True Detective, Season 3

Roland West:
Is this what you came to see me about? Twenty-five years, what, you doin' old man fantasy camp? You think you'll just roll up in here and I'll be all, "Golly gee, partner, let's grab our junior clue finders and have an adventure"? You know, in '80, we stop bein' partners, you get married... it's natural. People drift apart. This, right now? This ain't that. All this time, you never picked up the phone? You never dropped by for a beer? You never said you're fuckin' sorry, once!

Wayne Hays:
I...

Roland West:
And I was gonna put that shit aside to have a drink with you, reminisce. Maybe just watch the dogs play and the sun go fuckin' down. But look what you're doin'...

Wayne Hays:
[looking at an empty bottle on the porch] How many of those you go through a week?

Roland West:
Hey, fuck you, man! I'm fine... alone out here, no woman, no kids, and no old friends. So that means I get to drink exactly as much as I want to! You don't judge me, motherfucker! I know you. I know what you did, what I did. You talk about my drinkin'? I'd whip your ass if it wouldn't kill you! And you still ain't apologized!

Wayne Hays:
[tearing up] Roland, I don't remember. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but I just can't remember. I don't... I can't... I can't remember my life, man. I can't remember my wife... I don't know. You tell me I did something wrong, I'm... I'm sorry.