- Will: Look at me. Look at what I've become. I sometimes don't talk to another living soul for fucking days, weeks. I'm always on the move. I trust no one, nothing. And it's got fuck-all to do with escape or withdrawal or fear. It's grief. For a life wasted. And now there's Davey. Another fucking wasted life. And I'm gonna find out why.
- Will: I'm gonna kill you. I am going to kill you. Not now. Not tonight. That would be too easy. Maybe next week. Next month. You'll never know. Think about it. One day, one night, I'll be there.
- [first and last lines]
- Will: Most thoughts are memories. And memories deceive. The walk. The way he smoked a cigarette. Laughed. The dead are dead. He's gone. What's left to ever say he was here at all? Not much.
- Will: What was he into? He was always into something.
- Arnie Ryan: Well, he didn't owe no one. I mean, no one was putting the hand on him, if that's what you mean. Everyone loved him, Will.
- Will: Tell me.
- Arnie Ryan: There's nothing to tell.
- Will: Don't lie to me.
- Arnie Ryan: He's dead. What does it matter?
- Will: It matters. Of course it fucking matters. I wanna know why he died the way he died. I wanna know why he sat in a bath of cold water for twelve hours in his clothes, and then cut his throat. I want the fucking truth now.
- [Davey is sitting on the bed as Stella comes in. He locks the door behind her and shoves a chair under the handle to jam it shut. Davey leads Stella to the bathroom and looks in the mirror briefly, rumpling his hair again. He pulls out a small package of cocaine powder]
- Stella, Drugs Seeker: How much?
- Davey: One and a bit.
- Stella, Drugs Seeker: A bit?
- Davey: Eleven.
- Davey: [Stella sticks out her little finger and Davey opens the package and pours some powder onto it. Stella sniffs the powder and inhales it. Outside, someone bangs on the door to the bedroom, Davey sticks his head out to check if the door is securely jammed shut] Nice?
- Stella, Drugs Seeker: Nine and a half.
- Davey: [laughs] Please.
- Stella, Drugs Seeker: Okay
- [rummages through her purse]
- Stella, Drugs Seeker: You got any brown?
- [She gives him the money]
- Stella, Drugs Seeker: Theres another five hundred. Are you interested?
- [Davey counts the money]
- Stella, Drugs Seeker: I was told you liked money
- Davey: It's a cunt's drug
- [Kisses her and walks out of the room]
- Mickser: He went for the soft money, started dealing, started getting himself whacked up with them wanks, them... I'm telling you, if Davey was raped, it was one of them who did it. They're fucking brainsick, that lot! I'll fucking do the lot of 'em!
- Will: How much was he turning? There was nearly eleven grand in that flat. You don't get that sort of money dealing the odd gram.
- Arnie Ryan: He was webbed up with all the beautiful people. They have more money than sense. He stiffed them a little. They didn't have a clue what they were buying. They get off on a line of powdered fucking rat shit.
- Arnie Ryan: You think you've changed, do you? You haven't changed. Not really. People like us don't change. Not deep down.
- Will: Arnie, you're wrong. You're wrong about most things most of the time, mate.
- Arnie Ryan: You know, all your life, you've raced this city. It's in your blood. You think living like a fucking animal in the back of a van is gonna change that? Do you? Cause nothing changes. Not really. You look at Frank Turner. He's still bad to the fucking bone. And he's gonna come for you, mate. He has to. It's on you, Will. But you knew that. You knew that the moment you stepped back in this city. You knew that there were gonna be bodies, someone's going to die. But then I think that's what you want.
- Malone, Chauffeur: [Driving Davey to a party] You heard from Will?
- Davey: Not recent. Months now
- [he scoffs]
- Davey: Used to ring regular.
- Malone, Chauffeur: I though he'd be back.
- Davey: He won't be back.
- Malone, Chauffeur: That's a wicked waste.
- Davey: Changed
- Malone, Chauffeur: Well he would, wouldn't he? Too long alone does that to you. I told him. I said, "you go out there with the pig fuckers..."
- Davey: [as they reach Davey's destination] Here will do.
- Malone, Chauffeur: Business or pleasure?
- Davey: Bit of both.
- Malone, Chauffeur: If Will knew you were tyrning that stuff, he'd tread on you.
- Davey: [Smiles and gets out of the car] Be good.
- Malone, Chauffeur: Give him my regards, if he rings
- [He drives away]
- Malone, Chauffeur: [Davey buzzes the phone to the apartment]
- Sheridan: Yes?
- Davey: I hear you're giving money away.
- Sheridan: Davey, you're late!
- [Davey grins]
- Davey: [Davey goes into the elevator and looks at himself in the mirror, he rumples his hair and grins] Devastating.
- [He enters the apartment where the party is taking place]
- Sheridan: [spotting Davey from across the room] Did you get my message?
- Davey: I'm here.
- Sheridan: I was at school with her. Money.
- Davey: She'll do.
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