What is it you want, Lorna?
What are you looking for?
Revenge is what you’re after, right? You want some pay-back.
You know it makes no difference what you’re doing. All you’re really doing is hurting yourself.
If you think this will make you feel better…
If you think it’ll bring you back from whatever it is you’re going through… you’re wrong.
I don’t mean to be the bearer of bad news or anything, as you clearly have your mind made up and you’re determined to go on this little mission…
But have you really thought it through?
I suppose it’s none of my business… but let’s face it. You must be thinking about it somewhere deep down… otherwise why would I be saying it?
Lorna: Am I crazy?
You tell me…
Eli: You’re the one talking to a dead man.
Lorna: Oh, Shirley.
Shirley: Good morning.
Shirley: Come on down. Breakfast’s on the table.
Lorna: Thanks for this. I didn’t for a moment think you owed me any of your food. You’ve given me somewhere safe to sleep. That’s enough.
Shirley: You know Herb. He insisted. Not that I needed much persuading. You’re an old friend. That hasn’t changed.
Lorna: Speaking of the old man, where is he?
Shirley: Out walking Dexter. He’s due any minute.
Lorna: It’s like it hasn’t even changed here…
Shirley: It hasn’t. Not really. We don’t get any visitors… none that speak anyway. That’s all that’s different for us. I guess we got lucky. Then again, we’ve always been good Christians. Maybe the Lord’s protective hand is keeping us safe.
Lorna: How can you still believe that shit?
Shirley: If you must know, I believe it more than ever.
Lorna: You’ve seen out it there. The death… the destruction… it’s the end.
Shirley: Then the saviour will be coming down soon, according to the good book. My faith shan’t be shaken by reincarnated monsters, Lorna. No matter their number or how frightening they may be.
Shirley: Now, you gonna provide some answers?
Lorna: What do you mean?
Shirley: Herb and I, we’ve been understanding. When you turned up at our door last night, we were happy to see you. We didn’t bombard you with questions. We haven’t asked about Peter or the kids. Or what happened to your hair. Or why you seem like a completely different girl to the one we knew. Instead, we gave you a warm bed and food to fill your stomach.
Lorna: And I’m grateful.
Shirley: Then tell me why you’re here? And what’s going on in that head of yours?
Lorna: Trust me, Shirley. You wouldn’t want to know.
Shirley: Try me.
Herb: Beautiful day outside.
Shirley: Hey, Herb.
Herb: Breakfast ready?
Shirley: Ain’t it always?
Herb: Dexter was quiet. Real quiet. I think he’s learning.
Shirley: Good. Last thing we need is him luring those things to the house again.
Herb: You all right there, girl?
Lorna: I’m fine thanks, Herb.
Shirley: She was just about to fill me in.
Lorna: I was?
Herb: Fill ya in on what?
Shirley: What she’s doing round here… where’s she’s been… what’s happened…
Herb: Now, Shirl, that’s none of our business. Just let the woman eat. You’re staying another night, right?
Lorna: Oh, I…
Shirley: I think she wants to make tracks.
Herb: It’s a miracle we’ve found each other again! You can’t go already!
Lorna: I really should be moving on.
Shirley: You heard her, Herb.
Lorna: Well, I, err… guess I can stay one more night.
Shirley: I’ll go change the sheets.
Lorna: She’s mad at me now.
Herb: Shirley doesn’t mean any harm. You know that better than anyone.
Lorna: I really don’t want to be a drain on your supplies.
Herb: Hey, less of that. We got plenty.
Herb: Eat up.
Lorna: I never thought I’d see these guys again and yet… here they are.
Herb: In all their glory.
Lorna: They seem to be doing well.
Herb: We’re out of the way here. Managed to keep our home and health as the rest of the world went to hell. I’m grateful for that. And when our time eventually does come, I’ll still be grateful for the time we’ve had.
Lorna: You could fortify the perimeter. Keep this place standing longer.
Herb: I’m old and past it. Don’t have that in me anymore. Shirl and I… we’ve spoke about this. We’re just gonna carry on. While we can. I’m a heck of a shot and we’re in no danger of running out of shells anytime soon. We’re good.
Lorna: Delilah seems as graceful as ever.
Herb: Some things don’t change. Fancy a ride? She was always your favourite.
Lorna: She still quiet?
Herb: Sure is.
Lorna: And doesn’t scare easy?
Herb: Barely bats an eye-lid. It’s like I said, some things don’t change.
Lorna: Can I borrow her?
Lorna: I have to scout some areas nearby. She’d sure be handy.
Herb: Shirley wouldn’t like it.
Lorna: Shirley doesn’t like anything.
Herb: You might be right, but that’s still my wife, darlin’.
Herb: (Sighs). You’ll bring her back safe?
Lorna: I promise.
Lorna: You’ve got to be kidding?
Eli: Howdy, old timer.
Lorna: Fuck off.
Eli: But I’ve just got here? We can ride together. I’m sure you could use the company.
Lorna: You’re not here.
Eli: I am… in the way that matters.
Lorna: I’m not doing this anymore.
Eli: And yet, here I sit. You’re the one bringing me here, Lorna. You’re the one conducting this little charade. You need to ask yourself why.
Lorna: I don’t need to ask myself anything.
Eli: Would you prefer Milo?
Eli: Or maybe your parents?
Eli: You could see them the way you see me, you know? All it’d take is some concentration. Try real hard. Let’s see if you can do it.
Eli: No. You can’t, can you? I’m flattered. Maybe I’m the easier one to have around. I spur you on, right? Keep you motivated to keep doing what you’re doing? If you were to see your boy, or your folks, well, that might make you think twice. You could even form a conscience. We wouldn’t want that, would we?
Eli: Oh, so I get the silent treatment? I see how it is. I’m not one to take things personally.
Eli: Have it your way. We’ll just ride.
Shirley: You gave her Delilah, didn’t you?
Herb: She’ll bring her back.
Shirley: How can you be sure of that, Herb!?
Herb: This is Lorna we’re talking about. The girl we’ve known since she was a kid. She wouldn’t steal from us.
Shirley: How can you say it’s the same Lorna? Honestly, Herb, look at her!
Herb: We don’t know what she’s been through. If the family ain’t with her, what do you think that means?
Shirley: I’m no idiot. I’m not oblivious to what’s going on out there. Peter and the kids… it pains me to say it out loud, but they’re probably dead.
Herb: Right. And in case you’ve forgotten, she was here when she went into labour just a few years back.
Shirley: I had to throw out my Grandmother’s rug. I’m not going to forget that day anytime soon.
Herb: We helped bring Beatrice into the world, right by the coffee table, during the worst snow storm in a hundred years. We being there made all the difference. There was no way she was going to get to the hospital in time.
Shirley: I remember just fine. What’s your point?
Herb: Lorna… that little girl… they’re practically family.
Shirley: You think I don’t know that?
Herb: So, where’s your compassion?
Shirley: Excuse me!?
Herb: All that girl’s been through and you can’t wait to kick her out the front door!
Shirley: That’s not true.
Herb: Isn’t it?
Shirley: The Lorna we knew… can you honestly still see her?
Herb: Can’t you?
Shirley: I’m not sure. Tragedy and trauma change people, Herb. Makes ‘em do things… things they never would’ve done before.
Herb: I still trust her.
Shirley: If she doesn’t bring Delilah back…
Herb: So what if she doesn’t? She’s lost everything when we still have so much. Yet you’re hollering over one damn horse when we have two more right outside.
Herb: What sort of Christian are you?
Eli: It sure is quiet.
Lorna: Not now, Eli. Please.
Eli: I’m just saying; this has cocked up your plans, hasn’t it?
Lorna: Not necessarily.
Eli: The place is deserted. There’s nobody down in that club.
Lorna: Maybe. Maybe not.
Eli: You haven’t seen a soul. You’ve been standing here for hours.
Lorna: And I shall continue doing so for several more.
Eli: You’re a determined little assassin, I’ll give you that.
Eli: Ever considered the possibility that David was lying about this place?
Lorna: He was telling the truth.
Eli: How do you know that?
Lorna: I could tell.
Eli: Hm. Well, I’d let you know myself if he was telling porkies, but unfortunately, I’m deceased and am therefore in no position to do so.
Lorna: You talk a lot of shit for a dead man.
Eli: Oh, now, this is all you. I’m happy decomposing, thanks very much.
Eli: Ooh, here we go.
Voice: (From afar).Who is it?
Voice: Find any ammo?
Bob: A few cases. You gonna let me in, or what?
Bob: Thanks, Brandon.
Brandon: Drake won’t be happy if you’ve only got a few cases.
Bob: Shut the fuck up whining, will ya? I’ve tried my best.
Lorna: That right there is confirmation.
Eli: Would appear so.
Lorna: Not so smug now are we, Jacob Marley?
Herb: Thank you… for bringing Delilah back safe.
Lorna: I said I would.
Herb: Was she all right?
Herb: Can I ask what you’re doing out there?
Lorna: Shirl send you?
Herb: I’m not completely submissive, you know? I’m curious.
Herb: Fancy sharing?
Lorna: Trust me, Herb. It’s best you don’t know.
Herb: You doing something dangerous?
Lorna: Everything’s dangerous these days.
Herb: Fair point.
Lorna: Shirley mad at you?
Herb: I’d be worried if she wasn’t.
Lorna: I’m sorry.
Herb: You have nothing to apologise for, darlin’.
Lorna: You guys have your own thing going here. You’re enjoying the rest of your time together, however long it may be. I’m sure me showing up wasn’t part of the plan. I didn’t mean to ruffle feathers.
Herb: Shirl and I have been doing the same thing day in, day out. It’s pleasant, comforting even, but with everything going on, I expected her to be happy to see a friendly face. Especially when it’s somebody we love.
Lorna: Thanks, Herb. I hope she won’t think too badly of me.
Herb: She doesn’t.
Lorna: Really? If looks could kill, I wouldn’t have made it through dinner.
Herb: Oh, I don’t know, she’s always been a difficult woman. I’ve been with her most my life, yet I’ve never fully understood her.
Herb: Anyway, she’s preparing a bath so best get up there.
Lorna: All right.
Herb: Promise you’ll be careful with whatever it is you’re doing.
Lorna: I’ll try.
Herb: And if you do leave tomorrow, please, don’t go without saying goodbye.
Lorna: I won’t.
Herb: Night, darlin’.
Lorna: Please… just leave me alone…
Lorna: I need to sleep.
Eli: What’s stopping you?
Lorna: I can’t take much more of this.
Eli: Oh, Lorna, calm down. You’re being hysterical.
Eli: What is it that’s bothering you, precious sweetheart? Is it the men you’ve killed? Do you see their faces every time you close your eyes?
Eli: Is it me? Do you wish you were the one to take me out? Is the regret causing insomnia?
Eli: Maybe it’s just the nerves. Are you having second thoughts about tomorrow? Knowing you’re going to take even more lives?
Eli: No… it’s none of that, is it?
Eli: It’s Milo. It’s gotta be. Whenever your face hits the pillow and you shut those eyes, there he is. Lying cold and lifeless on the ground.
Eli: Every day you actually manage to convince yourself you’re dealing with it. That you can block it out if need be, but it’s not true. Even after that talk with Peter, you felt better; you thought it was some sort of closure. To know he and Beatrice are safe… that Milo was put to rest… but it didn’t do anything, did it? In fact you feel worse.
Eli: If the loss and grief you feel for Milo isn’t bad enough, you also have your guilt. Piling up, getting heavier and heavier and all the more difficult to manage with each passing day. Not only did you fail to protect your son, but you’ve abandoned your daughter when she needs you more than ever.
Eli: What sort of mother does that?
Eli: You’re an even bigger monster than me.
Lorna: FUCK OFF!
Lorna: JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!
Shirley: What the hell is going on!?
Lorna: Shirley… I…
Shirley: I don’t want to hear it. You’re not the girl I knew and loved. I saw that from get-go. If Herb wants to kid himself, more fool him, but I’m not so naïve… I’m not so stupid.
Shirley: I want you gone in the morning.
Lorna: Herb still in bed?
Shirley: I haven’t woke him yet.
Lorna: Aren’t you going to?
Shirley: Once you’re gone.
Lorna: Did he hear me last night?
Shirley: He’s dead to the world once he’s off. He didn’t hear a peep.
Shirley: He can keep ignoring the obvious. Maybe that’s for the best anyway. It’ll keep up his morale.
Lorna: I promised I’d say goodbye.
Shirley: I’ll tell him for you.
Lorna: So, I’m just going to go?
Shirley: That’s right.
Lorna: My God, you really hate me, don’t you?
Shirley: Hate you!?
Shirley: How can I possibly hate you!? I don’t even know you. This woman standing before me is a stranger.
Lorna: Why would you say that?
Shirley: Because it’s the truth! You’re dead behind the eyes. I saw it the moment I opened the door to you.
Lorna: And you judge me because of that? You have no idea what I’ve been through.
Shirley: No, I don’t. And I’m sorry, but in times like these, you have to be selfish. I need to think of Herb. I need to think of my home. I don’t trust you. So, you’ve gotta go.
Lorna: Do you really not see the old me? At all?
Shirley: I pride myself on being a good judge of character.
Lorna: You didn’t answer the question.
Shirley: Goodbye, Lorna.
Woman: Excuse me?
Lorna: Who are you!?
Woman: Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m Paige.
Lorna: What do you want?
Paige: My friend… he’s injured. Real bad. You’ve got to help.
Lorna: Why should I?
Paige: We’re desperate. I wouldn’t approach a stranger if we weren’t.
Lorna: What’s wrong with him?
Paige: He stabbed himself. Accidentally.
Lorna: Are you fucking with me?
Paige: I wish. No, he’s always been a klutz. He wounded himself trying to take out a groaner.
Lorna: Sorry, not my problem.
Paige: Please, I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. I’ve stitched him up but I need help cleaning the wound.
Lorna: Why should I help you?
Paige: Because you might need help from a stranger one day. Wouldn’t you like to think somebody would help you out if you needed it?
Lorna: Fine. Just don’t try anything. Lead the way.
Paige: Thank you.
Paige: So, where you from?
Lorna: We don’t have to talk.
Paige: All right then.
Lorna: You have a camp?
Paige: I thought we weren’t talking?
Lorna: This is relevant.
Paige: Yeah, it’s just a little place out the way.
Paige: There were twelve of us but now it’s just…
Lorna: I know this is a trap.
Paige: Easy. You’ve got this wrong.
Lorna: You can stitch a guy up but can’t dress a wound? Give me a break. Move an inch, it’s over.
Lorna: I see you.
Man: All right. You’ve got us. Don’t do anything rash. I’m Ian, this is Paige, and we’ve made a mistake. We know it. Would you mind letting us go?
Lorna: You’re not really in a position to make demands. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t slit her throat?
Ian: Because she’s my daughter. She’s a good girl. If you’re gonna kill anyone, kill me.
Paige: Dad, no.
Lorna: So this is what you two do to survive, huh? You lure people into traps and kill and loot them?
Ian: We thought you were one of them.
Lorna: One of whom?
Ian: The animals. From the club.
Lorna: You know them?
Ian: Not exactly. But they’ve robbed us before… killed the rest of our people. We’re the only ones left.
Lorna: Well, it would appear I might just be the best thing to ever happen to you two.
Ian: Are you sure about this?
Lorna: We both want them dead and you want their supplies. It makes perfect sense to me.
Paige: What do you get out of this?
Ian: They probably haven’t got that much down there. It might not be worth going to all this trouble just to split next to nothing two ways.
Lorna: I don’t want what they have. I just want them wiped out. The rest is irrelevant to me.
Paige: Why do you want them dead?
Lorna: That’s not important.
Paige: It isn’t!?
Lorna: You remember the plan?
Lorna: Good. I’ll see you both in a bit.
Lorna: Oh, and if you decide to back out, or if you try anything, I’ll find you. And I won’t be so lenient next time. You hear?
Ian: We hear.
Lorna: HEY, OPEN THE DOOR! Hello!?
Brandon: Who the fuck are you!?
Lorna: Please, I’m starving. I need help.
Man: The hell is this!?
Brandon: This bitch just turned up, Drake.
Drake: I see. You know her, Robin?
Robin: Why would I?
Drake: Takes a bitch to know a bitch.
Robin: Oh, ha-ha!
Lorna: I’m exhausted… starving… please… do you have any food or water?
Drake: Sure, sweetheart. We got plenty.
Eli: Wakey, wakey, sleepy head.
Lorna: Shit… how long have I been out?
Eli: You expect me to know?
Eli: Don’t mean to burst your bubble, but Elvis and Lisa-Marie… they’re a no-show.
Lorna: I’m aware of that.
Eli: Shouldn’t you have been prepared for the possibility of them backing out?
Lorna: I’ll think of something.
Eli: Best get to it, Lara Croft. Drake won’t drag this out for long.
Eli: If only you had told Herb…
Lorna: I wasn’t going to drag him into this.
Eli: But he can’t save you now, can he? And Peter sure as hell can’t help. You must’ve freaked him out when you fed poor Davey to the ghouls of the underworld. Maybe he wouldn’t bother rescuing you even if he could?
Lorna: I don’t care.
Eli: Oh, Lorna, you can’t even convince me of that, and I’m basically you!
Eli: Did it upset you? Seeing Peter with his new blonde bombshell of a girlfriend? She’s pretty, isn’t she? That must’ve hurt.
Lorna: Go away. I’ve had just about enough of this.
Eli: Don’t you want some company in your final moments? Ooh, you could be joining me soon. Wouldn’t that be splendid? Me and you together. For all eternity. Think of all the fun we could have. I’ll prepare a cake.
Lorna: Just fuck off!
Lorna: What the-!?
Lorna: Please let that be Ian…
Lorna: What’s going on!?
Robin: We’re under attack! We weren’t prepared for anything for like this! They’re trying to get in through the front door!
Lorna: So, what, you’re just going to hide in here?
Robin: Yeah, so shut the fuck up!
Lorna: You know, if you let me out, I could help keep you safe?
Robin: Why the fuck would you do that?
Lorna: I want to survive just as much as you do.
Robin: What help are you gonna be? You’re a scrawny little bitch who came begging to our door.
Lorna: Two hands are better than one.
Robin: Nah, I don’t think so. Drake wouldn’t like it.
Lorna: Drake might be dead.
Robin: Fuck… FUCK!
Robin: You better not pull anything.
Lorna: I wouldn’t dream of it.
Robin: Here, have this back.
Robin: No funny shit, all right? I got a gun.
Robin: If we keep it zipped, they shouldn’t…
Robin: Argh… you fucking… I…
Drake: All right. We’ve held them off. If that door remains bolted, we should be good.
Man: We’re almost out of ammo, man!
Drake: I know, Will, I know! But we have three guns! There’s only two out there! That’s three against two! We’re good!
Will: We were supposed to have more.
Brandon: Yeah, didn’t Eli say he was going to give us more?
Drake: He’s vanished, all right!? I told you that! We can make do on our own.
Bob: Listen to Drake, guys. He’ll get us out of this. He always does.
Drake: Exactly. Just keep those guns ready. We figure a way out of this, we kill those sons-of-bitches, I slit the bald whore’s throat, and then we get some more weapons, OK? We’ll fortify the shit out of this place.
Bob: Sounds like a-
Drake: What the fuck!?
Lorna: Don’t move.
Drake: Jesus… how did you… where’s Robin!?
Lorna: Dead. Hands up. All of you.
Lorna: I’m here because of Eli Loche.
Drake: He betrayed us!?
Lorna: He’s dead.
Drake: How the fuck do you know that!?
Lorna: I was one of his prisoners. And I heard about you Drake. Oh yes, you’ve been my top target since I broke free.
Drake: I…wait… hold on a second…
Lorna: All those screams I heard from the innocent’s Eli kept. That was you, wasn’t it? You made them find their tongue when they weren’t so willing to divulge information.
Drake: We can cut a deal, all right?
Lorna: Yes, I’m sure we can work something out.
Drake: Exactly, yeah, that’s the spirit.
Lorna: There was a man I heard a few whisperings about. His name is Blaine.
Drake: Oh, shit… no… I wouldn’t go after him, sweetheart.
Lorna: Know where he is?
Lorna: You’re lying.
Erica: Please, just tell her!
Drake: Shut it, Erica!
Ricardo: If we can get out of this, then we should. Who gives a fuck about Blaine? We’ll take off. He’ll never find us.
Drake: I’ll handle this, OK?
Lorna: Do you two know where is?
Ricardo: We’d say if we did. But, if you want, I could get Drake to talk… he’s taught us some tricks. I’ll have him talking in no time.
Erica: Yeah, we can do that.
Drake: What the fuck, guys!?
Lorna: Thanks for the offer, but I have no intention of resorting to such measures.
Drake: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
Lorna: You’re the last one left, Drake. You therefore pose no more of a threat. If you tell me where I can find Blaine, I’ll be merciful.
Drake: How do I know I can trust ya?
Lorna: I guess you’ll just have to take your chances.
Drake: Fine. Blaine, the last I heard, was holding up at an old railroad station. There’s quite a camp there. He was in charge.
Lorna: Which station?
Drake: A small town called Oar’s Rest. A few hours outside Summerlyn.
Lorna: You sure about this?
Drake: I’m sure.
Lorna: Were all of his people in league with Eli?
Drake: I don’t think so. It was just him. Blaine raided a huge gun store a day or so after the world went to shit. He gave Eli weapons in exchange for some medicine.
Lorna: So, his people had nothing to do with it? It’ll just have to be him, then.
Drake: You’ll never get him.
Lorna: I’ll find a way.
Drake: So, that’s it, yeah? You’ll let me go?
Lorna: How many people did you torture for Eli?
Drake: Just a few. It was the bad people… the ones who were no good. I swear.
Lorna: You expect me to believe that? After you knocked me out? After you, just mere moments ago, referred to me a whore and said you were going to slit my throat?
Drake: We had a deal.
Lorna: We do. And I’ll adhere to it. I’ll be merciful.
Drake: Thanks. You’ll never hear from me again. I promise.
Lorna: I should think not. What with you being dead and everything, but then again, that doesn’t seem to stop everyone.
Drake: What!? You said you’ll be merciful!
Lorna: I’ll make it quick.
Lorna: What took you so long!? You were supposed to open fire once I was in!
Paige: The dead found us as we were about to approach. We had to lead them away and then circle back.
Ian: Did they hurt you?
Lorna: I’ve been through worse.
Paige: Do you want me to take a look? I was a nurse.
Lorna: I’m fine.
Lorna: Good luck out here.
Ian: You’re just gonna go?
Lorna: I’m just gonna go.
Paige: Are they all dead?
Lorna: Take whatever you want. I’m done here.
Herb: You’re back.
Lorna: I told you I wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye
Herb: I thought I’d never see you again.
Lorna: Well, here I am.
Herb: You’re going now though?
Herb: I can’t get you to change your mind?
Lorna: Shirley’s right about me, you know? I’m not the woman I was.
Herb: I don’t believe that.
Lorna: It’s true, Herb.
Herb: She had no right to kick you out.
Lorna: She had every right. She sees me for what I am. I’m a changed person. I’m fucked… broken.
Herb: Hey now, c’mon…
Lorna: Milo was murdered, Herb.
Herb: Oh. Lorna, I’m so sorry.
Lorna: A madman kidnapped us. Took us away from Peter and Beatrice at a time when we were vulnerable. He held us for a while and then he killed Milo. Just to spite Peter and me. Just to hurt us.
Herb: Peter? He’s alive?
Lorna: He’s with Beatrice at some camp.
Herb: Why aren’t you with them?
Lorna: I can’t be a mother. I can’t be a wife. I won’t.
Herb: Isn’t that giving the madman what he wanted?
Lorna: I don’t know.
Herb: By leaving your family and isolating yourself, you’re only adding to the pain he’s caused you.
Lorna: After my kidnapping, I was never happy; the only thing that made me feel a twinge of happiness… was finding out the man had died. That Eli Loche was dead.
Lorna: And so, I’ve been tracking down people he worked with. Bad people.
Herb: What do you do when you find them?
Lorna: I end them, Herb.
Lorna: Please, don’t preach to me about this.
Herb: I’m not going to.
Herb: It’s not in my nature to tell you what or what not to do, Lorna. If you feel taking these people out is a good thing… then you should do it. I just hope you can live with yourself once all is said and done
Lorna: They’re not innocent, Herb. They’re bad people… the worst sort.
Herb: Be that as it may, you’re still killing fellow human beings.
Lorna: I thought you weren’t going to preach.
Herb: I’m not.
Herb: By all means, take some time and figure out what you want to do. Kill the bastards if that’s what you feel your calling is. I might disagree with it, but who I am to stop you after what you’ve been through? Just promise me, when you get head together, you will try and return to Beatrice.
Lorna: I… I don’t know, Herb.
Herb: You don’t have to resume your marriage, but that little girl… she’s going to need you. When you’ve done what you’ve set out to do, you need to try and get back to her.
Lorna: I don’t know if I can.
Herb: You’re a mother. The love you have for her is the strongest kind there is. I saw how you looked at her the day she was born. It was an instant sort of love. A love so strong it can make you…
Herb: … and break you.
Herb: It doesn’t have to be soon, but when you feel up to it… try. While you can.
Lorna: All right.
Herb: Wait here. I’ve got a little something for you.
Lorna: Don’t lecture me, OK? I’ve just come back to say goodbye.
Shirley: I’m not gonna start anything.
Shirley: I’d just like to apologise.
Lorna: Don’t. You were right. I’ve just explained that to Herb. I’m not the same person. I’m a monster.
Shirley: I was too harsh. You’ve obviously been through a lot. I shouldn’t have judged you the way I did. I hope you can forgive me.
Lorna: Of course.
Lorna: Herb, what the hell!?
Herb: I thought about giving you Delilah, but without a barn and constant food supply, she wouldn’t last long out there. So, this is the next best thing.
Herb: The love of my life.
Shirley: Excuse me!?
Herb: Other than you, Dear.
Lorna: You’re giving me your bike!?
Shirley: Herb’s never been able to say no to a pretty face.
Lorna: It’s a sweet gesture, Herb, but I can’t take her. I won’t.
Herb: I can’t use her anymore. I get motion sickness just getting out of bed. It’s sad watching her gathering dust in the old shed. I’d like someone to get some use out of her… and who better to take her than family?
Lorna: Thank you, Herb. I don’t know what to say.
Herb: You’re welcome, darlin’. Just take good care of her, you hear?
Lorna: I will
Herb: If you ever need us…
Lorna: I know.
Shirley: Take care.
Lorna: You, too.
Herb: I hope you find what you’re looking for.
Lorna: Me too.
Herb: Remember what I said.
Lorna: I will.
Missing your friends?
I’ll see them again.
You know, you could’ve stayed? Had a good life there.
No. Not when I’ve got work to do.
This is it…
Is that her?
Why are you asking me?
Fuck if I know. I guess I’m just getting used to you being in my head.
What’s she doing?
It’s hard to tell.
Is she standing at a grave?
I think so.
I’m sure it’s her. It must be.
Trust your instinct.
What do you intend to do to her?
She slowed Peter down… stopped him from getting to Milo in time.
She’s a dead woman.
She’s leaving, Lorna.
Looks like you missed your chance.
Lorna: All in good time, Eli.
Lorna: All in good time.