Hear that?
You’re up next, son.
Mr Bernard, sir, I-
Na- no sob stories, son.
We both know what you done.
You owe me.
And this is how you pay me back.
You win, you don’t owe me nothing.
You lose, but put on a show
well then I’ll do right by that family of yours.
Think of your kids, son.
Be a shame for them to suffer
because you let me down here.
Good luck, son.
Fight’s started, no more bets.
Have to wait ‘til the next one to blow more of the trust fund.
Put all this on you going home
with no front teeth tonight then.
Go go go go go!
Leave daddy’s little darlings
and the regular villains to the local lads.
We’re only here for the Hellborn.
Harry!
I’ll sort this one.
You get to the kennels and do the rest of them.
Be with you in a tick, son!
After I’ve deported this tosser.
Here without permission, aren’t ya?
Right, well, you know the rules.
Oh ye powers of Earth and Air and Fire and Water
Bear ye witness to the words I speak
And to these mighty seals of office I do carry-
Oh bollocks to the hey nonny nonny stuff.
Just sod off, back to Hell.
I don’t know what you did to end up here, son.
Don’t really care.
Take this and forget any of this ever happened.
Inspector Absalom.
You still not dead then?
You know me.
Always happy to disappoint horrible little bastards like you.
That’s valuable property you destroyed.
And me and the lad had a deal.
I need compensating here-
The lads leaving with me.
Him, and any other poor sods you’ve got locked up.
Any complaints
Sergeant Webley here
will be glad to take the details.
I’m protected, Inspector.
And we both know who by.
Oh I know.
But this nasty little earner stops now.
Bored toffs want to watch Hellthings tear each other apart
then you do it
without the Human cannon fodder.
Got it?
Leave me alone, fuck off!
D.S. Thurso.
See you found them kennels then!
This is it, Harry!
The last fucking time I lose a body part tae this job!
Not to worry.
Soon have you fixed up with a new one!
Just like that other time you lost a wanking mitt!
Fuck off Harry!
Monday morning,
I’m putting in me papers and, and and
fucking off on early retirement to Ibiza!
Good news son;
that Jock git’s finally jacked it in.
And I’m promoting you
to be my trusty number 2.
Anything uh, tasty on that shout you caught?
Incident at a fancy Harley Street address, guv.
Messy one, too.
Messy enough to be one for us?
Oh...
I reckon so guv.