"Colleague: When you go to Mountjoy, you'll be a small man, that's for sure. Those are fucking real men in there. Brennan: Hardened men, boy, that are in there seven or eight years. Bent over, boy, and have had soap shoved up the cheeks of their arse. Take it like a man. Someone paying lad packets of smokes to protect him. Your future is looking bleak. Brennan: Wait until you see lads who are there for 10 or 12 years. They will take a shine to you. I don't know, your future is looking bleak."