Top Dog Page #5

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Julie told Sam the

other day, didn't she?

Look, don't make a f***ing

song and dance out of it.

You need a job and I

want you as my partner.

- Partner?

- So what do you reckon?

Sweet, I'll go put her

out of her misery.

- So, go on, what do you think?

- You, working for Billy?

I mean, seriously.

No, not for, with. We'd be partners,

in a new security company.

He's gonna put up the cash

and I'll do the work, that's it.

What would you know about security?

Nothing, I don't need to.

We could just hire people that do.

Honestly, baby, this is a no-brainer.

There's not one company around here that's

offering security for car lots. Not one.

- For crying...

- Billy's already got mates

in the trade that want to take us on.

Look, I know you might

not like the idea, right.

But in case you haven't noticed the offers

ain't exactly flooding in at the minute.

And what, with peanut due...

- Will you promise me one thing?

- What?

- This is legal, 'cause I'm...

- Totally.

I swear, I wouldn't

do it if it wasn't.

You know that, don't you? Don't you?

- Yeah.

- All right.

All right. If you think it'll be OK.

- Yeah, I do.

- Yeah? All right.

I still think Billy's an arsehole.

Come here.

- Hi, beautiful.

- Yeah.

I haven't done anything

for dinner though.

I've been stuck here all bloody day.

That's all right, don't be silly.

I'll put something in the oven.

Want a cup of tea?

Yeah, I'd love one.

Who are those flowers from?

Someone called Mickey.

They're lovely.

There's a card there.

I'll just put the kettle on.

Will you tell him I said thank you?

They're so nice...

Prick. Who does he think he is?

The f***ing Godfather?

OK, man.

Sounds like our mutual friend

needs a little reminder.

Yeah, sweet, leave it with me.

Oh, perfect timing.

- There you go.

- Oh, lovely.

Everything OK?

Yeah, that was just Hawk letting me

know he's off collecting in the morning,

so I said I'd see him at the game.

- How's he doing?

- Yeah, really good.

Better than I could

have hoped, to be fair.

It ain't been long, but he's

making us a bloody fortune.

Good. OK, I'm going to go

upstairs and check on Alfie, OK?

All right.

Yeah, I'll be up after I've had this.

So, you want us to go Old

Trafford on Saturday, yeah?

All mobbed up and put on a show?

That's exactly what I want.

Now, with Hawk's missus

due to drop any day,

he ain't gonna be there,

so I've asked PJ to step up.

Everyone sweet with that?

Quiet down, Quiet down.

Now listen up. Listen!

If we're going to do this

we're got to do it properly.

I need as many lads up there as possible,

and I want to make it a f***ing nuisance.

Now the main thing is we make a

show to try and get their top faces.

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