Ripper Street (2012–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - A Stronger Loving World - full transcript

Now, let's see.

Yeah, a few of the red ones,
please.

Special someone, sir?
None more so.

They say "truest love", red
tulips. Did you know that?

No, I didn't.

For every bloom a meaning,
sir, and every colour too.

Might the lady care for
another?

Yeah. Yeah, she likes these.

Love forever lasting.

Go on, then, let's have a
couple of the yellow ones,
then I'm off.

Well, girl? What meaning these?



Love without hope.

It's only bloody flowers, innit?

Rose?

Rose, girl, what happened?

You're leaving?

What else can I do?

He owns this playhouse,
Bennet, but he don't own me.

Well...

What'll you do, girl?

Find honest work somewhere
I ain't told to let the boss rut

and grunt atop me for the
privilege of it.

I just...

I wanted something
better for meself, Bennet.

Rose, there will be something better,
girl.



I mean, you've more wits and heart
about you than anyone I...

You'll see, things'll work out.

Things do work out.

She's a lucky lady, Bennet,
your Bella.

I'd, uh...

I'd better be on me way.

I'm sorry, Rose, I am.

Pardon my lateness, love.

The inspector needed me...

Bella?

Bella?

You really need me to tell you this
wasn't an accident?

Smells fishy, all right.

What is that stench?

It's whale oil.

This place was torched with
whale oil.

Oi! It's the bloody Jews!

Hang a noose round
the lot of the kike bastards!

Who gave you these, boy?
Some bloke.

Paid me to spread 'em.
What "bloke"?

I dunno! His face was hid!
How about you leave him

and chase after the yids what
done this?

You seem pretty sure
who lit that match, son.

Left their mark, plain as day.

Is that Hebrew?

Flight, get a photographer.

Yes, sir.

Sergeant.

I was expecting you at the...

church.

It's not like her, sir.

I know my Bella,
she's in trouble, I can feel it.

I've, er... I've scoured the streets.

I don't know what else to do.

You're certain
there's no signs of abduction?

I don't think so.
Least, not what I could see.

Bennet, when you first started
courting Bella...

..I had concern...

Reid.

Concern?
Not every wild cat can be tamed.

You're wrong about her.
Look, Drake.

Did you talk to Susan?

She's not back on her back! Only to
see if she has any other ideas.

No!

Why don't me and you go ask
her, huh?

Long Susan threw you out.
Are you welcome there?

About as welcome as your
advice on every man's
goddamn marriage.

I just...

I just need a small sum for
lodging, till I find a new
playhouse.

Rose, I've got nothing to give
you.

The music hall remains your
best option.

So I should just...crawl back to
Blewett, then, should I?

Let him take what he wants?

Doesn't matter how hard we
try, does it, girl?

In the end, we pay with the basest
coin of all.

Sorry, are we interrupting
something? It's about Bella.

She never spoke of family,
friends or anyone

and I learnt long ago in the running
of this house not to pry.

Well, was there ever a...

..another...gentleman?

Before the sergeant, that is.

Not known to me. Rose?

Nor me.

I am sorry, Sergeant.
I wish I could tell you more.

I have matters to attend. You're
welcome to finish your tea.

Susan.

Susan!

Goddamn it!
Don't touch me.

And do not call again on this
house, unannounced.

Or what? You'll call the
police?

This is my home, Susan!

This is my home.

Bennet...
You keep away from me, girl.

Bennet, I'm your friend.

No!

No, I should've been home.

Not with you.

If I'd been home, she wouldn't be
gone, would she?

Nothing good comes from being
round you.

Get back!

It was the Catholics!

What sorrow the Catholics have
visited on us, Detective Reid.

Inspector.
Mr Bloom.

A religious war brews in
Whitechapel.

Mrs Goldstone said...
you were looking for me.

I hope someday
it is happier circumstances

that bring me to your door.

Inspector, save your
photographs. I saw the graffito
for myself.

"Shall a trumpet
be blown in the city

"and the people not quake in
fear?

"Shall there be evil in the city,
if the Lord has not done it?"

The Torah?

Is it your belief that the Jews

are responsible for the burning of
that church?

Are any so radical in their
views known to you?

A boy was...

flinging these...

outside the shul

like confetti.
A boy was pamphleteering

outside the church also.

Peddling anti-Semitic
sentiment.

A striking coincidence, would
you not say?

A call to Jews for savage
retribution.

"Scorch the Gentiles as
before with righteous fire for
their desecration."

He says no member of this
shul would write such words,

nor seek such violence.

And he is afraid what will
befall us.

I will not allow the fomenting
of hatred in this community.

Inspector...the men of these
streets are no brotherhood.

We are neighbours
of circumstance, necessity.

The fence of tolerance
that pens us is frail.

We are not animals here, Mr Bloom.

Now that is a radical view.

Bella?

Bella?

Oh.

I... Forgive me.

Forgive me.

You're welcome to join us, if you
like. We saw you sat alone.

Maggie.

What I'd like, Maggie, is to be left
in peace with my gin.

I didn't mean...

I just thought you...
Was a time not long past

I was needful of friends and
was lucky to find some, is all.

I'll leave you be.

Evening, pretty one. Tug us off?

I'll rip it off!

Hello!

Bella.

Where have you...?

Bennet, this is Gabriel.

Who?!
My uncle.

Your uncle?!

Gabriel Kane.

I...

Where were you?

I've been out of my mind, girl!
I left a note.

A note?

No, this...

I swear it wasn't there.

Bella, I've been searching all
over. I thought...

I'm so sorry.

The apology should be mine,
Mr Drake.

My visit was unannounced and I
brought with me the worst of news.

My daughter, sir.

Lily.

For some months
the typhus had clawed at her.

Lily had uttered many times a
wish to see once more the
sweet face of whom she,

in happier times, had cherished,
dear as a sister.

When, by chance, Bella's whereabouts
became known to me,

I came without a second
thought

and, in no less haste, Bella
rushed to spend the night by
Lily's side.

Did she...?

She passed, sir.

Before sunrise.

I am sorry.

Bella never spoke of any family. May
I ask of Lily's mother?

The sun does not rise upon a
single day without my
yearning for her.

This meal is delicious, my dear.

I feel blessed to be in your home.

There is no tie that binds
more than family.

Do you not agree, Mr Drake?

Oh, I, er... I never knew much of
family. Until Bella.

She tells me you took the queen's
shilling. Egypt, was it?

For a time. You?

No such privilege, sir.

My travel was undertaken not for
queen and country, but for study.

I travelled through Sinai
en route to Persia, Bengal.

The study of what?

All kinds.

Exploration, anthropology.

A seeking, you might say.

Seeking of?

Truth.

I stayed for a time
at a shelter for women, but...

These streets deal a poor hand to men
and women alike.

We're sisters and brothers here.

All of you live here?

And plenty more besides.

They'll demolish all this soon
enough for roads or trains or
factories

but until these bricks are rubble,

any who come needful of shelter or
friendship can find both.

There's soup, if you're hungry.
Oh...

I have new friends too.

Father will be happy with you.

Samuel, this is Rose.
How do, Rose.

Samuel is one of
Father's finest students.

You did well last night.

"Thou brakest the head of leviathan
in pieces, gavest to his people

"inhabiting the wilderness."

Excuse me, Rose. I am requested.

What's in there?

That's Father's chamber.

Who is this Father?

He found this place for us.
Made us a family.

You'll meet him tomorrow.

A bed for the night, Maggie.
That's all.

Come the morning, I make my
own way.

I can't make you trust us, Rose.

But I can tell you
that each soul here,

when first they came, had reason
never to trust again.

Rest. You will not be troubled.

Bennet.

Bella...

Bella, I thought you'd...

That note. It wasn't there.

It was there, Bennet.

I swear.
It was there.

You never once spoke of them.
Gabriel. Lily. Anyone.

It felt like they were in another
life.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

No, that's all right.
It's all right, my love.

This entire day
can kiss my holiest of holies.

Home. You with me?

It's not your home, man, it's mine.

Look at these, will you? Do they not
strike you similar?

Reid, listen to me.

First, I'm gonna drink this.

Then I'm gonna throw up.

And then...I'm gonna drink this.

And then I'm gonna pass out.

Now, you wanna make use of
my brain, do it now.

I know a thing or two about
bone setting.

But you're shit outta luck
when it comes to typesetting.

And on that, I bid...adieu.

Panic in the air, streets
on the brink. Just like the
good old days.

And now this.

Circulating on Underwood
Street this morning.

Yeah. Heard St Anne's
Church took a pasting the like
of the synagogue.

Whoever sets Jews against Gentiles
will do the same for the Irish.

The pamphlets. Did they come off the
same press?

You must have me confused with the
psychical two doors down.

If you wish my torch of truth
to illumine the holy mysteries

of ink and type,
quid pro quo, Inspector.

That's foreign, chum.

You must have an ear for it.
Me old china.

A church burns on our
doorstep, man!

This is no penny dreadful to be eked
out over your grubby pages.

You came up through the
print-works, did you not?

An ink-streaked urchin,
giddy with hot lead

and hungry to one day rule
the Fourth Estate.

Truly, William Stead
must quake at your rivalry.

"Quid pro quo"?

You seem to labour under the
belief that we have some
"arrangement".

A symbiosis,
as the biologists would say.

But there is no biologist yet that
has a name for what you are.

Come, Sergeant.

We need the opinion of a
professional, not a muck-shoveller.

Wait.

Right, see this.

The smudge?

We call it a slur.

See, some of these are printed fine
enough, but every few,

a slur.
Meaning?

Looks like they were
printed on an Albion.

Lovely old press,
but a bugger with the trems.

It's vibrations.
From?

Door slam, floor thump,
anything that would make the
room shake.

Christ, you could fart, it would make
the platen do a judder.

These slurs. They're regular.

Same disturbance each time.

Then go look for a clockwork
flatulent. Look, I've work to do,
gentlemen.

Sergeant, I, er...

Bennet, I... Forgive me...

I am happy for you she's
home safe.

I hope some day...
I'm able to say to you likewise.

Trains. Could it be the trains?

Years back
I lived in a place by the tracks.

Room shook like an earthquake
every half-hour.

Can you determine if
these pamphlets were printed
using the same ink?

Like Friedlieb Runge does.
Friedlieb who?

Runge. I saw a lecture about his
experiments with dye.

Colour patterns.

Those wily cabbage-eaters.
Is it possible?

Yeah, in theory, I guess, sure.
But what would be the point?

There are maybe seven or
eight brands of ink vended
wholesale to printers.

So, even if you found the
match, Reid...

Yes, the field remains wide.

But how many print-shops
who purchase this type of ink

are situated near enough
to rail tracks for this slur?

It's lucky for you I'm a
gambling man, Reid. Send
Flight shopping.

I need samples.

Here's your ink, right here.
No doubt about it. Compounds.

You see?
Precisely the same.

Heylin's Black Empire,
number 4.

Who uses that?

There's one, um...two printers
that buy it, near enough
tracks.

But this one, it's right on
the London & Blackwall, sir.

Get me a hansom!

Gaddis!

Here's the Albion, sir.

Whale oil?

Samuel Gaddis.

Gaddis...

Was it you...alone?

Father.

Why? To what end spread
such hate?

We got him, leastwise.

Oh, you're still here.

I started reading and...

That's Father's. He's written
so many. What did you think?

Do you believe all this, Maggie?

That there's some better
world to come?

There is, Rose.

I've seen it.

I couldn't to begin with, of course.

I...
I had my doubts, as you do.

But Father helped me to see.

And the truth, when at last we
glimpse it, can be so bright, it
dazzles.

Stay a little. Meet Father.
He'll help you understand.

I don't think so, Maggie.

Thank you for your kindness,
but...I'll make my way.

Forgive me.

You must be hungry.

You're a kind soul, Maggie.

That's what Father says.

I do so wish you would stay
to meet him.

Father, I cannot.

The years without you
have passed as centuries.

Fate has brought you back to me.

Now you must renounce your adultery
with this man Bennet.

What matter it was one night
or two years past

when the hurt remains afire?

He is a good man. And I would not
have you lie to him.

I love him!

And I love you.

I love Bennet.

Then bring him to us.

I have waited for you.

As did Lily.

She howled for you...

Gabriel, don't!

If you'd stayed...

..she'd have found the will
to fight the illness.

I had to leave.

I was a child myself.

But you're a child no longer.

Do you not think your Bennet...

who has seen, just as I...

..the vicious face of Man...

..who has waded in the blood...

..who this very day takes desperate
threadbare broom

to the filth of the streets...

Do you not think such a man would
understand our work here?

I would not have you leave him to the
sordid vanity of this world.

If you love him, my Bella...

..save him.

Philip! Maggie!

You go round.

Rose? You're safe with us.

Rose!

Save him.

This book, The Golden Bough,

it's extraordinary how he picks
together the common thread of...

religion and mythology, folklore.

God's a fairy tale. This is news?

His thesis is somewhat more
intricate. Thesis?

Man'll pin up any rag he can to
veil himself from the naked truth.

There's a thesis.

The naked truth being...?

That we're born alone, we die alone,

and not one thing in-between makes a
jot of goddamn sense.

Pray with me.

Say, Reid...

This whole rumpus with
Drake's old lady.

You really buy that long lost
uncle thing?

Not especially.

No.
Question is, does Sergeant Drake?

Good luck broaching that subject.

You think him a cuckold?

Love.

Love someone, you gotta trust them.

Love. All of it.
That's just an act of faith.

If you don't got that, what's left?

You're saying he should
demand to know the truth.

I'm saying I got a feeling
for why he hasn't.

Man'll pin up any old rag.

You're hurt.

You hurt yourself.

There's a bit of blood,
but it's not too deep.

Er, just hold that tight.

I was passing.

No.

What is it, girl?

Not yet, Gabriel.

No more lies.

Not now! Get out!

Explain yourselves!

Is that not a wifely duty?

Who are you?

Will you have at me with your
billy club?

Bennet, no! Leave him be,
I beg you. I'll explain.

I beg you. Just go!

Whoever you are,
you bring strife at your back.

Now hear me good -
you come near her again,

you'll wish it was a billy club.

Now, get out of our home. Go!

I lay all my love at your door,
Bella.

There is no burden you can
share that I would not
shoulder beside you.

So, please...

just tell me.

Who is he?

Eh?

Was he your...?

Did you...work for him?

Do you wonder, Bennet...
what turn life might have taken

if you'd done things different?

What things, girl?

A left when you went right.

A yes when you said no, anything.

If you'd wed Rose in my
place, for instance.

Do you think she'd have
made you happier?

There is no man in this world has
ever known the happiness

you have brought me, Bella.
But do you wonder?

No, girl.

Rose is...

She was...

W...

I don't want to talk about Rose.
I want to talk about Gabriel.

I think she'd have made you
happier, Bennet.

Jesus!

At least she never kept secrets
from me.

He was about to set flame
to the English Martyrs.

The church full for service.

A constable was passing, saw him
ready bottles of whale oil outside.

Made for him.

At which he doused himself,
lit a match.

Goddamn it!

The constable said he was in the
grip of some...rapture.

Incanting, ecstatic amid the
fire. Just as Gaddis did.

These...fanatics would have
Whitechapel torn apart.

Who are they?

Sergeant?

Forgive me, Inspector, I, um...

Mrs Drake?

Take the day, Bennet.

There is work to be done, sir.

And there are sometimes matters more
needful besides.

I learned as much too late
and to my own cost.

Go to her.

Thank you, sir.

Find something, man.

Your brother Jacob gave himself this
morning unto the flame.

Leapt forth,

wings spread, as did Samuel Gaddis
before him.

They did so with neither
fear nor sorrow,

for they knew to which bright and
fabulous place they would soar.

But, Father, Jacob was
stopped before...

Do not think him
failed in his purpose.

Jacob brought this day
a clarion to their door.

It is from love we seek to stir the
lost flocks of this city,

rouse them from their drone-lives of
prayer in false temples.

It is from love
we set tribe against tribe.

Only to teach them what hate is bred
from their dung-hill idolatries.

And by the light of your steps,

those lost flocks will soon follow.

And by your love...

..you will show them
the meaning of Faith.

Bennet!

Oh, thank Christ.
I was coming to find you.

Not now, girl.
I saw her, Bennet...

Bella, with a man.

What man?

They...

They called him Father,

but what I saw, it...

I wouldn't lie to you, Bennet!

Shut up, girl! I can't bear to see
her cuckold you.

Rose, I...

Rose!

Vigilantes, Inspector.

Protecting themselves
from the "Hebrew menace".

Come.

There is some kabbalah...here.

The rest I cannot read,

but I can tell you
it is the script of John Dee.

Dee? The mathematician?

Mathematician, yes.

But alchemist also and
astrologer to the court of
Queen Elizabeth.

A keen student of the occult
who came to believe

he was conversing
with angels of apocalypse.

This was their language. I need
to know who studies this.

Inspector, there are many scholars
of such material.

And their number grows.

With its every triumph of discovery,
the Age takes hammer

and chisel to Man's pillars.

Is it so surprising there are those
in need of new pillars?

No, not surprising, Mr Bloom.

Dismaying.

And I would not have thought you so
accommodating of hocus-pocus.

Of course.

What use the folly of God
to the rational mind?

You are for Progress, Science, Truth.

And you are not?
Oh, I am...

rational, Inspector.

And I hear, every day, men
such as yourself, who would
have us believe

our journey to Truth
will set us free.

But Man has no more desire for Truth
than a dung beetle.

Like any animal,
he desires meat and sex.

And like any animal
who feels himself caged by
what is...

he will yearn for anything
that lies beyond the bars.

Dee called it magic.
You call it progress.

You are a cynic.
I am a scientist.

The only thing as irrational
as faith in God

is faith in Man.

The printer who made these
said his last prayer

and cut his own throat open
in front of me.

I must know which "scholars" have
taken such leave of their reason.

A printer? By what name?
Name of Gaddis. Samuel Gaddis.

Inspector...are you familiar with the
Order of the Golden Dawn?

Welcome to Isis-Urania.

Jemima Swann.

And you are...

a policeman.

I am Inspector Reid.

And I need to know about Samuel
Gaddis. You interrupt my study,
Mr Reid.

If your business here
concerns Mr Gaddis...

Samuel Gaddis is dead, Miss Swann.
And my business concerns...this.

This is not his own work.

Then whose?

Gaddis was...

He was the disciple of a great
adept,

a man named Gabriel Cain.

Where is Cain?

He too left, but this is his
work, I'm sure of it.

Then help me find him.

He disappeared.

He was the finest scholar I've
known.

He travelled further, read wider,
thought deeper than any other.

But he saw only a world
drenched in its own cruelty.

He came to believe that a great
cataclysm drew close,

fit for such corruption.

Kalki. Destroyer of Foulness
astride his white horse,

sword of fire to cleave all
darkness.

Gabriel believed...

he was the sword of fire.

Is he insane?

He is a man of faith, not madness,
and that is why people follow him.

And did you?

Inspector, I expelled him from this
Temple,

but a circle formed around him.
Gaddis.

First among those who
believed Gabriel was their
shepherd to the future.

And this.

A clarion. Gabriel's own
testament.

He spoke of leading his
followers from this world.

And he is preparing to do so.

What does that mean?
Is he going to kill them?

No, Inspector.

They will kill themselves...in
their numbers, in pure exaltation.

There, at the founding of
Isis-Urania.

It is the only likeness of him.

This girl...

She was his holy queen.

Her name?

He named her Bella.

She is with child.

Inspector...

I cannot, Gabriel.
I will not bring him to you.

Please...leave us be.

Please come in, Mr Drake.

Your love for him is not real,
Bella.

It is.

No, it is not!

For me, your love is real.

For him, there is nothing.

Who are you?

Where's my Bella?

Come...

What is this place?

You see? It is destiny. He has come
without you having to bring him.

Bella, what...?

Who is he?

Her teacher.

Her saviour.

And father of her child.

She died, Bennet.

Her name was Lily.

I left...

I left her...
She died for want of her mother.

No...

Bella.

Bella wishes you, as do I...
to join us here.

Let our Holy Family welcome you

and save you from a world
you know to be black in heart

and red in claw.

Bennet, no!

Bennet!

It's Edmund.

Bennet!

Jesus!

Drake.

You have anything?

Oh, maybe.

I found this in his gut.

Peyote.

Back home, the Indians use it to
commune with the spirit world.

Sort of a...religious rite.

I've heard of it -
hallucinations, trance states.

Yeah. That would account for the
raptures of Barbecue Bill here.

Hardly a common narcotic on these
streets, though. Where would one
obtain it?

In London? Believe me, I wish
I knew.

It's from a cactus, is it not?

Lophophora williamsii. Cut from the
crown and dried out.

There is an abundance of
horticulturalists and
flower-sellers in this city,

but how many of them do you
suppose

sell exotic cacti
from the American desert?

Flight!

This is my body,
which is broken for you.

If you do not,

I will have Philip break his jaw
and smash out every tooth.

You will wake, and we will be
together.

What lies before
us...take it not for mere play.

Through its array breathe the angels
themselves.

You know them, don't you, Bennet?

Especially your goddess of war.

This form of chess was born
in India,

centuries past.

There is a belief amongst the Hindus
that the world is in its final era.

An age of vice,

degeneracy,

avarice.

But, day by day, the gyres spin
apart - Samhara draws close,

bright dawn devouring every
shadow.

Look not upon her with the name of
another on your lips.

Your Rose.

Of course Bella told me.

I know all of it. Now I shall bring
your Rose to you

and, together,
you can enter the next life.

And you shall enter it on
wings of light

and know at last that you
have come home to a world
stronger and more loving

than any you could dream.

Ooh!

All right, Rose?

Do what you want.

Come on, Rose.

Bennet?

Bennet?

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

It is Rose.

It's your Rose.

Rose.
Shh.

Forgive me.
Shh.

Cummings Horticulture.
Purchase orders for
Lophophora williamsii.

All these orders...the same
address.

I'll get a Maria.

Wait. This...

The same purchase - Atropa
belladonna.

Belladonna? They've bought
nightshade.

That's how they're gonna kill
themselves.

They're gonna drink
goddamn poison.

They brew that up, every single one
of them's dead

within a half-hour.
There's some things I need.

Hurry, man!

"When flowers
will be begot within flowers,

"then will the Yuga come to its
end."

As foretold, the hour of
reckoning is upon us.

Where you ascend to this day,

know that your brothers,
sisters and Father follow.

To take this glittering cup

is to split asunder
the chains of this world.

When my daughter took her brave
steps into the light...

I understood at last

that I was but an instrument
of that light.

It beamed from a world which
called upon all those with faith
and wisdom

to give themselves unto it.

As the butterfly
casts off its husk to soar,

shall you leave forever
this land of the dead.

It is time.
You shall be reunited with
your love.

Where's Bennet?

With his brothers and sisters.
They're so blessed, Rose.

As will you be...tonight.

Gabriel's light will flood
inside of you.

Drake!

Cain! Show yourself!

Cain...
It is as I foretold.

Witness a miracle, sir.

I am saving them.

Behold a simple man
embrace his rapture.

He drank his fill ten minutes ago.

No!

Get her away from him!

Calabar extract for anyone
who drank.

You hold his head to the right.

Open up, Sarge.

Please, no...

Forgive me.
Shh...

Forgive me. I...

I killed you...

I-I killed you all.

He's going to be all right.

Huh?

Ain't that right, friend?

You're gonna be all right.

Sit him down. Sit him down.

Bella! Please!
No, Bennet. No, Bennet...

Please let me see my Bella, please!
Ah!

No, Bella!

I deserve my shackles,
Bennet.

I'll rot in them for what I've
done. Then you can have her.

No, girl.

I know you loved her first.
I've always known.

I tried to be the best I could for
you, but I could never be her,
could I?

It isn't true, Bella, please...

What place for me
in a world without your love?

No!

No, please! Jackson!

Please...!

Please...

Whitechapel's carpenters and builders
lend their skill at no cost.

Jew, Gentile, Irish, English.

I hear the same is true of
the churches.

A man might, in his softer moments,

have to concede something
to your creed of progress.

I daily witness that which would
cause any sane man to deny

the very notion of good...

in God or in Man.

And there are times when I have
thought to do so myself.

When I saw my...daughter
vanish in flame and darkness,

that day the dwindling spectre
of a God vanished too.

But I cannot - I will not -

believe that...Man...

that we are not...

We are caged by what is, you said.

But to see no further than the
bars...

..that is a terror I could not
endure.

Tomorrow may be a brighter place.

Perhaps those who believe it
are the fortunate ones.

For a man without faith...

..is a man without hope.

Bennet.

Bennet, I...

If you...

If you've ever need of a
friend...

Take your hand from me, girl.

I am made of nought but death.

Bennet?

Still hunting
for your beau, are ya?

I've got a picture now.

Have you seen him?
I've seen him.

Where, Gracie?
Nowhere you wanna go, girl.

You are a sight for a weary man.

I thought you were dead,
you son of a bitch!

My house is no longer my own.

How many blows will it take
to fell this man?