Caine.
John. Saying goodbyes?
I'm saying hello.
You think your wife can hear you?
No.
Well, why bother?
Maybe I'm wrong.
The dead are gone. Only the living matter. After my daughter was born, I wanted to leave this life. I thought I did.
But you didn't.
We're damned, you and I.
On that we agree.
My daughter's not. If it's between you and her, you're going to die.
Maybe not.
I missed you, John. It's so good to sit with a friend.
I'll see you tomorrow.
