As Good As

Is anyone there?
Who is it?
Just a man…
Makes two of us, then. What's your crime?
I stole bread. My little sister hadn't eaten in three days…
These are hard times…
What's yours?
I murdered.
…
It's always the same. You don't know anything.
No, I suppose I don't.
(sighs)
How many?
How many what?
How many did you kill?
Does it matter?
Not anymore, I guess.
How many years did you get? For stealing.
Fifteen. Maybe they'll let me go sooner?
(laughs) It's always the same.
What do you mean?
We're all dead.
I'm not dead!
As good as.