You know, when we were little - you couldn't have been more than five - you just started asking questions. How come we didn’t have a mom, why'd we always have to move around, where did Dad go when he'd take off for days at a time. I remember, I begged you to quit asking, Sammy, man, you don't wanna know. I just wanted you to be a kid, just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you. Keep you safe. Dad didn't even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job. One job. And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that I'm sorry. I guess that's what I do, I let down the people I love. I let Dad down, and now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that? What am I supposed to do? Sammy, what am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do?