Is that you? Let me go.
Yes, let me go.
Did you want the Saviour? Christ?
They fooled you.
People may fool, Christ never. What’s your name?
Savva. Get out of my way, I tell you.
Surrender Thy servant Savva. Hold!
[He strikes a heavy, swinging blow with his left fist whence Savva did not expect an attack. Savva sinks on one knee. The crowd rushes at him and tramples him down.
Beat him! Aha! So! He is turning back! Beat him!
What does this mean? Oh! Oh! Oh! (He clutches his head with both hands, cries, and runs away)
SAVVA (fighting desperately, he appears for a moment looking fierce and terrible) Let go—Ho-o-o! (He sinks back again)
That’s the way. One, two—Ah! Strike! Got him? Not yet! Got him? What are you waiting for? Strike! Done!
He’s still moving.
Peter, got a knife? Finish him with your knife. Cut his throat.
No, I’d rather do it with my heel. One! Two!
KONDRATY (cursing him)
Lord Jesus Christ! Lord Jesus Christ!
[Loud cries are heard from the background: “They are carrying Him! They are carrying Him!” The mob begins to disperse and thins out quickly.
They are carrying Him! Yes, it’s enough. It’s done. No, let me at him—once more. There! I gave him one good one in his face. They are carrying Him! They are carrying Him!
Enough, enough. A grand feast for you, you accursed beasts!
I tell you, they are carrying Him! Lie there, you! Oh my, am I going to be late? Enough now. Are you sorry for him, eh? Is it your head? One more! Come on!