 He knows it's either stay here or go back to prison. I might have known he'd do something like this. Oh, no, this is entirely my own idea. You misjudge Henry if you think he wishes you any harm. Course he's never done me any harm, has he? It wasn't him that tricked me into coming up here to London, promising to send me money, coming to see me. It wasn't him that drove me into taking that job in Redmix Dancehall, was it? And he regretted it.