Bust his head!
That son of a bitch over there!
Why are his hands chained?
He says the Frenchman can't lay a hand on him.
But he can't hit him back.
He's got to last five minutes.
Whore.
Warriors!
Come out and play - ay!
Uncle, why do you disrespect me in front of my friends?
I'm disrespecting you?
A year ago you were washing my pots and pans.
Well, I don't wash fucking pots and pans anymore.
I'm a part of this Uncle.
Nephew, this is not my first barbeque.
He's with us.
A lot of heart.
You're Italian Kid.
Help us out here.
Put one in the back of his head...
and you get anything you want.
Think it over.
I am his friend.
What did we do?
He is not with them.
It is only the sons.
They have a Spaniard with them.
They will slaughter everyone.
Let them.
If you kill the sons...
the father will come.
They still live.
What if he does not come? What if...
He will come.
Foolish, arrogant boy!
Make me famous.
Hello, my old friend.
Many years.
Are you in need?
I am making marinara and alas...
I have run out of tomatoes.
To help an old friend...
how many can you spare?
Don't worry.
You are in luck.
I am in good supply of tomatoes.
I am a creator.