Hawk: Where are you going?
Rafael: I'll wait outside. Walk you to the ferry.
Tim: It meant nothing to you. Everything we said last night. Everything we have been through. What is wrong with me?
Hawk: Skippy. No.
Tim: What is wrong with me?
Hawk: This is not about you.
Tim: Why can I not stop believing anything you say? If this is what you want, fine. If you want to die, go on, fսcking die. Your wife and your daughter have already buried a son and a brother, and they're gonna have to bury you. But you don't care because you're so fսcking selfish! I've wasted all this time. My life on you.
Hawk: Don't go. No. Don't go. No, please.
Tim: Hawk, I'm done with you. I'm free.