As reprisals are part of gangland culture, and in keeping with the way things are done in South London. The very next morning after Harry and Bob, have disposed of "The Gas Men", they pay Vince a visit at his Golf Club. After waiting in the car park for almost 45 minutes Vince pulls up.
He gets out of his car, goes to the rear, opens the boot. He starts to get his golf clubs out. Noticing Harry and Bob approaching he takes out a golf club for defense.
As Harry and Bob get nearer, Harry shouts over to Vince, " Oye CUNT. I want a word with you."
Bob in support, "Put that stupid stick down you prick.... You'd have three in your fucking Swede by now if we wanted to do you."
"What you want coming to my club?"
Harry, "You gotta be having a tin bath. You got the bollocks to have a go at me for coming to your poxy golf club when you sent people to MY
HOUSE to do me. You fucking nonce. YOU CAME TO MY FUCKING HOUSE!!"
"I told the boys to SORT IT, Not to fucking kill you. Plus I'd never send anyone to your house.
Here we go with the fucking "SORT IT SHIT" again. Glares at Bob.
Bob, "What?"
Vince, "What's that all about?"
Harry, "A Slight communication problem."
Vince, "So we OK then?"
Harry, "No we fucking ain't OK. For one thing I had to get rid of four fucking bodies on a Friday night when I was supposed to be taking my misses out to dinner. I'm just letting you know, I'm going to Spain Monday, and I'm gonna get them villas.
Vince, "Over my dead body.... I saw em first."
Bob, eager to have a go at Vince, "That can be arranged."
Vince, sticks his chest out and tries to stand tall in front of Bob, "Fuck you."
Harry, butts in, and shouts at both Bob & Vince, "Oye, you two fucking Mary's. When you've quite finished." Then points straight at Vince. "You, you fucking owe me for that catastrophic, cataclysmic, fuck up at my house last night."
Walking past is a golfer called Freddy; he's pulling a golf trolley and notices everything is not quite right with the trio in the car park, "Everything OK Vince. Do you want me to call the secretary?"
Harry, "Fuck off or you'll be calling for a fucking ambulance you Prick."
Vince, "No it's alright. Just a little business misunderstanding. Thanks all the same Freddy."
Harry, is getting more and more wound up, "I'll fucking, Thanks all the same Freddy you, in a minute you cunt. Them villas are mine. Now fuck off before I get Bob here, to shoot you somewhere very fucking painful that'll definitely ruin the rest of your weekend."
Bob, "My pleasure." Looks straight into Vince's face reaches behind with his right hand as if to get his gun from behind his back.
Harry's now, exasperated with Bob, "Really..... Here in front of everyone? Behave yourself."
Vince now knows that he's not going to be shot there and then, but he does know it could come sooner rather than later, "Harry, hang on a minute. You're a fare bloke. We can sort something out.
"You got no muscle. Your firm's halfway to being pork chops. What you got? You ain't got nothing to offer?
"Can't we work something out?"
"You got nothing to offer. You're fucked."
"I know I'm fucked, but I know you're a fare bloke, I know you like a punt."
"So what, what's that got to do with anything?"
"Alright, how about we play golf for it. The winner gets buyers rights over the villas?"
“What the fuck would I want to do that for?”
"I know you don't have to.... but just think of the buzz.”
Harry thinks for a moment, "The buzz. The buzz would be good, but I don't think there'd be much of a buzz. You know what I mean? Na bollocks, fuck it, no real point, no real buzz...... Now if the loser has to pay for the villas, then that would be a buzz, and don't forget you still owe me 20 large for the pig man."
With surprise and anger, "20 GRAND!!"
"There WAS 4 of em."
Bob who is still eager to get at Vince, "We could make it 5"
Harry pokes a finger into Vince's chest, "And I want the 30 grand delivered to the club by 10.O'clock."
"You just said 20."
"Oh yeah, silly me. I forgot to add the 10 Grand fine. You got a problem with that?"
"No, no, sounds very fare to me. In the circumstances." Glances nervously in Bob's direction.
"Don't forget. I want it there by 10. O'clock to night."
"Yeah, alright. It'll be there. So how about the buzz then. What'd you reckon. We on?"
"If you can get your fat arse over to Spain by Monday morning I'll give you a fucking buzz."
They are about to leave when Freddy & the club secretary arrive on the scene.
Harry raises his hands to pacify Freddy & The Club Secretary. "It's alright Colonel just leaving. Vince here just forgot he had to go to school yesterday."
"School. School yesterday. What on earth are you talking about?"
"Now before you get all shitty, and bent out of shape. I gotta tell you, your member here has gone an got my mate here's, 15 year old sister in the club. I know they look a lot older nowadays, but he's still gotta do the right thing. Ain't he. Don't you agree?"
The Club Secretary mumbles, stumbles, & stutters over his words, "Well I, I."
"Course you do, wouldn't be right if you didn't. But would you believe it.
Yesterday, he completely forgot to go to her school and give her the money she's gotta pay, to have her abortion."
Vince can't believe what he's hearing, he's practically pleading with Harry, at the same time looking at the Club Secretary, "What you talking about. This is all bollocks. I never been nowhere near his sister. I didn't even know he had a sister. This is bollocks, I can't be doing with this. I'm on the tee in 5 minutes."
The Club Secretary is having none of it, and invites Vince to his office.
Telling him he won't be needing his tee time. Ushers Vince in the direction of his office.
Vince to Harry "You fucking prick. See what you've done."
Harry turns and goes back towards his car. Turns back again towards Vince, "Should have kept it in your pants."
Bob following closely behind Harry, "That was fucking mean."
Harry, "Yeah I know. Fuck him."
As they get in the car and drive away. All they can hear is Vince screaming at them at the top of his voice......."YOU BASTARDS !!!"
Harry rolls down his window, leans out and calls back to Vince. "Don't forget. 10 o'clock."