I'll Sleep When I'm Dead (2003)

Clive Owen: Will

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• 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.

• Will : I wanna kill you so badly I can taste it.

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  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 : You're wrong, Arnie. You're wrong about most things, most of the time

• 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.

• 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.