:36:02
Not always.
:36:03
I don't deserve to spend
the rest of my life in here, do I?
:36:07
All they've done
is block out the light.
:36:09
They can't block out
the light in here.
:36:11
Listen.
:36:13
Every night...
:36:15
I take your mother's
hand in mine.
:36:17
We go out the front door,
into Cyprus Street...
:36:21
down to Falls Road,
up the Antrim Road...
:36:26
to Cave Hill.
:36:28
We look back down...
:36:32
on poor, troubled Belfast.
:36:37
I've been doing that every night...
:36:39
for five years now.
:36:43
As if I never left your mother.
:36:55
What I remember most
about my childhood is...
:36:57
holding your hand.
:36:59
My wee hand in your big hand.
:37:02
And the smell of tobacco.
I remember that...
:37:04
I could smell the tobacco
of the palm of your hand.
:37:11
When I want to feel happy, I try
to remember the smell of tobacco.
:37:18
Hold my hand.
:37:20
Get the fuck--
:37:23
Don't go sentimental on me now.
:37:26
Don't be upset, Da. Look,
I'll hold your hand if you like.
:37:32
I'm going to die.
:37:35
Don't be saying that.
:37:38
I'm scared.
:37:41
You've no reason to be scared.
:37:43
Don't you be comforting me when I can
see the truth staring me in the face.
:37:48
I'm scared I'm gonna die here
among strangers.
:37:51
You're not fucking dying.
:37:53
Can I not say a thing
without you fucking contradicting me?
:37:58
I'm scared to leave
your mother behind.