— What was your father's profession?
— Well, he, erm... He told fortunes and stole horses. Often he would tell a man that his horse would be stolen and they would marvel at his powers when it was.
Now, remember last night when you asked after Mama? She's gone, Charlie, and there's a few things we need to get this straight. There's her photographs, there's here clothes. We will keep things the way they are in the room. Just... keep things the way they are... I'm not much good, Charlie. And they'll found that out soon enough. But she's not going to be coming back, so it's just you and me. But she'll be with us in our hearts. Cos we love her.
— Would you take it?
— I'd take it.
— Would you wear it?
— Why would I not?
— That's my question. My wife was wearing it the night she was shot. And... I lie awake at night. At four in the fucking morning and I blame myself to her dead. I pushed some people too far.
— You want me to tell you this jewel is cursed. And then her death won't all be your fault.
— If I believed in priests, I would confess and ask for forgiveness. But all I have is you, Madame Boswell. I have a son. I have a business. I need to get some sleep.
— It is cursed. I feel its curse burning through my hand.