“A Suburban A-Road on the Outskirts of Basingstoke” quotes from The Gentlemen

[leading Eddie and Susie through Peruvian cocaine refinement camp] This is where it happens. We got 15 of these farms in this valley alone. But that's not the special part. Let me show you where the magic happens. Come on. First, we take the leaves. You grind them into a paste. You take that paste and you strain it with a little bit of diesel. You're left with this shit. This dirty liquid. But then you add a bit of this. Magic ammonium. All you gotta do now is cook that down and you're left with a batch of super premium cоcɑіnе.

This is all very interesting, Hector, but we're here to speak to Vargas about moving powder. Not a chemistry lesson.

You're right, my bad, cabrón. [gestures] There you go. Let's go.

Joe Green. Great to finally meet you at last. And this must be Miss Glass. Susie. This is my associate, Arturo. Welcome. I feel it's been a long time coming in your case, Joey. Working for us down in Miami, is that right? Oh, yeah. Five years. Joe is the best. Reliable, dependable. Cool under pressure. ...take a bullet for this man. Oh, wow. That's, uh... That's good to know.

He's proved he can be trusted. Now he's got support from the UK, he's ready to take on a regular commitment.

What kind of commitment were you thinking of?

Two hundred kilos a month.

Hoo! Whoaǃ That's a big responsibilityǃ

That's why I didn't come here on my own.

Apart from providing the substantial amount of cash needed to get things started, I've also got access to a pre-existing network.

I've heard nothing but good things about your operation, Miss Glass. But cоcɑіnе is a different kind of mistress to Mary Jane.

I appreciate the disparities between the two products, but the logistics in terms of transportation and distribution are comparable.

Which means we can pay you 4,000 a key. I'm 100% confident that we can deliver this, Mr. Vargas. I've looked at it from every angle, and it is watertight. With Susie's infrastructure, her experience, her talent, her sheer fսcking professionalism, coupled with my knowledge of the game, there is no danger here. There is only a 24-carat opportunity.

I'll take a little time, perhaps a week or two, to think over your proposal, and we'll be in touch.

You were immense today. Totally fearless. My heart was pounding so much I could barely think. But you, you just... You just stared him straight in the eye.

Well, at the end of the day, Vargas is a businessman like anyone else. As long as he thinks we can be relied upon to make him money, there's nothing to be scared of.

Sure you wanna do this, Susie? If your dad found out, he'd kill us both. Well, maybe not you.

Oh, rest assured, Joseph. We'd both be in trouble.

How's the Duke doing? Dunno. Recovering, I hear. You haven't spoken to him?

I've tried calling. He won't answer. But what I hear is he has two broken legs, a broken arm, severe bruising, collapsed lung, and a half dozen broken fingers. All in all, he's had it pretty rough.

That's not why you're doing this, is it? To get back at your dad?

No, Jojo. I'm doing this because of your irresistible dimples, naughty sense of humor, and gigantic personality.

That's very flattering, but it's still not an answer. [taking her hand]

What you doing?

Come on.

No. I don't dance. You know that.

I'm not taking no for an answer, Susie Glass.

We have got a visitor, flown in all the way from South America.

[from walkway bridge in loft] Buenos días, Susanita.

Hector, you're a long way from home.

I wanted to tell you the good news in person. Mr. Vargas says yes.

So we're on?

You fսcking bet we're on.

[voiceover of montage] My father regaled me with stories about the perils of the chop game from an early age. For him, the gap between Class A and Class B drսg was a vast chasm that could never be crossed. His rationale was that cоcɑіnе dealers were like wild animals, capable of anything, and always hurtling towards their own inevitable destruction. However, that doesn't mean the distribution infrastructure he's built in the weed game over the last 20 years isn't perfectly suited to cоcɑіnе. An infrastructure we can take advantage of with the help of some old friends. [in a flashback scene] Chucky, Joe, meet JP and family.

How are we, lads? Beautiful place. Ready?

[toasting drinks] Slainte!

[voiceover of montage] Providing everyone involved acts with due discretion. The Duke's attempts to create a lucrative new revenue stream were always gonna come to my father's attention, meaning they were always dependent on his consent. A gift that he was ultimately unwilling to give. Whereas we're just piggybacking on his preexisting operation. So long as my father never finds out, he never needs to worry.

Chucky Kubra

[in a flashback scene] This is not how you clean cash, Suze. You go slowly. There's too much money coming through.

Uh, I think it's a problem we can deal with. Right, Suze?

Yeah. We'll get on to it straight away. [voiceover of montage] The truth is that what my father was presenting as wisdom was, in fact, masking a lack of ambition that, over time, turned him into an evergreen tree, under which nothing else could grow. As soon as you free yourself from that cautious and inward-looking mindset, the possibilities are limitless, and the only real problem you're faced with is what to do with all that money.

[leading Eddie through Guildford Cathedral ] It used to take hundreds of years and thousands of men to construct a cathedral, with the confidence that God was listening. This 1960s monstrosity took two years and 100 men. The reason for this is the constriction that comes with the abandonment of certainty. I want to ask you a question. Alongside the inevitable feelings of despondency and regret you must have been wrestling with, did you, at any stage, experience any sense of liberation?

No, Mr. Johnston. None whatsoever.

It's not until you leave yourself behind that you can experience who you really are.

Trouble is that in my case, the process that stripped me of my privileges has left me in a rather precarious position that needs swift resolution, which is why I'd like to offer my estate as collateral for a loan of 100 million sterling.

The very number I offered you the first day we met. ( Stanley chuckles ) Must be fate.

If I can't repay the loan within a year, plus 15% interest, the estate and the grounds are yours.

What do you plan to do with this money, should I agree?

Repay my debts and recapitalize.

Are you familiar with the London Stone, Your Grace?

Yes, it's a... It's a landmark on Cannon Street.

It's much more than just a landmark, but the legend has it that Brutus brought it to the British Isles, the supposed founder of Britain, back in 1115 B.C.

So long as the Stone of Brutus is safe...

So long London will flourish. Hm. Its history, and yours, predates the Roman Empire. The legend states it arrived with the Trojans and landed in the British Isles 1,200 years before the birth of Christ. They saw the potential in this island they named Albion, so they left behind the stone, like a mystical beacon that would pulse for a millennia.

Well, that's a charming story.

I believe that you are the direct descendant of King Priam, the last king of Troy. That your aristocratic lineage goes back much further than you ever imagined, to the ancient Greeks.

You may be slightly overstating my lineage. It's very kind of you. But I'm not here for a history lesson. I'm here for a number.

I will grant you your loan, Lord Horniman, Duke of Halstead. I will have Stevens draw up the contract at once. Not because I wish to acquire your country seat, but more because I'd like to see you realize your full potential.

It's good to see you. [chuckles] You look well. Ah... [chuckles] Considering.

Yes, well, thank you. And, uh... I'm sorry I let you down.

This is the nature of speculation, you know. Sometimes you achieve your ambitions. Sometimes... you fall short.

Look, I understand you can't write off 60 million as pure speculation.

Hm.

But instead of returning the money, what if we went one better?

Mm-hmm.

We take the 60 million, plus another 40 from me, and we invest it. Fifty farms across the continent within three years. It's not about retribution. It's about levelling the playing field.

You made a big play, Eddie. And you lost. People talk. Mud sticks, you know. You know what you need to do now? [in Italian] Retreat... Rebuild... Evolve.

And that is exactly what I intend to do, Marco.

Yes, but you need to earn people's trust.

What... What is this? Is this a brush-off?

No, no, no, no. It's just right now, I think you are not ready.

No, I am ready. No. I am. Before, I was encumbered. Now I am free from my previous associations. They were the ones holding me back.

[chuckles] Yes, you may be free, but you are alone. Eddie, you are alone. You have no roots in the world you intend to operate in. You understand? Ah. Hm?

Fine. Money will be in your account by the end of play.

[in Italian] Obviously. [leaves]

[Joe walks past] See? There he is. Nothing to worry about.

Chucky Kubra

Uh, Suze, I don't know about you, but, uh, I don't fancy dying today.

No one's gonna die, Chucky. Everything's fine. This is just some kind of scam or a massive fuck-off.

Chucky Kubra

Suze, in both those scenarios, we could end up fսcking dead.

It'll be fine.

Chucky Kubra

What are you so calm for, you bastard?

Any idea what's going on here, Suze?

There seems to have been some kind of miscommunication with our mate Hector. Turns out the gear was never ours to sell.

No. Nah, that's crazy. Hector wouldn't do that.

Yoǃ Sit down. And you. I'll tell you what I'll do.

Chucky Kubra

I do a banging karak chai. You fancy a tea? I'll do you a tea. Yeah? Tea?

No chai. And you're not going anywhere, mate. [calls to subordinate] Angel. [to Joe] I've got a couple of questions for you, Joe. And I hope you've got the answers I need so we can move forward.

Yeah, so do I.

You bought all this cоcɑіnе off Hector, right?

Uh-huh.

Where is the rest?

We... We sold it.

You make a lot of money?

Yeah, yeah, we did okay.

Where is the money now?

That's our money, Arturo.

The cоcɑіnе wasn't yours. So the money does not belong to you. You need to tell me where is the fսcking money. Otherwise, it's gonna be a problem. For you. For your compañeros.

[Arturo grabs Susie's hand with a raised screwdriver] Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm the fսck down! What the fսck? Listen, listen, okay? The money, yeah? The money is at my flat. Okay? But I can give you something you want much more than money. Yeah? Hector. The bloke that stole the coke off you in the first place.

Where is he?

I spoke to him this morning! Yeah? He's on the way to my flat right now. I suggest, okay... I suggest that... that me and you, we meet him there, so we can... so we can just straighten all of this out, yeah? [exhales]

Okay. Play nicely.

[in Spanish to Bruno with a raised gun] These pricksǃ They have no idea what they've gotten themselves into. [in English] You stay here. She's going to the flat. Angel. Bruno. You bring Hector back. You know where he lives, right?

Yeah, I know where he lives.

[in Spanish] If Hector isn't there. Then kill her.

[posing as delivery worker holding up clipboard] Sorry, is it all right if I get one of you boys to sign this? Only I'm in a bit of a rush today.

Jack Glass

Oi, mate, where do you want these bad boys? [opens fire on Vargas thugs]

Chucky Kubra

[Susie appears in restaurant dining floor and shoots Arturo dead] What the fսck's going on in here, Susie?

That's the £12 million question, innit?

Jack Glass

Suze, you're gonna have to tell me what's going on.

I will. When I know. Right now, I need you to put those bodies somewhere no one will ever find them. And you can't talk to Dad about any of it.

Jack Glass

Right, look, are you on top of this or not?

I'm on top of it.

This is the way I see it, yeah? Either Arturo was making some kind of land grab, taking us and Hector out so that he can control the UK, or Hector has been lying to us from the beginning.

We need to speak to Hector.

I haven't spoken to him in days.

You said you tried to call him this morning.

I made that up, trying to split their numbers so we could take them out.

We need to speak to Vargas. Explain the situation.

You really think he's gonna listen after what we just did? Susie, we need to disappear until we figure things out. Vargas is gonna come after us. It's what these people do. It's what these people are like. Look, uh... [gets close to her] I'm not gonna let anything happen to ya. Susie, I love ya. And we're in this together, yeah? This is what we're gonna do. We're gonna grab the money, get the fսck out of here. We can go anywhere. Tenerife, Thailand, fսcking Timbuktu.

Okay. Um... I can sort a plane from the Duke's airfield.

Good. Yeah. I'll get the cash from the flat. You grab the diamonds. Pack whatever you can into a small suitcase. Pack lightly.

How light? ( chuckles softly )

This might not be forever, but it might be. [kisses her]

[appears at airfield] I hope I'm not interrupting.

Not at all. This is a pleasant surprise.

Ah, likewise.

Going anywhere nice?

I'm taking an impromptu trip. You know me, I'm a lady of leisure these days.

You're looking good, all things considered.

Thank you.

I'm sorry about the fallout with you and my dad. I thought a slap on the wrist would have sufficed, but you know what he's like when he's in a tizzy.

Doesn't matter now. It's in the past. But I feel like I have a clearer idea of what I want these days.

What's that?

Everything.

Punchy. You've certainly been able to pull some silver linings out of what most people would've considered pretty murky waters.

You have to leave yourself behind to realize the true value of yourself. Once you lose everything, you realize the things that you had were ephemeral and transitory. They were never really yours in the first place.

You're starting to scare me, Eddie.

That's not scary. I'm worried about you, Susan.

Worried about me, how? That I'm emotionally unhinged? Overly materialistic? Lacking in karmic balance?

Sad. That was the word I was gonna use. Sad. Don't worry about me, Eddie. I'll be just fine. Go on. You'll miss your flight. Yeah. Keep in touch.

This is unexpected. To what do I owe the pleasure?

I thought we could have a chat.

You sound serious. Am I in trouble?

No, you're not. I might be. [to server] Uh, Antonio. Two drinks? [to Bella] I wanted to tell you a... a story, Bella. Bear with me, 'cause there's a small chance there might be a happy ending. There was once a man who made a mistake. And the cost of that miscalculation was a punishment. He awoke to find himself in a shallow grave, surrounded by the black abyss of nothingness. The pain was crushing. His legs were broken, and his body was beaten, and any movement invited a mplification of the agony that he was already drowning in. Thank you, Antonio. The only noise he could hear was a voice telling him his time was up. The game was over. The bell had rung. And as he closed his eyes, he accepted his fate. A spark of light appeared, flickering on the periphery of his consciousness. And that spark had an intention. It emanated a single message. "Follow me." And so he did. And after two nights, three miles of quagmire, thorn wood, and bush, he found himself on a suburban A-road on the outskirts of Basingstoke, and... and he was saved.

Why did you stop?

To allow you to finish the story.

How am I supposed to know how the story finishes?

'Cause you were there, Bella. You were on the journey. Every step of the way. I owe you my life. [takes out handkerchief] And, um, now... [places handkerchief on table] you owe me an answer.

[unfolds handkerchief to reveal a finger band ring, exhales] The answer is yes.