— So, you been in jail? Do you ever feel bad about what you do?
— Everyone steals, Leslie. Some people admit it to themselves, some don't. It's what human beings do. That's why we invented locks. You think the people in these houses feel bad? Their grandparents and their great grandparents, they're the ones who got their hands dirty.
— I just mean, how do you sleep at night?
— I don't drink coffee after 7:00.
— Do you think you can hold me?
— We’ll do our best, Mr. Grindelwald.
— Merlin! This is one of the two…possibly three moments in my life where I’ve actually been glad to see you.
— That’s my thoughts exactly, Sire. How’re you feeling?
— Like death. Well, death warmed up, at least.
— I can imagine.
— Hm. Well it seems like we’ve both been through something of an ordeal.
— It wasn’t so bad, really. Once you get use to the eternal night and the rats, and the moldy pillows, living with a bucket of your own…
— Merlin. I’m sorry about what happened to you. Truly. Soon as I heard, I told them it couldn’t have been you who poisoned me.
L'amour est
une prison
Où chacun voudrait bien courir
Avec pour condamnation
D'y toujours vivre et d'y mourir
Messieurs de la Haute Cour
Voyez, j'attends mon tour
The rules are simple. Once you gone in, you don't come out.
Zec was a word. And so is Chelovek. It's a transliteration of their word for human being. Zec Chelovek means prisoner-human being. Like Prisoner Man.
— Well, at least you're going to get what you've always wanted.
— And what's that?
— Well, you tried to hang yourself twice. Now the King is gonna do it for you.
— I've been a fucking idiot. I haven't appreciated nothing, John.
— Are you fucking repenting or something?
— Drawing. I used to be good at drawing.
— Arthur, please, for God's sake, I don't need this.
— I should have listened more in class.
— What fucking class? You were never there.
— I used to draw horses. Stallions. Great big ones. They looked real. I should have done more with me life, John. Good things. Even Ada said it wasn't my fault.
— Arthur, will you listen? They're not gonna hang you.
— Says who?
— Tommy.
— And how is Houdini gonna get me out of this?