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Clips from Layer Cake (2004)

"Here, chill. Have a pill."
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"Yeah, why are we dealing with this joker?"
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"He's a fucking maniac, a relic, a throw-back, belongs to the Dark Ages."
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"Will you just shut the fuck up?"
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"We're dealing with him because he has 1 million Ecstasy pills"
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"of very high levels of MDMA, OK?"
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"One million?"
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"Gene, that is a lot of pills. What's the tax on that?"
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"Oh, yeah. Driving a bright yellow Range Rover. Very subtle."
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"Calm down. You'll feel better once you've got your money."
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"But how much can you spend in Parkhurst or the Scrubs, Gene?"
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"Oh, don't go getting Duke at it. Jimmy doesn't want him fucked about, OK?"
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"Who? Me?"
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"Duke, don't take this personally. It's business."
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"You want to know how much they're worth."
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"Yes! Fucking! Please!"
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"Just because you pay a fiver a pop down the local cattle market,"
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"don't, for fuck's sake, think these pills are worth millions."
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"They've got to split them into parcels. They've got to find these people."
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"You'd give a fucking aspirin a headache, pal."
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"Then you've got currency fluctuations, police activity, adverse publicity."
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"Who has got the readies lying around to pay for a million Es?"
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"- This is fucking bollocks! - Slasher, shut the fuck up!"
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"- Duke, we all want a good deal. - Mate, mate, mate."
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"Mate, look, that parcel of pills has got to be worth five million easy."
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"- $5 each, yeah! - You are fucking joking."
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"It doesn't work like that!"
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"Don't keep fucking saying that to me!"
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"I've got some samples. I'll stay in touch through Gene, OK?"
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"You wouldn't be so fucking flash if you didn't have him behind you."
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"Yeah, well, he fucking has, ain't he?"
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"As you're driving it yourself, probably green."
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"Black's the colour for a hearse or a taxi."
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"Don't be so conservative. Black's a splendid idea."
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"Hello. Look who it is. Sit down. Do join us."
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"Hugo, follow me."
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"Especially you. I like it when you're drunk."
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"- You're the master of that. - What are you up to?"
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"We're doing the number on these American birds."
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"- Who am I today? - The Earl of Oxford."
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"- The Earl of Oxford. - Fucking hell."
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"Can you find somebody for me really quickly?"
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"- How quickly? - 20 grand quickly."
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"You've got our attention."
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"Oh, very nice. I suppose this is the boyfriend?"
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"It's a bit unusual for you. What's going on?"
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"- It doesn't matter. Can you do it? - Yeah."
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"Should be a doddle. All the same, junkies and crackheads."
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"Chuck 'em a few quid, they'll cough."
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"- Is there anything else? - No."
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"We must get back to work, old boy."
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"All right, mate. I'm the Duke's nephew."
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"How you doing? What you doing here?"
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"I hear you're doing business with my uncle, the Duke."
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"Yeah, well stick around and have a drink before you do, yeah?"
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"- Yeah, all right. - I got VlP down here. Nice little booth."
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"If you want any running about, I'm your man..."
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"- Line? - What?"
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"I said do you want a line?"
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"Lovely, isn't she? Isn't she a darling?"
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"Siddy, baby, I could do with a livener."
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"Sidney, it's been great. I'll see you, man. Thanks for the champagne."
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"You let me know when you're happy, Mr Lucky."
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"- Too warm down your way? - We're kept busy, Trevor."
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"Yeah, it's all clear, Shanks."
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"What the fuck's that, Shanks?"
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"You really do surprise me, do you know that?"
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"Don't be giving it the big fucking innocent, pal."
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"Because I am not a fucking prick."
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"- Explain. - I was over in Amsterdam."
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"Last weekend, right?"
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"- Gazza, go and find them fucking pills. - All right. Come on. Have a look in here."
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"You're the first person ever to be foolish enough to steal from me."
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"You watch them."
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"- Why don't you put it down? - Why don't you shut up?"
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"- You are shaking. - Fuck off!"
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"- Look at your arm. - Fuck off!"
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"- Sit down! - Fuck off!"
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"But he got unlucky because this lot are wanted for fucking war crimes."
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"Mass murder, ethnic cleansing. They're lunatics."
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"They're wanted by the United fucking Nations. Think about that."
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"Everyone in Amsterdam believes that he has."
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"- Bandied your names about. - What?"
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"They can't have it getting about that anybody has took liberties with them."
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"But we had nothing to do with the acquiring of said merchandise."
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"OK, we accept that."
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"Bad."
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"You do know that we're only talking pennies an article?"
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"- Stolen goods. - You won't want them, then."
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"Sit down, lah. Let's not be too hasty. Me and him need to have a little think."
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"They already have. That's the problem, kidder."
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"I told you he was trouble. But he ain't gonna drag me down with him."
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"Try Gene again. What a fucking show-up!"
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"Try Jimmy at home."
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"- You sure? - Will you fucking ring him?"
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"- Where are we going, Morty? - Back to that boat-yard."
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"- Somebody's about to get a fucking slap. - Yes, Morty. About fucking time."
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"What a way to go. An iron burning a hole in your chest until your heart boils."
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"Clarkie, have a sniff about. Make some phone calls, but really quietly."
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"Find out where the Duke's holed up."
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"What's the fucking idea of phoning me at home and leaving messages, you prick!"
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"- Jimmy, it was an emergency. - Don't fucking call me Jimmy!"
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"And what's the idea of telling Duke those pills ain't worth shit?"
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"You don't know the problems you've caused."
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"And don't be leaving it to that pair of ponces, Cody and Tiptoes,"
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"to find that bitch Charlie."
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"I fucking told you to do it!"
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"Are you listening? Find a buyer for those pills."
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"The person moving those pills met a nasty end."
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"I don't give a fuck!"
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"- That was quick. - The gaff is rotten in there."
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"- Kinky's still here, isn't he? - Didn't Tiptoes tell you?"
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"Tell me what? Have you let him go?"
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"No, I haven't. He's in here."
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"Kinky."
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"So, if I'm correct, you three gearheads are gonna be clucking very soon."
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"In fact, you're gonna be climbing the walls any minute, aren't you?"
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"But I'm prepared to do you a favour."
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"We can do it the nice way, which I think you'll prefer."
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"and puts your head through the window!"
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