Protection - Part 1

Restaurant in 1950's East London.

Pambos owns the restaurant and is greeting customers. His brothers are sitting on a table to one side of the bar.

A short but stocky man enters with three others, looks around for a moment and then walks up to Pambos who is now standing behind the bar.

Man
Nice place you got ‘ere mate. Good decor and nice chairs - I like the leather look.

Pambos
Thank you. Would you and your friends like a table?

Man
Actually, I just wanted a quick word with you mate if that's alright?

The people I work with have been keeping an eye on you and your place. They're very worried that this nice place might be in danger.

Pambos
I don't understand, in danger from what?

Man
Well, you know people can get jealous and can take it out on you, or your shop, or even those close to you. You never know what might happen.

On the other hand, if it was known that you were under the protection of my guvnors, no one, no one at all would dream about touching you or anything connected to you.

Pambos
Oh, I see. And your guvnors are the famous twins I assume?

Man
That's right matey. For a small fee, you and yours would be well protected. I'd pop by every week and it all be sorted.

[Pambos glances at his younger brothers to his left who look back at him in a concerned manner. He then turns to the man.]

Pambos
You are what, about 5 foot 3?

Man
What’s that got to do with anything?

Pambos
I am 6 foot 3 - if I agree to this proposal that you have told me about in front of my family who are sitting just there, I will bring shame on my name. I cannot do that so, sorry but no.

Man
Are you fxxxxxg mad?

Do you know what you're saying mate - we've got more muscle in this manor than you could ever muster together.

You're making, quite literally, a bloody big mistake.

Pambos
Well, then I am sure I will see you again.

Man
Sooner than you may think mate but when you least expect it.