True Blood2008

Bill Compton:
[flashback] Is there anyone inside? I require help. I'm a soldier of the 28th Louisiana infrantry. I require food and water. Is there anyone who can help me? [cuts the door open and enters]

Lorena:
[holding a gun to his head] Do not move. I will shoot you!

[scene flash forwards to a warm dinning area]

Lorena:
I wasn't even aware we surrendered.

Bill Compton:
Word came two weeks ago. We disbanded immediately. Most of the men marched back to Monroe. But I chose to take a short cut home by-by way of these trails. I over estimated my knowledge of the land.

Lorena:
You're not far off. The lake is 10 miles southwest of here and Bon Temps is 10 miles south of that. My husband was in the 13th infantry, under Colonel Gibbson. He fought at Shiloh. He used to write to me every few weeks. But I haven't heard from him in nearly seven months.

Bill Compton:
Many of the postal routes have been disrupted. I'm sure your letter simply got lost.

Lorena:
That's kind of you. But I've considered myself a widow for sometime now. You still have quite a lot of blood on you. You're a lucky man, Lieutenant. I doubt you would've survived another day without food.

Bill Compton:
I'm in debt to you for taking pity on me.

Lorena:
I think, for your sake, you best spend the night here, with me. [tries to kiss him]

Bill Compton:
[rising suddenly] I'm sorry. I apologize if I misled you. But I have a wife and two small children waitin' for me. And if Bon Temps is as close as you say it is, then I'll see them soon and I do not wish to sully our reunion.

Lorena:
You are an honorable man. The others have not always been so.

Bill Compton:
[surprised] There's been others?

Lorena:
From time to time. Deserters mostly. I offered them a crust of bread and a place to rest, and they would help appease my loneliness. It may not be moral, Lieutenant. But these are times of war.

Bill Compton:
I do not judge you. Your choices are your own, as are mine. I wish to continue on my way home. You have my gratitude for your hospitality. I will not soon forget it.

[he turns to leave as she appears at the door, biting him]