I want you have some respect.
Respect for who?
For yourself.
I want you have some respect.
Respect for who?
For yourself.
I'll be older than you when I get out of this place. If I get out. Are you listening to me?
I'm not talking to you.
Now who's being childish?
I've not heard a sensible word out of you in two weeks. [about drugs] That stuff will kill you.
Sure I'm dead anyway. Look I'm sorry. I'll not take it again as long as you live. Are you happy now?
No.
Why not?
I don't want you to take it whether I live or die.
Oh, give me strength. OK, I'll do nothing to annoy you in your grave. Now are you happy?
Is that a promise?
Ay, maybe.
I'm going to die.
Don't be saying that.
I'm scared.
There's no reason to be scared. You have nothing to be scared about.
Don't you be comforting me when I can see the truth staring me in the face. I'm scared I'm gonna die here.
You're not dying alright?
Can I not say a thing without you contradicting me? I'm scared to leave your mother behind.
Look, you are not going to die alright? If you do, sure I can look after Ma alright.
You think I'd leave Sara in your care?
What do you mean?
You haven't the maturity to take care of yourself, let alone your mother.
Was I always bad, was I?
Not always.
I don't deserve to spend the rest of my life in here do I?
All they done was block out the light. [points to his head] They can't block out the light in here.
What I remember most about my childhood is holding your hand. My wee hand in your big hand, and the smell of tobacco. I remember, I could smell the tobacco in the palm of your hand. When I want to feel happy, I try to remember the smell of tobacco.
Oh, my heart.