Bandidas Page #3

All right, look, no whining, no complaining,

no fighting, or I'm adis.

I never whine.

-Oh, please.

-"Oh, please." Well, I don't.

-Don't. Don't hit.

-Don't hit me. Stop.

-Don't hit me.

-Don't hit me.

Ladies. Hey.

What's it gonna be?

-Deal.

-Deal.

All right, you first.

That's pretty good.

-How many you got left?

-I don't know.

You need to know.

Many a man's been left to die

for want of an extra bullet.

She's not very good with numbers.

Your turn.

I can't do this.

When I get nervous, I get the hiccups.

Guns make you nervous?

What the hell are you gonna use

to rob banks?

My education.

-"My education."

-What's so funny?

-To rob banks. Rob a bank.

-"My education."

You wish you had one,

you ignorant crack-shot showoff.

Fort Granger, Oklahoma, U.S. Cavalry.

That's my education.

Hey. Hey. Hey.

No one moves.

Get on the floor.

How are they gonna get on the floor?

I told them not to move.

Right.

So get on the floor and no one move.

Sara. Sara.

-I have to tell you something.

-Hold on.

Why are we doing this?

This has nothing to do with robbing banks.

Robbing banks is easy.

It's getting away

that's the hard part.

-Sara.

-How long do we have to stay like this?

-As long as it takes.

-Sara.

What?

I don't think I can hold any longer.

So drop off and swim to the shore.

I can't swim.

Sara.

Sara.

Hold on to the rock.

Thank you.

-For what?

-For saving my life.

You noticed this time.

Good.

-Sara.

-What?

I guess--

I guess this makes us friends now.

I don't know about friends.

But partners....

Definitely partners.

Single file.

You gotta aim. Aim the gun.

Aim it.

Go on, higher. Higher. Higher.

Stinky, I'm sorry.

Come on, go. Faster, faster.

Before you kill your dog,

we need to try something.

Just take that.

See what you can do with those.

See, I knew she had talent.

Two hundred and forty-four, 245, 246...

...247, 248, 24--

That's the expert?

Mr. Cooke...

...welcome to Mexico.

Well, clearly, they're a pair of amateurs.

Robbing a bank in less than a minute

with no casualties.

I'd say they could pass as professionals.

That's odd.

These land transfers they left behind.

Who would sell a farm for one peso?

Mr. Cooke...

...the claim is that you're an expert

in criminal science, correct?

-Yes.

-Down here, I'm the expert in land finance.

So why don't we both just focus on

our respective areas of expertise, okay?

Time's slipping away here.

All right, what's the first rule

of robbing a bank?

-No one gets killed.

-The second?

Don't take more than you can carry

in one hand.

-And the third?

-Getting away is the first rule.

Perfect.

So do you think we're ready?

Well, you really only needed

to know one thing all along...

...and you learned that back in the river.

Trust your partner with your life.

Why did you make us go through

everything else if we were ready?

Well...

...I kind of liked having you two around.

Now go rob me some banks.

Everybody, hands up.

Are you sure the room

has been left undisturbed...

-...since the death?

-Yes.

-You've worked here for a long time?

-Almost 20 years.

Do you know if he took any medication

for his heart condition?

Don Diego was healthy as a horse.

He was never sick a day in his life.

Thank you.

If you'll excuse me.

This should cover the mortgage

on the five farms north of the river.

I was thinking, you know,

we already have a lot of money.

Maybe we should stop

before the regulators--

Padre, they took 1 0 banks,

we take 1 0 banks.

-Right. We still have five to go.

-Four.

That's what I said. Four.

But one of my parishioners

told me about a specialist...

-...they brought in.

-A specialist?

-For us?

-I'm afraid yes.

A detective from New York.

Let him come.

Are you Padre Pablo?

Yes.

-May I come in?

-No.

I thought the house of God was open

to all people at all times.

It is. But God is not at home right now.

He is down the road at the orphanage...

...where I was just going.

I'm Quentin Cooke.

I know who you are, Mr. Cooke.

Oh, you do?

It's my job to know

what concerns my flock.

Okay. Well, then maybe you can help me.

This girl.

-I was wondering if you could tell me--

-No.

I didn't finish the question.

You want to know if I have seen her.

No, I'm sure you haven't seen her.

I was wondering if you could tell me

if she had any problems...

-...with her father.

-I loved my father.

Why does he ask such a question?

She loved her father.

Why do you ask such a question?

Just the way he died.

Anyway....

I'm staying at the hotel...

...in Santa Rita

if you have any information.

What did he mean

about the way my father died?

You heard what I heard.

If you want to know any more,

you will have to ask him.

Come on. Come.

We can take him right here.

-What?

-Wonderful.

-And how do we get the information?

-We ask him.

Our picture's all over the town.

So what? We wear bandannas.

I have a better plan.

Hello, mister. Do you want company?

-What are you doing?

-Saving time.

Yes?

Wrong room.

No. We're compliments

of the management.

-She's new.

-I don't mean to offend you, ladies...

...but I have a fiance.

-And we have some questions.

-Hands up.

-Down.

-Up.

-Down.

-Up.

-Down.

-Excuse us for a minute.

-What? You've never seen one before?

-Yes, but in the dark.

Up.

-My wallet's over there.

-This is not a robbery.

Oh, my God.

-You're them.

-Yes, it's us.

Well, you're not getting any answers

out of me.

I will not dishonor my profession.

Hey.

-Hey, what are you doing?

-We'll ask the questions.

Is this the fiance?

Not bad.

-What are you doing?

-Puts me in the mood.

-Ready?

-Smile.

Beautiful.

Unless you tell us everything

we want to know...

...these pictures will show up in every

newspaper from here to New York.

With a special set going to your fiance.

Then you won't have to worry

about dishonoring your profession.

Because you won't have one.

Now tell me about my father.

I won't tell you anything.

-This is a waste of time.

-Hey, hey.

Excuse my partner.

She's a bit impetuous.

Mr. Cooke, I am asking you

as a daughter who lost her father.

-Did your father drink wine?

-His passion.

I don't think he died of a heart attack.

I think he was poisoned.

-How do you know that?

-Scientific methodology.

It doesn't give you the right

to rob American banks.

Those are Mexican banks.

Those banks are owned by

Capital Bank and Trust of New York...

...and are under the protection

of American laws.

Interesting how your country

always finds a way to justify...

...interfering in other people's affairs.

You're still breaking the law.

-You're the one breaking the law.

-What?

By helping them rob our people.

Help. Hel--

Enough with the hat. The hat belongs...

...on this man. And that....

That's nothing to be ashamed of.

Who said I was ashamed?

Did I say I was ashamed?

-Have you ever even been with a man?

-Yes.

-Of course.

-You haven't.

-Yes, I have.

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