Harry: You want me to pretend I’m in a ‘music club’?
Bull: Yeah, for Jimmy. Or whatever you call him.
Harry: You’re supposed to be beating him up, not making him your best buddy
Bull: He’s not my best buddy. I’m just letting him get comfortable...then I’ll snap his neck.
Harry: Literally?
Bull: Yep
Harry: You promise?
Bull: I promise. But it won’t happen if you don’t play along for this music teacher. I need you to be Treasurer.
Harry: Treasurer of a club that doesn’t exist. This is a new low.
Bull: It’ll stop you getting bored. And you’ll be a go-to guy again.
Harry: People will go to me?
Bull: Sure. When they need...treasure.
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