That’s the real write-up. We want the sweat, the broken ribs, the burning cars—but we want them handed over like a library book.

And yet, the phrase reduces that entire apparatus to a simple, almost childish demand: Give me the thing. Now. No money.

Or, as Statham's character might say in a fourth-wall-breaking voiceover: "London. Two types of people pay for my services: the desperate and the dead. But this bloke? He wanted a movie. No cash. Just a cracked Fire stick and a promise. So I made him an offer he couldn't understand..." A fascinating phrase. It’s the poetry of the bargain bin, the haiku of the HDMI cord behind the TV.

That is an interesting phrase, because it immediately creates a tension between two very different impulses.