Barbarosa
- PG
- Year:
- 1982
- 90 min
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WHEW, WE GOTTA FIND SOME SHADE.
WHOA! WHOA.
TAKE IT EASY.
OH, NO.
GODDAMN! STICKERS. OH!
AH! GODDAMN.
OH, THIS IS
A GODFORSAKEN PLACE.
WHOA. WHOA. WHOA. WHOA.
I DON'T WANT THIS
WE CAN'T LE IT GO, WHAT KARL'S DONE.
BUT HE'S MY SON, HERMAN.
JA, AND THAT'S MINE
IN THE BOX.
KARL NEVER MEANT TO KILL AUGUST.
I'VE LOST A HUSBAND.
ISN'T THAT ENOUGH?
WE'LL BE GOING OU AFTER HIM, EMIL.
I CAN'T ALLOW IT, HERMAN.
THEN WE ARE:
GOING FOR KARL.
JA? OTTO? FLOYD?
- JA, PAPA.
- JA.
ABOUT IT, ARGUE NOW, EMIL.
WE'RE READY FOR THE PHOTOGRAPH, FOLKS.
COULD Y'ALL GATHER AROUND, PLEASE?
DADDY.
DADDY!
MANOS ARRIBA, GORDO.
WELL, YOU'RE JUS A DAMN FARM BOY.
YES, SIR. BARBAROSA!
NO.
DAMN FOOL. I CAN'T TEACH YOU
I'M LOOKING
FOR MY DADDY'S COW.
IS THAT RIGHT?
OH, NO, SIR. I'M LYING.
WITHOUT EATS?
COUPLE OF DAYS.
NO, SIR.
WELL,
HE THINKS IT'S A BUG
ARMADILLOS AREN' TOO SMART, YOU KNOW.
WE'RE GONNA COOK HIM FOR SUPPER.
WHAT?
DOWN AND GRAB HIM BY THE TAIL.
GO ON.
EASY BOY. EASY.
COME HERE! FAST.
I GOT HIM...
UH, WHOA.
CLAWED ME. OH!
THINK YOU CAN GE SOME FIREWOOD?
NOT HIM PERSONALLY. I KNOW
HIS FAMILY WELL ENOUGH THOUGH.
MUST BE PRETTY BLOODTHIRSTY. THEY'RE
DAMN GOOD PEOPLE, THE ZAVALAS.
DON'T YOU BE TALKING ABOU 'EM, ALL RIGHT? YES, SIR.
JUST SEEMED HE'S AWFUL
IRRITATED AT YOU. THAT'S ALL.
WHAT DOES:
"BARBAROSA" MEAN?
WHO? ZAVALAS?
YEAH, THE ZAVALAS.
YES, SIR.
MY NAME'S KARL ALBERT WESTOFF. UH...
YOU BEEN SH*T OUT OF LUCK EVER
SINCE YOU'S BORN, AIN'T YA, BOY?
I'M FROM UP
IN BLANCO COUNTY.
BACK THERE? YES, SIR.
WELL, THE MEXICANS
GOT A SAYING,
MUST BE ENDURED."
ALEMN.
VICENTE.
FLIX.
DIEGO.
GUSTAVO.
CRECENCIO.
KILLED LUIS.
BARBAROSA.
YOU, EDUARDO.
FIND THIS BARBAROSA.
AND KILL HIM.
KILL HIM:
WHEN YOU RETURN.
BRING HIS COJONES...
ON A STICK.
BARBAROSA.
BARBAROSA.
BARBAROSA. BARBAROSA. BARBAROSA.
OR?
YES, SIR.
IF IT'S... SOMETHING WET.
PSALE PARA AC.
THANK YOU.
MY PLEASURE.
OH. IT'S HOT.
THANK YOU.
THAT'S GOOD.
WELL, NO OFFENSE. I JUS COME IN HERE FOR A DRINK.
MAYBE YOU LIKE:
THIS ONE BETTER, HUH?
SIR...
LOOK, LOOK,
I AIN'T GONNA DO THIS. I GOTTA
I DON'T CARE. I CAME
I CAME IN HERE TO HAVE A DRINK
AND THAT'S IT.
CABRON, YOU GRINGO.
YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO PAY FOR THIS.
SHE WAS A DAMN GOOD MONEYMAKER.
OH...
OW! GODDAMN IT!
- KARL WESTOFF.
- OH...
OTTO. FLOYD.
AUGUST. I JUST THOUGHT THAT...
WHOA!
BACK HOME. KARL, YOU KNOW THAT.
BARBAROSA!
MANOS ARRIBA,
SONS OF B*TCHES.
BARBAROSA.
FOUND YOURSELF A NEW
CAREER THERE, FARM BOY?
GIMME A HAND, FARM BOY.
YES, SIR.
I WANT Y'ALL
TO GO HOME, PLEASE.
PAPA WON'T PERMIT THAT.
YOU KNOW HIM, KARL.
SHOOT 'EM, KARL, IF YOU
GO. RIGHT NOW.
GO. GO!
DINERO. DINERO.
YOU AND:
OR.
SH*T! SH*T.
COME ON. COME ON.
WHOA. WHOA. WHOA.
OH... HOWDY.
HERE.
ADIOS, FARM BOY.
WHOA. HEY!
WAIT A MINUTE.
WAIT. HEY!
OH, BOY!
WELL, I GET OUT HERE ONCE OR TWICE
A YEAR. DO A LITTLE LIGHT STEALIN'.
OH, HORSES, COWS...
YEAH?
WATCH THEM ROCKS.
OKAY.
GOLD, SILVER... JUST ABOUT ANYTHING
THAT I CAN HERD OR WALK OFF WITH.
EXCEPT SHEEP. I HATE
THOSE GODDAMNED SHEEP.
YOU COULDN'T GIVE ME
ME TOO! L-I HATE 'EM. HYAH.
PARTNERS ON THIS KIND OF STUFF?
NO, THANK YOU.
WELL, I KILLED A MAN. WELL, THA AIN'T NO HIGH RECOMMENDATION.
WELL, HE WAS A GREAT BIG SON OF
A B*TCH. HE'S TWICE AS BIG AS ME.
HE'S MY BROTHER-IN-LAW.
GODDAMN IT.
YES, SIR.
THEM TWO HAVE IT IN THEIR MINDS TO KILL
ME, AND THEIR DADDY'LL SEE THAT THEY DO IT.
THAT'S WHY I'M HERE.
THE WHAT? YOUR GUN. YOU
WELL... OH...
OH!
DAMN.
SHOOT. IT'S GO SAND IN IT. SORRY.
REMEMBER.
YOU'S POINTIN' YOUR FINGER.
AND TWO, YOU SQUEEZE THE TRIGGER LIKE
YOU WAS PLAYING WITH YOUR SORE PECKER.
YOU MISSED HIM.
I DON'T KILL FOR
NO, SIR.
WHAT'S THREE?
YOUR FEET PLANTED...
SHOOTIN' YOU'RE GONNA DO.
NOTHING MAKES A MAN MORE NERVOUS
THAN TO SEE SOMEBODY STANDING STILL...
LIKE A SPOTTED-ASS APE.
YES, SIR.
POOR PEOPLE? THAT'S THE WAY
MANOS ARRIBA!
BARBAROSA...
OH, OH.
GODDAMN IT!
GET THEIR MONEY, KARL.
COME ON!
GET IT, KARL!
OR.
THAT'S
TAKE IT.
NO, SIR, I CAN'T.
I AIN'T GONNA.
SON OF A B*TCH.
NO, SIR, I AIN'T GONNA. WHAT DO
YOU MEAN, NO, SIR, I AIN'T GONNA?
UH, I DON'T THINK IT'S RIGHT.
GODDAMN IT, BOY,
WE ARE ROBBERS.
THESE PEOPLE HAVE PROBABLY GO MORE GOLD THAN WE COULD EVER CARRY.
THESE PEOPLE. AW, SH...
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