Last announcement of the night. I'm officially announcing. .
. ♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ . .
. I am back. ♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS) ♪ You look-- None of my kids have gone round the bend or offed themselves.
We've always pushed that you're a good dad. -Because? -Well, 'cause you are a good dad.
Huh. You are a fucking nobody. Roman.
. . you're a moron.
Cut the horseshit! Know your role! Yeah, Pa.
Ladies and gentlemen, the first fucking thing my son's ever done right in his life. -ROMAN ROY: Is it whiskey time? -Shut the fuck up.
You're the one. I'm to change our safety briefing. A safety briefing?
Well, here's the safety briefing. . .
If you move against me, I'll put a hole in the back of your fucking head. -(CHANTING) Boar on the floor! -LOGAN ROY: Karl, get down!
-Come on. -Greg, on the floor, boar. Money wins.
Here's to us. My lawyer used to work for the justice department. Who's your lawyer, Mr Fucking Magoo?
If your hands are clean, it's only because your whorehouse also does manicures. Happy Christmas, you clock-watching fucks. LOGAN: Romulus, when you laugh, please do it at the same volume as everyone else.
We didn't get you from a hyena farm. Thanks, Pop. ♪ (MUSIC QUIETENS) ♪ I love you.
. . but you are not.
. . (BREATHES HEAVILY) -.
. . serious people.
-♪ (MUSIC BUILDS) ♪ How do you feel about what you just said? Look, everything I've done in my life, I've done for my children. -I know I've made mistakes-- -Uh, Dad, you can't just use the one sentence.
LOGAN: Well, that's how I feel Siobhan. I can make this shit up if you like. (MUMBLES) Sounds like you already are.
This was supposed to be choreographed. That's about as choreographed as a dog getting fucked on roller skates! Yeah, have you heard of dick pics, Dad?
Well, we do publish a number of popular newspapers, so yes, son. We probably invented the fucking words. -He ate my fucking chicken.
-Mm-hmm. LOGAN: So, what next? Stick his cock into my potato salad.
Wha-- I what? I hear you bent for him. And he fucked you.
Open the doors. It smells like the cheesemonger died and left his dick in the brie. (YELLS ANGRILY) Stop buzzing in my fucking ear!
♪ (MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY) ♪ Well, someone is feeling better. (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) Just wanna say congrats on a lifetime of kicking ass. Thanks, I'm not dead yet.
You think there's anything after all this? Afterwards? COLIN: I don't know.
I don't think so. I think this is it. DR.
ALON PARFIT: Logan, have you thought about the possibility that your children are actually scared of you? Oh, fuck off! Why don't you pipe down until you come and tell me I've got a grandson coming, hmm?
Or are you shooting blanks? Play it smart today, you won't look a cunt tomorrow. Would you like to hear my favorite passage from Shakespeare?
"Take the fucking money. " (YELLS) It's war! Fuck off!
And I'm gonna grind these fucking bones to make my bread. I like it for real, Dad. -I wanna-- -Stand the fuck up!
Serge always looks as if his dick's still wet, and he's gonna give me the name of a good fucking Pinot. (YELLS) I'm sorry! I'm sorry, all right?
(IN CALM VOICE) I'm finished. Where's your old man? Still sucking cock at the county fair?
What are you waiting for? A kiss? Fuck off.
(YELLS) I have you beat! You morons! Well, no, because you need -a supermajority to-- -(MOCKING) Oh, "Well, no, because you need a supermajority.
. . " You know what?
What? Sometimes it is a big dick competition. And what the fuck am I gonna do with you?
I don't know, Dad. So, what is it, Son? Are you scared of pussy?
You bust in here, guns in hand, and now you find they've turned to fucking sausages. You talk about love? The issue here, sir, is that everyone fucking hates you.
It's cloudy. It's sunny. You better be smelling your fucking armpit, Romulus.
I. . .
will. . .
win. This is not the end. I'm gonna build something better.
Dad, seriously. It's my fucking company. What's your game?
Everybody's got a game.
