Three And Out Page #6

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It were an anniversary present, that.

- I've had it years.

- I know. You've had it nearly eight years.

I've heard enough. I'm calling the police.

- How do you know?

- He won it from me in a game of cards.

It was all I had left.

I'd just had it repaired for Rosemary.

Don't listen to him, Maureen,

he's talking out of his arse.

- Go on.

- I said I'd give him the cash,

but the f***er, he... took a shine to it.

Said he needed something for your anniversary.

I couldn't face Rose after that.

Bollocks, Cassidy. You're a

f***ing liar and I've heard enough.

Cards? Gambling? Lying?

Passing me off with your sordid winnings?

I tell you, Maureen...

He's a f***ing liar. I wouldn't, I swear.

I bought that. You saw the shop where I bought it.

Get it, Paul.

Leave it.

Put it away, you old fool. It's not even loaded.

Michael Callaghan.

You lying, conniving, cheapskate little toerag.

I always knew you were a rat,

but this is the lowest you have sunk!

Or is it? What else don't I know?

Owl

- Come back.

- Come on, mate. You're nicked.

Wait a second, I can explain.

Look, I'm a friend... I'm a friend of the family.

- Get in the car.

- This is a miscarriage of justice.

F***. Sh*t.

Oh, sh*t!

Back to square one.

- Hello, good morning.

- A single to London, please.

- Right, that'll be 107.50.

-

- Hello.

- Paul, mon cher. It is I, Maurice.

- Just leave me alone.

- Paul, it is your destiny to eat me.

Why not start with my ear?

Listen, I don't want to eat you,

neither your ear or your penis

or any other part of you. Do you understand?

Just f*** off and leave me alone.

Charming. Is that any way

to speak to your father?

OK, Paddy, your son's here.

- Hello, son.

- Hello, Dad.

You got two minutes, all right?

Where the f*** did you get to?

I hid. Once they got you,

they didn't seem bothered about me.

Never mind that now. Have you got the ring?

Yeah.

- What does that mean?

- I...

I thought I'd get caught. It would be

evidence. It was kind of a mistake.

- You didn't.

- It hasn't...

come out yet, but it shouldn't be

too long, I'm pretty regular.

That's going to be lovely, isn't it?

Don't strain yourself on my account.

The magistrates don't sit till Monday.

No, no, no, no. Oh, God.

There must be some way

of getting you out of here before Monday.

You known Tommy

and Callaghan a long time?

They used to work on my gang

on the railways. Nothing but trouble.

- What kind of trouble?

- With Tommy, it was usually the gambling.

Callaghan, well, he always

had an eye for the ladies.

- And still does. Dirty fecker.

- Does he now?

You've got a f***ing nerve coming here...

I'm asking you nicely. Will you

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