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or I'll be sending a

letter home to your mammy.

Yes, sir.

- Chop chop, yeah?

You little f***er, you.

It was completely off-key.

Why are you still here?

Jesus, didn't mean to scare you, Tom.

Looking very sharp.

Any plans for the weekend?

None yet.

- Are you gonna play that card?

Well, we saw the event page.

You invited everyone to come on My Face.

No, I didn't do that.

Are you lying to me?

- No.

I can see it in your beady f***ing

posh eyes. You're lying, Tom.

Me and the ATB will come to your house.

Do you know who the ATB are?

All the boys. All the f***ing boys.

Come on, Sarah. Give 'Thomas the

Tank Engine' his birthday present.

Birthday bashings.

- You're OK, Tommy. See you Saturday.

I bet you wouldn't even know

how to kiss a girl.

If you saw a girl's gash,

you'd put a plaster on it.

All right, man?

- What have been saying about my party?

Spreading the word.

You have 32 friends already.

I don't even know 32 people.

- You will. Trust me. It's gonna be good.

Yeah?

Not the same shitty bike again.

Bring on the chuck.

Hey! Hurry up, Bulger, you fat f***.

Party. Woo-hoo!

- Someone's got a bit of drink.

This place brings back memories.

Nice.

- Yeah.

There's Bulger.

- There he is.

Hurry guys. Let's go. We've work to do.

- Nice.

Three hours to go. Let's get to work.

- Relax. We just got in the door.

Richie, where's the peanuts?

You forgot them, didn't you?

Richie, shut up.

Get you head in the game.

Tom, this is easy.

Righty tighty, lefty loosey.

Richie, that needs to go higher.

You have it arse ways.

F*** off.

- No, you f*** off, Richie.

Righty tighty, lefty loosey.

What are you doing?

Blow these up. Can someone cover up

those bins? They look terrible.

Did you get the crepe paper?

- I bought skins.

You bought skins?

- That what you meant?

No, I meant crepe paper.

But don't worry. It's only been

his first party in like six years.

Good work.

- Now all we need is some bodies.

Bring on the fanny fest.

Oh, sorry. Sorry, ladies.

You having a good night?

Uh, yes. Thanks.

- I'm Richie. What's your name?

Wanker.

It's OK. Aside from the random nobodies

and all the ugly people.

Well, no, I look fierce,

but the rest of them, please.

Oh my God. Just a random uglier

in the shortest dress ever.

You can practically see her thing.

Lots of people here.

- It's deadly.

Is it?

- Yeah.

Have you seen Kate?

- No. Oh my God, there she is.

What's going on?

- She's too good for you.

No, no. When she's had a few drinks,

I'm telling you... - Whatever.

Those blow-job lips

will be gagging for mickey.

Here, lads, group shot.

Let me see those f*** faces.

Bulger, that's a f*** face?

Did you get the fairy lights?

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