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.
Clive Owen as Will
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