Twelve sites. Twelve farms. One thousand of these estates in the great UK. Bonne chance trying to find them all.
The Gentlemen
1.4s
Now, now, now.
The Gentlemen
1.3s
Good.
The Gentlemen
3.5s
I trust you will make Michael Pearson pay for this.
The Gentlemen
8.8s
[Bunny] Big black geezer. Sexy voice. I'm... I'm lost. Am I in the bath with Barry White's finger in my missus?
The Gentlemen
1.4s
[toilet flushes]
The Gentlemen
1.8s
[clock chimes]
The Gentlemen
1.2s
[exhales]
The Gentlemen
1.5s
Fuck!
The Gentlemen
2.7s
[announcer speaking Chinese]
The Gentlemen
1.7s
Ros, who's there?
The Gentlemen
2.9s
[Lord George chokes, gasps]
The Gentlemen
2.3s
Drop the fucking money and run, boy.
The Gentlemen
4.8s
That's because I spiked your tea with a nasty little parasitic genus called shigella.
The Gentlemen
5.4s
[pants, groans] Phone.
The Gentlemen
2.3s
[Raymond] Come on, Bunny, stop fucking about.
The Gentlemen
4.9s
Well, I can do better than that. [man panting]
The Gentlemen
7s
It's just that I don't like smackies. It's the filth and the grime and the grub in the tub. I'm not asking your OCD to spend the weekend with them, Ray.
