Thief: Alright, mate? Limmy: Alright? Thief: You lost? Limmy: No mate, cheers. Thief: It's just, you dont look like you're from around here, you know? Limmy: I'm not, I'm just passing through. Thief: What's that in your bag? Is that a laptop, aye? Limmy: Aye Thief: Ah, I wish I had a laptop man Limmy: You're not missing much, you can do half the stuff on the phone nowadays, can't you? Thief: Right, you wouldn't miss it then, eh? Limmy: I wouldn't say that, I've got quite a lot of st..... Thief: Give me the fucking laptop Limmy: Don't mate Thief: I'm not your mate. Give me the laptop Limmy: I'll tell you what. How about I give you something more valuable than the laptop Thief: Like what? Limmy: My time Thief: I don't want your time. I want your laptop. And your phone as well. Limmy: I know you're hurting. Thief: What?? Limmy: I know you're hurting. Thief: Don't try to work me out. Limmy: 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 with 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. Might just help you out. Thief: Alright. What have I got to lose? About 5 years ago, I had this big fall-out with my stepdad. We were getting this couch he got from his brother. We were carrying it along and we get that bit tired, you know, and like, we stopped for a wee break. So, we're sitting down and we're chatting away. Getting on really well, you know. Then after about three or four minutes.....