[Fletcher, muffled] It wasn't Lord George that was after Mickey, or Dry Eye, or Matthew.
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2.2s
Wait there. I'll be back in ten minutes.
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3s
We're closed. [man] Hang up.
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5.9s
The car rolls to a stop. [song fades] Smash cut to black. Titles.
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2.6s
It's fucking Usain Bolt. Come on, Usain.
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5.7s
[panting] I can't breathe! I need it, please. All right, Phuc. Calm the fu-uck down.
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1.5s
Knock, knock-knock, knock, knock.
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2.6s
Come on, have a drink with me. It's really yummy.
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9.8s
Well, then, time to use the door, you black bastard. Well, that's just silly, isn't it, 'cause I'm not black. No, but your fucking soul is, you dark cunt.
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4.6s
Now, roll camera. [whirring]
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5.4s
Ticktock. [door opens, closes]
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3.5s
It's happened to so many of our friends. It's a curse.
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1.4s
And I'm gone.
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6.4s
Raymond. Well, well, well. A man of many vocations, aren't you? [chuckles]
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4.6s
[Raymond] She's on a South London council estate. - [Mickey] So? - It's out of our jurisdiction.
The Gentlemen
1.7s
I don't wanna play a game.
The Gentlemen
5.8s
And there can be no doubt. Because doubt causes chaos and one's own demise.
