GRAY-HAIRED MAN: Morning.
BLOND MAN: Mornin’.
GRAY-HAIRED MAN: Mind if I join you?
BLOND MAN: [Shaking his head] Please. Want some fish?
GRAY-HAIRED MAN: Thank you. I just ate.
[The gray-haired man sits down not far away.]
BLOND MAN: I take it you’re here ‘cause of the ship.
GRAY-HAIRED MAN: I am. How did they find the Island?
BLOND MAN: You’ll have to ask ‘em when they get here.
GRAY-HAIRED MAN: I don’t have to ask. You brought them here. Still trying to prove me wrong, aren’t you?
BLOND MAN: You are wrong.
GRAY-HAIRED MAN: Am I? They come. They fight. They destroy. They corrupt. It always ends the same.
BLOND MAN: It only ends once. Anything that happens before that is just progress.
[The gray-haired man stares at his compatriot.]
GRAY-HAIRED MAN: Do you have any idea how badly I wanna kill you?
BLOND MAN: Yes.
GRAY-HAIRED MAN: One of these days, sooner or later… I’m going to find a loophole, my friend.
BLOND MAN: Well, when you do, I’ll be right here.
GRAY-HAIRED MAN: Always nice talking to you, Jacob.
JACOB: Nice talking to you, too.
