Who Needs Enemies Page #2

What?

Well Ian don't know

what's in the bag does he?

At least most of it, give him the

documents, we'll keep the dough.

It makes sense.

Even if we did keep the dough...

...you think you can keep your mouth shut?

Let's get the f*** out of here.

Get the bag.

Hello.

Michelle?

It's Mark.

Hello?

What do you want?

I want to talk to my daughter.

Why?

Because she's my daughter.

Where have you been for

the six years of her life?

Nowhere.

Please can I just speak to her?

No.

Okay, well just, then just tell her...

...just tell her that I called alright?

I have to go.

Promise me Michelle.

F*** off Mark.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Oh, here we go.

Ian.

Try not to f*** it up.

Ian.

You alright?

I'm going to give my cut to my daughter.

There's a lot you don't

know isn't there Tone?

Mate I don't want to know

what's on them photos.

That's your choice, but I'm telling you...

I do not f***ing trust him.

Don't worry about

Chris, leave him to me.

No.

We got to get rid of him.

Are you f***ing mad?

Tony, listen to me, I'm trying

to tell you that something isn't.

Yeah, he ain't f***ing

right, he's a f***ing psycho.

He's a f***ing bully.

...and he don't scare me.

I've known him a long time and

he scares the sh*t out of me...

...alright?

Well, I found something else in the bag.

Is that real?

Are you for f***ing real?

Find a quiet spot to do some gear.

I'll get the gun on him.

Tie him up, drive him out to the river.

Stick some weights on him and

dump him, the f***ing sack of sh*t.

...that he is.

You crack on son, I'm knackered.

We can't call Bash on this one can we?

Shhhh he's coming back.

Happy f***ing days boys.

How you doing, mate?

You alright?

My round.

Line them up, barman

- You old f***er.

F***ing morgue.

Yeah, sorry, just a bit tired.

Here Mark, I've got

another one for you anyway.

Do me a favour Chris, spare me.

No, you'll like this one.

What did the fish say when they

pulled him out of the water?

I honestly couldn't give a f***-

F***ing mug.

F***ing mug.

F***ing told you I'd kill him, didn't I?

F***ing told you I'd kill the c*nt.

Oh f***.

Another exit on the other side...

We'll get a couple of

Rottweilers on shift for you.

I'll use my guys.

My boys know the club.

Don't need them.

It's up to you mate.

Use your guys

- Hair of the dog?

No, I'm good.

Lovely.

DJ Cataphonic will be on set.

That's all sorted, mate.

Yeah, don't need anything

else but the venue.

He's going to be upset.

I'm sorry he'll feel that way.

Bar staff, how many do you need?

Or do you not want them either?

No I'll work the bar.

You what?

It's fine.

You don't know the tills.

I'm sure I'll work it out.

What do you want to

work behind the bar for?

Look I'll pay them out my own pocket.

...if that's what you're worried about.

I don't need doormen...

I don't need DJ Cataphonic.

...and I don't want bar staff...

...just want the club.

Yeah the club and the girls.

Just the club.

The girls come with the club mate.

Can't use them.

Can't use them, f***

off, can't use them.

What do you mean you

can't f***ing use them?

Listen those girls have kids and

families to feed, and you're making.

...them miss out on a

f***ing cash cow here.

Tom?

Ian?

These friends of ours,

they've got specific tastes.

What, your mates like caviar

and my girls are marmite?

Some people love marmite Tom.

F*** off Ian.

On the night I want

all this CCTV shut off.

Shrouded in f***ing mystery you are!

Fine...

...it'll be good to see some new fanny.

Tom I don't know how to say this.

It's easy, just open your

mouth and speak, what?

You're not invited.

Good one.

You're f***ing joking right?

You're saying I'm not

invited to my own soiree?

This is my soiree.

It's my f***ing club.

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?

No wonder you're here.

I'm not hungry...

what else is on the menu?

Come with me.

See you later, sexy!

These are my beauties.

Lovely.

Stand for our visitor.

Trying to teach them English.

Need to see their teeth.

Smile my beauties.

All strong and healthy ay?

How much?

Two thousand each for one night.

I'll take them.

All of them?

Yes, yes.

Except her.

She don't look well.

You should give them

some of your goulash.

The pictures are crooked again.

Hmm?

Yes, I just don't get it.

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