Damn this cigarette is good! Real tobacco - hard to find. G-g-g-go to hell. Damn, Garces....

Capitán Vidal: Damn this cigarette is good! Real tobacco - hard to find. El Tarta: G-g-g-go to hell. Capitán Vidal: Damn, Garces. We catch one and he turns out to be a stutterer. We'll be here all night. Garcés: As long as he talks. Capitán Vidal: Garces is right. You'd do better to tell us everything. But to make sure it happens, I brought along a few tools. Just things you pick up along the way. At first I won't be able to trust you, but after I use this, you'll own up to a few things. When we get to these we'll have developed a... how can I put this? A closer bond, much like brothers. You'll see. And when we get to this one, I'll believe anything you tell me.

Damn, this cigarette is good! Real tobacco hard to find. G-G-Go to hell. Damn, Garces. We catch one and he turns out to be a stutterer. We'll be here all night. As long as he talks. Garces is right. You'd do better to tell us everything. But to make sure it happens, I brought along a few tools. Just things you pick up along the way. At first, I won't be able to trust you, but after I use this, you'll own up to a few things. When we get to these, we'll have developed... how can I put this-? A closer bond, much like brothers. You'll see. And when we get to this one, I'll believe anything you tell me. I'll make you a deal. If you can count to three without st-t-tuttering, you can go. Don't look at him, look at me. Above me, there's no one. - Garces! - Yes, Captain? If I say this asshole can leave, would anybody contradict me? No one, Captain. He can leave. There you have it. Count to three.