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[rain pouring]
[thunderclap]
Flora aromatica.
Straight from the jungle.
[thunderclap, tiger roaring]
[♪♪♪]
[shovel rasping]
Hello, Mr. Moon.
You might be asking yourself,
what is this lady doing?
Well, I'll tell you.
I'm a Gravedigger...
...and basically that means
I don't smell very good.
So, Mr. Moon, listen up,
I don't wanna be like one of those people
who dies all alone.
I'd rather die than die that way,
but no one will come near me because I stink,
digging in the dirt with the dead and all.
So I've decided to try to make a perfume
so that I could mask the smell of death on me
and try to attract a mate.
Oh, I need a lover!
If I had a lover.
I would never let 'im go.
Nope, never ever.
Never ever, ever, ever.
[shovel crunching]
[perfume splashing]
Hmm. There.
Now we'll see who smells like corpses.
[wind blowing]
[distant wolves howling]
[watch ticking]
[watch clicking shut]
[wind blowing]
I'm gonna try this perfume out on the priest,
see if it's gonna work,
and see if it's gonna make him love me.
[Priest] No one's coming!
You can bury 'er.
[Gravedigger] Been a lot of burials like this lately.
Terrible, really, dying alone.
Speaking of--
Keep your distance, Gravedigger. [gasping]
Would you like to go on a date with me tonight?
I'm sorry, ma'am,
but I have preexisting plans.
We could go to the pub and throw back a gin or two.
- Ma'am-- - We don't even
have to go to the pub.
We could just pop into me cabin for a quick one.
- Ma'am! - But...
me cabin is literally in the yard, as you know,
and I have gin.
Ma'am!
I cannot, and I will not join you
in your den of depravity.
May the Lord have mercy upon you
as I have.
Well, you can go ahead and piss it.
I don't care about you anyway, you dumb prick.
I ought to slice your neck with this shovel!
And I don't stink that bad, do I?
Piss it.
[grunting angrily]
[dumping dirt]
[sighing] Okay...
We are gathered here today
to commemorate the life
of this lady.
She was...
uh, tall,
brown hair,
uh, strong jawline...
Um...
she had feelings,
and parents.
Yeah, she had to have had parents,
and, um...
well, I'm sure
that there are many, many people
who wish they could have been here today, um...
It's just me for now,
and in honour of her life,
I would like to take a moment of silence
to commemorate her.
You are loved.
Rest in peace.
Mr. Moon,
do you ever just feel like you're a pale white dot
surrounded by an abyss of black nothingness?
[wheezing laughter]
[tittering]
[giggling]
[cackling]
I didn't wanna say,
but between us girls...
...the gravedigger was out in the yard this morning
digging a new grave,
and by lord!
Burns the nose.
Skunk of a girl.
Dump of a girl.
[all chanting] Shame, shame, shame...
I suppose the grave's for the dead opera singer.
She was so young!
So talented.
So married.
To the Widower.
My wife...
Many knew her as the powerful stage presence she was,
but behind the curtain,
she was...
gentle...
delicate...
and more caring than you could believe.
Any word on how she died?
I shouldn't say.
She choked to death on a fish bone.
[giggling in delight]
At a fancy restaurant
after one of her big shows.
In honour of her,
I want to play a recording
of her most famous song.
[winding record player]
[operatic recording plays]
I thought love could conquer death, my dear,
but I was wrong.
There was foam everywhere.
Convulsions and screaming.
Children crying.
Imagine what it does to a child
to see such a thing.
And now!
Her brother will say a few words
to commemorate this sudden and tragic loss.
In the many years that I spent gallivanting around town
hawking my poetry,
fraternizing with the gargoyles of the art world,
there were times that I spoiled myself so thoroughly
that I wasn't sure
that I could feel anything at all anymore,
and it was my sister,
my little sister,
always,
who reminded me that there are some things in life
worth more than just carnal pleasure!
That what matters is the pursuit of something deeper...
the pursuit of love.
[Gravedigger] Huh?
[man] And without her,
I don't know how I'm going to...
I don't know how-- how I'm going to...
I really don't know who's...
Good... God!
Why?! Why have you taken my sister?
Why?!
Why?
[distant wolves howling]
[♪♪♪]
[wolf snarling]
[screaming in panic]
[wolf snarling]
[gasping] Save me! Save me!
[wolf snarling]
[screaming]
[gasping]
Aah!
[wolf yelping]
[gasping]
[wolf yelping]
[shovel ringing]
[wolf snarling]
[blow landing]
[wolf yelping]
[gasping]
[thudding heavily]
[grunting with effort]
[gasping]
[Gravedigger] Sorry for your loss,
but...
it's not safe in these woods.
Believe me, I know them well.
Full of wolves.
Anyway,
you'd better let me escort you home, then.
Here, let me pull you up.
Here. Here.
[sniffing]
Oh...
[sniffing]
[sadly] Oh...
Oh, no.
It's quite novel.
Uh...
You were going to offer me your hand?
Me hand?
Yes.
You wanna touch me hand?
I could really use a hand today.
Oh...
Okay. Uh...
Mm...
Do you live here?
Yeah, in the yard.
Were you... born here?
Yeah, just... in the yard.
Do you have family here?
Yeah, they're in the yard.
They live with you.
No, they're in the yard.
- Oh. - Yeah.
I see.
So you live alone.
Just for the time being.
It's a choice, really.
I'm batting 'em off, me,
you know,
waiting for the right one who's worthy.
May I ask you something?
Don't see why not.
If we were to get you wet,
would it strip you
of your marvellous...
aura?
No.
Nothing'll get rid of it.
Why do you ask?
[man] I could use a dip in the ocean
to strip me of some of today's tears,
and by the look of your face,
I thought it might please you as well.
Oh.
Well,
I could go for a wash.
But... as a lady,
I will be keeping my skivvies on.
But of course.
[water lapping]
[man] I want to lick your stink...
to taste your foulness.
I want to lather myself
in your fluids,
and smell... [inhaling]
...that most... [inhaling] ...morbid
and ingratiating air.
I want to shower in your rot,
to feast on your fetid funk.
I want to pick up
a piece of your poo...
and eat it
like a banana.
[grunting passionately]
Oh, Gravedigger...
I want you forever.
Forever and ever.
Forever!
[gasping] Forever!
Gravedigger!
Forever!
[echoing]
[Gravedigger] Hello, Mr. Moon,
I guess you're wondering
what this man is doing in me cottage.
Well, I have an update for you.
He likes the way I smell...
so much so that we, uh, you know,
consummated.
Hey, why is he putting on clothes?
Wait a minute, what? What? What?
I'm gonna die alone,
I'm gonna die alone! I'm gonna die alone...
Well! I never wanted you to stick around anyway!
I've had romps 12 times as good as that, fancy-pants,
and by the way,
I'm the one who decides when you go,
and that's right now,
so you can go ahead and scoot!
[Lover] What is it about you that entrances me so?
I was just putting on your pyjama, darling.
It's drafty.
Where I'm from,
there's a fire in every chamber,
a scarf 'round every neck
cleaved from the skin of some poor tiger
on the Kenyan plains.
But luxury will not keep the heart warm.
My sister taught me that.
[soprano singing]
Gravedigger...
my entire life,
I have been trying to capture
the wildness I feel in my heart
by the tip of my quill,
and now I meet you,
I feel a queer relief
that heaven has already composed my masterpiece.
That one of your poems?
You are...
everything
that my heart has ever dreamed to say.
You are not a metaphor for beauty.
You are...
beauty.
You are beauty.
Me?
[Lover] Yeah.
So, yeah,
I do come from a long line of Gravediggers,
and it was all started for some unknown reason
by my great, great, great grandmother,
and it was actually her that coined the phrase
that's been my family's motto for hundreds of years,
one that I still turn to in any difficult moment.
I must know,
what is it?
"Dig deep, dig hard,
never stop digging."
It's poetic.
Yeah.
[Gravedigger] Will you wear this for me
and let me love you forever?
[Lover] Yes.
[Gravedigger] Now your finger matches the ring.
Me mom always used to say
that the reason why you put the ring on this finger
of your one and only true lover
is because the veins right here
run all the way up to your heart.
[Lover] Tell me,
what do you want most in this life?
I will work all of my days
to give it to you.
[Gravedigger] I see all these funerals, yeah?
And what I want more than anything
is to die very old,
in the arms of me lover,
who dies at the same moment
because that's how much he loves me,
he can't live without me,
and then we are buried in the same grave,
so we'll never be apart,
never ever,
and then we get one of them big funerals,
where we're mourned by tons of people,
especially our many children,
and their many children,
and their many children's children.
[Lover] I will try.
[Lover writes] My love, I left when you were sleeping.
You looked so beautiful it nearly killed me.
For the past many weeks of love,
I have kept a secret locked away,
fearful it would spoil your feelings for me.
My hand quivers now as I confess.
I cannot have children.
[Gravedigger reads] "But, my love,
now there is hope!
I've just been accepted in a medical experiment
that takes place across the ocean..."
[Lover writes] The doctors say
they may be able to reverse the death inside of me.
I have taken the morning's first vessel
with dreams in my heart.
I couldn't bear to tell you,
so I had to leave without saying goodbye.
Please forgive me.
"I cannot plant a seed in you,
for all I have are empty shells.
When I return, my satchel full,
may we make love to wedding bells.
While you wait for me, tend to these roses..."
[Lover writes] ...tend to these roses,
a symbol of our growing love.
XX.
[wind blowing]
[farting]
[church bells clanging]
Shacking up with the gravedigger is one thing,
but now he's off gallivanting
on one of his sex pervert vacations in Europe.
Apparently he's getting fertility treatments.
Oh, he's getting fertility treatments, all right,
and the nurses are all wearing leather.
[all cackling]
[cackling echoing]
[shovel blade ringing]
[Gravedigger] Well, Mr. Moon,
Day 177,
and still no word from me lover.
Every day I think of offin' meself,
and the various methods I could use to do the offing--
noose, mace, oven, going to a leper colony--
but there's the smallest part of me
that can't get me great, great, great Granny's
famous family motto out of me head.
Maybe love is about digging deep and digging hard,
even when your shovel hits into a rock or something.
[shovel clanging]
[Postman] Postcard!
[Lover writes] Months at sea,
I've reached the doctor
who will give my loins a second start.
By now I hope you've got those roses blooming
as you've made my heart.
Wait for me.
[Gravedigger] Oh, what the hell was I thinking, Mr. Moon?
Here my lover left me a bush of roses to care for,
and I left 'em to get all saggy.
I'd best be studying up on me botany,
and I'm making plans to develop a fertilizer
that's gonna help super-charge the rosebush.
[Postman] Postcard!
[Lover writes] The doctors make my testes ache,
shock them, burn them, turn them blue.
These pains are nothing
to the one that longs to cum inside of you...
and again, and again, and again.
[Gravedigger] I love when he writes to me.
Distance really does make the heart grow fonder.
Ah...
Oh, I hope he's impressed by how big the bush is
when he gets back into me arms.
Back into me arms...
[Postman] Postcard!
[Lover writes] When foolish snobs
declare you stink
as though that weren't your best feature,
recall my words that special night
about my favourite fetid creature.
You are not a metaphor for beauty.
You arebeauty.
All... of... my... love.
[crickets chirping]
[Postman] Postcard!
[Lover writes] Experimental miracles have worked
and got my seed refreshed.
I'm coming home to you, my love,
to thrust in your hot, sticky flesh.
Don't wash.
[♪♪♪]
[ship's horn blaring]
Good afternoon.
Oh, hello.
[♪♪♪]
[sailor calling] Anchors aweigh!
[deckboards creaking]
[♪♪♪]
[raindrop splatting]
Got a raindrop. [chuckling]
[sighing]
[thunderclap]
[wind howling]
[thunderclap]
[man shouting] Save yourself!
[splashing]
[man] Save yourself!
Save yourself!
[gasping]
[thunderclap]
[crying out]
[thunderclap]
[sea shanty playing, seabirds crying]
[drunken mumbling]
What?
[drunken mumbling] ...something yonder a thurr...
[mumbling]
What dat?
Over there yonder?
Oh... yeah.
Oh yeah.
What dat?
[sailor mumbling]
Right, get the stick, get the stick.
[bagpipes playing]
[mumbling] Finger.
[Gravedigger] Come home to me, lover...
Come home... lover...
Come home to me, lover...
...buried in the same grave...
[gasping] ...oh, come home to me...
buried in the same grave so we'll never be apart.
Oh, lover...
Ah... [moaning]
[pounding on cottage door]
[moaning stops abruptly]
[pounding on door]
[heavy accent] Eh, uh, Missy, uh...
I come to say it be a sad day for you,
'cause, uh, your lover,
him drown at sea.
[drunken mumbling] We found the finger in the bag there.
What?
[high, squeaky voice] A-a finger!
It's in the bag.
[mumbling] His ship has sunk, madam.
- He's drowned. - What?
Your man, uh, we keep track of all the shippin' log.
We got a finger there...
[mumbling] ...it went in the bag.
That's what that is right there.
What?
[wind blowing]
His finger there, it's in the bag.
In the bag?
What?
What do you mean, in the bag?
He's in the bag?
In the bag...
In the... in the... in the bag.
He's in the ba--
in the bag?
In the bag... in the bag...
[thud]
[sobbing and thrashing]
Lost! Lost, lost.
Lost. Gone.
- [knocking] - [gasping] Love!
Sir, we've brought you
some breakfast provisions.
I have no appetite.
You haven't eaten in a fortnight, sir.
We've just brought you little things.
A tea, and some starches and sweets.
Bring me the poppy.
We're getting worried about you, sir.
Don't make me ask again!
- Sir? - Dammit, man!
[teacup rattling]
[lighter clicking]
[operatic recording playing]
[singing]
[Widower gasping and grunting]
[singing echoes]
[Widower] I thought love could conquer death, my dear...
but I was wrong.
Wrong...
wrong... wrong...
[operatic recording playing]
[♪♪♪]
[rocking chair squeaking]
In the bag...
[rush of waves and submerging voice]
[waves, voice bubbling, cuckoo clock chiming]
[wind blowing]
[♪♪♪]
[Gravedigger] I don't want to be
like one of those people
who dies all alone.
I'd rather die than die that way.
Will you wear this for me...
[♪♪♪]
...and let me love you forever?
[Lover] Yes... yes... yes...
[Gravedigger] If I had a lover,
I would never let him go.
Never ever, never ever, never ever, ever, ever...
Never stop digging.
- [thunderclap] - [Gravedigger] No!
I love you so much,
and I will never stop, never stop... never stop...
[♪♪♪]
Flowers...
Fertilizer?
Ah.
From seed to flower
is in my power.
Not to be haughty,
but why not a body?
Every seed has its fertilizer.
I just need to figure out yours,
and I will, my darling.
I love you.
[shovel clanging]
Huh...
Tail can move
with body sliced.
Wriggle with its body's life...
[gasping]
The lizard I think holds elixir
that just might be my perfect fixer!
A net?
On a rod.
On a what?
On a rod!
She was trying to catch a husband.
She's gonna need a bigger net.
Lizards.
What?
She was catching lizards by the dozen.
Or maybe she's starting a pet store.
Well, she was very excited,
practically foaming at the mouth.
Foam everywhere.
Well, if she can't bag a man, why not try a lizard?
Unholy!
Unrighteous!
Unsurprising.
[screaming] Lizard!
[all screaming]
[smashing and screaming]
[winding record player]
[♪♪♪]
[Gravedigger] Well, hello there, Mr. Moon.
Can you believe I almost gave up on me lover
just because he's currently only a finger?
Fat chance!
Now, how do I get this thing to work?
Sushi method.
Unsuccessful.
Meat grinder method.
Unsuccessful.
Cheese grater method. Unsuccessful.
Twist it till it hurts method.
Unsuccessful, but we're getting closer.
Syringe method?
[gasping] Successful!
[♪♪♪]
Ooh... this will work, me love,
I can feel it!
Tonight's the night!
[groaning] I can't wait for you to come home.
Oh, my gosh, you're gonna wrap your arms around my body,
and say you love me,
and say you need me,
and then we can make babies, and then we can--
[slapping] Ah!
Get it together, man.
We have work to do.
[thunderclap]
[thunder, rain pouring]
If this lizard elixir works,
it will make your body grow
out of your finger!
And it will, my darling...
I love you.
[thunderclap]
This is the gardening tool
of a god!
[laughing maniacally]
[electricity crackling]
[door creaking open]
[voice shuddering]
[electricity crackling]
All right.
You can do it.
It's time.
Grow!
Come on!
Yes, me love, you can do it!
Come on!
We've put in so much work!
Okay.
You can do it, me love.
It's time!
Come on!
[shrieking]
[laughing and screaming]
Oh, yes!
I knew you were in there, love.
I knew it!
[laughing] Oh, you're waving at me!
[laughing]
Cheeky little devil.
Okay, now grow.
Grow!
[laughing] Yes!
Yes!
Yes, grow!
Grow! Grow!
Oh...
Okay, um...
Maybe make some room for the body.
Um... a bit of a knuckle...
Uh...
Uh, don't forget the...
Oh...
Uh...
Oh, bother.
Uh-oh.
[thunderclap]
[♪♪♪]
Huh...
Hmm...
Don't worry, my love, I will-- I will find a way.
Just a few more tweaks to go.
[faint squeaking]
Hmm?
[faint squeaking]
What?
[faint squeaking]
[squeaking]
Yes? What is it, love?
Uh...
I'm sorry, darling,
I don't really understand what you're trying to say.
Didn't your mother never tell you to point at nobody?
Why don't you go on shove it up your nub!
I'm sorry I told you to shove it up your nub.
That wasn't very nice of me.
It's just been a long day.
I didn't mean anything by it.
[faint squeaking]
Are you seriously still pointing at me?
I call a truce,
and you keep pointing at me?
Do you think I'm stupid?
Quit it! You're pestering me!
Ah, God, I miss you.
Even fighting with you is heavenly.
I want it all with you, baby.
Bickering in the kitchen.
Late-night fights.
[faint squeaking]
[growling]
I really friggin' wish you would stop pointing at me
and just be happy for me!
I've gone through all this work for us,
and-and it's not enough for you!
I'm going to bed to put on me jammies.
I hope you find your way to bed okay.
[sighing]
[♪♪♪]
[faint squeaking]
[Gravedigger] Stop.
[faint squeaking]
Go away.
[faint squeaking]
Stop!
You've been a very bad finger,
and bad little fingers
must be punished.
[faint squeaking]
[gasping and moaning passionately]
- [faint squeaking] - Ooh...
Oh! Oh!
"Bo...dy."
"Body."
Body.
Oh! A body!
Oh, of course!
Why didn't I think of that?
Shall it be a man,
to match his sturdy chest?
[gasping]
Should it be a lady?
But then you've got the breasts,
or should it be an older gent,
for organs more mature?
[gasping]
Oh, shit.
[Widower whispers] My love...
Hmm.
I only wish it could be me.
Oh, to be buried in a blanket of dirt.
By George, I've got it!
Would it be mad
to dig up your dead sister
and use her body for your return?
Hmm.
I can see some would think it perverse,
but the truth is, she's gone.
But you, you still have life in you.
I know it.
I've seen it,
and I think your sister
would want to let you live, right?
You always said
she was about love and everything,
and besides, any reasonable sister
would allow me to use her corpse.
Why, yes, naturally.
Forgive me.
Welcome to the workshop.
On behalf of your brother,
we would like to thank you again
for your generous donation.
Um... you're looking a little chilly,
so I'm just going to go ahead
and cover you up with this little sheet here.
[♪♪♪]
And you really do resemble your brother,
especially your...
fingers!
[blade ringing]
[laughter]
[ring rattling in jar]
[squelching]
The reason why
you put the ring on this finger
of your one and only true lover
is because the veins right here
run all the way up
to your heart.
[thunderclap, rain pouring]
The lizard can regrow its tail,
so if I reverse the current,
the tail will regrow the lizard, so to speak.
Let's give it a go!
Okay, me love! Grow!
Grow, me love!
Come on!
I'm waitin' for ya!
I can feel you!
I can't wait to hold you in me arms
and kiss you,
and make love to you!
You can do it!
Grow into that body of yours!
Grow for me, baby!
Grow!
[screaming] Grow!
Grow!
[screaming] Grow!
Come on, me lover!
[thunderclap]
Gravedigger...
[thunderclap]
[gasping]
[screaming gasp]
[screaming]
He's alive!
[screaming] He's alive!
He's alive!
[screaming] Oh! I am a god!
I am a god among men!
[♪♪♪]
Oh, Mr. Moon, I've got me lover back into a body,
but I do think the trauma of him dying
might have bruised up his personality a bit.
He doesn't quite seem like himself.
Nothing a bit of rehab won't fix.
Huh.
Hmm.
[gasping]
Oh, good morning, darling.
You look beautiful.
[flapping]
Just finishing a thought here.
I'll be right with you.
Make yourself cozy.
[soft moaning]
Hmm.
[fire crackling]
[moaning]
[giggling]
[fire crackling]
[moaning]
[Gravedigger] Do you want a milkshake?
[gasping]
[♪♪♪]
Good...
Mm...
Mm, yes, that's strawberry.
Yeah, your favourite.
Good job, Lover.
Ooh. Oh.
Okay, that's good, love.
Yummy. That's really yummy.
Okay, well, I've had enough.
I've had enough now, love. That's for you.
It's not for me, it's for you.
Mm.
Oh.
Thank you, love.
But it's not for me. That's for you.
I made that one for you.
[footsteps clicking]
[knocking]
Good evening, young sir.
Yes?
We come bearing news.
Terrible news.
What is it?
The gravedigger was seen digging up your dead wife.
We're just dying to know what happened.
She dragged the body to her workshop.
No, no, no, darling.
There's all sorts of delicate stuff in here!
- [snarling] - Uh!
What's with you treating me like a stranger?
[sniffing]
Oh, that's it, darling, you remember me?
[sniffing]
[tongue flapping]
Oh...
you used to love me smell!
[smashing]
Oh, no!
That's our elixir!
Oh, it took me days to concoct!
Oh, no, not the lizzies!
No, don't do that!
Stop!
[gasping passionately]
What's so wrong about me?
Why you got so fixated on the lizzies?
[gasping]
[passionate groaning]
[gasping]
[Dead Singer panting]
[gasping]
I see before me...
all I've wished these long, painful hours.
[gasping in ecstasy]
Uh...
Is it really you?
My heart?
[echoes of soprano singing]
[gasping passionately]
[grunting]
- Stop! - [grunting ferociously]
- Don't! - [grunting increasing]
Stop!
[screaming climax]
[prolonged moaning scream]
[extended screaming]
[screaming tapering off]
[wheezing and harking]
[splatting]
[wheezing moaning]
What have you done to my wife?!
He's not your wife. He's my lover!
Devil! [blow clanging]
I'm no devil. I'm a lady.
How dare you violate her?!
[blows ringing]
Pervert!
[screaming]
[♪♪♪]
[Dead Singer groaning]
[Gravedigger] Lover!
Lover, get back here!
Lover!
She's gone!
No!
Night-night!
[thudding]
Lover!
Lover! Where are you?
[faint moaning]
[squeaking gasp]
[Nun] Did you hear that?
We were... we were just simply...
[moaning]
It is the long shaft of Satan!
[gasping]
He's come to punish us for our sins!
[gasping]
[crying forlornly]
Lover?
Huh?
Oh...
That's your heel...
[gasping] ...and your long finger!
Oh...
Oh, no, nun's clothes.
Me love, did you kill a nun?
[sniffing]
Hmm.
What?
[sniffing]
Pussy.
Lover! Lover!
It's me, the love of your life!
[screaming] Remember?!
[grumbling]
[sighing]
He's got away again.
Can you imagine
getting brought back from the dead by your beloved
only to piss off into the wood?
What would make someone do that for?
[gasping]
What if he's leaving
because he wants a different kind of lady?
But he said he would love me forever.
I don't think I could handle it
if he didn't love me anymore.
I really don't think I could handle it.
[growling]
It's his fault I feel this way!
Ever since I had him,
his love's been like a fish out of water,
wiggling in me hands trying to break free.
I ought to bash his head in to stop the wriggling, right?
But in all seriousness, Mr. Moon,
when I do find him,
he is gonna need to be restrained.
Gently, of course,
but firmly also.
Exceptionally firmly.
Just until he starts acting like himself again,
and when I do find him...
[sighing]
I will never let him go!
Never, ever, ever!
Lover, yoo-hoo! Where are you?
[crying]
[sobbing desperately]
[distant man yodelling]
Yodelly-yodelly-yodelly- ay-hee-hoo!
Yodelly-odelly-odelly-hee-hoo!
[wailing in reply] Ooh...!
Yodelly-odelly--
- [wailing in reply] - odelly-hee-hoo!
[man calling] Hello!
I cannot hear you too vell.
There must be vater in mine ears.
I can feel it svishing around in zere,
like my brain is going for a svim!
[laughing heartily]
[wailing in reply]
[wailing echoing]
I am medically blind without mine glasses,
so I cannot see you either,
but whoever you are,
you must come in for a schwim.
Ze vater is marvellous!
[splashing]
Lover! Lover!
[horse nickering nearby]
Horse tied up there.
Did he steal a horse?
[Widower] Monster before me...
[Gravedigger] Hmm?
It's only me.
You have taken my love's peace.
He is not your love. He is my love!
[blade ringing] Gravedigger...
You gave up on your love. I didn't.
[roaring in battle]
[grunting]
Love...
Love can't conquer death.
My love has already conquered death!
When you really love someone,
you don't let 'em go.
Not even death can steal 'em,
and if it do,
you keep digging, and digging,
and digging, and digging,
and digging,
and digging, and digging
until you get him back!
[blade ringing]
Hmm?
[squealing and giggling]
[man] You sound chilly!
[giggling]
Don't worry,
your body will turn on the heaters.
[chuckling]
- [tittering] - Ja...
[finger splashing]
Oh!
I think zere is a stick in ze vater.
[she giggles]
[splashing]
Oh!
It has just hit me in the cock.
[laughing]
- [moaning and splashing] - [man] Oh!
Let me make this stick out of ze way.
[shuddering and gasping]
Huh? Oh.
Oh!
[laughing]
[man laughing]
[gasping passionately]
Ah...
Vat a delightful surprise you are.
Go on and kill me.
I made a promise to me lover,
and I'll never break it,
never, ever!
You leave me no choice.
[blade ringing]
It gives me no pleasure to speak of his...
lifestyle.
[Gravedigger] What are you on about?
There were no fertility treatments.
He has 12 bastards by different women.
I don't know who these women is,
but what we had is real.
[♪♪♪]
[moaning softly] Him...
Swim...
Him...
Ja, ve are schwimming.
- [laughing] - [giggling and gasping]
[laughing]
Don't make me tell you more.
Liar!
There was a line he repeated at parties
toward every newly flowered cousin or niece.
"You are not a metaphor for beauty..."
[Lover] You are...
beauty.
"You are beauty"?
You are beauty. You are beauty.
Are beauty.
You are beauty.
You are beauty. Beauty.
You are-- are-- are-- beauty.
[screaming] No!
[bones crunching]
[man gurgling]
[giggling passionately]
[man gurgling]
I will... to kill.
[Gravedigger raging]
[bell ringing]
I was lying.
I never loved you.
I am so glad I'm dead
so I don't have to smell you anymore.
[coughing and gagging]
Rest in puke, Gravedigger.
Hmm. Hmm?
Believe me, Gravedigger, we both wish you were dead!
And once you reverse that demonic spell
you've cast on her body,
I may grant that wish!
H'yah!
[horse neighing]
[♪♪♪]
[neighing]
[footsteps]
Hello.
Hello...
Just... out for a walk.
Lovely day. [chuckling nervously]
Just... out for a ride.
- Good. - Lovely.
Good.
Peace be with you.
Hallelujah.
- H'yah! - [horse neighing]
[♪♪♪]
[Dead Singer] Now that you are dead,
there's something I should said.
I'm part his finger,
part her body,
part the lizard,
new and naughty.
[door banging open]
And I want you to join me!
[footsteps clicking]
Father...
Father!
News of necrophilia, Father.
[thunderclap]
It's the gravedigger.
She's been indecent...
With the corpses.
[thunderclap]
Oh, my god, woman,
you're the foulest of creatures.
[Gravedigger] Piss off.
- Eat. - [spitting]
[blade ringing]
Eat the bloody hare, Gravedigger.
Go on, then.
A brave bastard.
Go on, do me in.
I used to be a brave bastard myself.
I've never run from a fight.
Never once in my life
have I ever stood down!
I would have...
I would have killed a thousand men for her!
I would have died a thousand deaths for her,
and then once more!
I would have rolled in the mud!
I would have...
[grunting]
I would have...
[grunting]
[screaming in rage]
[whispering] But I could not kill death.
Now that she's...
Now that she's gone...
it feels like...
[Gravedigger] The days are long
and the sky is black?
Yes.
Me bruised and bloody heart's been cracked.
[Widower] Yes.
I miss you so much I wish I was dead.
[Widower] Yes.
Dead in me 'eart and dead in me 'ead.
[Widower] Yes!
So take me shovel and dig me hole...
[Widower] Yes?
...and bury me body and bury me soul.
[Widower] Yes.
Until I bring you back to life...
What?
...I'll keep the pledge made as your wife...
...to love you forever
and ever and ever.
I suppose that's the difference
between you and me.
Death has knocked me to my knees,
and I haven't the courage to stand again.
[drinking]
Oi.
[church bell tolls]
[ringing handbell]
[wind blowing]
[calling] God's children!
[bell clanging]
I got word from God!
[bell clanging]
[snoring]
[nearby snoring]
[snoring]
[Gravedigger] Oh...
Me notebook.
Huh?
He must have stole it from me workshop
when I knocked him out there earlier.
Postcards from me lover.
[Lover writes] You are not a metaphor for beauty.
You are beauty.
[Gravedigger] That's how he knew what me lover said!
He read it in a postcard!
[gasping]
Widower was lying.
Lying so I would do what he said!
[shouting echoing]
You do love me?
You do!
[♪♪♪]
You do!
[♪♪♪]
[Gravedigger] Love deep.
Love hard.
Never... stop... loving.
You do love me!
[sighing]
[gasping]
Dammit, Pervert!
[Gravedigger] Mr. Moon!
Oh, I can feel
the judging eyes of me grandmom,
me great-grandmom,
and all the way up
to the very first gravediggers.
While I was wasting time with the Widower,
I just know me lover has returned home to me cottage.
Oh, Mr. Moon...
[grunting]
...love is an education.
[wolf howling]
God, I can hear your message. I feel it.
I feel it deeply within me.
We gotta kill that gravedigger
is what I'm hearing in your message.
- [thunderclap] - Kill, kill, kill, kill!
Damned be the gravedigger!
She be desecrating the community
digging up the corpses, man, fuckin' the corpses.
- Corpse-fucker! - Corpse-fucker!
Corpse-fucker, corpse-fucker!
What's going on? [muttering] something...
- Kill her! - Let's see some blood!
[squeaky high voice] Let's go!
Come on, join us, friend!
We're gonna kill the gravedigger!
- [thunderclap] - The necrophiliac,
we're gonna hunt her down,
and we're gonna gut her like a fish,
'cause she took God's word, and she defiled it!
[gasping] Oh, no!
A ruckus in me workshop.
Break that door down!
Break that door down right now!
I can see on the other side of that door is evil,
so break that door right down.
Kick that door down with all of your might!
Don't worry, Lover! I'll save you!
Stand back!
- Ah! - What?! -Oh!
Go on, get away!
[incoherent shouting]
[shovel blade ringing]
[roaring]
Gravedigger! You are a sinner of the most despicable kind!
God will punish you for your sins!
[Gravedigger] Huh, God?
I ain't afraid of no god!
The only thing I'm afraid of
is dying without love!
And I'd rather die a thousand deaths
than let that happen!
[shovel blade ringing]
[angry mob shouting] Kill her! Kill her!
- Get that-- - Kill the bitch!
[angry mob shouting]
[Gravedigger] Take a whiff of this!
[♪♪♪]
Oh!
[gagging and wheezing]
[screaming]
Father! [incoherent shouting]
There's a priest on the floor!
Father! Father! Father!
[♪♪♪]
Lover!
Where are you?
If-if you're hiding from me--
[moaning]
Oh, Lover, there you are.
[Dead Singer] We locked eyes floating in the ocean...
Oh, thank God.
[Dead Singer] ...soaking wet in Cupid's potion...
Oh, yes.
Yes, I'll never forget our special swim.
[Dead Singer] Your voice,
it met me on the shore,
and instantly, I needed more...
And you're rhyming again!
[Dead Singer] I loved you till your final breath,
and loved you doubly into death!
Oh, yes, I will love you.
Through death I will love you.
Your body, cold and soft and blue,
whispered sweetly what to do...
Blue?
Me skin isn't exactly blue, darling.
[gasping]
[♪♪♪]
[mob shouting] Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!
Who the hell is this?!
[mob shouting] Kill! Kill the gravedigger! Kill!
Kill the gravedigger!
Kill! Kill! Hear God's word!
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!
[Widower] I thought love
could conquer death, my dear,
but I was wrong...
...or maybe I was right.
[echoes of soprano singing]
[shouting] For love!
[♪♪♪]
- [gasping] - [blade slashing]
Huh?
So handsome!
So brave!
So available.
[shouting] Kill the gravedigger!
Not if I have anything to do with it.
[roaring and slashing]
[thudding]
[boxing round bell dinging]
Rest in peace.
[steam whistle blaring]
Liar!
You lied to me!
You never loved me!
You-you are repulsive!
You are a liar!
You are a coward!
You are a slimy piece of shit, and I wish you was dead!
Dead in the dirt where you belong!
You freak!
You... you don't deserve another minute of this life
that I granted you!
You ungrateful worm!
[slashing]
[gurgling]
Raah!
[body thudding]
[spitting]
Gravedigger!
[Dead Singer] I've roamed around
and seen a few.
The only one I want is you.
I'll love you with my dying breath.
Without you, life is waking death.
Good... God, he's really in there.
By sewing on a stolen part,
I'll give our love a second start.
[echoes of soprano singing]
I'll leave you two alone.
Good day.
- H'yah! H'yah! - [horse neighing]
[laughing] Yes!
[furious laughter]
[thunderclap]
I took the lively life from you
and halted every fidget.
Now I will make you just like me,
a corpse with a new digit.
[thunderclap]
[slashing and cutting]
[thunderclap]
[♪♪♪]
♪ I heard your heart beat
♪ So the blood must flow
♪ Sad what ya lack
♪ You never can borrow
♪ Oh, no
♪ Yes, you are old
♪ You can't go back to start
♪ You better get practicin'
♪ If you want those lips to part ♪
♪ 'Cause you got everything
♪ You've got everything
♪ Yeah, you've got everything ♪
♪ But a smile
♪ Na na na na
♪ I was a witness at some imitation of yourself ♪
♪ That's where I got the gist ♪
♪ That if you can't smile
♪ I know you can't kiss
♪ Still, you got everything
♪ Yeah, you've got everything ♪
♪ Oh, you've got everything
♪ But a smile
♪ Na na na na
[waves lapping]