Lords of London

Synopsis: London gangster, Tony Lord, is the son of the notoriously ruthless, Terry Lord (Ray Winstone). After a standard shake down goes awry, Tony must confront his father's past in order to alter the gritty, abusive path that his life is spiraling down.
Director(s): Antonio Simoncini
Production: LionsGate Entertainment
 
IMDB:
3.2
R
Year:
2014
90 min
8 Views


Jesus! Tony!

Somebody call a fuckin' ambulance.

What are you all fuckin' lookin' at?

Get some help.

I'll get some help, Tony, please. Oh, jeez.

Oh, shit!

In the name of the Father, the

Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Miss! Excuse me!

Miss!

Hey!

Miss!

Excuse me.

Excuse me!

Excuse me!

Hello?!

Hello! Hello!

Hello, I need to use the phone!

Phone! Can I use the phone?!

- I need to use the phone, please.

- My granddaughter's birthday.

They love these family gatherings.

- She couldn't be happier, eh?

- Who?

They think that the grass

is always, uh... greener.

She wants to go travelling, meet new people.

I keep telling her, we have some of

the greatest cities, in the world.

Florence, Milan.

Rome, Venice.

- Look, mate. Look, you got to...

- Francesco. Nice to meet you.

Welcome in my country.

Tony.

I understand, but I need to leave.

- You need to leave?

- Yes! I need to leave!

Is where you came from, really better, than this?

Look around you, Tony.

Look where you are.

I don't know where I am.

Pick your feet up.

Trust your fucking mother to

lumber me with you. Come on!

Watch the sounds on the floor.

Sit down. You sit there.

Stay still, don't move. Don't talk to

anybody, don't even look at anybody.

Do you understand?!

- Get the f*ck outta here!

- Get the f*ck off me!

- Get the f*ck off me!

- Shut up!

- Get the f*ck off me!

- Shut up!

Help! Help me! Help me, please! Help me, please!

Get the f*ck off me!

- Get the f*ck off me!

- Shut up!

- Get the f*ck off me!

- Shut up!

Get the f*ck off me! Help! Help me!

Please, help me!

Hey! Come here!

I told you not to move.

I told you to sit still. Come on.

Sit right here and don't move.

Tony!

Come in. Sit down.

Hey, sit down.

Come on, sit down.

- You want coffee?

- I just want to get out of here, do you mind?

Get out of here? So, you

don't know this place, Tony?

No.

Well, I know it's Italy.

- And everyone's avoiding me.

- They don't know you, Tony.

Thanks.

You don't know why?

So... this place means nothing to you?

Palumbaro.

- Palumbaro.

- Never heard of it.

Perhaps in your past.

The nearest I got to Italy, was

a restaurant down the I street.

Me and the boys used to eat there, you know?

But, my mum took us there when we was kids.

She never mentioned this place?

No.

Why would she?

She died when I was young.

- I'm sorry.

- Long time, now.

Is that your granddaughter?

Yes.

I saw her praying... down the lane.

My wife.

Margherita really misses her.

I do, too.

She became sick.

It was hard... to see her, like that.

It's been two years, now.

Sorry.

- You're come from London, yes?

- Does it show?

Everyone talks about London, London, London.

Mama mia.

You will understand, soon enough.

Anyway, come on.

I have to lock up.

What's that all about?

You don't fucking start again!

What is it?

What is this?

It's cold. You want me to eat this cold?

You want me to eat it?

You want me to fucking eat this cold? This...

Leave the fucking thing. We're

gonna fucking eat. I'll eat it.

I'll fucking eat it. You want me to eat it?

I'll eat it.

Fucking shit. Shit.

I'll fucking eat...

I'll eat it.

Cunt!

F*ck you! F*ck this fucking house! F*ck ya!

Your granddaughter is a beautiful girl.

Yes, she is.

I don't know what she sees in him.

He's trouble.

Are all you English trouble?

Come on. Now, if there is no

language barrier, Freddie.

There's hundreds of language in the world, Tony.

Nobody speaks different languages.

- Nobody has a clue whatever you're saying...

- We are not speaking the same language.

Come on, make me laugh.

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