[upbeat music with ominous undertones]
🎶 You know I love you baby, more every day 🎶 🎶 You are my sweetheart baby, in every way 🎶 🎶 You are the one that I will always adore 🎶 🎶 Say you’ll be mine forever more 🎶 SAM: Iris! Come on, let it go. IRIS: She doesn’t even like this kind of music, Sam. It’s not right. EMILY: Iris. [record player cuts out]
IRIS: It’s not right! Okay? I’ll find something. EMILY: Hey. I don’t care about the music. You couldn’t have known one was here. None of us could. [Emily laughs.] [Iris laughs.] IRIS: I can’t believe you found that. SAM: What is it? IRIS: This crap Emily used to listen to in high school. EMILY: It is a gem of an album. IRIS: I cannot relate to you at all. EMILY: Well, you said we get to listen to what I want tonight, so… IRIS: Yeah. We do. [angsty record player music starts] SAM: Hey. We’ll deal with tomorrow tomorrow. ‘kay? IRIS: Alright, Em. You and your questionable taste in music win. What else do you want to do tonight? EMILY: What time is it? SAM: Midnight. EMILY: You two should get some sleep. If you leave first thing, push hard tomorrow, you should make it to the river. IRIS: I’m not sleeping. EMILY: It’s west of here. I’m gonna get some air. Sleep. [door opens, shuts]
SAM: Wait. IRIS: You think more of ‘em will show tonight? SAM: It’s not for them. IRIS: We’ve both already got red hands, Sam. I’m not pulling the trigger, too. SAM: Come sun up, someone’s gonna have to. IRIS: Yeah? Well it’s still pretty fucking dark from where I’m standing. [ominous music] EMILY: He’s right. You should just do it. IRIS: No. EMILY: A few hours isn’t going to change what’s coming. IRIS: I didn’t stop that thing from killing you just to do it myself. I didn’t stop it from killing you. EMILY: They say feeling is the first thing to go. You’ve heard that, right? Everything just…goes numb. IRIS: Yeah. I have. EMILY: The way the world is now, there are times when I would’ve thought, ‘Hey, maybe that’s not so terrible. Not feeling anything.’ But… It’s worth it, isn’t it? I don’t wanna not feel anything about you. I know it’s selfish, but everything I feel is about you, and I just wanted you to know that before I don’t anymore. It’s okay. I know. Maybe in another universe, right? Or if the world was ending. IRIS: Isn’t it? EMILY: You don’t owe me anything. Maybe it’s okay that this happened. That it was me. This is gonna be over one day. It is. And Sam is good for— IRIS: No. Em, your… EMILY: Fuck! I can’t get you sick! I can’t!
IRIS: You won’t. You won’t. EMILY: What time is it? […noises…] SAM: What other choice do we have? Iris! IRIS: Fine. You’re right. Let’s just… …get it over with. Can you do it? SAM: Yeah. I got it. IRIS: Fuck. EMILY: What time is it? The world didn’t end. IRIS: No. It didn’t. SAM: I’m glad you’re still alive, Em, don’t get me wrong. But you still got that. EMILY: Yeah, I don’t know, Sam. I don’t know what to tell you. SAM: Yeah, I bet you don’t. IRIS: We should get going. SAM: Wait. Let her go first. Where we can see her. Could be delayed. EMILY: I feel human enough. IRIS: Sam. SAM: It only takes a minute for everything to change, Iris. Shouldn’t risk it, should we? EMILY: It’s fine. I get it. SAM: You’re a better shot. If anything happens… Everything okay? EMILY: Yeah. Just… Not sure where we’re going. SAM: Let’s go. IRIS: I’m sorry, Em. Things’ll be back to normal soon. EMILY: I know.