- Bobby. - Boss? I'll have a pint and a pickled egg.
The Gentlemen
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Coming straight up.
The Gentlemen
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And when this little piggy goes to legal market and the demand way outpaces the supply... these locations, these green-fingered botanical boys, as well as my superior technology, will be at a premium.
The Gentlemen
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England's green and pleasant land.
The Gentlemen
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That is the price.
The Gentlemen
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Carry on, chaps.
The Gentlemen
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Now step inside and I'll show you what half a yard gets you.
The Gentlemen
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Those are some nails.
The Gentlemen
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Fifteen years.
The Gentlemen
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See, you're buying the substructure for the superstructure to come, and with purchase you will inherit the best sites available, the finest botanists and herb sommeliers in the world, as well as the most innovative marijuana technology on the planet.
The Gentlemen
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Location, staff, technology.
The Gentlemen
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I wanna see your plant.
The Gentlemen
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Now, there's only one thing that needs more looking after than a toff, and that is a toff's offspring. Which brings me neatly back to Big Dave's story, the very reason I'm sitting here sipping whiskey with you in the first fucking place. This is how Big Dave is gonna bring Mickey down, by using and abusing Lord Pressfield's much-beloved child. Lord Pressfield's daughter, the famous and talented Laura, all self-hate and harm, has fallen for this Power Noel's smacked-out dark charm, and I want the lot of them, especially that slimy little jam rag Pearson, in bed with a skint, discredited toff, and supplying gear to young and reckless rock-star royals, royals unbridled by distracted parents too busy skiing on the Swiss Alps to notice and too fucking stupid to care. [chuckles] I like it. You're good at this, boss. Yeah, I know what I'm good at, Hammy. Fuck off.
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- [phone ringing] - [door shuts]
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Only I'm better at it than you are.
The Gentlemen
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Fresh from a farmyard pheasant shoot, these two are starting to like each other. It's looking good, Ray. It's looking fucking good. - [gunshot] - I'm impressed with what you've done with your enterprise. You see, try as I might, I can't work out how you do it, and bush is my game. How does anyone grow 50 tons of super skunk without letting anyone else know how they do it? I'm flattered to hear that from you, Matthew. I imagine that big brain of yours is sweating a stream of tears just trying to figure it out. Brilliance should be acknowledged. Mm. Run the numbers by me again. 200 million gross p.a., 100 million net. But your people know this already. They've swept the numbers for months now. The bottom line is I'll sell it to you for 400 million.