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- Give me ten minutes, Ray.
- Yes.

- Bobby.
- Chief.

- A beer and a sun egg.
- I'll fix it.

If you want to be the king of the jungle,
it is not enough to act king.

One must be the king.
There must be no doubt.

For doubt, chaos causes
and one's own downfall.

Hello my love.
It's our date night tonight.

- Kl. 21 at River Café.
- Kl. 21 at River Café

Who's with you? Praise, who is with you?

- CREW -
www.shareuniversity.org

Sound, sound.

- Fletcher.
- Buenos tardes, Raymondo.

I should kill you with that cake roll there.

Now, don't be a bitter pussy.
I just want to have a drink with you.

I have a meeting on Saturday
on your favorite newspaper -

- as the best private detective
in this little spot.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen."
They will give me 150,000 -

- to get some dirt. It is well
for me, but in this case, -

- then it's bad for you.

Big Dave, the excellent editor,
nourishes a terrible antipathy -

- to your boss and his
delicious bridal mix of friends.

He wants the bucket under him and
everyone who enjoys him.

Home. Bum.
Blood and feathers everywhere, treasure trove.

Come to the point, Fletcher.

Your boss has extremely deep pockets -

- and I want to encourage him
to take a small grip on them.

What are you talking about?

If you're nice to lend me 20
millions of pounds, then you get it all.

Memory cards, contact sheets,
recordings. Everything.

And a humble little movie script,
I myself have written.

Wait a minute. We just left
£ 150,000 to £ 20 million.

- That's a lot in 30 seconds.
- But you're lucky.

There is nothing compared to,
what I could and probably should demand.

Thank God you are not greedy,
Fletcher, your insane shit.

I like,
when you are dirty in the mouth of me.

I can feel myself swelling.

Have a drink with me. It tastes so mummy.

I've looked it up in an app. 1500?

Think you can use so many
money on a bottle of whiskey.

Now you get a story that shows,
why my price is as it is.

- You have to play with me, Ray.
- I do not want to.

- Would you please?
- No.

You gotta fucking play with me, Ray.

- Okay.
- Wonderful.

Imagine a character as in one
book, a play -

- or a movie, but not
digital, not one on a usb connector.

An analog film, a chemical process.
Preserve the film's graininess.

Oldschool 35 mm film.

I see this through a lens,
and I'm not talking about the small screen.

This is not TV, Raymond.
It's in the old movie theater format,

- what we in the industry call
anamorphic or 2.35: 1, -

- and you go with me
a cinematic journey, -

- because this is a beautiful,
beautiful cinema experience.

Reach. Camera rolls.

Here comes our hero.
He looks great. He is good-looking.

A golden adonis, a beautiful suckling pig.
His name is Mickey Pearson.

Mickey has a unique prehistory.
American-born Rhodes recipient.

He was born wise but poor.
Far from the subclass of the United States -

- to the 1000 year old
University of Angleterre, -

- where he studies
the art of hortonomy.

But he never finished reading -

- because he found his calling.
An uneducated call.

He's a bad boy,
who start selling wonders -

to his rich upper class friends.

And he realizes he's pretty good at it.
He has clear goals,

- and he can surf
the top social strata.

He knew how to
took advantage of its advantage.

He was a hungry animal.
He was fierce and merciless.

Clever and quick. Charismatic and clever.

But he had to do naughty
things to establish -

- and show that he wasn't just
bite, chest muscles and brown skin.

He was not pure talk.

He had an engine under the radiator helmet.
And a gun.

So he does not have completely clean flour in the bag.
He has struggled to the top.

It was in the early days.
He had cowboy mentality and gait.

What good is he for today?
100? 200? 500 million?

But now the story unfolds.
He has reached a place of life in life.

Middle-class life has hit him.

It has ruined his thirst for horrors.
He has become soft.

He wants out of the business.

And he has found the perfect customer.
Hard clip, thank you -

- for a gala dinner.

Thanks to Michael Pearson for
his endless generosity.

Mickey has cultivated a special
relationship with the learned -

- and free-spirited Matthew Berger.
Yes, Raymond.

I know of the rich, Jewish
cowboy, which creates drama here.

And thanks to Matthew Berger,
who unexpectedly donated enough to -

- that we can build whole
the Department of Cognitive Therapy.

They have met each other before. Who knows where?

Maybe to the annual
narcobaron congress in Las Vegas.

They have traded little,
but now the great trade must be in house.

It was surprising Matthew.
Now I understand your place for the table end.

You fucked me, you naughty slut.

- You hit lavishly with the fine.
- I'm lavish everywhere.

And you understand the importance
of dressing properly.

Yes. I think it's important to take
ownership in all matters of life -

- not least in terms of one's wardrobe.

There is a season to every look
and a strategy for each season.

Now the alpha dogs are galloping.
They don't actually talk about clothes, Raymond.

They are like dogs sniffing
each other's intellectual assholes.

Good old-fashioned dick painting.

I look forward to trading with you.

- Do you just want to apologize?
- Of course.

Let's say good night to our host.

- What do you say then?
- I do not really know.

- Your grace.
- He's an unpredictable fox.

Trust me. Lock him into the henhouse,

- and there will be blood and feathers everywhere.

After the pheasant hunt on the farm
they start to like each other.

It looks fucking good, Ray.

I am impressed with your enterprise.

I have no idea how to do it,
and I'm in the pot business myself.

How to grow 50 tons of super skunk,
without anyone noticing how?

Flattering, Matthew.

I think your huge brain
bones to figure it out.

One should recognize the skill of others.
Give me the numbers again.

200 million in revenue per annum.
100 million in profit.

But your people know it well.
They have been checking the numbers for months.

I'll sell it to you
total for 400 million.

But you knew that already. Jump in.

I can't go into detail,
but there is a lot of money at stake.

What is it worth to have the power?
to be able to stop such an enterprise?

A greedy man would demand
half the selling price -

- but a wise man would know,
that 20 million pounds -

- is uncomfortable enough to,
that everyone becomes comfortable with fashion.

You're a clever creative little toddler,
when you come up with a plan like this one.

Yes, but it wasn't me who invented it.
It was Big Dave.

He brushed me on Mickey.

Rode in his hiding, see if he's bad.

Mickey Pearson, the odious
yankee gangster, we fix him.

He's probably got a new friend.
Lord Pressfield.

Question: the Lord Pressfield?
His grace? Duke?

Yes. Which once was
number four in the throne.

Apparently Pearson has squeezed
get up in his fat upper-class ass.

The task is yours, Fletcher.
I need a creative snuff cock.

- You're my favorite bloodhound.
- Remember who you're talking to, Dave.

- I remember, Fletcher.
- The check must not disappoint me.

The figure is 150,000.

He wants the bucket under him,
but I will do you a favor.

And you also get something for the money.
You can make the screenplay into a movie.

We can make it together.
We can be partners.

You have taught me that you have to grieve
for themselves, and now it's my turn.

After all, I'm in the fall of my life, Ray.

Why would Big Dave hurt my boss?

Two months ago, Mickey got
Dave to feel like an idiot.

Henry. Mickey.

- How?
- He didn't want to shake his hand.

- Dave. Daily Print.
- Yes.

No, editor at Daily Print.

Dave had been after one of Mickey's lords.

The Lord had enjoyed himself with one
of his handsome, young foot soldiers.

After the sensation, the job and retirement were smoking.
Then the wife slipped.

And his children slapped his hand.
Dave doesn't do a swine stroke half.

But nobody does anything to him. They are scared
for Dave to write about them.

But Mickey has a huge set of buns.
He offended him -

- in front of the ones Dave wanted,
he was an equal. Lords and ladys.

People, Mickey was totally comfortable with.

- Sorry, gentlemen.
- It was like ripping Dave's cock off.

- You were asked to fuck off.
- The gas went off him completely.

- That's not enough reason for revenge.
- He wants to smash Mickey.

And he would succeed,
if it wasn't for ...?

You are a flabby fantastic and now you must go.

Stop it. I'm still running
to give you a lotion.

There is a reason why
that neither Matthew nor anyone else -

- can figure out,
how Mickey does what he does.

How to grow 50 tons of Den
white widow's Superstilton every year?

There is a lot of room for,
so where does he secretly do it?

You can't just dig a hole
and throw 200 containers there.

You have to be creative.
You have to have a good angle to it.

The problem is that there is not
a lot of land in this country.

And there is public
access to private land.

And people have rights. Dog walkers.
Yes, you just jog on.

Hiking trails, the public right,
walking, badgering friends.

And every curious fool
with too much time on hand.

Good morning.

And they have groups, forums,
meetings, social media, -

- and they love to gossip and gossip about
people mowing grass without permission.

And then there are the helicopters,
the drones, Google Earth, -

- cultural heritage sites,
ward councils and so on and so forth.

And it is,
before you have powered on.

So what is Mickey's unique method?

The hat of how brave,
elegant and full of class it is.

And what is that method?

One has to understand the culture
to understand the man.

Burgosians, aristocrats.
Dukes, duchesses, lords and ladys.

Lots of land and no skis.
Houses to be maintained.

Cash is irresistible -

- for the class that got bitch
of the left and the inheritance tax.

Every time you inherit a fortune,
one loses half to the state.

Then I come as a fucking guardian angel -

- and offer to help them
to keep track of their houses.

And they don't think about what I'm doing,
as long as the cash flows in.

A lord is good to have,
but he is difficult to obtain.

There must work, wine,
women and nightclubs for.

12 places, 12 farms.

There are a thousand of that kind
goods in the UK.

Bonne chancemed to try
to find them all.

That is it. That's my infrastructure.

And that's it, the gentleman,
you with my blessing pay for.

Is it so discreet and lucrative,
as you say, I buy it all.

But no more foreplay, Michael.
I want to see the plants.

I have done a lot to do
my undertaking invisible, Matthew.

You wouldn't know,
if you stood on my smoker.

In fact, you're on my smoker right now.

It's a big business, Michael.

A shame, it goes bankrupt at ten
years when everything becomes legal here.

And what do I have to pay for it?

One snout under half a mile?
(A little under half a billion)

That's the price.

Come and see,
what you get for half a mile.

A great tool shed
for $ 400 million.

- Is the ball hammer included in the price?
- Of course. Let me show you the seams.

Watch your head. Just go on, guys.

England's green, beautiful fields.

What a stitch.

The place, the staff, the technology.

You buy the substructure for
the upcoming superstructure, -

- with the purchase they follow
best available plants, -

- the best botanists and
pot sommelier in the world -

- and the most innovative
marijuana technology on Earth.

And when it can be sold legally -

- and demand exceeds supply, -

- will these plants,
the boys here with their green fingers -

- and my superior technology
worth a lot, -

- and you can own it all.

It took 15 years, after alcohol
became legal at home again, -

- before the legal market
could meet the need. 15 years.

And that is if you do nothing about it.
It's a win-win no matter what.

And I'm not greedy.
We both know that 400 million is fair.

Especially when you think about,
that when the pot becomes kosher,

- it will be between 200 billion
and half a billion pounds worth.

Per year. Pot.

Smoking.

Skunk Lade.

The White Widow's Superstilton.

It's the new gold fever.

It's the thin end of a thick bump of cheese.

If the bump is so thick,
why don't you keep it?

I have a reputation for being one,
that has fought me to the top.

You could say,
that there is blood on these fine hands.

But under the new,
legal business model -

- which is regulated on respectable
show by a ministry, -

- the company needs a face
outward with an unstressed past, -

- and unfortunately I do not possess that.
The retirement life doesn't sound so bad.

Long walks.
Prune roses with my better half.

Get me some kids. I deserve that.

Cultivating the goods is not everything.
Give me your European contacts.

I've seen how you make the sausage.
Tell me about the butcher shops.

Coming later, Matthew,
when the money is on the way.

Now that we have understood
the protagonist's dilemma -

- so let's look at the antagonist.

Many miles away,
beyond the open plains, -

- galloping another beautiful,
wild beast towards the water hole.

- Who are you talking about now?
- I'm talking, Raymondo, about Dry Eye.

Oh, Dry Eye. What is he?
Chinese, Japanese, Beijingese?

Down on his knees to see then. Dirty dragon pigs.

The yellow danger. Gambling is his metier.

He comes out like a wild,
young lightning Chinese. Scared, scared, scared.

Damn suckling pigs!

I'll stop you straight. It sounds
not like the Dry Eye I know.

I just wanted to see if you listened, Raymond.

Let's cut it instead
a little anticlimatic, -

- but charming and elegant Dry Eye.
Like a Chinese James Bond.

With ricens to kill.

- Open them.
- Yes, boss.

My Goodness.

Rinse them off, load them, and get them started.

- Let me see 432.
- Yes, boss. Right here.

120 rims, 32 LS motors,
60 custom built ...

Okay. Pay the man.

Sorry guys. You got a prize for
a 20-footer, and it's a 40-footer.

- It will double up.
- Double up?

A gentleman's award is a gentleman's word.

That lesson must either you
or your family pay for.

- Do we understand each other?
- Yes, boss.

Give the slack his money.

Well, let's forget about Dry Eye a little
and return to Mickey.

If you think you should smoke it
in here, please don't.

It is confusing.
Should I not quit smoking or believe.

Okay, I'll turn it off.

Now it's time for you to stay
presented to our Queen.

Harold, the bag.

A cockney-Cleopatra for
Mickey's Cowboy Caesar.

The only weak link in his
otherwise unbreakable armor -

- is his passion for and,
some would say, obsession with -

- his beautiful wife.

I'm trying to do
You a favor, Mike.

But every time I do, it costs me.

Why is Miss Kova still here?
The rank should have been finished.

- I'm not talking to you, Mike.
- Rodge is working on the Ranger.

How often should I say,
that I don't want Rodger out here?

This is a haven for ladies.
Where is he?

In the office with your husband.

Misha, treasures,
you're out of here in 20 minutes.

I'm going to spin in half an hour.

20 minutes and it's free.
Lisa, champagne.

- Mike, are you still there?
- Yes.

If you are,
who then orders spare parts?

What do you think?

It rings at the bell but not too loud.
Dipped in honey.

Completely true. But you always have
brewed a good cup of tea, Mickey.

- Good smoker.
- Hi, Ros.

What the hell is going on here?
I should have known you were behind.

Rodge should work,
but you smoke a fat on him.

- I'm on now, boss.
- You should be.

Now don't be mad at Rodge. He has
nose for it and do me a favor.

- Dodge, down to work.
- I'm gone.

- What are you doing here?
- I wanted to drink tea with my wife.

Well then put water over.

The deal is shown in house.

- Do you get cold feet?
- Yeah.

I like to be middle-aged.
Gentrification, private schools, wine -

- and a spoonful of caviar to
cause the medication to slip down.

And above all, I look forward
to spend more time with you.

Cloudy. But don't hang out here
and feel unemployed and lost.

I must say fucking.

Many wives would beg their husbands
about dropping the industry, but not you.

That's because I know you, honey.
You have to make it elegant.

If people hear you want to stop,
it can be interpreted as weakness -

- and there is no smoke from a fire without fire.
It can get expensive.

It must be stopped and without gentrification.

But not you, honey.

Don't do any dirty work.
You have people for that.

- I'm fucking loving you, honey.
- Of course.

Is there a chance?

No, you can wait.

I have a red glow
Russian, I have to take care of myself.

- It's fine with both of you.
- Come on. Fuck off now.

Fletcher, why are you wasting our time?

I know what's happening and
not happening in my world.

But I don't see why Michael
should give you 20 million.

You're very impatient, Raymond.
I'm a storyteller.

- I'm laying narrative tubes.
- Something's going through them soon.

What is that? Is it also a grill?

- Yes, it is, Fletcher.
- I love to grill.

Useful equipment.
It warms the knees and prepares the food.

You have to show me where to buy one.

Just take it if you fuck off now.

Ray.

Can you get a steak?

Yeah okay.

- I've got some wagyu in the freezer.
- I've never tasted wagyu.

It's wasted on you,
but I have nothing else.

- I'll get it.
- No thanks. You just stay here.

- Off, fuck!
- It is hot.

He's kind of like a fox, Fletcher.

Good night, Aslan.

32 LS motors?
Was it all in a 40-foot container?

- Yes.
- How did you get all that?

Do not ask and hear no lies.
Hence the price.

- How much?
- Nothing.

- Okay, what's the price?
- A meeting with your husband.

- Fuck off. It never happens.
- It's in his own interest.

Keep spare parts.
As a sign of my good will.

- You know where to contact me.
- I can not promise anything.

Dry Eye, he got his
palaver with Michael, right?

It was a bold move.

With or without permission ...

of the very dragon king, Lord George.

He's a bad boy, George,
but Dry Eye is the next generation,

- and cinematographers are upgrading
faster than fucking iPhones.

Is he out on something?

Does he start for himself?
Does he have big plans behind Lord George's back?

It was a good move now
for 100,000 pounds of spare parts, -

- everyone knows that the road to one
the man's heart goes through his wife.

You wanted to be a good wife.

Thanks for seeing me, Michael.
I have to say hello from Lord George.

I only do it because Ros asked me to.

- Never contact her again.
- It wasn't to offend you.

- How can I help?
- I can understand that you want to go out.

Out? Out of what?

The bed? The closet?

Don't flirt with me, Dry Eye.
I'm a busy gentleman.

I hear you want out of the business.

And I have an offer for you.

I'll just stop you,
so you don't waste time.

We two should not discuss this.

Opposite salt and pepper,
then it's taken off the table.

Here you have a large number.

- Cash.
- I'm not for sale.

And if I did, there are too few zeros.

There you might buy a man's
sausage too, but it is rude.

You got dropped on it.

You forget the jungle law,
when you look down on me.

When a silver backed gorilla
has more silver than backbone, -

- he should rather get out of the way, -

- before he gets cleared.
It is unworthy.

It's under your dignity, Michael.
I'm doing you a favor.

That's a fucking big number.

And this one?

It's a fucking big gun.

Now you cry anyway, what?

Does it hurt?

- Are you looking for your nuts?
- Fuck!

Where do you think you're going?

Because you don't get out that way,
you came in, your insane duck.

You come here and talk jungle law.
That something was below my dignity?

A silver back?

There is only one rule in this jungle.
When the lion is hungry, he eats someone.

You're wrong, Fletcher.
Michael doesn't.

Yes I know.
It was just for fun.

There has to be some action in a movie.
And Michael has a certain reputation.

Had a reputation. He has been gentrified.

fucking big numbers.

I know your people love fables,
so here's a fable for you.

There was once a young, stupid dragon,
who came to the wise lion -

- to buy his territory.

The lion was not interested,
so he asked the dragon to fuck off.

But the dragon did not understand,
what "fuck off" meant, so he insisted -

- and kept trying
to buy the lion's reverie.

So the lion took the dragon on a walk,

- and shot him in the head five times.

Connect.

It is said that there is a message in the fable.

I do not know,
but you're a smart boy, Dry Eye.

Maybe you can explain it to me.

I think it's time to go, guys.

Michael, I think you should ...

Think about it.

In the meantime, you can fuck off.

Mickey was happy,
that he took that meeting, right?

Yes, it went well after all.
Do you want the front end or the back end?

Rear end, thank you, honey.

Then it started to go wrong.

Were there no rats at one of Mickey's farms?

Come on.

Quietly. Quietly.

Ind.

Down with the caps.

Come on. Off.

Shit.

Holy shit!

Ahh, what?

- They said there would be the smoker.
- They took it seriously.

- Oh, it's already packed.
- We should not waste time.

Let's get it loaded.

- Who the hell are you?
- Put on the cap.

- Do you know who owns the dung here?
- We don't fucking care.

You have been shown the wrong place.

- Oh, Tezza!
- What?

Fancy a fight?

- Who are the looters?
- They want to steal our smoker.

- Marv!
- Who's that dick?

- John!
- It's the oldboys team.

Oh, Frank.

- Where are your rollators?
- Oh, Mo!

- Are there more rabbits in the cage?
- Will you just warm up?

- Not for the sake of infants.
- Three, guys. Three.

- Oi!
- Are you out on something, Besse?

- Two burgers, boss. A little fast.
- And twice ferrets.

Why the smell of piss in here?

- Who the fuck is that?
- Not too close, kid.

You have rinsed your mouth in cat poop.

Two steps back, and wait
that it will be your turn.

- Shit, old man, or I'll stab you.
- The only thing you stick is off.

- Two steps back.
- Trigger. It's you. Come on.

It is you. Come on. Take him.

- Fucking naked him.
- Stick him.

If you want to stab, then plug, Trigger.
We are not here to dance.

Are you in a Four Tops relationship?
Forhuderne. The redskins.

Here comes the Indians.
A little Northern soul, what, boys?

You make Marvin totally gay. It's running for me.
Give me something to work with.

What do you have for me? Something fast and fun.

Fuck you.

It was disappointing.
Please try again. Please try again.

Say something sharp that I can cut myself.

- Fucking naked him!
- Yes come.

Shit! Come on, dick.

- My eyes!
- You are embarrassing, boys.

Gunggung stings, girls shoot,
boys strike. Adults use their heads.

- The little gray ones.
- He knocked me out.

Get down to the gym,
then we see what you can become.

Wait a minute. Are you Coach?

- Coach, this is Ernie.
- Shit. That's fucking Coach, bro.

- Ernie, what's the matter?
- The ball is in the net masks.

We have taken home a victory and you will
share in it, because you are our mentor.

That does not sound good.

- We got a lot of smokes.
- Listen, Ernie.

Do not.

We are already empty
the trolley in the gym.

Did you take my cart? Wait there.
I'll be there in ten minutes.

Sorry, but I think
you gotta see this, boss.

TODDLERS PRESENT:

FOURTH CHAPTER SKUNK-SMADDER

My name is Eggs Benny,
and I never crack.

They call me Ghost,
for you do not see me coming.

My name is Ernie. The left is
fast, and the right hits hard.

Jim.

JIM IRON Jaw

- Why do we see match porn?
- Because it's on one of my farms.

We are Toddlers are you stupid?

We've grown up in a slum
we will sip your foaming foam

as a taxing father, we take yours
parra bang bang now you're in danger

- Coach.
- Turn that shit off, Jim. The office. Now.

- Benny, put that box. Go with Jim.
- That wasn't my idea, Coach.

- Shit.
- Mal, what happened to the nose?

- You have a fight in a week.
- It's not that bad. I'm 100%.

Two thousand plays.

I look too crazy. The lighting is ill.

Post it on net serve
million on sets too easily

boxes of smoker clean top shots that control

lots of boxes we're Toddlers are you stupid?

Boxes of smoker clean top shots that control

lots of boxes we're Toddlers are you stupid?

Be sure to bring the uppercut.

- Is that what I think it is?
- Yes, but the best version of it.

- Say you didn't put it online.
- It's sickly popular. We are a hit.

- It's intergalactic now.
- You can't be alone.

Take it down. Now!

So I was impressed.

They fought well, master.
Whoever has trained them is in control.

- Thanks, that's enough.
- I am just saying.

- Stop doing that.
- Alright thanks.

As soon as I consider
to sell to Matthew -

- and rejects Dry Eye,
then one of my farms gets attacked.

- It's never happened before.
- It doesn't feel like a coincidence.

No. Someone is doing fuckery.

- How did they find the farm?
- Do not know. I'm interrogating.

And Matthew? He must be reassured,
before releasing 400 of the extra long ones.

So many unanswered questions, Ray.
Who can find one of the farms?

Beyond me of course.
And who has nuts for that kind?

And then even buy it film
and put it on the web?

After all, it's just rubbing salt in the wound.

I want to help you, Michael.
I am your friend, your ally. Santa Claus.

And my little nieces can
be very convincing.

Convincing?
Why do I need it?

You've had some trouble. You helped
me when I could not get goods, -

- so this is in return, and so you can
see that I have effective friends.

Elves?

- Elves?
- Yes. You said sneezes.

Did i do that?

No trouble here, Matthew.
No trouble at all.

- We have a small gift for you.
- Do you have it?

What could it be?

It's a letterpress to hold
all the money I give you down.

- It looks like a gun.
- And it's a letterpress.

In this country, opposite ours
homeland, they are, after all, illegal.

So is it to ride without lights on the bike.
Laws are guidelines.

In France it is prohibited to
call a pig for Napoleon.

An outstretched hand over the sea

I like that.

- Thanks.
- An outstretched hand over the sea.

Mickey reassured the Jew,
and the trade seemed to turn into something.

But poor timing that threatens
the deal, and farms that must close.

It can lead to an expensive disaster,
unless Mickey gets it fixed.

Should I be scared?

I do not think,
but I want to be careful.

- What does it mean?
- That I close the gun.

Closes this farm and
makes it disappear.

There will be some trucks in them
coming days, but nothing else.

Losing a million pounds about
the year is going to hurt.

The pain I share.
Stolen goods, loss of profits.

Cost of shutting down
and build a new farm elsewhere.

- The timing couldn't be worse.
- What do you mean?

I've just been told,
that I need a new take on.

I'm just as sorry as you are.

- Henry.
- Mickey.

The burgesses take care of Mickey,
and Mickey takes care of the burgesses.

But there are many burgers to take care of.

- Henry.
- And one accident ...

- I'll fix the roof.
- rarely comes alone.

Only one thing to take care of
more than a burgoy, -

- and that is the offspring of a burgoy,
which leads me to Big Dave.

The reason I did at all
sitting and drinking whiskey with you.

Big Dave wants Mickey down with his neck -

- by using and abusing Lord
Pressfield's highly beloved child.

Pressfield's daughter, the famous
Laura, self-loathing and self-harm,

- has fallen for this Power
Noel's heroin-fueled charm.

I want something about them,
especially Pearson's little mucus, -

- which is in tune with a poor burgoyzer -

- and sells drugs to young people,
generous rock stars with parents, -

- who just ski and are too
stupid to care about them.

- Cool. You're good at this, boss.
- I know, Hammy. Fuck off.

An aristocratic, bulimic,
autotunet singing junkie daughter -

- in a team with a junkie
by an ex-pop star,

- and Mickey Pearson takes care of it
all of them. I like that.

We were overprotective.
But she was our little Lor - la.

Charlie called her that,
because he couldn't say Laura.

We miss her like that, Mickey.
I am a failure as a parent.

- Don't blame yourself.
- Exactly. It is not your fault.

Sounds like Laura got in badly
company at a vulnerable time.

What could we have done?
It has happened to so many of our friends.

- It's a curse.
- May I take a look at it?

- Do you want to help us?
- Let me see what I can do.

- You should buy such a house here.
- That's the plan.

- Everything is alright?
- Do you remember their daughter?

Yes, Laura. Sweet girl, nice voice.
Kneppepop. A shame with her habit.

She's gone.
They've asked us to find her.

- Is it a problem?
- I've done some prep work.

She's a fucking place.
We should not interfere.

- She's in a block of flats in South London.
- And?

It is outside our area.
There's too much we can't control.

- What if she doesn't want to join?
- You have to do it anyway.

I accept that.

- Can't you send Frazier instead?
- No, you're my best man.

I don't like junkies.
Everything is dirty and dirty.

I'm not asking for your OCD
to spend the weekend with them.

It's philanthropy.

Came. You drive.

No good deed goes unpunished.

Now it's your turn, isn't it, Raymondo?
Now you step onto the stage.

- And you're kicking the dominoes.
- What does that mean?

No good deed goes unpunished.
Knock Knock.

- Buenos días.
- You've gone wrong.

My name is Raymond Smith.
May I just come in?

- What do you want, sir?
- I'm not from the police.

I just want to talk quickly
with you about Laura Pressfield.

I don't know her.

It's easier for everyone
parties if I may enter.

No. Fuck off.

Ahh, what?

- Delicious sleigh, bro.
- Sick car.

- But sorry rims.
- We can put chrome suits on.

Desert boots and bootcut jeans.
He definitely needs to bang.

What the hell?

- Move!
- Quiet now.

Stand tubes, girls and boys.

Sit down.

Thanks.

Do we need some fresh air?

- Who are your friends there, Brown?
- Just drop down, young man.

- We're out of here soon.
- No, you're moving now. Fuck off.

- I can be dangerous. Slip!
- Sit down, Power. Take care now.

- Where the hell did he get my name from?
- I know all your names.

Except him the little anomaly there.

I know where you went to school.
I know your parents.

And I know you suck dick
for a little bit of heroin.

Sit down.

Just so you know,
then I work for a powerful man.

- Michael Pearson.
- Ten points for you, Laura.

- Who is Michael Pearson?
- The man who controls the smoker in London.

- He's the alpha pic.
- What's your name, young man?

- Aslan.
- And where are you from, Aslan?

- You don't sound like a native.
- Disneyland.

That sounds right.
You are right that he is the alpha pic.

But he should not hear you say that.
Forget what he's doing when we're gone.

Laura, your dad has asked us to bring you home.

She's not going anywhere.

- Does it matter to me?
- Yes.

I don't roll joints like that
the Americans and the youth.

Reverse scroll, sub scroll,
cocaine rolling and all that shit.

I like to mix
half and half as in the old days.

I never learn to understand,
how you can become addicted to heroin.

If there is one substance,
one should not try, it is hero.

- Have you tried it, Bunny?
- Yeah. I don't even smoke anymore.

Of course not.
Bunny likes to train as you can see.

- What are you doing now?
- 120 kilos.

- What about you, Brown?
- What about me?

- What can I promise?
- You can't lift a fuck, dick.

Reach.

If you want to be naughty,

- what's wrong with a little
smoke, a joke and a glass of wine?

A little Barry White, candle on
the bathtub and finger up the wife?

- Who is Barry White?
- Big black guy.

- Sexy voice.
- I'm confused.

Do I sit in the tub,
while Barry White gives my wife a finger?

Quiet, Brown. You were confused,
long before Barry came in.

If you're unhappy,

- so talk about it with your friends.

Weird friends. Get talking about it.
Find a positive solution.

But no. You choose the misery.

You drown in your whites,
leftist guilt.

- What am I guilty of?
- Being a dick, Brown.

Being a dick.

I'm not your therapist.
I just emit positive vibes.

That's what the smoker was all about.

Yes Yes.

Back to you, Laura.
The queen of this distressed kingdom.

A lone rose in a tar-filled witch cauldron.

Are you ready to start off on a fresh one?
To shut the light in?

On making your parents it
service to try the impossible?

To create your own happiness.

- Okay.
- It was fucking easy then.

Fantastic. Well, Bunny.

- Do you want to help Laura with her stuff?
- I'm on the way.

That's okay, Bunny.
I don't really have any.

This is a shit bitch.

You must not go! Wait!

Sit down!

If you touch me again,
then I'll cut off your arm.

That's okay, Bunny. Continue.

I'm not to be touched by a lousy junkie.

Dave. Just keep the kids busy for a moment.

He probably wants to buy pot. A little smells
- Kush?

Maybe a little Purple Smoke? He has a heavy parra
- stuck.

Keep your smoker.
Buy yourself some stickers.

- And some gum.
- Sick!

So then.

Pikfjæs!

Fuck you!

Fucking wild watch!

- What time is it, mr. Wolf?
- It's five o'clock over fuck off.

Hit him, Brown!

He bought you a gun.
What a nice little gift.

Five years in the damper in a small box.

It's not a gun.
It's a letterpress.

Of course. Along with six little baby balls.

We must get rid of it.

- Hi, Ray.
- Rosalind.

- Sorry to interrupt.
- What then, Ray?

Laura Pressfield is safe at home.

Well.

What else?

One of her acquaintances came out for an accident.

- Shit.
- He fell out a window.

- What time is it, mr. Wolf?
- It's five o'clock over fuck off.

Ahh, what?

- That sounds like an extreme accident.
- Yes. It was more of a death.

- Shit!
- Take a selfie, bro.

- You killed one?
- No, it did gravity.

Who was he?

Aslan.

- A Russian kid with needle marks.
- A Russian kid?

- That does not sound good.
- Did you see?

- Take a selfie, bro.
- Shit.

There is no evidence.

- The body?
- I've taken care of that.

- It's not ideal.
- No.

Don't be fooled,
how the junkies dress.

- They went to expensive private schools.
- Aslan.

Their parents are rocky.
And that can become a problem.

Shit.

You probably didn't tell
Mickey, what happened.

You're fishing, Fletcher, because you have no idea.

You're right. I am fishing.

Now I'm fishing something up
of my little bag here.

What do I find though?

Thank you. Or should I say "spasibo"?

What is the young man doing there?
Is he looking for something down there?

Frazier. boys,
we need your phones.

- Race!
- Go!

Bunny, take him. Get the hang of it.

- Then catch me, dick.
- Your little shit.

Pikspiller!

What do you say, Master?
Now I have backup.

You cannot back up a phone.

- Bro, he's trying to pick up my phone.
- What? Take him, bro.

- How do you want to get out of this?
- Quiet, guys.

You probably have everyone
lots of street points.

Total street and all that shit there.

But I come with peace.

I don't want to steal it. I want to buy it.

For good, honest money.

What? This phone?

- How much?
- A thousand pounds.

And then I'm gone like darkness at dawn.

How about you just give
us the money and progress?

Stop it, dick!

Give me the phone and take the money.

Throw the money and run, kid.

Okay.

Reach.

Put the phone on the ground.

- Fucking pigs!
- What are you doing, Dave?

- He has this one somewhere.
- So I'm trying. Moment.

Ray? May I borrow your toilet? Only glue glue.

Fletcher, get off your shoes.
Place them at the door.

Yes, tomorrow.

Come on, bro. Can't you run faster?

- Dick player.
- No more piss, Bunny.

You're sweating wildly, bro.

You're almost there.

Raise your legs.
You should have worn running shoes.

Are you trying to get to the Olympics?
Fucking Usain Bolt. Come on, Usain.

Phone.

Sorry.

- May I come home now?
- Of course you must, sweet honey.

- Do we have a problem here, Ray?
- I do not know.

- Do we have a problem here, Fletcher?
- I don't see any problems.

I forgot to wash hands.

- Call ahead.
- Sorry, boss.

No? How can so much pot
disappear, without anyone knowing anything?

I haven't heard anything, Coach.

- But there is him Mickey Pearson.
- Who the hell is Mickey Pearson?

You know him well.
He controls the pot market. Ugly guy.

You don't piss on him.
But your boys didn't empty his car.

- You should not think about.
- Chasa, call if you hear anything.

Prime-Time, in the ring with you.

Ernie. Did you get him the Chinese name?

- Phuc.
- What?

- Phuc. Like 'fuck', but with PH.
- Stop that street fuck there.

- Where does he live?
- The nice part of Croydon.

Throw the rope rope.
There is not a nice part of Croydon.

- Relatively speaking, right?
- Oh, Ernie, what are you doing?

Why don't you train, you black pig?
I stand alone up here.

- Did he just call me a black pig?
- Yes.

- It's racist.
- You're black and you're a pig.

Prime-Time doesn't care about your race.

I'm not a pig because I'm black.

He did not say that all blacks are
pig, Ernie. He only talked about you.

And if I'm not mistaken,
then it was lovingly meant.

Prime-Time is gypsy.
I don't call him a twenty-something pig.

Why not? He is probably understanding.
If you say it affectionately.

But now for the matter.
I need the Chinese address.

- You get it tomorrow, Coach.
- Well.

And Coach? I have good news.
I know whose pot it was we took.

And you say that first now?

Did I tell you to stop?

Ernie, it's not now -

- to keep the cards
close to the body.

- Just say it's not Mickey Pearson.
- Coach, are you a gypsy too?

- Did you look in the crystal ball?
- That's not good news, Ernie.

Mickey Pearson is very new.
We are talking debt and violence here.

I need to talk to your boss.

Speak loose.

You conscience the business,
my stupid boys pissed on.

I would like to apologize on their behalf.

My boys are naive. They've had
it's hard and is on the right track now -

- but it's my boys and my responsibility.

I should be blamed for their actions.

I can give you the goods again,
but do not remedy the hassle.

Instead, I offer you mine
loyalty, my word and my time -

- until that debt is paid off.

I'll probably fix it,
but leave my boys.

First I need to know,
how your boys found out -

- where the farm is.
For it is not general knowledge.

Once we get it on
space, then we can talk about it.

I can do even better.

His name is Phuc, but with PH,
so it sounds like "fu-uck".

- So Phuuc?
- What? Yes, something like that.

It's him who came up with the skunkfarm task.
Do you know him?

Yes, we have met
before, not, Phu-uc ... Phuc?

Yes like that. Phu
- uc?

Okay. Now don't do anything stupid.

- How did you know about the farm?
- I need my inhaler.

Moment. You have to tell me,
how you knew about the farm.

I've been shadowing you for months.
Dry Eye got the address.

I can't breathe.
I need it.

Okay, Phuc. Now you have to relax Phucing.

Now get fucking together.

Take care of him.

Okay. Here. Look at me.

- Are you okay? Where is your inhaler?
- There.

Okay, grab a lunge.

Good boy. Like that, kid.

Fuck!

No, stop.

Ray, you have to invest in some parachutes.

- I'm beginning to see a pattern.
- Sorry, boss.

- Who was that Phucboy?
- He's Dry Eyes man.

- You mean Lord George's husband.
- It may well be Dry Eye's work.

- He's in the shoes.
- Yes.

They are still working for Lord George.
I'll take care of myself.

- Lord George.
- Mr. Pearson.

What is due to the honor?

What do you see?

- I'm watching TV.
- What are you watching on TV?

I watch horse racing.

Live via satellite from Hong Kong.

- My only habit.
- That's not entirely true, is it?

What does it have to say?

An habit can be any form
for criminal or bad behavior,

- for example, prostitution,
pornography or drugs, so no -

- horse racing is not
your only habit, Lord.

You are in the habit of all kinds of eyebrows.

- It is something else.
- How?

I convey.
I do not participate in the habits.

What about tea?

- What about tea?
- It's also a habit.

Caffeine is a stimulant.

Is that all,
are you here to talk to me about? Tea?

My favorite habit is
cannabis that you know.

But I'm addicted to selling
it, don't smoke it.

I specifically chose to
deal with marijuana.

There is more money in selling white
and brown powder that you do -

- but my goods don't kill people.
And I like that.

While your poison is, and always has been,

- a destructive force.

So your dissemination gives you
clearly a co-responsibility.

But I'm not here for that
to preach situational ethics.

What the hell are you doing here?

You're waging war on me, George,
and I moonwalker as elegantly as I can,

- but it's damn hard.

Laura!

I don't care about your pot!

You send Dry Eye to me for
to buy my business for small money.

Laura!

Did you think I wouldn't discover it?
You've been shadowing me for months.

Yes, you crossed the line and it costs.

You attacked one of my plants.
You know the rules, George.

What the hell were you thinking?
You attacked one of my plants.

What the hell were you thinking?
What the hell were you thinking, George?

If you try to subvert me -

- or threaten my position again,
may I accept your declaration of war.

Is that understood?

Well.

I can see that you are not feeling well.

It's because I came
shigella bacteria in your tea.

Don't get help,
you want to kill yourself.

Take two of these shower tablets.

You're okay in an hour or two.
Then you can think about what you have done.

And George, if I can get a ram
on you in your own kitchen, -

- I can hit you everywhere.

- Did you do it?
- What?

- Did you attack Mickey Pearson's farm?
- No.

So Phuc went behind your back?

At least he didn't go in front of it.
I did not give him my blessing.

But you offered to buy his
business behind my back.

Yes. Yes I did.

Let me warn you as you warned me.

At one point, the young people replace the old ones.

Beware.

There's something I don't know.
Something between Dry Eye and Lord George.

Whatever it was,
then Lord George was murdered.

You would think,
that it was you or Mickey.

But should we continue?

- Does that arouse your curiosity, Raymond?
- So Matthew knows Dry Eye.

- So what?
- Agree.

Maybe they were just planning
a holiday in the Maldives.

Or talked about the consequences
of leaving the EU.

But I filmed it and got
it mouth-read and translated.

A bit like in the "Interception" from 1974
with Gene Hackman and John Cazale.

Coppola got it squeezed
out between the Godfathers.

I honestly think it's boring.

Matthew is for himself.
Not an average American.

He is international and
even speak a little Cantonese.

Came. You play Dry Eye,
and then I am Matthew.

Came.

Okay.

- Try to follow the mouth movements.
- Yes Yes.

Camera rolls. Action.

- Something happend. Lord George ...
- Hell, Raymond.

It's a little stiff.
Put some energy into it.

And action.

Something happend.
Lord George didn't get through it.

Didn't get through it? We do not have
need to attract squid.

Squid?

What does it mean?
That's a bad translation.

No, the translation is fine.
Matthew speaks filthy Cantonese.

Just fill in the gaps. And action.

- It's all Michael's fault.
- It's not a wise move.

- Don't teach me.
- Whoa?

You heard me well.
Michael's actions have consequences.

Do you think you're the boss here?
Fingers away from my mouse fur.

Muse Pels?

"Don't ruin my trade," he thinks
i, but it's a bit of a killer.

Then Matthew gets angry,
and his translation smokes.

It's something about spring and sweaters.
He is angry.

Dry Eye said something but a fool
was in the way, so I didn't get it.

You speak ruthless Cantonese,
so I say this in English.

I say it once,
so listen, Rubenstein.

It will be like this.

You withdraw.

And I'll take it all.

And you show me respect.

And so it was. I don't have any more.
Sorry, now the show is over.

But it's pretty clear,
that they are not just mahjong buddies.

Fletcher wasn't all that clear.
According to you, -

- then we know,
that Matthew would like to buy Michael out.

- What's new in it?
- Don't worry, my darling. We will.

I'm about to reach the climax.

Dry Eye. Make sure,
that Michael Pearson fines this.

You are the Dragon King now. Fortify your position.

Will happen.

Dry Eye was upgraded. No, Raymond?

But what would he do,
now he has the biggest dragons?

- Give me ten minutes, Ray.
- Yes.

Hi, Ros. It's our date night tonight.
Kl. 21 at River Café.

At 21? It's a deal.

- We are closed.
- Hang up.

- No.
- Hang on, damn it.

Who's with you?

- Praise, who's with you?
- What are you doing here, Dry Eye?

Now it's up and running. I would guess
that you didn't even know,

- that Lord George was dead.
Or what Dry Eye was doing.

Hi, Dry Eye. What will you?

- You want a cupcake?
- No.

You decide.

Who the hell was he?

I don't know what happened
happened because you got away from me.

They have Rosalind. Call Roger.

- Delicious. One more bottle.
- Were you there?

Yes. Of course I was.

He doesn't take it.
Maybe you should put on a harness.

I'll call Rosalind. Let me fix it.

I have it. Watch the road.

Well, Rosalind, don't worry,
but you come with me,

- until I can solve this with your husband.

I'm not going anywhere.

She doesn't take it. It just rings.

- Fuck!
- A bit slower.

Fuck!

You know how it is. Come with me,
otherwise Tony will force you to it.

You're in my office, under my roof.
Tony doesn't need anything -

- other than fucking back to
where he came from.

Tony.

- What is it? Is it a letterpress?
- Funny, you say it.

- Everything can be a letterpress.
- What do you want with it?

Either you find the door, or also
I shoot fat Tony between the eyes.

There are two bullets in this gun.
I don't waste them on warning shots.

You just have to trust me.
The alternative is a bit final.

We just need to check the grammar.
It can't be a bit final.

Either it is or it is not.

Either way, my patience has run out.

I press the trigger,
and then Tony is past.

Tony.

Listen, dick. One more step,
and that's the last thing you take.

Come on, Tony.

You're just trying.

Calm. I am leaving now.

Then your two bullets are used.

Rosalind!

Rosalind!

You fucking don't touch you!

Hey darling.

Hey darling.

So you are basing all of yours
crescendo on a fantasy fetus?

I base my crescendo on
the sum of the individual parts.

Except for a few small details -

- then I can easily sell it
here's juicy drama for Big Dave.

- He wanted to get in his pants.
- You're too smart to blackmail us.

Yes, and of course I have
taken my precautions.

You can do terrible things to me.
Maybe I'll even enjoy them.

- But then you have to leave the country.
- So the story is over, Fletcher?

All this stuff I've built
up, leads to the next part.

Now comes what you called for before.

Clear? Matthew.

He needs people to
to run Michael's business.

He needs a steady man.
One like you.

- Why didn't he ask you?
- That's none of my business.

That's because he already had
envisioned one for that role.

Dry Eye. He promised the Dry Eye job.

But only if Dry Eye helped him
with driving Mickey's price down.

It was Matthew who told Dry
Eye, where Mickey's farm was -

- so he could steal his pot,
so the market value would fall.

That's why Phuc put the protein shakes
steroid wreck on the case.

It was Matthew who put all that into action.

But he did not expect ...

Fuck you, old man! I piss on your grave.

at Dry Eye ...

would kill Lord George.

Dry Eye will no longer please Matthew.
He will not obey anyone.

It will be like this.

You withdraw. And I'll take it all.

Dry Eye likes power,
and he doesn't like Matthew.

So the little dragon just had to be reminded
about who was the boss.

You dipped your toes in the children's pool,
I've been swimming with sharks for 20 years.

Now you need to hear what's happening.

You drown,
and my Mossad crabs will eat you.

And therefore, my dear,
I demand 20 million, -

- not only do I know,
how Mickey's business works -

- but I know it too
man he wants to sell it to -

- trying to force the price down and
indirectly has started a war.

You should call me
your trust consigliere

- or your spy behind the enemy
lines, your knowledge collector.

Impressive. You know more than I know.

Not only am I impressed with yours
knowledge, but also beyond your imagination.

Thank you.

You have 72 hours, -

- and let me say again,
that if anything happens to me,

- then I have an insurance policy.
Everything ends up with Big Dave and in the media.

And you, my darling, end up on Mars.
I would highly recommend that you pay, -

- and then I ride towards the sunset,
while sending air kisses to you.

Now you find the door, you black satan.

- Silly, because I'm not black.
- But it's your soul's power.

Out of my house, because now I want to go to bed.

May I come along?

No, but you can suck
exhaust gas in your stroller.

Maybe I'll join anyway.

You will hear me list
me around in the dark, -

- while I run down a handkerchief.

Okay, 20 million.

You have 72 hours from now.

Tik-tak. Tik-tak.

And then I'm gone.

Tik-tak.

Tik-tak.

He's just left.
He thinks he's really smart.

Begin with Big Dave.

Keep it between us, Hammy,
but Fletcher has something for us.

Beware. Fletcher's ass is for sale.

Yes. He wants 150,000,
but it can provide a week of exclusive fabric.

- What does he have?
- He just tickled me on the nuts.

But he will meet on Saturday,
so there you have to be ready.

Yes, pronto.

- Don't park there. Move the cart.
- We're gone in a minute.

- We're not a newspaper. We are bloodhounds.
- Oh, Russ. Get that cart away.

I'm in the running, boss. Move that wagon. Now.

- In a moment, I said.
- Hello, semen container.

Move the fucking cart.

I warn you. Russ can karate.

Watch out, boys. Russ can karate.

Russ, if you're a little smart,
then you jump into the car now.

Sorry, boss. I only have the blue belt.

Coward. What?

Is this here for YouTube? Breakdance?

I warn you. I'm fucking powerful.

We know that well. You can tell
tell us about it in the back of the car.

I'm not going in there. No. No!

In with him.

Unbelievable.

Well, well.

That's okay, Big Dave. You are in
safe hands. No reason for panic.

- Who are you?
- Don't think about that now.

Whatever has been going on here,
then I have to go back to work.

- Let me go and we'll forget about this.
- You're in the office again soon.

You're a journalist.

I have a story for you.
I am currently -

- part of the film industry.
Yesterday I made one with a huge pig.

Good morning. Two cups of tea.
One with sugar, one without.

Okay, guys. Give us a moment.

There are wet wipes there.
And your clothes are neat on the bench.

When the time is right,
then you press the space key -

- and witness your participation in that movie.

The drug we gave you yesterday,
it really removed your inhibitions.

All you have to do to
prevent this creative expression -

- going viral on social media, -

- is losing interest
for Mickey Pearson.

Now you are allowed to wash.

Space key. And get a little hot to drink.
Maybe you will get better.

You had a fucking hard night.

Enjoy the movie.

Hansen had a farm

and on the farm there was a pig

- How's he doing, Coach?
- He survives.

But I wouldn't have chosen that pig.

We know what he's seeing right now.

Let me tickle your stomach. You are so naughty.

- Oh God.
- I'm shocked too.

- Whine, pig bass.
- Is that who I think it is?

Yes it is.

- And what is your work?
- Where's the sauce?

- You can't do it unseen again.
- No. It's a nightmare.

It will haunt me forever.
There will be no articles.

Okay. You have to do one more thing.

Listen up. I train the boys,
so they can become good people.

I'm not a gangster. I have been
forced to do gangsterting.

But it's not a blank check.
With all due respect, I do one more thing -

- and then it's over.
No good. All good times three.

- All right, Coach?
- No, Ernie. This is serious.

- Dave, in an hour.
- Okay, boss.

Thanks for the tour.

- I am convinced.
- Thanks, guys.

- Should we get the numbers in place?
- They are already in place.

The situation and the market have changed
say, Michael.

The value of your business needs to be recalculated.

- Finally, be specific.
- I'll do that.

You are asking for 400 for 12 plants
and distribution network, -

- which was fair at the time.

But when one of the plants was attacked,
the value of all plants went down.

And of course that affects the price.
Your skunk farm went viral on YouTube.

And when the armor bases arrive,
then all the plants must stop -

- for at least one year,
which costs 100 million, -

- and then there's the cost of staff,
moving and renting land.

It will take at least three years to get
supply, distribution -

- and demand back up.

Staff costs 25%
of the 100 million, -

- so that's 25 million
per annum for three annum.

And renting land at 15 million a year.
It runs to 120 million.

Your business has been damaged.

If I project the growth potential
in the current hostile climate, -

- that was 400 million
worth a month ago, -

- but now the anemia is worth 130.

It's not about the first one
domino that overturned, Michael.

It's about the last one.

Here you go.

I like you, Michael.
You're a good guy.

And if I have to help you out
hole you are in now -

- I can give you 100 million today.

It is a good, sincere offer.
You get it because we are friends.

My bookkeeper can transfer
the money within an hour.

I like your domino analogy.

But who toppled the first domino?

It doesn't matter
or concerns me, Michael.

At the risk of contradicting it,
then it very much concerns you.

But you made one mistake.

- And it is?
- You think I'm a tabernacle.

Let me introduce you
for the first domino.

Isn't it a little good
dramatic with corpse in freezer room?

Who is that man?
What does he have to do with the deal?

It sounds like you are denying yours
relationship with this frozen cinema.

Of course I do.
I have no relationship with frozen cinemas.

It's best not to play smart, Matthew.

You don't have to lead
after your Mossad crabs.

This is a fish market.
They've found a home here.

So I don't know that man.

Now you need to hear what's happening.

You drown,
and my Mossad crabs will eat you.

While you were discussing,
who would take over my business -

- then you got mistaken
the cinemaker with someone else?

It's pure business, Michael.
It is not personal.

I'm not emotional,
in terms of money,

- but your debt to me is due
blood that is now on my hands -

- because I had to clean it up
chaos you have caused -

- and that price is, you think,
400 minus 130, 270 million.

And I keep my business.

And you go into the freezer room,

- and you transfer the money,
if you would like to go out again.

There are -25 degrees in there,
so you survive another hour.

But don't waste your time.
The cold easily takes a finger or a toe.

I would key in as fast as
possible while you still can.

Once you've fixed that offense,
you can handle the next consequence.

As I said, I'm not emotional,
in terms of money ...

but I'm emotional,
because someone laid hands on my wife.

My wife!

No amount can be remedied
on that offense, Matthew.

No, for the ...

- I need a pound of meat.
- A pound of meat?

From where in your anatomy I don't care.

If you don't have nuts
to take it for yourself -

- Bunny is good here with a knife.
And he's dressed for the weather.

But one penny or one gram is missing -

- then it does not open the freezer door.

Are you following? Well.

- Bunny.
- I'm on the way.

Then there is also wagyu
breakfast, Raymond?

Don't you introduce me
your mysterious, slightly frightening friend?

What is it for? My money?

- Where's my money, Raymond?
- There's your payment.

- Look for yourself.
- Thank you, mysterious strangers.

Disappointing. It doesn't look like 20 million.

It's more interesting.
That's your insurance policy.

All the pictures, everyone
the corpses, all the skeletons.

That's not the only one, taxes.
I'm not an idiot.

What do you think, this
is, you fucking idiot?

We knew what Matthew was up to.
We're not total idiots.

I've been fooling you for a long time.
I knew you were shadowing Michael.

We have very similar jobs.
But I'm better at it than you are.

When you came that night, I knew,
that you would stay half an hour ...

Buenos tardes, Raymondo.

to tell me how smart you are
is, and to blackmail us.

I have important information for you.

I knew you couldn't resist one
single malt whiskey for 1500 pounds -

- a wagyu steak for 80 pounds
and a state-of-the-art grill,

- which even warms your feet.

I love to grill.

You will regret it,
if you don't listen to me.

When the whiskey hit your cold blood,
you lost your sharp instincts.

Cool. One more bottle.

Would you ask the mysterious gentleman to relax?
So you should hear it here.

I held onto you so I could get
more to know about Matthew and Dry Eye.

It took some time to find
your insurance policies, -

- because you're a bad boy, Fletcher.

- Fletcher, get off your shoes.
- Yes, tomorrow.

But it got easier,
when I put a tracking chip in your shoes.

You'll never be the predator here, Fletcher.

You will always be a prey.

Those were all good times
three, so now we're off, right?

- See you.
- With all due respect, I hope not.

Well, Fletcher, what did you say?

It was not Lord George, Dry Eye
or Matthew, who was after Mickey.

Want to know who it was?

I have pictures.

- You have 30 seconds.
- Thanks darling.

Fuck.

- PrimeTime, then?
- We'll fix it for you, Coach.

- Ernie has a plan.
- What the hell are you talking about?

The situation with Michael. We'll fix it.

Prime-Time, listen ...

Cross.

You remember Aslan, right?
The young gentleman you had in the freezer.

This is Aslan senior Russian oligarch.

Ex-KGB. Gasmillionær. He is sad,

- his son fell out of a window.

Ahh, what?

I fear where they have before
failed, Raymond, -

- they won't fail again.

- How do you know that?
- Someone told them all about Michael.

And that was me.

Continue.

I wanted to tell them,
where Michael was, for a sum of money.

But the money I wanted first
few when it had happened.

And when they saw the clock in the first
once, I made a new plan -

- and then that's what I came for you.
I would score 20 million from Michael.

And then get paid again,
when it had happened. Double up.

But that upset you and your mysterious
friend, so congratulations.

Why did you just look at your watch?

The Russians have been thinking
to clear the entire bulge, -

- and you're part of that bully, Raymond.

First they nudge Michael,
when he comes out of the fish market.

And then they come here.

But I saved your life by that
say it, so now my life should be saved.

Stay there!

Don't get in the car, boss

Dave.

Dave?

No Dave.

Fuck!

Toddlers fire a ton of bullets
in the car, killing the Russians.

The car stops just as quietly.

Hard clip for black. Credits.

But what happened to Michael?
I need an ending.

No, no, no, honey.

What you need -

- is a tower. Think about it.
Read it. You know my price.

I go to La La to talk
with the competitor. Think about it.

Good afternoon.

Heathrow, please. Terminal 3.
And then to sunny California.

Buenos tardes, Fletchamondo.

Raymond. Well then.

You have many vocations in life, huh?

You have to play with me, Fletcher.

He has Fletcher.

If you want to be the king of the jungle,
it is not enough to act king.

One must be the king.
There must be no doubt.

For doubt, chaos causes
and one's own downfall.

My Queen taught me that.

Is there a chance?

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