The Muthers Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1976
- 83 min
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back your privileges.
It's up to you.
- They're gonna kill him.
- This kind men.
- Somebody woulda help him.
- They'll kill you.
- Have you ever been right?
- Enough to know that fighting
back is the surest way
to get your head kicked in.
- Thinking all the work we
do around here,
they give us a little coffee.
- We're what you call
minimum maintenance.
- I'm what you call
sick of this slob.
- You wanna make a petition to
make get a new cook?
- You mean to tell me somebody
cooked this mess?
- And here comes dessert.
some cigarettes.
- Oh, Serena, you're a fine rider.
- Yeah, I'm also a reckless fool.
You know I could get my head
bashed in for this?
- Oh, these are the new girls.
Anggie and Kelly.
- Hello, welcome to the
penitentiary.
- Hey Kelly, take a look at this.
A house n*gger.
- Be cool, girls.
- I have to go through a lot more
than picking coffee beans, honey.
A hell of a lot more.
- Yeah, but I don't think I
have the stomach
to do what you do.
- No, I don't think you do.
Enjoy your lunch.
- You know, I kissed a lot
of ass in my time,
but I'm not gonna take
non of her sh*t.
- This place is really getting
in my nerves too.
- Well, let's bust out then.
- I wouldn't try it.
- Sandy's out there somewhere
and she needs help.
- We'll leave tonight.
" How?
You know what happens when
somebody tries.
- I see what happens when
somebody don't.
- What the hell do you think
we're running here?
A nursery school?
- But Senior Monteiro--
- Excuses, I don't need excuses.
What I want is action.
Results, positive results.
- But we've doubled the guards,
Senior.
- Double the guards is nothing.
- Loyalty, discipline, fear.
That's what you need
among the ranks.
- Si, senior.
- It took you one whole week
to catch one girl.
Unforgivable.
- Si, senior.
- You have until this afternoon to
bring me the other one.
- She will be caught, senior.
- If you bother, your next.
Where have you been?
- Just riding.
- Sancho, what the hell are
you doing here?
- Turks h the camp.
Killed some of our men.
He's looking for you.
Where's Sandra?
- She's not here.
- Get us outta here, Sancho.
- The men are ready.
They're waiting at Pico de Loro,
along the coast.
- Let's go.
Now!
- Sancho!
- Oh no!
You bastard, you f***ing bastard!
I'm gonna kill every
last one of you.
That man has gotta die.
- That's what all the
girls talk about.
Talk about killing Montiero and
talk about escaping.
You know, I must've heard 10,000
ways how to kill a man
and another five how to
get outta here.
We can talk in our way,
keeps us going.
But pretty soon, all you wanna do
is just stay alive.
And you get on your
knees and you crawl
and you do anything they
want you to do.
- I won't crawl on my
knees for nobody.
I'm not one of Monteiro's slaves.
I was fighting for my life when
I was five years old
and I'm not rolling over and
playing dead now.
- Anggie, there is no
way out of here.
Just no way.
- I'm gonna find it.
- You, time is up.
- Just tell your friends
Monteiro has his eyes on them.
You know how it works.
Half the girls in this plantations
would sell them their mother
for a cigarette.
- I don't think they'd be stopping.
- Would you got with them?
- I might.
- You'd be killed.
- Is that an official statement?
- Marcie, you know me
better than that.
If I thought there was a
chance I go with you,
but there isn't.
I know Monteiro better
than anybody alive.
No one has ever escaped from here.
That's more important to him
than anybody's life.
- You call this a life?
- I'm trying to make it as
easy for you as I can.
- Serena, it ain't easy enough.
- I'll do this much.
I'll see to it that they're
released from their cells
and they can work the fields gain.
- Gee, thanks.
- Marcie, at least they get a
chance to eat a full meal.
And the chance to think it over.
But no more games.
definite plan mapped out.
Is that a deal?
- The only deal I'm gonna make
is to put a bullet through
Monteiro's head.
- Now, Serena's only trying to help.
- There's not much difference
between the frying pan and the fire.
Take my word, stay away from her.
- Anggie, I've had enough
of your bitching.
And another thing, there
ain't no house n*ggers
around here either.
So let's forget all that bull
and see at how Serena can help us
get us out of here.
- F*** Serena.
If only we can get a
message to our men
so they can come and blow
this place sky high.
- My clients
were very pleased
with the last batch.
- All the
credits goes to Serena.
- It would be a shame if you ever
had to lose all these.
- I don't intend to.
- I blew the government has
different ideas.
You know, in the capital, I keep
her all those lose talk
about the justice department
being anxious to see
this closed down.
- Barrows, it will take much more
than lose talk to do that.
Much much more, my friend.
- It won't work.
I don't care how many
men they've got.
Monteiro has this place
so well-guarded,
it would be suicide to try anything.
- Serena, they're gonna die here.
- I know that.
Trust me.
- That's the
best of the breed.
- Her.
- You know your women.
Serena.
Open your mouth.
- I'll get us outta here.
- Anggie, don't be stupid.
- Let me please, no!
Leave me alone!
Save me, please!
No, please!
Please take me with you!
Please!
Goddammit, leave me alone!
No, no!
- I'm sorry for this.
They'll have better
manners next time.
- You see what happened, Anggie?
- I'm sorry, I didn't get to him.
- You'll be alright, Anggie.
- Serena!
What do you want?
- Nothing.
That can wait.
- What's the matter with you?
Is it those black girls again?
I'm fed up about you
concerned over them.
You've interceded for them
once too often.
You forget why you're here?
- No.
- Don't forget you're here
because I need you.
For my convenience.
And I can do any damn
thing that I want
so stop meddling with my affairs.
Remember that I own you
came from or else.
- Then why don't you just let me go?
' YOu?
Go?
Up to this time, you're still hoping
that I would change?
That somehow, we could still
make it together?
- Kelly, Kelly.
I've decided.
- What?
- Beer.
- Oh, Anggie.
- When I get out of here, I'm gonna
get a barrel of beer
and I'm gonna get them, I'm gonna
wallow 'em.
- That's the spirit, girl.
- Not spirit, beer.
- I know what I need when I
get outta here, girl.
Wooh!
- Dancing?
- No, a good man.
Flaughs)
- Can I have a piece?
- I'm just get outwith them,
Serena.
I guess I haven't been fair getting
you involved like this.
But you got yourself
put of the field
and outta the barracks.
- You think that's the heel
of a deal, huh?
You know damn well what
I go through.
You think I wouldn't get
out of this sh*t
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