All language subtitles for Perdita Durango 1997 REMASTERED 1080p BluRay x265-RARrr

(slow tempo music)

(jaguar growling)

(tense music)

(mumbling on PA)

- Want another?

Bonita.

Bring me another, and for you?

- What would you like?

- Coke.

- Diet?

- You fuckin' kidding?

- You live in Mexico?

- Not exactly.

- You headin' out somewhere?

- Nowhere now. What about yourself?

- Phoenix.

Four day software convention.

I'm a software salesman.

By the way, my name is Manny Flynn.

Half Jewish, half Irish.

What's yours?

- Perdita Durango.

- That's a beautiful name
for a beautiful woman.

Married?

- Listen, man.

You want me to go to Phoenix with you?

You pay my way, buy my meals,

I'll keep your dick hard
for four straight days.

While you're at the convention,

I'll do a little business myself.

Plenty of guys there, right?

I'll show some tit, hook a little cow.

Go quickly, 50 bucks a pop.

I'll let you keep half of the profit.

How 'bout it?

- I gotta go.

- Asshole.

(tense bongo music)

(crashing)

Hands up! Hands up!

You're sisters?

Know what, I had a sister, too.

Her name was Juana.

She had two little girls
that looked just like you.

Wanna see my sister, yeah?

Open it.

(laughing)

That's my sister.

Her husband shot and killed her,

and then he took his gun,

pointed to one, and then
the other little girl,

and he shot 'em both in the head.

Bang bang.

(yelling)
(crashing)

(tense music)

(gunshot blasting)

Thank you.

(tense theme music)

I need a drink.

(engine rumbling)

- [Man On PA] Please stay behind the line

until you are called forward.

All the citizens entering
the United States (mumbling).

(engine rumbling)

All the citizens entering
the United States--

(tense music)

- Forget it.

My little virgin.

- I think today's my lucky day.

- But not mine.

I'm sorry, but I'm in a bad mood today.

(laughing)

- Come on, everybody needs somebody.

Even women like you, Senorita Spit-fire.

My name is Romeo Dolorosa.

My Grandma is a Witch,

my father was a Spaniard,
and I have a Mexican ranch.

(smooching)

Do you want to come with me?

- Well, my name is Perdita
Durango, and I don't know

shit about my fucking parents, and I don't

wanna know shit about
your fucking little ranch.

(laughing)

(singing in foreign language)

- You remind me of someone.

- Yeah, who?

Doris Day?

(Romeo laughing)

Let me guess.

You're from Hollywood, right?

Probably think you're gonna
turn me into a big star.

But by the way you're dressed,

you remind me more of a faggot.

Or an extra in a bad Black Sabbath video.

(laughing)

- I like it.

Well, the truth is, I'm a scientist.

- A scientist?

No, you're definitely a dentist.

I could tell from that
stupid smile on your face.

It's the truth.

- Science is everything.

Scientists need money like everyone else.

They need funds to
continue their research.

So, that's why I'm here,
on this side of the border.

- I see.

Well, you're lookin' to the wrong person

for a donation, so...

- Don't worry, we have
plenty of donations,

like $12,000 I just received this morning

from the Morgan's Interstate Bank.

Keep quiet! Fucking Hell!
I don't want one fucking move!

(alarm ringing)

(crashing)

(tense music)

- The money, quick!

Here.

(tense music)

- [Romeo] Take off your shirt.

Come on, take off your shirt.

- What the fuck are you doing, man?

You're crazy.

Come on, show me your titties!

- Keep going.

The bra.

Come on, the bra.

- [Shorty Dee] What the
fuck are you doing, man?

- The bra.

- [Shorty Dee] It's not the time!

Oh, good Lord.

- [Romeo] Come here.

- [Shorty Dee] Do you hear me?

Let's go, shit, let's go!

Sweet mother of God.

- Go, go, go, go!

(women wailing)

(tense music)

Come on, Romeo! Are you
nuts or what?

(tense music)

(siren blaring)

Okay, thank you very much.

Here you go, the
mask of El Santo.

It will bring you good luck.

Thank you very much.

- You had to do it your
way, mother fucker!

Son of a bitch!

Hey, the last time I'm working with you!

Cabron!

Piece of shit...

He had to wear the fucking little mask,
like a son of a--

Hey man, how much did we get?

- I don't know, man.

I don't know, maybe 20,000,
maybe more, I don't know.

- Hope it's more.

At least 25.

One grand for each.

And the rest for the
mother fucking Catalina.

- Forget about Catalina,
cabron.

- It's scary, man.
I'm scared shitless!

Last week we owed him 20 grand,
and now it's 23!

If we don't pay him soon, he'll kill us.

Make a belt with our nipples.

Yes, it was funny, no sir.

We shouldn't have borrowed money from him.

I told you, I told... Romeo?

Romeo?

(tense music)

Fuck!

(thudding)

(crashing)

Holy fucking shit!

I'll get you man, I'll get you.

(tires squealing)

(laughing)

- Looks like your luck
is running out today.

It's all part of the plan, Perdita.

Well, I have different plans of my own,

like getting out of here.

Donate my body to science when I'm dead.

- You don't have to.

I already took care of that.

Look.

(tense music)

- Are you fucking crazy?

- Come on, trust in my
science, Perdita.

You want to cross the border with me?

- So, what the fuck are you?
A grave robber or bank robber?

I adore you. I've got
a really busy schedule today.

- [Man On PA] Please stay behind the line

until you are called forward.

All the citizens entering
the United States (mumbling).

(tense music)

Remain in your vehicle until (mumbling).

(buzzing)

Entering the United States--

- Your papers, please.

- Your papers, please.
- Yes sir.

- [Man On PA] Remain in your
vehicles until (mumbling).

Please stay behind the
line until you are called.

(tense music)

Anything to declare?
- Nothing, Officer.

Please stay behind the line
until you are called forward.

All the citizens entering
the United States (mumbling).

All right. You may continue.
- Thank you.

(both laughing)

- Trust in science, Perdita.

- [Perdita] Oh.

- [Romeo] Trust in science.

I come from the island of Petit Caribe.

Three miles long, a mile wide.

When I was kid, there were only two cars.

One day, of course, they crashed.

(blasting)

Sooner or later it was bound to happen.

It was impossible for it not to happen.

That's how the world turns.

(grunting)
(banging)

It's how you and I met, Perdita.

(grunting)

(moaning)

(uptempo beat music)

You will be my lyalocha.

- [Perdita] What?

- My high priestess.

You can help me with the ritual.

Last night I dreamed about it,

dreamed that I was licking your body.

- Stop.

Stop.

- Did I do this?

- What the fuck are you talking about?

I'm a sorcerer, Perdita.
Your Babalad.

- It's the rule of Ocha,
Santeria, my science.

- Don't talk shit to me.

You don't believe in those things, do you?

- I do believe in its power.

Wanna see it?

Or are you scared?

(chuckling)

(Romeo grunting)

(tense ritual music)

(goat bleating)

(Romeo growling)

(Romeo weeping)

(yelling)

(booming)

(sniffing)

(breathing heavily)

The Pinaldo! The saint is born
from the dead.

The saint is born from the dead.

Without death, there is no cycle.

Without death,
there is no sainthood.

(tense beat music)

(splashing)

(huffing)

(man chanting)

(woman groaning)

(tense music)

(dramatic music)

- [Perdita] I wish you wouldn't do that.

- Why not, it's to curse evil spirits away.

- [Perdita] I don't believe
in that voodoo bullshit.

I doubt if those people did, either.

- It's not voodoo, it's Santeria.

It's not the same.

- Little magical tricks, Latin bullshit.

- But it works.

You saw it.

- Yeah, but, for how long?

You know, people are not that stupid.

- Yeah, do you have a
better idea, smart ass?

(Romeo chuckling)

- Yeah.

You know what?

We should kill someone.

- What?

(chuckling)

- Yeah, we should kill them,
and then we should eat them.

(laughing)

- Fuck, like cannibals,
my love?

- Mmm hmm, that's right.

It'll be ingrained in
their brains forever.

Let's do it tomorrow.

- Tomorrow's no good.

I have a date across the border.

- A date?

Son of a bitch.

- It's not what you think, it's business.

(lively music)

When I was a kid in
Caribe,

I spent every day in the
port with my cousin, Reggie.

There were huge ships, every
one going to different places.

Panama, Mexico, Hong Kong, Lisboa.
Places that we couldn't even imagine.

From that moment, I
knew I would go far into

the world beyond Caribe.

- Yeah, what went wrong?

- What do you mean?

- Well, this isn't
exactly Paris, sweetheart.

- Fuck you.

(thwapping)

(laughing)

Fuck you!

- I lived in Paris for two years, Mademoiselle.

And four years in Madrid.

You know Madrid?

Look at this.

Mira, Mira, I got this from a bull.

I was a bullfighter.

And this is a fucking
souvenir from Beirut.

The Marines.

The greatest travel agency
in this fucking wide world.

(tapping)

What are you thinking in
that little head of yours?

(chuckling)

- I'm thinking that if
we can do a kidnapping,

we should get a gringo.

A güero?

It'll be impressive.

(laughing)

- Adolfo, do you hear that?

- Killing güeros?

(laughing)

Fucking Hell! Living with you will be kick ass!

(Romeo yelling)

("Mary Tyler Moore Theme Song")

♪ Who can turn the world on with a smile ♪

(doorbell ringing)

- [Glory Ann] Coming.

Coming.

I'm coming.

♪ And suddenly make it
all seem worthwhile ♪

♪ Well, it's you girl,
and you should know it ♪

- [Duane] Is Estelle here?

- Of course she is.

Come on in, come on in.

Estelle!

Estelle, honey, Duane's here!

Oh, please don't make him wait.

Now, come on down.

- Hello, Mr. Satisfy.

- Hi.

(uptempo rock music)

- I'll be there in a second.

- Estelle, don't you hear me?

Come down!

What is Duane gonna think of us?

Oh, she is the worst.

- Duane.

In this world, you have to be in control.

It's the only thing that makes us

different from the animals.

- Absolutely, Mr. Satisfy.

- Ah, you can call me Herb.

You know, when we were dating, Glory Ann

always called me Herb.

After Herb Alpert, the musician.

You know.

(humming)

The Tijuana Brass.

You heard of them, right?

- Well, um...

Not really.

- What is that?

- It's a free form mobile representing

the four basic food groups.

- Here they come.

(Glory Ann singing)

- Here she is.

(audience on TV laughing)

- You look beautiful.

- Okay, you two kids go
out now, and have a good time.

- Estelle said you're heading to Susie.

- Ah, that's where the young ones go

to have fun nowadays, hmmm?

(Estelle chuckling)

- Yeah, well--

- Let's go, Duane.

Otherwise we might never get out of here.

- Hey, Duane.

Remember what I told you.

- [Both] Always be in control.

(laughing)

(tense uptempo music)

- They haven't arrived yet?

- No.

Where is Perdita?

- Shopping.

(clanking)

(tense ominous music)

(bell dinging)

(thudding)

(crashing)
(tires squealing)

- Oh my God.

Are you all right, sir?

I coulda killed you!

Here, let me help you.

Are you all right?

- Call an ambulance!

Call for help!

(excited chattering)

- Oh, oh, oh, all right,
all right, all right.

Just let go, let go.

It's all right, thank you.

Lady, stop touching me.

Stop touching me.

Ow, shit.

- Excuse me, sir?

(groaning)

- It's the Holy Bible.

Yeah.

- You also have a letter.

Is it a secret admirer?

(Adolfo chuckling)

- Oh my God.

My number one fan.

It's my grandmother, Maria Jose, man.

I love her!

I love that woman.

She always writes to me.

(chuckling)

She's the oldest woman in
Petit Caribe.

I mean, no one knows how old she is.

Whatever happened in my country,

she was there to tell the story.

She doesn't know how to write,

so she dictates her letters
to my cousin, Danny Mestiza.

Even when my cousin Reggie and I were
in Beirut, she sent me a letter.

We got the money you sent.
Danny says thanks, and so do I.

I'm reading the Bible, looking for
the place where you're fighting.

Have you seen the
Garden of Eden?

(blasting)

(excited yelling)

(gunfire blasting)

- [Soldier] Get down, down!

(blasting)

- Did you see it?

- What, man?

- The Garden of Eden.

Of course! Fuck, Adolfo,
of course, man!

That's when I saw the devil.

Guns exploded everywhere he stepped.

(laughing)

(tense music)

There they are.

Stay put.

- All right.

(engines rumbling)

(laughing)

Primo!
- Reggie, man.

Hey, man! I missed you, asshole!

As elegant as ever.

How's business?

I get by...
- That's over, man, that's over!

We're too big for this fucking border.

I'm changing your luck, Romeo.
You know Marcelo Santos?

Crazy Eyes Santos?
- Don't ever call him that!

He hates it. It pisses him off.
- Are you working for him now?

- I told you man, big
business, big business.

Listen. You're my brother. My brother.

My brother.

Mr. Santos wants to meet you.

He's here?
- In the car.

(tense music)

(faint classical music)

- Romeo Dolorosa. You like ham?

Illegal, but delicious.

- Thanks.

It's a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Santos.

- I know this is a strange place to meet,

but you see, I'm on my way to another

business meeting and I hate to fly.

Drink?

- Yeah, thanks.

- Your cousin, Reggie,

he speaks very highly of you.

He tells me you send money
back home to your family.

I like that.

- Well, Reggie and I are very tight, but,

he might have exaggerated
a little, Mr. Santos.

(tense music)

- You don't have to be humble with me.

I need someone like you by my side.

And my proposal is very simple.

In 48 hours, a truck will arrive,

a refrigerated semi trailer truck

loaded with human embryos
for the cosmetic industries.

- You are making a skin cream with fetuses?

- Not a bad idea, huh, although
it's not originally mine.

You see, the Nazis made bars
of soap out of the Jews.

- Yeah, and you have adapted
it to our times.

- More or less.

People want to be so
beautiful nowadays, eh?

You have to give them what they want, no?

- Sure, everyone wants to look younger.

- Anyway, we must get this
shipment to a secret lab

in Las Vegas, right away.

- Right.

You want me to go with Reggie?

- No, I have other plans for him.

They tell me that you know the area.

Can you do it?

- Certainly, Mr. Santos.

I'm glad to help.

Muy bueno. Now I have $10,000 dollars
for you in old bills.

The driver will have an
envelope with your instructions.

When you arrive safely in Las Vegas,

your cousin Reggie will
give you another $10,000.

You remember always that
God and I are with you.

(uptempo party music)

(Romeo whistling)

- Hey, chica, looking for someone?

- Where the hell did
you get that thing, huh?

- I took it from a kid. Get in.

Get in.

(Romeo whistling)

- Oh!

You are a clown, you know that?

- But a clown with a golden dick.

- [Perdita] Right.

- Look, Perdita, look.

(gasping)

- Yes!

You little devil, you.

So your date was with a bank, huh?

- Oh no, something better.

We have to go on vacation,
isn't that great?

And when we get there, there will be

another package like this one.

Give me.

- Oh.

Sounds like a good plan.

-Yes, it is.

We're leaving tomorrow
night, so we have enough time

to do our little show.

I sent Adolfo to the ranch
to get everything ready.

- I thought with everything
that is going on,

I thought you would probably
forget about that, santero.

- Forget about it?

Are you crazy or what?

No, it's the only thing I can think about,

now more than ever.

We need a good sacrifice
to appease the gods.

- Well, this is the perfect place.

There's nothing but little fucking lambs

walking around here.

We just have to think about doing it.

- It's easy.

Just tap someone and say,

I'm a Palo Mayombe High Priestess.

Mind if I cut your throat
and eat your heart?

Okay, what should we get?

- I don't know.

How 'bout something blonde, tan, muscular.

- Are you gonna fuck him,
or are you gonna eat him?

- Maybe both.

- Okay.

(uptempo rock music)

♪ It don't matter if
your pants are shiny ♪

♪ If your dick is big
or your dick is tiny ♪

♪ It don't matter if
your wig's on straight ♪

♪ If you show up early
you're probably too late ♪

♪ Cause it's soul ♪

♪ City ♪

♪ Soul ♪

♪ City ♪

Here's your man.

- He's no good.

- What do you mean, he's no good?

- From far away, he looked different.

Esta fuckin' borracho!

I hate drunks.

(laughing)

- What do I do with him now?

- I don't know.

Why don't you leave him
where you found him?

- Who the hell are you people?

(laughing)

You crazy bitch!

Sorry, man. Who understands women?

- What are you doing?

- Watch, wait,

(gun clicking)

And see.

(tense beat music)

(screaming)

Shut up, shut up.

Come here, come here.

Come on.

Fuckin' blow your ass up.

(tense beat music)

(Romeo mumbling)

(Estelle screaming)

- [Estelle] Someone get me outta here!

- They're gonna kill the kids!

They're the devil!

I saw it in their eyes!

They're gonna eat them
and come back for more!

Fuck all of you.

(stammering)

- Excuse me, excuse me.

- Shut up, Duane.

- Shh.

It's okay, it should--

(stammering)

What's going on?

(Perdita laughing)

Well, if you were
thinking of ransoming us,

you know, Estelle's
father works in an office.

- Shut up.

You're gonna get us killed.

- He works in an office, and my father

doesn't have any money.

- The world doesn't spin only on money,

pinche güero.

- Estelle, is that your name, princess?

I like it.

Estrellita, that's what
we'll call you, Estrellita.

You like that, Perdita?

- What are you gonna do to us?

- Nothing you won't like.

- Show you where the
people live, Estrellita.

Be a place to tell about
if you get a chance

at the next family picnic.

- Too bad you won't live
to tell your tale.

- Please, let us go.

She looks like Barbie.

- You would stick your
dick in a fuckin' keyhole

if you had the opportunity, huh?

- Listen,

I understand that your people have been,

you know, oppressed by our country, okay?

And I feel for you, you know?

I mean, I really do,
but it's not our fault.

It's not our fault.

Okay?

What?

Are you going to kill us?

- Oh my God.

(laughing)

- No, I'm not going to kill you.

It's gonna be worse.

What do you think about
Christmas in fucking hell.

- Oh my God.

(Romeo laughing)

(Duane mumbling)

- You fucking...

You make it right, sugar, you're the best.

I love you.

Come on, come on, come on.
Don't look at me like that.

Come on, cheer up.

Fun, good party, okay?

I'm gonna put on a song, I
know you're gonna like.

Come on, listen to this.

(lively music)

- It's Herb Alpert.

- And The Tijuana Brass.

- This can't be happening.

- It's exciting, it's exciting.

Perdita, no hay duda,

they are the chosen ones.

- Listen, please, please, please, just--

(cracking)

(Duane groaning)

(laughing)

(Romeo mumbling)

(knocking)

- [Fed] Sheriff?

- What now, Fed?

- There's somebody out here
who wants to talk to ya.

- Does it have to be now?

- Says he from the DEA.

- I'll be damned, a big shot.

Okay, give me two minutes.

- Okay.

- And shut the door behind
you on your way out, will you?

- Yes, sir.

- I'm sorry, Vickie.

We'll have to continue this later.

See you tomorrow?

Yeah, I'll call you.

- This way, sir.

- Thank you.

How you doin'?

Woody Dumas, special agent
for the Federal Narcotic

Division up there in Dallas.

- Rip Ford, sit down, tell
me how I can help you.

- Thank you.

- What happened to you?

- Nothing.

Sure is hot in here.

- That's Susie.

- Thank you.

So, are you up to speed on this operation?

- What operation?

- I sent you a fax two days ago.

- Oh, yeah, yeah, the fax from Dallas.

I have it here.

You're after that
character, what's his name?

- Romeo Dolorosa.

- Yeah, supposed to be a
witch doctor or something.

- Uh huh.

Santero, drug dealer,
bank robber, scumbag.

- Here it is.

(chuckling)

I reckon he made it
through your ambush in Del Rio.

They say he disappeared like a ghost.

- Well, he was lucky.

- Coulda been magic, right?

Maybe this Romeo has a cloth doll

looks just like you,
stuck full of needles.

(chuckling)

Says here his hideout's in Mexico.

- Yeah, he's got a ranch on the border.

- I don't see how we can help you.

It's outside of our jurisdiction,

and it's outside of
your jurisdiction, too,

Special Agent Dumas.

- Yeah, I know it's outside
of your jurisdiction,

and I know you're busy,

but I've been following this
guy for quite a while now

and I know he works both
sides of the border,

wherever the money is.

- It's a big border.

- Yeah, it is, but unfortunately for you,

they're here in Susie, 'cause I just saw

her a few hours ago.

- Her?

There's a woman involved, too?

- Uh huh, Perdita Durango,

and she's as dangerous
as he is, maybe more.

- Hmm, this woman that you say you saw,

has she done anything illegal
in the state of Texas?

- It's not gonna take her
long to break the law.

(phone ringing)

- Sheriff Ford speaking.

Yeah.

Two college kids, you say?

You sure?

All right, all right, yeah.

We're comin' right away.

Yeah, thanks for callin', Phil.

- You know, Ava Gardner,
I always loved her lips.

(tense music)

- Welcome to
[speaking in foreign language]

What's the plan, Romeo?

- Forget about the plan, for the future

has already been written.

- Be cool.

You're the boss.

- No, you are the boss.

- You're the boss.

- I said you are the boss.

(laughing)

- What's wrong with him?

- This is crazy.

My God, where are we?

- Looks like another planet.

(tense music)

- This can't be happening to me.

This cannot be happening to me.

- Sleep a little, Senorita.

- Please let me go.

I'll give you anything you want.

Don't you realize they're gonna kill us?

- I know nothing, Senorita.

- What do you mean, you know
nothing? You're with them.

Look, I have $40 and a Visa card.

If you let me go, I'll give you my number.

Okay, I'll give it to you now.
It's seven four seven zero.

- You want a blanket?

- Say something!

- You want a blanket?

- Why are you doing this to me?

You want to kill us, too, is that it?

(screaming)
(crashing)

(tense music)

(footsteps thudding)

(door squeaking)

(gasping)

(tense music)

- I want to share
something with you, Duane.

It's my treasure.

(breathing heavily)

(chickens clucking)

(tense music)

- A sticker collection?

It looks interesting.

- Interesting?

Duane, when I first saw
these drawings, I started

looking for the answers to
the big questions in life.

What the fuck are we doing here, Duane?

Why do we need to do it?

Why do we need to fuck or watch TV?

Tell me, do you understand
what I'm saying?

(tense eerie music)

You're not one of those teenagers

who doesn't believe in anything,

are you Duane?

- No.

I believe in a superior energy.

- Energy?

Energy?

Fuck energy, Duane!

No, no, no, don't start with
that hippie bullshit, okay?

I'm talking about Gods.

Gods.

Creators of fucking universes.

- Okay, okay, all right, I believe, okay?

- Good.

(tense music)

(flies buzzing)

- God.

(breathing heavily)

(gasping)

- So Goldilocks here
wants to be a hero, huh?

- Shut up.

(tense music)

- I expected you to be
a stupid-ass white girl

that can't do shit without daddy.

I bet your biggest hope is to
marry some cocksuckin' cowboy.

- I said shut up.

- Marry him and pump out two blonde kids,

perpetuating the cycle endlessly.

Isn't that right?

- I'll shoot you.

- Come on, give me the gun.
I don't want to hurt you.

- I don't want to die.

I don't know what this is
about, but I do not want to die.

- Okay, then kill me.

(tense music)

Go ahead, shoot!

But if you miss...

- I know how to shoot
a gun. I'm not stupid.

- Really?

I'll give you a piece of advice.

- I don't need your advice.

- If you really want to do
something, you just do it,

but you don't think about it.

That's the difference between you and me.

I would have killed you a long time ago.

- For instance,

the Aztecs, the old
inheritors of this land.

These people had this all figured out

thousands of years before
you and I were born, Duane.

See this guy?

It's me.

And this here is you.

Food for the Gods.

- How many men have you fucked?

None?

I can't believe it, you're
still a virgin, huh?

It's written all over your face.

It's okay, we all been there.

Come on, this is stupid.

Give me the gun.

That's good.

(tense music)

(thudding)

(screaming)

- Ow!

- You know what they did to me
in school when I misbehaved?

They would whack my hands with a ruler.

(yelling)

(Estelle whimpering)

Now kiss my feet, come on.

(smooching)

Good girl.

- To live, you have to die.

- Oh my God.

(weeping)

That's right.

Think about Jesus.

(yelling)

Why do you think that every
Sunday, millions of people

get together to drink his blood?

(yelling)

(tense music)

Tell me.

To remember the day they
sacrificed their God.

(yelling)

Man has forgotten about religion.

I envy you, really.

Through your sacrifice,
you'll be immortal,

like Jesus.

- Telling him a bedtime story, Romeo?

- No, just filling a few
holes in Duane's education.

- Well, my little intellectuals,

I have one or two holes that
I need filled in myself.

(Romeo chuckling)

- [Perdita] Uh uh, this way.

- Ah.

- Sit down.

Sit down.

- [Estelle] Hey, what are you doing?

What do you want?

Leave me alone.

- Does it hurt, Estrellita?

Estrellita.

Light of my life,
fire of my heart.

I'm not going to do anything.

(tense music)

- I hate her.

- I think your friend, Duane, likes her.

- Is he with her?

- I'm afraid so.

But don't worry, you're with me.

Romeo will take care
of you, mi amor.

(Estelle yelling)

- Put your hands up.

Up, up, up, up, up.

(tense music)

(Estelle yelling)

- What the fuck is this?

- [Estelle] What?

- This.

- [Estelle] It's fake.

(spitting)
(ring tinkling)

- Come on, Estrellita, you don't need it.

That's for the putas, Estrellita.

(Estelle whimpering)

- [Perdita] What are your
goals in life, Duane?

- What?

(tense music)

- What are your plans for the future?

Huh?

Come on, Duane, goals.

All good American boys have them, huh?

(Estelle whimpering)

Wow.

So, you're finally starting
to like me, Duane, huh?

I was beginning to wonder.

- Ah.

- Tell me something nice.

- Oh.

- I'm a woman, after all.

(Estelle whimpering)

(tense music)

(Perdita grunting)

How many times have you done this, Duane?

- Huh?

- How many times?

107

Five?

Fuck.

Once.

Shit.

(chuckling)

So how was it?

- I'll never forget it.

(woman cackling)

- I'll make sure you don't forget.

"Cause it'll be the only
fuck you have in your life.

Time's up, cowboy.

- Whoa, ow.

- There's no TV here, but uh,

there's something better
that I want to show you.

Come on.

Get up!

(Romeo breathing heavily)

(Estelle whimpering)

The two greatest pleasures in
life are fucking and killing.

(Romeo moaning)

(tense beat music)

(wind whooshing)

So,

I think it should be you who decides

who's going to be sacrificed.

You're the sorcerer.

- What about the gringo?

You chose him.

- Bullshit.

You're the one who started this.

You know all you wanted was that little

fucking blonde pussy, anyway, that's all.

- The poor girl bled a lot, you know.

Just like caramel cream.

(chuckling)

- Well, too bad she's not
a virgin anymore, huh?

Wouldn't it have been better
for your little ceremony?

- Yeah.

That's true.

Why didn't I think about it before?

Shit.

Too late now.

Well, anyway, I'm glad we're takin' a trip

after the ceremony tonight, because they're

gonna be talking about
it for a long, long time.

Everything is falling into place, Perdita.

Do you think I'm a lucky man, bonita?

(Romeo yelling)

(Perdita screaming)

- Fuck.

Don't you ever call me bonita.

You call me bonita one more fucking time,

I'll fucking kill you.

(Romeo chuckling)

(smacking)

(thudding)
(grunting)

Fuck!

(Perdita grunting)

(yelling)

(both breathing heavily)

(both moaning)

(jet engine whooshing)

(tense music)

(engines rumbling)

(attendees chattering)

(tense music)

- OK. It's time.

The show must begin.

Before anything, I want you to know

that it's been a great
pleasure knowing you both.

- You see, Duane, they're gonna kill us.

- This can't be happening.

I mean, this can't be happening.

- I'm afraid it is, Duane, cabrén.

I mean, out there,
there's a bunch of people

that have come from very far for this,

and we cannot let them down, so...

(sighing heavily)

One of you will die.

- One, only one?

- Yeah, that's right.

Only one.

I mean, Perdita and I
haven't decided which one,

so, best if we decide
between the four of us.

- And the other one?

What happens to the other one?

- The other one gets a trip to Miami.

What do you think this
is, a fucking contest?

- Okay.

Who votes for Duane?

- I'm sorry, Duane.

- Estelle, what the fuck are you doing?

- I don't wanna die.

I hope you understand.

- What about me?

- Relax, cabron.

Relax.

You'll have your chance to vote.

Let's see, whoever thinks
Estelle should be the one,

raise their hand.

- You son of a bitch!

- Bitch.

You're the only bitch around here.

Do you think I'm stupid or something, huh?

You think I didn't see you fucking him?

- He raped me.

- That's bullshit.

I saw you moving your ass.

Did two years of playing the square.

I have just as much a
right to live as you do.

- When my father finds
out what you've done,

he'll chop your balls off,
you piece of shit coward.

- Your father?

Your father's a fucking joke!

- Shut up!

Okay, Perdita, what do we do now?

I don't know.

- After this fucking circus,
I think they both should die.

- Excuse me, the people
are getting restless.

- Okay, Adolfo, you decide.

Which one?

The gringa.

- You stupid mother fucker!

Who the hell do you think you are?

Romeo, you're not listening to him, right?

- I'm sorry, it's been decided.

(weeping)

Don't be scared, Estrellita.

Don't be scared.

Tonight you'll be immortal.

You'll enter in the house of dreams,

where you'll live forever.

Stop crying, Estrellita.

That's not going to be any good.

(tense music)

(breathing heavily)

- No.

- [Romeo] I was 10 years old

when they gave me the necklaces.

One for each god.

Elegua, Yemaya,
Chango, Obatala and Ochun.

Since then, my necklaces
have protected me from evil.

(clinking music)

(chanting)

(uptempo beat music)
We live on a river bank.

(man whooping)
That of the great light.

On the other bank
is the great night,

where we find force to live!

If we return from the other side,
we'll have power,

power over others,
over our enemies.

- [Estelle] Ah, ah!

Somebody help me!

Somebody stop him!

We must triumph over those
who would keep us

in poverty and sadness.

(screaming)
This is the truth!

We must devour our enemies,

Somebody stop him!
- before they devour us.

Help me!
- This is the Pinaldo.

What is wrong with you?

(Estelle screaming)

The saint's born from death.

- Don't you wanna see Romeo

eating your girlfriend's heart out?

Huh?

Just might turn you on.

- You're a monster.

How can you do this?

Don't blame me, güerito!

Don't you remember,
you voted for her, too.

Hmm?

Enjoy the show, sweetheart.

(Estelle screaming)

(weeping)

Little piece of shit.

You will fucking pay.

(Duane weeping)

Go!

(Estelle screaming)

See if you fucking like it.

What?

(uptempo beat music)

Only night gives strength
against the light.

No sainthood without death.
- Somebody stop him!

(uptempo beat music)

(cracking)

(Estelle screaming)

No sainthood without death.

- Romeo!

(crashing)

(gunfire popping)

(attendees screaming)

(yelling in foreign language)

(tense dramatic music)

Remember me, honey?

Remember the money we owe Catalina?

(laughing)

Well, forget it.

Now it's too late.

Instead, I'm gonna bring
him your fucking head.

Party's over, santero!

(gun clicking)

(gunshots popping)
(man groaning)

Bitch! Bitch!

(gunfire popping)

(tense music)

(attendees screaming)

- Get off me.

He's alive.

- Where's the other kid?

- [Perdita] Duane!

Get in the car!

Get in.

Come on, come on.

Shit.

- Are we gonna stay up here lookin'?

Plenty of them coulda died.

They're a bunch of mother fuckin' killers.

- Hey, forget about it, Fed.

Dammit, remember, we're not here.

- He's right, son.

There's nothin' we can do.

Gimme this.

Who is this, a relative or somethin'?

- My sister's boy.

- Lucky you.

(flames crackling)

(Estelle screaming)

(man yelling)

- [Estelle] Stop!

(booming)

- Go!

We must go!

Go, go, go!

(engine rumbling)

(breathing heavily)

Fuck, no one's gonna
say anything, or what?

- The fuck do you want us to say, huh?

- Don't you wanna know who
the son of a bitch was?

- What for?

He's fucking dead.

What I want to know is, what the fuck

are we gonna do with these two?

Give me time, Perdita, okay?

- Give me that, give me that.

Try to think of something, okay?

- [Estelle] Stop it, stop it!

- [Duane] Calm down.

- [Estelle] Please.

- Shut up!

Shut up!

(Estelle screaming)

- [Estelle] Stop!

Fuck!

- [Romeo] Shut up.

- It's all right, it's
okay, it's okay, okay?

Okay?

The meeting point is in Junction.

- Right?

There we'll pick up the truck.

- If we drive all night,
we could get there on time.

- We can't be late, Perdita.

(Estelle weeping)

What's wrong, santero?

- Did your gods abandon you?

- You see?

We lost 'em.

- Relax, kid. He's right in front of us.

Just can't see him.

I go any faster, he's gonna see us.

- You sure?

He coulda disappeared.

They say Dolorosa's a nagual.

(tense music)

- A nagual?

- Mmm hmm.

A supernatural beast that has a human head

and a jaguar's body.
- And a camel's dick.

Best of all, he can make himself invisible

in front of his enemies.

- Well, that would explain many things.

- Yeah, like how'd that son of a bitch

get across the border?

- Yeah, with two naked and feathered kids

in his back seat.

- You must be kiddin...

You believe that Mexican bullshit?

- Yeah, why not?

Stuff works, if you believe in it.

You know, one time, I saw these guys crash

right into a brick wall,
'cause they thought

they were gonna go through.

- And did they?

- Yeah, little pieces of 'em went through.

Rest of 'em stayed
splattered all over the wall.

(singing in foreign language)

- [Perdita] Shouldn't be parked
in the middle of the road

after what happened with those two inside.

- Hey now, wait, you don't
fuck around with Santos.

I promised Reggie I wouldn't.

- Truly, you made a promise,

and a Spanish gentleman never
breaks his promise, right?

Even if it'll cost him his life.

- What do you want?

That's how I am.

And you?

What if I were killed?

Would you cry?

(tense music)

- [Man] Hey, Skinny.

Skinny boy, hey, what's up back there?

What you doin', Popsicle dick?

Come on, talk to me, talk to me.

Skinny boy.

What's goin' on?

Come on.

I think he has to pee.

- Naw, man, he wants to suck your dick.

- Aw!

Are you a bit nervous, Pete?

- Nervous?

What the fuck would I have
to be nervous about, cabrón?

- Shit, partner, look at the truck.

You took six amphetamines, caffadreine,

Korean-American and Siberian
ginseng, 16 giant easies.

- Eh, vitamins to keep me young.

- Yoo hoo, what
is it now, Mr. Fetus?

- There it is.

Right on time.

Santos knows how to do things right.

Each of them knew.

(engine rumbling)

(faint uptempo rock music)

- Hey, Dolorosa, cool.

DeeDee Peralta, Pete Armendariz.

- Fuck's up?

- Right smack on time.

Mr. Santos will appreciate that.

- Here's your instructions.

When you get to Las
Vegas, Reggie San Pedro

will be waitin' for ya.

- I know, I know.

He's my cousin.

- That doesn't concern me.

Mr. Santos will be countin' on you.

And I hope you don't fuckin' let him down.

(thudding)

(hissing)

- Look at you, Skinny.

You're frozen.

Piece of shit ass-munch.

Fucking gringo cocksuckers!

Shut up.

Go fuck a cactus!

- Estelle.

Estelle.

(mumbling)

(uptempo beat music)

I think it's the police.

Shh.

- [Woody] All right.

We got 'em.

And those other three
assholes work for Santos.

- We can't go in like this, Dumas.

We gotta call in some back up.

- Go ahead.

Get off me.

Go back to your fuckin' crossword puzzle.

- [Fed] Come on.

(footsteps rustling)

- Who is that?

My woman.

The two in the back.

Your nephews?

What do you think this is,
a fuckin' family picnic?

Shit.

Hate workin' with goddamn morons.

(tense beat music)

Fuck!

- [Woody] All right, assholes, DEA!

Drop the guns, put your hands in the air!

(gunshots blasting)
(yelling)

(engine rumbling)

(groaning)

(breathing heavily)

(clicking)

- Goddamn devil.

Just go ahead and kill me.

(gunshots blasting)

(chuckling)

(tense beat music)

(groaning)

- Skinny.

Skinny.

No, you dumb fuck.

(gunshots blasting)

(mumbled yelling)

(screaming)

- [Woody] Shit.

Dammit.

(tense music)

- [Romeo] Fuck you.

(thudding)
(grunting)

Fuckin' mother fucker.

- Stop the fuckin' truck.

Stop the fuckin' truck.

Stop it!

Mother fucker.

Your luck just ran out, asshole.

(laughing)

(thudding)
(yelling)

(tense music)

(siren blaring)

(mumbled chattering on police radio)

- [Officer] Come in, come in 214.

Anyone there?

Hello?

(mumbling)

- [Doyle] Charly, make sure
this baby gets a decent burial.

- Oh, thank you very much.

Hey.

(helicopter blades whirring)

- Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Get off me.

- No, sir.

Please don't move.

Lay down, sir.

(uptempo playful music)

(children laughing)

(laughing)

Yeah, the bambinos.
Great, great! Yes!

- What do we do now?

- They're all dead.

Marcello, Peralta,

and fucking Skinny.

- They're all good men.

They didn't deserve to die that way.

- Who would have thought
that Romeo Dolorosa

was going to mess everything up?

- He came highly recommended.

- Seems like DEA was
following him for a while.

- I must act quick.

Protect our merchandise.

I have to find that man.

What's his name?

- Woody Dumas.

He's from Dallas, I remember him.

- He's hurting us so bad.

- Everyone wants to get rid of him,

even his bosses in Dallas.

Who can we get?

- It would be wiser to send
an outside representative

to handle the job.

Why not send the Fist?

- Yes, Provino Momo.

- The Fist, I know him well.

I'll give him 24 hours to deliver.

- And tomorrow, we have one less worry.

- Well, my blessing goes with the Fist,

and may God be with him.

Girls! Hey!

- And what do we do with Romeo Dolorosa?

He's as dangerous as Dumas.

- [Woman] Help!

That thief!

Call the police!

(horn honking)

(footsteps crunching)

Hi, pendejos. I hope you like it.

(door thudding)

(thrashing)

- The idea of driving 1,000 miles with

Estrellita makes me ill.

What if I take Duane?

- No, he can take the gun away from you.

He'll come with me in the truck.

- What if I tie him up?

Bad idea, my love.

- If anyone sees him, we'll be fucked.

So you'll do better with Estrellita.

(whooshing)

- You shouldn't smoke so much.

I only tried it twice, you know.

Once, the summer before
starting junior high,

I had... I had one of my father's Larks.

Actually, I only smoked half and um,

then I couldn't do any more
because I started coughing.

Second was at a party at
my sorority, you know,

one of the student clubs that they have.

Mine was Kappa Gamma Epsilon.

This time it was a lot
better, it was sweeter.

Look, I know, I know, I know, I know,

I'm just talking and you hate me.

You do hate me, right?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so nervous,

I just don't know what to do.

I can't help it.

Please, are you ever gonna talk to me?

- Listen, you little cunt.

If you don't stop breathing
down my fuckin' neck,

you won't make it to the next gas station.

Okay?

("I Walk The Line")

- [Duane] My dad used
to sing this song to me

when I was a little boy.

- [Romeo] Are your parents dead?

- [Duane] They're on vacation in Europe.

They won a trip on one of
those TV shows for couples.

(laughing)

- Was one of those
shows, where a mom tells

millions of people how
she does it with dad.

- They did eight shows.

I mean, it was the worst two
months of my entire life.

Well, now this.

- It's not so bad.

You're still alive.

- Why are memories always so sad?

- Not always.

Come on.

I remember once, when I was a kid,

someone brought
movies to Petit Caribe.

They showed them in my uncle's bar.

There I saw Burt Lancaster
for the first time,

in the movie Vera Cruz.

(dramatic music)

- [Burt Lancaster] That was Asa's mistake.

- Seeing Burt Lancaster, man.

He had about one hundred
giant gleaming teeth.

(dramatic music)

(gunshot blasting)

(tense music)

He was the type of man
that I wanted to be,

combined with the
nobility of Gary Cooper.

It's a dramatic ending.

It's the perfect ending for a man.

The true path to sainthood.

Yeah.

- You're gonna kill us when we
get to Las Vegas, aren't you?

- Don't make plans.

I hate people who make plans, Duane.

Be best if we work things
out as we go along, amigo,

don't you think?

- I would appreciate that.

(tense beat music)

(mumbling)

(siren blaring)

(tense beat music)

- What's this?

Junction to...

Las Vegas.

Come on.

(phone keys beeping)

Yeah, Doyle, what'd you
look at the map with,

your fuckin' asshole, huh?

They're goin' to Vegas.

Las Vegas.

Hello?

Piece of shit phone.

(crashing)

(grunting)

(tense music)

(thudding)
(grunting)

- What's that strange sound?

Speak more slowly, sir.

- He's out of range.

(grunting)

(tense music)

(gunshot blasting)

(breathing heavily)

- [Woody] Fuck you.

(tense music)

(whooshing)

- [Romeo] This is your captain,
Romeo Dolorosa, speaking.

Welcome aboard.

Please fasten your
seatbelts and try to sleep.

Thank you very much.

(both chuckling)

Okay, guys.

I hope to help out with
your little romance.

- Don't do anything, okay?

(Romeo laughing)

- Estelle.

- Look, just fucking go
fuck your Mexican whore

you like so much.

(smacking)
(grunting)

- Come on, keep cool, Perdita.

Come on.

Never done it in a plane,
how 'bout you?

Okay.

(tense ominous music)

Pick a card.

- Go to sleep, Romeo.

We have a long night ahead of us.

- Precisely.

Don't you wanna know what's
gonna happen tomorrow?

- I nearly forgot that
you were crazy, santero.

Pew!

- A real santero uses his
power to predict the future,

even those of us who are crazy.

Pick a card.

Luck.

Plenty of luck.

Anyone wanna try?

Come on, Duane.

The cards are sacred.

They never lie.

- He's making fun of us.

- No.

There are 18 cards and only
one of them is really bad.

But it's not this one.

You are still a lucky guy, man.

(chuckling)

Okay, now it's my turn.

(tense ominous music)

- Sir.

We spotted a group that
fits their description.

They were at a rest stop,
just outside El Paso.

- Okay, tell 'em to follow,
but do not intercept.

- Follow, but don't intercept.

- Dolorosa suspects anything,
he's gonna kill those kids.

- Suspects anything, he's
gonna kill those kids.

Okay, check.

- Call our people in Las Vegas.

Tell 'em I want 'em to find the warehouse

where they're gonna store those fetuses.

- Those fetuses, yes, sir.

That won't be easy, sir.

- Tell 'em to start with all
the cosmetic laboratories.

There can't be that many.

- Cosmetic labs, okay.

- Tell 'em move their ass.

- Yes, sir.

- Hey.

What's red and white and
goes 60 miles an hour?

- I don't know, sir.

- A baby in a blender.

(knocking)

- [Herb] Sons of bitches
will never find her.

- What?

- Once they cross the border,
they can't ask for any favors.

- What border?

- Mexico's.

I'm gonna have to go after her myself.

Even if my wife thinks I'm crazy.

- Sometimes it's better
not to think so much.

Maybe you should read the sports section

in the paper or something.

- No, no, no, that's no relief.

A man's gotta do what his
heart tells him to do.

You understand what I mean, huh?

- Yeah.

- You can't always be in control.

(yelling in foreign language)

(gunfire popping)

(screaming)

Did you see what I just did?
It wouldn't have happened

if you'd been here. Think about it!

(gunshot blasting)
(gasping)

Some strange men came
asking for you.

We said nothing.

(thudding)

(wailing)

They said you owed Catalina money,

but I know they were lying,
because I raised you

to know the difference
between right and wrong.

I was not afraid. I have seen
so much, my grandson.

Even invisible things.
When you were born I knew

you were special, that when you died,
you'd turn into a jaguar

and run along Caribbean beaches.

- [Perdita] Everything okay?

- This place is

like an elephant graveyard.

Why are you awake?

Something's bothering you inside.

- It's nothing.

It's your little girlfriend.

My head is reeling from 12 hours

of uninterrupted teenage bullshit.

- [Romeo] You're jealous.

I like that.

(smooching)

- [Estelle] Hey, hey,
wake up, wake up, wake up.

- [Duane] What, what, what?

- Come here, come here, come here.

Look, look.

Look.

- [Duane] So?

- So, it's our chance to escape.

We can find another way outta here.

They'll never find us.

- Estelle, you're crazy.

- What, are you scared, or
you actually like that bitch?

- No, I'm trying to keep us alive.

- You're a fucking coward.

- Hey, fuck you.

That is the second time
you've called me that.

- Go ahead and hit me.

Deep down, you're just like them.

(tense music)

(clattering)

- [Duane] Okay.

Come on.

I don't see them.

Hurry up.

Go.

(thudding)
(grunting)

Ow, go, go, go.

- Fuck!

(tense music)

- [Duane] Hurry up!

(mumbling)

(Estelle screaming)

Faster! Faster!

Faster! Faster!

(gunshots blasting)

(Estelle screaming)

- No, please!

- I thought you were stupid,

but I didn't think you were a traitor.

I don't like traitors, Duane.

I don't like traitors!

Do you understand that?

(thudding)
(grunting)

(Estelle screaming)

I trusted you.

I fuckin' trusted you.

And this is how you repay me?

Huh?

Now I'm going to fuck you over.

I'm gonna Kill you.

Okay, I'm gonna kill you.

You wanna know how it's gonna end?

This is it, man.

This is fuckin' it.

- No, no, no, please.

It wasn't his fault.

It was me, please.

It won't happen again, it was my idea.

- Forget it, Romeo.

- You shut up.

You shut up.

- We might be able to
use them in Las Vegas.

Come on, this could bring us bad luck.

- Fuck.

Listen to that.

I see how things have changed now.

Before, you wanted to
shoot them in the desert,

now you're defending them?

- Nobody wants to defend
anybody here, okay?

I just don't think this is the
right thing to do here, now.

- Now I'm the jealous one, okay, Perdita?

Now I'm the jealous one.

So, what do you think?

Looks like they want to be alone.

- Please, it wasn't his fault.

It was me.

- Ah!

- Okay, you listen, Estelle.

I finish your boyfriend off,

or I keep him alive to please Perdita.

- Forget it, Romeo.

Come on, you're getting out of hand.

Let's get outta here.

(Duane and Estelle whimpering)

Stand up, gringo!

- Come on, Duane.

How did you do it, man?

Someday you have to tell me your secret.

(thudding)
(grunting)

- Tsk, tsk, tsk.

You shouldn't bite.

(melancholy harpsichord music)

(buzzing)

Reggie.

Reggie, my friend, come in.

Sit down.

Do you know why I called?

- I think so.

- Do you have a problem with it?

Good.

I know he's your cousin, and the two of you

were raised together as young boys.

- Well, it's been a long
time since he left Petit Caribe.

- Personally, I have no problem with him.

But he's committed several heinous crimes.

Even the Mexican authorities want

to put a stop to his activities.

"Cause of his fuckin' charm,

government is after my business.

Several of our associates are dead.

- [Reggie] Mr. Santos,
if I only knew this--

- Don't excuse yourself.

No one is accusing you of doing anything.

Romeo is doing me a favor
by driving the merchandise,

for which he'll be compensated.

When the delivery is secure, give him

the money we agreed on.

Then Kill him.

(tense music)

Money's no good to him.

He's dead, so you take it
for doing me this favor.

- That's most generous of you, Mr. Santos.

- Generous?

Just.

Jeez, it is really a
tool of resourcefulness.

I know this will be hard for you,

but I firmly believe that man must

live his life according to his own terms,

or not live this life at all.

- I'm sorry, you're right, Mr. Santos.

- And I'm sure you'll
do a good job for me.

(tense music)

(engine roaring)

- [Romeo] I figured my
little ladies are wondering

where I'm heading.

I'm going to visit a friend in Nogales.

Estrellita, come with me.

- [Estelle] What for?

- I'm thinking about selling you.

Get in there, pendejo.

- Where the hell are you going?

- I'm going to dance with the devil

under the pale moonlight.

(door thudding)

- Go fuck yourself, Romeo.

- What's wrong?

It's from Batman.

- Fuck Batman.

(lively music)

(singing in foreign language)

- Dollar.

Okay.

One dollar.

You want a hit?

You wanna hit me?

Fuck yeah!

One dollar.

Here's 10, kick my ass!

For $10, I'll make your hair sizzle.

- What the fuck are you
doing? That's a car battery.

Give it to me, motherfucker!

- Very macho, very macho.

Very macho.

Give it to me!
Give it to me, motherfucker!

(buzzing)

- [Romeo] Fuck!

Electricity is good, Estrellita.

(singing in foreign language)

(thudding)

Catalina. About a debt.
- He's at the back.

- Romeo Dolorosa.

Girls,

I want you to meet a real bandido.

Ladies.

We heard you were doing a job for Santos

with your cousin, Reggie.

- Fuck, man.

I see you keep yourself informed.

- You have to keep up with
everything in this business.

You don't know what's happening
around you, you're dead.

- Listen, Catalina, I'm
here to settle my debt.

I don't like owing anyone anything.

But you know that.

(laughing)

- Did you hear that, girls?

The son of a bitch says he doesn't like

owing money to anyone.

So you came here to pay me?

- Sure, yeah.

And this is half.

I'll give you the other half somewhere

where we can talk.

- Where did you find this beauty, huh?

- That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

She's the other half.

- Come to my office.

You too, sweetie.

Hey, stay here.

Stay here, girls.

(sniffing)

- I don't want any.

- How come?

It's pure.

It's the good stuff.

- Come on, Catalina.

She's not one of those girls.

She hasn't tried anything
stronger than Diet Coke.

- Bullshit, Romeo.

Give me that.

- She's terrific.

Innocent, clean.

And that pussy's pure gold, man.

(sniffing)

You may treat her like you
did with those dried up cunts.

- Where do you get her, huh?

- Well, does it matter?

We got a deal here or we got a deal?

- What are you talking about?

- Estrellita, Estrellita.

Now this man owns you, okay?

Now, please don't make me look bad.

(chuckling)

- You can't be serious.

- You're right.

She's great.

Let's toast.

- I heard you visited Petit Caribe?

- No, no, no, I had no time.

I sent my associates.

- They did a good job.

- You see, I don't like being owed money.

But you learned your lesson now.

You're all paid up.

That's it, we're friends again, okay?

Everything is forgotten.

- No, Catalina, it's not forgotten.

- Then why the fuck did you come here?

- To kill you, pendejo.
(crashing)

(thudding)
(grunting)

(tense beat music)

(groaning)

(clattering)

(tense beat music)

- I'm dead, so are you.

Santos will kill you.

- What the fuck are you talking about?

- Your cousin sold you out, you sick fuck.

Everyone knows it.

- You're lying.

- Reggie's gonna kill you
after you make the delivery.

I'll be waitin' for you in hell.

We'll have a great time there.

(laughing)

See you later, amigo.

(Catalina yelling)

(Estelle screaming)

- Remember, whatever
happens, keep smiling, okay?

No long faces.

Right?

Nothing happened in here, okay?

(lively music)

(yelling)

- Wow.

(Estelle screaming)

(lively music)

(laughing)

- Dance!

Dance!

Dance!

(clapping)

Holy shit! He wasted him!
Son of a bitch!

(lively music)

- You saved my life back
at the airplane junk yard.

Thank you.

- Don't thank me.

Maybe what awaits you could be worse.

- I bet sometimes

you wish you never met him.

- Who?

- Romeo.

- Listen, there's a lot of
people in my fucking life

that I wish I never met, but Romeo

is definitely not one of them, okay?

- Okay.

- You ever think about a
animal eating you alive?

- I thought Romeo was gonna kill me.

- I'm not talking about that.

I'm talking about a
wild animal grabbing you

and ripping you apart.

- Well, I don't think of things like that.

- That's why you're so boring.

Strangest people come up with the most

interesting ideas, Duane.

- I've never met anybody like you.

- I know.

- Ow, ow!

(thudding)

- Let's go, let's go!

- [Estelle] Why do you follow Romeo?

Why don't you just take off and leave him?

- Why don't you just shut up, please?

- [Estelle] Are you in love with him?

- In love?

It's not like a fucking
Judith Krantz novel.

I'm just waiting for my money,
and then I'll be gone.

- There won't be any money. It's a trap.

- The fuck are you talking about?

- I know there's someone
named Santos who wants

to kill Romeo in Las Vegas.

A Mexican man told me before dying.

- Don't fuck with me!

The fuck are you saying?

- It's the truth.

- What?

No, no, no, no, forget the cops.

The cops, they know less than you and me.

(traffic zooming)

Don't cry, sweetie.

Now, how would you feel
if I started crying

instead of going out looking for her?

Estelle?

(footsteps thudding)

(thudding)

- [Man On TV] You cannot escape me.

You will be my love slave forever.

(woman grunting)

Turn it off.

- All that jumpin' is makin' me nervous.

- They jump so much because
they have superpowers.

Don't you understand?

(thudding)
Cocksuckers!

What the fuck is that?

(clicking)

They said you grew another arm from
drinking so much Tequila, cabron!

- Hey, hey, hey.

Fucking Romeo.

It's been a long time, man.

A long time.

You came here because you need something.

- I do need your help, like always.

I want you to meet my friends.

Poor little Duane.

My suck princess, Estelle.

And that's Perdita Durango.

(laughing on TV)

- In the last 48 hours, I've
had two near death accidents.

I've had the Mexican
mafia try to shoot at me.

I had some fucking animal try
to rip my fucking head off,

and I haven't had breakfast yet.

So, please, don't fuck with
me today, okay, all right?

Just do your job.

(laughing)

- I'm sorry, but I'm not paid to listen

to other people's problems, hmm?

- No, you're right.

But you are getting paid to
listen to my fuckin' problems,

'cause I'm your boss and I
own you, you little shit!

So, do your job.

- Oh, please, please.

I'm so sorry, we're both very tired.

You understand, we're very tired.

- I'm also tired!

I haven't been shot at, but I've had

two consecutive shifts sitting in front

of a fucking computer, and
I wanna go home to sleep.

- Yes.

(beeping)

- There it is.

That's the same fuckin' list.

- It's the same list.

- Is it the same fuckin' list?
- I told you.

Practically every company has some type

of problems with the law.

Fines, toxic dyes, illegal animal trade.

- Animal trade?

- They use rhinoceros
horns, dog fat, whale sperm.

- Illegal animal trade, huh?

- Shit with the fuckin' animals, will you?

Look at this.

They were in Tucson, and they're
gonna be here in four hours!

- [Doyle] More like six hours, sir.

- And we have nothing.

Dick, shit, nothing!

- I'm sorry.

- Okay.

Print,

print all the companies that
don't have any violations.

- What?

- All the companies that
don't have any violations,

that are clear, print them.

(beeping)

- Three, and one of them is
still under construction.

(laughing on TV)

- [Duane] Estelle.

- [Man On TV] I won't let you win!

- What's gotten into you?

- Forgive me for calling you a coward.

- Forget it.

- It was to get you to react.

- It's okay, really.

- [Man] I can't use
any of my powers...

- Estelle, they can see us.

- Great, let them see.

- Oh my God.

(Estelle laughing)

I can't believe you.

- Come on, Duane.

- My God.

- This might be our last chance to do it.

- [Duane] Oh my God.

(police radio chattering)

- Anything wrong?

- No, everything is just dandy.

(Estelle laughing)

(siren blaring)

Did I miss anything?

- Life's a bitch, huh?

That guy just got hit by
a car across the street.

- [Romeo] You lose sight for
a second, and you're gone.

It's absurd.

- Well, I suppose death came as a surprise

to this guy, huh?

- There will be many more surprises

when we arrive to that place.

- Well, I don't like surprises.

(tense music)

- Hey, you!

Everything is ready!

(melancholy music)

- I don't think this is a good idea.

- Don't worry.

They are good people,
good friends of mine.

Doug was in Beirut with me.

- What'd he do, leave his arm there?

- Very funny, Perdita.

I crossed the battlefield with that arm.

It took me hours to
get it to the hospital.

I got there too late, though, it rotted.

- Take me with you.

Come on.

He only has one fucking arm.

- No.

Someone has to take care of the kids.

I don't trust Lillian.

Doug might only have one arm,

but he's an ex-Marine.

- Don't fuck with me, okay?

- I don't want you coming, period.

Is that good enough?

Piece of cake, Perdita.

Piece of cake.

Drop the merchandise, pick
up the money, and that's it.

We will be back before
you notice we're gone.

(somber music)

(Perdita weeping)

(siren blaring)

I don't like leaving
things half-done.

I don't want to make my cousin look bad.

- Your cousin?

(somber music)

Fuck.

- [Man On TV] Want to
fuck you one more time.

(woman on TV wailing)

- Romeo left this for you.

(woman on TV mumbling)

- [Woman On TV] Help!

- Where are the keys?

- What keys?

- For the handcuffs.

- I have them.

- Give them to me.

- I'm sorry, I can't do that.

My husband said no one leaves

until he and Romeo return.

(laughing on TV)

- Pick a card.

- What's this?

A game?

- It's your future.

- What does it mean?

- Bad luck.

(cracking)

(tense beat music)

Shit.

- Where are we going now?

- Our little trip is over.

We'll be parting our ways.

- You're letting us go?

- That's right.

Can't be driving you all around anymore.

- You're going after him, aren't you?

- It's your lucky day, sweetheart.

Don't blow it by asking stupid questions.

Now, go.

(clicking)

Go!

- Bye, Perdita.

(somber music)

(laughing)

- Doyle, I fuckin' hate you.

I hate your little TV,
and I hate your glasses,

and I hate your stupid fuckin' tie.

- Did you say something, sir?

- No, nothin...

See anything?

- Not a thing, sir.

Everything's quiet.

Nothing's moved.

- Mother fucker, you're
not gonna have this job

much longer, 'cause I'm gonna tell 'em

to put you back in a
uniform and right back

out on the street.

As a matter of fact, when
I get through with you,

you're gonna be guarding
little shopping malls

and puttin' the little shopping carts

back where they belong.

(engine roaring)

(tense music)

(fireworks booming)

- It's here, the truck, it's here!

- What the heck are you doin'?
- It's here!

Great, call the station.

- Yes, sir.

- And tell them that I was right.

- Right away, sir.

(tense music)

(breathing heavily)

- Fuck it.

(tense music)

(phone keys beeping)

- Bayou Chemical Industries,

just opposite the lock
shop on Nevada Boulevard.

It's okay, Woody, it's okay.

On their way.

All units, on their way.

- Shut up.

Don't call me Woody, 'cause I can't

fuckin' stand it, you understand?

Don't call me Woody.

(tense music)

Hey, cousin.
- Hey, man. You've brought our pal.

Hi, Doug.
- You haven't changed.

Nothing's changed. Right, Reggie?
- Like always, us three.

- Here's the money, take it.

(breathing heavily)

Count it.

I trust you.

- Shit!

(gunfire blasting)

(yelling)

(tense music)

(sirens blaring)

(thudding)

(tense music)

- [Perdita] Fuck!

(gunshot blasting)

(tense music)

- Reggie.

I love you, Reggie.

Why are you doing this to me?

- We are no longer
in Petit Caribe, Romeo.

- I know.

- There's no other way out, man.

It's either you or me.

What do you want me to do?

- There's always another way out, Reggie.

(tense dramatic music)

- [Reggie] Look at me!

Look at me!

(clicking)

(thudding)
(grunting)

(tense dramatic music)

- Romeo.

(gunshot blasting)

(wailing)

(gunshot blasting)

(booming)

(mumbled yelling)

- Hold it!

Nobody move!

(tense music)

(dramatic music)

He's dead.

- Golly gee willikers.

Look at his teeth.

Incredible.

- [Man] What happened?

(sirens blaring)

(somber music)

(chattering)

(somber music)

(melancholy music)
♪ I'm tired ♪

♪ I'm so weak ♪

♪ And I'm lonely ♪

♪ I hurt so much ♪

♪ Until its hard ♪

♪ To explain ♪

♪ I can't trust love ♪

♪ Because it won't stay the same ♪

♪ Whoa tired ♪

♪ I'm so weak ♪

♪ And I'm lonely ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ I need somebody ♪

♪ But I'm kinda afraid 10 ask ♪

♪ 'Cause I still feel the pain ♪

♪ And the damage from the past ♪

♪ Ow ♪

♪ Tired ♪

♪ I'm weak ♪

♪ Outta nowhere ♪

♪ I mean all by myself ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ So lonely ♪

♪ I'm lonely ♪

♪ Kinda all by myself ♪

♪ Far away over there lonely ♪

♪ I'm lonely ♪

(tense beat music)