- Please? - No. I said play a fucking game with me, Ray.
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So that's it. Three strikes. We're good, right?
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[ice rattles] [man] Chink, chink.
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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.
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Because it's fight porn at one of my farms. ♪ We're the Toddlers Are you dumb? ♪ ♪ Just know that we come from The bottom of the slum And we're hungry ♪ ♪ Means we're coming For the crumbs And we're like a tax man ♪ ♪ 'Cause we're coming For your funds, bang, bang You see us in a gang ♪ [hip-hop music continues]
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[grunts]
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All right, so, 20 million.
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[engine idling]
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I don't know anyone of that name.
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["That's Entertainment" by The Jam plays]
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Good afternoon.
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Enter our protagonist. He's good-looking, he's gorgeous, he's golden age, he's a proper handsome cunt. His name is Mickey Pearson. Unique background has our Mickey. American born, Rhodes scholar, so he's born clever but poor. Now, that's quite a leap from a trailer park in Americana to the thousand-year-old university in old Angleterre, where he studies the dark art of horticulture. But he never finished his education, never went home, because... he found his vocation. A naughty vocation. He's a bad boy. He starts dealing the dirty wonder weed to his rich, British, upper-class uni pals and realizes he's rather good at it. He's clear and objective about ambition and he can surf the echelons of our complicated culture.
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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.
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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]
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[Fletcher] That is not a smart move. Don't tell me what a smart move is. [Fletcher] I beg for your pardon. You heard me perfectly well. There will be repercussions for Michael's actions. You think you're running things, do you?
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You must be the king.
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Now, I'm seeing this through a lens, I am, and I'm not talking about the small screen. It's not TV, Raymond. As I said, old-school cinema format. It's what we in the business called anamorphic, or ratio 2.35 to 1. And I want you to join me on this cinematic journey, 'cause it is cinema, Ray. It's beautiful, beautiful cinema.