IRC-Galleria

- Polly. Did he say who did it?
- He's gone to the Black Lion.
- On his own?
- Tommy does everything on his own.
- Should I go there?
- What?
- Should I go see him?
- No!
- Where the fuck is Arthur?
- Protecting the Garrison's whiskey from the police.
- For fuck sake! Polly. Feels Like things are getting out of hand.
- So get 'em in hand.
- Know what Ada said to me this morning? She said we all look like we work in a factory under the ground. She said we look like ghosts.
- She'll be back.
- When?
- When she needs us.
- And anyway, who the fuck would blow up our pub?
- Six.
- Six what?
- Six questions since you walked through that door. Soon you'll have to start being the man with the answers.
- Why?
- Seven. Because when London happens, you'll have to hold up your end. Or we'll find somebody else who can.