Who Needs Enemies Page #4

Which I'm paying over the

going rate I might add...

...plus a bonus when I cash in.

F*** your bonus.

No you f***ing calm down,

you're taking liberties mate.

Why can't I f***ing rub shoulders

with the elite for once ay?

Too many dents in my

toffee nose for you?

I think you've got a lovely nose mate.

Don't condescend me.

Look I've spoken to him and

they don't want any new faces.

But you do this thing for me.

...and you're golden mate...

...trust me.

I suppose I better just give you

the keys and f*** off home then?

Yeah.

You should.

Can I help you sir?

Yes password 'felicio'...

Excuse me?

I'm only joking.

Sorry sir, I'm under strict

instructions not to let anyone in.

Trust me I'm an exception.

No exceptions.

Look, this is my f***ing club.

Do you want me to go home and

get the f***ing deeds for you?

Look this is my f***ing club, you're

standing on my f***ing property.

...and you're telling me I can't come in?

That is what I'm telling you.

That is what we are telling you.

Well f*** you very much c*nts.

Good Night.

Uncle Tom you bastard?

What are you talking

about you f***ing muppet?

Recognise him?

Jesus.

Get out the film.

What century do you live in?

No one uses film anymore.

Come on.

Hey that cost me fifty quid.

I'll sort you out.

What is it?

Go home, Adam.

Not a word okay, look after yourself.

Don't f***ing move!

Ian you c*nt!

This is inappropriate.

How long have we known each other mate?

You been drinking?

Sober as a f***ing judge.

How long?

Let's go outside and talk.

This is my club not yours, not theirs

- Mine and you do as I say.

How long?

Twenty odd years.

Twenty odd years and still

complete f***ing strangers.

Now you get your mates out of

my f***ing club before I call the.

...coppers.

That's not going to work Tom.

Oh it's like that is it?

Don't embarrass me Tom.

Embarrass you?

No you embarrass me...

...all these f***ing years...

...treating me like a f***ing loser.

I couldn't even beat him

at a f***ing game of pool.

I was jealous of you;

...big f***ing business

man, beautiful wife...

...lovely kids -

...f***ing kids man!

But you fooled them.

You fooled all of us.

We're not even the same

f***ing species are we?

Well you've lost this time...

I promise you that.

Yeah...

...see you later at the club.

Yeah.

Tom?

I'll see you.

I'm going, I'm going.

I've got to go.

Tom?

I'm gone.

What's that smell?

Goulash.

Goul-what?

Goulash.

It's stew.

Smells like excrement...

Excrement

- what's that?

It's a stew.

It's good stuff...

...full of vegetables and loads of fat.

I can see.

Try some Ian?

I Try.

It's our national dish.

That's your national dish?

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