0:00

Hm, I

0:10

am the

0:12

fairy man.

0:15

The human spirit is my business.

0:18

Their madness, their

0:21

passion, the wonderful

0:24

and monstrous ways they burn

0:26

out their brief candle.

0:31

I regret to tell you that very many

0:33

American lives

0:35

in love.

0:38

What's heard to shut from the car, he's

0:41

dead. Whether he rebird to president.

0:44

Or four

0:46

hours, people must get up and google identification.

0:52

I am here in the

0:54

in between, to

0:56

collect their spirits and carry them to

0:58

what comes next. This

1:03

road is not on any

1:05

map. It spans

1:07

the thresholds between their

1:09

most forbidden desires and

1:12

their greatest

1:14

fear. All

1:19

I ask for in payment is a tale

1:22

and accounting of their lives

1:25

and the great temporary

1:27

that is the land of the living.

1:32

These are their stories. This

1:36

is the

1:38

passage

2:18

north brother Island. I

2:21

visited this place often over the years. This

2:23

tiny little stone beside a hellgate,

2:26

the strait that's sunk a thousand

2:29

ships. I've fished out many

2:31

a sailor from its depths,

2:33

just as I have plucked souls by the

2:35

handful from this parcel of

2:37

land. Just up on the hill

2:40

here sits Riverside

2:43

Hospital, the place of the very

2:45

last resort for the

2:47

plague ridden castaways

2:50

from the great Island of Manhattan, amidst

2:54

the small pox and consumption

2:57

that spout a little bright, pinned prick, a

3:01

soul burning hotter than most

3:03

eves. Picked up there

3:06

at the entrance to the hospital. She has risen

3:08

from her sick bed and has moved

3:11

down the stairs and into the pale

3:13

November sunlight. Mary

3:15

Mallin, But the world

3:18

will come to know her by a different name.

3:22

Born so far from here, in

3:24

a land so much greener,

3:28

she made her first passage decades

3:30

ago across the cold

3:33

North Atlantic into New York City,

3:35

at a time when the Irish were viewed as

3:37

no better than the body lies they picked

3:40

up in steerage. She was fifteen

3:43

and alone in the hard,

3:46

scrabble filth of New York

3:48

City. Many did not survive

3:51

those first hard years, but

3:54

she did. She fought

3:57

and scraped, and when

3:59

she was told that she carried

4:01

Salmonella typhe which

4:03

had killed so many before

4:06

her, she forged ahead

4:08

anyway, taking the disease

4:10

with her from house to house, and

4:14

finally earned the name Typhoid

4:17

Mary.

4:35

Hello, Jesus Mary,

4:37

and Joseph

4:41

You Mary, Ah,

4:46

I sensed you before I even

4:49

closed my eyes.

4:51

I knew You're a common far me, and

4:54

somehow you surprise me.

4:57

That is never my intention. And

5:00

yet and yet

5:04

it is time walking me to

5:06

the shore.

5:07

Ef I must.

5:12

It's not cold.

5:14

I always expected the cold.

5:16

None of that here.

5:19

Do you have a name?

5:21

You can call me the Ferryman if

5:23

you wish.

5:24

Nah, sure, Ferryman.

5:27

Feels like the whole of my life has

5:29

been packed to the gills with fairy

5:32

man of one sort or another. Whether

5:34

I wanted to go with him or not, I

5:36

went. I don't suppose I

5:39

have a choice in this matter

5:41

either.

5:42

Everyone must go eventually.

5:45

Sure, just another wheel

5:48

turning. Eh, the great wheel

5:50

of life carries it to the great wheel

5:52

of death, and still it

5:54

turns. What's

5:56

next on the

5:59

other shore?

6:01

That will all depend.

6:04

On what my accents in life,

6:06

my morrows or

6:08

your morals. Who's fucking marls?

6:10

Am I beholding to the churches? They

6:13

can all drain in now rever as far as

6:15

I'm concerned. Nay, I'll

6:18

not be accepting their ATTARTI anymore.

6:20

Jesus Christ himself can

6:23

get an air for from me on that account.

6:26

Yeah, the church has very

6:29

little to do with the afterlife.

6:32

Ah, God's a comforted

6:35

least where

6:41

I'll be. It's

6:43

an actual boat.

6:45

Well you surprised. I'm a I'm

6:48

a ferryman.

6:49

I thought it'd be more of a what's

6:51

this metaphor? But

6:54

here I am getting an

6:56

honest to God bite to

6:58

carry me on. Oh

7:04

you know, I

7:07

didn't want to make that first

7:09

voyage. I loved my home,

7:12

I'd loved my mother, even

7:15

my father drunkard. He was

7:18

was a good man. He just couldn't

7:21

ever quite get it right. Every

7:24

opportunity dead in his hands. But

7:27

that was almost everyone in the Old Country

7:29

in those days, struggle and toile

7:32

and come up short. There

7:34

wasn't enough work, and the work

7:36

when it came didn't pay enough. So

7:39

men drank, women

7:42

drank. Everyone drank. A

7:46

shadow over everything,

7:49

a shadow that I would

7:52

come to recognize.

7:57

I was sent away because my mother

7:59

taught i'd follow in his path if I stayed,

8:04

And who knows, Sometimes I think

8:06

I'd have made a spectacular drunkard.

8:09

I've the temperament for it, to be sure. So

8:12

they sent me to my aunt and uncle, who

8:15

made a go of it in New York. I

8:18

remember saying

8:21

goodbye to my mother.

8:25

She wept. She

8:28

said that one day

8:31

she'd join me. Last

8:34

I saw of her, she

8:37

was standing on the docks as

8:39

me ship pulled off. She

8:42

didn't wave, she just stood

8:44

there. Han Coultie's held hip over her

8:47

mind, as if she were trying to stafle

8:49

a scream.

8:53

Ah. That was the last time I saw

8:55

her. The

8:58

voyage was long and difficult,

9:02

the carter's stank up, shetting, vomiting,

9:04

the sour stench of fear that grew

9:07

all the more potent when the seeds

9:09

were rough, which they were

9:11

often, every face grain,

9:14

everybody carrying a

9:17

shadow above it. I

9:19

would often spend days walking the decks,

9:22

flirting with the sailors, just to avoid

9:24

the animal felt below, which

9:26

permeated everything. Despite

9:29

the conditions, though in every

9:31

eye there was hope,

9:36

even in the oldest, the most din

9:38

trodden, there's perfoos clearly

9:41

marked for death. That hope

9:47

it trumped through the storms

9:50

and stench, beat out

9:52

even the heart sickness that comes

9:54

with leaving home forever. Even

9:57

I fell prey to what, young

10:00

and terrified as I was, it

10:03

is the vilest thing. Hope

10:07

it survives until the better end and

10:10

is passed on to strangle the

10:12

next generation. Hell

10:15

I carry it with me, even I, although

10:19

I think I know what waits

10:21

for me on the other shore. It

10:25

was in the belly of that ship,

10:28

on the Great Voyage, that

10:30

I first saw hem

10:35

and illness had passed through steerage, a

10:38

fever, people emptying

10:40

their guts into the latrine's buckets,

10:43

whatever was at hand. I had

10:45

secured a bunk in the corner, and

10:47

there I lay, young and

10:50

a line sucker than i'd

10:52

ever been believe

10:54

in that you were coming far me, And

10:57

I thought, ferry Man, that it was you,

10:59

yourself, elf, that I saw standing

11:01

amidst the sick and dying on

11:03

the voyage one night, with hollow

11:06

eyes gazing at me

11:08

across the wedd of the room. My

11:11

eyes too blurred with exhaustion to see clearly.

11:16

But it wasn't, was it. It

11:19

was a different specter with

11:22

different purposes. I

11:27

blent to clear my vision and he was gone,

11:31

And after a few days Daonus

11:34

left me. We

11:39

made it across, I

11:44

remember saying it for

11:46

the first time, The

11:49

skyline so

11:53

vast, oh, so great.

11:58

I was terrified, the star

12:00

of the rest of my life.

12:04

My aunt and uncle were kind, dacent

12:06

people, but they couldn't afford to

12:09

keep me on their meager wages, and

12:11

so I was sent to work immediately

12:14

in the immense filth of New York

12:16

City. It was the

12:18

laundry first, so many

12:21

park girls boiling the flesh

12:24

on their arms, so many

12:27

growing tain and frail, with too much

12:29

labor and too little food.

12:32

It was hot, wet, miserable.

12:37

We worked in the closest of quarters. When

12:40

the last girl was in each morning, they

12:42

locked the doors from the outside

12:44

to make sure we didn't walk out

12:46

before the day's labor was done.

12:53

At the time, I was concerned

12:55

mostly with the state in my hands, which

12:58

were chopped and sore, hot

13:00

water and harsh soap, and

13:02

the state of my back, which protested

13:05

even when I lay down at night. I

13:07

was concerned with the little rest I got

13:09

on the small cot in my aunt's catching.

13:12

And I was concerned

13:15

with the shadow that I caught

13:18

following me all

13:21

the way from the boat, who

13:23

I caught occasionally in the corner of

13:25

my eyes, but you eluded

13:27

me when I turned to look him straight

13:30

on. Somewhere

13:33

in my bones, I

13:35

had a sense of what he was, but

13:38

I was young. I did not

13:41

know its name, but

13:45

I saw him head on soon

13:47

enough. It

13:50

was seven months and to my

13:53

work at the laundry late

13:56

end of the afternoon. It

13:58

was July, and we opened

14:00

the windows. There was no relief

14:03

from the swelter and hate that consumed

14:05

us. In that sort

14:07

of heat. It wasn't unusual for

14:09

a girl at you to drop to

14:12

need to be fanned and giving water and a sharp

14:14

rest before returning to the soup.

14:17

I myself felt the tail tale flutter

14:19

behind my eyes, the tunnel vision

14:22

that came from the heat exhaustion. I

14:25

was stepping back from the hot water to catch

14:27

a bread when Sally Mile

14:29

went headlong into her top.

14:36

The girls working beside her stood

14:38

for a moment, blinking stupidly, trying

14:41

to make sense of sally face dying

14:43

and the scalding water. I

14:46

had to push one of them either away and break

14:49

into the water to pull eye, shouted

14:52

the others to make room, tried to get

14:54

her to cough up the water. Her

14:57

face looked a fright,

15:01

be red from the hot water, snot

15:03

and tears mingled with his

15:06

sons. I slapped

15:08

her cross the face to waker,

15:11

but you wouldn't entirely come to. By

15:14

this time our farm and mister Moses

15:17

had come out of his office and seen the hole

15:20

mess. He shouted at us

15:22

all to get back to work, and

15:24

grabbed Hi man off the street to help him cart

15:27

her Sally home. I

15:30

watched him go, and

15:33

it was then that I finally

15:36

saw the shadow head on,

15:39

hanging quietly in the vestibule

15:41

by the door to the alley where to carry the

15:44

port drowned girl eyed hungry

15:47

eyes that watched Sally

15:49

go and then turn back

15:52

to the rest of us, staring

15:55

windows eyes. I

15:58

blinked and he was

16:00

gone. Sally

16:02

never came back. We

16:05

heard through her sister that she came

16:07

down with pneumonia from the water

16:09

in her lungs, and days later

16:12

she passed. I

16:20

was lucky, you know. Though

16:22

I toiled as hard as the next girl,

16:25

I had prospects. My aunt was

16:27

a cook for a well off family, and

16:29

she promised that after a little training, she'd

16:32

helped me find similar work. And

16:34

so during the days I returned

16:36

to that horrible hot warehouse to

16:39

was hotel sheets under the watchful eye

16:41

of mister Moses. And at

16:43

night my aunt took the time to

16:45

teach me how to cook, using ingredients

16:48

pilfered from wealthier kitchens. Though

16:51

I tirled, I felt that

16:54

dreadful hope.

16:56

After a few months more, I was

16:58

introduced to a young man in finance

17:01

who had just married and bought a home, and

17:04

he was in aid of a cook. And

17:06

so I took leave of my aunt and uncle's home, of

17:09

that laundry with that tin

17:12

horrible shadow, with

17:14

the hungry eyes, and

17:18

I moved up tying into the servant quarters

17:20

of the home of mister Bryant. Gars

17:23

were long still, but I had a room

17:25

in the cellar that I shared with the housekeeper,

17:27

Miss Evans. There was a fine

17:29

job that ended all too soon when

17:32

the family fell ill. Miss

17:35

Nevans started influenza. But

17:38

I knew different, you see,

17:41

I saw him and

17:43

the kitchen one morning, the

17:46

tin shadow, just

17:50

a flecker on a too early

17:52

morning, when my bones

17:55

ched from the wingswork as

17:58

I ate stale head with my

18:00

morning tea while the oven fire

18:02

caught he

18:05

was just looking at me with

18:08

those hungry eyes. My

18:10

blood run cold as

18:12

I stood to confront him,

18:16

but he was gone as quickly as

18:18

he'd appeared. The

18:21

next morning, the family was ill,

18:24

a terrible waste and sort of illness,

18:28

each of them with a terrible rash on their necks.

18:31

None of them able to keep dying, even the

18:33

water day scept drop by drop.

18:36

I saw missus Bryant one morning. The

18:39

maid was ill herself, so it was up

18:41

to me to bring the mistress her hot beef

18:43

brought and so the crackers that was to

18:45

be her sore nourishment. She

18:50

was a sturdy woman by all accounts, but

18:53

she lay there on the bed, skeletal,

18:57

as if her guts had been pulled from her body.

19:01

She didn't thank me when I dropped the tray, just

19:04

looked at me with uncomprehending

19:07

eyes. I'd

19:10

seen it before in

19:12

the boat. I'd

19:15

felt it the none

19:17

inside. It

19:20

was horrible. I couldn't

19:22

bear to look at it from the outside.

19:28

I was so shaken that I walked out of the house

19:30

that day and did not return. And

19:32

so it was back to my aunt's hee.

19:37

Far better or worse, there's

19:39

no lack of jobs in New York City.

19:42

Miss Nevin's a coin soul, referred

19:45

me to another family. I made

19:47

the move again, and again,

19:50

almost as quickly as it had begun, I

19:53

saw the shadow man in the corner of the

19:55

kitchen, and another family

19:57

fell ill.

19:59

I was cursed.

20:01

This shadow had followed me from

20:04

my father's home, and across the ocean

20:07

into the guts of New York City.

20:09

But what was I did you? I

20:13

found a family in Long Island looking for a cook.

20:16

I moved in. They fell ill. I

20:19

left, and another family

20:21

on the north shore the same Again

20:24

and again. I

20:26

prayed, I plead in winter

20:29

shadow, whenever I caught a glimpse conjole

20:31

and bargained leave me.

20:34

I peg.

20:37

And this way did the years pass. I'd

20:40

gone through a dozen wealthy families,

20:42

all of them fell ill, few

20:45

of whom ever spoke to me except to give

20:47

instructions anyway, or

20:50

sometimes for a

20:52

husband or the butler to make advances

20:55

to carnerie in the kitchen, while the rest

20:57

of the high staff was about their business,

20:59

was at any different than the laundry where

21:02

mister Moses got handsy with the girls,

21:05

or from the factories, the farms,

21:08

anywhere a girl could find

21:10

gainful employment. And what

21:13

choice was I given but to bear

21:15

it, such as

21:17

the state of the wire. It

21:22

was in a Park Avenue mansion that Master

21:25

Soper Or find me. He had

21:27

been hired by a family in Oyster Bay

21:29

to discover why he'd fallen ill, and

21:32

his trail led him from heis to heis until

21:34

he find me. He

21:37

was not unkind, He explained the

21:39

situation. It's typhoid

21:42

fever. We don't know why it hasn't

21:44

made you ill, but it's getting past

21:46

to the families you cook for. He

21:50

asked me to go with him as

21:52

he tired to argue,

21:55

and so he brought me to knart Brother Island

21:57

for the first time, never

22:00

been to a sanitarium. There

22:02

was no work to do, nothing

22:04

to fill all the empty hours except

22:06

talk to the sick, which was nearly everyone

22:08

there. At first, that

22:11

was refreshing. I had worked

22:13

my entire life, and here was a sort

22:15

of endless holiday.

22:18

In the spring, I would go and sit by the water

22:20

and feel the wind cut through me. In

22:23

the summer, I would even swim a little.

22:28

But at night I'd

22:30

see my shadow watching, and

22:33

I'd wait to see if his hungry eyes would

22:35

mean do you oh? Sure

22:37

the sick would die. But it

22:40

was whatever they brought in with him that did

22:42

him in. It had nothing to do

22:44

with me. He watched

22:46

over all of us par and

22:49

infirm. He

22:51

seemed to me no harm,

22:54

So I grew accustomed to my

22:57

shody man. He

23:00

became start of a companion with his

23:02

sad, hungry eyes. I

23:06

was there on the island for three years the first

23:08

time. For all their prodden

23:11

the doctors couldn't figure out what to make

23:13

of me, and so they

23:15

decided to set me loose with

23:18

one terrible condition. I

23:21

was never to cook again. And

23:26

so there I was, a middle

23:28

aged woman with no prospects. Now family

23:31

left. My aunt and uncle had long

23:33

since passed. I went

23:35

back to the laundry. It

23:39

was the samest when I had left it. For

23:41

the most part. Master Moses

23:43

had given way to another overseer,

23:46

mister Roberts, who was

23:49

younger, crueler. The

23:51

girls struggled terribly

23:54

under hess yoke, and hey

23:56

took advantage. It's

23:59

see it when a girl was cowled

24:01

up to his office and didn't return for

24:03

a while, to look in her eyes

24:06

when she came back to the soup. And

24:08

one day it was me getting

24:11

called to the office. Oh,

24:13

the young overseer had nigh interest in

24:15

may. Of course, I was

24:17

just another gray worker to him. But

24:20

I sat dining in his office with

24:23

its steamy windows

24:25

and pearl light, and

24:28

he began to ask questions of me about

24:31

the girls. If the westper

24:34

dings to each other to me.

24:38

He wished to cut out any roamors,

24:41

to rip them out by the roots, to

24:43

let go into the wild world. Any

24:46

girl dead would spake

24:48

against them.

24:52

It was day finally

24:56

that I saw a truthful At

25:00

first, he felt

25:02

a trick of the light. I

25:05

thought I'd seen my poor impoverished

25:08

shot him on there,

25:11

looking into the dark corner, there

25:14

was something different. The

25:17

darkness felt more slippery

25:21

in that room.

25:24

In it I saw a

25:26

sort of rising

25:30

slathering. The cool

25:33

shot of cast by mister

25:35

Robert's body revailed

25:38

to me for the first time, the

25:41

great behamuth

25:43

of greed, his

25:46

massive roots drain in the

25:48

land, his great hungry

25:50

mouth, yawn and open his

25:53

eyes, sharp and feral.

25:58

It was he who wanted mated,

26:00

mister Roberts, He who

26:02

had animated the Sterlings, and the

26:04

Joneses, and mister Moses before the

26:06

them that serpenty, none of

26:09

the rich and powerful.

26:12

It was not my own

26:15

lesser shido poverty,

26:20

with his dull sad eyes

26:22

and broken grimace, He

26:25

who had forced me and be strong,

26:28

who made my tendencetnd I shut

26:30

my neck and sculpted the

26:32

ropy muscles in my arms

26:35

and back. He

26:38

had been an unwelcome companion,

26:40

to be sure, but

26:43

he was not my enemy.

26:46

None are the messeries I endured

26:49

that any of the girls endured,

26:52

the misery that stopped my parents,

26:55

and the peasants that crossed the Atlantic with

26:57

me. None of it was

26:59

necess sorry for the world to continue

27:01

on like there was enough food

27:04

in the setty to feed us all, and

27:06

have heizened to shelter all of us.

27:09

Why we produced enough to make

27:11

all the world comfortable,

27:15

but to keep the likes of the mister

27:17

Moses and the brilliance and Roberts

27:20

of this world to feed them by

27:22

hay in the shadows, creedy

27:25

on fire Day

27:27

needed us, They

27:30

needed our bats broken to

27:32

suck tomorrow from them.

27:35

I would not.

27:38

I would not anymore.

27:46

I stood from my chair, never

27:48

taken my eyes off the hideous

27:52

shadows, sucking at the edges of

27:54

the light. My true

27:58

enemy, and march oight

28:00

of mister Robert's office

28:03

marched into the street. And

28:06

that very day I find

28:08

myself answering an ad for

28:11

a cook. I

28:13

would no longer be tormented

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by my lot. If

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I couldn't improve it, I

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would become an avenging

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angel. And

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so I returned to the kitchen.

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There I find

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myself over dinner preparations.

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Far they're wealthy again, And

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with every meal I

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would cough empty

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my hand, and

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with that hat I

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would cook.

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I'd caress every

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roast, dag my fingers

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into the touch,

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every care and potato

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on the plate. If anyone

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in the kitchens had any objection, they

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did not speak it, instead

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watching my every move. They

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knew. They all knew

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what I was, even though

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they may not have the language to speak my

29:24

name. And it was

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not their duty to stop the great work,

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to pull the roots of the great greedy

29:31

demon that ran all of our lives,

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one by one, to sicken its

29:35

mouth till they waste to its

29:37

agents, one by one, family by family.

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As long as I lived with the sickness in

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my body, if

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not by lead by bread,

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do I wish it were otherwise? Of

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course? I wish I'd been able

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to stay back home with my ma, and

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if we were comfortable, and that I could live a comfortable

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life. I wish i'd come to a marror gun

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could be swept up my feet by a handsome

30:02

young lad. I wish I'd

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been paid fairly enough to forge

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my own way into filthy land.

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Of opportunity. But

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this land isn't built for one such

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as I to succeed in. Those

30:17

who have will continue

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to have, and their children

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will have more. And after

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they've had all, they can eat simply

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hard the rest of the food and

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dole it out in little bites to the rest

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of us. Make us fight over

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it, then use us to

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grind at the wheels of their industry until

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we are dust. I've

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seen their true face. I've

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watched its leather in the darkness,

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and with my hands

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I did what I could to

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destroy it. I

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don't regret doing what I

30:59

did. What

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here already I could see beyond

31:05

the dock to the land the Fogusto tek,

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Are we.

31:09

At our destination?

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Oh? Is

31:14

it having our hell?

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That is for you to find out alone?

31:25

Oh?

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Beautiful? And

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what if I don't go.

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Well, you can stay

31:34

on the dock if you wish,

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But uh, nothing'll happen. You

31:40

just wait and

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wait until you make the

31:45

decision to continue.

31:48

Sorry, I've got at least not much

31:51

control of the situation.

31:53

Maybe half an hour in heaven before

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the devil knows you're late.

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Ah.

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Oh,

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I don't know who will be there to hear me

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when I walk right, so I'll say

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it to you. If it's hell I'm

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walking into, I'll walk into

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it with my head held high,

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with my shadow Man proudly on

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my elbow. And woe

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unto them who believe that Mary

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Mallin will ever be under

32:29

their control. Very

32:31

well, fairy Man, I pray

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you carry a million mile like me

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in your time. The

32:38

boar need their vengeance.

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She made the great voyage,

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like so many before her, like

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so many who came after, all

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of whom were sold the bill

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of fare, America, the

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Bountiful, the land of

33:04

opportunity, where the

33:07

streets are paved with gold, and

33:09

where anyone can succeed.

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She was met with the same hard

33:15

reality as anyone else, toil

33:19

hunger. Though

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she suffered, she

33:23

did not suffer alone. Instead,

33:25

Yeah, she made herself

33:28

the legend. And

33:30

so she marches on to whatever

33:32

lies I had, secure in

33:35

her knowledge that she did not sacrifice

33:38

herself entirely to

33:40

the benemoth. I

33:43

wish her well on her

33:45

passage.

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The Passage stars Dan Fogler as

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the Faeryman. This episode features

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Teresa McLaughlin as Typhoid Mary. Written

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by Nicholas Tuakowski, our

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executive producers are Nicholas Dakoski,

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Matthew Frederick, and Alexander Williams.

34:05

First assistant director, script supervisor

34:07

and production coordinator Sarah Klein. Music

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by Ben Lovett, additional music by Alexander

34:12

Rodriguez. Casting by Sunday

34:14

Bowling, Kennedy and Meg Mormon. Editing

34:17

and sound designed by Dan Bush, Dialogue

34:19

editing and sound mixing by Juan Campos.

34:21

Additional sound editing.

34:22

By Racket Sound. Our supervising

34:25

producer is Josh Thane. Created by Dan

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Bush and Nicholas Dakoski. Produced by

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Dan Bush. The Passage is a production of iHeartRadio

34:32

and Cycopia Pictures.

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Ebitor Uh, dunk

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my hands in the river, sticks here and

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scrub him down. I'll I'll

34:45

kill any kind of bacteria

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