'I had been living abroad for twelve years and I was goin' home, maybe forever, maybe a month . . .'
Tonight is Jeremiah's last night in America. Tomorrow he returns to bonny Scotland after twelve years away. Twelve years of living and loving, working and struggling, gambling and drinking. More of some than of others.
Just one quick drink to help him sleep, a last few hours to think about what's ahead of him - and what's in the past. And gradually it becomes less a question of whether he'll make that flight tomorrow, more a question of whether he'll make it through the night at all. Because if there's one thing Jeremiah has learned for sure from his uncertain existence, it's that you have to be very careful in the land of the free.
