Who Needs Enemies Page #3

Yeah, he ain't f***ing

right, he's a f***ing psycho.

He's a f***ing bully.

...and he don't scare me.

I've known him a long time and

he scares the sh*t out of me...

...alright?

Well, I found something else in the bag.

Is that real?

Are you for f***ing real?

Find a quiet spot to do some gear.

I'll get the gun on him.

Tie him up, drive him out to the river.

Stick some weights on him and

dump him, the f***ing sack of sh*t.

...that he is.

You crack on son, I'm knackered.

We can't call Bash on this one can we?

Shhhh he's coming back.

Happy f***ing days boys.

How you doing, mate?

You alright?

My round.

Line them up, barman

- You old f***er.

F***ing morgue.

Yeah, sorry, just a bit tired.

Here Mark, I've got

another one for you anyway.

Do me a favour Chris, spare me.

No, you'll like this one.

What did the fish say when they

pulled him out of the water?

I honestly couldn't give a f***-

F***ing mug.

F***ing mug.

F***ing told you I'd kill him, didn't I?

F***ing told you I'd kill the c*nt.

Oh f***.

Another exit on the other side...

We'll get a couple of

Rottweilers on shift for you.

I'll use my guys.

My boys know the club.

Don't need them.

It's up to you mate.

Use your guys

- Hair of the dog?

No, I'm good.

Lovely.

DJ Cataphonic will be on set.

That's all sorted, mate.

Yeah, don't need anything

else but the venue.

He's going to be upset.

I'm sorry he'll feel that way.

Bar staff, how many do you need?

Or do you not want them either?

No I'll work the bar.

You what?

It's fine.

You don't know the tills.

I'm sure I'll work it out.

What do you want to

work behind the bar for?

Look I'll pay them out my own pocket.

...if that's what you're worried about.

I don't need doormen...

I don't need DJ Cataphonic.

...and I don't want bar staff...

...just want the club.

Yeah the club and the girls.

Just the club.

The girls come with the club mate.

Can't use them.

Can't use them, f***

off, can't use them.

What do you mean you

can't f***ing use them?

Listen those girls have kids and

families to feed, and you're making.

...them miss out on a

f***ing cash cow here.

Tom?

Ian?

These friends of ours,

they've got specific tastes.

What, your mates like caviar

and my girls are marmite?

Some people love marmite Tom.

F*** off Ian.

On the night I want

all this CCTV shut off.

Shrouded in f***ing mystery you are!

Fine...

...it'll be good to see some new fanny.

Tom I don't know how to say this.

It's easy, just open your

mouth and speak, what?

You're not invited.

Good one.

You're f***ing joking right?

You're saying I'm not

invited to my own soiree?

This is my soiree.

It's my f***ing club.

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