My boys, they're naive, they've had hard lives and they're just starting to come good, but they're my lads, my responsibility, so it's me that should be accountable for their actions.
The Gentlemen
4.9s
I gather you're the consigliere of the outfit that my boys were stupid enough to fuck around with.
The Gentlemen
6s
Now, I can return your goods, but I can't return the inconvenience, the time, the fucking headache.
The Gentlemen
7.6s
And so I offer you my loyalty, my word, my time, until that debt is settled.
The Gentlemen
4.4s
Once we've overcome that little challenge, then we can talk.
The Gentlemen
3.8s
On that note, I'd like to extend my apologies on their behalf.
The Gentlemen
1.8s
[door opens]
The Gentlemen
42.7s
I'm on my own here. Did he just call me a black cunt? - Yes, he did. - He can't do that. That's racist. But, you are black and you are a cunt, Ernie. Those are the facts. I don't think Primetime cares what race you run in. The fact that I'm black has nothing to do with the fact I'm a cunt. He didn't say black people were cunts, Ernie. He was being specific to you. One has nothing to do with the other. And I'd go a step further, if I'm not mistaken, and say it was a term of familiar affection. Primetime's a Gypsy. I wouldn't call him a pikey cunt. Why not? He might be very understanding. Only if it comes from a place of love, of course. Now, back to the issue at hand. I need that Chinese geezer's address, okay? You'll have it by the morning, Coach. - Good lad. - And, Coach... - What? - I've got some good news. - What? - I found out whose weed we took.
The Gentlemen
14.4s
Just tell me his name isn't Mickey Pearson. Blimey, Coach, are you a Gypsy too? You been reading tea leaves, got a crystal ball? That is not good news, Ernie. Mickey Pearson is terrible news in the face of a violent and expensive debt. [man speaking on TV, faint]
The Gentlemen
5.1s
Ernie, this is not the fucking time to keep your cards close to your chest.
The Gentlemen
1.6s
[Coach] I'm here to see your boss.
The Gentlemen
1.6s
Feel free to talk.
The Gentlemen
1.6s
Did I say stop?
The Gentlemen
11.7s
Fuck's sake, Ray. You need to invest in some parachutes. There's a pattern emerging here. I'm sorry, boss. And who's this jumping Phuc boy, anyway? - It's Dry Eye's man. - You mean Lord George's man.
The Gentlemen
11.1s
Did you get that Chinese fella's name? - Phuc. - What? Phuc, like "fuck" with a "Ph." Don't get street with me, Ernie. Where does he live? - Posh part of Croydon. - Drop the rope. There is no posh part of Croydon.
