Alright, mate?
-Alright. -You lost? -Lost, no, mate.
-Cheers. -It's just you don't look like you're from round here, you know?
I'm not, I'm just passing through.
What's that in your bag, is it a laptop, aye?
Aye.
-I wish I had a laptop man
-Aye, you're not missing much, you can do half the stuff on the phone nowadays, can't you?
Right, right, you wouldn't miss it then, eh?
I wouldn't say that I've got quite a lot of stu-
Give us your fucking laptop!
-Don't mate -I'm not your mate, give me your laptop!
I'll tell you what, how about I give you something more valuable than the laptop?
Like what?
-My time. -I don't want your time, I want your laptop!
I'll have your phone as well!
I know you're hurting
What?
I know you're hurting.
Don't try to work me out!
Am I wrong? You've got to be hurting to do what you're doing.
Robbing people, robbing them of stuff that's important to them, knowing how much that'll hurt them but not caring.
I think the only way you can live for that is because people have hurt you
But they didn't care, so why should you?
Well I care, mate
Alright take the laptop, take the phone as well, I can always replace them.
But talk to me, tell me how you got into this mess.
You never know, it must just help you out.
Alright.
What have I got to lose?
It was about 5 years ago.
I had this big fall out with my step-dad.
We were carrying this couch he got from his brother
We were carrying it along, and he got a bit knacked
he said, "I'll stop for a wee break."
So we're sitting down, chatting away, carrying on.
Then after about three or four minutes-