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NIGHT OF THE KILLERS

BASED ON THE WORKS OF EDGAR ALLAN POE "THE CAT AND THE CANARY"

Yahweh saw and rejected his sons and his daughters in anger.

He said, "For I will hide my face from them.

I will see what their end shall be, for they are a perverse generation,

children who know no loyalty.

I have been provoked to jealousy by that which is not God.

They have enraged me with their worthless idols.

So I will also make them jealous with those who are not people.

With a foolish nation, I will enrage them, for a fire has been kindled

and it shall burn, even to the lowest Sheol.

It will devour the Earth and its produce,

and scorch the foundation of the mountains.

I will heap misfortunes upon them

and spend my arrows against them.

They will be exhausted with hunger, consumed by poisonous pestilence."

Rufus?

Hasn't the lady come back yet?

No, sir. And with this rain and this storm.

Same as every night for the past 20 days.

She must be at the charity society.

They're preparing a charity party.

What about my niece?

She has been sleeping for a while.

That slacker.

Sir, is there anything else you need?

No, you can go away and take refuge under your wife's skirt.

I know thunder scares you.

Thank you, thank you very much, sir.

God of storms.

Lord and God of Heaven and Earth, as you manifest your holy wrath,

manifest thy goodness and mercy.

I beseech thee.

Deborah.

Go to bed.

I'll be right there to keep you company.

Lord, put us out of this misery.

Look for a folded page in the Book of Revelation.

In it, you will find the key to your death.

Upright on the rocky peaks with the crows,

the crows and the vermin around me, looking upon the voracious

fire that the winds spread and the rain kept from extinguishing.

I consoled myself by thinking how the Lord equals the human condition,

showing without distinction of class or race

the four elements He created.

Earth to bury us.

Gale to sweep us away.

Water to drown us.

Fire to incinerate us.

Who's there?

EARTH TO BURY US GALE TO DESTROY US

WATER TO DROWN US FIRE TO INCINERATE US

Thank you very much. Goodnight.

Goodnight, Cecilia.

Archibald, are you there?

Archibald.

Rita, Rita, wake up.

Wake up.

What's the matter, Aunt?

Do you know where Lord Archibald is?

No. Why?

I can't find him. It's very strange.

Ask Rufus. He was with him when I went to bed.

Archibald.

Archibald.

Good morning, Inspector.

Good morning, Doctor.

You arrived on time.

Poor man, covered in mud.

-Poor man. -Come, Rufus. Come.

Don't come any closer.

A dirty crime.

Death by suffocation.

Buried alive, huh?

I'll do the autopsy later.

I think he was beaten first and then buried

while he was still unconscious.

He has injuries to his wrists and ankles.

He undoubtedly tried to free himself from the handcuffs.

Do you suspect anyone?

No.

A madman?

Or revenge.

A madman's revenge, in any case.

Come on, Aunt, there's nothing else to be done.

He was your father. You don't seem to care much.

I do, but there's no use crying.

I'd rather help you.

That's very kind of you,

especially considering that I never accepted you as my daughter.

That's normal.

I was never surprised.

My mother was only a servant of Lord Marian.

He never allowed me

to call him "Father," nor did he give me his last name.

So that's what you wanted.

All children want that and much more from their parents.

They want affection, they want them to be proud of them.

Get out of here, you're shameless.

I always told your father it was a mistake bringing you to live here.

Forgive me, Aunt.

I didn't mean to offend you,

but Uncle Archibald's death has made me very nervous.

Call the servants.

I don't know where Deborah is.

Don't worry, I'm here.

Where have you been?

I had to lock Rufus in.

The death of my Lord has made him hysterical.

Rita, leave us alone.

It was you, wasn't it?

We could have done I, but we didn't.

I thought it was my Lady who took the initiative.

We must contact Mr. Loy,

the notary, and notify Baron Tobias and his wife.

I'll take care of that immediately, madam.

Deborah.

Madam?

Do you remember the book Lord Marian used to read?

Revelations, it's a book that I know very well.

Last night, when my husband died, that book was open in the library

and a line from one of the poems was underlined.

It's not strange. My Lord could have done it before he died.

Don't you believe in apparitions?

Apparitions?

No, my Lady. Neither in apparitions, nor in ghosts.

On the other hand, I do believe in wills and inheritances.

I'm going to contact Mister Loy.

I'm sorry, Inspector, but I can't open that will.

I will only do it before the people I must summon to the reading.

I know, I know, Mr. Loy,

but Lord Marian has been murdered in a dreadful manner

and it's possible that the name of the murderer

Is written in that will. It might be one of the heirs.

I understand you, Inspector, and I'm sorry I can't help you.

A will is like the seal of confession, and if I were to violate it --

Just open the envelope carefully,

we'll read what it says, and then you'll close it again.

I promise you no one will know.

Only me and my professional conscience.

Don't insist, Inspector.

All I can do is read you the instructions that the deceased left me

to put them Into practice Immediately after his death.

All right. You win, Loy.

Within 24 hours after I die,

you shall summon at Park Manor, my estate,

the following people: My wife, Lady Cecilia Marian,

my blood cousin, Baron Simon Tobias, and his wife, Lady Marta Tobias,

my bastard daughter, Rita Derian, and my servants, Rufus and Deborah Potts.

Once they are all gathered In the library of Park Manor,

the envelope will be opened and my last will and testament will be read.

I didn't know that girl Rita was Lord Marian's daughter.

Who is her mother?

She died years ago.

She was a house maid.

And that couple, Baron Tobias and his wife?

They live in Brighton.

I have sent them a telegram.

Have you warned the others?

Not yet.

Mr. Loy, Mrs. Deborah Potts wants to see you.

I'll see her shortly.

As I was telling you, Inspector, I haven't told the others yet,

but as you can see, it won't be long before they find out.

If anything comes up, keep me posted.

I will. Have a good morning.

Goodbye.

Sorry.

How is your husband? Is he calmer now?

Of course, Inspector. He's much better.

Take care of him, he's a nervous wreck.

He can be dangerous.

Don't worry,

I'm taking care of him. I wouldn't let him do anything bad.

You can rest assured.

I hope so.

Would you like to come in? Please.

Good morning, sit down.

I suppose you are aware of Lord Marian's death.

Lady Cecilia wants an immediate resolution

of her husband's last will.

I followed Lady Cecilia downstairs.

Halfway down the stairs, I heard her scream.

I ran downstairs and found her passed out by the pit.

It was horrible.

How did your father and stepmother treat you?

I'll tell you the truth.

They treated me well as a maid and badly as a daughter.

Did you ever think about murdering your father?

Yes, when I was a child.

He beat me brutally once, I was eight years old.

And later on?

I got used to their mistreatment.

Did they keep hitting you?

Did they do that to you?

When she drinks, she's like a beast.

What would your father say?

He would tell Lady Cecilia, "You're stupid, you never hit her right.

One day, you'll have to kill her."

Did it ever occur to you to tell someone, to denounce them?

My mother was black.

He was Lord Marian, a great lord of the court of England.

Who would have listened to me?

The boss is calling you, he's asked for you several times.

All right, I'll be right there.

Go, but don't leave the region. We may need you.

Where could I go?

Calm down.

Forgive me for crying.

Calm down. Goodbye.

Good day.

-Can I come in? -Come in.

I thought you had disappeared.

I was with Mr. Loy, Lord Marian's notary.

Very good.

This is Major Oliver Brooks,

one of Scotland Yard's greatest minds.

Inspector Bore, less of a great mind, but a loyal and very valuable man.

The major arrived in town

just 24 hours ago with a special mission.

You will work for him from this moment forward.

But I'm working on Lord Marian's case.

Me too. Specifically, his will.

I don't understand.

I am aware of certain things regarding that will.

How did you learn of Lord Marian's death?

It has not been published yet.

We've gained our reputation for being privy to

many things before anyone else.

When will Lord Marian's will be read?

As soon as the Tobias barons arrive.

So you could do it tomorrow,

because the baron and the baroness will arrive tonight.

They will stay at the Devon Hotel.

You know that as well?

I'm staying there too.

It's the best.

Do you see how well informed I am?

It's also the most expensive.

You guys seem to get paid very well.

No, it's not that.

They give us big discounts at that hotel,

but let us leave the boss to work.

I'll treat you to an aperitif at Renfis. They make an exquisite martini.

Did Scotland Yard also tell you about that?

No, I just had two before I came here.

Commissioner, always at your service.

Come in.

Thank you.

Sorry, my hat.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, sir.

Which one is Baron Tobias' suite?

Number three.

Bellhop, escort them.

Right away, sir.

Number three.

Hurry up.

That's Simon Tobias, right?

Yes, sir, it is. I gave him number three, next to yours.

-Give me my key. -Yes, sir.

Hurry up, dear.

We must finish as soon as possible.

That's what I would like, to be done with this sordid story soon.

Soon, we won't have to worry anymore.

You must remain calm for a few days.

You better, because if your nerves betray you --

- I know you're capable of killing me.

You don't need to repeat it.

You don't know how glad I am.

I will now read the will of Sir Archibald Percibal Marian.

Should I die from natural causes,

open this envelope and destroy the other.

Should I be murdered,

open only this envelope and destroy the other.

Well, this is very special.

I think we can accept that Lord Marian died by murder.

Of course. There is no doubt about it.

I have with me all the official proof, including the autopsy report.

I will attach them to the statement.

Now.

I, Archibald Percibal Marian,

in full use of my mental faculties,

curse my would-be killers,

those beasts, and I am pleased to disinherit them.

All but the one person

who surely has not intervened in my death,

although she is the only one with enough reasons to do so.

Rita Derian, my daughter.

I name her heir of all my estate,

wishing that in enjoying it all, she may forgive her unjust and haughty father.

It can't be.

Lord Marian had promised to keep us in mind.

He can't do this.

We have dedicated our entire lives to serving him.

It's unfair.

Shut up, all of you.

You know me. I'm Inspector Bore.

I hope you'll forgive me for interrupting you,

but I have more than enough reasons to intervene

and temporarily adjourn this meeting.

Please, return to your rooms.

I will see you here tomorrow at the same time.

I need to complete my report.

I'm sorry, girl, but we must wait.

I will do as you say, sir.

I need to know if this farce will end tomorrow, Inspector.

I'm urgently needed in London.

My duties require me to be there.

Don't worry, it'll be a matter of two or three days.

I know you're living in the most expensive hotel in the whole city,

but you could stay here.

There are empty rooms and then we could all be together.

Don't be stupid, Inspector.

We'll remain at the Devon Hotel.

We are not concerned about the price.

What are you scheming, Inspector?

Nothing. I always play fair.

Inspector, I'd like to ask you a favor.

Tell me.

Could you put someone on watch tonight?

What's the matter?

I'm afraid.

Please, help me.

You damn bastard.

Did you think you were going to take it all?

EARTH TO BURY US, GALE TO DESTROY US WATER TO DROWN US, FIRE TO INCINERATE US

Room number three.

Hello, who is this?

Good morning, madam.

Wake up your husband and come promptly to Lord Marian's house.

There is important news.

We will need at least an hour to get ready.

Come as you are, you look beautiful in your nightgown.

I won't tolerate this rudeness. Who are you?

I'm from the police.

How do you know I'm in my nightgown?

We policemen are very smart.

Hey, hey, hey.

-Who is it? -Inspector Bore.

They are already there.

That guy, Albert Pagan, came with a Chinese woman.

With a Chinese woman?

No wonder, he's always the same. He's a strange guy.

Do you know him?

Perfectly.

He's the black sheep of the family. No one was on speaking terms with him.

He had a brothel in El Sojo.

I think he's still doing the same thing, but in the Caribbean.

Alfred Marian has also arrived.

Alfred?

What is he like?

A good-looking young man.

What do I do with them?

Take them immediately to Park Manor.

The others will be there shortly. You'll see.

And the notary in London?

He will be on time.

Are you coming?

No, I'm not coming. They shouldn't see me yet.

I have my system.

All right, all right.

My hat.

Be careful, one day you will forget your head.

Eddie, you old drunk.

Come on, you've had enough sleep.

Come on, let's go.

What are you doing in my room?

Why are you here?

What do you want me to do? Wait for you to wake up?

Today is November 20th.

We are in Louisiana and you have to read Lord Marian's will.

Listen to me well. Don't forget that I am Major Brooks of Scotland Yard.

You hear me?

All right.

Hey, fix me a glass of rum to get rid of this hangover.

As it was impossible for me to reach

Lady Cecilia Marian, I'm forced to begin this session without her.

The new attendees are Albert Pagan and Mrs. Alfred Marian.

The former is a blood cousin of the late Lord.

Alfred Marian Is an illegitimate son of Lord Marian,

but he recognized him some years ago.

However, Alfred never got to know his father.

He and his mother, a music hall artist,

received a life annuity deposited

some time ago in a London law firm.

Inspector Bore has the floor.

He will fill you in on some details.

As I had announced,

the will read before seemed very irregular to us.

We have received new reports from London

stating that Lord Marian made a first will

some weeks before coming to these lands.

This first will, which will now be read, was made in secret.

The reason is that there are two or three surprise elements in it,

as surprising as the existence of another first cousin of the Lord,

Mr. Pagan.

And above all, another son, Alfred.

It's coming.

I leave you with the London notary, Mr. Pimperton.

I must leave briefly due to work.

Gentlemen.

Doctor, doctor, doctor.

Hello, Inspector, I'll be right up.

-How are you, Inspector? -Hello.

Another strange and perverse crime.

They tied that woman to the rock alive.

She died being struck by the force of the wind.

It must have been a horrible agony.

Would you link this crime with Lord Marian's death?

Wouldn't you?

It's the same deranged mind, I'm sure of it.

Cecil, we're going back to Park Manor.

"All my estate shall be distributed as follows:

To Albert Pagan, 30% of my fortune, on condition that he returns

to England and leads an honest life.

30% to my son Alfred,

30% to my wife Cecilia,

and the remaining 10% to Simon Tobias and his wife.

Regarding my properties in England,

those will be divided in half between Albert Pagan and my son, Alfred.

To Simon and Marta Tobias, I leave the Louisiana estate,

on the condition that they move in and take care of it.

Pray to God to grant me eternal rest."

Signed,

Sir Archibald Percibal Marian.

The existence of these two very different wills,

the diversity of heirs, it is truly surprising.

The murder of Lord Marian, and the appearance

of new characters and facts that are

somehow related to the inheritance

of the deceased, compel me to open an investigation

and to hold in abeyance his last will and testament.

Mr. Pagan and Mr. Marian may remain in this house

and no one else here is allowed to leave this county.

Objection.

You can't do that to me. I demand that --

Silence. Let me finish.

I have just learned the reason for Lady Cecilia Marian's absence.

She has been murdered

and until the police disprove it,

all of you are suspects of murder.

You are my sister.

I'm sorry to meet you in such sad circumstances,

but I would be more sorry if I had never met you.

Rufus, bring more.

What a bunch of hypocrites.

We are here in silence because

Lady Cecilia Marian has been murdered.

A bitch we all hated, right?

It's funny.

You remember her, with her haughty and dignified demeanor,

that hid a twisted and cruel mind, and he had to endure.

Go on, Mr. Pagan. What were you saying about Lord Marian?

I don't think this is the best time to mess with the dead.

Forgive him. He drank too much.

He's a very impressionable man.

Yes, excuse me.

I'd better leave, I'm not feeling very well.

This must be Lord and Lady Marian's bedroom.

This bedroom is cursed.

The spirits that lodge here are present, I can feel them.

I'm afraid, Mairu. Something very strange is happening.

What do you mean?

I last saw the Lord, my cousin,

I was very young. He, not so much.

A man can't change like that over time.

What do you mean by that?

You saw the picture in the dining room. I'm sure of this.

That man is not Lord Marian.

If you want, I can invoke the spirits of the dead.

I can ask them to speak, to unveil the mystery.

Do it, Mairu. Do it.

I never believed in superstitions, but give it a try.

Maybe you can make something happen.

The last few years, he was always in a bad mood.

He was rude and rigid.

He wasn't a real father In any sense.

And yet, and this is what I find amazing,

in the first will, he named me his universal heir.

Listen, Rita. What's the matter?

You don't want to tell me what's wrong with you?

It was her.

His wife.

She hit me with a belt.

Why?

What did you do?

She was drunk and furious about the inheritance.

It's not the first time. He also treated me brutally many times.

Since I came to this house, they both wanted to get rid of me.

It's all over. Go to sleep.

My room is just across. If you need anything, call me,

I'm a very light sleeper.

Goodnight... sister.

Goodnight, brother.

Wandering spirit, dwell not in darkness.

Manifest thyself, spirit of the man who lived in this house. I sense you.

Come to me.

I hear you, I feel you.

Spirit, come closer, come closer.

Spirit, you must appear and tell us who you are.

Unravel the mystery.

Come, come closer.

Tormented soul, tell us who was your killer.

Tell us if you are Archibald Percival Marian.

Follow him.

He's still alive.

Take him to the hospital.

Yes, sir.

He's dying.

Listen, Rufus, can you hear me?

Yes, I can, but I feel awful.

Excuse me, but I must question him.

Question him?

It's not possible, he's been delirious for several hours.

I had no choice.

I had to do it, I had to do it.

Rufus, you're dying.

Dying.

Are you a believer?

Yes, I believe in God.

The Lord may forgive you If you confess.

God wants you to confess your sins. Will you do it?

Confess, I will confess.

I had to kill Pagan and the Asian woman.

They discovered the truth.

You also killed the secretary, the false Lord, and Lady Cecilia.

Rufus.

Who killed the real Lord Marian?

Who were they?

You know everyone's name.

We have to revive him.

Give him an injection, doctor.

An injection?

There's no injection that can resurrect the dead.

Everything is clear now, especially regarding the wills.

This one here is false as it was made by a false Lord.

Therefore, the only one that is legit

Is the one made in London by the real Lord Marian.

The fortune will be divided among the living heirs

mentioned therein, which will be done as follows.

Three parts for Alfred Marian and one for the Tobias barons.

As for the properties, they will remain as indicated

in Lord Marian's will, and in view of the sad circumstances

surrounding Lord Pagan's death,

the estate in England shall pass to the son of the deceased Lord

and the Tobias barons shall receive the Louisiana estate.

Where are you going?

To get my things.

Do it tomorrow, we'll leave together.

What do you mean?

Did you forget it's all a farce, that we're not siblings?

I am the daughter of one of your father's killers.

Listen, I like the fact that we're not siblings,

it opens up new possibilities.

To our new home.

Don't you feel better?

Somewhat better.

Won't you forgive me for everything that happened?

I don't know, but it comforts me to think that we are no longer miserable,

ruined, and also pretending to be in a totally false situation.

Everything went much better than expected.

Stop. Just because I'm feeling better, it doesn't mean

that I'm going to accept caresses from a killer.

Someday, I will kill you.

Now you're peeping through locks?

It's the Tobias' room.

Aren't you done with the case?

You wish, old fox.

But I'm not done yet.

You were right, sir.

We just found the body of Deborah, the housekeeper.

She was murdered a few hours ago.

She was burned alive.

This was the same maniac, no doubt.

She was set on fire while still alive.

That's atrocious.

We'll be right over at Lord Marian's house.

Earth to bury us, gale to sweep us away,

fire to incinerate us.

Upright on the rocky peaks,

with the crows and ravens around me.

Looking upon the voracious fire that the wind spread

and that the rain kept from extinguishing.

A beautiful passage from Revelation.

You are Alfred Marian, aren't you?

Yes, sir.

I knew your father, and yours too, miss.

My name is Brooks, I'm a member of the British police.

May I see the book?

Did you really know my father?

Did you?

No, sir. I don't remember him.

I was a very young when --

Too bad.

He was very strange, your father.

Did you notice?

The underlined lines correspond to the way Jennings,

Cecilia, and Deborah were murdered.

Very clever.

You would make a good policeman.

It would seem that Lord Marian Is crawling out of his grave

at this time to take revenge on his killers.

We won't have to start spirit hunting now, I hope.

Guess again, Bore.

We're in zombie country, don't forget.

Yes, I beg you to stay.

We would rest easy.

I'll stay here tonight, if you don't mind,

in Lord Marian's room.

Do you believe in apparitions?

Perhaps. I'm superstitious. I believe in the afterlife.

You might think I'm ridiculous.

Not at all, miss.

I believe in apparitions, too.

I'm very happy to have found you.

So am I.

It's wonderful that our parents were the way they were,

that Cecilia deceived them, that they made two wills.

Everything is wonderful.

Yes, my love.

Without those horrible things, we wouldn't have met.

We would be siblings, as we thought at first.

Is something wrong?

No. Excuse me for a moment.

What were you looking for, Alfred?

Miss, what's wrong with you?

She's unconscious.

Alfred, Alfred.

She received a blow to the head.

She needs to be taken to the hospital, she may have a concussion.

Take him to the hospital, too, and spend the night there.

They will be safe.

Yes, sir.

The killer is here among us, no doubt about it.

We have to catch him, understand?

Search the house. Meanwhile, I'll go to the city.

To the city?

Yes, Bore.

The end of our case is in the city, not here.

It's almost 11 :00 p.m.

At 1:00 a.m. sharp, I will be at the police station with the culprit.

See you later.

Come on, sweetheart.

Remember the old days?

Yes. Since I'm drunk, I can daydream.

We are in a small hotel

on our honeymoon.

I'll take off your shoes.

I'll prepare the bath for you.

I'll undress you.

Meanwhile, you caress me and tell me --

I love you.

You are my wife

and you will be 'til death do us part.

'Til death do us part.

What are you doing?

You haven't taken my robe off.

It will serve as a shroud.

Did you think I was going to let you live so you'd give me away someday?

I won't, I swear.

I love you.

A perfect crime.

She was drunk and fell asleep in the bathroom.

Isn't that right, Simon Tobias?

Who are you?

Who are you?

An apparition. A ghost. An avenger.

Did you kill the others?

Yes, all those who killed Lord Marian.

Only you and Marta were left, but you made my job easier.

When you die, my revenge will be over.

How do you know?

Why do you want to kill me?

Who are you?

Who are you?

I told you, a ghost.

You don't believe me?

Archibald Marian.

Yes, Archibald Percival Marian, Lord of his majesty, whom you struck down

viciously while I was reading that poem.

This poem: "Four elements created.

Earth to bury us.

Gale to sweep us away.

Water to drown us.

Fire to incinerate us."

You all perished to the earth, the fire, and the wind,

only the water was missing.

It's funny, by killing Marta, you unknowingly completed the poem.

After you, I will kill Jennings' daughter and it will all be over.

I can't believe it.

How did you survive?

Everything was very well prepared.

You made the mistake of not giving me the finishing blow.

Some fishermen picked me up, I was knocked out.

When I came to, I had lost my memory.

I went by the name of Brooks, after the man who saved me.

I became a policeman, I rose through the ranks quickly.

I had lost my memory, but not my intelligence.

One day, due to work, I had to go

to Yorkshire, and when I saw my land, my house, it all came back to me.

I decided to use my position to take revenge on my killers.

I have it all figured out.

In the eyes of the American police, you will be the criminal.

I will do it right.

I know my business.

Archibald, listen.

Don't do it.

Don't do it.

No warning? No call?

No.

Hello, Agent Robins speaking.

Yes, sir.

Hello. How are you?

Much better.

Thank you for coming.

And you?

It wasn't nothing, right?

I'm still stunned, I got hit pretty hard.

Why don't you go get some sleep?

It will do you a lot of good.

A few hours of sleep will cure you.

I don't want to leave her alone.

No one is leaving her alone.

I'll stay with her while you sleep.

I wouldn't want to disturb you.

Don't worry, I'm not sleepy.

Go, sweetheart.

Listen to Mr. Brooks.

I'll be in the room next door.

If anything happens, call me.

Take it easy, boy.

Will do.

It was from Devon Hotel.

A bathroom was leaking and the floor is flooded.

They should call a plumber.

They don't dare to go in.

They say the guests are inside.

They didn't say the name of the guests?

No.

Call that hotel now.

Wake up, wake up.

Listen to me.

I want you to know that you're going to die.

You intended to cheat Alfred, steal his inheritance, you dirty mulatta.

But you won't get it.

You're last on the list. You won't make it.

I'm sorry, my friend.

I had no choice.

How did you think of coming here?

Because you forgot to turn off the faucet in the Tobias' bathroom.

Then I looked in your room and found the killer's costume.

Very good, Bore.

I didn't appreciate you. Your reasoning is great

and your aim is better still.

Why did you do it?

That's a secret I want to take to the grave.

It's wrong, Brooks.

You're going to die.

Your country's police will be in a very bad place.

You have been one of Scotland Yard's finest.

You win, Bore.

I did everything because

I am the true Lord Marian.

With this, the police might be saved,

but the aristocrats will go down.

I feel sorry for them.

You, Lord Marian, my father?

A bit of a special father.

Forgive me, son.

Get him out of here.