A Fairy Godmother

 

“I felt like that, once, 

when I was Young.

[Road - Three Years Earlier]

(Yasmin is sitting by the side of the road when The Police Car draws up and The Policewoman gets out.) 

ANITA: 

Hitchhiking? 

YASMIN: 

No. 

ANITA: 

Just taking in The View?

 [ Thats' a Good One -- She's Funny. There ISN'T one - this stretch of road is in the complete Middle of Nowhere and it is seemingly flat, bland and featureless as far as The Eye can see, in every direction. ] 

[ No promise of an opportunity, even, to go down to The Crossroads, and meet The Devil. ]

YASMIN: 

Not Breaking The Law, am I? 

ANITA: 

No. Where are you off to? 

YASMIN: 

Away. 

ANITA: 

It's good there. 

YASMIN: 

Leave Me Alone. 

ANITA: 

Can't do that. 

YASMIN: 

Why not? 

ANITA: 

People are Worried about you. 

YASMIN: 

No, they're not. 

ANITA: 

Your Sister is. 

That's why she called us. 

She's worried you've left and are going to do something stupid. 

I've heard things are tough. 

Getting bullied at school? 

Grades have gone a bit wonky? 

Parents don't get what's up? 

You must be feeling pretty Trapped and Alone. 

YASMIN: 

I'm feeling way more than that. 

ANITA: 

That's better than the other way. 

YASMIN: 

What? 

ANITA: 

Well, Feeling Things isn't Wrong. 

YASMIN: 

I don't want your speech. 

ANITA: 

I know. 

The Terrible Thing about Being Older is, 

You have all this experience, 

and nobody ever wants to hear it. 

'Cos I know that there's so much ahead of you. 

What if This Moment, where you want to run away from everyone, including yourself, is just that. 

A Moment. 

What if we find a way to get you through it and out The Other Side? 

I've been Where You Are. 

Moments Change. 

Help's out there. As much or as little as you need. 

YASMIN: 

I'm not listening to you. 

ANITA: 

Would Hard Cash make a difference? 

I'll make you a deal. 

Look me up in three years. 

If I'm Wrong, I'll give you 50 Quid. 

I mean, I'd say more, but the pay's rubbish. 

YASMIN: 

Get another job, then. 

ANITA: 

Can't. 

Love it too much. 

But if I'm Right, you owe me 50p. 

Come on, those are good odds.

[Number 79]

(Yasmin knocks on the door.) 

ANITA: 

Hi, can I help you? 

YASMIN: 

Hi. You won't remember me. 

My name's Yasmin... 

ANITA: 

Yasmin Khan. 

I flippin' do remember you. 

YASMIN: 

I've got something for you. 

(Holds out a 50p piece.) 

ANITA: 

You wanna come in?

Polidori

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 

This is why clowns are good.

BILL MOYERS: 

Clowns?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 

Clown religions, 

because they show that 

The Image is not a fact, 

but it’s a reflex of some kind.

BILL MOYERS: 

So does this help explain the trickster gods that show up at times?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 

They’re very much that, yes. 

[Drawing room]

(Ryan is trying to play Chopsticks, one finger each hand, and making a mess of it.) 

MARY SHELLEY: 

Such a jaunty air. 

Is it popular in the colonies? 

RYAN: 

Er, yeah. 

Me Nan taught me, but 

I always get the keys wrong. 

But she always said, there's 

no reason not to try. 

MARY SHELLEY : 

I should practise more. 

But I confess, I prefer to write. 

RYAN: 

Hmm. 

MARY SHELLEY : 

Even though my efforts are weak. 

I could never hope to match the achievements of My Parents. 

RYAN: 

Me Nan would say stick with it. 

MARY: 

Hmm. 

RYAN: 

What's his problem? 

MARY SHELLEY : 

Oh, pay Doctor Polidori no heed. 

He's bad-tempered 

because he does not sleep. 

He walks at night. 

A terrible affliction. 

Imagine, never being able to Truly Rest.

[Drawing room]

(Polidori wakes and stands.)

GRAHAM: 

You're going nowhere, pal. 

You're staying right there. 

I'm on guard.

(Polidori walks away as if in a trance.)

GRAHAM: 

Oh. Hey. Poli? Poli? 

Hello? Poli? Poli? 

Can you hear me, son? 

Can you hear me?

(Polidori walks through a wall.)

[Byron's chamber]

(The Doctor runs in.)

DOCTOR: 

Argh!

(And out and in.)

CLAIRE: 

The same chamber, over and over. 

How is it possible?

DOCTOR: 

It's not. It's...

BYRON: 

Like a dream.

[Staircase]

MARY: 

Elise? Can you hear me? 

Do you have William?

YASMIN: 

He'll be okay. 

He probably just cried himself out and fell asleep.

GRAHAM [OC]: Doc! Poli! Doc!

[Drawing room]

(Runs out and in again.)

GRAHAM: Doc!

(The woman and girl are there.)

GRAHAM: There's something seriously wrong with this gaff.

[Byron's chamber]

DOCTOR: 

Is anyone else trapped?

GRAHAM [OC]: 

Yeah.

[Drawing room]

GRAHAM: 

And I think I'm seeing 

Dead People.

(The wind blows through, extinguishing fires and candles.) GRAHAM: 

Perfect.

RYAN [OC] 

We're the same!

[Staircase]

RYAN: 

I totally saw a ghost.

YASMIN: 

We're stuck on the stairs.

MARY: 

Please! How do we move upwards? 

I need to check My Son is well.

[Byron's chamber]

DOCTOR: 

Working on it! Head's a bit fuzzy. 

Normal service will resume shortly. 

And ghosts don't exist.

[Drawing room]

GRAHAM: 

Of course not. You two just need 

a spray tan and a kip, eh?

DOCTOR [OC]: 

Graham, what sort of 

Dead People, exactly?

GRAHAM: 

Oh. How can I hear your voice, Doc?

DOCTOR [OC]: I'm using the fireplace chimney.

GRAHAM: Doc?

DOCTOR [OC]: Graham? Graham?

GRAHAM: They've gone now. And... so's Polidori.

[Byron's chamber]

GRAHAM [OC]: I've lost him.

DOCTOR: 

You had one job!

[Drawing room]

GRAHAM: 

Yeah, made more challenging by his ability to walk through walls.

[Byron's chamber]

DOCTOR: 

Through?

GRAHAM [OC]: 

Well, he just turned 

sort of zombie and 

went into one.

BYRON: 

What do you speak of? 

What is a zombie?

CLAIRE: 

Mrs Doctor?

DOCTOR: 

Kind of a Dead Person walking, 

but it won't be that.

CLAIRE: 

Mrs Doctor?

BYRON: 

How do you know?

DOCTOR: 

Because Polidori isn't dead, 

for a kick-off.

(Polidori walks in through the wall.)

CLAIRE: 

Mrs Doctor!

DOCTOR: 

Really, just ‘Doctor’ is fine.

BYRON: 

Polidori!

(Byron hides behind Claire.)

CLAIRE: 

He emerged from the wall 

like a phantom.

BYRON:

Begone, demon!

DOCTOR: 

Pulse? Check. 

Breathing. Check.

BYRON: 

May I just say, you are 

quite lovely in a crisis.

DOCTOR: 

No, you may not. 

The lights are on, 

but he's gone 

on a mini-break.

BYRON: 

Possessed?

CLAIRE: 

Or asleep?

 He walks in his sleep.

BYRON:

One does not sleepwalk 

through walls.

DOCTOR: 

Not just through. Up. 

He was downstairs a second ago. What you said before...

BYRON: 

About being lovely?

DOCTOR: 

Back a bit.

BYRON: 

Er... Demon?

DOCTOR: 

It's like dreaming... 

only we aren't, and he is. 

So he can't see 

The Illusion.

(She puts her hand through the wall.)

DOCTOR: 

But it's more than that. 

We're surrounded. Immersed. 

It's sort of like a... 

A perception filter! 

Close your eyes. Clear your mind. 

We're only experiencing 

what it wants us to.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 

This is why clowns are good.

BILL MOYERS: 

Clowns?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 

Clown religions, because they show that the image is not a fact, but it’s a reflex of some kind.

BILL MOYERS: 

So does this help explain the trickster gods that show up at times?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 

They’re very much that, yes. 

Alright, it's a Work in Progress, but So is Life. It'll Be Fine.

DOCTOR: 

All right, it's a work in progress, but so is life. 

It'll be fine. 

Oh! I got these downstairs. One must work. 

(A large collection of keys.) 

DOCTOR: You can figure out how to work a crane, right? Go. 

(She heads out along the horizontal long jib.) 

DOCTOR: Yep, way too high.

[Building site]

GRAHAM: Grace, she explicitly said not to come back. It's not safe. 

(The Gathering Coil is partway up the second crane.) 

GRACE: Look, it's swapped cranes. It's trying to bring it down. We have to stop it. 

(She hands her florescent vest to Graham and storms off.)

[Crane cab]

(Karl has reached the far end of the jib. Yasmin has been trying all the keys in the ignition.) 

YASMIN: Last one. (it works) Get in. Okay, so now we just need to swing the arm round to meet that one. 

(Ryan has been doing searches on his phone.) 

RYAN: Right, I think this shows us. Ready? 

YASMIN: Every day's a learning day.

[Crane jib]

DOCTOR: Wrong way! Wrong way!

[Crane cab]

RYAN: Wrong way. Wrong way! 

YASMIN: I know. Shut up.

[Crane jibs]

DOCTOR: Hiya, again. 

RYAN: What's going on? 

DOCTOR: When the arms line up, just step across. 

(The Gathering Coil manages to short-circuit the crane, and the jib halts about two metres lower than Karl's jib.) 

KARL: How am I supposed to get across there now? 

DOCTOR: When I said step, obviously I meant jump. Jump across. 

KARL: I can't do that! 

DOCTOR: Of course you can. Stand up, quick jump. Chop chop, I'll catch you. 

KARL: I dunno. I'm not great with heights. 

DOCTOR: What? 

KARL: It's my dad's company. 

(Tzim-Sha is now on his jib.) 

DOCTOR: Pop on over. 

KARL: Okay. I am special. 

DOCTOR: Yes, you are. 

KARL: I am brave, and I am gonna jump. 

DOCTOR: No time like the present. 

(But just as Karl has launched himself into the air, Tzim-Sha grabs him by the collar.) 

DOCTOR: Let him go! 

(Karl is dragged away.) 

KARL: I'm sorry! 

DOCTOR: If you want something doing... 

KARL: Please! Help! 

(The Doctor takes a run up, and just manages to grab onto Karl's crane.) 

ALL: Oh, my God. 

DOCTOR: These legs definitely used to be longer. 

(She hauls herself onto the jib.) 

DOCTOR: Oi, Tim Shaw, you stop right there. 

(Tzim-Sha takes off his faceplate.) 

KARL: Oh, he's got a face of teeth! 

DOCTOR: I know. I've got this. Let him go... or I destroy this. 

(Searches pockets.) 

DOCTOR: Really need a new coat. This. 

(A glowing red gizmo.) 

DOCTOR: The recall from the pod you travelled in. I took it out. Without this, you can't get home. Yeah, see? Now you're worried. If I fall, this falls with me. Then you're stuck.

[Building site]

(Graham and Grace unpack the cables, battery and stuff they used on the roof top against the Gathering Coil.) 

GRACE: Yeah? 

GRAHAM: Yeah. Come on.

[Crane jib]

DOCTOR: What do you do with them, your human trophies? 

TZIM-SHA: They're held in stasis in our trophy chambers, on the cusp between life and death. 

DOCTOR: Left to rot? How completely obscene. 

TZIM-SHA: They're not important. 

KARL: Hey! I'm important. 

DOCTOR: If I don't stop you, your people will keep doing this. 

TZIM-SHA: Give me the circuit or I detonate the bombs placed in your friends. 

DOCTOR: More weapons. Did your pet put one in Karl too? 

KARL: What? 

TZIM-SHA: There was no need. He was tagged. He is the trophy. 

DOCTOR: I thought as much. Right, you detonate the bombs, I'll destroy the recall. So, what are we going to do?

[Building site]

(They break into the high voltage shed.) 

GRACE: Right, you rewired the house, so you sort things out this end, I'll climb up. 

GRAHAM: I don't want you doing that. 

GRACE: Graham, Ryan's in danger. We don't have time to argue. Give me t'signal when you're ready. 

GRAHAM: Okay. 

(Grace kisses him.) 

GRACE: Is it wrong to be enjoying this? 

GRAHAM: Yes!

[Crane jib]

DOCTOR: Poor Tim Shaw. The wannabe leader who has to cheat because he knows he's unworthy. See, that's why I know you won't detonate. Although, you could prove me wrong cos we're all capable of the most incredible change. We can evolve while still staying true to who we are. We can honour who we've been and choose who we want to be next. Now's your chance. How about it? 

TZIM-SHA: Who are you? 

DOCTOR: Yes. I'm glad you asked that again. Bit of adrenaline, dash of outrage, and a hint of panic knitted my brain back together. I know exactly who I am. I'm the Doctor. Sorting out fair play throughout the universe. Now please, get off this planet while you still have a choice. 

TZIM-SHA: I choose to win. 

(Tzim-Sha presses an activation button, and a few moments later drops his faceplate and starts to scream in pain.) 

DOCTOR: Sorry. I removed those nasty little things from my friends - Swiss Army sonic, now with added Sheffield steel - And I implanted them back in your creature. Your transference wasn't just data, it was physical. You got everything transferred to you, including five tiny bombs. You had a choice. You did this to yourself. Go home. 

(The Doctor throws the recall circuit to Tzim-Sha, who has started to melt. Karl kicks at him and Tzim-Sha falls through the broken hand-rail, putting the recall circuit onto his chest and vanishing.) 

KARL: I am important! 

DOCTOR: You had no right to do that.

[Building site]

(Grace has climbed up to the Gathering Coil.) 

GRACE: Put a bomb in me, would you? Now, Graham! 

(Graham throws the master switch and electricity surges, starting to short out the Coil.) 

GRACE: It's working! 

(But when the Coil falls apart and drops, it knocks Grace down to the ground too, and it is not a short fall. Graham rushes to her.) 

GRACE: Don't be cross with me. 

GRAHAM: I'm not cross, baby. I'm not cross. 

GRACE: Promise me... you won't be scared. 

GRAHAM: What do you mean? 

GRACE: Without me. 

GRAHAM: Grace. Grace... 

(Ryan and Yasmin run over, then the Doctor.)

[YouTube channel]

RYAN: So, today I want to talk about the greatest woman I ever met. Smart, funny, caring. Proper special. My nan. Because... she died.

[Ryan's bedroom]

RYAN: First me mum six years ago, and now me nan. It's like the best people get taken first. I had a lot to learn from her and I were looking forward to that. She died like she lived, trying to help other people. I love you, Nan, and tomorrow I'm going out there for you.

[Moors]

(Amazingly, the bike is still rideable - but Ryan still keeps falling off, bless.) 

RYAN: Three, two, one... 

(The Doctor watches from a distance as Ryan keeps trying and falling and trying again.)

[Chapel]

DOCTOR: What time did your dad say he'd get here? 

RYAN: Two hours ago. 

DOCTOR: If he said he'll come... 

RYAN: He says a lot of things. He's never been the best at being reliable. I mean, how can he not be here? She's his mum. She would've wanted him here. I want him here. 

(The memorial service has started.) 

GRAHAM: Lots of you knew Grace longer than me, so I can't stand here and pretend to know everything about her. I wasn't her first husband, but she said I would do for a second attempt. I can only tell you about the Grace I met, when I thought I didn't have much time left. The... the Grace that showed me life had more to offer, and... And I know if she was here now, she'd tell us not to be so sad. You see, I can hear her saying to me, Graham, we had three glorious years, what're you complaining about? I'm complaining because I wanted more. You see, Grace was a better person than I could ever be. And I should have gone and... Grace should still be here.

[Outside Ryan's home]

DOCTOR: What did you mean in your speech, you thought you'd run out of time? 

GRAHAM: Oh, well, er, I had cancer and er... Well, strictly speaking, I'm still in remission, three years gone. And Grace was my chemo nurse. That's where we met and fell in love. So by rights, I shouldn't even be here. 

YASMIN: Have you got family? 

DOCTOR: No. Lost them a long time ago. 

RYAN: How do you cope with that? 

DOCTOR: I carry them with me. What they would've thought and said and done. I make them a part of who I am. So even though they're gone from the world, they're never gone from me. 

GRAHAM: That's the sort of thing Grace would have said. 

YASMIN: So everything we saw, everything we've lied to people about, is this normal for you? 

DOCTOR: I'm just a traveller. Sometimes I see things need fixing, I do what I can. Except right now, I'm a traveller without a ship. I've stayed too long. I should get back to finding my Tardis. 

YASMIN: Doctor. Can I just say, you really need to get out of those clothes. 

DOCTOR: Right, yeah. It's been a long time since I bought women's clothes.

[Charity shop]

(Lots of stuff being thrown out from behind the changing room curtain.) 

DOCTOR [OC]: Not that. Not that, not that. Ah, not that. Oh! Yes! Now, that's what I want. 

(She comes out wearing a really weird ensemble of a top with two horizontal stripes across her biggest part, a pair of half-mast flares held up by braces, and a pale grey long coat with hood. Still in the Doc Martens, though.) 

YASMIN: That's what you're going with? 

DOCTOR: Yep! Got any cash? Empty pockets. Also, I've been thinking about my Tardis. So you think you guys might be able to help me?

[Industrial unit]

(The Doctor is putting the final touches to a very Heath-Robinson lash-up. Graham is clutching a car battery.) 

GRAHAM: How long have we got to stand here for? I'm getting cramp. 

DOCTOR: Seriously, Graham, trying to concentrate here. 

RYAN: Do you understand what she's doing? 

DOCTOR: My ship uses a particular type of energy. I've tracked that energy trail from the moment I lost it to where it is now. Now, given this is a transport pod, I'm configuring it to send me to the planet where my ship seems to have ended up. 

YASMIN: You're going to another planet? 

DOCTOR: Well, trying to. Except Stenza technology's really annoying and super hard to decipher. 139 layers, seven of which don't make sense. Right. Graham. 

GRAHAM: Yeah? 

DOCTOR: Clamp those onto there. 

(Crocodile clips onto the battery terminals.) 

GRAHAM: All right. 

DOCTOR: Yaz, thread the cable onto the top. Ryan, you turn on the switch. Okay, you three, I'm almost gonna miss ya. 

(A microwave beeps.) 

DOCTOR: That's it. It's connected up. It should work. 

(She sets the timer on the microwave.) 

DOCTOR: Moment of truth, then. Wish me luck. And goodbye. Oh, deep breath. Not you lot. Me. 

(She inhales, holds it and activates the Sheffield Sonic. The microwave timer reaches zero, power surges through cables... and they all disappear. 

The Doctor opens her eyes to find she is floating in the vacuum of space - with her three new companions close by.)

The Members of The Fam : Yaz, The Damsel

A young Police Constable approaches two squabbling women. Her attitude to policing seems to channel Sgt Cawood from Happy Valley.

SONIA: 

She smashed it with a hammer!

JANEY: 

Cos you keyed me nearside door!

SONIA: 

Because you parked in my spot!

JANEY: 

It's not your spot. 

There are no spots.

YAZ: 

Ladies, please! 

Thank you. 

Can I suggest a simple solution? 

 “ Never Ask for Permission, It’s a Complete Waste of Time. ” 

— Tony Benn 

You pay for her cracked window,

 you pay for her scratched door, 

and we all agree that parking round here is a nightmare —

But that grown-ups really shouldn't need to call The Police to sort it out for them. 

Now, if we're all agreed on that, 

there's no need for me to take any further Police Action and we can all get on with our lives. 

What do you reckon?

[Police car / Police station]

YASMIN: 

I'm just saying,  
I am capable of more 
 than parking disputes.

RAMESH: 

And I keep telling you, 

Don't run before you can walk. 

You're a probationer, Yaz. 

Learn The Basics.

From Who? (See What I Did There..?)  

— She was sent out to attend the parking incident solo, so she already  knows “The Basics of Routine Community-Policing”, well enoughto do it unsupervised, without additional officers or back-up, whilst sleep-walking underwater, and with the lights off for the entire street, as well as the next 3 streets on either side. 

She Doesn’t Need Supervision

And They Know That.

Because She’s unpartnered — and out there on her own.

YAZ : 

I want to do more. 

Can you not get them to give me something that'll test me? 

Something a bit different.

RAMESH: 

There is something that just came in....

If you want ‘different’....

"T'Kuvma knew that the most powerful empire was a united empire. Twenty-four houses working as one. He believed the quickest way to bring us together was war with the Federation. 

But in this fight, we have lost our way. A new leader is needed to fulfill my lord's vision. 

I am that leader."

– L'Rell, 2257 

"Will You Take My Hand?"

Damsel #1 :

[in English] 

Scream.

I said, scream.

Damsel #2 :

No.

[both screaming] 

[guard laughs]  

[retreating footsteps] 

Damsel #1 :

Good.

You were convincing.

The guard is gone.

Now we can talk.

What happens to those who Starfleet captures? 

Damsel #2 :

In war? They're imprisoned.

Interrogated, humanely.

Eventually, they're returned to their people as part of any final peace settlement.

Damsel #1 :

So, you do not execute them.

Damsel #2 :

The Federation has no death penalty.

Damsel #1 :

I wish to defect.

There's nothing here for me now.

The p'taQ my people now follow has no honor.

It is because of Kol I am alone.

I had like-minded brothers and sisters.

Even the one chosen by Lord T'Kuvma to be his successor.

But he was chased away.

Forever gone.

Everyone is gone.

My vessel is in a nearby hangar.

Kahless willing, we will use it to both escape with our lives, and you will guarantee me safe passage onto your ship.

Damsel #2 :

My ship?

Damsel #1 :

 Discovery.

I know its shuttle delivered you to the trap on Cancri IV.

Damsel #2 :

Why should I trust you? - 

Damsel #1 :

Because we need each other, Admiral.

And what other option do you have? 

Damsel #2 :

Certain we can get to your ship undetected? 

Damsel #1 :

I know this vessel as if it were my home.

It was my home, once.

First I am ensuring the end of Kol's days.

He neglected T'Kuvma's message.

He desecrated this vessel with his fetid presence.

Before we depart, I will set the ship's warp core to overload.

Damsel #2 :

 He really disappointed you.

Damsel #1 :

He disgusts me.

My only regret is that I will not be able to see his pretty painted face as he takes his final breath.

[in Klingon] 

L'Rell, where are you taking the prisoner? 

Damsel #1 :

You were not what I expected.

Damsel #2 :

Neither were you.

[L'Rell grunting] [groans] 

Damsel #1 :

At least you won't die in a cage, Admiral.

 [yells] - [electricity sizzling] 

[in Klingon] 

She took my blade and tried to escape.

I will dispose of the body.

(WHOOSHES OPEN) 

(DOOR WHOOSHES SHUT) 

Damsel #1 :

You live.

Damsel #2 :

And you finally made it aboard the USS Discovery, 

though I suspect you've found 

the accommodations lacking.

Damsel #1 :

Even from a cage, 

Kahless Hears My Call.

Damsel #2 :

I do not subscribe to Your Ideals.

And yet, I feel as though 

You and I understand 

each other.

Damsel #1 :

T'Kuvma taught that 

all humans are 

without Courage.

About this, 

He was Wrong.

Damsel #2 :

I want to be Truthful with You.

Your Side is winning.

When we met, you had 

nothing but contempt 

for the crumbling leadership 

of The Klingon Empire.

Damsel #1 :

T'Kuvma sought to strengthen 

and unify The Great Houses.

If he has succeeded in only this, 

it is cause for celebration.

Damsel #2 :

Your Great Houses are carving up 

Federation assets among their factions —

A captured starbase 

bears the insignia of House D'Ghor, 

not of The Klingon Empire.

Is that the kind of unity your messiah proclaimed? 

They think nothing of 

the collateral damage 

caused by their brutal attacks.

They target civilians, 

hospitals, food convoys.

They slaughter innocents and inspire terror across the quadrant.

Damsel #1 :

This is War, not a child's game with rules.

We fight to preserve Klingon Identity.

Damsel #2 :

No one is looking to destroy Your Culture.

Our Laws are founded in Equality.

Freedom.

Damsel #1 :

T'Kuvma taught us that 

The Federation cannot help itself.

It seeks universal homogenization 

and assimilation.

Damsel #2 :

T'Kuvma was an ignorant fool.

And Your People are moving closer and closer 

to My Home Planet.

What are you looking for? 

More Territory? 

Conditional Surrender? 

I mean, Your People won't 

even make demands.

Why? How does This War end? 

Damsel #1 :

It doesn't.

Klingons have tasted your blood.

Conquer Us or, We will never relent.

Damsel #2 :

Thank You.