And for the first time in a long time, that felt like enough. End.
He thought of his daughter, Brittany, who’d stopped taking his calls. Of the blood he’d never fully wash from under his nails. Of the way his father had looked at him the last time they spoke — not with anger, but with a quiet, devastating pity.
“You know what comes next,” she said. Not a question. Mr Inbetween S02E08 See You In Your Dreams 1080...
Ray Shoesmith sat on the edge of his bed at 3:47 a.m., the blue glow of a paused crime drama flickering on the television. The episode was called "See You In Your Dreams" — he’d chosen it at random, liking the irony. In his line of work, dreams were a liability. They gave you hope, and hope was a leaky boat.
Ray didn’t answer for a moment. He looked at the TV screen, where a detective was staring into a mirror, whispering a dead partner’s name. And for the first time in a long time, that felt like enough
Ray smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He’d been up all night, replaying the Carlo job. The way the man’s phone had kept buzzing on the nightstand. A child’s picture as the wallpaper. A little girl with pigtails and a missing front tooth.
“Yeah?” Her voice was groggy, soft.
“Her name’s Chloe. Works at the bottle shop on Parramatta Road. She’s… normal. Doesn’t ask questions.”
“Nothing. I had a dream about you.” Bruce’s voice was thin, phlegmy. “You were standing in a field. All alone. There were birds circling. You looked tired, Ray. Really tired.” Of the blood he’d never fully wash from under his nails
As he climbed the stairs, he thought of Bruce’s dream again. “I’ll see you in your dreams from now on.” Maybe that was the point. Not an ending, but a handoff. The violence would always be there, waiting in the wings. But for one morning — just one — he’d choose the coffee, the cat, the woman who didn’t ask questions.
“It’s just a dream, Bruce.”