[Fletcher, muffled] It wasn't Lord George that was after Mickey, or Dry Eye, or Matthew.
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2.2s
Wait there. I'll be back in ten minutes.
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3s
We're closed. [man] Hang up.
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5.9s
The car rolls to a stop. [song fades] Smash cut to black. Titles.
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2.6s
It's fucking Usain Bolt. Come on, Usain.
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5.7s
[panting] I can't breathe! I need it, please. All right, Phuc. Calm the fu-uck down.
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1.5s
Knock, knock-knock, knock, knock.
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16.8s
Can I come with you? No, but you can go smoke the exhaust pipe in the back of your hearse. I might come anyway. You'll just hear me scratching about in the dark, wanking into a hanky.
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2.1s
You've got 72 hours, starting now.
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3.7s
Fletcher, shoes off inside. Yes, Mommy.
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2.7s
- No. - Suit yourself.
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3.2s
I need an ending. [Fletcher] No, no, no, my darling.
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1.3s
All right.
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3.5s
It's happened to so many of our friends. It's a curse.
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1.4s
And I'm gone.
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1.7s
I don't wanna play a game.
The Gentlemen
5.8s
And there can be no doubt. Because doubt causes chaos and one's own demise.
