Okay, mm hmm.

Stop it.

Come on baby.

Come from lucky seven.

Did you make 17 phone calls to El Azul?

No.

Okay.

Yes or no.

The name of God, I beg you.

What have we got, master?

I love you.

Yeah.

Listen, I promise you this.

You're quite pretty now.

And the little ones that I like so much, they will get the insurance, but you're telling me no one more time.

I will drive them here and I will cut them open and make them bleed to death in front of you.

Yes or no.

What's it gonna be sure.

Put him down.

Okay?