to Channing happen to his mother. “Kid's got a point,” agrees Sam. ‘Stay out of this,” orders Dean, and assures Kevin his mother is fine. “How can you possibly know that?” Kevin asks. “Crowley needs to keep her safe,” insists Dean, “and is protecting her so he can pounce on you both—she's bait, man—you want to swim right up to the hook? We have Crowley by the short and curlies—we have to get the tablet, whip up the spell and boom, sunshine and sandy beaches.” “Mom's all alone, surrounded by demons, can't you understand why I want to make sure she's OK?” asks Kevin. Dean and Sam exchange a look. Dean throws down his sandwich. “Son of a bitch!” he exclaims--”Let's go!” They're off in the Impala.
Neighbor, MI – Spying on Kevin's Mom from the car, Sam says, “Tiger Mom, nine o'clock.” He hands the binoculars to Kevin, who looks at her gazing through the window. She seems sad, but okay, and Kevin is relieved. Dean points out that the gardener and mailman are demons.
The Winchesters turn off the water, forcing the demon gardener to check it out at the source. Dean kills him with the DKK. Noticing his fellow demon fall, the mailman goes to check; Dean waves at him before Sam knifes him in the chest.
Inside, a friend assures Kevin's mom that he'll be back. “You just have to believe.” “I do believe,” says Mrs. Tran, “I just wish I could do more.” “You're doing all you can by staying here,” the friend says, “Kevin needs to know he has a home to come back to.” Moments later, mother and son have a joyous reunion when Kevin knocks at the door—but not before the Winchesters intervene and Dean splashes her with holy water to make sure she isn't a demon. “She's clean,” says Dean tersely, sending Kevin into his mother's delighted embrace. The brothers smell something, and they leave mother and son holding each other in the doorway to investigate. Sam instantly begins to recite Latin, sending the demon fleeing into the neighbor's mouth in a thick plume of smoke. He stabs her with the DKK. “EUNICE!” Linda cries, as her friend's body falls to the floor. “That's not Eunice,” says Dean. “Your friend was possessed by a demon,” explains Sam. “Have you ever seen THE EXORCIST?” Kevin asks. “Is that what you've been doing all year?” His mother asks sharply, “Watching television?” To Sam—”Did you really have to kill her?” “Demon would have warned Crowley where Kevin was if we didn't,” says Dean. “And Crowley is the one who kidnapped you?” Mrs. Tran asks. “Yeah”, says Kevin, “he wants me to translate his stupid tablet so he can take over the universe or something.” “We need to get the tablet so we can slam the gates of hell shut forever with Crowley inside,” explains Dean. “So things like that (Sam points to Eunice) don't ever happen again.” “Prophet of the lord does have a nice ring to it, agrees Mrs. Tran, standing. “I'll get packed.” “We'll need a safe house,” says Dean, “you're going to a demon-free zone.” “And risk letting Kevin fall into the hands of this Crowley again?” exclaims Mama—”I don't think so!” (I understand, Mama, I really do!) Sam tries to explain to her how Crowley trades in torment and is a really bad dude, and if he can find a way to separate her from her soul, he'll roast it till there's nothing left but black smoke. “It's best if you let us handle this.” “I understand,” she says, “but it's not my soul I'm worried about, it's my son's.” Dean asks for Kevin's support—his mother wants to jump right back into the fire they just pulled her out of. “Like I can tell her what to do?” Kevin says. Getting a MOTHER look from Mrs. Tran, Dean outlines conditions of her coming along: hex bags, and getting inked up. Sam reveals his tattoo and says, “You, too short stop—keeps the demons out.” “Fine,” says Mrs. Tran. “What?--like it's my first tattoo.” Kevin is stunned, Dean, impressed.
At the tattoo parlor, Kevin is in lots of pain and Mrs. Tran stoic as they are inked up. She reaches for her son's hand to help him out in his discomfort. “Smell it, Sammy,” says Dean, watching from outside. “Burning flesh?” asks Sam. “Revenge,” says Dean, “so close—how did you do that reverse exorcism thing?” “Just said the verse backwards,” says Sam. Dean looks at him, impressed. Kevin is still screaming.
Laramie, Wyoming – Bus station – Sam pronounces the place clean, as far as he can tell. Kevin hands a key to Dean, who advises positive thoughts. He opens a locker. “You hid the word of God in a diaper bag?” Dean asks. “No,” answers Kevin. It's empty. “Shut up,” Dean tells a grinning Sam, angrily tossing everything back in the locker.
A security guard tells a suited-up Sam and Dean that a guy named Clem Smedley, a former security guy, broke into a lot of the lockers. He's down in County, awaiting arraignment now. Sam thanks him.
The brothers go to visit Clem, who is impressed about the hidden camera that caught him. Sam asks about the tablet. “Can I even acknowledge that without my lawyer here?” Clem asks. Sam assures him they can work out a little somethin-somethin with the locals if he cooperates.
This sends Dean into a Purgatory flashback. He and Ben are questioning (torturing) some creature, trying to locate Cas. Clem is asking for full immunity for all charges, past and present. Dean takes off his tie and wraps it around Clem's throat, pushes him against a wall and holds the DKK to his neck; we see a similar scene happening with the creature chained to a tree in Purgatory. “Hey,” warns Sam. The creature tells Dean of a circle not far from here. “How about you just show me,” suggests Dean. “Hey, Dean!” Sam calls to his brother. “Pawn shop,” chokes out Clem, “First and Main.” “Go on,” urges Dean, in Purgatory, and we assume, here, too. “Three days' journey, follow the stream, there's a clearing,” says the creature, “you'll find your angel there.” “You know what, Mutt?” Dean asks, “I believe you.” But he sticks the knife into the creature's throat, anyway, and gestures for Benny to come along. Dean lets go of Clem and gestures for Sam to come along, too. Clem is alive, at least.
The foursome pull up in front of the pawn shop. Kevin admires a gorgeous red sports car. Mama says “HEY!,” moving her son along. They tell the proprietor they're looking for a tablet with some hieroglyphics on it, sold by a thief named Clem. Lyle claims to know nothing. “I've had a really bad day today,” says Dean, “so if you want to do it the rough way.” “Sure,” says Lyle, “if you want to get famous. . .” He points to the cameras strung up everywhere. “Is that your car outside?” Mama asks. “What's it to you, Mail Order?” Lyle asks rudely. “I notice you driving with expired tags,” she says, “maybe you just acquired it in a trade, I'm guessing you haven't registered it yet, which means you haven't paid the tax—is that correct?” “None of your business,” says Lyle uneasily. “Kevin, average Blue Book on a 2010 Ferrari F430 Spyder?” She asks. “217,000,” her son supplies.” And the five percent Wyoming tax?” She asks. “Ten thousand, eight hundred and fifty,” says Sam. “Something tells me your the kind who might balk at a tax bill that big,” says Mama. “What is this, an FBI audit?” Lyle asks. “My brother works for the Tax Assessor's office and might arrange that,” says Mama, “if he thought something untoward was happening here—so what's it going to be?--the tablet?--or that piece of Eurocrap trash you call a car?” (You GO, Mama!)
Room 126, some motel – They knock at the door – The man we saw at the beginning, dressed in a gray striped suit with matching hat and walking cane, strolls up. He knows Kevin, and assures the brothers he isn't going to steal their Prophet. “And you must be his mother,” the man adds. “Beau—and it is my absolutely pleasure.” He kisses her hand; she can't help smiling at his charm. “Imagine my luck, I was looking so hard for you, I never stopped to think you might be looking for me—I have something for you.” “What is it?” Dean asks brusquely. An invitation, the man says, to a very rare auction. He takes out an envelope with fancy handwriting on it. “Lemmee guess,” says Dean, “where you'll be SELLING the tablet.” “When we acquire an item as hard to unload as the Word of God, it's smart to unload it as fast as possible,” the man admits, “and we are in such desperate need of a headliner for tonight's gala.” “I hope you have three extra tickets to your little eBay party,” says Dean, “because the Prophet's with us.” The man assures them that they won't be cast, cursed or supernaturally flicked against the wall, it's against policy. “Is that right?” Asks Sam, “How did you manage that?” “I am the right hand of a God, after all,” the man says, “Plutus, specifically.” “Is that even a planet anymore?” Dean asks. “God of Greed,” the man says, “and no one from hell, heaven or beyond is welcome, making it the safest place for Kevin to be—since time is of the essence, he'll add plus three to Kevin's invitation—copacetic?” He tosses the envelope into the air and disappears. “Thank you, Mr. Peanut!” Dean calls. What can they possibly bid? When Dean realizes Sam is considering the Impala, he threatens his children's children's children. Since they display the items beforehand, all they need to do is get Kevin close enough to memorize the spell. “Can you swing it, Brainiac?” Dean asks. “Of course he can,”says Mama, “if the bumper stickers on my Previa mean anything.” “He didn't mean it, Baby,” Dean assures the Impala. Sam gives him a look.
Only Dean sets off the metal detector at the entrance to the auction, and he's forced to leave all his weapons, including the DKK, in a box at the door. I'll be back for this, he promises, referencing the DKK. They walk around the glass enclosed artifacts. "How are we supposed to know who's who?" Dean asks his brother. "Simple—they're all monsters," replies Sam. When they find the tablet, it's covered on both sides with something (lead, perhaps)? "Guess we're not as original as we thought," says Kevin. "We'll have to come up with a plan B," says Sam. "What, pray tell, could possibly have been Plan A?" queries someone standing nearby—CROWLEY! "Bring the Prophet to the most dangerous place on earth, memorize the tablet, then vamoose?" the demon says. "Hello, boys."
"Crowley," snarls Dean. Kevin, says Crowley, stepping forward. "Sorry about your little playdate. . .that name. . .sometimes to make an omelet, you have to break some spines. . .who is THIS lovely young thing?--must be your sister." Mama hauls off and punches Crowley, very hard. "Let's do it for my son," she says. "Charming," says Crowley, "defiling her corpse is just number one on my to-do list." Dean starts to step in, but Sam stops him. Crowley warns him that anymore than a little love tap and his mookie pals just might throw him out, and that would be a shame. "Listen to Moose, Squirrel," agrees Crowley. A plump man passes by; Crowley pronounces him their host. "That's Plutus?" Dean says, "What is he, God of the candy aisle?"
The guy in the gray-striped suit informs them the auction is starting. "Good luck with the bidding," says Crowley. Dean looks unhappy. "Nice right hook," Sam tells Mama. A kid dressed in a red and white Wiener Hut uniform comes up to Dean. He's taken over this vessel; he knew Cas. "I don't usually come to things like this," he says. "You're chasing the magic rock," says Dean. "We protect the Word of God," corrects the kid. "Awesome job so far. . .Alfie," says Dean, reading his name tag. "Actually, my name is Samandriel," corrects the angel. Dean wants to stick with Alfie. The kid wants to know what happened to Castiel. "We iced Dick Roman," explains Dean, and "got a one-way ticket to Purgatory for our trouble." "YOU escaped," says the kid, "did Castiel?" When Dean doesn't answer, the kid gulps down tears. "There are some in heaven who believe, despite his mistakes," says Alfie, "that Castiel's heart was always in the right place." "Are you one of them?" Dean asks. "Too much heart was always Cas' problem," says Alfie, and he sadly walks away.
We see the past, and Cas washing his hands and face at a brook. Dean finds and calls him. "Dean," says Cas. Dean's laughing and embracing his friend. "It's good to see you," says Dean, teasing. "Nice peach fuzz." "Thank you," says Cas, without inflection. Dean introduces him to Benny. "How did you find me?" Cas asks, not happy. "You feelin' OK?" Dean asks. "You mean am I still,"—Cas makes the sign of crazy around his head—"no, I'm perfectly sane, but then, 94 percent of psychotics think they're perfectly sane, so I guess we'd have to ask ourselves, what is sane?" "Good question," Dean agrees. Benny asks, "Why did you bail on Dean?" "Dude," says Dean, not wanting him to ask. But Benny feels Dean deserves an explanation after Cas bailed out on him. "We were surrounded, OK?" says Dean, "Some freak jumped Cas, obviously, he kicked it's ass, right?" "No," says Cas, "I ran away, I had to." "That's your excuse for leaving me with those guerilla wolves?" Dean demands. "Dean. . ."Cas begs. "You bailed out and what?" Dean demands—"Went campin?--I prayed to you, Cas, every night!" "I know," says Cas. "You KNOW, and you didn't"—begins Dean. Benny looks furious. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Dean asks. "I was an angel in a land of abominations," says Cas, "There were things hunting me from the moment I arrived!" "JOIN THE CLUB!" Cries Dean. "These are not just monsters, Dean, they are Leviathan!" Says Cas, "I have a price on my head and I've been trying to stay one step ahead of them, to. . .to keep them away from you—that's why I ran. . .just leave me, please." "Sounds like a plan," opines Benny, let's roll. "Hold it," insists Dean, Cas, "we're getting out of here, we're going home." "Dean, I can't," says Cas. "You can," says Dean, "Benny, tell him." "Purgatory has an escape hatch," says Benny, "but I got no idea if it's an angel train." "But we'll figure it out," says Dean—"Cas, buddy, I need you." "Dean. . ."pleads Cas. "If a Leviathan wants to take a shot at us, let him," says Dean-"We ganked those bitches once before, we can do it again." "It's too dangerous," says Cas. "Let me bottom-line it for you," says Dean, "I'm not leaving here without you, understand?" "I understand," Cas says.
Fade to present. Gray-suit calls to Ladies, gentlemen and other, welcome to this once-in-a-lifetime event. Crowley greets the young angel Alfie and asks him if he's slumming it. Magical and alchemical esoterica, is how Gray-suit describes this auction. The foursome takes our their cash. Our prices may be high, but our quality is unmatched, and we stand by our products. Behind them, Crowley mutters that he doesn't understand why they want that hunk of dirt—so, it tells them how to blast back a few demons. "I'll just make more—can't get rid of all my black-eyed boys, Samantha." "We'll see," predicts Sam. They pool their resources—two grand, credit cards and a Cosco membership. First item, an amulet of Hesperus, is up for 3 tons of dwarvan gold. The foursome look at each other. HUH? Crowley grins. "Plan C?" Says Sam. Big time, agrees Dean, who rises to use the restroom.
Dean follows a man wheeling a batch of merchandise into a room, which he closes, locks and pockets the key. Dean bumps into him on his way back, and picks the key from his pocket. He unlocks the door, but two men are in there—and so is the tablet. "This isn't the men's room," Dean says, closing the door. Back at the auction, the Hammer of Thor has gone up for bid, and the man who withdrew the finger bone from his safety deposit box is bidding that grotesque digit for it. Gray-suit gets a negative from the man in charge, so the man offers 5/8's of a virgin in a bloody bag, too, causing Sam's eyebrows to go up in confusion. "Sold," says Gray-suit. Dean returns to report that Plan C tanked. "Try Plan D, for Dumb-ass," suggests Crowley. Next lot, the Word of God—very old, very rare, says Gray-suit. Crowley rises—"Three billion dollars," he bids. "Wow," say the brother in unison. "The Mona Lisa," offers Samandriel. "The real Mona Lisa, where she's topless." Crowley asks. "Vatican City," says the angel. "Alaska," says Crowley. "Palin and the Bridge to Nowhere," says Gray-suit, "no thanks." "All right, the moon," offers Crowley. "You're bidding the moon?" Dean says in disbelief. "You think a man named Buzz gets to go into space without making a deal?" Crowley asks softly. "I'm sorry," says Gray-suit, "our reserve price has not been met, so, in order to stimulate the bidding, we're going to add an item to this lot—Kevin Tran, Prophet of the Lord." Mama make a sound of horror. Kevin is suddenly gone from beside her, chained to the wall. Sam and Dean are pushed down in their seats by a giant goon. "Mr. Tran is the only person who can read this tablet," says Gray-suit, "which make them a perfect matching set." Mama has risen to her feet. "Stop!" She cries, "I'll give you whatever you want!--I have a 401K!--my house." There is laughter. Good effort, says Gray-suit, but I'm afraid this is a little out of your price range. "My soul," she pledges. "Mom," don't! Pleads Kevin. "I bid my soul," Mama repeats. "Are you sure?" Dean asks—"That's a big move." "Interesting," says the head man. "If it's souls you're after," says Crowley, "I can give you a million." Dean turns to the angel and asks, "Are you gonna get in on this?" "I guard the souls in heaven, we don't horse-trade them, answers the angel." "Do we have a deal?" Crowley asks. The head honcho insists it isn't the quantity, but the sacrifice. "This little lady's soul is the most valuable thing she has—it's everything—you will endow for everything, Mr. Crowley." "Tick tock," mocks Dean. "Fine, you win," says Crowley, "I bid my own soul!" The head honcho bursts into laughter and says, "Mr. Crowley, you don't have a soul." To Mama, he says, "Congrats, sweetheart." "Thank you," says Mama. Pissed off, Crowley exits. Kevin is very upset. Sam and Dean aren't very happy, either.
Sitting together in the empty auction room, Mama asks if losing her soul will hurt. "Probably," answers Dean. "Will I die?" She asks, "No, you'll just wish you were dead," says Sam. Gray-suit enters. "It's time," he says. Sam and Dean stand. "You all right?" Dean asks. "Yeah," she says tearfully, "can I just have a minute?" "This sucks," says Sam. "I can't believe we're about to close the gates of hell forever," says Dean, "if you ask me, we got off cheap." Bracing her shoulders, Mrs. Tran rises. "Excuse me, Miss?" The young angel says, joining her. "Hi, my name's Alfie—I'm an angel." "Who works at Wiener Hut?" Mama asks, perplexed. "No, this is. . .it doesn't matter," he says, "What you did in here is amazing. And I want you to know that my friends and I can protect your son—the Winchesters are exceptional men, but they're just men—if Kevin comes with us--" "No," she says, the last time angels tried to help my son, I watched them die, and Kevin went missing for a year, so no offense, but I'm going to take my chances with them." He nods and leaves.
The weird man takes his Hammer of Thor. "I've missed you," he croons. "Where's the kid?" Dean demands. Kevin is brought out. "What are you going to do with her soul?" Sam asks. "Whatever I want," the head honcho responds, "I might sell it—or maybe just tuck it away with my other precious objects, let them keep me warm at night, mmmmm," he leers at Mama. He holds out his arms. "Whenever you're ready, dear," he says. She steps forward to take his hand. WAIT! Dean insists, pushing up her sleeve. "Hello, boys," says Mama in a deep voice—"Crowley?"--her eyes go red and she pushes them violently aside. "You can't, my warding spells," objects the head honcho. "Your Girl Friday showed me a few loopholes," sneers Mama/Crowley. Gray-suit just shrugs in resignation. (Flashback: After Mama refuses the angel's help, Gray-suit tells her that was very, very stupid! and burns the warding-off tattoo from her arm.) "And all it cost me was an island in the South Pacific," brags Mama/Crowley, "I love a bargain." Gray-suit knifes the head honcho with a stake which Mama/Crowley pulls from his chest and tosses into the chest of the guard standing between Gray-suit and Kevin. "Can't do all my tricks," says Mama/Crowley, "but I can do enough." "GET OUT OF HER!" Kevin cries. Dean fishes his DKK out of the box containing all the confiscated weapons. Mama/Crowley has taken the tablet. "If I had a nickel for every time someone has screamed THAT at me," she smirks. Sam tackles her to the ground, "Getting in touch with your feminine side, huh, Crowley?" taunts Dean. "Something like that, she says," back on her feet, tablet still in her grasp. "Well come and get 'em," Dean invites. "One outta two ain't bad," she says, and runs off. "Watch the kid," orders, Dean and pounds after the demon. Kevin tries to run after them, but Sam grabs and stops him. Gray-suit is there with a gun, and bullets, firing at them.
Gray-suit gets Kevin in his sight, forcing him to halt. "You know what's better than one private island?" He asks—two private islands. Sam comes up behind him and whomps him with Thor's Hammer, which he borrowed from it's owner. Kevin takes off. "Okay, give it back," the hammer's owner says, holding out his hand. "Where did you get the 5/8ths of a virgin?" Sam asks. The old man shrugs, smiles and doesn't answer. Sam strikes him with the hammer, reducing him to nothing.
Dean catches up to Mama/Crowley, DKK at her throat. (Was he going to kill the demon—and Mama Tran?) Kevin comes upon them. "MOM!" He calls. Crowley exits in a plume of red smoke. Crowley, brushing dirt off his coat, says, that was exciting. He bends down and picks up the tablet. Kevin kneels beside his unconscious mother. "Good luck closing the Gates of Hell—without this," he say. "Surprising what Mommy dearest has rattling around in her head—wanna know who your real father is?--scandalous!" "Crowley!" Dean says. "I know we're not mates, Kevin," says the demon, "but one word of advice—run—run far—and run fast—cause the Winchesters—they have a habit of using people up and watching them die—bloody. Toodles." Dean glares after him as he departs.
Kevin sits before his silent mother. "Has she said anything?" Sam asks. Kevin shakes his head. "What your Mom went through, it's hell," says Dean, "trust me, I know—but she seems tough, she'll pull it together." "You tried to kill her," Kevin accuses, crying. "Kid, in this life. . ." begins Dean. "Shut up!" Kevin orders—"I don't wanna hear anymore of your crappy speeches; I just wanna talk to my mom—I love her." "Sure," agrees Dean. "Ten minutes," Sam says, and he and Dean exit the room. "Mom?" pleads Kevin, reaching out to her. She stares straight ahead, wordless.
Outside the room, Sam asks his brother, "Were you really going to. . ." "What?--slit soccer Mom's throat?" Finishes Dean. "Yeah, I was—wish I had." "Dean," begins Sam. "It was Crowley," Dean reminds him, "no matter what meat suit he was in, I should have knifed him." Seeing reproach on Sam's face, Dean adds, "Yeah, it would have sucked and I would have hated myself, but, what's one more nightmare, right?" Sam makes a bitch-face. "Does it seem a little quiet in there to you?" Dean asks. When they check, Kevin and his mother are gone. "Kevin?" Sam calls. "KEVIN!" Dean calls more loudly. "You gotta be kiddin me!" Kevin left a note—they bolted, we shouldn't come looking, since we lost the tablet, Kevin figures we don't need him. "Yeah, but Crowley still does," Sam says desperately—what's that kid thinking? "He thinks people I don't need anymore, they end up dead," reads Dean from the note. "Dean, that's not true, you know that," Sam assures him. Dean crumples up the note and has a flashback of holding Cas' hand as he's about to fall. "DEAN!" Cas calls desperately.
Wow, what an amazing episode! I so loved Mama Tran, giving up her soul for her son. I mean, I'm the mother of an only son, and I FELT her heartbreak and desperation. I loved it that her one soul was worth the million Crowley was offering up. Go, soccer moms!
Here we learned more about what happened when Dean (and Benny) found Cas in Purgatory. Cas agreed to join Dean, but something apparently went wrong, and Cas either died or was lost somehow. We know Cas didn't come back with Dean and Benny, or at least it appears he didn't. What happened? We don't know yet, not the whole story, but it doesn't look good for Dean. It looks like he let Cas down somehow.
Wild auction, huh? Weird pieces, weird payment, weird participants. Our heroes wanted to pay by plain old money and Cosco membership, Mr. Vili had an ancient bone! I was glad Sam killed that bizarre creature with his own Hammer of Thor, especially after he murdered the poor teller earlier in the episode. Dean has become pretty bloodthirsty, though, or returned to his bloodthirsty ways. He was going to kill Mama/Crowley and felt it was the right thing to do, even if it meant killing Kevin's mother. I suspect that's the main reason Kevin fled. He saw that Dean wasn't really willing to protect them any longer.
On to our questions.
1. I give this episode a nine out of ten. How about you, yay or nay?
2. What do you think happened in Purgatory with Cas, Dean and Benny?
3. What was your favorite part of the auction, or didn't you like it at all?
4. Did you think Kevin was right to take his mother and flee?
5. How did you like Crowley in this ep? What did you think about his teasing Kevin about who his daddy is? Could it be Crowley himself?
6. I didn't understand what happened with the reverse Latin thing Sam did with Mama's neighbor. Can someone explain it to me, please.
7. Who or what was Gray-suit? Besides just the auctioneer?
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