don't know her name.
She works at The Pearl,
across from the barracks.
She's got this walk, pure
beauty, eyes you could drown in.
You gave your ticket to a woman
and you didn't even fuck her?
I said I didn't know her name.
So, you fucked her then.
Another contact at 3-4-3.
This one's closing.
Give them a heads up.
Strap in. I'm about to put
this baby through some paces.
Attention! Transport HMS Tango-6...
you are encroaching
on a military vessel.
Come around till you're heading
0- 3-8, let's take this 0-3-8.
0- three-eight, copy? No response.
Plumbers flying planes.
Changing course to 2-8-5.
Two-eight-five, aye!
Diving to 50,000 feet...
Fifty-angels, aye!
What the fuck's going on?
That ought to do it.
They've changed direction.
They're on an intercept course.
Take your station.
- That's a civilian ship.
- Take your station, soldier.
Somebody tell me, what's going on?
HMS Tango-6, you must break off. 
Hold on!
They're coming straight
at us, Captain. 
HMS Tango-6, break off or
you will be fired upon. 
Repeat, you will be fired upon.
You must break off now!
Fire!
They're going to ram us...
Fire!
Captain, I've lost them. 
Get to the escape pod!
Come on, let's get in the pod. Go!
Let's go, let's go.
Get in the pod.
Go, quick!
Let's go, let's go.
The bomb!
Where's the bomb?
Come on, come on!
Give me that damn thing. Come on!
Let's get out of here!
- Pull the fucking chute!
- It's not releasing.
What are you doing?
Manual release on the outside.
You'll be killed.
Here we go...
Come on!
Pull the fucking chute!
Do it! Pull it.
What's going on?
We're still falling.
- We're too heavy.
- We lost the chute.
Goddam it!
Is there a back-up?
Hit the back-up!
- No!
- Fuck, no! Yes, motherfucker.
Pop it now, we'll shred
it like the first!
Open low, it'll slow us down
before we hit.
- Before the silk rips apart.
- He's right.
- What did he say?
- I've got not idea.
- Juba's right.
- Hit the goddam backup.
We've only got one chute left.
We rip that one, we're dead.
When we're lower, we'll pop it.
- Hit the god dam chute.
- 1500.
You better be right
about this, Juba.
You sure you know what
you're talking about?
You better be right about this,
you son of a bitch.
244... 152...
- Ready?
- Any time!
Any time now.
Open! Open now!
- Now!
- Pull the goddam chute!
There you go...
Come on, give me that.
The Captain's fucked.
We'll cut you loose.
It hit the artery.
If you pull it out, I'm gone.
- Amen.
- Amen.
Sergeant Hunter.
May I ask the borrow
of a grenade, please?
Thank you.
Good luck, Sergeant.
White phosphorous?
Conchita here, she's
a real spitfire.
Just make sure you're not near
me when your gun blows up.
- Where are we?
- Off by 4 leagues north-southwest.
Gotta pass through the city
like the old monk said.
Let's go.
Check your targets.
Two...
Need a hand with that, boss?
Be quiet.
Refugees. Where the
hell are they going?
Hunter?
The current bid stands
at two gold watches...
a diamond necklace, and
10,000 gold talents!
Get out of here, go on.
Clear off, then.
- Going once, going twice...
- I said, get back!
Sold! To the skeleton
in the monkey suit.
One ticket, not two!
- I bought it!
- And she'll show her gratitude...
cleaning my crap
from here to Mars.
Unless you want to
buy another ticket?
That's all my money!
Then fuck off!
Do you know who I am?
That's who you are.
Ass, stash or cash!
Nobody rides free!
I want everybody on in ten minutes. 
We need to cut through there.
I want diamonds. 
- Good place for an ambush.
- Can't be too many mutes.
There's too much easy meat.
All the more reason
for them to come.
I don't care whose... open it. 
Come on, show us your money.
It's your life I'm talking about.
Give me that... ah, fuck off.
Let it go, Hunter.
We go through the square.
- We don't have time for this.
- Make time.