All language subtitles for Formula.51.2001.BluRay.jirienazka

I-I-I mean, rules are like... arbitrary, you know.

Made up for people
who believe in fairy tales like...

you know, like... like Santa Claus.

Hey, but not us, right?

I mean, we know what's important.

There's a war going on, man.

A war!

Ain't that a bitch?

I just graduated today, man.

With honours.

Got my degree in... in pharmacology.

I'm licensed.

Look, if you write me up on this drug charge,
I won't be able to practise.

So what we're talking about here is... is my life.

The rest of it.

The '60s are over, ... man.

Jody and Nick, you have come together
in this church so that the Lord may seal...

Yo! You gotta take it like I give it

I'll write it how I see it

I been livin'

Been places you couldn't be

Took the road less- travelled,
I dabbled in weight

Learned the art of Wu, like, trust me,
dabbled in hate

Now everybody hit the ground...

Is it true this is the biggest deal
you've cut with the FBI?

I now pronounce you man and wife.

- Aren't you supposed to be in court?

Case adjourned.
They just seemed to run fresh out of witnesses.

Ah, frees up The Lizard for his other business.

100 large has been deducted
from your account as promised

Can The Lizard offer a suggestion
on how she can er...

..work off the rest of her debt?

The Lizard may not.

Go.

Believe me, you'll thank me later. Let's go.

No more free meals. Let's go.

Christ! It's like a reptile house in here.

Fuck off!

Ah. Mix-Master.

To our star chemist, gentlemen. Elmo McElroy.

Where's Durant?

I see five. I don't see the Brit.

Where the fuck is he at?

He said he'd be here.

Limey faggot needs a lesson in manners.

Fuck Durarnt

Just tell us about this new wonder drug.

Get your master chemist in here.

OK.

Konokko, fetch him.

Fetch The Lizard's Elmo

No Durant...

no McElroy.

Maybe he went out for something.

Nobody goes out for something on deal day!

Now, stop your whining,
get up off your ass and go find him!

Now!

Just give me a moment

This s Elmo McEroy's phone He's not home

You know what to do you know when to do it

Bye

Tasty Drops?

He fucked me! I'm truly ass-invaded!

You have one new message

He fucked me I'm truly ass-invaded!

Rest in peace...

..motherfucker.

You're going home Dakota

- I'm going to Vegas.
- You listen to me

There's this limey asshole in Liverpool

named Durant

He was supposed to show up
for this little deal we had going on today.

He didn't show up.

The Lizard thinks he stoke his Elmo

I'm not going back.
I don't care how much I owe you.

Listen to me Dakota

I want this limey motherfucker Durant
off the fucking planet

and I want fucking Elmo fucking McElroy

- off the fucking planet!
- Did you hear what just said?

That place has nothing to offer me.

The Lizard...

..will wipe your marker clean.

Plus a bonus 100,000

if the job is done in 48 hours.

And after that, there is nothing to stop you

from turning right around and leaving again.

250.

Get it done.

It's done.

Shite!

would like to extend
a very warm welcome to each of you

on behalf of all the crew
on this Virgin Atlantic flight

Pease store carry-on baggage

Can I show you to your seat, sir?

Spit it out. Spit it out now!

Tommy?

What?

What?

Fuckn' Yanks

The trouble with the fuckin' Yanks is,
they've no fuckin' sense.

Had some dick in Los Angeles

actually ask me where I learned English.

English? Fuck!

Do you have a problem with America, Felix?

Oh, yeah. I've got one great big, fat,
swollen fucker of a problem with America, twat!

Listen to this. I'm in fuckin' Florida, right?

This Southern prat comes up and he's like er...

"Hey, England's small. You must know
that John fuckin' Smith guy, right?"

- Fuckin' Smith!

I'm like: Oh, yeah, yeah, mate, that's right.
John Smith.

Yeah, I do know him
but he doesn't come from England, mate.

No, he comes from fuckin'

Pricksville, USA!

- You going to answer the fuckin' phone or what?
- It's just my wife.

Now, when Mr. McElroy joins us, I'd be pleased
if you kept your opinions to yourself.

This particular Yank is not a travelling salesman.
He's a genius, hmm?

Who is this cunt?

So I said to Mr. Durant, I said, "Mr. Durant,
we go and meet this fuckin' Yank McElroy,

bring him to the deal and that's it."

None of this fuckin'
conversation-and-coffee bollocks.

None of this asking him
how the Tampa Bay 'Eers are doing.

No, I said, "Fuck him.

I bring him to the deal,
I get my fuckin' tickets and I'm off. That's it."

- Take a left up here
- There's no time for this.

Take a fuckin' left!

Felix! Felix, listen!

This is a totally new chemical.

Once we have the formula,
we could make this stuff in a kitchen.

We don't even need Durant.

Look. You see that?

That's tomorrow. Blokes are shagging
their mothers-in-law to get a ticket

and I'm getting two from Mr. Durant.

So unless you can shite out
a couple of tickets on the spot,

I suggest you shut the fuck up.

But this is a unique
window of opportunity for you.

- We are talking telephone numbers!
- Ah, enough. Take care of him.

He's gettng on my fuckn' tits

We're going to be late boss

Fuck the Yank. Let him wait.

When you walk...

Through a storm

Hold your head up high

Glory, glory, Man United

Glory, glory, Man United

Glory, glory, Man United

And the Reds go marching on, on, on!

Boys and girls of Manchester!

- Just popped over from er... Liverpool...
- Fuckin' wanker!

..to invite you to a game of footy tomorrow.

What the fuckin' hell's that, you twat?

But I'm fuckin' fucked
if you pricks are going to win it.

Come on, then, mate. Keep up the spirit.

Someone get that fucking thing out!

Young man, get off the bloody green!

- Where the fuck have you been?
- Round the block.

Drive, quick!

Let's go meet the Yankee muppet.

Where's Lawrence?
Where's he gone? We're late.

- Well, he's...
- You left him at the pub. Twat!

- But you said...
- Go back.

Go back and get him.

Look at this wanker.

- Prick!
- Go on.

Lawrence says, right, he's going to be carrying...

..a load of drugs, right?

We do him. Job done.

OK?

I'm not having some fuckin' nig-nog...
put us out of business, right?

Hey!

Watch it! You're pissin' on my fuckin' boots!

- What about Felix DeSouza?
- Fuck him.

He's a rabid dog.

Is he? Well, fuck him!

Fuck him! Leave it to me!

I'll rip out his fuckin' liver. One shot. Va-voom!

Yeah? No problem.

No problem.

Hey!

Hey! Felix DeSouza.

Just the wanker I wanted to deal with.

Deal with this.

What a fuckin' day.

Arthur. Come in, Arthur. Over.

Why don't you try the big fat button, Arthur?

Yes, sir.

Now, we are looking for
a large black gentleman wearing a dress.

That's what Lawrence said.
It should be easy. Over.

Yeah, and we want Customs
to pull him over, right?

Wrong. We want Customs to let him through
and you follow him. Over.

- Utter nutbag.
- Right. Over.

What now?

Follow them all. Over.

- Madam, if you'd like to come this way.
- No. I've got to go.

Have you finished?

Not quit miss, I need to look at your shoulder bag

Welcome to England.

Actually, that makes me out to be a bit of a liar,
cos let's face it pal,

you're about as welcome as a dose of the clap.

But it's always nice to be nice.

- Who the hell are you?
- Felix DeSouza.

Mr. Durant sent me.

- I asked for a chemist. Where's Lawrence?
- In the car.

- He should be here.
- I should give a shit.

To me, you're just a ticket to the game.

Where's the chemist?

Where's Lawrence?

You heard him. Where's Lawrence?

Put these in the truck. Get Durant on the phone.

Put these fucking sticks in the boot.

- What's that?
- It's Lawrence.

I can see it's fucking Lawrence.
What happened?

- You told me to take care of him.
- Oh, shit.

I meant to take care of him,
not fucking take care of him.

Shit.

Shut the fucking thing, will you?

Fuck...

Get Durant on the fucking phone,
right fucking now!

Where's my motherfucking chemist?!

- Lawrence? He should be in the car.
- Should be?!

What kind of fuck-up is this Durant?

Look, we deal today, or I go to the competition.

Look, let me speak to DeSouza.

DeSouza? DeSouza?

Look, boss, it wasn't my fault.

Besides, he was fucking irritating.

Right now, I couldn't give a gnat's chuff.
You twat!

You just make sure McElroy gets here.

Where's my fucking chemist?!

- think we need a new chemist Mr. Durant
- I know. I know.

I can fucking hear him, can't I?

Tell him I'm going to get a hold of er...

Pudsey Smith, OK?

Yeah. I am not buying aspirin
for a fucking arm and a leg.

He's getting Pudsey Smith.

- Who?
- He's a deaf-mute.

Stall him. Just stall him.

You keep that Yankee cunt happy. And alive.

All right, boss. Yeah.

Oh! You fucking twat!

What's the plan, then? Freshen up?

Massage? Maybe you fancy
a bucket of fried fucking chicken.

If I wanted cuisine, I'd have gone to Paris.

You can still go to France. It's not too far.

It's full of pricks and they hate
fucking Yanks too. Do you fancy a bite?

Yeah. All right.

Hello, stranger!

Said hello to lover boy yet?

- Iki, I'm in a hurry.

Can we get on with it?

Ruger mini-14, 223 calibre.

It comes in a fetching chrome.

20 rounds per banana.

Unless the elite and snazzy Iki special
takes your fancy, extending your capacity to 40.

- We've got a Czechoslovakian...
- CZ 83, I'll take one.

Oh...

Well, that's young Felix's weapon of choice,
isn't it?

Now, there's a trip down memory lane.

I'm partial to a bit of sentiment, me.

I've heard things, you know. He misses you.

So, what are you going to take?

I'll take the Baretta, the CZ, an ankle holster,
add the mini-14 and I'm done.

- I want to get in and out fast.
- Don't we all?

Does Durant still do his deals at the Port Hotel?

Silly lad. It'll be his undoing, one of these days.

But what do you expect from a fella
who gets his arse waxed every month?

I forgot what a circus this place is.

Funny, that.

I never did much like the circus. All that
poking your head in a lion's mouth shite.

Bring on the horses!
Get 'em rogering the dancing girls!

That's a circus.

These... and these

are on the house.

Welcome home... Dawn.

- There you go, mate.
- Thanks, mate.

Ta.

What the fuck did they do to this fish?
Batter it to death?

Fish and chips. The national dish, mate.

More like a national disaster.

I said you don't really wanna go, I can tell

But I'm gonna take you anyway

What the hell?

So come on, get on in the ride

And let me take you to the other side

You don't really wanna go, I can tell

But I'm gonna take you anyway

What the hell?

So come on, get on in the ride

And let me take you to the other side

I heard you even got a child now

Look at that

A baby momma and a bow-wow...

Keys.

Twat.

Come on.

So, er...

How much are they paying you
to wear that skirt?

Fag?

No, motherfucker.

Ah, Mr. McElroy!

That's daring, but very dashing attire.

Let's stick to the business in hand.

Hey, come on! Mr. McElroy's a guest of ours.

OK boys Guns on the table please

Felix?

I've delivered him. I'll have my tickets and be off.

OK. Put your gun on the table.

- Fuck. The game's tomorrow.
- Put your fucking gun on the table, you gobshite!

What?

- So, who's the chemist?
- This is Pudsey Smith.

A first-class man. Qualified and everything.

He can't talk. He's been shot.

Felix, have you shit your pants, or something?

Something doesn't feel right, Mr. Durant.

I know. You're making me nervous,
for fuck's sake! Sit on your hands, or something.

OK, Mr. McElroy, the ball's in your court.

MDMA utilises serotonin

Opiates like heroin utilise dopamine

Sort of like the same sensation you get after sex.

Amphetamines increase adrenaline

and cocaine gets those synapses in the brain
firing really fast.

My product is 51 times stronger than cocaine.

51 times more hallucinogenic than acid

and 51 times more explosive than ecstasy.

It's like a personal visit...

..from God.

It's that good?

The dog's bollocks.

Felix DeSouza.

- I count ten.
- That's right.

That's one million sterling,
or 1...1.6 million dollars.

But that ain't what we agreed on, is it?

You're 18.4 million dollars shy.

And I don't care how you cut it,
that's a whole lot shy.

No...

Mr. McElroy, what we have there
is a goodwill gesture.

A deposit. A down payment.

One and a half million's not a bad start, is it?

I need to do some research. I need to feed
a few thousand to the kids, get some feedback.

You don't think I can allow you
to walk out of here with $20 million

for a formula that only exists in your head?

And all I get is what?

An ointment for toe jam.

- Market research.
- Right.

Profile customers, send out questionnaires.

Get out the bloody way, Felix.

I can dig that. But unless you've got what
we agreed on, what the fuck am I doing here?

Give me a call when you're ready to deal.

- I fucking knew it.

Room service.

That old fuckin' chestnut.

Hey hold it fellas!

It's my sausage and flamin' mash!

Sorry, love. Sorry about that, pet.

It's just that er...

my dad ran off with a room service maid.

Things have never really been the same since.

Bollocks.

Now's not a good time.

- Change of plan
- What do you mean?

I want McElroy kept alive.

I don't do alive, I do dead.

it's a matter of $20 million

in cash being vaporised,

and it's a matter of a lot of anger
being directed at The Lizard man.

You now do alive.

My future is inside McEroy's skull

You waste anything
and everybody that gets near him.

You waste them, not him.

His mind belongs to The Lizard

Shit.

Fucking hell!

Shit, shit, shit!

Arsehole.

Let go, you double-crosser.
Let go! They're mine!

Oh!

Oh, shit.

Shit.

Ow! Shit!

I told you to get out of the way, Felix.

- Fuck! I've been shot.
- Where?

In the fucking arse!

Man, it's just a flesh wound. Come on.

Flesh wound? Is that supposed
to sound like a fuckin' good thing?

Come on, dude.

Oi, sooty.

Sooty!

Here. Take these.

Oh, fuck!

Fuckin' get him, boys. Come on!

- Stay down, bitch.
- Oi! You're not driving my car!

Shit.

Give me the fuckin' keys. Get in the car.

Fuck!

Fucking hell!

Get your fat arse out of the flamin' car.
Check the hotel.

Put me in the picture.
What the fuck happened back there?

I just got shot in the fucking arse

- is what happened!
- This is not how we do fuckin' business.

- Just get out of the fucking car!
- All right. All right.

Oh, fuck!

What the fuck are you doing?

Woah...

Just take a fucking left!

- Get off the pavement!
- Shit.

Watch out!

Fuck!

- Which fucking way?
- Right. Right.

- Come on!
- Christ!

Hey

- The traffic's coming from the right.
- I got it.

Fuck!

You! Out of my fuckin' way!

- Oh, bollocks.
- The dog's bollocks?

No. Just plain fucking bollocks.

- No dogs involved?
- No!

Watch out! Watch out!

You'll kill the fucking car!

Fuck.

Oh! Fuck.

Hello?

So, let me get this straight.

"Bollocks" is bad,
whereas "the dog's bollocks" is good, huh?

Yeah.

Oh, bollocks.

Gotcha.

Come on, then!

Come on!

- Stop.
- God. Fucking Yanks.

Come on!

Shit.

Fucking hell.

Scraping my fucking paintwork!

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

- Fuck you, Kane, you shitebag.
- Fuck off!

Oh, you little fuck!

Chicken bollocks.

Shit!

Fuck you, Kane, you fucking wanker!

Come here, you!

- Are you all right?
- Fuck off!

We've lost them.

Yeah, well, let's not take any chances.

Oh...

Oh, shit!

Are you wanting to junk that, pal?

You what?

Dude, do you have a car that works?
I need transportation.

I've got a Cooper needing a lick of paint.

She goes. Throw in the XJ6
and she's yours for a 100 quid.

- Deal.
- What, a Cooper? Piss off, Popeye. And you.

I'll tell you what 70, quid and the Jag

and I'm robbing myself.

Tha... that's it. That's it.

I've had just about enough of this shite

I got you to that deal in one piece.

I got you out of that deal in one piece.

As far as I'm concerned, my job's done.
It's finished.

You can leave my motor alone,
get your golf clubs, and fuck off back to Dixie.

Pay attention, Felix DeSouza.

I atomised a major drugs syndicate
to be here this morning.

Now, I'm stuck in Liver-fucking-fool with you!

And if I need you to sell your car to help me,
you will sell your goddamn car!

Do I look like the Salvation Army?

Have I got Jim'll Fix It written on my fucking hat?

I'm sorry, mate, but help's not a word
I'm too familiar with, you know.

Fuck off!

I don't believe it.

So, who's the girl?

It's my ex-girlfriend.

Arthur. I want you to describe the situation to me.

Seven shades of shit in a one-shit trumpet, sir.

It looks like some kind of a drugs buy.

None of your ordinary

Aye aye. Got some blue tabs.
They look like sweets.

How are you?

What do you mean, how am I?
Nearly cut my fucking ear off!

And I've hurt my knee.

Now, I want you to get the pills and take them
straight down to the lab, double time.

You got that? And then you call me.
Now, what else have you got?

Six dead bodies and one live one.

Chief, it's Leopold Durant.

Durant? Right. Now, concentrate, Arthur.

Get that fat fuck down here pronto.

But, sir, he's dying.

Then you'd better be fucking quick about it,
hadn't you?

She dumped me.

Two years ago now.

Changed her name from Dawn to Dakota.

Fucked off for Las Vegas and a deck of cards.

So who hired her to take me out?

You're asking the wrong question, mate.

She's your guardian angel.

if she wanted you dead you'd be dead

She never misses.

I mean, fucking look at that.

If she really wanted to hit me... I'd be shiteing
through a tube for the rest of my life.

Someone wants you kept alive.

Somebody's trying to cut in on Durant's deal.
They're shitting again.

- Yeah, well, shit happens.
- No

Shit don't just happen, shit takes time.

Shit takes effort.

$20 million-worth of effort.

I've got to get a new deal on, fast.

You know the town, you know the players.

Look...

..all I want is a ticket for the game.

Do you think you can swing that?

$20 million could swing anything.
You know what I'm selling.

Well, how much?

5% of whatever I get out of any deal you set up.

That's a million dollars.

Hell, you could buy your own
goddamn stadium with that.

- Game's tomorrow.
- You'd better get started, then.

Oh, and Felix.

A word of advice.

You ever want to get the girl,
you've got to broaden your horizons.

KANE: What the fuck is that?

What is it?

What? Scotch mist?

Now, now, now, now, now.

You are getting greedy, Leopold.

It's a big deal going down, and you are trying to
cut me out of the fucking loop.

I told you. Face the fuck front!

This is going to cost you

an additional 15%.

No?

All right, then. 30.

As you're being so difficult.

How about this?
50-50. Why settle for anything less, eh?

60-40.

Leopold, I don't know if you noticed, my son,
but you're in urgent need of a fucking doctor.

50-50.

Good boy.

All right, then, Arthur. Take him down.

Fuck!

You really have excelled yourself this time,
haven't you, Arthur? Brilliant. Fucking brilliant.

Eastern meditation music

Omar, it's my own interpretation, innit?

- You need to find your centre.
- Get off my leg!

- Find your centre.
- Stop messing... Omar!

Omar, you're messing with
my delicate energy field here, all right?

OK, OK.

- Cocksucker.
- Find your centre, Omar.

Hello?

You've got one chance, mate - yes or no -

to be the number one shite
in this particular cesspool.

Bugger me sideways. Felix DeSouza, you
misguided wanker. I'm already number one.

Always was a bit of a pock - Leo Durant

- Now he's a dead pock
- Dead?

Hang on, Felix. It's my other line.

Hello?

I need to find Felix.

Hello, Dawn.

Time to scratch that itch, is it?

Well, he's gnawing my fucking wigwam.

- Where does he hang out these days?
- Hang on a minute, Dawn.

Felix...

Listen, me and er...

My associate and I
have selected you to deal with.

Well, aren't I just the luckiest bugger alive?

- Stay there.
- I don't fucking believe it.

- Have you tried Re-Fresh, Pink Factor?
- Yeah, all of them.

Hang on a minute, tiger.
Just let me deal with this.

Let me talk to him.

The deal is $20 million

The deal is non-negotiable.
The deal expires at midnight.

Oh, Mr. McElroy, 20 million sounds fannytastic.
Yes!

Negotiation's for arsewipes. If you're not here
by midnight, I'll shit myself with woe.

I want samples, Mr. McElroy.
Supersonic samples.

I want frost, I want 100,000 miles an hour
of intergalactic spaciness. See ya.

We in the house.

Hya Daw Sorry to keep you

There might be one person
who knows where he is.

Fuck.

What the fuck is that?

Congratulations pal
That's your new Cooper

Mini Cooper.

Have I got to sort out
every fucking problem?

A laboratory. Or as you would say, a lab-oratree.

We need a lab, Felix.

I'm sure that's dead easy where you come from.
Fucking lab on every corner, is it?

Piss off.

Well, shit in a bag and punch it. She's back.

I need to find Felix.

And what do you need from me?
A map and a fucking compass?

Shirley...

You broke his heart.
Did you even give a thought about that?

- This was a mistake.
- Most sensible thing you've said.

Are you still shooting people for a living?

What kind of fucking career is that, then, eh?

- Look, can I come in?
- And do what? The dirty stop-out

doesn't come home till breakfast.

Really good to be home.

It's great to see you again, love.

Baby, it's still you I'm thinking of

Don't be cruel

To a heart that's true...

I wanted to see the world.

Liverpool isn't the world.

I couldn't take America.
It was like fucking Albania in neon.

And that stupid football shirt.

What kind of man jumps into bed shouting,
"Come on, you Reds"?

She made me laugh.

Good shag, though.

I tell you, she'd kill anyone for me,
I'll say that for her.

He's got problems.

She's got problems.

Shouldn't have come back.

Better off.

I need everything on this list.

I'm dying for a smoke.
You haven't any ciggies, have you?

I'm sorry. Cigarettes are bad for your health.

So's a fucking punch in the throat.
I need fucking nicotine now!

No need to shout at me.
I'm Pakistani, not deaf.

- Take a puff on this!
- Oh, fuck off.

You?

You! Dress-wearing er... monkey-boy.

Monkey-boy!

You're going to take them drugs of yours
and make it work for us.

- And where would I do this?
- In my lab.

- You got a lab?
- Yeah, of course.

What do you take us for?
Rank fucking amateurs?

Come on!

Just say no.

How the fuck did we end up in here?

One little mistake... 30 years ago.

All of these items are over-the-counter.

Nothing illegal here.

You're no fucking help, are you?

I beg to differ. You see, it's not the ingredients
themselves which determine the effect

but the manner in which they're combined.

These kids are getting very smart.

He's right.

The ravers are the key.

Aren't you the clever little chunky monkey?

You keep banging on about my weight.
You're crossing a line.

Arthur, it was a joke.

It was a joke. Smile.

Smile.

You fat cunt.

Yo, Blowjob.

P-O-S 51. Comes in blue or race-car red.

Destination: stratosphere.

Only, this one gets you there in 60 seconds.

You try one first.

Thought you'd never ask.

P-O-S 51 ?

You can't call it that.

Punters'll feel like right tits
asking for tabs of 438 l-O-U,

whatever the number is.
No-one's going to know what they're on about.

These scumbags spend their entire life
smacked out of their heads.

Numbers - they couldn't even tell you
what fucking time it is.

All right, Mr. Smug, what have you done?

I think the shit's about to hit the fan.

- Curry was a bad idea, lads.

- Oh yeah

Please. Please.

Oh, thanks. Oh, thanks.

Brothers gonna work it out.

Brothers gonna work it out

He's a chemical brother! Mr. McElroy... welcome.

- How you doing, man?
- Spectacular is what I'm doing.

Spectacular

Nice skirt. Special occasion, is it?

Are you going to be all right here on your own?

- She's here.
- Right.

- Everything all right, lads? Problems?
- No, man. Nothing we can't handle.

Every chemical used in the production
of this drug is 100% legal.

Not one ingredient is found on any known
government's banned substance watch list.

Hell, you can ship super tankers of this shit.

You can even lay a goddamn pipeline
and no-one would bat an eye.

P-O-S 51.

It's all that.

And it can be yours.

If the price... is right.

Chemistry... Mr. McElroy.

What is chemistry...

..but the ability to attract adoration in others?

You see, you're like me, Mr. McElroy.

You're a sky-highatrist, I'm a sky-high artist.

See i always knew 'd be a drug dealer
even when i was a kid

I saw my dad hit my mother
my mother hit my brother

my brother hit my sister,
and my sister fuck my father.

So i suppose it's inevitable, really.

You'd have to be on drugs
just to live in that madhouse, wouldn't you?

Drugs are good, Mr. McElroy.

Drugs are our mates.

Fuck. I'm getting on my own nerves.

What I'm trying to say to you, Mr. McElroy, is...

..I'm very much attracted
to what you have to offer.

How are you doing, Felix?

Well, my boss is dead...

..can't get a ticket for tomorrow's match,

and, oh, yeah,
I've got a fucking bullet hole in the arse.

Apart from that,

I'm tiptop.

So who's the target?

You've got that look in your eye.

I've been looking for you

Oh, yeah? For old times' sake
or for the company I keep?

Little bit of both.

So, you have got me on your list, then?

You've always been on my list.

40 years ago

a rock-and-roll revolution
was launched in this town.

Tonight, we're going to launch a new revolution.

One that will rock and roll your senses.

And you... are my test pilots.

You're going to kiss the sun
and taste the motherfuckin' rainbow.

Are you ready?

Are... you... ready?

Then let's get ready to party.

Have you any idea how much I missed you?

Why didn't you stay with me, then?

What, me? in America? Don't be soft!

Besides, I don't know who you are any more, girl.

It's been nearly two years.
I haven't heard a word.

Still...

I always hoped...

..you might...

change your mind...

..and come home.

We could have a fresh start.

Aren't you going to say anything?

This, Mr. McElroy, is a fucking miracle.

Drug use will reach epidemic proportions,
revolutions will break out, governments will fall!

20 million, and not a penny less!

- Where do I sign?
- Si... Sign?!

This ain't some written contract.

The kind of agreement I could take you to court
and sue your ass over.

You fuck me on this deal,

I gotta take out a contract just to get even
on the goddamn contract!

We think we have an agreement,
we think we see things the same way.

Either we do, or we don't.

You're either in, or you're out.

You give me the money, I give you the formula.
Are we clear?

Crystal, Mr. McElroy. Crystal.

I'm not Leo Durant. I'm a man of my word.

Get in my way,

and I'm gonna have to shoot you.

Get in my way,
and I'm gonna have to shoot you again.

I've got to work, babe.

Fucking cow!

Oh, fuck!

Can't a brother just deal some goddamn drugs?

Time to go, Elmo.

Mr. Kane. Is it that time of the month already?

I thought you weren't due till next week,
you eager beaver.

Now, ain't that always the way?

Elevator music, a nigger in a kilt,

and a chick with a nickel-plated nine.

And now a word from our sponsor.

That ain't no Liverpool accent.

- Say hello, Elmo.
- Hello, Elmo.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder Elmo

And The Lizard so full of

motherfucking fonderence for you

that he got on this plane just to come see you.

I'm touched.

- You will be.
- You got my cash?

You're flush, sweetcakes. You are flush.

He's looking forward to seeing you.

So, what's the price tag on my ass?

It's enough. Move.

Last stop. There's nowhere from here but down.

Reel me in!

Why would I dream of doing a stupid thing like that?

- Pull me up, will you?
- Fold or call?

- What?
- You play poker. Fold or call?

- I'm your last chance, girl.

I'm that out you've been looking for.

I'm only gonna make this offer once.

You either take it
and get out from under The Lizard's ass

or you stay a slave
and wonder where your life went.

You think you can save me, do you?
Look where you are!

- Get real!
- A million in bonds, untraceable.

That's real! That's a fresh start.

Try quitting while you're ahead
for a change... Dawn.

- No.
- No?!

I want 10% of your deal with Iki.

You're negotiating with me?!

Look at your options.

10%.

Have a look at yours.

All right.

Now that is a lovely dress.

Need the extra room, do you?

Tell me something. I'm intrigued.

Is it true that you fellas are equipped
with incredibly...

..large...

Fuck!

Thanks.

My pleasure.

You can move your arm now.

Right, then you Scouse git

In the last 12 hours

this city has gone from a peaceful,
fun-loving, Utopia

to an all-out fucking war zone.

And I, Virgil Kane...

Well, I want to know why.

Nobody cuts me out of anything
in this parochial pisshole.

You smell that, Felix. Smell it.

- Smell it!

That is essence of Durant.

And Durant got what he deserved.

So, when a deal goes down,

you, my old sausage, will fix it. Time and place.

And then you will call me.

Otherwise... Accessory to murder.

Possession of a firearm.

You fuck me,

I'll have you on your hands and your knees,

with your arse in the air, exposing your rusty
sheriff's badge for the next 20 years.

So ask yourself, are you going to help restore

some national pride,
and stick one on the Yanks?

Or, like the rest of your life,
are you going to piss it all away?

Are you going to help me

to help you?

Eight hours till kickoff.

It's a big game.

Let's just see if you come good.

Mr. Kane.

See ya!

- You'll never walk alone, eh, mate?

Help me to help you? Cunt!

How do you think that motherfucker
would do against people who diss

like Soso McGure, Griffy
They'd be knocking this shit out the park

He can't throw that kinda heat!
Kevin's got what's goin' on here!

- You don't know what you're talking about
- Bullshit

Kevin Brown couldn't carry
Sandy Koufax's jockstrap.

You've been listening to too much Vince Scully.

You need to get your ear out of the radio,
and carry your ass out to the ball game.

Sorry, but er...

..have I missed something?

What the fuck is that?

- Black pudding. Fried pig's blood.
- Oh!

Are you two planning on filling me in, or what?

Elmo's propositioned her.

Nice one, Shirley.

I'm listening.

Lizard offered Dakota 250K
to deliver my live ass to him.

I've made her a significantly better offer.

And I'm thinking... she might entertain...

..certain sentimental reasons
for not doing her job.

The question is

whether it's going to pay me... to be sentimental.

Look, we have a choice.

We can use our "Get out of jail free" cards,

or we can choose "Stop, do not pass Go".
Do not collect 20 million dollars.

Do we have a deal?

Do that again, I will definitely fucking shoot you.

Shut your gob! Go and get yourself cleaned up!

- And no shagging up there!
- Yeah.

No shagging up there.

We do this job and we get out.

It's what we all want, isn't it?

Just to get out.

So, what's the plan?

You tell me.

What's the plan?

You tell me.

Listen! It's got to come from your belly.

Right deep down!

It's your birth trauma.

Now cleanse your charkas and let it all out.

- Let it go!
- I'm trying, you fucking fairy!

All right?

- All-righty. Good morning.
- All right, let's finish this deal.

My sentiments exactly.

- Any particular venue?
- No airports no hotel rooms

no dockyards, no barges, no pharmacies,

- no animal-testing labs.
- Oh!

- No rooftops.
- Riddles! Riddles! I love riddles.

No abandoned warehouses or rave clubs.

I want total privacy

in a very public place.

And security.

Cops. Lots of them.

And witnesses. Thousands of witnesses.

- You getting my drift?
- We er 've got a certain er

business indulgence, shall we say,
that I could er... utilise.

- So, what time's kickoff?
- Three o?clock sharp

I'll be there.

Football and drugs.

A perfect Saturday afternoon.

Liverpool!

Liverpool!

Come on!

Charkas!

No, no, no, no, no, chubster.

- You stay here.
- What for?

I don't know. Keep your eyes peeled on the exit.
And try for fuck's sake to blend in, cunt!

This clown better deliver.

Don't worry. Iki put something like this together
a couple of years ago now.

Yeah? What happened?

They all died.

We get in, we get out.

What about the game?

- We're staying to watch the game, right?
- Dude, I'm in, then I'm out.

Virgin Atlantic announce
the arrival of Flight ES12 from Los Angeles

Any glass bottles?

Good afternoon, gentlemen.
Welcome to Anfield, the home of football.

- Too right, pal.
- McElroy, DeSouza.

Yes, sir. Take the lift to the third floor.
It's the first door on your right, sir.

Thank you.

- Sir?
- Don't you want to search me?

Guests for the executive suites
are never searched, sir.

Right. I knew that.

Welcome! Come in, come in.

Excellent.

I'm nothing if not hospitable, Felix.
Make yourself at home.

Iki: I'm so excited I could shit!

- Huh?
- Right, Mr. McElroy, a drink

while tell you about my plans

Oh I've got plans Mr. McEroy

- Big fucking plans.
- Hey hey hey!

No talk. You want a beverage?

I'll fix your beverage while you get the 20 mill.

I give you the formula, you smile,

we toast,

we pretend we're friends,

- and we go our separate ways.
- Foreplay Mr. McEroy

- It's the only way to a good relationship.
- Ah

Iki, my love, we're way past holding hands.

20 million in bonds. Untraceable.

What?! Is that supposed to be 20 mill?

I'm not heftin' gold bars around the shop, am I?
It's not fucking Goldfinger, is it?

Easy, flower.

Where's my formula?

Wish you were here?

I'm fucking there, Mr. McElroy. I'm fucking there.

An inspired choice, I must say,

my er... chemical brother.

Cheers.

Ah-ah-ah-ah!

I never was one to be too sentimental.

Elmo!

It ain't often

that a blowed-up motherfucker gets to chat
to the motherfucker that blowed him up.

You got that right.

Usually, the blowed-up motherfucker
has the courtesy to stay blowed up.

I'll try to be more accommodating next time,
Elmo.

Ooh, cocktails! What are we celebrating?

Oh, er... we're toasting...

..our deal, Mr. Lizard.

- Our deal?
- Not your deal.

Hands across the ocean you might say

Fucking twat.

Elmo Mix-Master.

Cheers.

- I love your touches.
- To a global partnership.

To a global partnership!

Fucking limey bastard.

Global partnership, my ass!

My money is on good old-fashioned
American monopoly, you son of a bitch!

Besides,

England ain't nothin'...

nothing' but the 51st. state!

Don't you just fucking hate it
when a motherfucker stabs you in the back?

The Lizard travelled 12,000 miles
to settle accounts with you!

So? What?

You gonna tell me how much you missed me,
or are you gonna shoot me?

I'm sick and tired of fucking chasing your ass!

Now, you give me my fucking goods,
and you give 'em to me fucking now!

You better chill with that shit, motherfucker.

- own you!
- You own me?

- I fucking own you!
- You own shit!

Go ahead, kill me. Put me out of my misery
for the first time in 30 years.

But you will no longer take what is mine.

Fucking right. 10% is mine.

- Five!
- Five fucking per cent of that's mine.

Shut the fuck up!
I don't even know who the fuck you are!

Oh, you've got some big fucking onions, Elmo.

This...

is the most expensive candy on the market.

The drug's a fake, you know.

It's bogus. It's what we chemists call a placebo.

It's whatever you want it to be.

You can run all the tests you want,
and it'll look like the best shit in the universe,

but the ingredients... they cancel each other out.

Fucking confusing The Lizard
ain't gonna fucking help your cause, Elmo.

You've gotta give big ups to marketing.

The ability to make people believe.

The power of suggestion.

P-O-S

51.

I don't give a shit!
Is this fucking science lecture over?

It will be in... 23 seconds.

t takes 10 seconds for an imbibed liquid
to reach the stomach

It takes the human body 81 seconds to heat
that liquid to the point of chemical volatility.

You... have 12 seconds left.

12 seconds?
What the fuck are you talking about?

And what is the big fucking umbrella?

Freeze!

- Oh!
- You lumpy

in the kaftan, drop the gun.

Nice and controlled. How's my timing, Felix?

It's fucking perfect.

That cleared my sinuses.

Drugs...

always kill you in the end.

Whoa! Whoa. Whoa, shit!

All right, lads.

Get the cuffs on this cockney twat!

As agreed.

What about the drug?

You conned us.

I conned them...

We got paid.

Is this,

or is this not, worth 20 million dollars?

This castle's worth,

I'd say, more like...

seven, seven and a half.

Do you want to see the game?

Easy come

Easy go

Watch the world flow

Mr. McElroy,

you are a genuine McElroy like myself,
you say.

This is the tartan of my slave master.

I now claim his castle and his lands for my own.

I see.

- But will you not now be making your putt?
- Aye

Congratulations, Mr. McElroy.
An outstanding round of golf.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

Well!

I can tell you, it's the first time
that's been seen on the 18th green.

Elmo's in the house!