Being Human2011

Bishop:
I know you killed me, Aidan. Half of Boston knows. You think Marcus is gonna come busting through that door? Nobody, not even Marcus, is gonna stand up for a dying king and piss on the new one.

Aidan Waite:
Oh my God! Bishop, are you afraid of what's on the other side? I don't know. Maybe we got it wrong. Maybe there's something waiting for us. Maybe...

Bishop:
I am the other side. When you died, I was waiting for you on that battlefield. I was. I hope you're lucky when it's your turn. You don't get taken out by some stray stake but by someone who fed from your blood, who you nourished for centuries. A father never kills his son but always wants his son to surpass him.

Aidan Waite:
I'm sorry I didn't arrange it sooner.

Bishop:
I know you wanted to take credit. You know, a year ago, you were laying with wolves and blubbering about ghosts. And now, look at you. You've killed your maker. You've banished your lover and your friends. And now, you're going to be Adam. After his plague, rebuild our race with your blood. My blood. I said you couldn't stand where I stand. You can. You... are my perfect son.