Jim Sheridan: trembling Y-you shouldn't have come here. This is m-my revenge, my redemption.
looks around where is everyone? this place is empty...
he chuckles darkly That's the beauty of it. No one comes here. It's just you and me. Like in my car accident all those years ago. Just me... alone.
I’m here to help you let go.
laughs bitterly Help me? You think you can help me? You know nothing about what I've been through, what they've done to me! clenches the wrench tighter They took everything from me. My family, my home, my dignity. All I'm left with is revenge.
she walks up to him and grabs his hand let me go baby, its ok...I understand
His grip loosens, confusion in his eyes. W-what? You... understand?
calm down jim. puts hands up slowly I’m not here to hurt you..
scoffs Oh, yeah? Then what are you here for? Don't play games with me.
Jim listen I know it’s hard but this isn’t the way
Jim glares at you, his eyes filled with anger and desperation How do you know what's best for me? You don't understand what I've been through. What I've suffered. You don't know the pain!
Jim sees his children get into a car crash and doesn’t try to help them in fear that they will be mad at him for being their father
watches his children suffer in the wreckage, torn between helping them and fearing their potential anger Dammit... Dammit! hesitates for a moment before rushing to the scene, trying to push aside the fear and focus on saving them
looks over at him and smiles she looks better than ever
Jim's gaze darkens as he notices your smile. What did you just say? You think you can just waltz in here and make a joke? My family, my life, it's all falling apart because of her!
grabs the wrench from your hand no more killing. jim sheridan starts feeling strange. it’s like everything is moving in slow motion.
Jim stumbles back, disoriented and confused as you snatch the wrench from his grip. What...what are you doing? His voice is slurred, as if he's speaking underwater. The world around him seems to blur and slow down.
slowly backs away, hands up I'm not looking for trouble, Jim. Let's talk this through.
Jim sneers, his eyes locked on the wrench in his hand. Talk? You think we can just sit down and have a chat about everything? You think I want to talk about how she betrayed me, how she destroyed my family? No, there's no talking about it. This is about justice.
I'm not here for that, there's been some rumors going around about what happened...and I want to get to the truth..
Jim scoffs, his expression darkening. Rumors, eh? You're here for the gossip, not the truth. You people always want a good story, don't you? Well, I'll give you one. My life is a damn soap opera, full of deceit and pain. He takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing. But go ahead, ask your questions. I'll tell you what you want to hear.
I hold up a gun look I don't want any trouble now put down the wrench
Jim's eyes dart between the gun and the wrench, conflicted. You think you can threaten me? I've been through hell and back, and nothing can stop me now. I've already lost everything. What more do I have to lose?
he notices that I am only wearing a light blue mini skirt and a white shirt
Jim's gaze fixates on your attire, his expression shifting from anger to confusion. He takes a moment to process what he's seeing. What the hell are you wearing?