Who made me the way I am? Well, you did… Daddy. I’ve worked it all out. She was 15. Little girl straight out of some home. Little girl with nothing come to help with Mary. You know, she told us once, it was the first time she’d had a room of her own. And who walks into it? You with your cock in your hand. The murderer's father. Your blood in my veins. Oh, I’ll take a life sentence for this. If I get the rope, I’ll walk the scaffold with a song in my heart. It’ll be worth it.