The Muthers

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- Tell me I'm seeing things.

- Nope, it's coming straight at us,

alright.

- I don't believe it.

It gets easier every time.

- Oh, you bragging up complaining.

- Complaining?

It's getting to be boring.

- Oh yeah.

- Oh, how are you?

Oh, it's a nice little trip.

- Oh, we're so glad

you join us out here.

- Rocco, get the boys ready.

Cayman, get ready.

Lopez, get that gun ready.

Anggie, you ready?

- Yeah.

- Rocco, you ready?

- Si.

- Fire across the boat!

Let's go!

Alright, just settle down and

no one gets hurt.

- What's happening?

- It's hold up, dumbo.

These aren't girls, they're pirates.

- Pirates?

Like Errol Flynn?

Where's they're sword?

- Will this do, love?

- Buenas noches.

- Good evening.

- We have a boat in the harbor.

- That is very nice.

Boats are very nice.

- I understand your the man

we talk to about

unloading our cargo here.

- You have fish?

- A little more valuable than fish.

- I always makes arrangements

for unloading fish.

- Is there anyone else

we can talk to?

- Cayman miante.

- Oh, no, no.

Somebody other than the capitan.

- Somebody a little, um--

- A little grow?

- A little.

- Cayman miante.

- HEY-

- A police captain makes

very little money.

I have a big family.

One has to make ends meet somehow.

What did you say you want to sell?

- Everything but the boat.

- Oh, that sounds very interesting.

- We like to unload as

soon as possible.

- Tomorrow.

No business tonight.

Tonight is fiesta night.

- Tomorrow is bound to be a fiesta.

We have a fiesta for everything.

A fiesta when it rains, a fiesta

when it stop raining.

- Afiesta when a woman gives birth,

a fiesta when someone gets divorced,

everyday is fiesta time.

- Why not?

Our life is a big fiesta.

- Oh, come on we're

in a big hurry.

- Tomorrow, tomorrow.

But tonight.

You are my guests.

Just be happy, eat drink and dance

and do anything that will

make you happy.

I have to see someone.

- I thought you weren't doing

business tonight.

- El Turko is one of my

best costumers.

We got work to do.

- Well, well, El Turko

is trying to move on our territory.

- Goddammit, Turko is

beginning to bug me.

- Me too.

- You've been

complaining of boredom.

What do you say we hit him?

- Come on, come on!

Get on boat!

Let's go!

- Now, Turko, how would it be?

- Put down the arms, boys.

Baby, remember is that the

score does favor.

Someday I'll get you for this.

- Rocco.

- Turko, now you got no

score to settle!

Flaughs)

Rocco, help Pedro to gas up first

thing in the morning.

- Yeah.

- Oh, Rocco, clean my gun.

This afternoon, it jammed.

- Will do.

- Where's my kiss?

Oh, wait till you see what I have.

- For me, really?

- Sure, who else?

- Thank you.

I love you, I love you, Kelly.

Mama, mama.

- Fortunate.

- You're useless, useless.

And you say you are a brave man?

And swore as f***ing pirate?

Then well, what are you doing hiding

behind my skirt, he?

Kelly, Kelly.

If you say you are half

the man you are,

you go to talk to her yourself.

Come on, ada!

- Welcome home, Kelly.

Welcome home.

Fortunata and I were just

talking about you.

I was just telling her

about our raid.

Remember Maracaibo?

The raid on Sea Fuego.

The sorties Leeward Islands.

Those were the says.

There wasn't a sailor in the Seven

Seas wouldn't tremble

in the mention Crossbone Kelly.

I would've loved to see the

look on Turko's face.

- Nina, come on, nina, you can

give me a hand, eh.

Come on, come on, Anggie.

- Hiding at that dreaded turkey

is nothing more than dreaded duck.

Do you know what that makes us,

Kelly?

Top d09-

Do you understand, Cayman'?

Top d09-

- Anggie, andale.

- Sandra's gone.

- What happened?

- You know your

sister head like a rock

when she makes up her mind.

Aweek ago, I wake up, she's gone.

Wat do you want me to do?

Tie her up to a tree?

- If you keep your eyes open always

instead of sleeping,

you are always a sleeping.

- I'm sorry, Kelly.

- Where did she go?

- Do you have any idea

where she went?

- When little Sandra

gets out of camp,

she doesn't leave or

write in a diary.

- Don't get sassy with me, Sancho.

- Just wait until I lay

my hands on her.

- At Santo Domingo, she

has friends there.

I tried everywhere else.

- No, sir.

If she wants out, she can

damn well stay out.

- Senorita Kelly.

- No, I mean it this time.

I am tired of babysitting

for that brat.

From now on, every man

is for himself.

- Cut the crap, Kelly.

Let's go.

We'll reach Santo Domingo

by dawn tomorrow.

She's not here.

I can tell by the look on

Sancho's face.

- Wait here, I'll

be right back.

- She's

nowhere to be found.

Madre de Dios, I could kill her.

- Let's hope no

one's beat you to it.

Life ain't easy on these parts.

- Excuse me, have you seen a girl

with a big natural, wearing beads?

She's about 5'7", my complexion.

- Ah, yeah, yeah.

South of Suarez.

- Thank you.

Sancho, take us south of Suarez.

- What for?

That's no man's land.

- They tell me

they a black girl

singing in there before.

It might turn out to be Sandy, yet.

- Madre de Dios, Kelly.

That's no man's land.

Please, Kelly, please.

- Oh, lighten up, Sancho.

It's not that bad.

- Someone wants to see you.

- Oh, yeah, where?

Oh, yeah.

You wanna see me?

- Yes, I'm looking for someone.

- Oh, yeah?

Now maybe I can help you out.

How about coming up to my office.

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