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Do you know I used to look in the papers every day for your obituary.

Well, I'm sorry I keep disappointing you.

The company is yours. No one left to stand up to you. But I think you'll come to sorely regret that.

And why is that?

Because there's no one left to cover for you, either. Eventually, probably soon, the world will recognize you for the pitiful disappointment you are. You are not worthy of my respect. You are not a God. You are simply bad product.

Do you regret it? Becoming a witcher?

It's hard to regret something you didn't choose.

Not often do we see your likeness here in Blaviken.

Not many of my likeness left.

I'd offer you my condolences, but I seem to remember that witchers don't feel anything.

Kind of a step down from the golden palaces and the magic hammers and whatnot.

Hey, have a little compassion, pal. First, they lost Asgard, then half their people. They're probably just happy to have a home.

You shouldn't be here.

Neither should you.

I've got a job to do.

Is that what you're calling this? Killing all these people isn't going to bring your family back.

[long pause]

We found something. A chance - maybe...

Don't.

Don't what?

Don't give me hope.

I'm sorry I couldn't give it to you sooner.

I left explicit orders for you to stay away.

Orders? You ordered me?

Yes. I knew you'd do something like this.

Don't make me regret it.

We didn't talk. We never talked.

Do I detect a rebuke?

A regret.

Don't look at me like that. We both wanted the Grail. I would have done anything to get it. You would have done the same.

I'm sorry you think so.

Trust me, buddy, you wanna take this call.

This better be good.

Now, ya gotta speak up, she's kinda old.

Great.

[picks up phone]

This is Brock Lovett. How can I help you, Mrs...?

[turns to Bobby]

Calvert. Rose Calvert.

...Mrs. Calvert?

I was just wondering if you had found the 'Heart of the Ocean' yet, Mr. Lovett.

[turns to Bobby, completely shocked]

Told ya ya wanted to take the call.

All right, you have my attention, Rose. Can you tell us who the woman in the picture is?

Oh yes, the woman in the picture is me!

What about the train?

It'll be a spectacular wreck. Too bad no one will be around to see it.

[grabbing the bottle from Lorraine] Lorraine! Lorraine, what are you doing?

I swiped it from the old lady's liquor cabinet.

Yeah, well, you shouldn't drink.

Why not?

Because you... You might regret it later in life.

Marty, don't be such a square. Everybody who's anybody drinks.

[Marty notices Lorraine lighting a cigarette]

[nauseatingly] Jeez! You smoke, too?

Marty, you're beginning to sound just like my mother.

There are many things I don't understand.

Like what?

The tortoise.

What tortoise?

It was on its back by the side of the road in Mexico. Your mother turned it over.

She was helping it.

I know. But why?

Because that's what we do when we, uh... when we see something that's, uh, in pain or in trouble or whatever, we're trying to help it.

Empathy?

Something like that.

But not everyone would turn a tortoise over?

No. Some would just leave it there.

Some would probably drive over it and crush it.

Yeah, I guess they would. Is that what you'd do?

It didn't seem like much of a threat. We're not built to be cruel.

Did you come back to say you forgive me? To save my soul?

No. I failed you, Ben. I'm sorry.

I'm sure you are! The Resistance is dead, the war is over, and when I kill you, I will have killed the last Jedi!

Amazing. Every word of what you just said was wrong. The Rebellion is reborn today. The war is just beginning. And I will not be the last Jedi.

You working?

Yeah... You?

Yeah… Good night?

Afraid so.

I'm sorry to hear that.