Young Sully: Parents must be worried about you. (release Nate) You’re a long way from home, son. Young Nate: Sueltame, viejo! (Let me go, old man!) Young Kate Marlowe: It seems we have some time to kill. (sees a girl with him) Oh… who’s your friend? Don’t wanna lose him. Young Nate: Okay… I gotta get that wallet. (pull out a lockpick from the seller) Aha… That’s the ticket. Young Sully: Hey, I don’t want to rush you pal, but can you move it along? It’s just that I got a lady waiting, you know how that is. What’s he doing in there? I need to get a better look. Aw… now where did he go? Now what’s he doing? (The seller caught him) It was rotten anyway. (takes an apple from a counter) Oh, don’t mind if I do. Young Nate: Pendejo! (Asshole!) (sees Sully) Oh, there he is. Young Nate: All right… Here we go… Maybe upstairs. Talbot: Marlowe! We have to get you out of here.Ĭutter: Ah, come on - they were a right pair of assholes! What? I merely want what’s mine.Ĭutter: Oh, you’re bloody welcome, your majesty. Sullivan, I won’t harm your precious boy. So fearless… (takes out the knife from the umbrella) I wonder what you’re really afraid of… Not bullets, or blood, or broken bones… No, you get off on all this, don’t you? Cheating death - or not. Kate Marlowe: (humorless laugh) Same cocky little shit. Nathan: Oh, careful now - wouldn’t want you to melt. Not very dignified for a man of your age. Kate Marlowe: Still wallowing in the gutter with your protege, I see. (to Sully) Haven’t you, mate? (to Nate) Don’t. Ready to go, kid?Ĭutter: (to Nathan) Come here, come here. Now, just… just gimme a second there, mate. Argh, man… this got outta hand in a hurry. Sully: This a private party or can I join in? Nathan: (hits bartender with a bottle) Here, this one’s on me. Sully: I got him! All right, quick, hit him. Thug 2: Why don’t you have a go at me? Come on! While you still can.Ĭutter: (to Nathan) Do as the man says, son. Now, give me the ring, take the case, and walk out of here like gentlemen. Talbot: You’re not really in a position to negotiate.
Sully: And you? You can tell your ‘client’ you blew it.
What the hell are you tryin’ to pull here? Nathan: (looking at the money) Hold on a minute – Sully, this is fake. Talbot: If I may ask, how did you two come into this? 16th century Elizabethan design… Inscribed with Sir Francis Drake’s motto… Well, it appears to be genuine. (Nathan takes off his ring) I’ll need to authenticate it. Nathan: (the thug touches his crotch) Enjoying yourself, pal?īoss: My apologies. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity… But the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible. Nathan (offscreen): “All men dream… but not equally.