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Now, you keep this between you and me, Hammy, but Fletcher's been in touch. He says he's got what we need. Careful, boss. Fletcher's ass belongs to the highest bidder. Yeah. He says he wants 150 grand. But if it's proper, it's worth a whole week's exclusive. Well, what does he have exactly? He was just tickling me nuts, but he says he wants to meet Saturday. So keep it free. [phone: musical ringtone] Yeah, pronto.
The Gentlemen
58.8s
Well, that comes later, Matthew, when the money's in escrow. Now that we've established the dilemma of our protagonist, let us turn to our antagonist. Many miles away, across the open plains, another beautiful feral beast lopes his way to a watering hole. Who are you talking about now? I talk, Raymondo, of Dry Eye. Oh, Dry Eye. What is he? Chinese? Japanese? Pekingese? Get on your fucking knees? Dirty dragon filth. ♪ Yellow is the color Gambling is the game ♪ He explodes on the scene like a millennial fucking firecracker. Bang, bang, bang. [shouting] You chee-bye motherfuckers! [Raymond] I'm gonna have to stop you right there, Fletcher. That doesn't sound like the Dry Eye I know. Just making sure you're paying attention, Raymond. So let's cut instead to a somewhat anticlimactic but suave and debonair Dry Eye, like a Chinese James Bond.
The Gentlemen
48.7s
White widow super cheese. [chuckles] It's the new gold rush. This is the thin end of a very fat wedge, sir. If it's such a fat wedge, why don't you keep it? You see, I've developed a reputation as a man who came up the hard way. You could say that there's blood on these pretty white hands. But in the new business, once legal and under the jurisdiction of the respectable umbrella of ministerial legitimacy, an enterprise like this will need a face with a clean past, which sadly I do not possess. Retirement doesn't sound so bad. Long walks in the countryside, pruning roses with my better half, raising some cubs. [inhales] I've earned it.
The Gentlemen