Shit. I bet you told Mickey nothing about what happened.
The Gentlemen
1.2s
[music stops]
The Gentlemen
1.4s
I want a pound of flesh.
The Gentlemen
3.9s
[panting] My wife!
The Gentlemen
7.4s
Persuasive? And why would I need persuasive? Well, I hear you might have had a little trouble.
The Gentlemen
6.4s
But can't you send Frazier instead? No, I can't send Frazier instead. You're my best man. I want you. [sighs]
The Gentlemen
1.7s
My queen told me that.
The Gentlemen
12.3s
Aristocratic, junkie, bulimic, auto-tuned singing daughter shacked up with some smacked-out, once-upon-a-time pop star, and all looked after by Mickey Pearson. I like it. You know, I like it a lot.
The Gentlemen
3.7s
[groans, grunts] [song ends]
The Gentlemen
2.9s
Well, let's just say this. He didn't do it in front of it.
The Gentlemen
22s
What's that? Is that a paperweight? Funny you should say that. Turns out anything with weight can be a paperweight. - What are you gonna do with it? - Well, that's up to you, isn't it? Either you do as I tell you to and use the door, or I'm gonna shoot fat Tony right between the eyes. You see, this gun's only got two bullets, so I'm not gonna fuck about illustrating its significance. You're gonna have to trust me on that. The alternative is a little bit absolute.
The Gentlemen
3.1s
- [gang member 1] Fuck! - [gang member 2] Move, move, move!
The Gentlemen
3.4s
Of course, I'm addicted to selling it, not consuming it.
The Gentlemen
10.5s
There are some things I don't know about. Something between Dry Eye and Lord George. Now, whatever it was, someone killed Lord George.
The Gentlemen
1.9s
I forgot to wash my hands.
The Gentlemen
5.2s
So, yes, your facilitation is most definitely participation.
