Three And Out Page #5

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How do you know I'm a Protestant?

You've all the spirit

of a wet weekend in Blackpool.

What else could you be?

Isn't it a sin to commit suicide...

if you're a Catholic?

Isn't it a sin to deliberately run

someone down with your train...

if you're a human being?

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned...

Hey! They're 20p each.

Isn't that just for Catholics?

Callaghan! Bastard.

He must have paid off the whole

council to get that contract.

But I knew him when he was digging ditches.

That f***er owes me big time.

- This where you used to live?

- Yeah, lovely, isn't it?

- What you doing?

- I can't show up empty-handed.

Not after all these years.

What are you looking for?

Tell me what's going on.

That's a crowbar?

I thought you wanted a present.

Shut the f*** up, or you'll be using it

to get my foot out of your arse!

What the hell are we doing here?

It's none of your business.

I didn't ask you to tag along.

Oh, f***.

Stop pushing.

Will you get off of me!

Bloody hell, what are you doing?

That's breaking and entering.

Shut up and hold that.

Ah, f***.

Watch this.

No, no, no, no, don't...

Sh*t! Sh*t.

Get your hand off me arse.

Ow...

Hey! Hey! Paul! Come in.

Get in here, for f***'s sake!

Can you stop?

This is madness. Let's go.

Will you shut up!

This is mental.

What happens if we get caught?

There's no-one here. They won't

be back for hours from the club.

- Whose house is this?

- The Callaghans.

No! This could screw up everything. Come on!

You listen to me, you little f***er.

You've a choice to make.

Either do this my way or don't do it at all.

- I can always get someone else.

- Go ahead.

But you're not getting

your money back, oh, no.

I'm doing this whether you want to or not,

so if you want to f*** off, be my guest.

- I thought so. Are you done?

- Yes.

Shhh!

- Jesus!

- We've got to go! We've got to go!

Listen. They didn't hear me put the window

in downstairs, they won't hear us now.

F***.

She must be wearing it.

What?

Shh...

We'll have to use soap.

Should be some in there.

What the f***?

Oh, Jesus!

- Uh.

- If he moves, hit him.

Michael Callaghan!

You dirty, old bastard!

What the f***?!

Oh...

What are you doing down there?

- Hit him! Hit him!

- F***ing hell!

Uh...

Oh, f***, oh, sh*t...

- You...

- Oh, f***, oh, sh*t, oh, f***...

That's enough now, Paul.

Turned to burglary, Cassidy? That all you got left?

I just came for what's mine, Callaghan.

There's nothing here belonging to you, Cassidy.

Tommy Cassidy?

Jesus. What the bloody hell

d'you think you're playing at?

I'm sorry, Maureen. I just came for me ring.

- What ring?

- The sapphire.

What are you on about? Your ring?

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