Buenas tardes, Raymondo. ...to tell me how clever you are and try to blackmail us.
The Gentlemen
3.7s
Go on, take a look. Thank you, mysterious stranger.
The Gentlemen
2.3s
What's that for? Is that for my money?
The Gentlemen
5.1s
- [sizzles] - [Fletcher chuckles] What, is it Wagyu again for breakfast, Raymond?
The Gentlemen
1.8s
- Bunny. - [Bunny] Incoming.
The Gentlemen
1.2s
Good.
The Gentlemen
16.2s
Well, that's disappointing, 'cause that doesn't look like 20 million pounds. It's more interesting than that, your insurance policy, all the photos, all the bodies, all the skeletons, all the filth. It's not the only one, darling. I'm not a mong. What do you think's in that, you fucking eejit?
The Gentlemen
9.1s
[Raymond] Of course we were aware of what Matthew was up to. We're not complete fucking idiots. [sizzles] I've been onto you for a long time, Fletcher.
The Gentlemen
4s
- I knew you'd been following Michael. - [camera shutter clicks] They're very similar, our jobs.
The Gentlemen
3.8s
Aren't you gonna introduce me to your mysterious and slightly menacing friend?
The Gentlemen
3.7s
I knew when you came over that night that you'd only be there for half an hour...
The Gentlemen
2.9s
Where's my money, Raymond? There's your payment.
The Gentlemen
1.7s
[chuckles]
The Gentlemen
17s
If you don't have the stomach to take it for yourself, big Bunny here is very adept with a knife, and, as you can see, he's dressed for the weather. But a penny short or a gram shy... and that freezer door does not open. Am I clear?
The Gentlemen
5s
A pound of flesh? It matters not to me where on your anatomy it is withdrawn from.
The Gentlemen
1.4s
I want a pound of flesh.
The Gentlemen
5.3s
No amount of money on God's green earth can pay for that transgression, Matthew. No, for that...
