Three And Out Page #4

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You'll do it?

A deal's a deal.

Where's that cash?

Live alone, do you?

Yeah, why?

Oh, nothing. Just a wild guess.

What did you do? Rob a bookshop?

That a computer?

What's it for? Playing with yourself?

No. I'm a writer.

A writer that drives a tube train?

Yeah, well, not for much longer, hopefully.

Grand chair, though.

Ohh.

So, where's this fifteen hundred quid?

Well, hand it over.

This is my rent money. How do I know

you won't just take it and run?

What did I say, uh?

A deal's a deal.

That means you give me the money

and I don't run away with it. Understand?

Give me f***ing the money.

- There's twenty quid over.

- Call it a bonus.

No, let's call it

fifteen hundred quid. A deal's a deal.

Don't mind if I crash here, do you?

- Oh, by the way. What's your name?

- Oh, God, yeah, of course. Paul... Callow.

Tommy Cassidy.

Eh, Paul, turn off the lights now,

when you're going out.

Get some kip.

Sh*t.

Bollocks.

Thought you'd gone.

Thought I'd had it away

with your money, did you?

What did I say to you last night?

What did I tell you?

I dunno. Deal's a deal?

Right. A deal's a f***ing deal,

and I don't want to have to say it again.

What's the story with the car?

Well, I couldn't show up on a bus, could I?

I've always wanted one of these.

Plus it's a rental, so I can batter the f*** out of it.

Come Monday,

they can swing for their money.

Wait a second.

Eh, eh, I can't wait.

I don't want to hit the traffic.

... all the time

It's gonna happen, happen

Till you change your mind...

- What are you doing?

- I'm coming with you.

Like f*** you are. I only came to say

goodbye. I'll see you Monday morning.

No way.

Look, I'm not having you around

for my last weekend.

Your miserable face'll kill

what little joy I have left.

You won't even notice me.

I'll keep quiet in the background.

Exactly. Like the Grim F***ing Reaper.

- You're staying here.

- Come on.

I know a deal's a deal

but I don't know you from Adam.

I just want to see this through.

All right, but if you piss on my parade

I'll have your balls on a plate.

Nice suit.

Rosemary always

fancied me in a pinstripe.

Everything goes when you're dead

Everything empties from

what was in your head

No point in waiting today

Stupid revenge is

what's making you stay...

- Hello?

- Paul, mon petit chou.

You are very naughty to run away.

Do I not look tasty?

I'm sure I will be flavoursome.

Perhaps with a soupon of raspberry jus.

I make you a very tasty jus...

- You all right?

- Fine.

F*** off.

- Never been to Liverpool.

- I'll give you the grand tour, will I?!

What now?

I was married in this church.

Eh! That's sacrilege for a Protestant.

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