Jack: Dad killin’ himself fucked me up more than I care to admit. More than I thought. I loved him so much. I hated him so much. And I glossed over all that ‘cause I couldn’t change it. The love, the hate, the way he was, the way he wasn’t, the way he went out. You and me are trying to survive after finding out Spade men aren’t supposed to survive. We’re supposed to come home and blow our heads out on the back porch and let our sons clean us up.
Ace: Oh, God. That’s terrible, Jack. That’s-
Jack: I am truly sorry for the way that I treated you. Please come home and give me the chance to be a great brother to you.