Mob Rules Page #2

I do not want that prick

in my hotel ever again.

And give Tina $500. Tell her to take

the rest of the night off, please.

Yeah, I'll take care of it.

Wall. Wall!

I said relax.

Go and have a drink.

Hey, Tina,

can I see you upstairs?

Yeah, I'll be right up.

- Nurse.

- Yes sir?

Thou art more fairer

than tongue can name thee.

And thou art fouler than

the heart can think thee.

- Ah, you like Shakespeare.

- Not really.

- What about my drink?

- You're at the bar.

Listen, really good

to see you.

I won't be long.

Step back.

I told you this was

a charity event, right?

And I had to bring my wife.

What was I supposed to do, tell everyone

she's at home with the kids

and I'd like to introduce

them to my f***ing mistress? Oy.

It's just one night,

darling.

Could you not stay

with a friend?

- Just for me?

- I live here.

And it's my f***ing penthouse.

Please, just for tonight,

stay upstairs.

- It's Sydney's birthday and we were...

- Just keep it upstairs.

Fine.

You're not invited.

Okay.

I will try

and get away later.

You owe me for this.

Oh, I don't doubt it.

I'll try

and get away later.

Try hard.

Little problem

in the kitchen.

Hey, Mr. Miller.

How you been?

Good, man. Hey, so I'm putting

the band back together.

You still playing?

Now where did you hear

about that?

I saw you at Ronnie's

a couple of times.

- Ronnie Scott's?

- Yeah.

I've been across the pond

a couple times.

- You don't play no more?

- No, man.

I haven't touched it

for 10 years.

- It's like riding a bike.

- Is it?

You ought to pick it up.

Keep you sane.

Yeah, not for me.

Ooh, hold on.

- This ain't nothing, mate.

- Really?

- You know my cousin down at the docks?

- Uh-huh.

Well, he was telling me

about this warehouse.

Hold on.

Oh no.

Anton.

Take Marley and get

him some ice cream.

I told you...

when the time's right.

Now go on.

It's just my kid brother.

He's cool.

But what's coming

in that warehouse,

that's gonna buy us

the whole f***ing club.

I've got it all

worked out.

So the man lives up

to the myth.

He's done all right

for himself, hasn't he?

Well, I'm sure he's got

enough dough to spare

for a couple of his fellow countrymen.

So how do we do it?

First,

we need some information.

And that's gonna cost.

We need some startup cash.

That's easy enough.

Pimp or pusher?

Tails. You lose.

Get the sh*t.

You're such a p*ssy,

you know that?

- That's it.

- Oh, no no no.

Damn it.

Come on.

- No no no no.

- Oh sh*t.

- Oh! F***!

- Whoo-hoo!

Breakfast of champions!

You're such

a f***ing loser.

This is bullshit.

You good?

What are you doing? If you're finished

with the tea and cookies,

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