— Have you not heard? We have no morals, we're Russians.
— And no fucking sense.
— And no options.
Look, I know having four kids without a woman is hard, but my boot's harder.
If you're dead already, you're free.
The work's all done, Tommy. It's all done. We can walk away from all of this. It's so easy and so soft. Such a small change.
— Now, how soon did you know that i was not dead?
— You wrote me a letter, Alfie.
— She just stepped into the canal... It was me trying to stop her, for three days. In the end, she did it anyway.
— Did she say why?
— Nothing that made sense.
— Tell me the things that didn't make sense.
— She said it were the Gypsies made the nails for Jesus's cross. That's why we're cursed and restless. You have to move around or the guilt catches up with you. <...> And then she was gone... You see, I was in love with her, Tom. No one knew but me. Broke my fucking heart to pull her from the cut. You know, your grandfather, he went the same way. Suicide. Sometimes, these things run in the family. Fuck family, Tom. You just have to get on with it. You're a Gypsy. You have to move around, or it all catches up with you.