[God knows Jane's done things while high or while 'fiending' for her next hit that she'll never forgive herself for. While the things they'd done differed greatly, Jane doesn't pretend to know that. Everyone has regrets.]
You have to flush the drugs. [She nods towards her purse on the couch] Someone has to. Or I'll end up...
[Jane knows herself. Once the withdrawals hit, she'll be scrambling for her purse--for the drugs--but even now, the addict in her regrets telling Jesse that she's holding at all.]
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You have to flush the drugs. [She nods towards her purse on the couch] Someone has to. Or I'll end up...
[Jane knows herself. Once the withdrawals hit, she'll be scrambling for her purse--for the drugs--but even now, the addict in her regrets telling Jesse that she's holding at all.]
Yeah, a doctor works. Um...where's home anyway?
[Hopefully not in this bombed building...]