I understand if this has come
as a bit of a shock,
but let me tell you how this can be resolved
by you, the good father.

Go on.

He likes your bar.

Yes?

He wants your bar.

And?

Do you want me to draw you a picture?

Look, that boy doesn't know
his arsehole from his ear hole.
This is my bar.
It's got nothing to do with him.

What, and I care?

Remember, you do have
the luxurious advantage
of being able to sustain
your son's life.

And you do have a reputation,
so I'll choose my words very carefully.
You tell Harry to go fuck himself.

Now...
I'll put that down to shock.
Only once.
Only once can I or shall I
let you get away with that.

Your son's got three days
to find half a mil.
But make up your mind
which you prefer,
your bar or your son.

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