Now, I want you to imagine a character, a dramatic character, like in a book or a play or a film. But not digital, not on a memory stick. Analog. Chemical process. "Keep the grain in the picture," I say. Old-school, 35 mill. [whirring]
The Gentlemen
5.4s
- Please? - No. I said play a fucking game with me, Ray.
The Gentlemen
4.6s
Now, roll camera. [whirring]
The Gentlemen
8.8s
[teapot whistling] Right.
The Gentlemen
1.7s
I don't wanna play a game.
The Gentlemen
22.2s
We just went from £150,000 to 20 million. That's a steep rise in 30 seconds. Yeah, but I would argue that you're lucky, because that is nothing compared to what I could, and perhaps should, be asking. Oh, well, thank God you're not greedy, Fletcher, you deluded, shit-eating cunt. [chuckles] I quite like it when you talk dirty to me.
The Gentlemen
15.1s
What the fuck are you talking about? If you would be so kind as to furnish me with 20 million British pounds, I will give you everything... memory cards, contact sheets, recordings, the lot, and a modest little screenplay I wrote all by myself. Hold on.
The Gentlemen
8.9s
Get to it, Fletcher. I'm starting to itch. Now, we both know that your boss has very, very deep pockets, and I would like to invite him just to have a teeny rummage in them.
The Gentlemen
6.2s
I looked it up. App-ed it. 1500 quid? I didn't know you could spend that much on a bottle of scotch.
The Gentlemen
4.9s
I'm gonna tell you a story to demonstrate why my quote is my quote.
The Gentlemen
2.6s
Come on, have a drink with me. It's really yummy.
The Gentlemen
2.4s
I can feel myself engorging.
The Gentlemen
1.9s
Will you play a game with me, Ray?
The Gentlemen
33.6s
Buenas tardes, Raymondo. [chuckles] I should stab you with that fucking rolling pin. Oh, don't be cunty. I was just hoping we could have a cozy little drink together. So, I've got a meeting on Saturday at your favorite newspaper. As the best private investigator in this smoky little town... good evening, ladies and gentlemen... they are ready to put 150 grand in my pocket to give them some filth. Good for me, that, but in this case... it's bad for you.
The Gentlemen
14.3s
This is yours, Fletcher. I need a man with your creativity, with your nose. Now, you know you're my favorite bloodhound. I just think it's really important to remember who you're talking to, Dave. Of course I remember, Fletcher. So just make absolutely sure the check doesn't disappoint this time.
The Gentlemen
18.4s
So Big Dave, editor extraordinaire, has developed a terrible antipathy for your boss and his liquorish assortment of tasty mates. He's out to destroy him and all those that cozy up to him. Front cover. Bosh! There will be blood and fucking feathers everywhere, my darling.
