Are you enjoying this?
No. On the contrary.
Take it as a compliment.
You're a bright young man.
This monkey business is in your blood,
under your skin.
You're not getting out, you're just
getting in. I've every faith in you.
One day, it will be you sitting here telling
some young Turk the facts of life.
And they are, Mr Temple?
You're born, you take shit.
Get out in the world, you take more shit.
Climb a little higher, you take less shit.
Until one day, you're up
in the rarefied atmosphere,
and you've forgotten what shit
even looks like.
Welcome to the layer cake, son.
This thing ends here, tonight.
Drug money's easy money, not grief.
The odds, as you can see,
are against you.