Pedro Pascal credited as playing...
Joel Miller
- Ellie Williams: [Ellie, covered in blood splatter, walks in a trance, and Joel grabs her arm from behind] No! Get off of me! Get off!
- Joel Miller: It's me.
- Ellie Williams: Get...
- [Ellie hyperventilates as she realizes who it is, still in shock from the events prior and now seeing Joel still alive]
- Joel Miller: It's me.
- [Ellie stills, eyes wide, motionless. Joel speaks softly:]
- Joel Miller: Hey... look. It's me... It's me. It's okay.
- Ellie Williams: He...
- [Ellie, referring to everything David had just done and what she'd just done to David, can only mumble the rest as Joel pulls her into an embrace]
- Joel Miller: It's okay. It's okay, baby girl. I got you... I got you.
- Marco: Leave him alone.
- Joel Miller: You're next.
- [Joel smirks and shows Marco his knife]
- Timothy: Please. I don't know any girl.
- [Joel stabs Timothy in the kneecap]
- Timothy: Oh, fuck!
- Marco: Jesus!
- Timothy: Marco.
- Joel Miller: No-no, no-no-no.
- [Joel grabs Timothy by the hair]
- Joel Miller: He can't help you. You focus right here. Or I'll pop your fuckin' kneecap off.
- Timothy: She's alive.
- Joel Miller: Where?
- Timothy: [Joel grips knife and slowly begins to twist] Ah, fuck! Fuck! Ah, the town!
- Joel Miller: WHAT TOWN?
- Timothy: Silver Lake.
- [Joel pulls out map]
- Timothy: It's not a real town name. It's a resort.
- Joel Miller: A resort?
- [Joel yanks the knife out swiftly and stuffs the handle into Timothy's mouth]
- Joel Miller: You're gonna point to where we are... and where your resort is. And it better be the exact same spot your buddy points to.
- Timothy: Okay. Okay.
- [Timothy leans forward and presses the blade to the map. He releases the knife from his mouth]
- Timothy: That's where we are. I swear. Go ask him. He'll tell you. I'm not lying.
- [Joel stares and stabs Timothy to death]
- Marco: No... no! Shit! Jesus! No!
- [Joel slowly stands and makes his way to Marco]
- Marco: Why the fuck did you do that? He told you what you wanted!
- [Joel grabs a lead pipe]
- Marco: You motherfucker. Fuck you. I ain't tellin' you shit.
- Joel Miller: It's okay.
- Marco: No, no...
- Joel Miller: I believe him.
- [Joel violently swings down at Marco before a cut to black]