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Clips from Layer Cake

Movies 2004 105 min ★ 7.2/10 (210,117 ratings) 1,070 clips

Credits

Fucking get down! Get down now!
Then came the Summer of Love.
Drugs changed everything.
C'est la vie.
It is vital that we work to a few golden rules.
Always work in a small team.
It's like selling anything:
washing machines, hand-made shoes, blow-jobs.
Ioud, attention-seeking wannabe gangsters,
Everything's sweet. When can we meet?
They don't mean to fuck up. They just do.
They are guaranteed to bring you trouble.
As do guns.
Terence.
Been with him since way back.
Maybe he's grateful. He fucking should be.
This is just so beautiful.
We need to get in and out of here sharpish.
Quit while you're ahead.
Mr Price is in the Oval Room.
We all have to do our bit.
- Brian. - What?
Help yourself.
What do you want, son?
- You're not a homosexual, are you? - No.
No, I didn't think you were.
Charlie, bless her.
Keep Mr McGuire posted.
Gene'll fill you in.
I'll see you at the yard tomorrow. Say, four.
Gene, why are we doing business with the Duke?
Love a bit of cloak-and-dagger, this lot.
Come on.
They're not.
We've got to find a buyer.
Where did these monkeys get a million Es?
We know someone up North who'll buy.
Black. Yeah, black.
Don't go anywhere. Drink some more champagne.
Look...
Why don't you tell the whole fucking room?
- This is Tammy. - Who's your mate, Sidney?
No, mate. You knock yourself out.
Isn't she?
All right.
Well, not you lot, but...
Do you know something we don't?
The whole place is alight with a rumour
But you're not the first to point a gun at me.
- Put it down. - Why don't you listen to me?
Baby, baby, baby, baby!
Gazza, go and load them pills.
Because the other way is my friend takes you
Where is she now?
I don't know. I goofed out myself.
The next morning, she's gone and Kinky's dead.
I saw it with my own eyes, man.
Morty! Morty!
This is dodgy. That kid's talking about murder.
185 Kirby House, Kings Cross.
My name...?
185 Kirby House.
You look well flush, bruv.
- Let's make it ten. - Yeah.
...a nice...
No, I'm fine, thank you.
Turn over anyone who couldn't go to the law.
Until one of them, Kilburn Jerry...
Morty, out of some mad fucking sense of loyalty,
in a drunken, drug-induced stupor.
Freddie got three years for aiding and abetting.
But he kept his mouth shut.
- Crazy Larry was gay. - He was never gay.
So who shot Crazy Larry? A boyfriend?
Hey, point it upwards.
Listen. I know it's not your thing.
- How does that sound? - Sounds very hospitable.
- Do you know where I live? - No.
That's business.
I was just rubbing the phone against my fanny.
St Martin's Hotel.