shoot.
You got a gun to his head, so you think I wont splatter you all over?
Thats what I think.
My partner came here tonight prepared to die.
Hell... Hell, no!
Incinerating trash like you. Ready to die, right, Marcus?
- The fuck I want to do that for? - Scared, aint you, boy?
A: Put the gun down, tell me who brings this shit in...
...and maybe Ill just pop one in your shoulder.
Or B: Keep acting
bow to no man.
- She aint bowed yet, but...
We can talk about that another time.
I see you still with the large-sized ladies.
Now, hold on there, cousin.
Like I always tell you,
there aint nothing like the loving
you get from a big woman.
Mm-hm. Same old Bear!
He thinks Im gonna roll over, st loco!
Take it easy, Henry.
Dutch just wanna talk.
Seem like everybody in Harlem
played and the goddamn n
shoot us.
They can even conscript us!
They can use us as cannon fodder in the Somme!
But...
we have a weapon more powerful...
than any in the whole arsenal of the British Empire!
That weapon...
is our refusal!
Our refusal to bow to any order but our own!
Any institution but our own!
Our friends in the Royal Irish Constabulary want to shut me up.
Jail me again, shoot me, who knows?
But Id like you
shoot an arrow at a turtle shell box. When the king shot at the turtle shell box with his bow, the people who intended to harm the king were hit and killed by the arrow. Since then, on Daeboreum, people started preparing glutinous rice cakes as a ritual to offer to crows, which eventually became Yakbap.
Yakbap Recipe:
Ingredients: Glutinous rice, sugar, cinnamon powder, sesame oil, chestnuts,
shoot him...
and he knows hes gonna be dead
in a minute...
and he just defiantly
sings a song against them.
And what he sings is,
"Little mother, two by two,
wafts the wind on my hair."
I truly like that.
- What are they doing?
- I dont know.
Come here. Come here.
See, from here
I can see all the way across
the whole New York City,
almost across to Los Angeles.
Its a big town, baby!
I can see pra