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
3.3s
I need you to tell me how you knew the location of our farm.
The Gentlemen
1.5s
Come on, you're driving.
The Gentlemen
1.6s
[man 1] Fucking hell.
The Gentlemen
5.3s
[Fletcher, muffled] It wasn't Lord George that was after Mickey, or Dry Eye, or Matthew.
The Gentlemen
2.2s
Wait there. I'll be back in ten minutes.
The Gentlemen
3s
We're closed. [man] Hang up.
The Gentlemen
5.9s
The car rolls to a stop. [song fades] Smash cut to black. Titles.
The Gentlemen
2.6s
It's fucking Usain Bolt. Come on, Usain.
The Gentlemen
5.7s
[panting] I can't breathe! I need it, please. All right, Phuc. Calm the fu-uck down.
The Gentlemen
1.5s
Knock, knock-knock, knock, knock.
The Gentlemen
2.6s
Come on, have a drink with me. It's really yummy.
The Gentlemen
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.
The Gentlemen
4.6s
Now, roll camera. [whirring]
The Gentlemen
5.4s
Ticktock. [door opens, closes]
The Gentlemen
3.5s
It's happened to so many of our friends. It's a curse.
