Martin
[speaking to Debbie for the first time in five years]
Debbie... Debbie, Debbie, don't you remember? I'm Martin, I'm Martin, your brother, remember? Debbie, remember back.
Martin
[pause]
Do you remember how I used to let you ride my horse? And tell you stories?
Martin
[desperate]
Oh don't you remember me, Debbie?
Debbie Edwards
[sad]
I remember, from always. At first I prayed to you to come and get me, take me home. You didn't come.
Martin
But I've come now, Debbie.
Debbie
These are my people... Go. Go, Martin, please!
