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Lucas: Ethan. E-than. Ethan, Ethan—hold on, hold on, hold on. I got something for you. Looky, looky what I got. You now what this is for? You know what Zoe wants to do with this? She thinks this thing is special. No, Ethan, that ain’t special. This—this right here is special. You see, Ethan, not everybody wants to turn back the clock. What? What, Eveline? I’m just trying to show him. I’m just trying to show him that not everybody wants to go back to how things were. Zoe’s a stupid bitch! She doesn’t understand that I don’t wanna go back to how things were before my father found y’all. Not everybody wants to turn back the clock. So—so, Ethan. Ethan? You can, uh—you can, um, crawl around underneath that filthy, rotten house all you want looking for them ingredients, but you ain’t gonna find a goddamn thing, Ethan. You wanna make that serum? Ooh, baby. You’re gonna have to come through me. You hear? Well, come on, Ethan. What do you say?
Ethan: Fuck.
Lucas: Ooo, you’ve got a good eye. What do you got against crates, Ethan? Careful, now— they bite back. Guess I’m gonna have to step up my game. I know—fucking passwords, right? Why don’t you try 0814. No-no-no-no-no! 0621. No-no-no-no-no! It’s 0514. Well, come on. Take a chance. You never know. Tick tock, tick tock.
Lucas: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to the barn fight! Keep it clean, gentlemen—we have rules.
Ethan: Fuck you too.
Lucas: It’s how you deal with hardships in life that makes you a man, Ethan! Oh, damn, that’s gotta smart. Got to say, I’m impressed. Not only are you still alive, you have all your fingers and toes. Fat man down, fat man down. Meh—he was never my favorite anyways.
Lucas: Yo, buddy, this is a test of skill. So no cheating. That shit you’re carrying—get rid of it. Have a nice day. Alright, what do you say we play a little game? All you gotta do is light the candle and put it on the cake.
Ethan: Kiss my ass.
Lucas: Ethan, language. There are children in the building—somewhere—I think. I’m not sure anymore.
Lucas: Motherfucker! You’re supposed to die! That was supposed to be for you, god damn it!
Ethan: Finally— Mia? Mia. Mia!
Zoe: She’s alive.
Ethan: Who are you? Where are you?
Zoe: We’re just beyond the pier outside that room—hurry!
Lucas: Well now, Ethan!
Ethan: The fuck do you want?
Lucas: You… dead! Guess that’s not in the cards. Not yet.
Ethan: Lucky me. Look, unless you have any more surprises up your sleeve, I suggest you—
Lucas: Now that would be tellin’, Ethan. And I don’t do spoilers.
Ethan: Dick.