♪ My hands are tied ♪ - ♪ I need my freedom ♪ - [man 2 speaks Russian] - ♪ Not your sympathy ♪ - [screaming] ♪ Look, you needn't love me ♪ [Fletcher] So the Toddlers spray the car with bullets, killing the Russians.
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.
The Gentlemen
1.9s
Will you play a game with me, Ray?
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
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.
